Warnings: Non-con, oral
Jack didn't have much time to brood after Shockwave's unpleasant revelation, as he stiffened up when Megatron came back in, smirking down at him. Jack winced as part of the bindings were tugged, forcing Jack to stand. When he was on wobbly and aching legs- Jack noticed what Megatron was holding. A newly filled inseminator. "W-what are you doing?"
Megatron narrowed his optics, his smirk widening. "It's time for another donation, and I could hardly let us sully my berth so soon."
Jack's optics widened, and found himself pressing back against the wall as Megatron stepped over the rail. It was cramped when sitting down, but there was an unsettling amount of space now that they were standing. Here-now? "N-no, I-I'm tired."
Megatron traced along the rope, his digits soon running lightly along Jack's side. "Perhaps now you'll rethink your stubborn refusal to refuel."
Jack glared at him, a snarl on his lips-but he looked beyond him to where the camera feed was. Jack's tank churned with disgust. "Alright, I'll eat."
Megatron's smirk widened, his digits ghosting up to cup Jack's chin. "Was that so hard, my dear?" Jack scowled at him, but said nothing. Megatron likely knew it too, as he grinned at him and slid his index digit to Jack's mouth. "Now, open up."
Jack's lips pressed tight together, humiliation burning in him as he relented. His lips parted, and he nearly gagged on instinct before he remembered he didn't have that anymore. It didn't make feeling the sudden intrusion of two digits in his mouth any more bearable though. Because they were both cleaned hours-was it hours?-earlier, Jack could taste the solvent still on the digits, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
The silver mech opened his panel, and attached the inseminator to its raised edge, the metal ring whirling into place once again. Jack noticed that already the edges of Megatron's optics were turning white, and it made Jack's tank churn. Thinking Megatron was doing this just for a sparkling, to humiliate him was one thing.
But-but to even think the tyrant could ever find pleasure in such 'primitive' mating…Jack didn't even want to think about it.
Closing his optics, Jack resisted biting down as he forced his glossa to slide over the digits, playing along to tease them as the tips scraped along the roof of his mouth. They both knew there was no point in this, no point except for Megatron to further establish the control he had over him. It made Jack's insides burn with fury, but for Ratchet's sake he couldn't act on it.
And when the digits were pulled out, Jack didn't relax as he knew what was coming next. Megatron narrowed his optics at him, and Jack gritted his denta as he made his panel retract. "There's no room in here." Jack tried, even if it were hopeless, to get out of this.
Megatron's other arm laid across his chest, gripping Jack's shoulder as he pushed him into the wall. The silver mech leaned in closer, with Jack trying to lean back. It left him incredibly uncomfortable as Megatron's forehead rested against his. "There's enough room for me to bend you over the rail and take you like the animal you are, if you'd prefer." He said, his voice low and menacing.
Jack's jaw clenched, his optics narrowing. I hate you, it felt like a mantra by this point, a self-assurance despite how little it worked. "If that's how you want me."
Megatron gave him a long, scrutinizing glare, one made even more uncomfortable with how close they were. Cold digits grasped Jack's nub, and he sucked in a sharp breath as the silver mech smirked. "No, I dare say I rather enjoy seeing how much you fight wanting my touch."
Jack bared his denta in a snarl. You-his optics squeezed shut as the thumb pressed down on the nub. He clenched his fists, still awkwardly bound and resting over his stomach, creating just the most miniscule barrier to prevent Megatron from pressing his full weight against him. Jack groaned as a digit moved from his nub, to lightly prod the slit. He gasped as his hips jerked involuntarily, valve clenching on nothing.
The white in Megatron's optics grew as he dragged the servo pushing Jack's chest down to his hip, the other servo grabbing his other hip-and the rest of him followed. Jack's optics widened in shock as the other mech knelt between his legs, tilting Jack's hips for-for better access.
Jack's tank churned, horror, disgust, and confusion in his voice. "What-what are you doing?" Megatron couldn't possibly be about to-to-
"Make no mistake, your body disgusts me. I need it to be completely open to reception." The tyrant growled, but the white in his optics grew.
Jack shook his head. This was too intimate, too personal. "Don-oooohhh." His plea turned into a moan as lips covered his anterior node. His faceplate flushed blue, gritting his denta as the lips rolled the node between them and a rough glossa slid over it.
He felt Megatron's smirk against him, and Jack squeezed his optics shut as his fists clenched. The palm of his servo shot out and gripped Megatron's helm when he felt the mech's sharp denta brush against the node. Jack glared down at him, but he returned it as things went still. Reluctantly, Jack pulled his servo away and squeezed his optics shut once more as the mech's glossa went back to licking the poor, abused nub.
It hardened, and Jack's valve began to slicken.
Megatron grabbed one of Jack's thighs, and shifted it over his shoulder. Jack grunted as his body was forced to move to accommodate the weight distribution. The other servo shifted to hold Jack's aft, causing him to wince as the digits gripped him at a seam, digging into wiring.
"Ah!" Jack arched in surprise as the free servo went to his valve, and slipped one digit into the folds. The walls clenched around it, feeling the tip brush against his mesh lining as lubricant began to leak. He moaned as another digit slipped in, and his thighs quivered as the digits wriggled, pushing even deeper into him as they brushed against sensitive inner nodes.
The silver mech licked the anterior node one more time before he let go with a sharp grin. His optics burned brighter as he met Jack's optics. "You should see yourself, falling apart at the seams from a little stimulation."
Jack narrowed his optics. "Bastard." He muttered. Megatron smirked, and Jack gasped as the two digits parted the folds. The silver mech leaned in again, and Jack's optics rolled back as the glossa smoothly slid in, the rough texture creating a disgustingly pleasurable friction against the mesh.
Tension pooled in Jack's lower abdomen, and a whimper escaped him as the glossa brushed against the nodes inside the valve, overly stimulated by the digits messaging the folds. Jack's face flushed an even deeper blue, his hips shifting as the glossa curled against the walls.
Jack gasped, sucking in a deep breath as his body felt overly heated, every part of him wanting to pull away, but horrified to find he also didn't want to. He gritted his denta, his fists clenching.
And then Megatron slid his glossa through the folds, and wrapped his lips back around the nub-and revved his engine. The vibrations sent a shock of pleasure through Jack, and he screamed as his overload crashed into him abruptly. It was almost painful with how hot his body felt.
When it was over, Jack groaned dazed as he was vaguely aware of his leg being slid back to the floor. Through dim optics, he found Megatron standing in front of him once more, his servo still gripping his aft, but the other touched his cheek, tilting his head as lubricant slid from his digits and dripped down Jack's neck.
The smell was overwhelming, and it disgusted him. Jack nearly gagged at fact Megatron sealed his lips over his, shoving his glossa in Jack's mouth. Jack managed to glare at him, weak as it was for being forced the bitter taste of himself.
And then the inseminator entered him with one thrust. Jack spasmed, whimpering as his valve tingled and ached. His valve clenched around the spike, which stretched him even more than the glossa had. Jack's body was strutless, and he hated how Megatron didn't seem to care he wasn't playing along anymore.
As the silver mech grabbed his thighs while his denta bit into his shoulder, Jack wondered just how much he truly hated his body. Jack winced as Megatron lifted his legs and drove in deep, deep enough that Jack could feel it open the tube to his gestation tank.
And then he pulled back. He just needed to connect, to empty it now that Jack's body was 'ready' for the donation.
Megatron was ignoring the signal to release, for all intents chasing his own overload. Jack didn't know how it worked, but he could feel a heatedness through Megatron's chest where his spark resided, growing hotter through the plating.
Jack had even little more time to process it, as the other mech slammed in deep, this time holding against him as the tip penetrated the tubing. Fluid gushed inside of it, the tube sucking it in like before-but Jack felt the plating against him had grown burning hot.
An electrical charge burst from Megatron, sending shocks through Jack as he tried to work out what just happened. The other mech's vents were heaving, hot air brushing against Jack as Megatron was still. Slowly, the tyrant pulled out, and Jack snapped his panel shut before Megatron turned on the shower.
Solvent rained over them, and Jack was incredulous as Megatron's plating steamed when the solvent splashed against it. Jack was more relieved though to have the lubricant washed off of him, even if it couldn't erase the feeling of the other mech's overload.
Jack remained silent, still dazed and trying to process everything. He glanced to the tap as Megatron shut the solvent off, and winced as his leash was unbound from the wall. Megatron pulled Jack with him out of the washrack, and Jack started when the tyrant lifted him into his arms; one arm holding him across the back with the leash still in hand, while the other held Jack up under the legs.
It made him even more uncomfortable with how personal this felt. Jack tried to struggle, but his overload made it impossible to do more than writhe. He groaned as Megatron carried him back to the berth, lying him down on it before pulled his arms back over his head to tie the leash to the bar.
Jack grimaced when Megatron climbed onto the berth, and wrapped his arms around him. The discomfort only grew, because he felt like there was a change going on he hadn't been able to foresee. It was the last thought he had, before his optics closed and recharge took him.