Like a Doll

It had been five years since Kenny, Stan, and Kyle had moved out of South Park, and they rarely visited because they would have to travel a long way to get back. That's the reason why Butters was excited when they decided their monthly meeting would be in town. He knew that they chose the place out of consideration for him—the only one who did not move—rather than out of nostalgia for the place where they grew up. Today was their meeting, and anyone would imagine Butters would arrive first at the coffee shop they chose to meet up in—since he worked a couple of blocks nearby.—However, Butters was the last one to set foot in the place. Kenny, Stan, and Kyle were already sitting at their favorite table, drinking beer, when he arrived. He dropped into the chair across from Kenny, like a sack of potatoes thrown to the ground, and apologized for being late. The days around the payment day were usually busy in the restaurant he worked in, but this day had left him dead tired. Kenny smiled and offered him a beer which he didn’t hesitate to take. Butters didn’t have a car so driving home with some degree of alcohol in his blood wasn’t one of his worries. Butters had regular video calls with Kenny and knew everything that was going on in his life. That's why he usually spent the meetings catching up on Stan and Kyle’s lives. Stan used to tell stories about his work, while Kyle’s tales were about his homely life. Kenny would sometimes talk about the projects he was currently working on, but—as he worked for the government—these were complicated and sometimes secret, so he didn’t tend to add a lot to the conversation. Butters always chimed in to learn more about his friends’ anecdotes, but he didn’t like to talk about himself. There was nothing interesting to say about him. He worked part-time at the restaurant and only took the whole shift when they were short-staffed. On weekends he watched television or did housework and grocery shopping. “How’s Cartman doing?” Stan asked when he saw that Butters started checking his clock often. As an answer, Butters smiled. It was always like this. Kenny didn’t ask about Eric because he used to text Butters at least twice a week expecting to get news about him, and Kyle never dared to be the first to bring it up in conversation. “Good as always. Do you want to see him?” “Uh—” Stan’s expression screamed a big no, but Butters ignored him and pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket. Then he opened his video surveillance application and handed his phone to his friends so that they could see the screen without problems. Stan was bummed out as soon as he saw the live footage from a video camera in Cartman’s room. Place where his owner was lying on his bed, with his eyes closed. He looked like he was sleeping, but Stan would have had very poor eyesight if he had overlooked that the video showed Eric with a feeding tube going through his mouth and a bladder catheter between his legs. He was also linked to a vital signs detector next to his bed.   Six years ago, Eric’s life took a nosedive when he failed to get into college. Adulthood led him to devise increasingly risky plans to earn easy money, which eventually got him involved with the wrong people. Cartman was celebrating his 21st birthday when three gunmen entered his house and shot him and Liane. Liane died instantly; her son wasn’t so lucky. The bullet that the assassins tried to bury in Cartman's brain did not kill him but damaged his cerebral cortex, and not even surgery could fix him. He was in a coma and had a 90% chance of never waking up. Cartman had never led an exemplary life, and it was to be expected that karma would catch up with him at some point. Still, no one expected that he would end up in a coma at such a young age, nor that his “life” would end up left in the hands of his friends when no member of his extended family appeared. Fortunately, Cartman had saved up quite a bit of money from his scams, and his friends were able to use some of it for Liane’s funeral and his surgery. But when the doctor told them he was unlikely to wake up, Stan was the first to dare to state the obvious. At some point, they should let Cartman die. They were just beginning their lives and had little or nothing to give. Also, even if Cartman had a small ill-gotten fortune, how long could that money pay the hospital bills? It would all go away in the first two or three years. None complained about Stan’s crudeness comment. They knew that, despite surviving the bullet, Cartman’s days were numbered. When Kyle did the math and they learned the date they would have to say goodbye, Kenny allowed himself to cry. Butters promised Eric that he would visit him every day, and he stayed true to his promise. Kenny was with him most of the time. Kyle visited once a month—but he didn’t really want to be there—and Stan never showed up. Soon the hospital staff began to recognize Butters as Cartman’s best friend, and although he did miss Eric, he actually visited because he promised, and he hated breaking promises. Also, Eric had no one but them. Him. Six months later—around the same time Stan announced that he was leaving South Park and Kenny had a lot of work to do and couldn’t visit Cartman as often as before—Butters decided he could take Eric home and take care of him. Alone. He told his friends they could invest the rest of Cartman's money and use the dividends to cover the basics needed for his care. Butters could also stop paying rent and move into Eric’s house, which was now just gathering dust. Cartman had paid the mortgage as soon as he could as he never wanted to live in a hot dog restaurant again. Kyle told him Cartman didn’t deserve Butters to dedicate his life to him. But Butters had a hard time imagining how Eric could suck his life now that all he did was lie in bed. Sure, he understood the weight of taking care of someone who would be totally and utterly dependent on him for years. But seeing Eric like this, defenseless and unable to do anything for himself, had awakened in him an incredible desire to be the only one to take care of him. The boys agreed and helped him move Cartman to his home, and Butters began to lead the life he now led. Work, come home to take care of Eric, sleep, and wake up to go back to work. Several people had told him that his routine was unhealthy. Even Stan, Kyle, and Kenny—who were now better off financially—offered him a monthly allowance hoping Butters would hire help. But Butters didn’t accept it. He’ll never tell them his part-time job at the restaurant was just a hobby. That he had used some of Eric’s money to invest in NFTs when they were still profitable and now he was a millionaire. Also, he didn’t want anyone to help him take care of Eric. Even though it had been five years, he still enjoyed the sensation of feeling useful, sure of himself, and even powerful.    “Is late. I have to go.” As always, Butters was the first to say goodbye. Kyle and Stan exchanged glances; they didn’t understand why Butters was taking care of Cartman with such diligence. Kenny sighed and walked him out to the street to wait for his taxi. As they waited, Kenny told Butters that he was giving a lecture at South Park's Community College in two weeks, then he’d have a few days off. “We could go somewhere. Wherever you want. Be together, alone.” Butters felt a tingle in the pit of his stomach. “I would like to. But I can’t, you know—” He looked down the street as the taxi was about to arrive. Kenny made an effort to prevent his face from reflecting his emotions. “Think about it. We could find someone to take care of Eric on those days.” “I don’t know, maybe.” Butters got into the car. Kenny had extended invitations like that before, Butters always said maybe, but they both knew he meant to say no.   When Butters arrived at his house, the first thing he did was take off his coat and shoes. He left them in the living room, not caring about the mess. Afterward, he went to Eric's room to check on him. He greeted him as if he could hear him, and then began to tell him about his day and some other interesting stuff that Stan, Kyle, and Kenny had said. He did the sheets aside and removed Eric’s feeding tube as he spoke. Then he took off the gown his friend was wearing and the bladder catheter. The waste bag was full, which was to be expected because, since yesterday, Butters had been feeding Eric liquids only. Cartman’s body wasn’t as chubby as before, but he still had some fat. Butters provided him with a diet that would not put him on the overweight scale—because he had to carry him from time to time—but provided him with enough calories for his body to still be squeezable. Butters liked it that way. Butters then went to the bathroom for a bowl of warm soapy water, clean towels, wet wipes, and a black wooden box. He arranged everything on the nightstand next to the bed. “Today was a rough day and I’m tired, so I’ll just give you a quick bath. Tomorrow I will wash your hair, and we can spend hours in the shower.” He had plenty of practice giving Cartman sponge baths so he skimmed his body masterfully and in less than 30 minutes, he was done. “I think, I’ll shave you tomorrow too.” He said as he stroked Eric's chin with his thumb and remained immovable for a few moments before sliding his finger up to his lips and caressing them as well. “Kenny kinda asked me out,” he informed Eric and smiled a little. “I think he wants us to be more than friends—and I do want to go. But—don’t worry, I don’t like him more than you. I’m never leaving you.” After saying that, he approached Cartman’s lips and placed a kiss on them. He licked and bit gently while his hands began to caress Eric’s body, but suddenly he pulled away and shook his head. “Nope. I am sorry. I must first take care of your exercises. Then we can have fun.” So he opened the box on the nightstand and pulled out a velvet bag, then climbed onto the bed and sat between Eric’s legs. He used his own legs to raise his companion’s and put his hands on his thighs to squeeze them and keep both legs spread. He could now see Eric’s limp penis and testicles dangling. Eric’s thighs weren’t as plump as they used to be, but he could still dig his fingers into his flesh and watch them sink. Eric’s pubic hair had grown out since the last time he waxed him. Butters licked his lips. Then scooted back a bit, and once he was comfortable, he opened his mouth and leaned into Eric’s crotch to engulf his cock completely. He groaned with pleasure. It caused him an indescribable joy to feel how Eric’s penis gradually grew and hardened in his mouth. At first, it was easy to suck and stimulate him by playing with his tongue, but the action got complicated when Eric’s body reacted, and his penis rose and hit the base of his throat. Butters continued the action until the position became awkward. Then he slipped his hands under Eric’s buttocks and lifted him to put a pillow under him. He pulled on Eric’s legs, wiggled his hips, and when he finally got him in the proper position, he smiled. His companion, like this, ready and willing for him was glory. Now that he had him with his butt up, it was easier to continue sucking while he toyed with his balls and used his thumb to rub between his buttocks. Tempting the resistance of his entrance but not really exerting force. When he noticed that Eric’s penis was as hard and big as possible, he pulled away and retook the velvet bag. He pulled a phallus-shaped piece of black plastic out of it, not very long or thick, but curved and with a few folds. It was the prostate stimulator that he had bought earlier that month. He put the toy’s control aside and ran his finger over the toy’s soft, almost velvety texture. When he bought it, he did it thinking of generating the most significant amount of pleasure for Cartman. He also took out a bottle of lube from the bag and put a few drops on his ring finger before bringing it up to Eric’s entrance and massaging it again. He couldn’t hold back a groan of delight as he began to finger his lover’s interior. He was hot and tight, as always, though his body wasn’t as resistant to entry as the first few times. He put his finger in and out, slowly breaking the body’s resistance and enjoying the spasms of his organs. Those slight movements reminded Butters that Eric could feel him, even though his brain could not understand what was happening to his body. Much less make him move or even open his eyes. Eric was there, feeling it and nothing more than that. He quickened the pace of his finger and circled until he felt Eric was open enough to receive a second finger. The new phalanx repeated the first’s movements, and it didn’t take long for Butters to be able to hook his fingers inside Eric’s body. Then without removing his fingers, he smeared the toy with lube and carefully inserted it into Eric’s rectum. Butters was fascinated to feel the inner walls of his companion expand to support the bulk of the toy and his fingers. He watched Eric gobble up the toy bit by bit until he reached the bottom and spent several seconds admiring how good his companion looked, filled completely. Butters pulled his fingers out as he put pressure on the base of the toy so it wouldn’t come off. Eric was so tight that he wouldn’t let it out. They had barely started, and that greedy hole was already sucking him in, begging him not to get out of it. It was probably time to start trying a bigger toy; he wanted to know how much he could get to widen that hole.  Then, Butters reached for the velvet bag again and pulled out a metal rod with a ring at the top. The rod was slim but carved in such a way that it appeared to be made of beads fused together. “I know this is a little bit thicker than the catheter, but it’s necessary. I don’t want you to make a mess.” He told Eric as if he had heard him complain. Butters revealed knowing there was no way the other could resist or that he would rethink his intentions if Eric could refuse. This time he used a considerable amount of lubricant to coat the metal rod, and with a slow but steady hand movement, he inserted the rod into Eric's urethra. This time Eric grumbled, but the sound barely made it to Butters’ ears. Even if Butters had decided to burn the living flesh of his companion and mark him as his property, that would be the loudest sound Eric’s throat could make. “Don’t worry; it is almost all inside.” Just as he finished speaking, the piece of metal went all the way in, and Butters secured it by running the metal ring over the head of Eric’s penis. “Done.” He liked the sight so much that he couldn't resist and gave Eric’s erect penis a lick. As a final touch, he took the control that he had initially set aside and pressed the power button. Then he turned away to admire his handiwork.  Butters knew that the toy in Eric’s rectum began to vibrate, not only because he heard a muffled buzz but because the base of the toy wiggled between the other's buttocks. For now, the movement was slight, but it would soon turn violent as Butters picked up speed and Eric’s hole began to squeeze. “Perfect. Now we can start the rest of the therapy.” Butters began massaging Eric’s arms, legs, and feet, just as the therapist instructed him to do. Cartman used to spend the whole day lying in bed, not moving. He needed someone to take care of exercising his muscles and promoting good circulation. Throughout the entire exercise routine, Butters ignored the little bounces of Eric’s dick and gave all his attention to his legs, arms, and neck. Then he sat behind Eric, made him lean on his chest, and hooked his legs with his to spread him as wide as possible. Once in that position, he increased the speed of the vibrator inside his lover and started caressing his belly and pinching his nipples while whispering in his ear how much he wanted to fuck him. “You like being pulled here, right,” he bit his ear as he continued to tug on his nipples, that were now as hard and firm as their dicks. “I am going to decorate them. I bought you some piercings. You would love it, right? That I could pull your nipples more easily.” Butters squeezed the dark and sensitive skin tighter. While sucking, kissing, and licking his neck. All this time Butters had been rubbing his cock against his companion’s lower back and buttocks slowly. Enjoying the moment until the thought of being inside him was the only thing he could think of. He laid Eric back, and he got out of bed so he could take off his clothes. He was eager to enter Eric’s body, but he didn’t let the urge prevent him from folding his clothes neatly. When he climbed back onto the bed, he lifted Eric’s legs, spread his buttocks apart, grabbed the bottom of the vibrator, and yanked on it. “Don’t worry; something much better is coming.” Butters lubricated his member and thrust into Eric with such force that he heard the air leave his companion’s lungs. He went in and out so hard and fast that he was pretty sure if Eric could complain, he would have. But he couldn’t. He was Butters’ sex doll, with no choice but to give in, and that made Butters as hard as he could be. “Do you want to come?” Butters asked Eric as he felt his insides tighten and his balls harden. “Do you want me to take this out of you?” he hooked his index finger on the rod and tugged on it slightly. Butters could almost hear Eric begging him to let him finish properly. He needed to come. Butters hadn’t let him in days. “I’m sorry, kitty.” Butters slowed the pace just a bit so he could kiss his lover in the mouth. Eric received it without resisting, and Butters bit his tongue and then entertained himself by exploring it. Licking his palate and nearly choking him with his tongue. “Soon.” After that, he went back to his task of brushing against Eric’s prostate repeatedly until he felt Eric’s body squeeze him so hard that Butters could only thrust a few more times before cumming. “You feel so good.” Butters continued to rock back and forth but slowed down as his orgasm dwelt. A couple of minutes later, he pulled out and frowned when he saw that some of his semen had also escaped from Eric’s body. “No, no. I told you. I don’t want you to make a mess.” Butters lifted Eric’s butt to stop the semen from spilling out any further and reached up to pull one more item out of the box. This time it was a butt plug, black like the vibrator, but it wasn’t a solid piece of plastic, once inside someone's body, it could be inflate to avoid any spillage. “I told you. It is very late and I am tired. You can’t make a mess now.” He pushed the butt plug as far as he could into his companion. Then pressed the air pump to inflate the plug. Moments later he gave it a tug and once he made sure there would be no leaks overnight he couldn’t resist and gave Eric a couple of spanks. Butters still felt that if he squeezed his penis, drops of semen would ooze out so he climbed above Cartman and slide his penis inside his mouth. Butters pressed down on his dick to squeeze out every last drop and thought it was a shame Eric couldn’t lick it clean properly. He moved his hips so Eric’s unmoving tongue and the inside of his cheeks cleaned him as best they could. “I’m dead tired.” Butters lay next to him once he felt satisfied and lazily removed the rod that was obstructing Eric’s urethra. His partner still had a semi erection, but there was no longer any risk of him cumming and dirtying the bed. Then Butters wrapped an arm and a leg over his body and fell asleep.   At some point during the night, Butters woke up with an uncomfortable urge to piss, but he was so exhausted and so at ease that he didn’t want to get up even to go to the bathroom. He looked at Eric’s profile, the other was sound asleep and his lips looked so inviting that, like so many other times, he wished he could unload in his mouth; unfortunately, Eric could drown, and Butters didn’t want that. So, resigned to not being able to fulfill his wish, he pushed Eric onto his stomach, then tilted his pelvis up to stuff several pillows under him until his bum was raised in the shape of a triangle. Then he settled behind him, between his legs, and began stroking his dick until he managed to get an erection firm enough to be able to re-enter Eric’s body. He removed the butt plug and was pleased to see that his partner’s hole was still open, thanks to the toy and recent use. Also, Eric was still full of lube, so he wouldn’t have a problem getting into him. He couldn’t help but give him a couple of thrusts and groan in pleasure at being trapped by those hot walls again. But the feeling of needing to pee was stronger, so he only moved a few more times before emptying his bladder. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation to feel all the liquid leave him as he was squeezed by Eric’s walls. Also, knowing that everything was going to end up in the bowels of his companion excited him a lot. Eric took into him whatever Butters wanted to give him without protest. He released every last drop and thought about sleeping like this. He imagined how pleasant it would be to relieve himself again in a few hours without even moving. Into his sexy and convenient portable toilet. Still, he didn’t really feel like cleaning the mess of cum and piss they would be when he woke up. So he plugged Cartman again and went to sleep pretty sure he would give him another piss enema first thing in the morning. And so he did; his morning erection went in easily in Eric’s still dilated and lubricated body. This time Butters released a lot more liquid and heard Eric complain. It was quite possible that his bowels were full and would fight to expel the liquid that was filling them. Butters used the butt plug again to prevent the water from coming out and squeezed Eric’s belly, only to delight in listening to his intestines protest. “This is going to stay there until I say so.” He said, shaking the plug. He had woken up with enough energy, and the first thing he had to do was make sure to clean his lover thoroughly. So he lifted him off the bed and into his wheelchair. They made their first stop at the bathroom. Butters sat Eric down in a chair under the shower and tied him around the waist, arms, and neck so he wouldn’t have to worry about the boy falling and hurting himself. The chair was tilted back slightly, and the seat was just a couple of boards for Eric to prop his spread legs up on, so Butters had free access to Eric’s crotch and had a perfect view of his ass. Butters turned on the shower faucet and let the hot water soak him and his companion. He then crouched down in front of Eric and pulled out the butt plug. Eric groaned, and soon everything Butters had been putting into him since the night came out. He had cleaned Eric’s bowels thoroughly on Thursday, so it didn’t take him too much time to clean the mixture of semen and piss inside him now. Butters shaved Eric’s body and washed every corner of it. From his hair to his rectum, which he stuck up to three fingers into to make sure every trace of water was expelled. Afterward, he gave him a blowjob to make easier his task of obstructing his urethra again with a plastic rod; this time, the rod had a tiny rotor that would guarantee vibrations inside his user’s body when turned on. Once Butters made sure the rod wouldn’t come out. He used a lubricant applicator to fill Eric’s rectum and slid into it a butt plug with a furry tail at the end of it. The toys were electric, and he had the controller to turn them on between his hand, but he left them off. Once they both were cleaned and ready, he untied Eric from the chair and took him back to his room, where he combed his hair and adorned it with a pair of cat ears. Then he put a pink necklace around his neck with a leash and a giant bell that jingled with every little movement and adorned his dick with a pink ribbon. Today Butters wanted to be around something cute. Then he took Eric to the dining room and sat him down at the table while he prepared breakfast. The fridge was full, so this weekend there would be no need to go to the supermarket. As Butters ate his breakfast, he talked non-stop about his work. How a couple of co-workers were having an affair and used to fuck in the warehouse—they thought no one had caught them yet— and the rude customer Butters told the other day to fuck off—in his imagination—. Butters liked his job, but when he had bad days, they always got better when he came back home. To Eric. When he finished eating, he did the dishes and took Eric with him into the living room. There he tied his arms on his back and placed a gag ring on his mouth before pulling him onto the couch, making him lay his head in his lap while he watched the new series he was hooked on. Butters absently stroked Eric’s hair until he felt the body under his hand suddenly stiffen. He looked at his watch and smiled. “It was about time.” At hearing his voice, his companion’s breath quickened, and Butters sat him up. Eric’s limbs were still limp and offered zero resistance, but his eyes were wide open. “For a moment, I thought I had overdosed you. You have lost a lot of weight.”   The doctors had said Eric would never wake up, but he did it in his third year after being shot. At that time, Butters had already spent too many days taking care of him and had discovered the pleasures of having him at his disposal to do whatever he wanted with him, so he did not welcome seeing him wake up. He didn’t love Eric but couldn’t handle the idea of having to give up all those exciting sensations he was experiencing by having him there, just for him. He just couldn't give him up, nor was he going to let anyone take him away from him. That’s why he tied Eric to the bed until he found a way to make sure things didn’t change. Cartman was weak and had no idea what had happened, so by the time he realized that he should fight Butters it was too late. Butters had already supplied him with a powerful sleeping pill and some muscle relaxants. At first, Butters didn’t want to deal with a self-aware Cartman. He liked him to be asleep and not resisting. He spent a couple of weeks pretending Eric never woke up, but curiosity got the better of him, and he tested what would happen if he could see Eric react to what he was doing to him. He loved it. The sensation still made him feel powerful but in a different way. In the end, decided that he would allow Eric to be aware of himself on the weekends when they could have fun together without worrying about anything or anyone.   The drugs always made Eric hard to understand what was happening around him the first minutes after regaining consciousness, but he was always very aware of Butters’ presence. In fact, Cartman was already painfully used to waking up in situations somewhere between kinky and homey. Especially now, when Butters had started telling him how much he loved and needed him. He no longer had any hope of escaping, no one would rescue him, and the only thing he could do was pray Butters didn’t hurt him and slip back into unconsciousness sooner rather than later. “As soon as I saw this in the website, I knew it was for you,” said Butters to get his attention and unceremoniously pressed the button that controlled both toys inside him. Eric whelped and rolled his eyes at the strong sensation that washed over him. “I knew you’d love them,” Butters said happily and, without further ado, returned Eric to his lap. Every time Cartman shuddered, the bell on his collar rang. Half an hour later Eric was a sea of saliva and tears. His body was still weak from not having moved all week, but he had regained some of his motor skills and used them to find an angle that would stop the intensity of the torture. “Oh, Eric. Do you want it to stop?” Butters finally paid attention to him and the aforementioned nodded. Butters then threw him to the ground and yanked on the leash to force him to sit up. Eric felt like he was choking, so he regained all his strength to stay upright. “You know what to do.” Butters unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Then Eric, trembling, took the piece of flesh in his mouth. As a reward for acting with such diligence, Butters reduced the toys vibrations intensity. Eric didn’t move, he knew Butters wanted him to stay still until he ordered him to suck. They would stay like that until the episode Butters was watching ended. As time went by, Eric slowly was able to focus his thoughts and started to hate the sensation of the half-hard dick in his mouth. He hated how the toy's movements still were edging him and hated how the carpet was hurting his knees. His back was also hurting due to the uncomfortable position. Then the credits started rolling and Eric pressed his eyes, trying to brace himself for what will come. Butters patted his head and yanked him harshly. Making him deep throating without warning. Eric gagged and fought to breath, but let the other do whatever he wanted and even sucked; resisting or disobeying never had a good outcome. After what felt like hours—but only were minutes—Butters spilled cum in his mouth, and Eric swallowed as he was trained to do. But that was not the end. Tears welled up on Eric’s cheeks as he stayed still while Butters also poured piss into his mouth. Butters pissed a stream with almost no pressure so his lover could taste it and swallow it without drowning. It took them time to finish, but when they did, Eric began to convulse as if he couldn’t help himself from throwing up. “Calm down”. Butters rubbed his back. “You did it very well. Do not ruin it.” When Eric controlled his need to puke, Butters turned off both vibrators, and it seemed like Eric could finally breathe. Then Butters picked him up and sat him on his lap, took out the butt plug and the rod, and slid his cock inside him.  Eric cried out as he felt Butters big cock filling his overstimulated insides and had an intense orgasm. Butters also gasped because Eric squeezed him so hard that if he could, he would have also climaxed again. “You’re so sexy when you’re awake,” said Butters while Eric, who was exhausted and still groggy, fell asleep on his chest. When he woke up, the rod was in his penis again, softly vibrating, and Butters was lazy, rutting against him. He was again seeing his TV show and Eric assumed that’s how the day would go.  Butters would go from fucking him to put his dick on his mouth until he’s ready to fuck him again. If he felt in the mood, which he probably was, he would use him as a urinal a few more times. It was late and Eric was hungry. He was hardly paying attention to Butters who had propped him up on the armrest of the sofa and was pounding him hard. Eric’s head was hanging and he was looking down at the ground that was soaked with his saliva. His arms were still tied to his back and the ring gag was still on his mouth so there was not much he could do to prevent that. In fact, the only consolation he had was Butters would have to clean the mess they made during the weekend while he was asleep. His bowels felt full because at some point, Butters took pity on him and decided not to use his mouth as a bathroom but his intestines. Taking into account they were in the living room, Eric would have preferred to drink piss because he would be punished if he dared to let a single drop out of his body and dirty the sofas. “Oh yeah. I love it when you squeeze me like that.” Butters yanked him by the leash to graze his prostate even more and prevent him from drooling on the floor. Eventually ,Eric got lost in the pleasure, and his sphincter failed him, making the mixture of things Butters stuffed into him come out. Dripping down his legs, dirtying the couch and the carpet. It was like Butters was expecting him to make a mess because he smiled before slapping him. “Bad kitty. Look what you did. I’m going to have to punish you.” Cartman tried to run, not because he believed he could escape, but by instinct. But Butters yanked him by the leash again and dragged him to his basement. He pleaded with his eyes and made pitying noises, but there was no use. Butters shackled his arms and legs to the wall. “Shhh” Butters tried to calm him down by putting his face between his hands and kissing his forehead. “I know this is not all your fault. I’m not planning on being too harsh on you.” Then he left him alone. Eric trembled while waiting for him. He was terrified of whatever Butters was planning on doing. The blonde’s tortures never left a permanent mark on him, but sometimes they hurt. His punishment method was always meant to humiliate him and break him rather than make him hurt. It had been a while since the last time they were in the basement. Eric rarely made Butters mad. Also, since the blonde started to tell him he loved him, he had become more indulgent.   It was hard to imagine there was a time when he and all his friends played in that basement. That even he and Butters had good memories there. He couldn’t believe how it was possible that he hadn’t realized before that Butters was so much more wicked than he let on when he thought no one was watching. He specifically remembered that moment when they played at being superheroes. Eric locked Butters in the little cage under the stairs—the prison—and Butters started to say he had to go to the bathroom. Eric gave him a bucket as a joke; he didn’t imagine that Butters would have the shamelessness to drop his pants and take care of his business while looking him straight in the eye. The little pervert justified himself by saying that his parents would scold him if he came home with wet pants. But that didn’t explain the intense way he looked at him as he pissed. Cartman never talked about that with anyone, and he didn’t remember it until the first time Butters made him drink his piss. There were another hundred times he must have realized that Butters would end up doing something like what he was doing now. Butters returned to the basement showing him a piercing gun and a couple of piercings. “I bought these for you too; I didn’t want to put them on without anesthesia, but,” he raised his voice when he saw Cartman start to shake his head. “Your punishment will be a little pain.” Eric began to pull on the shackles, but his captor ignored him. Instead, he moved closer to him and stroked his chest before licking and sucking on his nipples. The more erect, the easier it would be to pierce them. The procedure was quick. In less than a couple of minutes, Eric saw blood oozing out of his new piercings, but the pain was excruciating and throbbing. It pained him so much that he screamed and cried like the first few times he was aware Butters was raping him. Butters tried to calm him down by licking the wounds and kissing away his tears, but it took Cartman over ten minutes to calm down. His skin felt very sensitive and he begged the other with his eyes to remove those pieces of metal that did nothing but hurt him. When he finally calmed down Butters released him and took him to his room, where he chained him to the bed before leaving. Eric wiped his tears with his pillow and curled up into a ball. Terrified and miserable. “Eric don’t cry anymore,” when Butters came back he was carrying a plate full of food. “You have no idea how good you look.” The aforementioned raised his face. He was very hungry and knew that from now on Butters would pamper him. It was terrifying to realize that he now felt safe, he knew that unless he made a mistake, he would no longer be hurt or fucked. Butters removed the gag, and it wasn’t until he was able to close his mouth that he realized how much it hurt. Then he ate in silence. He didn’t want to say something that would end the peace he had now experienced. His captor hugged him and told him that he wasn't planning on going out tomorrow, but he would go to the supermarket to buy him something since today had been a very hard day for him. Butters was willing to buy Eric any treat he wanted. Thinking about what to answer was torture; both a “whatever you want to buy me” or the request for something specific could not be well received. Silence would also be unwelcome. “I want cheese puffs.” Eric's voice came out scratchy from shouting and little use, and it seemed like the right answer because Butters nodded as if he was writing the request down on an imaginary list in his head. They spent the rest of the day watching television, and when the main couple in the romantic series they were watching finally overcame all obstacles and got married, Butters said that he loved him and that he wanted to marry him. “To be together for life. Wouldn’t that be like a dream come true? Eric nodded. He didn’t have the courage to say no, but he didn’t think he could answer out loud either. His eyes filled with tears again because whether they were married or not, he was quite clear that Butters would have him in his power until the end of his days. Tomorrow he would toy with him to exhaustion; then, he would drug him and leave him bedridden like a doll that had to wait for the weekend to be used again.