The smuggler pulled his organ out of his pants as he stood close to the small lombax. He tilted Ratchet's head up and proudly showed himself to him. His eyes were defocused and not paying attention to the cock in his face.
"Suck it." The smuggler said simply.
Ratchet gulped dryly, still not focusing on the doom before him.
"I don't have all day." His captor hissed, pushing himself closer.
He finally looked at the shaft before him. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The smuggler immediately forced himself to the back of Ratchet's throat causing him to gag. He began to moan shamelessly as he picked up a rhythm in the smaller one's mouth. Ratchet tried to keep his teeth out of the way remembering the threat from earlier, but it was incredibly hard when he was gagging and choking constantly. The lombax tried to pull back as the feeling of nausea became more predominant. The sex crazed man took notice and grabbed the back of Ratchet's head forcing him into his thrusts. He kept going and going, increasing in pace, just when Ratchet felt he couldn't take it anymore a bitter taste began to fill his mouth.
The smuggler released one last cry as he pulled out sending cum flying over Ratchet's face and body. He stepped back and admired his work as the lombax began to shake. The other man's fluids on his body, in his mouth, trickling down his throat, it all became too much. The victimised lombax began dry-heaving, his body trembling from the over exertion. His insides burned as the near empty contents of his stomach spilled to the floor.
They stood there in quietly. One standing, watching, slowly panting from a past orgasm, the other bare, chained to the ceiling, gasping and staring at the once insides of his stomach. Ratchet stared at the floor, not a single thought in his head, his mind as naked as his body. He didn't even notice the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Once the panting and gasping had died down to a thick silence the crook casually walked over and stood before Ratchet. He raised his head and finally looked into the cold eyes of the man who'd forced him to do his deeds. He knew, from the look in those eyes that the smuggler had more in store for him
Hate to say it, but this is probably the longest thing I've ever written and it ain't over yet! Hang in there