Learn to have trust and courage
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/57145990.
Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandoms:
Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One
Relationship:
Drift Deadlock/Ratchet
Characters:
Ratchet (Transformers), Drift Deadlock, Optimus Prime, First Aid
(Transformers), Prowl (Transformers)
Additional Tags:
Emotional Hurt, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Bondage,
Trust Issues, Begging, Nervousness, Sex Toys
Language:
Deutsch
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Published: 2024-07-05 Words: 13,137 Chapters: 1/1
Learn to have trust and courage
by Ratchet30
Summary
Drift lives in Dead End and never thought his life would change. Until he meets a certain
medic and starts again. Especially a handsome medic.
Notes
Here are a few terms
Processor Brain
Helmet head
Audio receptors, Audials ears
Enstril nasal bulge - nose
Optical edge - eyebrow
Optics-Eyes
Recording- Breath
Inlet throat
Intake, mouth-mouth
Dental/Dentas -Teeth
Derma: Lips
Comlink frequency: How bots call each other
Glossa tongue
Vocalizer- Speech Apparatus
Visor - protects the optics from explosions and splinters
Breastplate - Breastplate
Back plate-(plating on the back of a
Cybertronians to protect his back)
Armour - as with some animals it is strong skin
Cuffs - the lower half of your arm and also your
wrist
Shoulder pad- shoulder
Arm protection padding
Rock records -(I assume that is the purpose of the
Waist armor,
Rear plate (rear armour)
Rear- Butt
Array, Codpiece- protective plate in front of the valve
aft array asshole (I couldn't think of any other term)
Spike penis
Pede(s)-foot (feet)
Chassis chest
Shoulder blade, shoulder blades / upper back -Back or upper back
Back brace, brace-spine
Finger digits
Servo hand
Times
Astro-Click - One Earth Millisecond
Breem -One Hour Earth
Centi-Vorn - 8300 Earth years/100 Cybertronian years
Jour -one Earth month (A Cybertronian month would be approximately 7 Earth months
long, but the calendar was changed when the bots landed on Earth.
Kilick '1 Minute
Mega Cycle -1 Earth Week
Micro-Kilick - one tenth of a
second
Mellenna-Vorn - 1,000 Cybertronian Years
Milli-Vorn - one million cybertronian years
Nano-click - One tenth of an Earth second
Orbital cycle - 1 Earth year
Solar cycle (cycle)- 1 Earth day
Front -83 Earth years/ 1 Cybertronian year
See the end of the work for more notes
It was another miserable day like the others, everything was grey and gloomy, just sad.
Clouds covered the sky, just like the mood of most of the bots, and that's saying something.
Drift knew only too well that the weather wasn't making it any better, even if the sun were
shining now, the day wouldn't be any different. He was lying on the ground, his body was
scratched, dented, smashed and broken. Metal boxes beneath him supported him slightly. He
had been injured in the last gang fight and that wasn't even all. Nothing helped him to forget
it, since he had contracted a virus, things had gotten even worse. Coolant ran down his optics
as he repaired a wound, as best he could. He couldn't afford a doctor, that was the way it was
down here, but he still needed some energon. Drift got up carefully, careful not to overexert
himself. His wounds hurt, his chest was pressing from the virus, but he had to carry on. Drift
dragged himself to the market place, it was the only place in Dead End where you could get
goods, everything else you had or you would perish. It was busy again and should make it
possible to steal at least something, since he had no Shanix he couldn't help it. Still, he had to
be careful, if he couldn't walk properly he had to be careful not to get caught. Drift looked at
the stalls, some of which didn't arouse his interest, there was everything you could want from
spare parts to armor.
Drift went to a stall that sold treats, the seller was busy and Drift managed to quickly pocket
a few things. The next stall sold jewelry and accessories, while the other offered medical
goods. There were tricoders, wires, cables, medicines and some other liquid products
intended for injections. And also painkillers. It wasn't so easy to steal something here,
especially not because a patrol of policemen was walking around the market, which had
become more frequent now. Drift wanted to take a closer look at a painkiller. It was purple
and thick. Exactly what he needed.
"Be careful, young man." Said the salesman. "The medicine is very strong and should be
prescribed by a doctor. Not just anyone can buy it."
"But I need a painkiller. It just hurts." Drift moaned and held his back as a pain shot through
him like lightning.
"I'm sorry, if I could I would give it to you for free..." The salesman meant it honestly. "But if
it doesn't work you should visit the clinic. They can help you there."
"That's easy to say when you don't have to pay the paramedic. I can't. What should I give
him?" Drift sat down on the chair that was offered to him.
"You don't have to pay." When he noticed the questioning look he continued. "This clinic
only opened recently and is free. Anyone can go there, even someone like you."
"What doctor would open the clinic for free? And here, where everything is so bad." Drift let
his helm hang.
"As far as I know, the doctor is Ratchet, the Prime's medic. He came here to help the bots."
The salesman squeezed Drift's shoulder. "You should visit him too, you don't look well. He's
very nice and the best medic there is."
"It sounds like you know all about it." Drift looked at his armor. "But it won't do any harm.
Do you really think he would help a mech from these slums?" "
That's why he came here. He wants to help you, because everything is so bad here as it is."
He handed Drift a cube. "Just look at it, you can still decide afterwards. Here, take the
medicine, it's not strong but it helps for a start..."
Drift gratefully accepted the medicine. Drift actually thought it was a very good idea, he
should take a look at this clinic and especially the mech that had enough courage to open it
here. This wasn't exactly a friendly area, especially since everyone was targeted by the gangs
here, even medics. If he couldn't defend himself, it wouldn't take long, but first Drift wanted
to take a look at the medic Ratchet, he had called him. Drift continued out of the slums, here
the area ended and another area began. For some time now, many Autobot troops had been
gathering here to make everything safe, the Decepticons had simply taken over too much.
The clinic could be seen from far away, a fairly large building with the Autobot symbol and
some decorations that had probably been put up everywhere by others, graffiti had become
very popular, especially down here.
Drift came closer to the building and saw a large red and blue bot coming out from a
distance. He would recognize him anywhere, it was Optimus Prime, what was he doing here?
Drift went closer and looked at the bot in front of him, he had learned to be cautious. Drift
coughed briefly as he tried to carry on, he grabbed his chest and collapsed and vomited. The
virus was bad and he just couldn't find any painkillers for it. A touch on his shoulder
distracted him, he must have been kneeling longer than he thought.
"Are you okay?" It was Optimus who was kneeling next to him. Could it be any more
embarrassing? "Should I get Ratchet, you don't look well at all."
"That's not necessary. I'm fine." Drift didn't want anyone to look at him. "I'm always fine, if it
gets worse I'll go."
"You should get your wounds treated so you'll feel better again." Optimus seemed really
worried about him, even though Drift was nothing special.
"That's nice. I'll do that." Drift stood up again. "If you don't mind, I'd like to go to the clinic. I
don't look well. And I can still manage it on my own."
"Of course." Optimus said in his Barin voice. "I hope you get well soon." Drift didn't notice
when he was gone when Optimus radioed Ratchet that a patient would be arriving soon.
As Drift said goodbye, he continued on to the clinic. The design was new and looked very
chic, if a bit plain. Drift came to a large door with an emergency button, intended for urgent
matters. He stepped through the doors into a long hallway where many doors branched off.
At the end of the hallway he saw a light, there had to be someone there. Drift continued
towards the light and wondered what kind of medic it was. He carefully pushed the door open
a little and dared to take a look, which made his eyes widen.
There stood a stately mech, it had a very strong, muscular build with red and white paint that
shimmered under the lighting. It had to be an old bot in terms of its design, with a strict front
panel and soft, blue optics.
Drift hadn't noticed that he was holding his breath, but the first impression had been quite
good. Unfortunately, his equipment immediately warmed up at the sight; it had been too long
since he last had an interface.
Ratchet moved to the door into another room; he probably still needed a few things. Drift
carefully opened the door and entered the room; there were many places to lie down and
cupboards. He looked around nearby; if there was a painkiller, it was here.
He rummaged through the shelves and found many remedies, but which one was the right
one for him? He simply reached for a vial whose liquid seemed familiar to him, and then he
realized that he was no longer alone. Drift felt something behind him.
"If there's one thing I can't stand, it's bots thinking they can just steal from me." A deep,
angry voice said behind him. Drift turned around; there stood the medic with his servos
folded.
"And what exactly do you think you're doing here? These aren't toys, and they're not easy
remedies."
Ratchet narrowed his eyes as he briefly examined him. "With the wrong things, you'll hurt
yourself even more than you already are."
"But I need a painkiller and you're not going to stop me." Drift didn't like it, but he pulled out
a knife and grabbed the vial.
"Put that down, boy." Ratchet raised his servos and stepped back a little. "I don't want to hurt
you, I just want to help you. There's no reason to be afraid here. And rash decisions won't
help you."
"I never make rash decisions. And I'm not afraid either." Drift admired how calm Ratchet
remained. "And help me, why? I'm great." Inappropriately, Drift coughed at that moment.
"Oh, of course. I can see how well you're doing." Ratchet said ironically. "You're not doing
well and your armor has seen better days. Why don't you let me help you?"
"Stay back or I'll stab you." Drift raised his knife again, as if that would do any good.
"It's fine, boy, be careful." Ratchet stepped closer. "I don't want to hurt you if I take the knife
away. I'm not as easy to overcome as some already know. You don't think I opened the clinic
if I didn't know how to defend myself. Now put the knife down."
Drift stepped to the side, it was all about the right moment now. "I know that I'm not an
opponent at the moment, but that won't stop me." Drift threw his knife and ran to the door as
far as he could. He was already through the hallway and at the entrance door when it closed.
"Now be sensible, boy. I want to help you, you're in a really bad state." Ratchet slowly came
closer.
"Come on, I'll get out of here..." Before Drift could say anything, he felt sick, he looked
around and bent down.
to the side, he picked up a trash can and vomited into it. "I'm... bad."
"I already noticed." Ratchet knelt next to him and touched him lightly on the shoulder.
"Come on, I'll take you in and take care of it."
"I told you... I'm fine... ohhh." Drift had to vomit again.
"Yeah. That's why you like hugging the trash can so much." Ratchet said sarcastically.
"Exactly"! Drift didn't feel well at all, he knew he was in bad shape. Even worse than usual, if
that were possible.
"That's enough now, boy, you can't look at it. I don't have time for that. "Ratchet grabbed him
around the waist and tried to lift him up, but Drift resisted weakly, he kicked at Ratchet.
"Stop that now, boy, or I'll have to shut you up."
"Oh no, you won't do that." Drift hit him again, but Ratchet quickly turned him over to force
him to his knees. A few nano-clicks he was lying on his stomach and Ratchet sat on him.
"Get off me. You mustn't and you can't do that."
"You don't realize what I can do, especially to help my patients." Ratchet pulled a syringe out
of his subspace. "And I have no other choice." He felt around Drift's neck to find the right
line.
"No, no, no, you mustn't do that." Drift felt him feeling his lines. No, no, please no injection."
Drift felt the needle go in.
"Calm down, boy. No one will hurt you here." Ratchet stroked his ends, which had a calming
effect. "We'll get you back up, you'll feel better soon. Now charge up."
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Drift didn't know how long he had been charging for, he was woken up by a beeping. When
he opened his optics he could see that he was lying on a medical platform, the monitor
beeped next to him and part of his armor had been repaired. Ratchet had really helped him.
He hadn't thought he could believe it. Most people didn't want to have anything to do with
people like him, but he didn't want to take advantage of that for too long. He was getting out
of here again, not that anything would happen to anyone because of him. Especially since he
was being so nice to him now. Drift carefully got up and stood up.
"What on earth do you think you're doing here, lie down again immediately. "Ratchet had
stepped next to him. Drift wondered where he came from.
"You were badly injured and the virus still needs to wear off."
"But I feel better and don't want to get on your nerves for long." Drift said sheepishly.
"You're not getting on anyone's nerves. And you may feel better now, but only as long as I'm
keeping an eye on you." Ratchet checked the monitor. Then he pushed Drift down.
"I just thought... I didn't want to take advantage of anyone. You certainly have better things
to do, even if you're a good medic." Drift didn't want Ratchet to get angry.
"I'm a medic, you've recognized that correctly." Ratchet scanned him. "That's why it's
important to me that my patients are okay." "
I hope I can leave soon. Not that I'm ungrateful, but I'm not exactly a stranger here. I don't
want anything to happen to you because you're helping me." Drift really didn't want that.
"So thank you for your help."
"I am aware that most of the bots here are not trustworthy and are also threatened by enemies,
but that does not stop me from doing my job." Ratchet saw Drift lower his helmet and
touched him on the shoulder. He actually found him quite cute.
"I was happy to help you. If I didn't want to support you I would not have opened the clinic."
"That's very nice, Ratchet. I wish everyone was like you. Everything is always dark here."
Drift yawned a little, he was tired.
"You should recharge something, your virus is almost over, it was just a cold." When he saw
Drift's look he added, "A bad cold."
Drift was really grateful, but he also knew that he would have to leave soon. One of the gangs
had it in for him here and he did not want Ratchet to get into trouble. He had got into debt
and could not pay it off. He soon had to flee.
When he woke up again he was alone and looked around a bit. Drift slowly stood up and
made his way to the door. Ratchet was sitting in the next room. Drift didn't want to be
completely ungrateful, so he wrote Ratchet a note with a few explanations. Then he slowly
walked to the door and took another look at the handsome medic, yes, he really liked him.
Ratchet had been looking through a few reports and was looking for answers or something
that would reveal the boy's name. He could see that he had been through a lot and wanted to
help him, he felt sorry for the little boy. But he was also nice to look at with his curves and
great design. Ratchet would rather do something else with him, but he couldn't do that yet.
He liked to remember his time in Party Ambulance and was never averse to a bot, he was
happy about a nice interface. And he still liked doing it.
He just had to be a little more careful with the boys, which didn't mean that he wasn't
worried. Ratchet finished the last reports and then wanted to check on him. He could
reminisce later, but first work.
Ratchet stood up and entered the room, but the shock was there to see.
The boy was gone, how could he be in that condition, that wasn't good at all. There were
some Shanix and a piece of paper on a table, he could see that the boy had written it. It said:
Dear Ratchet,
I would like to thank you for your help. But I can't risk you getting hurt, a gang is after me
and would attack you too. I don't want someone with such talent and such good skills to get
hurt. I've given you a few Shanix even if it's not enough. No one has ever taken such good
care of me. Thank you for everything, my beautiful bot,
Drift
Drift. So that was his name and he called him beautiful bot. Ratchet had to smile a little at
that. It was rare that bots down here could read or write, there was more to Drift than he
thought and he liked that. Next to it was a voucher for a restaurant, the Hell of Darkness. Not
exactly original but a starting point to look for and Ratchet would find him. Ratchet set off
straight away, but first he sent a message to First Aid so that he could take over.
Ratchet arrived at the restaurant after a while, it didn't look like much. When he went in, it
didn't make things any better. He marched straight to the counter and ignored the bots next to
him.
"Someone's in a hurry, isn't he? A new face is always welcome. I'm Swerve." Said the little
one in a cheerful voice.
"I won't be staying long. I'm looking for someone." Ratchet got straight to the point.
"Well, I'm happy to help. But only if it's not dangerous for the person." Swerve leaned
forward. "It's not a good area and the bots don't feel safe if they can't trust anyone.
"That's why I'm here. I'm looking for a bot called Drift." Ratchet hoped he would find
answers.
"Drift." Swerve thought for a moment and searched his thoughts. "Has the poor boy gotten
himself into trouble again? I feel sorry for him."
"What do you mean again?" asked Ratchet.
"He has problems with a gang here." explained Swerve. "They had a fight with him very
early on. Drift just came here one day, nobody knows where from. It's as if he just appeared
out of the ground. Most of the bots grew up here and learn to survive quickly, but not all of
them. Drift could never get used to it and made enemies, I can't always help him."
"I'm sorry. Where can I find him?" Ratchet was even more worried, especially since he had
been in his care.
"He should be near the harbor, he liked to spend time there. Not far from here." Swerve
explained the way and Ratchet set off immediately.
Drift was in danger, that was not good. Ratchet did not know why but he liked the boy, the
small gesture from the Shanix and the note showed that he was definitely a little different to
the others.
Ratchet approached the harbor carefully, it really wasn't far. As he got closer he could see
Drift, some bots were threatening him. His wounds meant he was still too weak to fight and
they simply kicked him. Ratchet ran faster.
Then Drift screamed as one of his arms was severed, which made Ratchet furious, something
like that was outrageous. He quickly sent a message to Optimus that he needed help, this bot
had been wanted for a long time.
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Drift already regretted having fled, even though he had had it so good. Tarn and his gang had
caught him. They had watched him for a while, waiting for the right moment, unfortunately it
seemed to have come now. Drift wanted to explain why he couldn't pay, he just wanted peace
and quiet but they didn't care. They enjoyed tormenting him.
Then Tarn stepped closer and severed his arm with one blow of his saw.
"AAAAHHHH... ouch." Drift screamed in pain, then he heard sirens approaching. Tires
screeched and the first of Tarn's gang flew aside in a high arc.
GET AWAY FROM MY PATIENT!
Drift couldn't believe it, it was Ratchet, he had come for him. He quickly picked up his arm
and tried to get up. Ratchet was standing there with his two scalpels out, which were surely
as deadly as swords.
"I won't say it again. Step aside." Ratchet said threateningly.
"Don't get involved, medic, and get out of here. Otherwise you'll regret it." Tarn said.
"You should think about that before I forget that I'm a medic." Ratchet waved the blades
threateningly. As one of the gang stepped closer, Ratchet hit him with his fist and he fell over
unconscious. How strong he was, thought Drift.
"If you don't go, you'll soon find out that I don't just use them for operations."
"You'll regret that." Tarn said and his gang attacked Ratchet.
Ratchet blocked the first one while he kicked the other one so that he flew backwards. Then
he ripped the weapon away from the next one and knocked him down. One tried from behind
and hit Ratchet, but the armor was too thick to leave more than a scratch. Ratchet grabbed
him, twisted his arms and pressed two cables around his neck so that he fell over. Drift had
moved up; it didn't look like Ratchet needed help until he saw Tarn, who pulled out his
weapon, a cannon.
Ratchet had fended off all but two opponents, but he couldn't see Tarn. Drift jumped on his
shoulder from behind and tried to get him away.
"Don't, Drift." Ratchet shouted; he didn't want anything to happen to the boy.
When Tarn pointed his gun at Ratchet, Drift threw himself in front of it. There was a bang,
smoke filled the air and Drift flew back. The impact was hard. Ratchet had now attacked Tarn
and caused him to retreat quickly. Tarn had no chance, especially when Ratchet hit a spot on
the shoulder and Tarn only had one arm free because the other was deaf. The next gang was
already approaching, but Drift could hear cars approaching from a distance. A large semi-
trailer in front. Tarn fled and the other gang was surrounded.
He noticed Ratchet coming towards him with only a few scratches.
"Drift. Boy, what were you thinking?" He touched Drift. The boy was not feeling well at all.
"Ratchet, I... ow ohh... Didn't mean you... ow." Coolant was running out of Drift's optics, it
just hurt.
"Shhh... It's okay Drift. I'll patch you up. "Ratchet stopped his bleeding with a gel he had
with him for such things and cut off damaged cables, then gave Drift some painkillers. "That
might hurt for a moment."
"OUCH... It hurts." Drift cried. Ratchet had tied the cables to his arm and put him over.
"Ratchet, are you okay?" It was Optimus who came running.
"Yes. I just have to patch Drift up. I hope you were able to arrest the gang." Ratchet was still
angry about what he had seen.
"No, the leader escaped. But Drift probably knows more." Optimus could only guess.
"Could be, but for now he needs rest." Ratchet tied the cables, repaired the line and picked
Drift up and carried him back.
"Ratchet, it hurts...ouch" Drift hissed, it really did hurt a lot.
"I know. But it will get better soon. And then I don't want you to run away again. "Ratchet
tightened his grip so as not to let him fall.
When they were back in the clinic, First Aid came to meet them. He had already been
worried about Ratchet.
"Ratchet!" he called. "It's good that you're back. I hope nothing happened to you. I heard
about the fight."
"I'm fine. Now go inside, we have to get Drift back on his feet." Ratchet dragged the boy in
and laid him on the platform.
He got the things he needed, including medicine. First he patched up his arm because that
was the worst wound, then the internal injuries and finally the armor. When he was finished
he gave Drift a sedative and cleaned his things.
Drift had a beautiful body and was quite good-looking. He would definitely make a good
partner at the berth. When he sat back down in his office he had to rest, his array was still
throbbing. Before he opened the clinic he had always had interfaces with many bots and had
been the party ambulance, he wanted to work with Drift too. He squeezed his gear, but the
pressure remained.
"Ratchet, what's wrong?" First Aid stood in the doorway and looked at him. "Maybe I can
help in some way, otherwise I'll leave again."
"I want something completely different and you'd better go if you don't want to too." Ratchet
felt the urge.
"And what if I want something too?" First Aid came closer. "What would you like?" He
stepped closer and touched his shoulders.
"You better go before I forget myself." Ratchet wanted to slam the spike into him.
"You want something to take the weight off your equipment." First Aid said.
"I want to finish you off." Ratchet turned around and looked down at him lustfully. "I want to
have someone I can hammer my spike into again." He stood up and grabbed First Aid tightly,
his optics distorting.
"I want to make you scream and if you don't want that too, you should run."
"But I like to play." He squeezed Ratchet's hip.
"Final warning, think carefully about what you do." Ratchet's gaze swept
over his body. "But I want to." First Aid stroked his panel and gave Ratchet a smack on his
rear.
Then he wanted to run out the door, but Ratchet pulled his legs away and he fell to the
ground. After a while, when nothing happened, he turned around. Ratchet snapped the
handcuffs open and put them on the table, then pulled him up and pushed him to lie down.
"There. Now lie back." Ratchet pushed him.
"So... what are you planning?" First Aid looked down.
"Something you want. I'm going to make you scream." Ratchet pushed him down so hard that
it banged. Then he grabbed his arm.
"No, Ratchet, wait." First Aid saw the handcuffs click into place on his arm and be pulled
over the bed, then another click.
"Ratchet, you can't chain me up. I mean, how is that supposed to excite you?" Ratchet
grabbed the other arm and tied it up too.
"Ratchet, what..." He fell silent when a spreader bar came into view.
"Oh no, no, no." His legs were spread and tied, then Ratchet took a rope, tied it to the pole
and attached it to the hook on the ceiling, now he was completely at their mercy.
"First you have to warm up." Ratchet said and went to his box of toys, he got a large vibrator.
He opened his valve. "You're already wet. Then it should be even better."
Ratchet pushed the vibrator in and rubbed his knot. "We'd better go straight to the third
level." Ratchet opened his own valve and turned the vibrator on.
"Ohhh God Ratchet. You can't do that." First Aid screamed. He noticed that Ratchet was on
top of him as transfluid ran down onto him.
Ratchet teasingly rubbed his valve on the spike to lubricate it heavily, he grabbed it and
pumped his spike which quickly became hard.
"It seems you were congested. I'll remedy that." And then he slid down, he had taken the
spike in one go. Then he started his pace and kept pounding on the spike.
"Ratchet ohhhh... I'm going to... ahhhh".
First Aid didn't know how long Ratchet had been riding him, that valve was wearing him out
and when the vibrator was turned up he reached overload. When he then looked up Ratchet
was standing in front of him with the spike under pressure. The spike was really thick and
twitched with joy. He took out the vibrator.
"Now I'm going to smash you. It's been a long time since I've been able to fill a bot". Ratchet
grabbed his thighs, then penetrated, stretching the valve.
Ratchet started to thrust into him and it was a great feeling. First Aid moaned as the thick
spike ravaged his valve and screamed as he came closer.
"Oohhh... yes please... I Ratchet... AHHHH". First Aid fell over after a few clicks and
Ratchet just carried on, bringing him closer again.
"ARRR... ARRRHHH... I OHHHH." Ratchet spilled himself into him and just kept going,
making him orgasm again and again.
"RATCHET AARRR... YOU'RE MEAN AARHHHH." First Aid screamed as he filled him
again and again, making him swell, after the eighth overload he stopped.
When First Aid woke up he felt a loud buzzing in his valve, his valve was on fire as
everything was vibrating. His stomach was bloated and there was a huge puddle of lube
under him. He was leaning against the berth, rear up and legs spread wide. He was tied to the
ground, unable to move his legs or anything else. His valve was full of vibrators stimulating
him.
"Ratchet what have you done...oohhhh." he twitched from the wave of pleasure.
"Oh nothing." Ratchet looked devilishly next to him and got the box. He took a vibrator and
stuffed it into his aft array. Then another one, grinning.
"I just put a lot of vibrators in you, you're supposed to have fun." Ratchet turned up the
volume.
"ARRRRHHH... You can't do that to me." First Aid twitched again, his stomach bloated
because the vibrators were filling him up.
"Yes, that's right, I have another one here that will really wear you out." Ratchet grabbed the
rope, when he saw his expression he pointed upwards.
"Ohhh no, not that."
A huge vibrator descended over First Aid and was aimed at his knot. "Not Ratchet, but I..." It
descended further.
"I haven't had fun in a long time." Ratchet lowered it further so that the vibrator was directly
above him and was humming loudly. "So I'm going to have it now."
"You always fucked speedsters, do it with Drift." First Aid shouted.
"I will when he's better. Now scream for me."
Ratchet lowered the last piece.
"Ratchet no, please don't...ohhh...I'm going to ARRRHHHH".First Aid screamed as it hit the
knot and overloaded itself, already things were spinning in
"I hope I can get up again, just lying down is not for me," Drift said to him.
"That's not my decision, you have to ask Ratchet. I'll get him." First Aid checked the lines
and left.
Drift thought for a while, he wanted to do something for Ratchet, well an interface would be
nice but not what he wanted. He reached into his subspace and pulled out a box with a lucky
charm that he always carried with him, he could finish it to make Ratchet happy. Since he had
time, he first sanded down some of the edges and worked on the last corners. He carved a few
decorations into it and made a picture out of it, he took some paint to paint the rest before
putting it in a box. It had the symbol of Iacon's clinic on it, he wanted to be a doctor but then
everything turned out differently.
Drift didn't have to wait long before Ratchet came.
"You should be feeling better by now." Ratchet looks at the results. "I hope you listen to me
next time."
"Yes, I will, thank you." Drift looked at his hips, they were beautiful and especially the rear.
In front he could see the spike cover which was very large and when he looked up his optics
met Ratchet. "Oh damn."
"I hope for your sake, you've stared enough." Ratchet noticed his look and was a little
pleased.
"I'm not staring. And I haven't seen enough yet." Ratchet must have heard the last one. "I
meant I left you something, a thank you.
I wanted to do something."
"You already have. You've already paid the clinic." Ratchet told him.
"What, you know about it. But that can't be, I didn't say anything." Drift really didn't know.
"You left your bill lying around." Ratchet put it on the table. "It's a considerable sum. Do you
want to tell me where you got it from?"
"I used to be... a Decepticon. I made mistakes and chose the wrong side." Drift felt
comfortable telling this. "When I noticed that they wanted to open a clinic here but the
Shanix were missing, I thought I could make amends."
"That's very commendable. I'm very grateful for that." Ratchet reached for the box and
opened it. He took out the lucky charm, which was in the shape of the Iacon clinic. "It turned
out very nicely, Drift. Thank you. You really made an effort and it reminds me a bit of my old
clinic where I trained."
"I wanted to be a doctor, but things turned out differently. But you are a great doctor and a
good fighter," said Drift.
"When you're down here you have to be able to fight. Besides, I'm just as good as the others.
I hope the pendant didn't cost you too much work." Ratchet looked at him cheerfully and then
put him in his subspace.
"I was happy to do that." Drift tried to stand up but it was still too difficult for him.
"Wait. I'll help you." Ratchet helped him, putting an arm around his waist. A nice waist, he
thought.
"I still have that... so thank you Ratchet." Drift got hot at the touch. He stared at the spike
cover again and blushed. "He must have a big, beautiful spike."
"What was that just now?" Ratchet asked him, he had heard the last part. He noticed that
Drift was blushing, so he probably liked him. "I could show you the infirmary so you can
find your way around."
Ratchet led him through the corridors and showed him everything, slowly putting one foot in
front of the other. Drift really had a beautiful shape and he thought the gift was very sweet of
him.
Drift recovered for the rest of the day but he couldn't take his eyes off Ratchet as he watched
him at work. It had been too long since he had an interface. And he wanted to have it with
Ratchet. That was terrible, he couldn't just ask him.
The doors opened as a bot came that he didn't know. He walked towards Ratchet and gave
Drift an angry look.
"Ratchet, you have a dangerous Decepticon in here, he should be taken into custody." He said
immediately.
"He used to be one, now Drift is on our side. And he needs to rest, Rodimus." Ratchet turned
around.
"How can you? I won't tolerate this." Rodimus said.
"But you will." Ratchet pulled out a wrench. "If you have a problem with that, report it to
Optimus, otherwise keep quiet and leave."
"How dare you, I'm the captain -" But he didn't get any further.
There was a clinking sound. The wrench in Ratchet's grip twitched. "He's my
patient and I rank above you, so you better go now." Ratchet hit him once, which made
Rodimus retreat.
He said nothing more and left. As he stood at the door he mumbled something and Optimus
entered the room. "Is something wrong?" He asked immediately.
"He has something against my patients. And I will not tolerate that." Ratchet was angry.
"That's why I'm here." Optimus turned to Drift. "Drift. I have to make sure you're not a
Decepticon anymore, unfortunately I can only rely on your word."
"I give you my word. I have suffered enough and made mistakes, I want to be an Autobot and
use my knowledge for this purpose." Drift lowered his helmet as a sign of respect.
"He made it possible for me to open my clinic and I believe his spark is in the right place."
Ratchet approached them.
"Very well. I will discuss this with the others. In the meantime, you stay with Ratchet."
Optimus left again.
"Optimus." Drift stopped him. "Tarn will be near the harbor in the evenings." Optimus
nodded before he left.
"Thank you for your trust, Ratchet. I wasn't expecting it." Drift looked up again.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did, but you can ask me something else." Ratchet smiled slightly.
"Well, I'd like to know why they opened a clinic down here? You could have done anything
with your talent." Drift looked at him expectantly.
"I worked in Iacon back then and was one of the best there from an early age. After a while I
graduated the fastest they've ever had there. I had just come out of the academy and wanted
to help. As a field medic, I started helping the bots on the battlefield. I thought that would be
a way to use my talents. Since I wasn't the best fighter, I wanted to do something else."
Ratchet sat down next to him.
"I spent years there helping each of them, but it didn't last that way. The time of war had
already started and it was no longer so easy. Optimus led the Autobots as leader against
Megatron and I was brought onto his team. It's been like this for a few years now with no
change, but I've always been able to stay a medic. I only kill when the situation requires it. I
don't like doing it..."
"That means you've only ever been involved with the war and then you just wanted to help.
So you wanted to do something here too because you had to endure so much suffering there."
Drift concluded.
"Yes, exactly." Ratchet said. "Now that the war has calmed down a bit, I came here to open
the clinic. I saw it as a new opportunity to help others. But the war is far from over and if
Optimus needs me, I'm here. Here I have the chance to get bots off the streets and maybe
recruit them. What about you, Drift?"
"As you know, I was a Decepticon and served under Megatron." Drift found it difficult to talk
about it, but Ratchet deserved an explanation. "I realized very early on that it was all a lie, I
just couldn't leave the bots under me alone. I didn't leave them until later. That was during a
mission where there was no search party and the rest were killed. I left them to start over and
that's why you got the Shanix. It was only right."
"You've changed. That's the main thing, Drift." Ratchet put the servo on his shoulder.
"Thank you, that means a lot to me, I like you Ratchet and would be happy if I could stay
here." Drift said happily.
"You're welcome, Drift. If you want to help me with something, you'll have something to do."
Ratchet showed him how the camp was being cleaned up.
Drift did his work but he was distracted. He kept looking at Ratchet and trying to get closer
to him. He wanted more from him, so he swung his hips and moved his curves gracefully.
Ratchet didn't miss this, he noticed that the boy was seeking his attention. Drift had finished
his work and got a cube for himself and Ratchet. He sat down next to him and looked at the
beautiful breastplate and the curves.
"You really seem to be very interested in something. Don't you want to share it with me."
Ratchet moved closer and let his gaze wander over Drift, which made him nervous,
especially when he put his servo on his leg.
"You're nervous. Would you like to tell me something?"
"Well, I... wanted to... with you... so I need to rest." Drift darted out of the room, which
Ratchet didn't mind.
He knew that Drift was interested in him and liked to drag things out. He went to the shower.
Drift was back in the room and thought about how stupid he had just been and wanted to go
back, but Ratchet was gone. From a distance he heard the showers running.
and knew where to find him. He just had to dare to burst in. Drift approached carefully and
was almost there, he carefully opened the door.
Ratchet was in there, he probably wanted to wash off the dirt and it was a great sight. His
hips and body were shown off well. Drift stepped closer, careful that Ratchet didn't see him,
but he stumbled and fell through the door. When he looked up he could see Ratchet's feet.
"Oh...I just wanted to...I...ask, sorry." Drift looked up at the Spike cover. "Woww."
"I'm starting to get the feeling you want something from me." Ratchet looked very amused.
"Something specific. Otherwise you wouldn't fall at my feet."
"I think...I...felt so dirty." Drift stood up and wanted to grab the sponge when Ratchet took it
away.
"I'll do it. Turn around." Ratchet knew all too well what Drift was thinking, so he wanted to
see if he was right.
Ratchet moved the sponge over his shoulder and massaged his back with it, pressing into the
backrests. Drift gasped lightly as his sides were stroked. Ratchet penetrated the gaps and
went down to his tail. He stroked over it and then slid over his thighs, making Drift moan.
Drift couldn't help it, the feeling of the servos sliding over him and caressing his sensitive
spots was incredible. He wondered what nasty servos could do.
"Come turn over so I can clean your stomach." Ratchet enjoyed pampering him and he
wanted to persuade him to do more.
As Drift turned around, the sponge slid from his shoulder over his headlights. He stroked his
stomach and the servos kneaded his muscles, which made him relax. Drift moaned
and as Ratchet came closer he got really hot.
"You know. I'd like to do something." Ratchet stroked his arms. "I want to wash you all over."
"Just wash. I was thinking of something else." Drift quickly closed his mouth.
"Oh, we can do a lot more than you think." When Ratchet said that, Drift kissed him and
touched his dermis.
"Excuse me." Drift let the rudder hang and Ratchet continued washing him.
Later, he lay on his berth and thought for a long time. Did Ratchet really like him? No, that
wasn't possible. He took his pad and looked at his old porn. He needed this distraction if there
was no other way. But he didn't notice that Ratchet had entered the room again. He crept
closer to get behind Drift and looked over his shoulder. The boy seemed to be interested in
bondage games, that was a wonderful turn of events.
"That's not exactly the best I've ever seen of it." Ratchet said, which made Drift wince.
"Ratchet, that... I can explain. I haven't in a long time..." Drift blushed, how could he let
Ratchet catch him? He must think he was a pervert.
"Well, you could change that. I could show you more than you know. Better than what's on
the video, I could give you something better." Ratchet glanced at the video. "Do you like that
kind of thing? Being tied up."
"I do. But I don't know how to ask." Drift noticed that Ratchet was smiling.
"You could have just asked, I'm happy to have a good splinter and one to play with." Ratchet
stroked his stomach. Then he stepped closer and kissed him, nibbling on his dermis.
"Ratchet, I want ohh." Drift moaned as Ratchet kissed his neck and licked over exposed
wires. "Ohh... more."
"I'll give you more. Come with me little one." Ratchet carried him into the room behind his
office. "Well, I'll only ask once. Do you want to play? I'd like to interface with you and I love
tying up bots."
"I'd love to. Well, I never thought you'd want me." Drift stepped back to the door.
"Oh no. Not so fast. You won't get away with watching your porn so openly." Ratchet sat him
on a platform. "Besides, we still need to get you going."
Ratchet got him to lean back and kissed him as he pulled something out from under the
platform. He knew Drift would like it, he licked his neck cable and pressed his panel to
Drift's. Drift moaned as the servos ran over his hips, kneading him in every spot, Ratchet
tugged at his wires and bundles and Drift cried out as a particular one was hit. He writhed
under Ratchet.
"If you keep doing that, I'll have to tie you down. Stop squirming." Ratchet growled at him.
"I can't help it. Then you'll have to ohhhh me after all." Drift groaned deeply as Ratchet bit
his cord.
Ratchet pushed him further up then took one of the handcuffs and pulled Drift's arm back.
Drift felt it click, then again and he was tied up but he liked it.
"Are you going to put me in my place?" He asked Ratchet and kicked him in the thigh.
Ratchet glared at him and grabbed his other arm to tie him up.
"I will, you're going to stay here." Ratchet spread his legs and fastened them to the plate
underneath, Drift was now at his mercy.
Ratchet kissed him again before moving down, he caressed the headlights and licked his
stomach. Drift felt that wonderful glossa run over his seams and groaned when it hit his
thighs but not his panel. Ratchet went back up and started again. Drift squirmed and pushed
his hips up.
"Ratchet please...ohhh." He wanted the glossa somewhere else.
"You want something. Tell me to stop or," Ratchet hovered his glossa over the codpiece, "tell
me what to do."
"Touch my codpiece, please." Drift wanted a lot more and moved his rear towards Ratchet.
Ratchet licked it, making Drift cry out, he tapped his digit right where his knot was. Then it
jumped back and Drift exposed the valve which was already lubricating. Ratchet happily
went to work, licking a long stripe over his folds to the knot, which he skipped. Drift felt the
warm, soft wetness as the glossa licked the sides and then between the folds, every drop of
transfluid being licked off of it.
"Ratchet, my knot... ohhhh please." Drift felt the glossa coming closer and then he finally
placed his knot. "AHHH... ohhhh Ratchet, right there."
Ratchet licked it again and then flicked it before sucking on it. He had to push Drift down on
his hips as he yelped. Wanting to see more, he continued to lick the knot, pulling the glossa
down and then back up, sucking on the knot. Then he inserted a digit and pressed into his
valve, making Drift buck. He pumped him while he continued to suck the knot, the little one
tasted good.
"Ohhh Primus... Ratchet ohhh." Drift bent his hips again as the second digit was inserted,
Ratchet scissored them and pumped him harder. "Ratchet ohh please...I arrhhh". Drift rocked
his hips as Ratchet inserted the third digit and pumped so deep that the lower knot hit.
"You are very needy". Ratchet pulled out a belt and fastened Drift's stomach to the plate, he
could no longer move.
"And now let's continue."
Ratchet sucked on the knot again and pumped faster, Drift's valve widened and his spike was
soon ready. Ratchet inserted the fourth digit and let it drip, he began to rub the knot and
pressed on it which made Drift twitch, he was almost overloaded. Ratchet now began to
insert his thumb and his whole servo was pushed in.
"Ratchet that doesn't fit ohhhh...please not ahhh". Drift cried out as he nibbled on the knot,
letting another gush of lube flow.
Ratchet allowed his servo to push further, Drift was so wet he just penetrated. Then he hit the
back knot, he turned the servo and pumped deeper and deeper into him. His whole servo was
pumping him now, his knuckles rubbing his walls and Drift was spread further.
"So little one. Ready for the first overload?" Ratchet asked meanly. He took the bottom knot
between his digits, spread his folds with the other servo and started sucking the knot. Then he
squeezed the bottom knot and nibbled on the front one which sent Drift over.
"AAARRRR...ARRRHHH...RATCHET...OHHHH". Drift cried out, his lube running down
him and the panel popped open to pressurize the spike which was already dripping.
Ratchet pulled out his servo which was covered in Drift's lube.
"That was nice. But we're not finished yet." He stared hungrily at his spike. Then he grabbed
it with his servo. "Such a beautiful spike and it's waiting for me." He pumped it lightly,
causing pearls of transfluid to squirt out. "And how happily it twitches, that's going to be
fun."
Ratchet pumped harder and stroked the head, Drift twitched under him again. Then he licked
from the base up to the head and licked the slit as if it were ice cream. Drift tugged at the
bonds and moaned.
"Ohhh holy... ask ohhhh Primus, ohh Primus Don't stop." Drift noticed how he was getting
closer again. "Arrhhhhh." Ratchet swallowed his spike and sucked it with relish.
The little one was really good. It twitched happily under him and he continued to lick the
spike. Then he sucked on it and brought Drift true ecstasies of joy. When Drift noticed
Ratchet taking the servo and pumping it, he screamed again. Then he lifted himself up and
fluttered over the slot, over and over again every time he came up
The servo pressed harder and he fluttered over the slot.
"Ratchet, I ohhh...can't...anymore...please ARRHHHH." Drift fell over as Ratchet began to
nibble on his head lightly. "AARRRR...AARHHH...YEEESSSSS...OHHH." Ratchet drank
it down and prolonged the pleasure.
"You did well. Now it will be even more fun." Ratchet looked very happy.
He went to the side and then dug out a spreader bar, then he took two more boxes and came
back. He untied his legs and wrapped them up, the spreader bar was attached and his legs tied
again. Then he took out a bag and a vibrator. Ratchet opened his aft array and pushed the
vibrator in, which immediately hummed happily. Then he poured metal eggs from the bag
into his servo, he let them run into his valve, three handfuls and closed the valve. Then he
took a magnet and stroked his stomach, the balls rolled up to the knot, which made him gasp.
"Ohhh Ratchet what is that...ahhh." Drift howled as the magnet slowly moved downwards,
under his tail, then back up where Ratchet moved the balls in circles, which brought him back
up. "Ohhhh holy Primus...I'm coming...ohhh what is that." The balls got hot.
Ratchet pushed it further, to the sides and under the tail, then he rubbed circles on the valve
and up to the knot. After three clicks, Drift couldn't take it anymore.
"AARRHHH...RATCHETTT...ARHHH." Drift twitched in his bonds.
"That was wonderful, then we can carry on right away." Ratchet got a rod, which he pushed
into Drift and then pulled out the balls.
"Now we come to my favorite toys."
Ratchet got the next box, which was full of vibrators.
In every size and thickness, Drift widens his gaze a little.
"You seem to like them. Let's see what I find for you." Ratchet rummaged around in them.
"I actually want your spike, I want to know how big it is." Drift said expectantly.
"My spike is bigger than anything else in here. So
I have to warm you up." Ratchet got the first vibrator, it was thick and covered in pearls, with
a cord attached.
Ratchet got another one that was slim but had nubs, then another one with a long length and a
huge head. Ratchet tied them all together with the cord that led to a remote control. Then he
pushed the slim one in first, because Drift was so wet it worked very well. The vibrator hit
his tank, then Ratchet pushed the thick one in along with the others, it hit his ceiling knot and
the other stimulated his walls.
"There you go. Now we're going to decorate your spike." Ratchet turned on the vibrators,
which made Drift moan. He gave the plug a funny look. "Oh. You don't know what that is.
It's the best thing for a mech, it'll make you beg very quickly."
Ratchet put the plug over his spike and took another ring to prevent him from overloading.
When he turned the plug on, Drift felt a warm hum and a vibration, the plug had a soft ring
on top.
"The plug will please your spike. The ring is designed for pressure, when your spike swells it
will press against it and make the spike work." Ratchet stroked him. "The plug has another
function, but you'll find out."
"That's mean ohhh... Ratchet I can't overload... ahhh." Drift tugged desperately at the bonds.
"Ohh. But you will. The ring lets you get up a little and absorbs the overload." Ratchet said
dangerously and stroked his pelvis. "After we're here, I'm going to remove it and you're going
to overload it a few times in a row."
"One Breem. How many times am I going to overload it then, arrhhh." Drift screamed as
Ratchet turned the vibrators up.
"Well, First Aid managed seven before it started charging, I'd like to see more from you."
Ratchet sat down next to him.
The vibrators quickly brought Drift higher, they hummed happily inside him. The plug was
now even pulsing and it clicked as it grew larger and exposed half of the spike. Drift winced
as he went higher, but the overload didn't happen, he tugged desperately at his bonds while
Ratchet laughed next to him. He turned the vibrators up even higher.
"ARRHHHH...OHHH PRIMUS ARHHH." Drift felt his mouth twitch but he couldn't.
It had been like this for half a Breem, Drift was dripping and moaning, but Ratchet showed
no mercy. Then there was a click and three rods came out of the plug, two with a ball on
them, one sat at the base of the spike and the other neared his front knot.
"Ohh no...Ratchet ohhhh." Drift tugged at the bonds.
"You have to hold on." Ratchet laughed happily when he saw him squirming and continued to
stroke his stomach before sitting on him.
The ball continued to approach and started to spin. Then it hit his knot exactly, which would
have overloaded Drift, but he couldn't. The vibrators turned to the sixth level. The other rod
had a flat part with lots of nubs that moved towards the head of his spike, when it was on it
fluttered around the head. He didn't notice that the Breem was almost dead, he had been
moaning and twitching the whole time.
"So, my dear, now for your overload. The way I see it, there will be nine." Ratchet reached
for his ring, rocking happily on his stomach and rubbing his folds against it.
"Ratchet, please don't... I AARRR." Ratchet had taken it away and it hit Drift.
"AAARRRHHHHHHHH...AAARRR...OHHHHH FRAGGGG." Drift's mouth tightened,
his spike pressed against the soft ring and squirted.
"AAGHHH...OOHHHH...RATCHETTT." After the second, he fell into a third overload,
then the fourth and fifth hit straight away.
Ratchet watched with pleasure, Drift tugged at the bonds and the lubricant ran out of him. He
hadn't seen that in a long time. Then he calmed down a bit before the sixth overload came
and the seventh.
"RATCHET PLEASE...ARRRGHHH...OHHHH...ME." Drift didn't know if it was the
ninth, he got caught in the charge.
When Drift woke up he saw the ceiling above him but he wasn't on the platform. He looked
around and noticed that he was lying against a berth, his back was strapped to the floor with a
steel belt and the rear was pointing upwards. His arms were tied, his legs were tied to the
walls. Around each leg there was always a shackle that was connected to a rope and attached
to the hook on the wall. Both ropes led up through a hook in the ceiling and ran over to the
other wall, where there was another hook. If Ratchet pulled on them, his legs would be
spread.
"So you're awake. Nice little one, let's carry on." Ratchet sat on the bunk above him and got
the box. "It's time to stuff you full." There were lots of vibrators and balls in it.
"Ratchet, what are you going to do? I should probably say no." Drift tugged at the shackles
again.
"I think you'll soon scream yes." Ratchet pulled out two spiked balls. "Let's see how much
fits inside you. If you're good, you'll get the spike later." Ratchet pulled on the rope and Drift
spread his legs.
Ratchet pushed the balls through his folds and pressed them all the way down. Then he took
two slim ones with pearls in them and pushed them in too, he pumped his spike briefly before
taking two more. These were thick with nubs on them, Ratchet pushed them in together and
stretched Drift's valve. Then he grabbed two balls.
"Ratchet, they don't fit in ohhhh." Ratchet pressed and pumped his spike, which stretched
Drift further, he knew it was a nice feeling.
"Do you doubt my abilities?" Ratchet asked angrily and pushed the balls in. Then he pushed
the two with the nubs in. He left the box standing.
Drift's valve was full when Ratchet placed the last two on top and then set them all to the
lowest level, which made Drift moan briefly. That was really mean, he only wanted Ratchet
to have his spike, but that was good too, no one had ever been able to spoil him like that.
Drift screamed as the toys turned up higher, they stimulated him and he slowly began to heat
up. He noticed that his folds were fluttering because the vibrators were sticking out at the top,
but the wetter he got the deeper they sank. Ratchet took another vibrator that was flat with
spikes, he pushed it in and the spikes stimulated his folds.
"Ratchet, I want ohhhh... something different... damn that feels good." Drift gasped as the
level went up again and the humming became more noticeable.
His valve started to drip, his systems turned up and the fans started to cool him down. He
howled when Ratchet started pumping his spike and when he looked up, his breath caught in
his throat. Ratchet had a huge vibrator and lowered it down onto his knot, when it hit Drift
would overload.
Ratchet no... ahhh... I'll definitely... ohhh" Drift moaned. He could already feel the humming.
"I know that you'll overload then and I'll like that." Ratchet stopped just before that and let
the vibrator circle around his thighs. "Tell me to stop. No, well then I'll carry on." Ratchet let
it circle around the base of his spike, which made Drift twitch violently because a wave of
pleasure hit him.
He brought the vibrator up and circled it over his head, which gave Drift waves of pleasure
again. Then he circled the head and rubbed it cheerfully around the spike downwards to
stimulate the base again before he went up again. Then he circled the
Valve.
"Ohhh...Ratchet...please no...not my...knot Arrhhh." Ratchet pressed the vibrator to the knot
and raised the toys and brought Drift over.
"AARRHHH...AARHH...OHHH PLEASE." Drift moaned and tugged at the restraints as
Ratchet prolonged his pleasure and then turned the things down so they started stimulating
again.
"That's what I call an overload." Ratchet said as he saw Drift still twitching. "Now let's keep
going." He put a blindfold on Drift.
Then Drift could only hear, which turned him on even more. He heard a click, then
something thick, warm and slippery ran over his entrance. It was wet and dripping, if it was
Ratchet‼ his spike.
"Now open up so you can do me something good too." Ratchet purred and pushed his spike
into Drift.
Drift started to suck on it and was amazed at its impressive size. If that was his spike that he
was sucking, what would happen when it was in his valve. He couldn't go all the way around
it like that.
"Ohh yes. You're doing well, just keep going and there will be something nice for you later."
Ratchet turned the vibrators up again, which made Drift moan.
"NNRRHH...MHMM." Drift just couldn't talk as long as that spike was inside him, he fell
into his overload. He was sure that Ratchet was his.
After a while his mouth stopped twitching and Ratchet had ejaculated into his entrance. But
that wasn't the end of it, Ratchet turned the toys up again.
"AARRHH...OHH PRIMUS...RATCHET." Drift screamed as he fell over again, then he
got two more strong overloads before he charged.
When Drift woke up again he was lying on his bunk and was clean, he thought that was it but
Ratchet had tied his arms to the top of the bunk. So he wasn't finished yet. Luckily too.
"There you are again. It's time I showed you what I learned during my time in the Party
Ambulance, you'll be amazed." Ratchet sat down in front of him, his valve was already open,
so he wanted to ride Drift.
"Your time in the Party Ambulance?" Drift asked him. "Then you must be very good to give
pleasure."
"I am. YOU will just scream and call my name from all the pleasure." Ratchet stroked his
spike, which excited him again. "I have been able to gain a lot of experience. You will not
experience anything like this again. And I will make sure that you beg for me."
"I would like you to show me what you can do and Ratchet," Drift looked at him very
mischievously. "Don't hold back. I want to see everything."
"One night won't be enough to show you everything." Ratchet positioned himself directly
over his spike and rubbed his valve against it. "But we'll have more nights, at least I hope so."
Then he sank down onto his spike.
Drift had to suppress his amazement; he had
taken his spike in one go without trying again. When Ratchet started to rock, Drift groaned;
this valve was rough and quite wet and it would make him very hot.
"You look like you weren't expecting this." Ratchet laughed and moved slowly into him.
"Then you'll soon be more than surprised. I've made every bot scream so far; everyone was
just writhing under me. And I love to wait." Ratchet thrust hard, which made Drift twitch.
"Ohhh...You love to wait." Drift didn't quite understand.
"Ohh yes. It's a power trip, you must know. I decide when you overload. It's all mine,
sometimes I let it out quickly, but other times," Ratchet started to thrust faster at his spike, "I
wait and delay it out."
Drift had to pull himself together not to come right away, this valve was just great. It
stimulated his spike in an unusual way, his head kept hitting Ratchet's ceiling knot and
applying pressure. His spike started to drip and swell further, the bio lights glowing.
"Arrhhh...Ohhh yes Ratchet...please more." Drift begged, he wanted to come to actually
release the pressure. Then Ratchet thrust harder so that his equipment clanked and brought
him up quickly.
"Oh yes. You have such a nice spike Drift. Come on, let go." Ratchet increased his speed and
slammed his valve in.
"AARRR...RATCHETTT...AARRHHHH." Drift went into a hard overload and screamed as
the second wave hit. Ratchet brought him higher and Drift poured himself into him.
After three hard overloads, Drift was panting and had to catch his breath, he called it an
interface. Ratchet knew how to do it and that was not all. When Drift looked up, Ratchet was
kneeling in front of him and had his spike out. It was huge and thicker than anything he had
seen before, it was covered in lots of nubs and bumps to provide an unforgettable pleasure.
The head was also huge, Drift wondered if it would fit in and when Ratchet pumped his
transfluid into him he would probably be filled properly. The length was very long, so he
meant that he had to warm Drift up first.
"You like my spike Drift." Ratchet had to hold back his laughter as he stroked him. "I'm sure
you've been waiting for this." Ratchet put his spike on Drift's stomach and a few drops ran
down him.
"Yes, I have. I'd like you to finish me off." Drift looked down at the beautiful Spike and
Ratchet stroked his servo over it, which twitched happily, making Drift laugh.
"You'll soon stop laughing." Ratchet breathed and slid over him, his spike rubbing over the
folds.
"I'm going to make you squirm." Ratchet rubbed the spike over the base of Drift's.
"I'll make sure you can only scream." He kissed Drift's neck, making him moan. "I'm going to
fill you until you can't anymore." Ratchet stroked his spike up and down, lubricating the folds
and Drift dripping.
"You will then come to me voluntarily and do anything, your valve will then always twitch
with joy."
"Ratchet...please stop torturing me...finish me." Drift's body was already heating up. He
wanted that Spike and pushed his hips towards it.
"Oh no, not so fast." Ratchet pressed the spike lightly against Drift's knot and stroked over.
"You can do better than that." He kept pressing lightly on the valve, then rubbed his spike
against Drift's and rubbed the knot again.
"Beg me, tell me what to do."
Drift felt servos holding his hips down. "Ohhh please Ratchet, I want you to impale me, I
want the spike inside me, please, please...ohhh."
"You say that so nicely." Ratchet placed the spike against Drift's folds, rubbed a little and
penetrated slightly.
"I should warn you that my spike has many upgrades." Ratchet pushed his head through the
folds and waited for Drift to adjust.
"You're going to experience some things through this."
Drift felt the thick head penetrate the folds, he gasped as the valve stretched. "What do you
mean...some things...ohhh." Drift moaned.
"Well. My spike can show your valve a lot. It will be twice as thick." Ratchet pushed the
thick length in now and rubbed Drift's knot to lubricate it.
"I don't want to spoil the surprise for you." He said and pushed himself further in.
When Drift heard that he had to moan again, even more loudly, wondering how much
transfluid would fit into him. He twitched when the spike was almost all the way in, Ratchet
pulled it out a bit and then back in again.
"Come on. Push it in... I don't want to wait any longer... ohhh." Drift wanted to push against
him but Ratchet held him tight.
"Let me do it or you'll hurt yourself. Then hold on tight." Ratchet pushed himself all the way
in with a jerk and made Drift cry out. Then he rocked a little. "You're so tight. Come on,
lubricate something, I know you're excited and I know what will help you."
Drift groaned when the fat spike was in, that was quite something. He had to tear open his
eyes when the spike in him swelled up, that's unbelievable. It felt like a soft balloon that was
constantly exerting pressure on his walls, Ratchet started to thrust slowly and Drift's walls
were stimulated by the nubs. Then it started to vibrate and brought Drift higher.
"Ohhhh...Primus Ratchet...that feels great, please more." Drift groaned as Ratchet got
faster.
"You can have it. I'll take it all. Come on Drift, first overload." Ratchet grabbed his spike
with the servo and pumped him.
"Ratchet ohhhh...I'm going to ARRRHHHH...ARRR...OHHH". Drift arched as the
overload hit him. Ratchet continued and brought him up again. "Ohhh...RATCHETTT
YEEEEESSSSS...AARRR". Then Ratchet filled him and the spike grew.
Drift felt the spike enlarge and swell to twice its size, he screamed as Ratchet started his
rhythm again.
"Oh Primus, ohhh Primus...please keep filling me up... ohhh". Drift felt the armor getting hot
and felt his blanket knot being hit again and again until he fell over again. "AARHHH...that's
good...ARRHH."
"Ohh nice. You have a good outlet". Ratchet moaned over him and let his spike twitch
happily, he filled Drift again.
"Now comes something big Drift".
Ratchet felt the pressure, as a medic he had more fluid in him than others. He injected into
Drift again, then once more. When he moved again Drift twitched under him and his body
would soon overload again.
Drift noticed that Ratchet heard a slap every time he penetrated him, the lubricant sloshing
around in him a little.
"Ohhh, no one has ever done that before...ARRHHH". Drift tugged desperately
at the restraints as he came again, while Ratchet came again with a moan, filling him more
and more.
"Arhhh...ohhh Ratchet I am...ohhh Primus that's great."
Ratchet had filled him so much that his belly was bulging, Drift felt that he was full.
"You've got a nice belly." Ratchet stroked and squeezed him, which moved the lubricant.
"Such a good bot, I know you'll scream again."
Drift felt Ratchet thrust into him again and noticed that an overload was approaching. When
his spike was stroked he fell over again, he overloaded himself three times. After a few clicks
Drift twitched and Ratchet looked down smiling.
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time." Ratchet pulled the spike out and watched as the
lubricant flowed out of Drift, a lot flowed out while Drift moaned.
"I think you need some rest."
Drift noticed that the bonds had been loosened and was a little relieved. "I can't feel my legs
anymore." Ratchet cleaned him up.
"So good. I'm glad you liked it, now we should recharge a bit." Ratchet lay down next to him
and pulled Drift into his arms.
Drift snuggled closer and was happy to be near Ratchet.
Drift would not forget the night and wanted to go back, the thought of Ratchet made his valve
grease.
When Drift went through the corridors again and looked around, he saw no one. He went on
to the Medbay, when he woke up Ratchet was already gone and he hoped that it had nothing
to do with him.
As he got closer he could see Ratchet, he had just come out of the storage room and was now
drinking his cube.
"Ah Drift. Come here, good that you're awake." Ratchet called him over.
"It's good that you're well... I mean that you're awake again... well, that" Drift fell silent and
sat down on the desk, looking at his spike cover.
"I had to put away the goods that Optimus had brought this morning and you were too
exhausted to get up." Ratchet grinned and looked over Drift. "If you want, you can work
here, I need an assistant and when I'm out and about you can protect me."
"You didn't look like you needed protection. I'd like to now too.-" Drift quickly fell silent and
looked at his codpiece.
"Oh, you haven't had enough yet." Ratchet grabbed his thighs and stroked his codpiece. "I
like that." He sent electric shocks to his array, which made Drift moan.
"Ratchet, I want... ohhh." Drift leaned back a little.
"I like seeing you like that. Lean back." Ratchet stood up and got something from behind.
"I'll give you something nice." Ratchet came back with handcuffs, he took Drift's arms and
tied them to the table.
"You have hooks on the table. Oh Primus." Drift tugged at it briefly.
"That's because some people don't stay seated." Ratchet spread his legs and started licking his
valve. "Such a nice drink. Come open it and show your big spike."
When Drift opened it, Ratchet started to work on his spike thoroughly, his valve was also
paid attention to and Ratchet kept switching between them. After a few clicks, Drift was a
squirming bundle. Then the door opened and First Aid came in.
"Oh. I wanted that.-" He was just about to leave again.
"Don't you dare. Come here. NOW." Ratchet said and First Aid came closer. "Lean back and
get your spike out."
First Aid did as he said and let go of the spike, which Ratchet immediately pumped while he
continued to lick Drift. The spike quickly grew thicker and Ratchet took a vibrator out of the
drawer. He stuffed it into Drift's rear valve. Then he opened his equipment and put pressure
on the spike. He grabbed Drift's thighs and started to push his spike in. As he did so, he
pumped his spike and sank deeper.
"Stand up and go behind me." Ratchet said to First Aid when he was in. "Now push your
spike in, come on Aid, fill my valve."
First Aid stood behind Ratchet and put his spike in, then he penetrated and Ratchet moaned.
"Now finish me off or you'll regret it." Ratchet started to thrust into Drift while First Aid
pushed into his valve behind him. "Yes...ohhh...good...harder, you don't need to be gentle..."
First Aid thrust harder and harder while Drift screamed and moaned on the table, then he had
to overload and filled Ratchet.
"Very good, little one. We'll continue right away." Ratchet pulled out and left Drift lying
there, still twitching. He got a machine from behind.
"NO, RATCHET, NOT THAT." First Aid screamed and wanted to run to the door, but
Ratchet grabbed him and lifted him onto the machine. "Oh, please no."
There was a flat, long dildo on it with lots of nubs next to each other, at least fifty of them,
pointing upwards like lots of little vibrators. When First Aid sat on it, the nubs penetrated his
valve, some sat on his knot and a longer one pushed into his rear array. Then Ratchet tied his
legs to the floor, tied his arms with a rope that he threw over a hook in the ceiling and pulled
so that First Aid couldn't move. Then he took another rope and tied him to the machine.
"I know you love this machine, you'll scream for me." Ratchet must have seen Drift's
questioning look. "This is my sex machine, one with lots of little vibrators that can drive a
mech crazy. We're going to do that too." Ratchet turned it on and went back to Drift while
First Aid whined behind him.
"Now for us both." Ratchet loosened the restraints a little so Drift slid forward before he
refastened them.
"What are you going to do?" Drift saw Ratchet sit down in front of him and ripped his optics
open, just the right height to sit on his spike. "Ratchet, no."
"It'll be fun. Aid, don't scream like that." Ratchet went over and put a gag on First Aid before
coming back. Then he sat down and smiled at Drift. "Ready for it, little one."
Ratchet lifted him up a little before sitting down, then pulled Drift down on his spike. After a
while he felt Ratchet's spike pulsing inside him and starting to thrust, all on its own.
"Ohhh...Ratchet your spike...ohhh...please faster." Drift moaned over him, he tugged at the
restraints but they were too tight.
"But we have time, I'll take it slow." Ratchet leaned back and watched with pleasure as he
bucked as the vibrations got stronger. "Good bot. Come on, let it go. First Aid is starting to
drip too and has already overloaded."
He really had. The lube ran down and he twitched like crazy, his thighs were shaking and he
couldn't get away. He just overloaded again and tugged at the restraints.
Drift howled as Ratchet's spike grew thicker and he reached his overload.
"AARRR...ARRHHHH...RATCHETTT." Drift twitched and the flap tightened around the
spike.
"Very nice little one. Louder, I want to see more." Ratchet watched him as he overloaded
himself and was happy about it. "Good... ohhh... then we can sit here." Ratchet overloaded
himself into him and leaned back again.
Drift came three more times before Ratchet felt sorry for him and First Aid, then the rest of
the day went more calmly. Drift thought it was nice to have someone who followed his
interests. Especially someone who liked him too, even for what he had done. He was just
making his way to Ratchet, as he had finished cleaning up the camp, when Optimus came
towards him.
"Hello Drift, I hear you're doing your job quite well." Optimus said in his dark voice.
"Yes. Ratchet gave me a chance, I think that's very good." Drift looked up at Optimus. "I
never thought I would be able to start over here."
"Normally I would have had to arrest you too, but because of Ratchet you bought yourself
some time and trust." Optimus narrowed his eyes a little. "But I hope you won't choose the
wrong side again, that would be very tragic."
"And I hope you trust me to keep the beginning." Drift said to him hopefully.
"I do. Every sentient being has the right to make amends and to recognize their mistakes. You
too, Drift. I wish you much success." Optimus left again.
Drift went to Ratchet to see if he needed help. He was just going through the files.
"I see Optimus spoke to you, he wanted to see how things went." Ratchet looked up. "I told
him that you would stay with me for the first time and help me. That way you have
something to do."
"I can't thank you enough, even though I'm not worth it." Drift said sadly.
"You are worth it and you are something very special. You should never forget that." Ratchet
pulled him towards him and pressed Drift tightly to his chest plate. "I am sure you can
achieve a lot and if you have problems or troubles then come to me. No matter what it is, you
can always talk to me about it."
"I will. It's great to have a friend again." Drift was happy.
"That's it. You're always welcome here. Not just to warm my bed, I always need help. Even if
I have to leave here again, I'll take you with me." Ratchet stroked his back.
"Thank you Ratchet. For taking care of me." Drift snuggled into his neck. Finally he had a
place where he could stay. And where he was wanted, not having to constantly fight for
survival and having a friend.
End Notes
If you would like to see a certain character with Ratchet, please write.Write down what kind
of story you are hoping for. A romance, a comedy with Ratchets as a wrench-throwing
paramedic, one about getting to know someone for the first time, a dirty story or just a
friendly one. Pick something. I am always happy to receive new suggestions and ideas about
what you hope to achieve. There is just one thing to keep in mind
1- Ratchet will never take on a submissive role
2- Ratchet will never be a Decepticon for me
I am currently writing something with Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Ratchet
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