The Other Side of Ratchet
For those who want to see Ratchet on the domination side of things, so probably a bit OOC. Okay, very OOC. Don't read this.
"Captain's log, Stardate 72159·7. After engaging the new temporal compression matrix I have found myself many trillions of light years away from Federation space, or even charted space. This likely marks me as the person farthest away from Earth ever recorded. Unfortunately, the warp drive has been burned out with no foreseeable way of repairing it and that means, I am also stuck here. When I agreed on this mission I was not expecting the matrix to be so impressive, or I would have stocked up on some more supplies. And hired a crew. And took a ship a bit more than a glorified shuttlecraft. Most likely I would not make it home in my lifespan, so if any future explorers from Earth find this: Hello. I am Captain Nikolas Alberton of the USS Odyssey. The one wish I have is to return home. Even if...I am no longer alive. Thank you."
I end the log and give a small sigh. It might have been a bit grim to say something like that so early, but could anyone have blamed me? With only impulse engines my top speed was capped out at a grand total of one quarter light speed. Travelling to the nearest star system alone would take a decade, which was exactly what I was trying to do right now.
"Ugh, this is so boring." A week had passed and the star I was heading towards still looked as far away as ever. I turn on the replicator to make some food - not too much, so that I wouldn't waste what little fuel I had left - and was munching on a granola bar when the radio cracks to life.
"Hey whoever's in there, need some help?" The initial shock I had of hearing another person's voice after so long turned into relief and I quickly answered the call. "Uh yes, my warp drive's broke and I'd appreciate a tow to a repair station, or something. Thank you." I probably should have used a more professional attitude, but I believed 'not dying in deep space' was a bigger priority right now.
"You're in luck there. I happen to work in a garage. Best mechanic there is, if I do say so myself. Get ready for ship tethering." There was a clank as a tow rope was attached to the hull. "Tether secure. Engaging FTL speed." Sounds of an engine powering up came through the speaker before both of our ships entered warp, the stars whizzing by in streaks of light the way I was so familiar with.
Wherever our destination was, it was close as we dropped out of warp after only a few minutes, and I found myself in orbit above the surface of a brownish rocky planet. I was debating whether to do a planetary scan when whoever was towing me blasted off and entered the atmosphere, landing inside a moderately sized building with a shutter door that looked remarkably like the ones we had from Earth. There was a knock on my hull and I opened the door, stepping out to see...well, what also looked to be a typical garage like we had on Earth. Small universe.
"Hey." I look down towards the source of the voice and am greeted by a yellow cat-like creature of sorts. The guy gives me a smile before sticking out his hand. "Name's Ratchet."
"Nick." I reply, taking the hand and shaking it.
"Hmm, interesting name. Well Nick, just give me a bit of time and I'll have your ship fixed up in no time." With that, the guy whose name was apparently Ratchet set to work, moving at an impressively fast pace, swapping out components, hammering, soldering and bolting things that normally would have taken 5 crew back home.
"So, what brings you round to these parts?" Ratchet asks.
"Testing out a new engine. Worked too well, blasted off across the galaxy and now I'm stuck here."
"Stuck here? And nobody knows?"
I shake my head. "Don't think so. Unless my people acquired ultra-long-range sensors in the week I was gone."
Ratchet, who was on top of my ship, leaps down and lands next to me. "If you don't mind me asking, what species are you, anyway? Never seen one of your kind before."
"Human."
"Never heard of it."
"Not surprising. I'm pretty far from home."
Ratchet thinks about this for a moment and muttered something I couldn't hear. "Well, it's going to be a while before I've finished repairs. Why don't you find a place and make yourself comfortable? I'll find you when I'm done."
I find a corner of the garage and sit down. Being cooped up in a tiny space for the last week, even the hard ground felt comfortable. So comfortable, in fact, that I had managed to fall asleep almost immediately. I slept for what felt like only a few seconds but was probably a good hour before I faintly felt a hand poking my chest.
"Not very muscular, I would say." I recognised it as Ratchet's voice. The hand, which I now presumed belonged to Ratchet, moved to my bicep and gave it a good squeeze. "Nope, not muscular at all." Ratchet then starts poking my stomach. "I'd actually say a bit chubby."
"Oi!" That last comment I took some offence to. I wasn't that fat, was I?
"Ohdearlord you're awake. I, uh, your ship's fixed." Ratchet gestures towards my ship. I decided to forget what just happened and headed over to it.
"As you can see, I've taken out the pieces of the hull that were broken and replaced them with new panels. I've also taken the liberty to upgrade your thrusters and engine and a few, heh, extra features. Why don't you hop on and we'll take it on a test drive?" I had barely taken my seat before Ratchet hit the gas and we blasted off, zooming across the rocky landscape of the planet we were on all the while Ratchet was giving details about what upgrades he'd done.
"So your old ship, thrusters were pathetic, I added some better ones so your top speed's doubled. It can also turn on a dime now, and there's collision detection, your shielding's also been enhanced with better heat dispersion, also made your warp drive more durable so you can actually use that compression matrix you have without burning out the engine, and there's also an air freshener, and better inertia dampeners so I can do this-" Ratchet suddenly slams on the brakes and stops the ship "-And we won't feel a thing."
I had to admit, I was quite impressed. I thank Ratchet and reach over for the controls but he stops me.
"Payment first."
"Oh." I pull out my wallet before I remembered he probably wouldn't accept Earth currency. Ratchet gives a chuckle.
"Oh, not money. I'm kind of thinking of something else."
"Like, something with sentimental value? Or is it knowledge? Or a selection of arts and literature? I think I have some exotic spices somewhere..." The exotic spices were just salt and pepper, but it was likely no one had neither seen nor heard of them so far away from Earth.
"Still not exactly." In a flash Ratchet knocks me over, pinning me down against the floor of the ship. "You're a pretty good looking guy, you know that? Are all, what did you call your race, humans, was that it? So attractive?"
I struggle against his grasp, but to no avail. He gives another chuckle. "Oh, don't bother. I'm way stronger than you. Probably can hold you down with just one hand, I worked it out. Glad you didn't realise what I was doing earlier." Oh, so that was why he was poking me. Hoping he was lying I continue to struggle. No dice. Ratchet simply gives an exaggerated yawn, waiting until I tire myself out.
"What do you...want?" I pant, out of breath. He leans in real close to my face. "Sheesh, are you that naïve? Here's a hint." He reaches down and gives my crotch a squeeze, making me yelp.
"I'll make this easy for you; either you submit and I'll make this enjoyable for the both of us, or you don't and I just make it enjoyable for me."
"I, I don't..."
"Very well then, we'll do this the hard way." Ratchet uses his tail to hit a button on the dashboard and parts of the wall open up to reveal some hand cuffs. "Here's those extra features I told you about."
"Wait, that's not what I mean!" My plea goes unheeded as Ratchet cuffs my hands to the wall. "Someone help!"
"Don't bother yelling either. There's no one for miles and even if there is, I've made your ship soundproof." Ratchet then kisses me roughly as his hands explore my body, rubbing and fondling every place he could reach, before unbuttoning my shirt and discarding it. "You won't need that."
"Please, why are you doing this?"
"Why?" Ratchet starts taking off his own clothes, "Because I haven't had sex in months and then you waltz in practically asking me to fuck you. No one knows you're here nor can you contact anyone you know, you're practically all alone and that means I can do what I want with no repercussions. Who's going to believe you if you claim the greatest hero in the galaxy sodomized and raped you? But enough talk." Ratchet had stripped down naked and was now presenting his erection to me. "Blow me."
What else could I do? So I opened my mouth and Ratchet stuck his cock in my throat where I started sucking on it. Ratchet grabbed my hair and forced me to take in more of his length. Deciding I wanted to just get it over with as soon as possible I sucked harder and used my tongue to lick along his shaft, which Ratchet approved by giving a few groans of pleasure. "Oh yeah, that's the ticket." I moved my head up and down but Ratchet made me go faster, going in and out of my mouth so fast that he was facefucking me and I started to choke, before my mouth was being filled with semen as Ratchet orgasmed. Spurt after spurt of cum came out of his shaft and Ratchet wasn't moving away so I was forced to swallow it. Even so, a lot of it dribbled out of my mouth and down my chest.
"Whew, that was really good. You're a fine little cocksucker. But look at the mess you've made." Ratchet scoops up some of the cum and sticks it in my mouth. "There you go. Be a good boy and clean it up." After he'd made sure I'd licked up every bit of cum on my chest he presented his cock to me again, and I licked his cock clean as well.
"Now why don't we move on to the main event, huh?" Ratchet reaches down and unbuckles my pants, exposing my own cock to him. With ease he lifts my legs up and places them on his shoulders before unceremoniously shoving his entire cock in my asshole. Without lube, the pain was intense and tears came to my eyes at being suddenly split open.
Ratchet then fucks me just like he fucked my mouth moments before, though this time his hands were free to resume fondling my body. "Hnngh, you're pretty tight. You ever been fucked in the ass before?" I shake my head no. "Damn, I get to take your ass virginity as well. Today is my lucky day." Ratchet fucks even harder, if that was even possible, until with a cry he comes again, this time filling my butt with semen. Ratchet pulls out with a squelch and I feel the semen leaking out of my butthole.
Ratchet then sticks two fingers in my butt and fingers me a little, before taking them out and sticking them in my mouth. "Here, clean this mess up too." The first time was bad enough, but this time now that the semen had been in my butt it tasted even more disgusting. Not that Ratchet cared, for he didn't stop until he'd scooped up all the cum he could and deposited it in my mouth.
"Aah, feel much better now." Ratchet smiled with satisfaction on his face, but my own dick was still throbbing and wanted attention. I doubted Ratchet was going to do anything unless I explicitly asked, so blushing I said, "Ratchet, can I please get release too?"
"Why should you?" Ratchet grabs my cock and bends it, sparking more pain. Grabbing a screwdriver he then sticks it down my dick hole. Luckily the screwdriver wasn't very thick, but it was the worst pain I had felt that I could recall. I thought the anal was bad enough, but this was even worse.
"Please, Ratchet, it hurts!"
"I know." He grabs the screwdriver and twists it around, causing me to gasp in pain even more. "I said if you didn't submit I would make it enjoyable just for me. And I'm enjoying this quite a bit." Ratchet then picks up a wrench and shoves that up my butt as a makeshift dildo, and two pairs of pliers were clipped onto my nipples. "Had enough?"
"Yes, please Ratchet let me cum and take these damn things out!"
Ratchet thinks for a moment. "Okay, if you say so." Ratchet then reaches over and places my dick between his toes, giving me a footjob, but with the screwdriver still in me it just caused the cold metal to scrape against my dick hole even more. With his other foot Ratchet starts moving the wrench in and out of me.
"Gah! Ratchet, what are you doing?"
"What you said. Letting you cum, and then taking these things off of you." He strokes his toes along my shaft even faster, and if it wasn't for the combination of pain and pleasure I felt I would've marvelled at how Ratchet was as agile with his feet as he was with his hands. I feel the signs of an impending orgasm and I also come, but the screwdriver stops the ejaculation. I come, but no pleasure is felt from it.
At least I get relief from having the accursed tools removed from me, as Ratchet takes out the screwdriver and the wrench in my ass as well as loosening the pliers. Using his tail he presses a button on the dashboard again. "The cuffs will unlock in 5 minutes. Ciao." Ratchet picks up his clothes and puts them back on, and without any more fanfare Ratchet exits the spaceship.
True to his word though the cuffs release me with a pneumatic hiss after 5 minutes as I think about what just happened. I could go after him, but in those 5 minutes he was long gone and I had no idea where the garage was. And even if I did know, it was my word against his. With a sigh of defeat I simply point my ship towards home and engage the warp drive. It was a long way back to Earth, and the sooner I got away from this place and left the memories behind the better.