Punishments can be worse
Chapter Summary
This is what happens when the punishment gets worse and you also think it's a good
thing.
Chapter Notes
Finally done. I hope you liked it. My next one shot will be available soon. And I'm into
the romance. There will probably only be a female OC and one with Drift and Ratchet in
Dead End.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The day went well, the repairs were completed, the equipment fixed and the lights worked.
Unfortunately, there was a signing incident right after he finished. He and Tailgate had been
working together, and he only had to hold the ladder, which was actually a simple job. He
had to do some fixing to the upper cables because the lights weren't working. When he was
almost finished there was a jolt, Tailgate had tripped over one of the cables he had cut and
had knocked the ladder off. Since he was hanging on to it, he tried to free himself and pulled
on it.
"Tailgate careful otherwise aahh..." Sandor could only let out a scream before he fell down
and right onto the scrap.
He tried to hold on but the ladder slipped away, he fell and tried to hold on to the pipe but in
vain. It broke and Sandor fell to the ground, he felt something crack and pain. It was great, he
had sprained his back above and something had penetrated his lower area.
"Sandor, is everything okay?" Tailgate asked panicked.
"I've been feeling better." He stood up and had to grit his teeth. "I think my back is broken."
That felt terrible.
"Broken isn't the right word, you're hurt, there's something inside." Tailgate ran his hand
along his back. "You should go to Ratchet."
"No, I'm not bothering you with that. You just have to pull it out." Sandor turned his back to
him.
"What, I can't do that." Tailgate didn't want to. "I could hurt you by doing that."
"Don't be silly, anyone can do it. Just pull hard." Sandor turned around again.
"Okay, hold on." Tailgate pulled hard and had the pipe in his servo. "That doesn't look good.
There's a cut wound, but it's not bleeding."
"Then it's good, I'm on my way. Even if it hurts even more now and I can hardly move my
back." Sandor said goodbye and left.
But no matter what he tried, his back wouldn't cooperate, it always hurt no matter how he
moved. He could hardly get up and he didn't want to go to Ratchet, he had better things to do.
He made his way to the lounge, on the way he met Ratchet but he moved on quickly so that
he wouldn't see him. As he sat down at the table, Thavos passed by.
"You're really not feeling well," said Thavos, who had just come back from his early shift. "If
you don't go to Rat with that, he's already looking for you. You know he'll be angry."
"Exactly," said Sandor, "he's getting angry and that's why I don't want to disturb him. God
knows he has enough to do. I don't want to disturb him."
"So you're doing great?" Thavos asked slyly.
"No, my back is killing me." Sandor arched his sides. "It just hurts... ouch." But when he saw
Ratchet on the other side, he thought just not to let him see.
'Hey why don't you go to Ratchet, he seems a bit annoyed.' Thavos pointed to the entrance.
"Okay, I have to go, it was nice. Tell him that I still have things to do and don't want to be
disturbed under any circumstances." He was just about to leave when he heard a voice.
"Sandor, I've been looking for you." Ratchet walked towards him, but he didn't want to talk.
"I have to go." Sandor stood up and wanted to leave.
He was stopped by Ratchet, who blocked the door and gave him an angry look. "And where
are you going to disappear to? You're not hiding anything from me, are you?"
"I'm not hiding anything from you, ever." He tried to move past, when that didn't work he
tried to push him away but he couldn't compete with Ratchet's strength.
"You know you can come to me with anything and you don't have to hide anything." Ratchet
grabbed him and pulled him closer. "Besides, I don't like this."
"Thanks too," he winced, his back pain was killing him. "I should then..."
"Something's wrong." Ratchet wanted the truth, but he was also worried. And don't you dare
lie."
"I've never felt better." This stupid back.
"Did you hide an injury from me?" Ratchet came dangerously close. He let go of him briefly.
"No, just a little... well, pain in the back." He tried to take a step back with each word, but
Ratchet pushed him against the wall.
"And you thought I didn't need to know. You should know better. My Medbay, now." Ratchet
was getting angry now.
"I don't really have to." Sandor tried again.
"What didn't you understand right away?" Then he was grabbed and dragged through the
halls. Further and further to his medbay. Sandor tried to pull himself away, but that bordered
on judgment. When they were there, Ratchet pointed to the bunk.
"Lie down with your stomach down and I don't want to hear any backtalk."
"But Ratchet, I..." But he didn't get far.
"DON'T COME TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU LIE DOWN THERE. RIGHT NOW!" He
raised his voice and pointed again.
Sandor quickly hurried to do as he was told, observing Ratchet at the same time. He went to
the cupboards and got equipment and medicine to patch up the wound. When he came back
he took... oh holy shit a syringe. Sandor hated syringes, he was about to get up when a servo
pushed him down on the way back.
"Do you want to disobey to avoid your treatment?" Ratchet breathed. "I won't tolerate that,
sweetheart."
"Just a little disobedient." Sandor looked up at him mischievously.
"I won't let you get away with this." He gave him a hard smack on his tail, making Sandor
yelp, then he pushed him down and leaned over him, stroking his back. "I'm afraid I'll have to
tie you to the plate for two cycles later." Ratchet stroked his tail and smacked him again.
"I'm sure when your valve is really wet you'll be more obedient and believe me it will be fun,
there's a bigger vibrator on the plate. It has even more spikes and it pumps too"
He gave him three more blows on his stern.
"Ouch...ouch...ouch. That won't be necessary, I'm good." Sandor shrank.
"I'll decide. You'll get on the plate later and that's not negotiable. Now stay still, I have to put
the syringe in my neck to numb everything." Ratchet gently stroked his neck before putting
the syringe in and pressing it in. "Why didn't you come?"
"I didn't mean to disturb you, you were busy... ouch..." Ratchet took a rag and wiped
everything clean. Then he put disinfectant on a cloth and rubbed it.
"Hush, sweetheart, everything's fine. I'm here." Ratchet noticed that he was in pain, he was
twitching, he gently stroked it and calmed him down. "You're doing well. Now I'm going to
get the two splinters out."
Ratchet took a pair of tweezers and forceps, carefully pushed them into the wound and pulled
out the splinters. He grabbed a gel and squeezed it into the wound, which was supposed to
help it heal faster. Then he took a piece of retina and sewed it up.
"Well done. Now to the others. Tell me if it hurts." Ratchet felt his shoulder blades and back
until Sandor cried out. "Good, there's a strut that's slipped. I'll massage it out after I've fixed
it."
Ratchet pressed on the spot, causing Sandor to cry out, adjusted the brace and welded it on.
When he was finished, the injection had worn off, but he gave him some painkillers. Then he
got a warming gel from the cupboard before putting the bed down. Ratchet swung his leg
over it, sat on his hip and rocked his rear a little, causing him to groan.
"Don't think you can avoid your punishment." Ratchet took some gel and started to massage
his back. And he did it really well.
"Punishment, but not the plate again, I'll be good too...ohhh." Ratchet was really good at
massaging.
"I will judge that. But you won't be able to avoid it, so far all the bots have obeyed me."
Ratchet finished massaging him thoroughly before releasing him.
Sandor had a terrible feeling all day, this record was tough. Which didn't mean that he didn't
have fun, it was incredible there. But if he had more ideas or there were more things he didn't
know about, that made things much more difficult. Sandor wanted to eat something quickly
before heading off to Ratchet, it was sure to be a long meeting. He reached the lounge, there
wasn't much going on, most were still at work and so Sandor looked for a familiar face. He
was lucky to find one and sat down next to Blurr.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked. "You were hurt. But Ratchet will patch you up. He always
does."
"Yes, but he was angry." Sandor lowered his head slightly. "He wants me for that... well, he
just wants me." He couldn't finish.
"Let me guess. He wants to punish you." When Sandor nodded, he continued. "Ratchet is
very good at punishing, many bots are completely different. So what will he do to you? You
can tell me."
"He wants to strap me to this record for two cycles." Sandor saw his shocked expression.
"You know the record?"
"Who doesn't know them?" Blurr became anxious. "That's a very bad punishment. Ratchet
can tie you up so tightly that you can't move a muscle. And then there are the toys. I've heard
that things come out everywhere. And there are lots of vibrators for the valve. If he's in a bad
mood, he'll stick two in your valve."
"Two don't fit. And why punish, does he do that often?" Sandor felt uncomfortable.
"He already strapped me down there, but it wasn't a horror."
"Then he held back." Drift came to them, he had probably just finished his patrol and sat
down. "Believe me, the first time will be easy. Everyone here knows the record."
"Are you saying it's going to get worse?" Sandor looked at Drift.
"Absolutely. I've been on it before." Drift shuddered. "My valve was taken out by a huge
vibrator, but he can put two in you. Then shock rods came out of the sides, not pretty."
"There are also lots of vibrators coming out of the sides, all of which can be stimulated,"
Blurr added. "And someone is said to have had their rear spanked."
"The plate can also rotate." Drift leaned forward. "And Ratchet will ride you after your spike
has been stimulated, he loves doing that. How do you think you'll howl?"
"He once stuck ten small vibrators in me," said Blurr. "My rear was raised so they wouldn't
slip out. Some came out the sides and messed me up, don't ask about the valve, it was
humming away. While Ratchet just sat there."
"Listen to me you two." Sandor hit
the rudder on the table." Now I'm panicking even more. This is going to be terrible."
"No, worse." Drift said. At his questioning look he pointed to the door. Ratchet was standing
there. And he came closer
"What time is it, anyway?" asked Sandor.
"Just after six." Blurr left. So Sandor was already late.
"I'm already waiting for you." Ratchet stood behind him. "You're late, sweetheart, and I won't
tolerate that."
"Now you know I have listened to stories."Sandor became meek.
"You're coming with me right now." Without listening to any words, he grabbed him and
dragged him into the room to the medbay.
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Once they were inside, Ratchet locked the door and took him to the plate, which looked even
more dangerous to Sandor than before. That was probably because of what he had heard and
that made him a little afraid of the unpredictable.
"Ratchet, we shouldn't, I've heard stories." He tried. He might as well have been talking to the
wall.
"Believe me, you don't even know everything." Ratchet threw him onto the plate and
strapped his arms to the top. "Because the plate has a lot of accessories."
He spread his legs and tied them as well as his waist which was again strapped on, then he
pushed a head which brought his rear higher.
"There is a lot we can do. But first we start at the back, or should I say at the rear."
Ratchet sat down and started reading while Sandor waited to see what would happen. He
thought that nothing had happened and that he would just lie there. There was a click, now
it's starting. First a shock rod came out and went straight to his rear, there was an electric
shock to his panel. Then lots of small struts with balls came out of the sides, they sat on his
sides and knocked him off. But the worst was yet to come, and he thought it was going to be
nice.
There was a whirring sound, something was moving behind his stern, hopefully not a
vibrator. It was worse, two rods came up and on each one was... a paddle. He didn't want to
spank his stern. Sandor tugged at his bonds, the rods moved into position, each one aimed at
a seat.
"I won't make it easy for you." Ratchet came closer and began to remove the armor on his tail
with skillful servos so that he could feel the pain even more. "We want you to feel the
punishment."
"No, please, Ratchet, don't do that." Ratchet had removed the armor with skillful movements,
and now the prototype was exposed and helpless against the paddles. It was a punishment.
"Ratchet, please, please, please don't." One head was pressed and his tail was raised even
further.
"Begging won't help you." He stroked his rear end. "Afterwards you'll just be able to scream,
if it's too much you have the safe word." Ratchet sat down.
Great, his tail was completely exposed and he couldn't move a thing, on his prototype it
would hurt even more. The paddles moved into position, they were made of rubber, which
makes them painful, were wide with a small hollow that was perfect for enclosing an entire
seat. Nothing would be spared.
The first paddle swung, oh no, now it came, shot forward and landed with a slap on his stern.
That wasn't bad, it probably didn't have enough power to hurt. The second paddle slapped the
other seat while the other one rose again. Then another blow, harder this time, the next blow
and the next. Sandor groaned, it was bearable, after ten blows he was still fine. Then the plate
at the front sank down and brought the stern up, the paddles adjusted again. Only this time it
would be even stronger in this position. His legs were pulled together so that the stern almost
stuck out and was ready for blows. Sandor tugged at the bonds but it was no use, the plate
under his stern shifted so that his stern was completely free and ready for blows that almost
hit his valve.
The first paddle descended and hit the seat with a loud slap.
"Ouch... that was... ouch." Sandor moaned, now it was really starting. "Ouch... ouch...
ohhh" Two more hits. His legs were suddenly pushed together and the tail was even better
positioned for the paddles.
"Ouch." SMACK. This one was painful, the paddles continued to swing, a few clicks later.
"AUU...OHH." SMACK. Next blow. Sandor was really howling, now the stick was getting
stronger too.
"Ouch...my rear...ouch...my valve."
Another blow followed, and another, the thing thrashed him. The shock rod always settled on
his valve after two blows. Then the paddles swung further and the blows were delivered
faster and harder. His rear was already sore and he was howling to himself.
"Ratchet...ow...please...ow...my...ow.ow.ow...ohhh." It was only hitting his rear end, his
valve was already greasy. The blows were slowly wearing off, but he liked this dominant
manner. "OW...OW...OW...OH PLEASE OW...OWUUUAUU...RATCHET
IS...I'M...OWU...SORRY."
"Well, you must like it when you're wet." Ratchet stroked his tail and ran his digit through the
folds and stopped the paddles.
"Thanks my stern, uhhh...Ratchet." He noticed Ratchet grinning at him as he raised the servo
ready to continue where the paddles left off.
"No, you can't do that."Sandor looked miserable.
"Oh but I want to." The servo lowered but stopped just before his tail. Ratchet saw him
squirming. "I've wanted to spank your protoform the whole time. I wanted to know how your
sweet tail trembles under me." Ratchet stroked the folds again and raised the servo. "You're in
a nice position, you can't squirm away and I can just start hitting you."
Ratchet lowered the servo and hit the seat with a smack. Then he punched the others, stroking
the tail after each blow. But Sandor just whined, sensitive to the paddles.
"Your rear is so soft and needy. I love hitting it." Ratchet hit him again. "I should spank you
more often, you make lovely noises, I could give you a few smacks every night before I put
you to bed." Four more smacks and Sandor started to drip.
"Well sweetie, I hope you learned from this." Ratchet was next to him. "Then we can
continue now."
There were two more pretty strong hits before it stopped. Then there was a click and the plate
disappeared under him except for the shackles that held him, and he hung in the air for a
moment. The plate that Sandor was lying on rose up, there was a transformation and it
reappeared on his back, then the shackles loosened to reattach themselves. Then it sank and
he was tied up again, his rear lifted and the plate tilted slightly.
"I have lots of toys for you, sweetheart." Ratchet came back with a basket full of vibrators, all
different sizes and colors. "Let's see what I can stuff inside you."
Ratchet picked out four small eggs, then he took two thick ones with grooves and four round
ones with spikes and a square one. He connected all the vibrators with a cord. He opened his
valve manually.
"Oh, you're already wet, so I can get started." Ratchet grinned.
He took a thick one and pushed it into the valve all the way to the bottom, then he pushed in
two eggs, two with spikes.
"I'm going to fill your beautiful valve. You're going to feel fat"
Then he put the thick one in again, watching with pleasure as they all went through the folds,
he pushed it between the others and it stuck out at the top.
"It's getting fantastic, you're full of toys."
"Ratchet, they won't all fit in. My valve." Sandor tugged at the bonds.
"They fit in, your valve is wet." Ratchet pushed two more eggs and the ones with the spikes
in, the top ones were directly under his knot. His valve was full. And the plug was there
again.
"Well, pretty then we should get started. Every time you reach your overload, even if you
can't overload, the next two vibrators will turn on. You better hold on."
Ratchet sat down and pressed the button. The two lower balls immediately started to
stimulate him, they hummed to themselves. Unfortunately, after a few Breems, Sandor was
approaching climax, he wasn't allowed to, then the next two would start. But it made it
difficult because Ratchet was stroking his hips. That brought him closer, but there was no
orgasm, instead the two spiked vibrators started. The spikes stimulated the walls in a
wonderful way, even where the lower nodes were.
"OHHH...Ratchet...my valve, get the others out." Sandor looked up pleadingly.
"No sweetheart, I won't spoil this wonderful experience for you if everything wears out your
valve." Ratchet sat down again. "And then you come back on the plate, the big vibrator is
already waiting for you or I'll put two on you."
"No Ratchet...ohhh...I...man that's good.." Sandor winced as he came even closer, but
this climax was also denied and the large vibrator started up, making him moan.
"Ohhhh...no God...Ratchet please five gasps...ahhh."
"No, you have to do all ten or I'll put in more." Ratchet looked at him from his seat, it was
always a nice show.
Sandor tugged and twitched in his bonds, the large vibrator softening the center of his valve
while everything hummed underneath. Then the large one turned off and on again, getting
thicker, then pulsing and swelling up and down as it rotated. It was pure torture and things
just kept going.
"Aahhh...damn it...ohhhh...no, no...aarrhhhhh." His overload came closer and both
balls went on. "AARR...ARHHHHHH...RATCHETTT...OHHHHH...THAT'S
IT." Sandor tugged hard on the bonds, his hips lifted and his back arched.
"RATCHET...OHHHH...MAN...PLEASE."
"You look great, you can do the next two too." Ratchet sat next to him.
"I...GOD NO...OHHHHH...NOT." But it was no use, the last two went on, right under
his knot. Now his whole valve was humming and just making him hot without a break.
"ARR...AHHHH...ARGHHHH...OHHH...NOOOOO". Now the level increased,
which made him scream even more. And then again. Everything got faster and he got closer.
"ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....."sandor overloaded and then it went dark.
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When Sandor woke up he noticed that he had been charged up, Ratchet had cleaned him up
again. When he looked around he was shocked, he was lying on the plate again. When he
looked down he could see the vibrator, which was full of nubs and grooves, had a big round
head and was already lubricated. He had to go, but before he could get up Ratchet had
grabbed him.
"Not so hasty, sweetheart. We still have to go." Ratchet picked him up and laid him on his
stomach. Sandor kept his rear end up; he didn't want to go up, but then he noticed that his
valve was open and lubricated.
"Come on, little one, put the rear on the vibrator." He pushed it down, it slid up pretty
quickly. Then Ratchet strapped his legs down.
"We have plenty of time so you should be happy." He buckled the belt around his waist and
tied his arms.
"Okay sweetie, now I can start."
Ratchet immediately switched on the second stage and it started humming happily. There was
a mirror underneath him so that Sandor could see his valve. After a few breaths his valve got
soaking wet and expanded, then he heard a click and rods with lots of small vibrators came
out of the sides. They were aimed at his sides, back and hips. Something moved underneath
him too, the plate slid away and three vibrators hit his stomach. Then the others hit his back,
sides and hips, everything was stimulated and hummed.
"Ohhh...yes more...aghhh." It was a nice feeling. Then a click and the spike went back
down, only moments later something closed around him and enveloped the spike and started
pumping. It pulsed and pressed, miraculously.
"No...arghhh...please...ohhhhh."
"You should scream louder or I'll have to help you." Ratchet waved the remote control and
turned up all the vibrators.
That made Sandor howl, but then he heard another click, something moved under his valve
that hit his flap, and behind him too. A thick head pressed against it, they were vibrators. One
turned and immediately penetrated the back and started. The other slowly pushed forward
through his folds, he would join the others in his valve. That couldn't be allowed to happen.
"Ratchet...please...arghhh...not another one...Ohhhh...that won't
work...arghhhhh." It slipped through the folds and pressed against the other vibrator,
Ratchet just watched with pleasure.
"Aarghhhh...no no...go on...ohhhh." There was no mercy, the vibrator pressed the
tip next to the other and pushed on. The one in his valve only pulsed as it made room and his
valve expanded.
"Please no...arrghhhh...arrrr...no."
"You always say no." Ratchet looked down at him. "But when it's in there and it's killing you,
you'll scream."
"I will...arghhhh." It slipped a little further and stretched him further. "No...it doesn't
work...arghh." A little further, it was halfway in.
"NO...OHHHH...PLEASE...ARGHHHHHHHHH." The vibrator pushed in with a
big shove and was next to the others, they started to hum which made Sandor scream.
Another one slid under him to his rear valve, the vibrator pressed against his head and pulsed
happily. But before Sandor could say anything, Ratchet had put the gag in place.
"Now I'm going to enjoy the show, you should know that there's going to be another toy or
more in your valve. I wanted you three to finish it off and see what else I could do." Ratchet
watched.
Meanwhile, the second vibrator entered the rear array and started to work. Sandor could only
moan and twitch. The two in the valve were killing him, one humming and spinning while
the other pulsed and swelled to stretch the valve. Every node was stimulated, everything was
just going along.
After a few breems there was a click and the next vibrator hit its valve.
"Nnghhh...nrrgggghhh...ohhhh." Sandor felt himself going through the folds and
pushing himself in, further and further. It was thicker and had more spikes and bumps.
"Nnrgggggg...ohhhhhhh".
"Yes, do you want to say something, sweetheart?" Ratchet looked on, amused. "Don't worry,
he'll be in soon and then we can turn it up." He took off the gag and stuck his spike into
Sandor's entrance.
Then it continued to press on his valve, the vibrator pressed and pushed through the folds,
with a jerk it pressed right between the other two, a little bit and he was in. Sandor couldn't
say anything about the spike in his entrance, he just trembled. Then all three of them went at
it and smashed his valve. Sandor sucked Ratchet's spike, which made the medic gasp, the
third vibrator pumped into him and made the others vibrate. It just hummed continuously
inside him without a break, everything was heated and expanded even further.
Ratchet pulled out his spike after a few breems.
"Ratchet...arrghhhh...nrghhmmm." The gag was fastened again but before he could see
anything, the fourth vibrator clicked against his valve. It would never fit.
"Well, sweetie, can you still do it or should I stop?" Ratchet asked.
He didn't want to disappoint him so he just nodded, he knew he could endure a lot.
The vibrator pressed against him and slowly rose, pushing you further and further until it was
inside. All four hummed and widened his valve.
"NNRGGGH...HMMM." Sandor had never had such a wide outlet.
"Well, sweetie, one more special one?" Ratchet continued at his nod.
And he wanted to see more. There was a click and the fourth vibrator went up, it was pointed
at the top, thick directly underneath and even thicker at the end. The next one went up behind
him and was aimed at his rear array, it moved and pushed in, filling everything. He had never
been stretched so far at the back. The vibrator on his valve slowly went up, it had long
pointed sticks on the sides and even a round, soft plug for the front knot.
'Nrrggh...mmmhhh...nrrghh." Sandor didn't want to but it came closer. It touched his
valve. "Nggrrhhhh...ohhhhhh...nrhhm." It penetrated, slowly, then there was a jerk and
he pushed the tip between the other vibrators, the thick one lay on top of it and the other thick
end protruded slightly from the valve and covered everything up to his folds, everything was
covered. "Ngghhhh...nrrrgg...mmhhmm." The plug lay on his knot and stimulated him.
"Now let's turn it up, sweetie, let's see how much you can scream." Ratchet turned up all the
toys and removed the gag.
"AAARR...AARRRGGHHH...ARRHHHHH...OHHHH...ARRRHHHHHHHH
HH...PLEASE...AAAHHHHHHH." the overload didn't come but his valve rattled and
hummed cheerfully. He got really wet and it ran down him, the rear array had also gotten wet.
His folds fluttered and the knot irritated him. He looked pleadingly at Ratchet.
"RATCHETTTT...ARRRHHHH...PLEASE...AAAAGGGGHHHH...AARRH
HH." But nothing happened. After ten Breems of torture, Ratchet came over, grabbed the
plug that prevented his overload, and reset the system so he could scream even louder from
the beginning.
"Now overload and scream for me. I want to see it at least eight times." Ratchet removed the
plug
""AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...AARRRHHHH...OHHHH
HHH...YEEEEEEESSSSS...RATCHETTTTT." Sandor finally fell over with a great
force from all sides, then immediately the next orgasm.
"AAHHHHHH...AARGHHH...PRIMUSSSSSS...OHHHHHHH
YEEEEESSSSS...PLEASE...AARGHHH." The third orgasm followed, then the
fourth, and Sandor tugged at the bonds and screamed. Then came the fifth.
"YEEEEEEESSSSS...AARGGGHHHH...NOOOOO...OHHHNNNNNO...AR
RGHHHH." Then it happened. The sixth orgasm hadn't even fully come down yet when the
seventh and eighth followed immediately and got his transfluid flowing properly.
Sandor twitched, moaned and screamed in his bonds, he had never had such orgasms before.
Ratchet watched and was pleased, he hadn't thought he would last that long but here he was,
twitching.
When Sandor was finished, Ratchet freed him, cleaned him up and snuggled up with him in
the bunk.
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The next evening, Sandor went to his friend in fear; he had caused the entire cargo hold to
collapse. Ratchet wouldn't like that at all, but what can you do? He rang the bell and heard
footsteps, then Ratchet opened the door.
"Come in, sweetheart." Ratchet led him straight to the bunk and sat down on it, patting his
lap.
"Well what are you waiting for, sit down. I already heard what happened."
Sandor tried to sit down but Ratchet grabbed him and turned him so that he was lying across
his lap, one leg swung over him and held him in place while the servo held his back. Sandor
squirmed in the medic's grip but he couldn't get away, now his rear was being stroked.
"I think I need to get you going first, besides I always wanted to spank you..."Ratchet quickly
removed the armor so that he was naked and raised his servo
"A small punishment of fifteen hits should be enough." Ratchet hit his seat, now that his
protoform was free again he felt better.
"Come on, I want to hear you scream, then as a reward I'll make you sing in your bunk later."
Ratchet hit again.
The third blow was harder and Sandor groaned, then he lifted his tail a little to give Ratchet
more surface area. He was not disappointed, the fourth blow came, then the fifth, the sixth
hurt.
"Ouch...Ratchet, I...ouch...ouch...ouch...ouch." The tenth blow hurt, it was placed in the
middle so that both seats hurt, Ratchet continued to swing. The next blows should be there
too but harder.
"AUW...WAIT...AUW...AUW...AUW...AUW." then it was over.
"Very good sweetie, now for your reward, go to bed." Ratchet said.
"No, that's not possible." Sandor didn't want to. "OWUU...OWU...OWUU."
Sandor did not need long, as three blows quickly made him stand up and
He immediately lay down on the bunk and spread his legs. Ratchet sat between his legs.
"You're very eager. You'll like this, little one. Open up, I want to make you sing." Ratchet
kissed him and ravaged his mouth.
Then he ran his lips down to his neck and bit into it, licking the wires and blowing hot air
into it. Ratchet watched him moan, oh he loved that. His servos ran along his chest, to his
sides and pinched between the armor, then stroked along. The glossary ran over his shoulder,
onto his neck and licked his chest down to his stomach. He knew Sandor had a spot there and
licked his stomach, biting and kissing him, eliciting a moan. Then Ratchet pressed and
rubbed his spike against the valve, teasing him, running the spike along the folds and always
pressing against it, while he massaged the top of his hips and licked over them.
"Ratchet...ohhhhh please...do it." Sandor wanted him. Then he grabbed his spike and
pumped it.
"Can you tell me what you want, sweetheart." Ratchet leaned forward and pulled the glossary
over the slit, making him moan. "Come on, tell me to impale you. Tell me to fill you. Tell me
to make you glow. Loud, sweetheart." Ratchet swallowed his thorn.
"OHHH...YEEESSSSS...ARRHH...RATCHET...FILL...YOUR
SPIKE...ARHHH...PENETRATE IN...YEEESSSSS." Ratchet fluttered over the tip
again, sucking the head and licking the slit. Then he fluttered over again. "Ohhh
yesssss...More...ARRGHHH." Ratchet had sucked his knot, flicked it before licking over
and running along his folds. Then he went back to his spike.
Ratchet always switched and finished him off from both sides, first the spike then the valve.
When he squirmed too much, Ratchet tied him to the bunk and continued with pleasure. After
ten Breems, Sandor was just a twitching bundle, he wanted the spike inside him but Ratchet
continued to tease him, denying him an orgasm three times. He had just reached the spike
when he pushed his spike a little way into the valve, slid up and down and then pulled out.
"Please Ratchet...ohhhhh...impal me...ARRGHH...AARHH...WANT YOU."
Sandor raised his tail.
'But I enjoy teasing you.' Ratchet watched with relish. 'Your little valve is so beautifully
blossomed. I could impale you right now without any problem. Yes, I will chase you across
the bunk.' Ratchet pushed himself in slowly, rubbing the front knot before stopping. Only
when Sandor begged did he penetrate all the way with a quick pull.
"OHHHH...YEEEEESSSSS." Sandor finally wanted to come. Then Ratchet's spike started
to pulsate and hummed, getting louder and hitting all the sensors.
"Ratchet...ohhhhh...please...let me come..."
"You can come. Come on, little one, I can feel your pretty valve contracting. Show me how
you love me." Ratchet started to thrust.
"AAARHHHH...RATCHET...CONTINUE...OHHHH...AGHH." Sandor felt the
thick spike, man that was nice. Then Ratchet started to thrust, rocking his hips.
"Yeah right, keep screaming for me. Come little one...ohhh." Ratchet twisted and rocked his
hips, feeling himself getting closer.
"AARHHH...DON'T STOP...RATCHET...OHHHH" Sandor could already feel the
orgasm coming. Ratchet was pounding into him.
"Get ready, I'm coming...ohhh." With a groan, Ratchet was overloaded and filled him, he
continued, increasing the vibrations and hitting the valve.
"Ratchet...arrghhhh...just like that...make me glow...arrgghhhhhhh." Sandor fell
over, he twitched and screamed while Ratchet filled him and kept going, with every hit in his
valve it splashed with liquid. Sandor squirted it all out, his spike was swallowed by Ratchet
when he came again
"AARR...ARRGHH...
ARRGHHHHHHHHH...YEEESSSSS...RATCHETTT...OHHH." Ratchet swallowed
everything from his spike, prolonging the climax and filling him so much that his belly
bulged. Then he waited until he came down.
"That was good, I can fill you up even more." Ratchet thrust in twice and filled him up again.
"Look how nicely your belly swells up and takes in everything. Such a good bot." Ratchet
thrust in again and watched comfortably as his belly continued to swell.
"Ready sweetie." He swallowed his thorn and pulled out the spike.
"AARRRGGGHHHHHH...PRIMUSSSSS...YEEESSSSS." Sandor fell over again
and let out one gush after another from his valve while Ratchet swallowed his spike and
drank it down.
When he was finished, Ratchet got some towels and cleaned him up. Then he lay down next
to him and wrapped his arms tightly around him, pulling him over him so that he was against
Ratchet's chest. The servos stroked his back and tail.
"Ratchet I love you, I want to stay with you forever." Sandor kissed him and looked down.
"Me too, sweetheart. Well, if you can stand me tearing you apart, we'll have a lot of fun."
Ratchet gave him a pat on the rear. "But I get jealous easily. You're mine and I won't share
this beautiful rear with anyone."
"What if someone flirts with me?" asked Sandor.
"Then I'll hit him with the wrench." Ratchet went under the armor, which made Sandor
flinch.
"Yes, it's all mine. The beautiful curves, the hips that rise, your belly that fills with my
transfluid and your back that arches. I'm afraid I have to look at it all again or are you
exhausted, sweetheart." Ratchet turned him over in the bunk.
"No, I want everything, Doc."
"Now I'll have to make you moan again." Ratchet opened his panel and the tip rested on
Sandor's stomach. "Don't call me Doc."
Sandor could only be happy, he had a partner who fulfilled everything. Even though he was
always making fun of him, he liked him very much.
Chapter End Notes
In Drift/Ratchet, Drift will be someone who is stranded in Dead End and needs help.
With the OC/Ratchet it will be the case that she falls in love with him. If you have ideas
for romance, feel free to write it. What can I incorporate into romantic history?
What are some things I could bring to Dead End?
Wish for a character, and a Story
Chapter Summary
Which character would you like and should it be a romance or something
pornographic.?
I could do a one shot for every character below.
Ich werde für jeden der folgenden Charaktere etwas schreiben, bin mir aber noch nicht sicher,
was, also gebt mir ein paar Tipps.
Aber denkt daran, dass Ratchet bei mir niemals eine unterwürfige Rolle akzeptieren wird.
Wenn ihr eine One-Shot oder eine längere Geschichte für einen Charakter wollt, lasst es mich
wissen und ich werde sehen, was ich tun kann. Und gebt mir etwas Zeit.
Ich freue mich auch über Tipps von euch für Romanzen oder andere Geschichten.
Ich verwende nur das Design von Ratchet aus den Transformers Prime-Filmen oder von
Michael Bay.
Unten habe ich noch ein paar Infos zu den Charakteren gesetzt, was ich mir vorstellen könnte
bzw. was wäre, aber das ist nicht unbedingt nötig. Ihr könnt euch die Charaktere aber frei
aussuchen, solange Ratchet der dominante ist bzw. derjenige, der oben steht.
Die anderen haben mir alle nicht gefallen.
Sie können zwischen ihnen wählen.
Bluestreak (demnächst als One Shot (Porno) erhältlich)
Ironhide ( ich habe noch keine Idee )
Heckklappe ( ich habe noch keine Idee)
Blurr (ich habe noch keine Idee)
Blaster (ich habe noch keine Idee,
Jazz (ich könnte mir eine längere Geschichte vorstellen)
Prowl (ich könnte mir eine längere Geschichte vorstellen)
Erste Hilfe (könnte eine gute Romanze sein, among friends on the Lost Light or elsewhere)
Smokescreen (Ich könnte mir das gut als einmalige Liebesgeschichte vorstellen, in der er
traurig und am Boden zerstört ist und von Ratchet getröstet wird.)
Rung (ich könnte mir eine längere Geschichte vorstellen, zusammen mit Rodimus)
Rodimus Prime (könnte im Lost Light stattfinden)
Optimus Prime (Könnte eine Romanze zu ihm passen, aber keine längere Geschichte)
Wheeljack (Ist da was in Arbeit)
Hummel (nur Kurzgeschichten)
Pharma (Wenn Sie etwas Romantisches wollen)
Sideswipe und Sunstreaker (einzeln oder beide zusammen in einer Geschichte, ich könnte
mir auch eine längere Geschichte vorstellen)
Drift (Irgendwann wird es eine Romanze geben. Wenn du etwas in Richtung Porno oder One
Shot möchtest, lass es mich wissen)
OC-Charakter – Eine Romanze ist in Arbeit. (Wenn Sie etwas Kurzes möchten, sagen Sie
es.)
Ich brauche Tipps für den Ort Dead End, es gibt nicht viele Informationen. Die Fanfiction
Drift/Ratchet spielt dort und soll eine Romanze sein
End Notes
I'm currently writing something else about Ratchet.
Some one shots that are still to come with other characters like Bluestreak, Drift, Wheeljack,
Rodimus, Rung and Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.
I'm also interested in romances. One will be with Ratchet and Drift, set in Dead End, where
Ratchet has a clinic. The other will be with Ratchet and a female OC. Maybe two, one with
the Prime design and one where Ratchet has the Michael Bay motif.
I just need some time.
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