Ratchet awoke dazed and confused. Ugh, had fallen asleep while working again. He went to stretch, but he couldn't move his limbs. His eyes snapped open and found himself in a dimly lit room. The lombax's arms were stretched above his head and his overalls were gone. He sat kneeling in the undistinguishable room in only his flight cap, t-shirt, and boxers.
"Look who's finally awake." The smuggler chuckled stepping into the light. Ratchet growled and pulled at the chains secured to his wrists. He noticed he didn't have his parrot with him and Ratchet exhaled slightly, at least that creepy little pet was out of the way.
"What do you want from me?" Ratchet asked ferociously he attempted to stand, but found more chains around his ankles limiting his movement.
The alien in front of him laughed and brought his face up close to Ratchet's. "Getting every bolt worth out of you."
The smuggler locked his lips with Ratchet and the lombax's eyes widened in horror. The other man's tongue forced its way into his own mouth. Ratchet bit down on the smuggler's muscle, and the taste of blood filled his mouth. He barely flinched and finished kissing his captive before pulling away, turning his head and spitting out blood.
"Feisty little one aren't you?" And without any warning he slapped Ratchet across the face.
"Don't think about trying that again, or I'll rip out every last one of your teeth." The smuggler said gruff and serious. Ratchet felt sick; another person's blood in his mouth, the threat lingering over his head. If things continued like this... Ratchet shuddered at the thought, God help him.
"That shut you up," He laughed stroking Ratchet's bright fur. "Too bad you ain't a woman, would've made things nicer." The smuggler's hands traveled around the lombax's body, over his face, down his arms up his shirt. Adrenaline pumped through Ratchet as he wanted to punch the man square in the face. His hands lingered around Ratchet's boxers, and he enjoyed the fearful face on his victim. He rubbed his thighs and slowly started reaching up his pant leg.
"Stop." Ratchet growled between clenched teeth.
"Come now, you can't say you're not enjoying yourself, just look at the bulge in your underwear." His captor cooed
He had started to become erect, but his body was betraying him. He'd probably have a more enjoyable time fighting a swamp monster without any weapons. He finally slipped Ratchet's boxers down past his unwilling legs and softly stroked him.
"S-stop." He tried stifling a gasp, and the smuggler's grin widened. This was horrible! Why was this sick creature doing this to him? Ratchet tried to let his mind wander to anything other than the man rubbing his penis. His thoughts went to Cronk, Zephyr, Talwyn, Clank, and even Quark. What would they do if they found about this? Would he even see them again? What did this sick bastard have in store for him?
I like to leave my chapters off with cliffhangers, makes it more fun! Hope you enjoy.