What Happens On Sesame Street

Chapter One: Spicy

It was a normal sunny day on Sesame Street. Bert was reading a novel in the living room and Ernie was outside tending to his garden. Ernie grew many things, but most proudly he grew jalapeño peppers. These peppers were so delightful that they had won awards. Those who've had the honour of tasting one, know that there is no better pepper anywhere else.
     Meanwhile, inside the house, Bert was deep into his novel, he was reading the infamous 50 Shades of Grey. Bert had always dreamt of having moments like those in his favourite books, he was fascinated by this one in particular. He loved the feeling of rope against his bare skin.. and the sting he feels after being hit across the face.
Ernie stepped into the doorway, dirt on his hands and knees.
"Hey Bert, what are you reading?" Ernie said with a playful tone of voice.
"Oh, nothing! Nothing at all—" Bert struggles to put away his novel, but Ernie stopped him.
He grabbed the book from Berts hands and looked over it.
"Fifty Shades... huh? I love that book." He finished with a wink.
Bert blushed and looked down at his feet. Ernie stepped closer to him, grabbing him by the wrists and pinning them behind his head. Ernie passionately kissed Bert on the lips and reached down into his pants. He teased Bert's little Bert with his dirty fingertips.
"Ah! Ernie what are yo—Mmm!" Bert was silenced. Ernie grabbed a jalapeño pepper out of his pocket, he shoved it far into Bert's throat. He gagged and let out a raspy moan. It burned the inside of Bert's distressed throat, but it shut him up.
"Shut up Bert, I'm going to make you mine." Ernie growled with desire. He then proceeded to slap Bert across his face.
Bert was pleased, although he didn't exactly know what lied in store for him. Ernie struggled to carry Bert's fat ass to the bedroom. When they finally got there Ernie threw Bert onto his bed with a thud. Ernie strode over to the closet, he opened it and began rummaging through it. By now Bert has managed to remove the pepper lodged in his throat.
"Ernie, we can't do this! What if our friends find ou-" Ernie slapped Bert again. Harder.
"BE QUIET PIG." Ernie's dark side was showing. "I'm the only one you need. You'll know soon enough."
Ernie fully intended to make Bert his bitch. The only thing Bert could do in that moment was wait for whatever was coming to him.
"Aha!" Ernie yelled and pulled a tied up wad of rope from a small box.
"Ernie, why do you keep rope hidden in our closet...?" Ernie looked Bert dead in the eyes and simply replied:
"Orphans."
Bert was only slightly panicked, as he's heard Ernie say scarier things.
Ernie walked up to Bert and the bed and grabbed him by the wrists. He struggled, but his noodle arms were unable to do much. Ernie tethered Bert to the headboard behind him.
"ERNIE NO." Bert squealed.
"E R N I E Y E S." Ernie laughed with maniac intent.
Ernie's twisted smile struck terror into Bert's soul. The whole next hour or so was a blur. Ernie toyed with Bert for hours, but these games were coming to an end.
     "Ernie... I can't do this anymore..." Bert pleaded.
     Bert laid bent and broken before Ernie. Whatever bit of heart Ernie had left sympathized with his plaything.
     "That's enough for today then." Ernie sighed. He was clearly disappointed.
     He dressed himself, but left his victim tied to the bed with no intent to free him. He went to sleep on the couch. He knew he wouldn't be able to catch a wink with his victim breathing in the same room as him.
     Bert truly loved Ernie and didn't hold his actions against him. He knew Ernie loved him too... in his own special way. He made a decision lying there in the darkness that night. It was best for both Bert's health, and Ernie's sanity. He would book a plane and leave Sesame Street in the morning.

      ...Once he freed himself from those ropes...

                             «To be continued»

          God. I am going to Hell.