Chapter Text
The Brovloskis sat in comfortable silence around the table, the only sound being the scraping of utensils against porcelain. Kyle’s younger brother, Ike, was declared some kind of genius at a young age enrolling in school early leading him to an early graduation at age 14. Kyle himself was a rather intelligent child but denied skipping grades as he could have or graduating early in favor of staying with his friends.
Kyle’s friends, something Geralard Brovloski loathed. Frequently Geralded had thought and even voiced the concerns that Kyle’s friends were holding him back which only sparked terrible arguments with his son. He believed all of them were no good for his son, blocking his potential, thank god Ike didn’t have that issue. First, there was the chubby one, Eric Cartman. A rude, mean-spirited boy who was grossly overweight and emotionally unmanaged by his mother’s failures to raise him properly. Next was the McCormick boy, Gerald had tried to explain to his son once before those people of Kenny’s status were lesser than him and Kyle shouldn’t waste his time with someone who would one day be pumping gas for Kyle. Kenny was proven time and time again to be nothing but trouble, a redneck, white trash, good-for-nothing drug addict who would end up just like his parents. Lastly, the friend of Kyle’s that irked Geralde the most was Stan Marsh, son of notorious town idiot and drunk, Randy Marsh. Looking at the boy’s father there was clearly no hope he would turn out much better.
Stan and Kyle had been inseparable since preschool and Geralde couldn’t stand it. When the boys were younger he didn’t mind the boy but now seeing as Kyle had refused to go on to better things because he feared being without Stan, it was rather unhealthy. Gerald had also noticed a shift in their dynamic, how they looked at each other and the already constant amount of time spent together only seemed to increase.
“This dinner is fabulous Sheila,” Gerald finally spoke scraping against plates not halting.
“Why thank you dear!” she replied blissfully, she turned to her younger son, “So Ike, when is spring break over? How long are you staying here?” she asked him. Ike was enrolled in the pre-law program at Berkley living on campus and had come home for a short visit.
“Oh… Well actually, I was going to go back tomorrow….” the dark-haired boy responded quietly sounding as if he had been caught doing something wrong.
“Tomorrow?!” Shelia squealed.
“Mom, it’s a lot and I really need to study, I’m sorry to cut the visit so short but I just really need the time to work,” the boy reasoned empathetically, and while what Ike said was not completely a lie it wasn’t the full truth either. In reality, the boy had been given the taste of true freedom, and being home only reminded him of his parents' overbearing strictness. His mother hummed happily at this answer applauding her son’s determination for his academics. Kyle finished off the last of his plate before excusing himself;f from the table.
“Miri- Kyle,” Geraqld choked out correcting himself. Kyle rolled his eyes as his father continued scolding him. Kyle had come out as transgender when he was 12 and now at 17 his father still hadn’t gotten on board with it like everyone else.
“Sit down, we’re not done with our family dinner.”
“But if I want to be ready in time for the party I need to get ready now to leave,” Kyle explained continuing to stand up from the table until his father caught his wrist.
“What party?”
“The bonfire down at Starks Pound, Mom said I could go.”
“Sheila, I thought I told you we need to talk about this first!” Gerald snapped at his wife.
“I was meaning to bring it up Ger it just slipped my mind,” she shrugged from across the table.
“I don’t care what your mother said, I’m saying you stay in tonight,” Gerald said sternly turning to his son now.
“That’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair is your attitude!” Kyle glared at his father a moment longer before stomping off to his room where he processed to lock the door and get ready for the party anyway. He opened his window and as he arranged Stan was waiting for him on his motorcycle ready to take them both to the pound. Kyle smiled warmly at the sight of his best friend-turned-boyfriend forgetting the anger his father had caused and throwing his arms around Stan’s neck.
“Hey Ky,” Stan said pressing his lips into the side of Kyle’s head and giving him a small peck.
“Come on let’s go I need to get out of here.” Stan gave Kyle his helmet and helped him onto the back of the bike before proceeding to the well-traveled route to Stark’s Pound. Already in the dark, there was a large bonfire, music, and many teens their age gathered dancing and chatting. The pair proceeded to find the rest of their friend group before grabbing some drinks and joining in the fun.
~~~~~~~~~
Shelia softly knocked on Kyle’s door again without an answer. She jiggled the door handle only oy find it locked.
“Kyle? Baby? I know you’re upset, sweetheart, but please come out and spend time with your brother before he leaves.”
“This is ridiculous!” Gerald stated marching up to the door pounding a heavy fist demanding Kyle open the door only to receive the same response as Sheila; Nothing. He groaned before fishing out a ring of keys from his pocket that contained one to every lock in the house, the front and back doors, his own bedroom, the main bathroom, the guest bathroom, Ike’s room, and of course Kyle’s room. Gerald burst in only to find the room empty with the window open.
“When that boy gets home I swear Sheila!”
The next morning Gerald sat in his son’s room patiently waiting for his return, he had been waiting all night but he never came. He turned his head as he hear the engine of a motorbike approach and stop and Gerald narrowed his eyes as he saw Stan Marsh dropping off his son. Kyle gave the helmet he was wearing back to Stan before kissing him deeply and running threw the sideyard. Kyle approached the window and gasped in shock as he was meant with his father.
“Next time Miriam, use the front door like a normal person!” he snipped at Kyle who was handing his head shamelessly. Being called by his legal name stung in his chest, his father did it on purpose when he was angry knowing it would hurt Kyle.
Kyle sat in bed with his knees tucked into his chest huffing after his father's severe scolding and punishment. Ike softly knocked on the door, which was now missing a door handle as Gerald had removed it until he could get a door knob that didn’t lock.
“You’re lucky Ike,” Kyle sighed, “you can go, you have freedom, your not struck here,” Kyle scowled. The bed dipped beside him as Ike sat down.
“Don’t worry dude, in a couple of weeks you’ll be out and you can come to Berkley with me and it’ll be great,” Ike said trying to comfort his brother.
“Accuatally Ike, I was thinking more Florida,” Kyle smiled in spite of himself.
“Florida?”
“Yeah Stan got a football scholarship for Florida State and I know that’s a bad place to be trans but, it’s a full ride dude and I couldn’t imagine my life without him. After school Ike we’re going to Travel across the country and I’ll do whatever for money like being a waiter, I just want Stan to take me away,” Kyle gushed. The two boys continued to talk about Kyle’s future along with what Ike would do after school not noticing Gerald standing outside the door with a sour expression, especially after hearing, “I’ll be 18 and dad will never see me again, Stan is going to get me out of here,” from kyle, the rage building in his gut.
~~~~~~~~
Sheila had left with Ike to take him back to the airport leaving Kyle and Gerald home alone. Kyle sat in his room reading a book wanting to desperately leave, go see Stan or Kenny, hell even Cartman, anyone but his father. He had his phone taken away and laptop on top of losing his doorknob and a one-week grounding for sneaking out
“Kyle, I need your help,” Geralde said startling the boy. Kyle wordlessly got up and followed his father down the stairs being met with two gray tote bins with contents unknown.
“With what dad?”
“You and I son are going to take these down to the basement,” Gerald smiled innocently. The basement piqued Kyle’s interest. The door to the basement remained locked at all times, it was his father's private study, and no one but him was allowed to go down there without exclusive permission no one not even Sheila was allowed to bother his father when he was in the basement. Geralde unlocked the door leading Kyle down the stairs, each carrying a tote bin.
“You know Mairiam,” his father began.
“Dad please-” Kyle pleaded.
“Sorry Kyle, but you know all my rules they're to protect you, everything I do, is because I love you. I want to keep you safe, and in order to do that Kyle there are certain things a father must do such as sheltering his children or keeping them away from bad influences.” Gerald explained and a lump started to form in Kyle’s throat.
“Where’s this going, Dad?”
“You’ll see Kyle, but first let me show you something.” Gerald set down the box he held and walked over to a book self pushing it over to reveal a metal door. He then imputed a code and the door clicked open. “This way Kyle, let’s put these totes in here okay?” Kyle weirdly followed his father's instruction now standing in the center of a small room with a cement floor, cinderblock walls, and fluorescent lights. Over in the corner was a small sink, toilet, and shower head mounted to the wall over a floor drain. In another corner was a small kitchenette housing a small fridge, and stove with cabinets mounted against the wall. The whole room was probably only a 10-foot by 10-foot place with small alcoves, Kyle wasn’t sure he was always bad at judging sizes.
“What is this place?” Kyle asked having never seen this part of the house before.
“Well our house was built during the time of the red scare, do you know what that is?” Kyle nodded, “Good boy, so you know there was a threat of atomic bombs being dropped, well the people who built our house actually built a bomb shelter. Isn’t that cool? It’s hidden behind that bookcase and you need a passcode only I know to get in, not even your mother knows about this place. It’s soundproof too, really nice isn’t it?”
“I guess… I mean it’s kind of dark and cold, there are no windows,” Kyle said standing awkwardly in the middle of the room taking in the room’s fluorescent glow.
“I know it is a shame, but you’ll have to get used to it,” Gerald quickly moved to the door making for an exit.
“Get used to it?!” Kyle panicked seeing his father start to close the door. “Dad! Dad no! Please!” he screamed pounding on the door. Screaming was pointless but still, Kyle screamed until his throat was hoarse and he fell down to his knees on the ground crying laying against the cold of the floor. Kyle stayed like this, defeated and crumbled until he finally felt like he physically couldn’t cry anymore, completely drained of any tears he had. Kyle crawled over to the boxes his father had used to lure him down here now looking at the content.
Inside the totes were clothes of Kyle’s, t-shirts, pants, and sweaters. There were some of his other belongings as well such as his favorite books or childhood comfort stuffed animal. In another box were supplies. Toiletlers, a flashlight, and blanket, and water let out a hopeless sob that tocked his entire body when he realized what it all meant for him.
~~~~~~~~~
“I’m so worried Ger! It’s not like him to just disappear!” It had been three days now since Kyle had been locked in the basement. Gerald tried to console his wife who at first thought their eldest \son had been with a friend ignoring the unanswered messages, Gerald had failed to mention to her that he had taken Kyle’s phone as part of his punishment but she didn’t need her to know that if he wanted to keep kyle safe but Sheila had just taken the unanswered messages as him just having fun but by the second day she became anxious with his lack of replies. By the third day, Sheila was a mess. She called anyone she could think of who might know where her precious son had gone.
“I bet he’s just with a friend, did you try the McCormicks?” Gerald suggested.
“Yes! I’ve tried everyone and no one had seen Kyle in days! What if something happened to him Gerald?!” she cried out. Her dramatics were starting to wear on Gerald but he still put on an empathetic face and pretend to share in her worry.
“Maybe- maybe he’s with Ike?” Sheila was desperate and hadn’t yet asked her other son if he had been in contact with his brother.
“You do that honey,” Gerald said sweetly, giving his wife a sift kiss before heading down into the basement.
~~~~~~~~~~
Kyle lay on the floor, in one of the bins had been some water bottles but no food, he was weak. He wasn’t sure how long he had been in the basement there was no way of knowing but still he had still tried to scream for help pounding at the door, hoping by some possibility the room wasn’t as soundproof as his father promised. Of course, Kyle also tried to figure out his father's passcode entering any number of significant only to be denied release. Finally, he heard the door unlock as his father opened the door now standing in the room over Kyle weakly on the floor.
“Dad?” he said in a barely audible whisper, his throat raw from screaming.
“Kyle,” Gerald said now squatting down beside his son.
“Why?”
“Because Kyle, you need to be taught a lesson, your actions have consequences, you disobeyed and disrespected me so now I’m going to keep you down here until you learn to behave,” he said sternly. He picked up his son by his curly red hair now greasy from several days without a wash.
“Please Dad I’m sorry-” Kyle began to cry both from the situation and the pain of his father's hold on him.
“I told you already; everything I do? It’s because I love you, this is your punishment son and you need to take it.” Rage build up in Kyle's body now finding new strength from the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
“You can’t do this to me! You can’t keep me down here! You fucking psycho!” he yelled. A sharp stinging pain flew across Kyle’s cheek and it took him a moment to realize his father had just slapped him.
“That doesn’t sound like you’re sorry to me young man!”
“People will be looking for me, Dad!”
“You’re right but soon it will all be taken care of,” his father reassured him, tears of rage built up in Kyle’s eyes a burning hot feeling as he tried to keep them in.
“You can’t keep me locked in here!” Kyle struggled to free himself from his father's grasp kicking at him, the ball of his foot connecting to his father's abdomen. Distracted by the pain Geral released his grip on Kyle’s hair and he made an attempt to crawl away only to be pulled back harshly by his ankle.
“I can keep you down here Kyle! What me! You need to learn some goddamn respect. Everything you have is a privilege, Kyle! I can both take it away and give it back and you need to learn that your behavior is a relaxation of the privileges you have!”
“Dad please!” Kyle desperately called out again. “I haven’t eaten dad, I’m running out of water! I’ll die down here.”
“You eat if I say you can eat, you have water if I say you can, and right now? Your actions don’t indicate you deserve those things,” Gerald replied coldly before standing up. He left Kyle sniffling and sobbing on the floor returning to his wife where he pretended to be just as worried as she.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another week had gone by and Sheila had called the police. She sat in their living room with her husband talking to an officer.
“You need to understand, this isn’t my boy,” Sheila sniffled.
“Have you checked with his friends, any girlfriends?” The officer asked.
“Yes of course! And no Kyle doesn’t have anyone like that,” Sheila explained.
“Well Sheila, you know I think there’s something going on with that Marsh boy. Honey, I heard him talking to Ike about running away to Florida with that boy,” Gerald suggested.
“Ma’am if that’s true then I’m sorry but there’s not much we can do, your son is an adult and as an adult, he can come and go as he pleases. Have you noticed any of his belongings gone?” The officer asked. Sheila remained silent before her husband could offer his input.
“I did notice, some clothes seemed to be missing…” Sheila let out a defeated sob and they both thanked the officer.
~~~~~~~~~~
Geraled headed down to the basement where had had his eldest son hidden away, he whistles happily bringing Kyle a special treat figuring his son would appreciate this geuester. Geraled imputed the code on the door, he had been preparing the basement to house his oldest son for a while now adding in measures for Kyle’s comfort and security. Geralrd installed plumbing along with the power locks which he changed the code to daily.
The door opened and Kyle quickly scurried off the floor, in the last week his father had continued to visit him and found his behavior deserving of a reward, canned foods, and more water. Gerald smiled at Kyel only to receive a scared and weary look in return.
“You know Kyle, it's considered polite to say hello, when a guest enters your home,” his dad chimed. Kyle grimaced at the word ‘home’. The basement was anything but home, it was cold and lonely and Kyle was terrified. He was terrified of what his father planned to do with him, how long he’d be here. Geraled only gave Kyle the bare minimum amount of food needed to keep him from starving but also keep him weak enough to ensure he wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.
“Hello… dad,” Kyle mumbled.
“Please Kyle, first name basis call me Gerald,” he smiled and Kyle’s stomach turned horrified by the fact his father was holding him captive, he had never seen his father like this before or any part of him that could have indicated he was so capable of doing such things. It scared Kyle how normal he was acting like it wasn’t horribly fucked up.
“Kyle? Do you know what today is?” Gerald asked. In addition to the bag Gerald had brought into the basement with him, he had brought two folding chairs. Kyle clung to the wall still while his father wordlessly set up the chairs across from one another.
“Sit down,” he sternly commanded gesturing to the chair as he sat down in his, Kyle complied, hanging his head low not meeting his father's eyes.
“Do you know what the date is Kyle?” he asked again. Kyle only shook his head in response. “Today Kyle, you are an adult, today is your 18th birthday and I brought you a surprise,” Gerald beamed. Kyle looked up in horror, it was his birthday meaning he had been locked in the basement for 13 days. 13 days of no contact with the outside world, 13 days of nothing but the deafening quiet and his thoughts. Kyle thought about the plans he had made for his birthday. It was a simple plan, just video games, weed probably, and cheap beer, and all falling asleep on Cartman’s living room floor, him, Kenny, Eric, and… Stan. God how he missed him, Stan must be worried sick. Kyle had to fight back tears feeling to far to formillair sting of tears in his eyes.
“Happy Birthday Kyle,” Gerald warmly smiled nudging the bag closer to Kyle, “Go ahead,” Garalrd prompted. The first thing Kyle removed from the bag was a small container from the grocery store holding a large slice of chocolate cake and Kyle just stared at it, like it was taunting him ‘haha’ the cake was saying. Kyle set the cake aside and reached into the bag to pick up a small package. Shaking hands worked to unwrap the paper and the contents spilled out a mess of fabric that Kyle fought to sort out.
What Kyle held up now was a sheer slip dress, like something you’d find in victorias Secret, and matching lacey white panties to go with it.
“Dad, what is this?” Kyle asked voice shaking almost in disgust.
“Jesus Christ Kyle!” his father spat, “does everything have to be such a production with you? I give you a nice gift. I go out of my way to buy you something nice and fitting for my little girl and you can’t even manage a ‘thank you’?” Gerald scoffed.
“Dad, please, I’m- I’m not a girl anymore,” Kyle muttered.
“You’ll always be my little girl, Kyle, it’s time to cut it out with this dress-up bullshit, I let you have your fun but I’m sick of it!. I bought you that nightie because it’s a nice pretty thing for a nice pretty girl!” Kyle flinched at his father’s raised tone. “Now try it on,” he demands.
“I- I don’t want to…” he said quietly.
“And I don’t care! I gave it to you and I want to see it on you!” Kyle’s eyes began to seep into tears.
“Please Dad,” he chocked out.
“That’s not my name Kyle,” he snapped.
“Ger- Gerlad, please,” he gave out one shaking plee. Gerald hummed for a moment like he was considering it before reaching across to strike Kyle across the face, his cheek purple from the last time Gerlad had hit him. Kyle let out a whimper before standing up on shaking legs.
“D-don’t make me do this please,” he cried slowly removing his shirt to reveal the nude tape he had been wearing to keep his chest flat, for 13 days, an unhealthy amount of time but he had neither the physical nor mental strength to remove it. Gerald abruptly stood up.
“For fuck stake I have to do everything around here,” he growled swiftly throwing down Kyle’s basketball shorts and boxer briefs all at once leaving him naked and exposed to his father. The younger teen tried to cover himself with his hands the best he could, his body shaking from the sobs that he involenaliry let out. Kyle did what he was asked relacing his hands with the sheer and lacy fabrics which showed more than it covered.
Gerald smiled at the sobbing boy in front of him, it was almost perfect minutes the flatness of his chest it would have been excellent then but Gerald didn’t what to fight with his son. He stared in amazement feeling his pants getting tighter watching as the redhead stripped himself only to redress in the lingerie Gerald had brought him. His excitement was visible with his blood-filled member painfully throbbing, begging to be relaised.
“I never got my thank you, Kyle. do you have any idea how disrespectful that is?” his father growled only to recover no answer, just sniffling heaves.
“Christ do I need to teach you a lesson?” he rolled his eyes and Kyle looked up with fear in his eyes. “Turn around,” Gerlad ordered, and slowly his son did just that. Kyle could hear his heartbeat in both ears drumming against the inside of his skull in a deafening volume, he could feel it all over his body. Gerald came up behind him and grabbed Kyle by the back of the neck.
“You used to be so pretty before you cut off all your hair,” Gerald reminisced. Kyle used to have long flowing red curls, tight coils that used to flow down to his mid-back, now he had cut it, short on the sides, and longer on top like most boys his age. Gerald shoved his nose into the junction of Kyle,s shoulder and neck, leading his hand from Kyle’s neck to find a nice handful of red hair. His other hand held onto Kyel’s hip tightly enough to leave small bruises probably. Gerlad ground his still-clothed erection against Kyle’s backside.
“I’m going to reach you some manners Kyle, I’m sorry it had to come to this,” Gerald said into Kyel’s ear making the boy shutter, crying harder. The hand that held Kyle’s hip was quickly removed long enough for Gerlad to undo the fly of his pants and realize his throbbing cock, he struggled momentarily but sucked in a deep breath when the cold air hit his throbbing cock, begging for attention. Gerlad removed the lacey panties Kyle had just dressed in less than 5 minutes ago before he replaced his hand on his hip to hold the small boy. Kyle yelped as he felt the tip of his father's cock against his entrance.
“Dad please~” he cried out in a desperate whimper, voice raspy and his words barely audible with his heavy sobs. Gerald snapped his hips forward shoving his entire length into Kyle at once earning a shriek of pure pain.
“Daddy stop!” he screamed, Kyle had not called Gerald ‘daddy’ since he was 6 years old but right now that’s how he felt, like a frightened six-year-old begging his daddy to save him from the monster, except his dad was the monster now. His father gave the boy a minute to adjust admiring the warmth the walls of Kyle’s pussy gave off engulfing his cock.
“Stop fighting Kyle and take it like a good boy,” his father grunted in response now starting to move inside his son.
“Please don’t Daddy!” he protested again hoping the childish name would make his father realize what he was doing was wrong. “I don’t want this!” he cried out in pain.
“Of course you do, you were asking for it Kyle and your actions have consequences,” Geral said between heavy breaths and grunts and setting his pace.
He began to find a place to set his thrusts on the boy he held down against the chair crying out still. Kyle raised his hand to his mouth biting down to try and muffle the involuntary moans. He tried so hard to close his eyes and think of being anywhere but where he was now. He tried to think of being with Stan, he envisioned them in his bed, snuggled together tightly against each other. They had both just finished a mug of hot cocoa and had some stupid show playing in the background that neither of them was watching, instead they were watching each other, staring and smiling. No matter how hard he tried to escape he couldn’t fully disassociate from being brought back to reality by his father's thrust getting sloppier and more rapid his hands tightling his hold on Kyle before one final powerful thrust into Kyle and he felt his father’s cock twitching inside him releasing his sperm deep inside Kyle. Gerald pulled back and noticed his cock stained with blood.
“Kyle?” he only received a sniffling sob as Kyle collapsed forward into the chair he was being bent over.
“Kyle were you a virgin?” his father asked and to this Kyle responded with a weak head nod confirming the fact that Gerald had just robbed his son of his purity, he really should have known, Kyle had a virgin tightness to him. Kyle had been saving himself for Stan, he was going to wait for after graduation, make it some time romantic and special but now he was never going to have that moment. He had so much he wanted to share with Stan, in passing Stan had mentioned wanting to marry him, run away together, get eloped, and forget about the stupid hick mountain town they came from.
“Huh? I wouldn’t have guessed that, you hang out with that McCromick kid and everyone knows about him, he’ll fuck anything with a pulse or the fat one how he looks at you like your his next meal. Worse yet that brain-dead Marsh boy, I figured he would have corrupted you by now and spoiled you.” his father said in an almost amazing kind of haze and he zipped his pants back up. Kyle remained limp on the chair unmoving.
Geral severed Kyle one last time before making his exit, “so much wasted potential,” he shakes his head looking at the plumpness of Kyle's body. He was tall and thin yes, with a small chest that he kept bound tightly to make even the smallest but most of Kyle’s plumpness was in his thighs and stomach. A small bit of pudge would have made his stomach perfect for child bearing.
“Your welcome Kyle,” his father said paused at the door. Red puffy eyes with tear-stained cheeks met Gerald's gaze.
“For what?” Kyle rasped out.
“The gift, looks nice on you and, being your first, better be someone who loves you than some trailer trash brain-dead boy, it’s a father's job, honey, to make sure his children and loved and treated right. Everything I do is out of love for you.” Gerald finished before leaving Kyle who sat frozen with blood, and cum between his legs, he couldn’t stand, couldn’t move he was paralyzed left with the feeling of violation and wanting to throw up. Kyle sank down onto the floor laying on his side trying to ignore the pain, holding his knees to his chest and continuing to cry, not bothering to wash away the drying blood and cum. His head was spinning and Kyle sat up for a brief momeont only to throw up the little contents in his stomach.