You'd think after years of being ripped open every night he'd have become numb, but for Scourge every torment was just as intense as the first time. It had been bad enough before that stupid escape attempt, but once he and the rest of the Destructix had been rounded up, the turning of blind eyes became full endorsement. They knew what that fucking cat did to him, what nearly all of them did, and they were given the Warden's complete blessing. The last few years had been Hell for Scourge, and given where he came from, that was saying something. He'd spent nearly all his time in the new cell specially built for him and Smalls, which was really just an open all hours sex dungeon, available to any prisoner, or any Zone Cop, who wanted to use Zone Jail's all but officially designated sex slave.

His brief reprieve was the one hour out of 24 he was allowed to roam somewhat free: lunchtime, although most days he was immediately dragged to the mess hall, shoved under the tables and forced to work for his meal by draining the bladders and balls of his fellow inmates. He had tried to escape a second time on his own, but that just led to him spending a month in a new form of solitary which involved his integration into the prison's plumbing. He hadn't tried again. Still, he did sometimes enjoy a trip to the infirmary when his diet of nothing but jizz and piss caught up with him, but the Zone Cops were careful to make these stays as rare and brief as possible. In fact, there was only one of those holier than thou fuckwits that hadn't taken the chance to use him like a sex toy yet. Whether it was because he was a fellow Sonic, or because he actually became a cop to help people, it was Zonic, they guy who had brought him in, who was the only person to show him any sort of kindness, which Scourge reckoned was probably the result of a guilty conscience. He'd been curiously absent this week though, leaving him defenceless at the mercy of the prison that saw fit to punish the hedgehog that had finally broken Zobotnik's perfect record.

And so a new day began in the No Zone just like any other, with Scourge slowly gaining consciousness, exhausted and aching all over, a painful bloated feeling in his stomach. He tried to raise a hand to rub his eyes, but he found his wrist was constrained. As he opened his eyes, he began to remember his surroundings. His wrists were held in tight metal cuffs, his ankles too, keeping his body held in a bent over position.
"Ugh." he groaned around the massive gag that had been stuffed in his mouth. They'd let him fall asleep still bound to the fuck bench, again. He wriggled slightly, trying to wake himself up as his line of sight honed in on his cage in the corner of the room, where he usually slept. It wasn't much comfier though, it was first and foremost just a place to store him, not to rest. It was therefore empty save for a red plastic dish similar to a dog bowl. After a few more seconds his aching neck forced his head down, leaving him to stare at his faint reflection in the puddle of his own drool that had accumulated as he slept. What a pathetic sight he was, the former King now serving as a cum dumpster.

His eyes were dull and unfocused, with deep bags under them. His once vibrant green fur was knotty, matted, and coated with crusty layers of cum, along with several other bodily fluids. Worst of all for a hedgehog, his quills, brutally thinned and blunted on his arrival were now mostly gone, and the few that remained were misshapen, bleeding, and some had even managed to become ingrown, which was definitely not pleasant. His mouth was wide open, kept that way by the ring gag that was not only tied around his head so tightly it hurt, but constantly chaffed, so much so that it had actually blistered his muzzle. Most humiliating though was the Super Control Collar, a new model of the Zone Cops' signature strength sapping restraint that made basically anything but slow crawling impossible, hence the dog bowl inside his cage. It had never seen a spoonful of the questionably edible slop the other prisoners ate, rather it was passed round and filled with even more spunk for Scourge to chow down on. Which was more nutritious, he didn't know.

Whilst the actual device around his neck was a plain gold ring like any other, Scourge's collar had been encased in leather and covered in spike-like studs, with a single hoop at the front allowing a leash to be attached, which at that moment was lying on the floor beside Scourge. Fitted through the same hoop at all times was a silver name tag, shaped for effect like an erect cock, with nothing but the four letter word he absolutely hated stamped along the shaft. That was basically all he wore nowadays, except when a senior Zone Cop or the leader of a powerful prisoner gang requested something specific, in which case he could spend days in anything from a frilly maid outfit to a gimp suit. The only other thing he 'wore', per se was the tight chastity cage clamped around his own dick,  keeping it small and in it's place. It wasn't some plastic plaything for fun, but two interlocking pieces of two inch long solid steel. The first was of a more typical design, it completely stuffed his dick into a tiny space, leaving only his slit exposed, whilst the other was essentially a ¾" wide sound, precisely long enough to just miss his prostate, that was topped by a thinner shell of the first piece. Scourge was sure the former had somehow been welded or superglued to his dick, because in the several years since his escape attempt it had never been removed, and as a result he hadn't climaxed or even gotten hard since his last quickie with Fiona in the chaos of their breakout. And even the image of his naked vixen didn't do anything for him anymore.
Guess I've had the hetero fucked outta me, he often thought to himself.

His brief moments of calm were shattered as a groaning came from behind Scourge, but even without seeing him, the green hedgehog knew exactly who it was. Smalls the Cat still slept in an ordinary prison bunk, but to Scourge in his cage it was a luxury. He heard the loud thud as the far larger male got out of bed, and he lazily thudded over, stopping in front of the hedgehog's restrained form. Smalls was much the same as ever, dressed in his torn orange jumpsuit and Control Collar, the poorly healed scar still visible on his right eye. Under the hood, however, he had deviated from his Prime counterpart, becoming far more muscular than fat. He was still a complete and utter twat though. The only other unique part of Smalls' appearance was the key he wore on a chain round his own neck, the key to Scourge's cage, on display to demonstrate his ownership of the 'whorehog', as he called him. There were bigger, more dominant guys in Zone Jail, but Smalls had been chosen to remain his cellmate for two reasons: the overwhelming fear Scourge had of him, and in recognition of his role in first turning the bad boy conqueror into a prison bitch. 

Smalls yawned and rubbed a hand over his crotch, a smirk slowly crossing his face as he took in Scourge's cum coated body.
"Mornin', Snot. Looks like you gave the boys a good time last night. Hehe." As he spoke, his fingers slowly pulled the zip of his orange sweats down, revealing his cream (formerly white) briefs.
"You seriously reek though. A shower would do you good," he pulled his rather large purple dick out as it hardened, rising up to point right at Scourge's captive face.
"But it's such a hassle for you to crawl all the way to the showers though," he sniggered as he got in position, his hose locked and loaded, "better do it myself." A jet of warm, golden nectar flew from Smalls' boner, splashing all over Scourge's head, and some of it even poured down his slightly arched back. Smalls wasn't particularly aiming for anything, but the light gargles the green hedgehog made as his nose and throat were assaulted by the bitter urine made him smirk in sadistic satisfaction.
"Aw, come on, Snot," he said in a blasé manner, "can't tell me after all these years ya don't love this." As Scourge continued to drown in the cat's piss, Smalls rolled his head back, his tongue lolling out in relaxation.
"Oh yeah, been holding this in all night! Gotta remind my whorehog who he belongs to. Everyone in this joint may use you Snot, but I own you." Scourge had become used to the cat's possessive dirty talk, but sometimes it still terrified him as much as it did when they first met.

Finally the yellow torrent ended, and once the last dribbles had fallen, Smalls took a step forward, rubbing his erect cock all over Scourge's face, slapping him a few times with it for good measure.
"There ya are Snot, good an' clean, hehe." He chuckled deeply as he began to slowly pace around the hedgehog. Scourge didn't exactly feel clean, he was just covered in and smelt of piss as well as cum now, not that Smalls or anyone else would care. After a minute or so the cat stopped right behind him, and the scratch of sharp claws across his left cheek made it pretty clear what Scourge was in for now. A similar scratching came across the other one as Smalls lightly caressed the green ass. For the first time in a long while, Scourge became filled with shame as a tingling sensation spread across his body whilst his cock cage became tight and painful. He was actually, genuinely, getting turned on by Smalls' claws on his rear.
How far I've fallen...
Suddenly though, light tingling gave way to deep, sharp pain as Smalls completely extended his claws, burying them like fish hooks in his soft flesh. His cries were turned into stupid "duh" sounds by the large gag, but the agony wasn't dulled one bit. His claws now deep in Scourge's cheeks, Smalls quickly and violently yanked them apart, stretching out the hedgehog's quivering crack, the force of the cat's movements so great he managed to tear the scarred tissue that lined Scourge’s entire ‘gluteal cleft’, as the concerned infirmary doctor had put it. Again, had it not been for the gag, the poor green hedgehog would have been screaming, as a thousand cuts, carved around his worn but still sensitive pucker by whips, flogs, and claws ripped open all at once.

Before he could even think, his hole was stretched as the tip of Smalls' rod forced itself in, grinding against the hedgehog's dry, unlubed walls. The cat just gave a slightly high pitched moan, clearly getting off from the friction. His hands and toes clenched, desperate for something, anything to grip as Smalls rammed the rest of his thick cock into the abused cavity, before scraping it back out to plough in again. After he did this a few times, the friction lessened, but the pain only got worse.
"You were, ha-ha, meant to, a-aah, be a cock sleeve Snot, ya even got one of them self lubin' holes! Course a girl's ain't usually so red!" All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and whimper, desperately trying to pretend that he hadn't just been mocked while his own blood was used for lubricant. He was given a slight relief as one of Smalls' paws lifted from his ass, only for it to be dashed as it came flying down, roughly spanking the hedgehog and leaving four more small punctures in the skin.
"Oouck!" Scourge half-moaned at the rough treatment, which only widened the smirk on Smalls' face.
"See Snot, deep down ya love submittin' to me. Heh, if all this gear weren't here, I bet ya'd still bend over an' present yer ass to me, no questions asked." Continuing to spank him ever harder, Smalls admired the growing red patch that spread across the cheeks, loving the way it seemed to twitch in anticipation of his next strike. His thrusts and spanks slowly merged into a rhythm, his hand striking the sensitive flesh just as his cock became balls deep inside of Scourge.

Said hedgehog grappled with Smalls' comments, realising that there was some pleasure masked under the pain. But if he was honest with himself, that felt pretty good too. As Smalls' dick tore open Scourge's inner walls, it also grinded against that little bundle of nerves from tip to base. As the cock unintentionally milked his sweet spot, Scourge's muffled, shameful moans grew louder.
"Yeah, moan for me, whorehog! Ya never, ugh, fooled me, ya know. Always knew the big bad King was nuttin' but a horny slut desperate to be fucked! Just took time to realise!" He let out a full on cackle, fully enjoying Scourge's humiliation as the used, battered hole still managed to clench around his dick like a hot vice.
"Mmm," Smalls leant down over the hedgehog, crushing him with his weight as he whispered in Scourge's ear, "I'm close Snot, you're just about ready for my special stuffing." The cat's pace increased as his orgasm neared, culminating in one final thrust as he began to unload himself into Scourge's ass, a flood of sticky sauce coating his insides and mixing with his natural red lube. Scourge's eyes widened as the cock shot thick ropes of hot cum inside him, sending sparks of white heat throughout his body which were only intensified as the tip pulsed against his prostate as it violently filled him with seed. It was perhaps the closest thing to a climax he'd had for over ten years.
Chaos, have I really been inside that long?

Smalls slowly pulled his dick out, admiring his handiwork as it finally left the now gaping hole with a satisfying 'pop', coated in the pink mixture of his and Scourge's fluids. With a contented sigh, Smalls stuffed his dick back into his jumpsuit, wiping it clean on his own briefs before zipping back up. He wasted no time in walking back round to Scourge's front, grabbing the leash as he went and quickly clipped it to his collar. Upon pressing a button on the front of the fuck bench, it's metal restraints unclamped, and Smalls was free to grab the green hedgehog by a handful of bent quills and throw him to the floor, still holding the leash. Slowly, Scourge managed to steady himself on his hands and knees, despite the fact his entire body was burning in stiffness and pain. His leash was sharply yanked in the direction of his cage, and so the hedgehog began to crawl towards it, the pink load oozing from his hole and leaving a trail behind him. He kept his eyes on the floor as he reached the cage, which was barely taller than his diminished form, and only just wide enough for him to turn around in. Smalls opened the latch, swinging the little gate just big enough for him open.
"In." the cat commanded. Scourge crawled into the cage, leash in tow, his will to disobey every little order broken long ago with just the threat of further solitary confinement. The small opening closed behind him, trapping him inside as Smalls leered at him through the bars.
"Well, I'm off to the yard, have a fun day, Snot."

Scourge stared with envy as his cellmate sauntered over to the door and pushed a large button level with his shoulder, which triggered the door to open for a few seconds, during which Smalls disappeared before the door closed. This system made their sex cell truly available to everyone, whilst making it to Scourge, constrained to his hands and knees, impregnable. Only a Zone Cop could completely lock it, and it only remained fully open for him one hour a day. He didn't have much time to think about the unfairness of it all as the door opened, allowing two guys to come in. The first was Officer Zhadow, now the second most senior (and competent) Zone Cop after Zonic, and one of rarest visitors to his cell. He had shot a load in him once or twice, but he usually just complained about the cheapness of everything in the cell. Shoddy, he'd called it. The other was that weird crystal guy without a mouth who had escaped during the breakout and had only recently been recaptured. Although now he looked far less chilled out than he used to be as he bored holes through Scourge's head.
"What deceit is this!? That simpering weakling cannot be Sonic the Hedgehog!"
"I assure you Mephiles, he is." Zhadow replied coolly. Scourge shuddered, even now the mentioning of his real name, unused for so long even he sometimes forgot it, could stir a deep, yet vague negative emotion from his gut.
"Well, he's a Sonic the Hedgehog, one of countless variants across the multiverse. The change in colour was caused by a mishap with a certain Master Emerald, part of a failed attempt to differ himself from all his counterparts, so much so that he gave himself a new name. But, as you can see, he's ended up as nothing more than a set of holes, and since then he's got himself another new name: Snot the Whorehog." at this, the mouthless creep somehow laughed, as sharp and cold as ice.

Zhadow opened the latch and grabbed the leash, tugging it to indicate he wanted Scourge to come out. He did so, and as he laid forward on his arms, his ass pointed upwards behind him, the ebony officer handed the leash to Mephiles before reaching in to the cage and pulling out his empty bowl. The other male looked at the dish, a confused curve to his eyebrows.
"You said he eats nothing but semen?" Zhadow nodded.
"Then how many men will it take to fill that bowl?" He asked. Zhadow smirked as he stared ever more intently at the dish.
"Oh, just one today." The incredulous look remained.
"Do you expect me to believe that there's a man here who can orgasm over and over again?" Zhadow's stare intensified, a drop of drool on his chin and an ever more noticeable tent in his uniform.
"Oh yes, there is." With that he turned and made for the door, looking back at Mephiles when he was halfway there.
"Enjoy." and with that he left the room. In a flash, Mephiles had his hand around Scourge's throat, and even with a Control Collar on, he lifted the hedgehog off the ground and pinned him to the wall.
"You may not be my Sonic the Hedgehog, but you'll do." the weirdo said, his ominous voice ringing in his ears with no clear source.

An hour later, Zhadow re-entered the sex cell, the red bowl I'm his hands, now filled with his own recipe for warm, fresh crème de la cock. He was utterly surprised to see Scourge on the floor with a black eye, bloody lip, and bruises all over, with Mephiles standing over him in the process of kicking the green hedgehog's exposed balls. He gave one final, massive swing as his foot crashed into the already bruised spheres, a pained spluttering noise coming from the gagged mouth. With that Mephiles stopped, and immediately turned to march out of the cell.
"You didn't fuck him?" the black hedgehog asked as the crystal creep passed him.
"Haven't got a dick." he answered quickly.
"For your own sake, don't go round telling people that." Once they were alone, Scourge began to slowly get back in position facing the elite officer, giving pained hisses as he did so, until finally he was once again on his knees, his upper body laid on his arms and his ass raised and exposed. Zhadow placed the bowl in front of Scourge, and gently let his boot rest on the back of his head before quickly stepping down, forcing the hedgehog's still gagged mouth into his breakfast of Zone Cop cum. He held Scourge in place for a few seconds, listening to the coughs and hacks as he tried to breath and swallow the salty jizz filling his maw. He finally lessened the force of his leg, allowing Scourge to raise his head, his face covered in Zhadow's milk, thick, gooey strings drooping back into the bowl. The ebony hedgehog's smirk could be heard in his voice.
"That's a good look for you, Snot."

The enigmatic ebony sighed as he circled his foot on Scourge's head.
"You're so wasted here, stuck in this tacky knockoff cell giving out quick cumshots to horny lowlifes. Someone so close to being fully broken in, so close to not only  accepting that you're nothing but a cocksock, but actually loving it too. I could get you there."
What the fuck is this nympho on?
Zhadow pulled forward on his foot, tilting Scourge upwards to look him in the eye.
"I'll get my chance through." The green hedgehog mumbled in confusion. Zhadow smirked.
"With Zonic away on patrol, I have the Warden's ear, and I've been such an exemplary officer recently that I've been granted a reward." Scourge cringed, disturbed by the combination of Zhadow's wide smirk and neutral eyes.
"I have, what we'll call a private facility, one that makes this dump look like child's play. And I've convinced Zobotnik to let me enrol you in it." He shivered, an uneasy feeling setting in, which wasn't helped as Zhadow's voice became deep and sensual.
"I'm going to do things to you that even after all these years will have you begging to come back to an easy life locked up in here. I'm sure Znivley will find other ways to keep tensions relieved until you get back. And when you do, I'm sure there'll be a very thorough welcome home org-" he coughed, "-party for you."

Zhadow then reached down to Scourge’s level, and scooped up a large blob of his own cum from his face on his gloved finger, staring at it like a moth does a flame.
"I'm going to break you, Snot." Snapping out of his trance, Zhadow brought the cum covered finger to Scourge's mouth, passed it through the ring and then slowly rubbed it around his taste buds.
"Get used to the taste Whorehog, from now on, you're all mine."
Scourge's cock cage was tight again.

THE END