A slow, steady drip of water quietly broke the silence inside a prison cell.
The pale glow of the moon illuminated a third of the room, leaving the rest, and its sole occupant, shrouded in darkness.
Said prisoner was not asleep. No, he was wide awake, waiting for his fellow rebels to bust him out.
His name was Manic, a green spiky haired hedgehog part of a rebellion against another black and red striped hedgehog; a warlord named Shadow.

Earlier in the day he and his companions had tried, unsuccessfully, to steal some gold from a caravan on its way to the palace. 
In theory it wasn't a bad plan per se, after all once it got beyond the palace gates there was no way in hell they could get to it then.
Unfortunately for them, they well underestimated the amount of protection the caravan would half. 
Most of his friends were killed, while he himself was spared, though he did not understand why.
And so here he was now, inside a damp, dark cell, the stone tiles and steel bars icy to the touch.

Manic just stared off into the distance, wondering when he'd be rescued, when a few taps on his cell snapped him out of it.
He turned his head to the source of the noise, and was surprised to see Shadow standing there.
"Well, Hello beautiful..." He smirked with an air of malevolence.
Manic said nothing and simply folded his arms, his ears flattening against his skull.
"Not gonna say anything? Beg for mercy at least?" Shadow sneered, that grin of his growing wider.
Still, Manic remained silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
Tension filled the air as both men said nothing, only staring at each other, one with hate, the other with lust.
"Bit surprised really, all of the other rebels begged for me to spare them from having a date with...well..." He trailed off, pointing a finger towards the window.
His curiosity getting the better of him, Manic slowly made his way towards the barred window. Instantly he saw what Shadow was talking about, and he felt like liquid ice filled his veins. At the center of the town, unmistakable in the evening light, was a guillotine.
Prying his eyes off the macabre contraption, he turned back to Shadow, his face now pale and dripping in cold sweat.
Shadow let out a quiet, yet chilling laugh. That was the look he wanted to see.
"I had planned on making a real example out of you by torturing you, but maybe we can make some sort of arrangement. Not to spare your life, no, you're not getting off trying to steal from me. But maybe I can make it...pleasant for you instead..." Shadow teased.
Manic couldn't speak at first, opening his mouth but unable to form words. Finally, he found his voice and incredulously asked "H-How the hell can any execution be pleasant?!"
"Well...you can take your clothes off, come over, and find out...or we can just go with the original plan where I torture you, then kill you." Shadow purred, licking his lips.
"Talk about blood lust. This guy is crazy!" Manic thought to himself.
Still, between sex and torture he'd take sex easily.
Shaking some, He began to strip in front of his captor, who's purrs were getting louder by the second. The shirt came off first, revealing a skinny yet still well toned upper body. Next came the bottoms, their removal revealing a set of gorgeous legs and delicious hips.
The warlord said nothing as he crooked a finger, beckoning the rebel prisoner to come over.
Manic did as he was told. 
"Turn around, and lean back against the cell." Shadow ordered.
He did that as well, the steel feeling like ice against his exposed skin.
He flinched when Shadow reached through the bars and began caressing his body. "Beautiful..." He whispered. Slowly gliding his hands up and down that delicate body of his, he purred as he explored every inch of the man.
Manic shivered and moaned in delight as the warlord teased his nipples, feeling himself quickly becoming aroused. Shadow licked and nipped at his prisoner's neck, loving how he tasted.
Before things got too heated, the pair were interrupted by a guard. "Ah...Ahem! Pardon me sir-" He began apologetically before being angrily cut off by Shadow "WHAT IS IT?!" He yelled. Things were just getting good and this idiot had to ruin the moment. "F-forgive me, sir! It's just that we've captured more rebels trying to break into the palace itself!" He spoke quickly, knowing that if he didn't give a good reason for the interruption quick enough he'd dearly regret it.
Shadow's eyes widened in a bit of surprise. "They're getting bolder now aren't they?" Grinning, he turned back to Manic and whispered "Looks like your little rescue party just got caught...". Manic's heart sank, knowing that his only chance to be saved was most likely gone now.
Turning back to the guard, Shadow cleared his throat and said "Tie them up and leave them to me, I'll deal with them personally."
"Yes sir!" The guard said at once, bowing before excusing himself.
Shadow released his grip on Manic, eyeing him "You kept, your end of the bargain, now I'll keep mine. I'll let you have a little taste of heaven before sending you to hell tomorrow cutie." He said tauntingly.
After Shadow had left to deal with his friends, Manic quickly put his clothing back on and laid down on the wooden cot, though he would get no sleep, at least not until Madam Guillotine sent him off to an eternal slumber.

Dawn seemed to come quickly, the sun casting an orange glow into the cell.
Manic waited for Shadow to come collect him and deliver him to his demise.
He didn't have to wait long, the cell door opened and two guards accompanied the warlord, one of which was holding some metal shackles in his hand. But that wasn't what caught Manic's attention. Rather it was the warlord himself, wearing absolutely nothing, his cock and balls on full display. Manic felt his face grow hot, and he was certain he was blushing. Shadow chuckled at the rebel's reaction. The other two guards said nothing, the one with the shackles merely cuffed Manic's hands behind his back.
The four of them then made their way out of the dungeon, the two guards maintaining a firm grip on Manic as they exited the palace. Coming to a horse drawn carriage, no doubt belonging to Shadow, one of the guards opening the carriage door while the other maintained his grip on the prisoner.
Shadow stepped into the carriage first, giving Manic a good look at his ass as he did. Manic then was guided into the carriage as well, followed by both guards, forced to sit between them while Shadow sat across from them.
The sound of the driver cracking his whip made Manic jump. The carriage began to move and they were off, heading towards the place where Manic would meet his maker.
Shadow sat back, relaxed, and spread his legs, giving Manic a very good look at the thick meat between his legs. He couldn't look away, so hypnotized by that impressive specimen. He even began to salivate a little, wondering how it would taste. Before he knew it however, the carriage stopped, and the reality of his dire situation returned with a vengeance.

The carriage door opened, and they were all greeted by not just guards, but townsfolk who had came to witness a public execution. The jeers and taunts of the crowd was deafening. Shadow exited first, followed by the first guard, then Manic, then the second guard. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, then nearly fainted when he saw the guillotine, its massive blade giving off a bright gleam.
Manic made no effort to try and escape, he knew it'd be impossible, and if he tried he'd most likely be tortured then killed.
"I'll take it from here." The warlord told his guards. "This little cutie isn't gonna go anywhere, are you?" He cooed.
Manic shook his head, not wanting to speak lest he made himself sick.
Shadow gently grabbed him by the arm and guided him to the stage.
Ordinarily the townsfolk would be throwing things at the prisoner, like they do at every other public execution, but none of them wanted to risk accidentally hitting the warlord himself, so they resigned themselves to taunts and jeers.
Ascending the steps, the two men stopped in front of the guillotine. Manic closed his eyes and waited for Shadow to get this over with when he felt him grab both his shirt and pants with one hand and ripped them clean from his body. The crowd grew even more rowdy and Manic felt himself turn red again. The horror of the situation made him forget all about this part.

Just like back in the cell, Shadow again slowly caressed his body, ignoring the yelling of the crowd as he nipped and lick at his neck. Those hands of his once again explored every delicious inch of his prisoner. Teasing nipples, gently squeezing testicles, feeling the fine curves of Manic's rump.
Manic panted, leaning his head back and opened his mouth, letting his tongue hang out as he moaned in pleasure. His cock firmed up quickly from all the attention he was receiving. Strangely enough the fact that hundreds of strangers were watching his nude form being violated by Shadow didn't seem to bother him. If anything it only made him feel hotter!
"Alright, that's enough teasing, let's get this show on the road!" Shadow growled. Manic felt himself get bent over and onto the guillotine, getting a good look at the lunette before he was locked underneath the massive blade.
Still aroused, the rebel's cock twitched in anticipation as his backside was exposed, giving the warlord easy access to do whatever he pleased to him.
Opening his eyes, he found himself face to face with Shadow's meaty cock, hard as steel and dripping with pre.
"I don't think I need to tell you what to do next." Shadow said, smirking.
Manic shook his head no in response and opened his mouth wide, waiting for his executioner to stuff his maw.
Wasting no time, the warlord shoved his cock deep into his victim's mouth, not at all being gentle about it.
Manic's eyes grew wide as his throat was completely filled, cutting off his air, looking up to see Shadow leaning his head back, eyes closed and tongue hanging out in bliss as his cock was engulfed in a warm, wet mouth.
Unexpectedly Shadow began thrusting hard and fast, ravage that tight throat, not at all giving a damn about Manic's well being.
"HH-HNNN-GGGEHHK!!! M-MMPHHGGKKK!!! "U-URRRLLLGGKKK!!!" The rebel's heart raced and his cock throbbed as Shadow abused that throat of his. Sweat began to form on his face as he began to run out of oxygen. The crowd was going wild as Shadow kept it up, the hard, fast thrusting making the guillotine rock a bit.
"Uuggghhh! H-Ha, I knew what kind of guy you were the moment I laid eyes on you lad, you just love rock hard cocks!"
"HNNN! HNNN! HHHHNNNMPHHHH!!!" Manic's lungs felt as though they were on fire now, and his vision started to blur. He kicked his legs in a futile attempt to get away from that massive cock and get some air into his lungs.
Finally, he couldn't take anymore. His eyes rolled up into his head as oxygen deprivation took its toll and sapped the last of his strength.
Shadow looked down in time in the middle of his euphoria to notice his prisoner starting to pass out. He pulled his now slick and wet cock out of Manic's mouth, partly to let him breathe, but mostly because he didn't want to cum just yet.
Gasping and panting as his lungs gratefully took in all the air they could hold, Manic looked up at his executioner with a look of pure hate.
"Y-you...you...YOU SADISTIC FUCK!" Manic screamed. The outburst did not bother Shadow. On the contrary, it amused him.
Grinning evilly, he walked back behind the guillotine and grabbed the lad's hips, ready to pound that rebel's fine ass. His cock gleamed with Manic's saliva, it wasn't lube but it'll have to do.
"And now, for the grand finale, hope you like anal cutie." Shadow purred, all to eager to give him one last good fuck before the end.
Manic closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he waited for Shadow to penetrate him.
Just like before when he forced the rebel to give him oral, he was not at all gentle when he shoved his cock into his ass.
Manic let out a scream, half out of pain, half out of joy, as that cock rammed its way in, striking his prostate. He wasn't a virgin, and the saliva provided some lubrication, but it still stung quite a bit.
Rolling his hips hard and fast, Shadow leaned down and nibbled the back of Manic's neck as one hand stroked his cock and the other teased a nipple.
The pain quickly subsided and now Manic felt nothing but bliss as the male behind him made him his bitch. He let his tongue hang out of his mouth and panted hard, his mind numb with pleasure. The pressure in his testicles built up quickly and they tightened, ready to blow their load.
The guillotine rocked violently from Shadow's thrusts, but the device was well built and the blade would not drop until he wanted it to.
Looking over to the crowd, he laughed as he saw just how into the show some of the members of it were, a few men and women now having removed their bottoms and began to masturbate. One couple was having sex, the woman choked her man with a belt while he fucked her missionary style atop the wagon that would take Manic's body to its final resting place.
The crowd grew even more restless when Shadow reached up to the release lever. He slowly stroked it as though he were giving some stud a hand job.
He waited, trying his best not to cum, wanting to make the prisoner cum first before ending his life. He wanted to fill Manic with his seed as his corpse spasmed in its final death throes.
The wait wasn't long, Manic tensed and yelled in unrestrained ecstasy as he came hard, leaving a nice puddle of cum on the stage floor.
Not slowing down his thrusts, Shadow finally pulled the lever, releasing the blade just as he felt close to bursting.
"OH FUCK! FUCK! FU-!" Were the rebel's last words as the guillotine gave him a cold, fatal kiss. It sliced easily through bone and tissue, his head dropping into the basket with a soft thud that was drowned out by a much louder crash as the guillotine completed its path. The last thing he heard was his executioner's delighted moan, then, finally, darkness swallowed him.
Gripping the spasming body beneath him tightly, Shadow pushed as hard and as deep as his could as he came hot and hard into his victim. Manic's headless corpse thrashed about violently, his cock unleashing another torrent of cum as his legs kicked hard. those clawed toes of his leaving marks into the stage floor.
Among the crowd, many of those who were playing with themselves also cried out in a collective moan, leaving several puddles of cum that would have to be cleaned up by the guards afterwards. The couple who were engaging in erotic asphyxiation also got off as well, the man having collapsed into a limp heap onto his wife, exhausted but still alive.
After resting for several minutes, Shadow finally withdrew himself from Manic's now lifeless body. A sadistic grin formed on his face as he admired the rebel's decapitated body, now leaking cum from his anus. He turned and bowed to the crowd, who were all cheering loudly now, saying nothing as he made his way back to the carriage. The guards would dispose of the body and clean up the mess, making sure it was ready for the next execution. And man oh man, was he looking forward to it.