Scourge the Hedgehog adjusted his badass killer red shades that looked pristene enough to block bullets, tucking his other hand into his pocket, hhis whole aura brimming with sexy confidence. His piercing sharp blue eyes scanned the streets and alleys around him, next to his latest doss. High above on the roofs, Sonark of the Sonicaman Choas Ninja Team perched low, knowing his outfit wasn't exactly camoflauge friendly. Sonark was keeping a close eye on this green menace, waiting for the right moment to bring him to justice. Scourge narrowed his eyes, his senses easily telling him of some do-gooder around him. One of his ears twitched and he humphed to himself – nothing he couldn't handle. His trademark sexy smirk placed itself upon his lips as he took up a strong firm stride off, planning on luring whoever was foolish enough to challenge the King.
	Sonark flapped his cape around him, determined not to let the green menace away from his sight. He leaped from building to building easily, though his eyes were to intent on the green menace below that he barely noticed that a jump was a bit farther than he had anticipated. Flailing his arms as he was sent down, loudly smashing against some dustbins as he landed in the dark alley not far from Scourge.
	Scourge stopped in his tracks, his ears perking to the sound. Scourge quickly dashed over to the noise, peering around the corner and tilting his shades down for a better look. Sonark awkwardly stumbled to his feet, rubbing his head in pain as he grimaced. He leaned to the brick wal and berated at himself under his breath. Scourge's smirk returned, knowing he spotted what his senses had detected. Scourge hiked up some discarded rope from one of the dust bins, tucking it into his inside pocket.
	Sonark started dusting himself off as some of the pain fell to numbness. Scourge took a last overall look of the costumed alternative Sonic before he dashed forward with his speed, catching Sonark off guard. Sonark acked out and tried to enter a fighting stance as he saw a green blur. Scourge looped the rope around Sonark quikly and tightly with a deep chuckle, smirking dominately at Sonark when he finished with a tight knot. Sonark struggled against the binds, gritting his teeth.
	“Scourge! Get these confised off of me!” Sonark ordered. Scourge simply chuckled as he placed a hang upon his own hips.
	“What do we have here?” Scourge said, ignoring Sonark. “Sonic going for a superheo look? How cute.”
	“My name isn't Sonic, it's Sonark! Remember it, Scourge!” Sonark retaliated, glaring at Scourge through his visor. Scourge chuckled firmly, acting as if he was in utter control – and he was.
	“My reputation proceeds ne, I see. Let me guess, you didn't want an autograph from the King?” Scourge asked rhetorically. Sonark growled out, unable to help a small blush form on his cheeks from the high cocky behavior from Scourge.
	“No, I'm here to stop you from causing any more destruction!” Sonark replied anyway, trying to work at the knot by friction with rubbing it against the wall vigurously. Scourge humphed out firmly, his eyes falling to a bored, almost-closed state.
	“In that case, you can kiss being untied goodbye for a long while.” Scourge replied simply. With that, he looped up some extra rope roughly around Sonark's legs. Sonark tried to kick out, but Scourge was just so strong and in control. Sonark wobbled with his tied legs and oofed out as he hit the ground, groaning out as he wriggled like a defenseless worm. Scourge picked up a lead of rope and tugged firmly, beginning to drag the costumed hero against the ground. “Come along, hero. I'm gonna show you what happens when one dares to challenge me.”
	“You're acting all tough now when I'm tied up,” Sonark retorted from the ground, glaring angrily at the cocky bastard. “Get these ropes off me so there can be a fair and real fight!”
	“Not falling for that one, hero.” Scourge replied quickly, not even looking over his shoulder. “Maybe, just maybe, when we hit my doss, you'll get your fight. For now though, you better get used to being dragged like a sack, hero.”
	“You coward!” Sonark cried out, squirming as best he can as he was dragged along against the ground in the open, his blush of defeat growing as he knew there were onlookers. “This shows just how tough you really are, to have to tie me up to beat me. How pathetic.”
	Scourge stopped and looked over his shoulder, tilting his shades down. Sonark gulped a bit, seeing those strong dominant eyes piercing down at him. “Hero boy, I'll have you against the wall here and now. Don't push you luck, yeah?”
	Sonark gulped a bit, gaining his own confidence back a bit after that deadly look. “Wh-what are you talking about?” He swirled around to his stock, moving a bit like a caterpillar till he got to his knees. Scourge roughly came up and gripped his strong hand around Sonark's neck, effortlessely picking him up and slamming him against the nearby wall. Sonark let out a deep-pained groan, feeling his breathing getting heavier and faster as Scourge gripped his neck. “This... th-this isn't proving anything...” 
	Scourge grunted, narrowing his eyes fiercely. “You can either fight me at my place, where no one can see your inevitable humiliation... or you can get your ass handed to you in front of any passers-by, your hero reputation ruined forever. I think I'm being quite generous, hero. Which is it to be?” He tightened his grip noticably. Sonark gulped, huffing out from lack of air. 
	“S-so... you're being... being nice n-now, huh? How l-lovely...” Sonark managed to say in an unsubtle sarcastic tone. Scourge gave a smug shrug and roughly untied Sonark's legs, pressing in closely so that any kicks wouldn't hit anything sensitive. Sonark felt hope rise as his legs were being untied, but as Scourge's strong body had him pressed against the hard wall, his plan of escaping quickly disappeared. “Your way of fighting is p-pathetic! Be a man and show me your real strength in a fair one to one battle.”
	Scourge gave Sonark a deep primal growl, his blue eyes piercing so strongly even behind his red shades. “My way of fighting makes results, hero boy.” His hand tilted his shadows down before getting a squeeezing handful on that tight spandex-clad rump. “And besides, all heroes love being defeated, of emating their match.”
	Sonark slightly jumped at the sudden squeezed and gave a growl of his own. “I don't know where you got that from, from Sonic or some other poor soul that bumped into you. But with me, it's different. I'm satisfied when I see a villain like you get dragged into prison and get his punishment!”
	Scourge humped indignately and started to slowly untie the rope around Sonark's arms. “Fine. If you win, you cand rga me to whatever prison you want. But when I win, you're getting dragged all around town before being dumped at my own prison and getting broken in~” 
	Sonark felt a grin creep upon his lips and stared at Scourge as he said in great self confidence: “You mean, IF you win!” Scourge rolled a finger along Sonark's cheek before letting the rope fall down. He kept his body pressed tight to Sonark, keeping Sonark's body pinned against the cold rough wall. Sonark was finally free, but the annoying fact that Scourge had him pinned to a wall was nagging him in the back of his head. He squirmed and let his cocky attitude deop dead.
	Scourge chuckled devilously, keeping his strong body pressed tight to Sonark, his hands gripping at Sonark's wrists. “There you go, all untied, hero boy. Where your moves at?” He questioned teasingly. Sonark let out a growl and tried his hardest to at elast move his legs a little.
	“Take a step back and I'll show you!” Sonark replied sharply. Scourge scoffed heavily, taking a step back... but kept a firm grip on thos wrists, sharply and quickly spinning Sonark around and slamming his face-first down to the ground. Sonark though quickly as he noticed Scourge start to steap back, but before he knew it, he was brought to the ground with a painfulg rown escaping his lips, his eyes shut tight. “Filthy... cheating... bastard!”
	Scourge mounted upon Soanrk's back, sitting upon him ehavily and leaning down to his ears. “Villain, remember, hero boy?”
	“And by the looks of it, villains are afraid to fight fair!” Sonark retorted as his ears folded against his head, feeling Scourge's hot breath roll over them.
	Scourge shrugged smugly and twisted Sonark's arms painfully. “Now now~ don't be a spoil sport, hero boy. You never had much of a chance.”
	Sonark groaned again and clenched his fists. “Get off of me and let me prove that you're wrong!”
	“We already agreed you'd be dragged around when you lost the first time. What could you possibly offer to do when you lose this time, hero boy?” Scourge replied, making sure his weight centered on Sonark's spine.
	“There was never a real fight, you bastard! What's the enjoyment of beating someone if there was never a real fight?!” Sonark retorted sharply though clenched teeth. Scourge humphed and placed his sharp fangs firmly along the back of Sonark's neck,a sserting control over the chero.
	Sonark tried to kick Scourge as he felt those razor fangs meet his flesh. “Villain AND vampire? This gotta be my lucky day!” He tried to move his head in an attempt to make Scourge stop.
	“Looks like someone needs to learn humility.” Scourge growled back hotly across Sonark's neck, pressing a hand to his head and rolling his face to the dirt.
	Sonark closed his eyes tight and bared his teeth as his face was pushed down to the cold dirty ground. “The only time I feel humiliated is when I'm beaten in a FAIR fight!”
	“That so, hero boy?” Scourge scoffed and repicked up the rope. “Why don't I test that theory out?”
	Sonark snarled and struggled as he noticed the rope was back. “Why don't you play fair, you bastard?!”
	Scourge leaned in closer, his hot dominating breath rolling into Sonark's ears. “Bad guy, remember~?” He then hogtied Sonark up, bending Sonark's legs back and pulling his arms painfully back, tieing the four limbs together. Sonark struggled madly at his new degrading position and shouted out curses and other things that really didn't help at all. Scourge chuckled wickedly and tugged at the leash as he stood back up. “Come on, hero boy.” He started dragging Sonark roughly across the ground once more behind him as he continued walking.
	“There's others ways of doing this!” Sonark said with a furious blush, having sunk so low from all of this that he had even started to beg and plead. “Just stop this ridiculous game already!”
	Scourge chuckled, firmly draggong Sonark through the filthy dirt roads, taking the long route to his doss. “Yeah yeah, and what do you have to offer for that, boy?”
	“Offer?! A fair fight, that's what I got for you!” Sonark retorted through oofs and dirt. Scourge simply scoffed down the offer, keeping his strong stride through toaw.
	“Bit of a one-track pony, aren't you, boy? I got you pegged for brainwashing and becoming a loyal slave to your King. Think you can top that?” Scourge replied matter-of-factly.
	“B-brainwash? You think you're some kind of voodoo master or something?And what do you mean by slave?!” Sonark questioned, gritting his teeth as he was still getting dragged along the gravel.
	“You'll see, boy.” Scourge simply smirked and roughly tugged the rope before pushing open a door to a low-slung building. “We're here, slave boy.”
	Sonark took a quick scan around now that he wasn't being dragged before returning his stare to Scourge. “Is this your pathetic excuse of a home?
	Scourge smirked smugly and dragged the tied up her inside, the door slamming inside like a note of finality. “Soon to be your sorry excuse for an abode as well, boy. Slave suits you much better than hero, don't you agree?”
	“What... you're too lazy to go make your own damn sandwich?” Sonark retorted, apparently not aware what kind of slave Scourge meant.
	Scourge dragged Sonark to some poles. “Not quite, slave boy.” He untied them a bit just enough to reposition Sonark, and then Scourge retyed the hero to the poles, two limbs to each pole on either side, stretching the hero out across the wall.
	“If you're gonna tickle me, you're really pathetic, y'know? Sonark stated with narrow eyes. Scourge chuckled and roughly pulled Sonark's helmet off, removing the visor before pulling a screen down in front of Sonark.
	“Just relax, you're heroic days are at their end. So just surrendor like a good slave.” Scourge responded wickedly as he pushed a button at the side and screen filled with spiraling colors, curling downward and upward and every which way with a commanding aura. Sonark looked from the screen to Scourge and back again as he raised an eyebrow.
	“Seriously? You're trying to bore me to death? Sonark retorted and frowned with a groan, staring at the screen with bored eyes. Scourge slid in up to Sonark's ears.
	“We'll work on that ego, don't you worry, slave. You're all tied up and deep in my prison, so you've already lost.” Scourge stated softly, sensually, strongly. Sonark didn't answer to that, he just stared at the screen as his bored expression started to fade away. Scourge chuckled dominately as the pulsating commanding spirals pushed through those unknowing eyes, firmly rolling a tongue across Sonark's neck. Sonark's expression had now finally dropped and he was staring with an empy blank stare at the screen, but with no concentration. Scourge laughed evilly as he undid the tight spandex clothing, soon leaving Sonark nude save for the boots and gloves.
	“There we go, my blank slave. Keep watching the lights now as your King implants your new orders.” Scourge stated strongly. Sonark's head heavily nodded to Scourge's words, his stare kept solely to the colorful powerful screen. Scourge stroked a finger along Sonark's chest as his dominant voice rolled through Sonark's ears. “No longer a silly hero, you got that, my blank slave? You're a servant to Scourge, your master. Just a toy to be used now, you got that?” Sonark kept on nodding his head, his mouth slightly open in a small gap.
	Scourge roughly slapped at Sonark's ass. “You belong to me, slave boy. No longer a worthless hero.” SWAT! Another spank. “You're going to forget all about those silly~” SPANK! “stupid~” SLAP!” heroic tendencies. You got that? You're new mind is only filled with the need to obey Master Scourge.”
	“Obey... Master...” Sonark said with a low emotionless voice. 
	“Keep repeating that, my slave boy.” Scourge ordered with a strong slurp of his tongue against Sonark's neck. Scourge reached over, turning a dial and intensifying the strong mesmerising spirals higher.
	“Obey Master...” Sonark's head slowly tilted back as his eyes followed the screen, following the orders giving by Master. “I shall obey... Master... Scourge...”
	Scourge toyed with the screen, smircking wickedly as he made Sonark's head move up and down with it. “Say goodbye to your former self, slave~” His other hand dominately squeezed Sonark's ass. 
	Sonark followed the screen for a shrot while, but soon stopped and stared forward. He slowly turned his head to look at Scourge and a dumb smile was creeping upon his lips “Master...”
	Scourge smirked wide and rolled the screen away, pressing his body up against Sonark's bare form. “Yes, little slave boy?” he urged, lauding his control over the former hero.
	Sonark just stared at him, his smile growing dumber and bigger for each passing second. “I'll obey you, Master Scourge.”
	Scourge groped and lewdly squeezed at Sonark's ass. “Of course you will, slave. Offer your body to master, beg to be broken in properly~” Scourge ordered with a deep sinister chuckle. Sonark's dump smile grew at the squeeze.
	“Please Master,” Sonark spoke in a pleading voice. “Break me... I want to be broken. For you.” Scourge gave a wide evil smirk as his strong hands gripped at each ass cheek.
	“Well, since the slave boy asked nicely~” With a dominant chuckle, Scourge thrusts his hard thick cock into Sonark's tailhole with a grunt.
	Sonark gladly moaned out his Master's name as he was penetrated, closing his eyes and bending over, giving his body to Scourge. Scourge's hot breath rolled across his latest conquest, thrusting and pounding with hard firm ruthless bucks of his hips, knowing the broken mind of the hero would love it no matter how he gave it. Pressing the blue boy hard against the wall, Scourge bit down at Sonark's neck dominately, abusing his new slave. Sonark big hist lips and tried to stay relaxed so his Master could easily thrust into his tight hole. He was in deep pain, but his brainwashed mind just wouldn't register it. Scourge rocked and thrusts so fully, filling the room with lewd wet smacking sounds, making the ex-hero grind and rub painfully against the stern wall as Scourge's big fat cock abused that welcoming tight hole.
	Sonark kept the dump wide smile on his lips and moans just slipped out. Blood was slowly coming from his once virgin hole, but of course he didn't notice, and his warped mind didn't allow him to care. Scourge plowed and fucked Sonark's hole, beating that ass against the wall till it was red. Normally each slap now would sting so painfully, but that corrupted mind wouldn't notice and just take it all happily. Scourge's big fat green cock throbbed heavily as he pounded his full length in and out over and over.
	Sonark opened his eyes slightly and looked at his master with a half-lidded lustful stare, his heavy breathing making his chest rise and fall. Scourge looked back with his own half-lidded dominant gaze, his fangs bearing brightly as he took Sonark hard upon the wall, his hefty manly balls smacking so fully up against Sonark's abused ass. Sonark tilted his head back and stared up at the ceiling as his fists clenched at the intense lovely pleasure he felt “Oh Master~!”
	Scourge's sharp fangs dug into the exposed neck dominately, grungint and growling the the alpha beast he is before slamming so fully home, his cock bursting out ropes of his hot thick goopy seed into Sonark, claiming the hog inside and out as his new toy. Sonark gasped and moaned loudly as he felt Master's hot love juices flow into him, making him arch his back at the sensation and panting heavier than before as his head fell back down. Scourge bit up from Sonark's neck, keeping his meat buring inside his new slave. He gave that abused rump a good spank. “Now~ isn't that better than being a silly hero, slave boy?”
	Sonark nodded, his eyes so glazed over as his pants left his mouth heavily. “Y-yes Master... I'll obey... whatever you say.”
	Scourge chuckled throatily, giving Sonark's ass a nice firm spank. “I think I'll keep you, slave boy~ for now, hehehe.”