Prison Island Break

Co-Written By Breech Loader and SonicFrank

Harley: More Male on Male prison rape! And what can I say but that I love you all, reviewers! Also, never, ever pity Shadow. Also… next chapter Silver gets a beating. But his rape is being saved up for a special occasion!

SonicFrank: And you're gonna love it!

Chapter Ten: Servitude

He'd waited 'til the very last minute; that small speck of time just before the guards would start getting physical about enforcing curfew before actually retreating to his cell. Tails was seriously considering auditioning for the God Squad, or even pretending to be Sonic's 'girlfriend'. Anything would be better than the alternative. He entered his shared quarters, meekly and quietly to attract as little attention as he could.

Confined to his cell for most of the day, for one little attempt at fucking a fish, Knuckles had been denied the pleasure of jumping somebody smaller than him for nearly twelve hours. He'd intended to grab Tails anyway, but knew that the kitsune wouldn't come easily. So when curfew hit, he stood quietly in the shadows to one side of the door. The moment Tails was over the threshold, the bars closing behind him and the few seconds it took for the guard to move on, he made his jump, grabbing the kitsune and pinning him to the bars, one hand clamped over his mouth, narrowed violet eyes staring into terrified blue ones.

"Shhhh..." he whispered softly, before he began to smirk.

"Mmmmff!" Tails shouted back, searching with great terror for a means to get out of his assailant's grip. He grabbed tight hold if the bars and pushed as hard as he could, but to no avail. He'd been afraid of this all day; one night of violation from the inside out wouldn't be enough for someone like Knuckles. No, he'd belittle the slender fox night after night and not grow bored until there was nothing left to break.

"Oh, please," Knuckles grinned, "Well, Prower... 'til a quarter to three... or whatever time I want... it's just you and me..." he punched the little fox very hard in the stomach, "I've been waiting for this all day." Without pausing for breath, he took his hand from Tails' mouth and smothered his cries instead with a violent kiss, caring nothing for any witnesses in the opposing cell. For him, the more witnesses he could get away with, the better. He pinned the kitsone's hands with his own.

The punch made him double over, but Knuckles didn't let him fall. The kiss enforced upon the small inmate's lips involved a tarnishing tongue that defiled his mouth with its vulgar slime. Tails was beginning to cry, tears of rage, disgust and helplessness pouring out of him. But still he tried eagerly, weakly, to pull away.

Finally Knuckles broke the kiss, and dragged him over to his own bunk, pinning him face down and sitting on his back. But he didn't start straight away; no, the prowling echidna was far too much the sadist to just get it over with quickly. Besides, he had a better idea... "You know, I'd really rather it didn't have to be this way, Prower," he said smoothly, stroking the fox's bangs, "It'd be so much easier if you didn't fight it. I mean, you're smart. You know damn well that it's all this fighting the inevitable that makes it hurt so bad..." he leant forward and licked the back of Tails' neck.

Tails shuddered, a look of putrid disgust forming on his face. Knuckles' bunk stank of his own cum and that of unfortunate former cellmates. There were spots of blood on it. Tails wanted to lash out, he wanted to vomit, he wanted to curl up and never be seen again. He wanted to die. But he was too afraid to do anything about it. "I-I know what you want... S-Storm wanted it too..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Knuckles snickered, "But that's the point. Poor Miles..." he used the fox's first name, "Always so jumpy... even with your buddy Sonic around, you're always having to watch your back. Always having to look out for the next beating. Or another status-fuck. Always fighting it, never winning, because you're so weak... it must really suck, being weak... never been weak myself, of course..."

Tails winced at Knuckles' subtle suggestion. All of this was so degrading; how could he ever live with himself after what he was considering? "Y-you're strong enough to protect me... But you don't..."

"But I could..." Knuckles was stroking Tails' fur again, "You know how it works... you give a little, you get a little," the red echidna was being horribly gentle, but he was already hardening against Tails, "Of course, sometimes I might get a little enthusiastic... because you're so goddamn pretty... but isn't that so much better than me having to beat you into it every night? I can't protect you if you don't stay close to me and for some reason..." he laughed nastily, "For some reason as soon as that door opens in the morning the first thing you do is run away from me and get yourself into deeper shit."

Is this what Miles Prower had sunk to? Willingly becoming the slave of a power-hungry faggot like the echidna who had every intention of raping him? "I hate you... But I'll do it... If you protect me..." It was surely better than living in fear every second of the day...

"There you go," Knuckles grinned, "If it makes you feel better, think of it as... a business arrangement. You do everything I tell you to, you stay real close to me, and nobody else... nobody else... gets a look in. You don't get hurt by anybody else, because I don't want that pretty face of yours messed up. You don't get taken by anybody else because you're mine. And you don't get beat up, because I don't want you too sore to do as you're told. Just as long as you're by my side."

Tails gulped in displeasure. Not only was he going to be on the receiving end of gay sex if he agreed to this 'business arrangement', but he'd have to go into it willingly. Perhaps even perform submissive erotic acts that made his stomach acids flare upon thought. But what choice did he have? It was either this, or keep being bullied... "Y-you'll protect me? Against everyone? Even Storm? And even Sh-Shadow..?" The psychotic hedgehog's name made the young kit shudder.

Knuckles' hand crept up Tails' jacket, stroking his furry chest. Shadow could beat him down, if he really wanted to. The dark hedgehog's revelry in dominance over others sometimes reminded Knuckles of his own father, though he'd never admitted it. After his father had found out that his son didn't conform to 'normal' sexual standards, he'd set to beating it out of him, and some days... some days it had been so bad, Knuckles had been convinced he was going to die. Being gay, of course, was just an excuse; his father had treated his mom pretty much the same way. Regardless, it hadn't worked...

God, he hated his father...

But at least Shadow respected the rules of ownership...

"As long as you stay close to me, yeah... even from Shadow. Nothing less for my boyfriend," he assured Tails, "But if you start running off or disobeying orders, you'll get into trouble. You know all this, Miles."

The desperate need to cover his face swept over him, but Knuckles' weight didn't allow him the chance. He was disgusted, afraid, and more pinned down than he'd ever been in his life. Both literally and figuratively. "Okay..." Tails gave in, though his stomach made him want to vomit the words. "I'll... do it... As long as I won't have to be..." he swallowed, "Afraid, anymore..."

"Well, I sure can't promise you that you won't be afraid ever again," Knuckles licked the back of his new toy's neck again, "But I can assure you that you won't need to be afraid of anybody except me..." He sat up, moving back just enough that Tails would be able to get off the bunk again, "Now get up... and strip," he ordered the kitsune.

Tails whimpered for a moment. It was a short second, but the heavy burden of shame and disgust was difficult to adjust with. He got up, sliding off the bunk ever so slowly. And with a gentle, held-back sob, began unbuttoning his jacket...

"Yeah, you keep doing that," Knuckles grinned sadistically, "And because you're being such a good little boy, I won't hafta gag you or choke you, so I guess I won't be needing this..." he started unbuttoning his own jacket.

Tails looked away from him in a flinch of disgust. He tried to maintain whatever speck of pride he may have had left by not looking at his oppressor; avoiding submissive eye-contact. Once his jacket was unbuttoned, he let it fall, leaving just his t-shirt, trousers and shoes.

Knuckles was doing the same, "And the rest, Miles, darling," he told him, rolling onto his side and watching intently, "I want to see it all this time."

Tails nodded, though it was more a shudder of his head. He grabbed the base of his shirt, and hesitated before pulling it off himself. Knuckles was watching him like the sick pervert that he was, and the kitsune wished to gouge the echidna's eyes out in fury. This was so humiliating. Standing shirtless, soft and with very little muscle tone, he kicked his shoes off and brought his shaking fingers to his trousers...

"Now was that so tough?" Knuckles had a smirk as wide as his face, "You being so soft and fluffy... I don't know why you're so scared 'a hiding it from me. Now the first time's always a little awkward... but don't stop now. Not when we're just starting to have fun..." He started to ease down his trousers and even with his underpants on Tails could see his hard-on. All things considered, Knuckles felt he was being remarkably patient with Tails.

In a sudden burst of desire to get the worst over with, Tails dropped both his trousers and underwear at the same time. Stepping out of them and standing up with a shamed expression on his tender face. He was flaccid, limp; almost shrivelled...

"Shame about that..." Knuckles said, looking at the cock, "But you'll be enjoying yourself soon enough... you did pick up a couple of packets of that syrup like I told you to?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, produced his own from the drawer, "Lube up," he ordered, opening the first of his own packets and starting to use it on himself.

Tails cursed under his breath, nearly stomping the ground as he picked his pants up to dig in the pockets. He'd taken several packets, but felt he would only need one. The rest should be saved for other occasions... Tearing one open with his teeth, he squeezed some of the sticky fluid onto his finger, and with a shameful expression, fingered himself to spread it around. "Just... Don't make it hurt too bad, okay? Please?" he asked, practically choking on his words.

"You do as you're told right, and it won't hardly hurt at all," Knuckles was on his second packet, doing it all very skilfully, as if he'd done it a hundred times before. If he needed more, he could always bully it out of the kitchen staff, "Blood and shit make for lousy lubes, Miles, as I'm sure a sweet little thing like you knows..."

Tails nodded, and the overbearing need to get this over with was rattling within him. He wished he didn't have to... "Sh-should I... bend over my bed? So it's soft...?"

"You get to lie face down on my bed, darling," Knuckles told him, "And you can yell all you like, too, because you'll be enjoying yourself so much, I'll bet... Now, come over here. Don't waste time, or that syrup lube'll dry up and you don't want that, do you?" he narrowed his eyes, and Tails knew that even if it was dry when he got there, Knuckles would fuck him anyway.

His impulse was to shake his head, but he withheld it with great distaste. His finger was covered with evidence; he couldn't even claim rape if he wanted now. Walking hesitantly up to the echidna, he bent over his bunk, and swung his legs over it one at a time to lie on his stomach. This was the first time Tails was going into this willingly. He already never wanted to do it again.

"There's a good kid, eh? We're gonna have us a great time, in this little room, or wherever, whenever I say so," Knuckles looked down at Tails piercingly, "Aren't we?" he asked, his voice a growl as he moved one large hand all the way down to Tails' cock and balls.

"Y-yes..." Tails whimpered out, on the verge of crying. He felt so emasculated, so feminine. So much like a helpless little girl; a bitch. Somehow, his response didn't seem concluded, and when Knuckles gave him the extra second to finish, Tails said something he immediately regretted. "Daddy..." His eyes grew wide. Why had he said that? It was impulse, second-nature, a runaway thought that had somehow escaped. Maybe downloading all that porn wasn't such a good idea after all...

"That's right, I'm your daddy, and I'm in charge here," the words made Knuckles feel infinitely better, he grinned, and lifted up Tails' tails, before he started to push his hard cock into the hole there. He wasn't yet started enough to forget about what else he wanted from Tails, and started to rub at the kitsune's privates, his teeth gritted.

Tails cringed, shutting his eyes so tightly that the tears could barely soak their way out. The act was so nasty, he felt his body being ravaged and tarnished, like he was no longer safe in it. And to his horror, Knuckles's advances had his own shaft hardening as well. He didn't moan, didn't grunt, didn't scream. He just gasped at the painful intrusion.

"Holding it in, huh?" Knuckles grinned, and gave a low moan as he pushed his way in deeper, "You make all the noise you like, Miles... just don't be stupid and yell for help..." he groaned again, "'cause I'm the only one helping out now..."

It wasn't a moan, or a scream or a grunt or even a cry, but Tails let out a deep-rooted squeal of pain, grabbing the bedsheets tightly as he felt Knuckles split his body to get inside him. There was a damp spot on the mattress where the kit's face was, wet from the tears that streamed down his face and fell off his nose and chin.

Knuckles chose to ignore this. Now he was all the way in, and he started to thrust, leaning forward so that Tails could hear every obnoxious pant and grunt that he made, not thrusting as deeply as the previous night, thank God for small mercies, but moving fast, his hand hot against Tails' crotch even through the padded gloves, his body starting to sweat.

Tails could feel Knuckles' musky breath, and murky sweat and even his dingy saliva falling onto him and sinking into the skin beneath his fur. He was being used as a worthless sex object, for a man, and had allowed himself into it willingly. He dug his head into the mattress while Knuckles humped him, terrified and alone. His sobs grew louder.

"Nnnngh... sad, huh?" Knuckles grunted out, still moving, "C'mon, be happy for daddy..." He didn't wait to let Tails try to even fake happiness, but leant in, hips still moving as his own cock was just about ready to come, and turned Tails to face him, pressing another hard and passionate kiss on him, pushing his tongue in once more.

Tails choked; Knuckles could feel it. He was so disgusted that he gagged on impulse. He wanted to shout, scream, demand that Knuckles either finish up or pull out of him already; this was insulting in the deepest of ways! But he didn't. He lay there, and let the echidna do as he wished. He neither kissed back, or tried to fight the kiss away...

Finally, Knuckles came inside him. But he wasn't pulling out yet. Oh no. This was his new toy, and toys were made to be played with. He broke the kiss, but held Tails' face firmly in place, "Look at me," he growled at the kitsune softly. Then, moving his own body much more slowly than before, he began to rub at Tails' privates, slowly and gently.

Tails didn't want to look; he complied by opening one eye while he cringed to turn away. What was this monstrous faggot doing? Why was he jerking Tails off? Wasn't this all about his own selfish pleasure to begin with? Was it not satisfying enough to know that his sperm now swam inside the young fox's body, staining and marking every inner morsel of flesh that they touched? "Wh-what are you-?" Miles asked, thought the words were so choked he may as well have not tried.

"We're both going to enjoy this, darling," Knuckles told him, still breathing hard, still moving in him, though much less painfully since he'd cum, and was going at it more slowly and more shallow, "Your porn may not be my style, but one way or another we are both going to enjoy this, just like I said we would. You won't have any reason to complain, Miles." His hand was still rubbing, and from the look in his eyes, Tails knew that Knuckles was enjoying this.

"Please stop..." the fox finally begged, clearly repulsed by what was being done to him. Sure, he was hard, but only due to the rubbing. There was absolutely nothing arousing about this encounter at all. Not for him, anyway. He shut his eyes tight, and tried to picture something else, anything else, so that he could cum and get this over with...

"I told you to look at me," Knuckles growled at Tails, rubbing harder at him, "Don't make me tell you again..."

Yelping at the sudden rigidness of the echidna's hold on his delicate shaft, Tails looked up at him with great fear. Though there was such disgust in his eyes that Knuckles thought he might vomit on the spot. Tails finally came; it was a very weak orgasm, but it was something. And he immediately felt horrid afterwards.

"That's better," Knuckles frowned, "Although you could use some improving..." And with that, he smeared a gloveful of Tails' cum on the fox's furry chest, "We'll work on that..." he told him, "Now do you know what happens next tonight?" he asked, pulling out and wiping his own cock clean on Tails.

The kid was already revolted; he was feeling nauseated and it showed. "No..." he replied, gagging.

"We cuddle up together... like this..." Knuckles grinned, rolling Tails so that his back was to Knuckles' front, and wrapped his arms around the kitsune possessively, "Because you belong to me. Say it, Miles," he breathed in Tails' ear, "You belong to me..."

The words came out without hesitation, though they were dry enough to peel dry paint. "I belong to you..." The urge to fall asleep had long left the violated fox long ago. He just laid there on his side, eyes dull as spattered as his pride. He didn't hold Knuckles, but he felt the echidna's body heat surrounding him. He couldn't die soon enough.

Knuckles pulled the sheet over the two of them, "There's a good boy... and tomorrow, I start upholding my part of the bargain..."

"Why the hell does Shadow need to be such a... bastard?" Silver asked Nack. He'd had the whole day to calm down, but he still felt shaky about what had nearly happened in the shower.

"Well..." Nack looked thoughtful, "Could have to do how you haven't apologised to him yet. Or it could be because it's coming up to visitor's day. Shadow always gets extra edgy around visitors days. Like gals have PMS. You can set your watch by it. Come to think of it, he's usually much worse 'n he was today."

Silver shuddered at the idea of Shadow managing to be worse than he'd been today, "Why visitors days?" he asked, and then sneered a bit, "Let me guess... Shadow doesn't get any visitors."

"You haven't been here long, Preacher," Nack told him, "So maybe you don't get what it's like to not have visitors. You're locked up in hell for the rest of your life... and nobody outside cares. Nobody gives a shit whether you're alive or dead. My sister Nick, she writes me from the Women's Correctional Institute in Westopolis, and I write her. Some of the bastards have lawyers, some of 'em have pen-pals who do it for projects. Christ, even that fag Knuckles gets his mom dropping in every once in a while, and it's a good day for everybody when she does. But Shadow? Word is he's never had a visitor, or even a letter. Ever."

"I'm not surprised," Silver muttered.

"Oh, that's low," Nack warned him, "That's a real low blow, Preacher. Even you should get that's the reason Shadow's so goddamn obsessed with his rep on the inside; 'cause he doesn't have nothin' on the outside."

Silver thought about it. It did sound kind of sad, in a way, "Didn't mean he needed to try and have me raped in the showers," he muttered.

"You just mind you don't make fun of it," Nack told him, "Last time somebody pulled that, it wasn't just Shadow what got him for it; a bunch of guys without pen-pals banded up and fucked him for it later, and Shadow didn't even need to tell them to."

Harley: Well? How are we doing? Painful and wretched enough for you? In time, everybody gets what's coming to them. And Nick exists in this universe that uses practically every Sonic character there is.