Up and down. Up and down. Each movement made goosebumps form under his fur as he gasped in all-consuming ecstacy with each bounce. Sonic's arms draped over Infinite's shoulders as he stradled his master's firm member, letting it slide in and out of him in perfect rythmn with each breath. He worked harder than ever to make the most of this moment, fervently enveloping the canine's knot as well, despite the stinging sensation that accompanied such a feat. He could feel the hard rod rubbing against his internal organs, poking through his stomach, and stretching his recently healed anus. The warmth of the secreting fluids combined with the throbbing of the cyclinder inside of him unleashed unparalleled joy for the blue hedgehog as he stared into the glowing eye of the jackal, whom had granted him this activity. All that Sonic could think of was how good it all felt! This connection between them. It was so surreal, like a gift he had been wishing for with all of his heart and soul and couldn't believe he finally received. 

"Well?" Infinite chimed as Sonic's back arched, his quills standing on end, and saliva dripping from the side of his mouth as his tongue practically hung out, "HAAAAHAAAAHAAAA!!! PLEASE! GIVE IT ALL TO ME!!!" he cried out. The jackal laughed before slamming his hands down on the hedgehog's hips, essentially stabbing his insides with his mighty spear. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The shrill made the blue hedgehog's eyes break wide open as he incidentally fell onto the floor, the impact jolting him awake from his wet dream. 
His head swung around in all directions, his eyes canvassing the cell anxiously for any trace of Infinite, but the truth hit him like a punch to the stomach as he lamented to discover he was all alone and it was all just another figment of his imagination. 

It had been 5 days of loneliness. Five days since Sonic had indulged his erotic hunger since his master ordered him to abstain during his convalescence. The first two days went by rather quickly as the broken hero spent most of that time sleeping thanks to the sedatives his caretaker robot provided. This allowed his body to recover from its near-death experience and regain some of his energy. The remaining days became more difficult to endure as he had grown accustomed to having some sort of intimacy at least every few days if not multiple times in a single 24 hour period. When the titillating times randomly emerged, they were akin to a drug addict going through withdraw. His heart would palpatate, his limbs became cold and sweaty, and his insides yearned to be penetrated. In such moments, sensual images would flash through his mind, making his libido a hundred times more ravenous, yet all he could do was curl into a ball and try to drown out everything his mind and body were screaming for in order to abide by his master's wishes.

"How much longer?" he asked himself as he rocked on the cold floor in his cell, hoping the feeling would pass soon. He had just finished his evening meal, and it seemed the nourishment and replenished stamina only made the urges stronger. Though he still lacked any real muscle mass due to lack of exercise, his body fat was building in all the right places. With most of his bandages removed, he hoped he would pass muster and get the opportunity to not only appease his the one he idolized, but satisfy his own cravings as well. 

*You sure are a sorry sight...* His inner voice echoed at such a pitch that it sounded as though it were coming from the walls. That same damn voice that had haunted him relentlessly for months just had to make an appearance during a battle against his carnal thirst! 
Sonic immediately covered his ears in a futile effort to ignore it, hoping that it would simply fall silent like it had always done in the past, 
"Don't you have anything better to do", he growled to thin air, "--just go away..."

The voice quickly responded in the harshest tone imagineable, far more billigerent than the broken hero had ever heard it speak. The seething hatred that dripped from the words screeching across the corners of his distorted mind made his skin crawl as he clenched the sides of his head to desperately drown them out. 
*I WOULD IF I COULD----BELIEVE ME!!!
    ---LOOK AT HOW PATHETIC YOU ARE!!! DISGUSTING!!!---
 THE GREAT SONIC THE HEDGEHOG REDUCED TO A MUTT'S HORNY PET!!! 
---YOU'RE PRACTICALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FOR THAT BASTARD TO FUCK YOU!!!* 

Each line was like a stampeding herd of wild animals trampling emotions of unparalleled weight into his very core. Shock. Bewilderment. Shame. Guilt. Self-loathing. Hopelessness. There was no ignoring these claims. No avoiding the feelings they created. And no denying their validity. Sonic began to whimper incessently, hyperventilating, his claws digging into the side of his head as if he was trying to rip the voice right out of his brain! He instinctively curled into the fetal position and slid under his bunk, foolishing believing he could effectively hide. 

Why did this invisible entity affect him so much? Out of all the other faceless voices that argued and screamed in his mind, this singular voice always froze his heart when it spoke. He never tried to decipher it before, because of everything he had grown afraid of, for reasons he didn't understand, he feared it the most. 

After a few moments, the voice sighed and began speaking in a much calmer way in order to soothe him. 
*We both know what I am, Sonic*, it said somberly, answering a question that was never asked.

 *...I can't do this on my own,* it continued, *you need to wake up and face what's happened to you. Hold the real one at fault accountable. If you stay trapped like this, if you keep clinging to him, you won't be the only one suffering. You know that, don't you?*

Tears had formed puddles under the blue hedgehog's face as he rubbed his nose and pressed his forehead against the cold steel wall. With the smallest weeps in-between broken breaths, he uttered sadly, "....please....just....go away...."





Meanwhile, three levels down, in a reinforced cell equipped with multiple kinds of security measures and torture devices, another battle was raging. 

"So, did you enjoy the show, Shadow?" Infinite stated suavely as he entered the chamber.

The fishhooks holding his eyelids open cut deeply, making every twitch feel as though they were tearing into his eyeballs. His head was fastened in place by a mechanical device bolted to the slab that kept him upright on his battered legs. The monitors surrounding his face were almost blinding, making it impossible to see anything else except for the scene unfolding in front of him on the other side of the feed. While strapped to the vertical table, small electrodes were drilled through the bones in his wrists and hooked to a sensory device that sent an electric pulse any time his heartrate decreased below a certain level. This ensured Shadow remained conscious at all times and was adquately stimulated so that the tube that clasped tightly around his member could perform optimally, using irregular airflow to stimulate and siphon his serum into a pump reservoir. It was a sickening feeling, but he couldn't stop his body's natural reactions. Time and again he lost the war to this wretched machine, reaching an orgasmic high causing all his muscles to tense, thereby intensifying his awareness of his injuries. 

In the 5 days since his captivity began, Infinite made it his personal mission to make sure he suffered as much as possible every second. The momentary reprieves he was awarded were only when he lost consciousness due to the jackal's exuberance or when he was purposely left to stew in misery. His enemy was inventive in his sadistic means of administering pain, using everything from innovative methods of torture to modernized forms of medieval devices that pushed the Ultimate Life Form's tolerance beyond the limit. With his chaos energy blocked, his wounds weren't healing as they should. Starvation and dehydration were also beginning to take their toll on him for the same reason. It was physically the weakest he had ever felt in his existence, and with his body falling victim to the mercenary's agenda, he was beginning to fear his mind would falter next. 

But more than his own self-preservation, he couldn't help but fear for Sonic's. Staring at the screen, watching his partner cower under the metal bed as the sounds of his trembling cries broke through the speakers shattered the black hedgehog's heart. How he wished he could reach out and hold him! To wipe away his tears and undo all the damage done to him. The desire made tears form in his eyes as he was otherwise powerless to do so. 

"The little rodent can be quite zealous," Infinite quipped while tracing his claws on Shadow's cheek, wiping away the tear with indifference. 
"Tell me..." he started as he began unbuckling the gag straps between his prisoner's quills, "--was he always like this or did you need to slip a few aphrodisiacs into his meals as well?"

Despite the excrutiating lacerations the fish hooks induced, Shadow's eyes shot to the side to meet the jackal's gaze. Realizing the bastard had been drugging Sonic for his sick pleasure made the Ultimate Life Form want to snap his neck! Unfortunately, in his current position, his options were nonexistent. Infinite left no room for error in ensuring he was constantly bound in some shape or manner, knowing full well that even in his weakened state, he was far too dangerous to leave loose and unattended. 

"There now. Isn't that better?" he chided after removing the metal ball from the black hedgehog's mouth. Shadow could only cough in response as the dry hoarseness of his throat made it nearly impossible to speak, but he wasn't going to waste this chance. No matter how feeble the words tumbled out, he was going to speak his piece!

"Perverted bastard," he croaked between coughs, "w-why did you do it?" 

Infinite skidded the table away from the monitors and spun it around in a swift cyclone until the two were face to face, making the tube on the black hedgehog's member whip in the air like a jump rope and causing even more anguish to the sensitive area. "What makes you think I did anything?"

"You fucked him and then made him believe it never happened. Screwing with his mind and body is just a sick game to you, isn't it?" Shadow responded quickly, his piercing red eyes burning through his foe.

The vicious jackal was unamused by his obstenate behavior and therefore decided a lesson needed to be learned. He dug his fingers into a perforated wound in Shadow's abdomen, clawing at the meat and making the black hedgehog wince in agony. Seeing the sweat glisten on his fur with the crimson blood complimenting his natural red patterns over his muscular physique, the mercenary couldn't help but be impressed by how he was built; however, he adored his own handywork even more as he continued to dance his fingers over his body, poking and proading the multiple gashes across his tattered frame.

"I told you before, he's not yours anymore. What you witnessed was merely the little blue savior conducting himself as I trained him to do. To serve me as I see fit. It's his own reason for living now."

Shadow gritted his teeth, his wrists aching as he struggled to clench his fists, "Barbaric psychological manipulation."

"A tried and true practice. Entertaining as well," the mercenary mused as he followed the curves of his prisoner's abs to his trapped member, "I really must extend credit where it's due, Shadow. The vermin's blind loyalty to you proved to be the greatest tool in breaking him." 
His claws wrangled around his equipment, reaching lower and lower, "In other words, his current state is all because of you." 

The black hedgehog was seething with rage, but at the same time, he could tell his enemy was baiting him. Sonic was a means to an end, but that ending was impossible to predict and apparently nowhere in sight. As Infinite began fondling Shadow's testicles, he knew that this bastard's games were just beginning.