He is My Master

3: Getting Up And Regretting It

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Sonic woke up and blinked when a ray of sun shone onto his face, his nose twitching.

He yawned, sleepily wondering what day it was. On Sundays, Tails often made pancakes for breakfast. Sonic also fervently hoped it wasn't Monday which would mean no pancakes but instead a little fox patiently holding out a shopping list for him. Sonic rolled over to grab his alarm clock to check today's date.

Which was when he found he couldn't. Confused, wondering why his arms above his head wouldn't move, he twisted a bit and tried to prop himself up on his elbows.

And it was at that point that he noticed he was chained to the posts of the bed. Spreadeagled.

Recollection of the previous day is an ugly thing after a hangover, and for Sonic, it was even worse. His eyes widened as he took in his surroundings at once, memories of their crazed trip flooding his brain. Black Doom. Somebody whipping him. Trapped in a medieval freak show. By now, Sonic was also aware of the collar around his neck again, an alien thing he still didn't like. And now he was also manacled. Where the hell was Shadow?

Somehow, this question popped up more and more often.

Suddenly, panic flooded him. Had the black hedgehog found the Emerald and gone back without him? Was he really so low to leave Sonic chained for real? Before, the leash had been annoying but no threat, yet the cuffs around his wrists weren't leather, but metal...

Sonic kicked the blanket off his body and noted with relief that at least his legs were free.

"Shadow! Dammit!" he barked, hoping to draw the black hedgehog from hiding, but nobody came. Sonic continued lying upon the bed, feeling like an idiot or perverse sex toy, when somebody knocked at the door.

"My Prince? I'm bringing the breakfast."

"That faker of a Prince isn't here right now! But now that you mention it, I am kinda hungry..." Sonic called, anger in his voice being replaced by sudden interest during the last part.

The door opened, revealing...

"Jet?!" Sonic asked, incredulous. The green hawk Sonic had raced only a year ago at the Extreme Gear Tournament stepped through the door, but there were some subtle changes. His expression was the exact same of sneering contempt, yet his gloves, shoes and goggles were gone, replaced by much more simple brown leather counterparts, which fit the scenery better.

"Jet! Let me up!" Sonic called, straining against his bonds, hoping that maybe this version of the bird would be at least as semi-friendly as he had been when their ways had parted the last time.

Jet set the tablet of food he was carrying down. And Sonic knew at once from the expression on his face that it was completely hopeless.

"Now why would I?" the hawk asked, smirking as he gazed at Sonic like a connoisseur would eye a fine wine. "It is a position absolutely fitting for a bed slave. Yet I would have thought that the Prince had taught you enough obedience that he wouldn't have to chain you up to ravage you."

Tan cheeks flushed at the not-really-subtle implication in that statement, but, being Sonic, he didn't stay flustered for long.

"Yeah, well, maybe, but Shadow isn't here right now, so I want off!"

Jet whisked the riding crop Sonic had already learned to hate from the writing desk in an instant, his humour gone.

"How dare you speak your Master's name?! On top of that, how dare you speak at all! I should whip you twenty times for this!" he snarled, crop raised warningly.