The next day passed like a leaf being brushed away by the wind. Then another. Kenny’s happiness drained when he was in full sight of the School bus stop. He saw Kyle talking with Stan, obviously chatting about little things, to draw up the time, to make Kenny’s coming faster.

He walked twice as slow to the bus stop.

Cartman saw him and waved. What was he so happy about? He didn’t know that he was dealing with a rapist here.

“Why, Hello Kenny.”

“Hello, fat-ass.”

Cartman grunted and Kyle stopped talking to look at Kenny. For a moment, the eyes glowed and icy glint, but then Kenny blinked and they were gone, swallowed and replaced by the happy cheery Kyle.

“Hey, Ken!”

Kenny flinched.

“Bitchass!” hissed Cartman. “Oh, my Faith 1, will kill the world.”

“Cartman, shut up.” whispered Stan and punched Cartman’s shoulder playfully.

Kenny tried hard not to scream. They didn’t know what he was going through. They didn’t know. They were just standing there, talking foolish amongst one another, when they didn’t realize that Kyle had raped him. And they were even talking to Kyle like they didn’t know what he’d done. Just laughing and playing…it made Kenny sick.

When the bus did arrive, he felt Kyle behind him and Kenny hurried to get inside, but either it was his imagination, or by accident--which he doubt it--he felt Kyle’s fingers brush against his butt.

It took all the nerve he had to hold his scream in check. He bit his tongue instead.

He could feel Kyle’s breath ripping at the back of his neck. The eagerness, the smack…it was just unbearable.

Then Kyle snapped to the right and found his seat next to Butters. Kenny let out a breath of relief and found a seat next to Token.

The bus lagged on.

Kyle, he had to admit, was acting very friendly towards Butters, who looked nervous. Whatever they were talking about, he didn’t know. Almost everyone was talking at the same time in loud tones that even Mrs. Crabtree failed to quiet down. But what really made Kenny unsure of Butter’s safety was that Kyle threw an arm around the boy…and it was very strange. Never, in his life, had he seen Kyle act so friendly to Butters before, let alone put his arm around him as though they were best friends. Stan, Cartman and himself disgusted them and hated them. Kyle shouldn’t even sit next to Butters but there he was…and something was not right. He felt it growing in his gut.

And it made him mad.

And scared.

And unsure.

But it made him wonder.

=== It took till lunchtime to see the truth that Kyle was hitting on Butters.

To Stan or Cartman or the other boys, it looked like Kyle was being his friendly self. But not to Kenny. He tasted more then Kyle in his mouth, had seen the look of greed, had seen the friendliness…it was all an act. That was the same way that Kyle acted towards himself, all friendly and sweet, to get Kenny to submit. Butters looked as though he didn’t want to engage in whatever Kyle was pointing out…and Kenny smiled.

That’s right Butters, you show him how it’s done!

But when Kyle left Butters to talk to his “Girlfriend” Kenny took the courage to go up to Butters and see what Kyle had done to him.

“Um, Butters? What did Kyle say to you?”

Butters didn’t have the look of shame or blush on his face that gave away a soon-to-be rape. Instead, he talked in a quick pace, his voice jumpy and unsure.

“Uh, he uh, w-wanted me to go over his uh, h-house tonight. Said that he was uh, gunna t-throw a party. A p-private party.”

“He said that?”

Butters nodded. “Yup.”

“Did he say to invite people? You know, others?”

“N-no. Only me.”

Kenny was feeling raw fear creep into his mind. He even tasted the bitterness in his mouth. Butters was in danger. But he couldn’t just say, ‘Oh guess what Butters, that’s a plan to make Kyle rape you. I think you shouldn’t go’. To begin with, Butters didn’t know Kenny himself was raped and Kyle will know that he told and Kenny didn’t even want to start on what the boy will do to him. So he decided to convince Butters to not go another way.

“Butters, I think you shouldn’t go.”

“Wuh-why not?”

“Because.” he hesitated. “Because I think you might get grounded by your parents.”

“Oh, Kyle said he would uh, c-call my mum. It’s going to be a sleepover too!”

Oh my god, Kenny thought. Shit.

He decided to sneak in Kyle’s house and have a look. If Kyle was going to do anything funny to Butters, he will stop it. But it gave way to a new feeling. If Kyle was dying to want to make love to him then why was he hitting on Butters? Was Kyle “Cheating” on him? Probably.

===

Kenny dared not take his time to get to Kyle’s. As soon as it was dark, Kenny was off like a thunderbolt. He didn’t see Butter’s car parked; his parents probably dropped him off…or worse…Butters walked over. He peeked in one of the windows and sure enough Kyle was with Butters. Kyle didn’t do anything sexual, yet. Instead, he offered Butters a drink.

No, it doesn’t feel right…he thought. The drink was gulped greedily down and Kyle offered him more. And more. And more.

Then the effects kicked in. Kenny thought he made Butters drunk, but that was not the case. Butters looked sleepy. Tired. Kyle led him upstairs…and that was when he was blocked of seeing more.

Kenny cursed as he ran to the other side of the house, finding Kyle’s window, and climbing up towards it.

Already, he could hear Butter’s words of protest. But they were slurred, blurry. Gods if he could get to the window he might stop it all.

“……”

Kenny heard a distant moan, but it was so low he could barely hear it at this distance. He climbed up further. The window was already getting foggy.

He grabbed the last of the mesh of the vines that grew on the sides of the wall and slowly peeked through the window. What he saw scarred him for life. Butters was unconscious, but apparently Kyle wasn’t. In fact, he was filled with the adrenaline of happiness and conscious. But what he was doing to Butters…the motions of him going up and down…it was sickening. His eyes opened wide, as he saw Kyle enter Butters again and again, his red hair obviously flustered and wet with sweat. Kyle began to paint as he was slowly beginning to tire. He still did the act, but a little less fast. Kenny could barely see them, the fog matted and was thick, but he didn’t dare wipe it away, afraid of betraying himself with the loud squeak of flesh wiping against window. But he heard Butters give off grunts, even in his sleepy drugged state. The only moans he heard were the sick ones that Kyle was giving…and what a lot he had to give.

But Kenny couldn’t just sit here and let Butters have it. He was about to protest when his left foot collapsed underneath him and he screamed as his back arched, his hands waving in the air. He barely grabbed at the window when the window did open, and a sweaty hand drew out and pulled Kenny in. Kenny had the wind knocked out of him as he was spilled on the ground.

‘Come to join the party, Kenny? Care to ’bring it on’?”

“Fuck you, you sick pervert!” Kenny spat.

“I never had a threesome before. I can wake that little Melvin, that little fuck whose virginity I’ve just corrupted. And I can corrupt yours, Kenny. You know I can.”

Kenny knew that Kyle had lost it. Completely. This was NOT Kyle. God, he didn’t even know him anymore!

“I’ve been seeing these interlopers Kenny. Interlopers who think they can have sex with women. That’s where all the diseases come from, but I am not an interloper. You are. You and this Melvin.” He pointed at the naked Butters. “And I have given what is needed to be given. But I still love you.” He crooned. “You are my special one, dearest…which is why you will submit to me…”

Kyle threw himself on Kenny, tackling the younger, lighter boy to the ground. Kyle had him pinned. Kyle then tore off the hood so that he was looking into Kenny’s long blond face.

“Say you love me.” he suggested.

“No.”

A sharp slap across the face was all that it took for Kenny to get scared, but he did not submit.

“Say that you love me.” Another hard slap and the blow almost stunned Kenny.

“I love you!” Kenny screamed.

“Louder.” the blow packed a hard punch and Kenny felt black eat at his vision. He felt the sluggish pulse of blood run warmly from his left nostril. But he can’t--he can’t submit….he shouldn’t…

“I LOVE YOU!”

“That’s right, you love me. You’re my little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Kyle,” gasped Kenny. “This isn’t you…god, what happened to you?”

Kenny felt weak when Kyle’s hands slipped under his shirt. “This is me, Kenny. And you will have your trial…”

The hands would’ve felt nice…if they belonged to Kelly. But these hands belonged to Kyle and he felt limp and cold, not hard and hot like he was. He only shuddered, not moaned, when his fingers brushed against a taunt nipple. If Kyle continued, and this couldn’t, Kenny was going to take action. He didn’t care if he was killed; he just wanted Kyle to stop this.

As soon as this thought was over, Kyle withdrew a bowie knife that was stowed inside his pockets of his jeans and tickled the point around his eye.

“Don’t even report this…ever…Kenny because if you do I will kill you, AND this Melvin, okay?”

Whatever hope he had shattered. He didn’t want Butters to die too…

“Fine…” Kenny croaked. Satisfied, Kyle withdrew the knife as he tossed it on top of his hat. Then he leaned in and the kiss was hard-on. His tongue was everywhere in his mouth, but if anything, it was a distraction from the real deal. While he was being kissed, Kyle was already digging his hands down his pants, around his crotch area and then bringing them up again, only to take them off.

“…Wha…” Butters moaned, coming around. He was unaware that there was a scuffle behind him. Grunts, struggles, and a small scream were heard, but they just swam around him, taking him with the wave. To Butters, they meant nothing, because he thought it was all a dream.

However, the air around him began to change. Like before he was knocked out, the air was getting hot, but now it was clogging. Butters woke up with a gasp. He rubbed his eyes and turned around…

“J-Jesus!”

He didn’t scream because he was completely stripped. He saw the parka that was on the ground, along with the little shoes and gloves and underwear. He saw a skinny little body on the floor, littary face down, blond hair everywhere. But something was on top of him…something with red hair and maddened brown eyes. Butters felt like he was in a nightmare, but so wide awake. He heard Kenny crying, but Kyle just ignored him and kept on doing it.

There was no pause, no pause at all. Without dispatch, Kyle roughly thrust his engorged member deep inside and painfully raped his crying, confused sex partner. After his organ had completed its orgasm inside Kenny Kyle withdrew, wiped himself off, and gave his sobbing friend a couple of sleeping pills. Then Kyle turned off the light…and left them behind.

Butters crawled up towards the drugged Kenny and cuddled next to him for comfort and warmth.