He knew he was a masochist.

He loved the way the chain dragged behind him as he crawled on all fours to his “Sir.” Ass literally tethered to the floor and cock stuffed with a hollow urethral sound, Silver eagerly stretched his chain taught as the model before him kept his manhood just out of reach.

“What do you want slave?” The German Shepherd growled low as he placed his hands on his knees and bent forward sneering as he looked down at the “slave” before him. Silver would bet money that the dog would get him back for what happened to him in the bathroom. Little did he know Silver would enjoy it.

“Please Sir, let this slave service your cock.” The albino begged eyes half lidded as he arched attempting to lick the tip of the canines thick hairy shaft.

“Director Tony” might have believed that his acting skills were through the roof but the truth of the matter was Silver genuinely had accepted his role. The kinky albino was so aroused in his chains that he felt he could fuck anything.

“You want my cock? You want it?! Here, have it!” Silver openly deepthroated the canines shaft. He was supposed to be “broken” for the scene so he let his “skills” show. Gag reflex finely trained, he didn’t even sputter as the German Shepherd ruthlessly rutted against his face.

“It’s good you know your place.” Roy squeezed his neck harshly. 

“Boys, let’s prep him before he apologizes to the boss for his little stunt.” 

Silver watched in a sexually driven daze as he was dragged into position. A badger below him and the mink above, Silver was sandwiched between the two as the anal pear was unlocked and pulled out of him. The sensation of it being taken out leaving him breathless.

His entrance was stretched open and the young psychokinetic gasped as he felt not one but two cocks lining up to enter him.

One second later his mind went black.

He could hear the whorish moans that bubbled out of him against his will. He could feel the brutal thrusts that shook his form. He could taste the sweat and cumas he was whipped into submission. He could see the German Shepherd jerk his leash forward exposing his neck to be bitten. Teeth sinking into soft flesh Silver arched into the hold.

You deserve this

This is what you are.

He could smell blood as the canine let go and with two heavy grunts his ass was filled. Thrown to the ground Silver curled up slightly before a whip snapped in his direction. Uncurling , Silver looked up mouth agape.

Before him was a hedgehog that was the splitting image of Sonic. Emerald green eyes surveyed him as a scowl marred his light peach muzzle. Arms crossed, the blue hedgehog tapped his shoe impatiently acting every bit like the real Sonic. Between his legs the blue hedgehog’s length had hardened. Silver froze; the company never mentioned the use of a fake celebrity.

“Beg Sonic for forgiveness slut! Apologize!”

Snapping out of it Silver crawled forward to lick the famous replicas of the red and white sneakers before him.

This may have been awkward and a little too close to home but Silver could act upon it. The truth was, he would apologize to Sonic in such a way in a heartbeat. Even if it was fake, doing this may be a simultaneous cathartic experience and a mindfuck.

Trailing his tongue over the curve of the shoe, Silver leaned up and brushed his cheek up one of the cobalt furred legs before him.

“Please forgive this slave, Master.” the albino begged leaning in and rutting against the shoe before him.

Master? I just called this guy master...because he looks like Sonic?

What?

Silver realized he had slipped up his line and went a little too far. It seemed the model before him ignored it as he simply crouched down to grasp the chain leash on the albinos collar. A gloved hand delicately caressed his cheek and tilted his head up to look into affectionate green eyes.

This isn’t right. This is almost...loving.
Shocked into silence Silver simply watched as the model before him leaned forward and hugged him deeply. Soft lips kissed his temple and Silver tensed as the other whispered in his ear.

“I forgive you...Silver.”

Tears sprang to the albino’s eyes at the instant realization of just who had really forgiven him. Shakily, the psychokinetic wrapped his arms around the hero, cuffed wrists clinking against one another. He buried his face into the shoulder of the other ignoring the length of the speedster jabbing him below.

“Th..thank you.”

Silver sniffed as Sonic stood, gently lifting his up along with him. Eyes red Silver looked around and caught the amazed and astonished gazes of the models and crew around him.

He had been whipped, slapped, hit, and throughly fucked in every sense of the word. But this, this is what made him cry. Sensing the gazes Sonic gave a smirk with the lightest hint of a blush and loudly declared.

“Welp! He’s forgiven!” The cobalt hedgehog  lifted his right hand in the air awkwardly gesturing comedically to the camera while the left still held Silver’s leash. 

“But...” The hero held up his pointer finger- 

“This “slave” is going home with his Master.” Even though both titles were said with distaste Sonic gave a confident grin as he addressed the models around him.

“Cut, cut! CUT!” The brown weasel from before stepped into the scene shoving two models out of the way.

“What is the meaning of this! I gave you your lines! How dare you!” The weasels face was flushed red in anger as he shoved Silver out of the way ripping the leash out of Sonic’s hand.

Fury flashed in Sonic’s eyes as he watched Silver stumble backwards.

Zipping to Silver’s side in the blink of an eye, the crew collectively gasped.

“You!” The weasels eyes bulged as he pieced together just who was standing in front of him.

“I’d erase that footage if I were you.”  Sonic’s tone was low as he steadied Silver. 

“It’s illegal to use my name and image without my consent, and by law exotic models are to be tested and wear protection.”

The weasel sputtered and nodded gesturing to his crew who were shocked but followed his orders and frantically erased the footage. Stepping forward Sonic grabbed a clapperboard and dry erase marker on the set. The hero quickly scribbled a flurry of numbers on it’s opposite side and handed it to the weasel.

“Call me later. I’ll pay your crews wages for this production.” 

The weasel nodded vigorously accepting the clapperboard graciously.

“Th...Thank you.” 

“No problem.” Sonic gave a half-hearted thumbs up before turning and noticing Silver shyly look down and not meet his gaze.

The realization that Sonic had seen him be brutally fucked and seen just how kinky he was was beginning to sink in. Not only had the hero watched him but he had gotten aroused by it. He knew Sonic was gay but never thought that such brutality could arouse him.

And Silver called him “Master” and rubbed up against him. Flushing through his pale fur at the memory Silver kept his head down as Silver tightly grabbed his hand. 

“Come on.” The speedsters tone sounded drained as he led Silver off the set.

~O~

Sonic had not left him. The hero watched as Silver flushed in humiliation. The squirrel who had previously prepped him unlocked him and carefully eased the urethral sound out from his length. Silver could not stifle the yelp as it finally left him. 

The engraved tag previously on his collar was handed to the psychokinetic. Taking a quick peek at the speedster, Silver noticed the blush on his peach cheeks as he crossed his arms.  As soon as the hero met his gaze Silver looked away.
Sonic followed him to the showers and watched him bathe. An out of place seriousness shone on his features and the albino noticed that the hero’s arousal was still prominent. While the warm spray soothed his battered body and cleaned the grime and fluids out of his fur, Silver knew he would still smell like sex for a week. 
Once Silver was fully clothed the hero finally spoke. 

“Can you run?”

“I can fly.” The albino whispered, his battered body was already starting to ache. 

Sonic stepped forward grasping a pale wrist and gently but firmly pulling it toward him. Tone low and voice commanding he leveled Silver with an unyielding stare.

“Don’t fly off. Follow me.”

Mouth dry at the unexpected dominance the other naturally radiated Silver 
could only nod.

“Promise me.” Sonic demanded griping the wrist in his palm tighter.

“I promise.” Silver assured noticing how Sonic’s pupils seemed to be more dialated.

Sonic was aroused and needed release.

“Kingdom Valley. Let’s go.” 

The hero shifted into a sprinting position and was about to take off when a tell tale teal aura surrounded him.

“Sonic, we need to take care of that.” Silver motioned to Sonic’s prominence as his hands glowed.

“Sonic, I can help...”

“No” Sonic cut in just as the teal aura around him dissipated. 

Silver’s heart clenched at the implications of the instant refusal. Was he that disgusting to the hero? Was he that dirty? Even if he couldn’t go to a traditional doctor a free clinic checked him for STDs and he was miraculously clean.
The speedster was aroused by the scene earlier, yet it seemed Silver’s many partners made him filthy in the eyes of the pure world hero. 

“I’ll take care of it.” Silver nodded looking away in humiliation as the cobalt hedgehog moved behind one of the shower walls. Opting to give the other some space the albino stepped out of the bathing room and locked the door from the inside. Silver moved down the hallway from the bathing room to sit on a lone folding chair to wait wincing as his sore bottom met the seat.