The smuggler hammered into the lombax mercilessly, and noticed his victim had become erect from the treatment. Chuckling he reached around the front and pumped him in time with his thrusts. Tears freely flowed from Ratchet's eyes and he felt hate and disgust. Why, deep down was he enjoying this? Why in such a terrible and brutal time had he still been able to become aroused? He cursed his body for letting him enjoy this torture as he edged closer and closer to climax. He could feel the smuggler almost hit his peak as well as he moaned louder in his ear. Finally Ratchet could help himself and released in a tear-filled cry. He felt the man behind him quickly discharge and semen mixed with blood inside Ratchet's body. The smuggler rode out the orgasm for a good minute before pulling out and letting the shell of a man fall before him.
Ratchet gasped and let out the last of his sobs as he kneeled on the cold hard floor. The mixed fluids dripped from his rectum as his pride had been ripped away. He didn't dare look at Clank for he never wanted him to ever see him this broken, this helpless.
Clank was so overcome by emotions, he couldn't speak. He was usually a being of intellect and reason, but he saw no reason for this treatment. He could comprehend why anyone would do such a thing to Ratchet. As understanding was torn away from him he was only left with miss-matched emotions that he scrambled to make sense of.
The crook went to the front of Ratchet, his sensitive areas still hanging freely. He shoved himself in the direction of the lombax and let out a simple command.
"Clean it."
Slowing down his sobs Ratchet opened his mouth and began to lick and suck on the man. He didn't hesitate at all when performing this revolting ritual. He had nothing left to lose, he had no more pride, no dignity, the only thing he had left was the hope that Clank would be spared. It all balanced on him forgetting his stubborn pride and doing whatever he could to save his friend.
Clank still sat there putting together his rampant feelings. As he sat there longer one seemed to rise to the surface. One emotion he felt outweighed all the others. It blocked his guilt, his sadness, his fear. The emotion that broke through Clank was pure anger.
I've nearly finished writing this story as I'm two chapters ahead of what I'm posting. It's been super fun writing this!