Try something new

Chapter Summary

Doing something new is not good, especially if you can't do anything

When Sandor woke up he was clean again and there was a cube on the table next to him.

Ratchet was lying next to him and had a data pad in his servo. He seemed to read a lot, no

wonder he was so smart, a quality he also admired. He admired the beautiful profile for a

while and especially the beautiful curves with that tail, Ratchet was really beautiful.

"You're back, sweetheart." Ratchet touched his chest and rubbed circles, stroking his sides.

"You were just amazing. No partner has ever lasted that long."

"I just like you Ratchet." Sandor looked at him. "That was a great night. I hope it wasn't the

only one."

"I'm not giving you up anytime soon, sweetheart." Ratchet pulled him onto his lap, tucked his

legs under him, their arrays on top of each other and him against his chest. "I have ideas for

many more nights."

"I actually always wanted to stay here. You have a great rear end. Everything else is great too.

Most people don't want me because I have a submissive nature to me," said Sandor.

"Oh, I'm glad, now I can take my time with everyone." Ratchet moved his tail, which made

Sandor hot.

"I can do so much with you then. I like to take a dominant position." Ratchet opened his

panel.

"So I ratchet...oh." Lubricant ran down Sandor.

"I think I need to take care of that before we can rest. Open up. Show me your pretty spike."

Ratchet rubbed his rear against him teasingly. Sandor let go of his spike, it was immediately

taken and stroked, which quickly made it thicker. Then Ratchet pushed it into his valve and

pushed Sandor down his rear. In one go he was in Ratchet's valve, then there was another slap

on his rear before the hips moved.

"If you fix my line in the Medbay tomorrow, I'll show you something special." Ratchet

purred. "I have a nice record. You need a reward too."

"Reward...ahhh." Sandor moans.

"I won't spoil the surprise for you. But you'll scream too." Ratchet looked at him maliciously.

"Now come on, overload. We still need to rest." Ratchet gave him a few hits with his valve

and pushed him down, then he fell over. They cleaned everything up before they lay down.

Ratchet took him in his arms.

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Sandor was awakened by a tingling sensation, something was stroking his spine down to his

rear, his sides were also being stroked which made him tremble briefly. He stretched closer to

the feeling, then something wet on his neck, it moved down his back which made him open

his optics.

"Good morning, Sweetpack." Ratchet lay on top of him and held him tight.

. "I could always wake up like this." Sandor looked up lovingly and stuck his tail up.

"Especially with a beauty in front of me."

"Flattering. I like to see a nice rear end in front of me." Ratchet smacked him, making him

gasp as he turned him over and held him in place.

"Especially when it's at my mercy. Do you want to buy me a drink for the morning?" He

gently stroked my control panel.

"You have to make me do that," Sandor challenges him.

"I will, sweetheart. We'll have to spend some time together before you have to leave." Ratchet

looked at him amused before he pulled the handcuffs out of his subspace, connected his

servos and tied them to the top of the bunk.

"And I still have time to torture you. I really enjoy it."

"Do you always have those things with you?" He tugged at them. But Ratchet knew how to

tie up things.

"Oh, I've got a lot to carry around." Ratchet placed cushions under his tail to raise it and

stroked his board. "Now relax, we still have a whole cycle to go."

Ratchet began to kiss and lick his control panel, his servos massaging his hips and sending

small loads through. He pushed the glossary between the seams and tapped the numbers on

the control panel. Sandor pulled it back, releasing the valve. A slow lick along his folds

followed by a nibble, then the glossary went between the folds and licked his walls. Sandor

arched his back as the glossary licked the knot, over and over before giving it a few smacks,

then sucking on it.

"Oohhhh...yes...please...more...ohhh...I love it...when you...eat me...."

Sandor really loved it.

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetie, you taste good too." Ratchet flicked his knot again.

"I'm looking forward to you coming to the Medbay. The first thing I'm going to do is lay you

over my desk and eat you." Ratchet folded his folds again and pushed two digits in to pump.

"And then I'll show you the special bed where I'll tie you up and leave you there."

"Leave it there...arrrrrrhhh...Ratchet." He pumped it further, inserted a third digit and

touched the bottom knot.

"Of course I want to see you moan." He pulled on his bundle next to the knot, he knew where

his spots were. Sandor bent over again. "I love it when you bend over. Should I eat you until

you're overloaded?"

"Yes...please...I aarrhh...want your...thorn in me too." Sandor loved it.

"Oh you're going to get it." Ratchet sucked hard on his knot. "Let everyone hear how much

you enjoy it."

"Aaarrrhhhh...RATCHETTT...yes suck me dry...AAHHHHHH." Oh yes he lived

it. Ratchet drank his valve dry, he even lifted his rear like a chalice.

"That was delicious, sweetie. You deserve my spike for that." Ratchet put his tail back down

and took out his spike. "Your valve is ready for me, then I can show you something else."

Ratchet pushed himself in until he reached the ceiling knot, looking down at it mischievously

before stopping. Sandor was already wondering what he was going to do when the spike

grew thicker and began to thrust rapidly.

"Oooohhhh...God Ratchet...move...please."

"I'm moving, sweetheart. Come and show me your climax." He leaned forward. "So I can

throw you across the bunk afterwards. You lie there well, so ready and submissive."

"Aaarrh...AAHHHHHH...OHHH GOD...." Sandor moved his tail up.

"Well, now we can continue." Ratchet started thrusting into him.

Since he was lying on the pillows, his rear was facing upwards and Ratchet could really press

himself into him. That thick spike had so many ridges and grooves, everything was satisfied,

not a single spot was left out. His knots were being rubbed and he was quickly approaching

climax.

"AARRHHHHH...RATCHET...FILL ME." He did so. Immediately afterwards he fell

over again.

"We should do this more often in the morning." Ratchet looked at him. "Now we should

clean ourselves up. You can use my clothes rack."

Sandor cleaned himself, every part of himself so that no one could make any false remarks.

He just couldn't get to his back, but Ratchet helped him and scrubbed him down, and also

massaged him. When he was ready, he gave Ratchet a kiss and made his way to the lounge.

He got his ration and before he sat down at the table he saw Blurr in the back corner waving

at him.

"Hello Blurr." He said happily.

"It seems the night was good." Blurr looked at him mischievously. "I hope Ratchet took good

care of you."

"Yes, very good. I think he's great. His broad shoulders, his strong armor with these

wonderful colors and especially his tail." Sandor made a dreamy expression

"It looks like you're a little bit in love too." Blurr touched his shoulder. "You two would be a

good match. Why don't you just tell him?"

"Are you crazy?" Sandor is frightened. "How should I tell him? I just can't."

"Why don't you give him a present. I think he likes Energon treats."

"That's not so bad. I still have a box from Cybertron. They were the most expensive ones

back then. I'll bring them to him later." Sandor seemed a little relieved.

"Hey Sandor, how about the two of us." It was Tailgate. "We could bunk together for a

while."

"You're really asking me that. Sorry, I'm not interested." Sandor made his way to his quarters.

Since he was a good cook, he set about making the treats, all he needed was a few

ingredients. He got some powder, candy and pearls. When the layer was ready, he added the

candy, wrapped it around it and waited until the mixture was solid, then sprinkled out the

powder and then the pearls. He made several treats in many colors, with the pearls depicting

Ratchet's name.

Then he got his old box, it had plush cuffs in it, shock collars, vibrators of an older design but

still very good, and a fan with several small vibrators attached to it, it was a wonderful

feeling when they all hit. There were also handcuffs that tightened themselves and his old

dildo.

When it was in the valve, it really shook you, and after a while it would turn clockwise on its

own and deal out blows. Ratchet would definitely be pleased about that, he hadn't had anyone

to play with for a long time because he was in a submissive position. It was time to go to

Ratchet.

Sandor was on his way to Medbay when some bots with bumps came towards him. He

cautiously entered the station, Ratchet was in the back and muttered.

Sandor crept closer cautiously, admiring the tail, and hugged him around the waist, pressing

his head into Ratchet's back and humming soothingly.

"Sandor, it's you." Ratchet turned around and wrapped his arms around him. "I hope you had

a good day."?

"I think it will only get better when I see you." He tried to cheer Ratchet up. "I brought you

something, I hope you like it." Sandor put the box on the table.

Ratchet stepped closer and opened it, his joy was visible in the front panel, he immediately

took one to try it out.

"You really made an effort, I've never seen anything like it before." Ratchet chewed with

relish.

"I made them myself and then I found something else." Sandor put the box down and opened

it, Ratchet widened his eyes. "I never had one to play with."

"A nice collection, we'll probably have something to do this evening." Ratchet held up the

fan. "But first we still have work to do."

Ratchet showed him the leak. He immediately set about closing it. He had to lie on his back

to reach it. But the work was difficult because Ratchet started to stroke his stomach, the

gentle movements drove him crazy. He also stroked his hips.

"Ratchet, that distracts me...ohh." Now he massaged his hips as well. "You know, I'm not

finished yet...ohhhh Primus." He really stroked his array

"What? Am I distracting you, Sweetpack?" Ratchet reached for something. He pulled out a

buzzing flat device and pulled it across his stomach, circling it before moving to his hip. He

pressed it into various seams and pulled it across his array.

"Come on, that's...ohhh...mean." said Sandor.

"Mean, oh I'm not mean yet." Ratchet put the device on his stomach and headed off to his

desk to do some things.

Well that was great, how was he supposed to work if the thing kept stimulating him? His

stomach and his array were humming, it felt good but he couldn't concentrate. Sandor hurried

to finish, the cables were cut off, the sides were welded and the partition was pushed back in

place. It was good that it was done, now he could go back to Ratchet so that the stupid device

would disappear, as he didn't have anything else planned.

"I'm finished, everything is as good as new." Sandor moved in front of him.

"Very good, then we can start now." Ratchet took the device off and put it away again. "I

hope you haven't forgotten it. Come on, sit back."

As Sandor did so Ratchet walked around the table and got out the handcuffs, he grabbed his

servos and tied them, then tied them to a hook on the table. He returned and brought large

rings, grabbed one of his legs and pulled it to the table leg, it clicked as it was attached to a

hook, then he did the same with the other leg. Sandor couldn't move at all now.

"Then let's get started, sweetheart, before I tie you to the plate later." Ratchet sat down on a

chair and stroked his thighs. "Come on, open up, I know you love it when I eat you out."

Sandor opened his panel, oh yes he liked being eaten out and Ratchet was fantastic at it. He

felt something soft moving against his folds, the sides were slowly licked one by one before

Ratchet licked his knot. Carefully and slowly the knot was slurped, then he flicked it and

kissed it before he pulled the glossary between his folds and penetrated deeply.

"Ohhh...Ratchet that feels good." Sandor liked that so much. Then a deep lick and the

Glassar was back at his knot and working on it. "Ohhhh...yes more...Arhhh...Ratchet

please."

"Don't worry, there will be more." Ratchet looked at him dangerously before inserting a

number and pumping him. "Especially afterwards, you'll scream. This is just the warm-up

phase."

"What...but...ohhh...I can take it...anything ohhhh." Ratchet had inserted a second

digit and was twisting it, shearing the digits and pumping more. His valve was also being

licked more. "OOHHH...yes more...ARGHHH." Ratchet sucked on his knot and drove

him closer to climax, inserting the third digit and thrusting harder.

"Come on, little one, we still have two cycles left." Ratchet flicked his gossar at the knot and

redoubled his efforts. "I have to show you your new toy, now overload."

"ARRRGHHH...YES...OHHHH MAN...RATCHETTTT". Sandor twitched and

finally fell over. That was very good again but before he could say anything his spike was

grabbed.

Ratchet started stroking him, pressing on his head and pumping him. The other servo

continued to rub his valve. "Come on, round two." With that, he licked long stripes from his

spike.

Ratchet swallowed it and groaned, his glossary working him very skillfully, up and down.

Sandor turned into a moaning bundle and tugged at the bonds. Then the glossary went over

his head, fluttered over the slot and went back down before going back up.

"Ohhh...please Ratchet...I'm coming closer again." His thorn had already grown really

thick again. But he kept going, his poor valve.

"You know how to address me so that there is some relief." Ratchet sucked harder now, but

just before his climax he stopped and let him come down before starting again.

"You can't tease me like that... ohhhhh... please... arrhhh." Ratchet played with him and

enjoyed it. Again, no orgasm.

"How bad do you want it?" Ratchet increased the pumping. "Go on, beg me."

"Arrrhhh...Please master...I have to...ohhhhhhh". And Ratchet obliged. Finally

Sandor fell over, he twitched and groaned to himself, but that was not all. Ratchet's thorn was

outside and waiting for him.

"I hope you're ready, sweetheart, but your valve certainly is." Ratchet pushed against him,

rubbing his spike against the folds. He lubricated his valve, teasing him and squeezing

various spots before he went halfway in. "I enjoyed that." Rachet was in in one leap and

began a fast pace.

Sandor was brought to climax so quickly, when he thought there was more to come he got

really hot. "ARRHHHHH...OHHHH...RATCHETTT...MY GOD...IT'S THAT".

He fell over the edge as Ratchet came inside him.

After a few breems, Ratchet untied him, helped him up and fetched a cube which Sandor

gratefully drank. Then he led him over to the platform.

"This is one of my favorite toys, I also like to use it for punishment." Ratchet grinned

dangerously at him. "You will stay there for the first time and if you disobey you will be

stuck there."

The plate had many shackles and hooks, was very wide, and had many small compartments.

But what caught Sandor's attention was the huge vibrator on it, which had soft spikes, knobs

and grooves, and looked like it could reach anything. Sandor was about to turn around, but

Ratchet prevented him. He grabbed him, lifted him up and put him on the plate.

"You don't want to run away before you've tried it, come on, lean forward." Sandor lay down

on the plate without stepping into the vibrator. "No, sweetie, not like that, come on, put your

valve on the vibrator or I'll do it."

Sandor slowly lowered his valve, it slowly disappeared onto the toy, bit by bit. Ratchet

thought it was taking too long so he pushed him down, stroked his rear as if to calm him

down and then gave him a smack. Then he went forward to grab his arms, he pulled them

forward and tied them to the platform, then he put another strap around his neck before going

behind him. He spread his legs and tied them to the platform as well, then he tightened

another strap around his waist. Sandor couldn't move a muscle.

"Now sweetheart, we can have some fun, you're going to like it a lot." Ratchet sat down on a

chair next to him and turned on the vibrator. "I should tell you that it has six levels and is

very powerful, and just so you don't overload yourself," Ratchet put a plug on his back. "We

don't want you to come too soon, there's still a whole cycle left." Ratchet took his data pad

and just left it lying there.

Sandor quickly realized that there was something wrong with this toy, oh yes, really not. It

pulsed and turned happily in his valve, but that was not all. The grooves stimulated his side

walls in a miraculous way, the spikes knocked and turned everything inside, and the nubs

pulsed in front of each knot. If they were put on it, the pleasure would increase.

"Ratchet I...ohh...more." Sandor wanted to challenge him.

"What's more?" Ratchet looked up and that look was deadly. "You'll be begging me to stop

soon. The next toy is coming soon." With that, he turned the vibrator to the second level.

Unfortunately that wasn't all, right behind Sandor there was a click and a strut appeared from

under the plate. It was long and had a thick vibrator on the end that was already spinning

happily, the toy slowly came closer and pointed to its rear array.

"No, no, no...Ratchet, it's coming closer." He wanted to wriggle away but that wasn't

possible.

"Let's see how you take this, sweetheart." Ratchet watched with pleasure and stroked his back

soothingly as it came closer. "Come on, scream for me, it's almost in."

"AARRhhh...holy...my oh god...Ratchet." The vibrator had penetrated, it was really

thick and stretching his valve, it twisted and hummed inside him.

"You look so very good." Ratchet stood there with the fan. "Time to try it out, let's see if you

can twitch."

Rachet stroked his shoulders with it, circled around and slowly moved it down his back. He

alternated between circling and pulling it to his stern, always moving along there before

going up again. Oh, it felt good when his whole body was in turmoil, he could have

overworked himself too, but he couldn't.

"Well, don't you want to moan for me, the third level is coming up soon." Ratchet leaned over

to him. "And then it gets really fun." He put the fan on him so that his whole back was

covered. Then he sat down again and turned the toys to the third level.

"AARGHH...AAHHH...yes please Ratchet...OHHHHH...ARGHHH". It was so

nice, he twitched and wanted to writhe but the bonds held him back. So he could only moan,

his valve was really being worked on, the nubs had hit his knots, everything was being

stimulated and pulsing. His rear was already trembling when he thought about the fact that

there were still three stages.

"Okay, little one, I have to get something, so you stay here until then." Ratchet stood up and

ran over to a box.

"ARRGHH...NO YOU...CAN'T...OHHHH": He had probably overloaded it at least

once.But it was meant to be that way.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back." Ratchet put a gag on him. Then he pressed a button under

the plate and Sandor's thorn fell through. Something moved and covered the thorn, something

soft at the tip and the other was full of nubs. "So, sweetie, I'll be back in ten Breems, have

fun." Ratchet went out and pressed the button first, the device around the thorn started

moving.

"MMHH...MRMM...NGRRRRHH." There's no way Ratchet left him lying there. His

cock was being raped, it was throbbing and pulsing around him while it was spinning around

the head and fluttering over the tip. His rear end was already getting hot, just like his valve

which was dripping non-stop.

When Ratchet returned, he was greeted by a beautiful sight. Sandor was twitching and

shaking while the toys continued to play, his valve had dripped so much that it had formed a

puddle and everything was swollen, even his spine. As he stepped closer to him, he stroked

his spine.

"NNHGGGGRRR...MMHMMM...OHHH."Sandor was literally shaken.

"Not so fast, there are two more levels." Ratchet stepped in front of him. "Oh, I like you so

much. Now, whenever you disobey, I'm going to strap you to the plate and watch you moan.

Only then it will be two cycles on the third level."

"GGRHHH...NHRRRR." Sandor tugged at the bonds again.

"Now do me something good. Open up." Ratchet let out his spike and pushed it into his

entrance. Sandor immediately started sucking while Ratchet held him tight. "Now I'm going

to ask you two questions. If I don't like the answer, I'll turn the toys up higher. Have you been

staring at my rear for a long time?"

Sandor wanted to answer, but unfortunately now that Ratchet had inserted the spike, nothing

was possible anymore.

"No answer at all, that's not good." Ratchet turned up the fourth level and it started to hum

loudly. Sandor could only suck his thorn without doing anything.

"Second try. Do you want to stay on this record?" Again, there was no answer.

"Well, what a pity, then I guess I'll have to keep going. We still have ten brakes." Ratchet

turned the fifth level in and also increased his spike, which was now twice as big as before.

Sandor's whole body was shaking, it really was a devilish toy, he couldn't even scream or

arch his back. Everything was hot and vibrating, his whole rear was already twitching and

Ratchet showed no mercy. And then the transfluid was already flowing out of him. He felt

Ratchet pouring himself into him and pulling out his spike, now it was flowing out the front

and back, even the rear array was already flowing.

"GGRRRRR...NHHHH...NRGHHH." He finally wanted to overload to relieve this

pressure.

"Well, do you want to overload and scream for me?" Ratchet just watched him suffer. Then

he pulled out his gag. "YOU know what I want to hear, so scream it sweetie." Ratchet turned

the volume up to the sixth level.

"AARGHHH...OHHH PLEASE...HAVE

TO...ARRHHH...CAN'T...OVERLOAD...AARGHHH..." Oh now everything

was on fire. He felt that if he came now it would be the best overload he could have.

"Don't break my bonds, sweetie, show me what you can do." Ratchet removed the plug.

Everything seemed to affect him. The orgasm hit him from all sides.

"AAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHH...AAARRRRR

RRRR."

This force, every knot inside him swelled and pulsated. The walls of his valve contracted

violently and his rear array began to drip, which had never happened before. His mandrel

simply let the lubricant flow, throbbing and squirting. His valve wanted to contract but the

vibrator didn't let it work properly. It just flowed out of him like a jet of water, the valve

twitched and carried on. But that wasn't over. Since everything was off, the vibrator in the

valve continued to run on the second level and brought him back over.

"ARRRGGGHHHHH...RATCHETTTT...AHHHHH...AHRRR." It continued

to twitch inside him and cleared his valve, he was already pulling so hard on the bonds that

he didn't feel anything anymore. And then another wave.

"OHHHHHHHHH...ARGHHHHHHH...PLEASE." Another wave followed and another,

this time weaker.

"Well, you didn't say what I wanted to hear, sweetheart." Ratchet looked at him devilishly.

"Then we'll have to go back up and do the steps again." Ratchet put the plug back in and

turned to the third level.

"NO...OHHH...YOU can't please...Ratchet. Sandor couldn't take it anymore.

"I didn't want to hear that, come on, little one." The fifth stage was running.

"MY GOD...MY VALVE...ARGHHHH...PLEASE PLEASE...RATCHET NO!"

Ratchet turned up the sixth setting and looked at him with his eyes raised while Sandor could

only plead. He was being properly tortured here.

"AARHHHHHHHHHHHH...PLEASE MASTER...I'LL DO IT

ALL:...OHHHH". Finally his orgasm came, Ratchet had loosened the plug and stopped

the vibrator, but Sandor continued to twitch and scream while he pulled harder and harder on

his bonds. He couldn't get away, he was properly attached to the plate and Ratchet liked that

too. When he thought about how they would always do this to him now if he didn't obey or

did something stupid, oh his poor valve.

"How about we go through the steps again, you're so cute when you drip." Ratchet waved the

remote.

"No...ohhhhh...you can't...I'm dripping... .aarhhh." Sandor looked at him beggingly,

if he turned it up again he would scream again.

"I'm afraid you don't have much to say, so we'd better go straight to the fifth level." Ratchet

turned on the toys, which made him twitch again.

"AARGHHH...OHHHH...RACHET...AAARRRRGHHHHHHHH...MY

VALVE PLEASE...CAN'T". That was horrible, his next climax was about to happen.

"You know what I want to hear or we'll keep going all day." Ratchet turned the sixth setting

in, which made him moan even more.

"AAARRRHHHHHHH...ARRRHH...AAARHH...OHHHHH...PLEASE...

.MASTER PLEASE. ...OHHHHH." That was probably the right thing to do.

Ratchet leaned forward dangerously, his servos adjusting his valve while the vibrator turned

down. He would experience all the overloads again as if it were all over again. That was

mean, Ratchet removed his plug and immediately switched to the fourth level

"That was very good, now you can really overload yourself. And I would advise you to

scream." Ratchet turned to the sixth level.

"AA...AGHH...AARHH...AARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHH

NOOOOO...ARGHHHHHHH...RACHETTT. "After the first overload came the

second, then the third and fourth. Sandor just twitched. He was literally on fire.

Ratchet enjoyed the sight, the smaller one was great and the moaning and begging made it

better. He saw him twitch even more as he loosened the strap around his waist, his body

arching and moving back and forth. Since he was still tied up he couldn't get away from the

vibrator, it ran along his spine and pushed down on his rear.

"You did well, sweetheart." Ratchet began to untie him. "Remember, if you're not good,

you'll be back up here for the rest of my shift. I hope you had fun, though."

"I can't feel my lower half anymore." Sandor was still twitching and the lubricant continued

to leak out.

"So good. Well, you made an effort and I had fun." Ratchet stroked his back and his rear.

"Such a beautiful rear. I'm glad it's mine now, I'll have something nice tonight. But first we'll

clean you up."

Ratchet untied him, his body was already really hot and charged. His valve was still dripping

and wouldn't stop, his spike was still running and had doubled in size. "You better remember

that if you disobey, I'll strap you to the second level all day and keep an eye on your

twitching body.

Sandor then went back to his shift, some bots made a few comments as they saw him leave.

Sandor went back to his quarters to bring Ratchet something, he chose long sticks with

powder on them, also a round little cake with a picture of Cybertron on it he took and packed

them up.

The day passed very quickly, and later that evening he found himself standing in front of

Ratchet's door again.

He hoped Ratchet would enjoy the treats.

"Good, you're here." Ratchet led him in.

"I brought you something again, I hope you like it." Sandor gave him the things.

"That's very nice of you, sweetheart." Ratchet put them on his table. "But they are not my

favorite food, it is in front of me." He pulled him closer and kissed him while he pushed

Sandor to the bunk and laid him on it before joining him. "You were a good bot today. Now I

will spoil your body for that." Ratchet got the handcuffs and tied him to the bunk again.

"That's probably why you're tying me up. I'm not going, Ratchet." Sandor gave it a tentative

tug.

"Oh it's not that, but you'll squirm too much." Ratchet purred.

He started kissing him, nibbling on his lip and ravaging his entrance. Then he slowly moved

down his neck, licking the wires and pressing the gloss into his crook. He kissed his neck,

biting various places, making Sandor gasp.

His servos had not been idle, running along his sides, squeezing the drawing spaces and

pulling on cables. His belly was massaged as Ratchet licked his way across his chest, running

up his arms, first one then the other. Sandor lifted his legs and licked them around the medic's

hips, getting him to mount.

"No, sweetheart." Ratchet blew on his gear, making him moan louder. "We have time and I'm

going to taste every part of you, make you squirm. And I'm going to do it nice and slow, the

more you'll be able to moan."

Ratchet took it upon himself to tease him again. He plucked at wires, squeezing and

massaging his hips, then licked the seams around his hips. He kissed his codpiece and licked

the seams next to his array, moving down to his thighs, driving Sandor mad. He wanted his

valve to be attended to and pulled his legs again. Ratchet licked over, finally, sucking on it

and kissing it. Sandor opened quickly, his pressurized spike coming out as well.

Ratchet ran his long fingers over his valve, sucked his knot and brought him up quickly.

Then he grabbed the thorn and massaged it while his glossary licked deeply.

"OHHh... Yes more... right there... arghhh". Ratchet licked and flicked at his knot,

driving him crazy. After several breems of teasing, he finally came.

"ARGGGGHHHH...Ratchet yes...OHHHHH...."

"You did well, do you want my spike now?" Ratchet asked him and ran the tip over his valve

without penetrating it.

"Yes please...I want to...overload with you...ohhhh." Sandor lifted his tail a little. "But could

you...you don't have to hold back...you could me."

"What do you want, sweetie? You can have anything, you just have to ask." Ratchet looked at

him lovingly.

"I want you to take me hard," Sandor said carefully.

"So you want everything? I should throw you across the bunk and hit you with my spike until

you only know my name." Ratchet purred. At his nod, Ratchet entered him with a jerk. He set

a hard pace and hit his spike all the way to the ceiling knot.

"OHHH...Yes, exactly like that...please more...harder." Sandor moved closer to him. His

spike gave a few more hard blows before he fell over.

"ARRRGHHH...YES...OHHHHH...JUST DO

IT...AAARRRHHH...DON'T STOP." Ratchet continued pounding into him, hitting

every single knot. He rocked his hips.

"YES...ohh...sweetheart that's it...scream for me...OHHH...Come let everyone hear

it...SCREAM. MY. NAME." Ratchet twirled his spikes with each word and hit knots that

Sandor didn't even know about.

"AAAARRRHHH...OH RATCHET...I

NEED...ARRGHH...ARHHHHHH...I'LL GIVE YOU MORE:" Sandor really

wanted to be finished.

"You can have it, sweetie... ohhh such a tight valve... so wet just for me... ohhh" Ratchet

lifted his rear end to penetrate even further and Sandor came again.

"OOHHHH...RATCHET...ARGHHHHHHHHHHH...CAN'T TAKE THIS

ANYMORE..." As he weakened and twitched, Ratchet slid out and cleaned him up. Then he

got a cube and sat down next to him.

"Here, drink and then we should recharge." Ratchet stroked him gently and pulled him closer.

"Can I recharge in your arms again?" Sandor asked.

"Of course." Ratchet lay down and pulled him gently into his arms, his engine purring softly

as he stroked his back. "I like it when you do that. You're such a beautiful mech with many

qualities. You won't get rid of me that easily, you belong to me. Charge something up,

sweetheart, I'm here." Ratchet lay down a little on top of him and they both fell into a charge.