He had his new toy for a few weeks now. Kept nicely in his little jar, free from any mess, and put on a pedestal. He had been admiring him since day one, and his affections had not stop. Soundwave didn't even like it. Soundwave hated him. And that made him so HUNGRY for this angry little being. It was distracting him from work. How could he make more tech when he wanted to cum to the nicest piece of machinery? He pushed away from the desk, and moved into his private area.

"Oh! How precious!"

He whispered. Soundwave was in his little jar, lightly tapping his toe to some music he was playing to himself. Oh so adorable! He could eat him up! He waited for a moment, before he lightly knocked on the glass. Soundwave stopped his music, and turned to face him. He didn't look happy to see him, and it was SO delightful!

"Oh. You. Back for your gross shit, right?"

"Oh, someone is FIESTY today! You miss your little Hot Rod do you?"

Soundwave hesitated, before shaking his head.

"Not your business."

"Aw! SO cute! Poor thing, no one's touched you lately. You must be lonely. I...wasn't going to do this, but I can't help such a sad face."

He opened the top of the jar, and let Soundwave fall into his tentacle hand. Soundwave looked around curiously, before he winced. This dude just leaned in and SMELLED him. The doctor shuddered something fierce, clearly enjoying himself.

"Oh you still SMELL so new! I'll give you a new jar after this, I don't want to lose the smell in this one!"

"If you're going to be super gross, can you at LEAST hurry up? I was having fun pretending you don't ex-"

Soundwave didn't get to speak more as his mouth was muffled by his tentacle. Not just his mouth, but they coiled around his arms, legs, keeping him nice and still.

"Shhh. Don't worry. I'm going to make you a little more...nice. You're so angry, and I know what can fix you."

Soundwave's grip on his tentacle was so strong for his kind, and he swore he could fawn over him till the end of time. He turned him around, and despite Soundwave's squirming, he adjusted a few cables here and there, before shutting him back up.

"Don't be scared, feisty one! All I did was take your sensitivity up a bit. I'll set it back, I promise. I just want to know what you look like. Want to know what that little Hot Rod sees, and I don't."

Soundwave squirmed his mouth free, growling his words.

"Hot Rod is NOT-"

Then he stopped. The tentacles moved slowly, to and fro across his frame. Big tentacles that coiled around his chest, arms, thighs, and even against his panels, made Soundwave tremble in his grasp. The doctor chuckled, starting to stroke his own spike to the sight.

"Oh...look at you. When you want it, you REALLY want it!"

"Primus, shut UP."

Soundwave couldn't be angry for long. Not when heat was pouring from his body and against the tentacles. Soundwave was so desperate for more, he didn't even hesitate as the doctor opened both his little panels. The doctor squealed.

"Oh! It's so small and precious! Oh how do you feel INSIDE?"

Soundwave barked some insult that he didn't quite catch, before his tendrils slid past his valve folds. He watched as his legs trembled, kicked at the realization, but Soundwave otherwise did nothing. He moaned, he swore, he dripped as the tendril slid in and out of him oh so quickly.

"Oh look at that LOVELY juice you're giving me! Delicious! Oh, let's take a gander underneath that mask, shall we?"

He clicked off the mask carefully, slipping a tendril inside that hot, stubborn mouth. The doctor laughed, pumping his already leaking cock to the sight.

"Oh I can see the way I bulge in your throat! The idea of someone's spike in your mouth, ooh I'm JEALOUS! Maybe next time I'll take Hot Rod too! Watch you have at it like little bunnies! Would you like that? Like to fuck another little bunny while I sit there and watch? Admiring you fucking someone you WANT?!"

He was damn near spitting at this point. The smell of the juices, the feel of the heat on his tentacles. Then Soundwave overloaded. There was a loud, grating sound of static, and fluid not only came out of his spike, but out of his precious, wonderful valve, leaking all over his tentacles. That was JUST enough for him to overload right after him. Unfortunately it crept up on him, so instead of getting it on that pretty face, it was wasted on the floor. Oh well, next time, he supposed. He lifted his little toy to his mouth, and slurped at his valve, savoring, delighting in the hot, slightly salty taste of the valve fluid.

"You CREEP."

Soundwave's pede hit his optic, making him recoil. He rubbed at the strike, and he laughed.

"Oh, what a naughty, naughty little bunny! How charming! Oh you have such a sneer, I almost don't want to give your mask back! Buuut, I will if you say please!"

"I have a better idea. Frag off."

"ooh SO disobedient! Alright, alright, here we are!"

He gave the mask back, and Soundwave snatched it from him, clicking it back on. The doctor gave him a quick scrub down, before putting him in a new jar, and making his way to his office. He opened the old jar, took a big sniff, and shook on the spot.

"Ah, there we go! A special little place for our special little prize!"

Not only did he add another to the collection, not only was it BLUE, but this one had SUCH a little attitude! Sure the other's struggled, but none of them had such a MEAN disposition. None had such a hatred in their optics for him. He was so fiesty, it was a struggle to even get him in his special little container, but he managed. It was essentially nothing more than a jar, but specifically equipped to deal with his collection.

"I know it's uncomfortable, but you're SO special! You need your own little space, I wouldn't want you to get hurt. Don't worry, I'll make you something bigger for you to wander around in! A nice tank, maybe. I could build you a little landscape to play in! How does that sound?"

"Not. Interested."

Oh, such a cold personality. It was perfect! All Soundwave's were more or less the same, but this one. This one had so much vitality, wrapped in a shiny, new paint job! He grinned, putting the jar on the table, adjusting it for a moment, then admired the view. Soundwave just stood there, arms folded over his chest. Even after he fixed him, he was still acting so high and mighty, it was precious. It was...cute. Too cute.

"Do you have any other complications? How are you feeling after my adjustments?"

"I'm fine. Thank you."

Oh so polite! Even if it was said in a foul tone, it was so amusing to him, he wished he was recording him. This Soundwave was his favorite by a mile. So sleek, so stuck up, so imposing. Like a princess, honestly.

“That’s so swell! I can’t stand the thought of you being broken. I take care of all my toys!”

“Not a toy. I can’t wait till Hot Rod gets here.”

Ah these Soundwave’s. All of them thought they were entitled to having their own little lives. But no. They were all his. Especially this one. He'd be damned if some little red ride would come in here and take what belonged to him. The scientist shook his head, lightly clicking his tongue.

“You don’t need him! It’s okay, you’re plenty safe here! Adorned, precious, valuable. I won’t put you with the other’s like I thought I would. You’ll be the first thing I see when I walk into the lab!”

Soundwave didn’t give him any response, aside from a mean look, but that was enough for him to lose it. He usually did this away from his toys, but he didn’t want just a picture or an image in his head. He wanted the live, genuine expressions as he pulled himself out of his panel. His species were built with spikes like them, but they were a bit different. Instead of one solid spike, it was much more...mandible. To put it bluntly, a tentacle. A tentacle that was so sensitive to the touch, it felt DAMN good to stroke it, especially in his lab. It took Soundwave (a smart little thing he was) but a second to know what he was up to, and turn his head, clearly in disinterest. And something about that was just so terribly alluring to him.

“Oh you have SUCH an attitude, don’t you?”

He hated how flushed he was getting already. Hated how he was panting as quickly as he was. Soundwave didn’t like him, and he looked oh so pretty, nose turned up in the air. No wonder his cock was already slick in his fluids, no wonder drool was falling from his lips.

“You could at LEAST look at me, you know. A proper thank you for fixing you.”

“I’d rather be broken again.”

So snarky. So coy. One of his tentacles grabbed the jar, turning Soundwave to look at him. The action was so fast, it sent Soundwave right on his ass. Oh he looked helpless now. Such a temperamental, such a highty thing, when in reality, he was so vulnerable to the world.

“Look at me. Look at me with your optics. You insignificant little thing.”

“Alright. So you can tell I mean it when I say, you’re disgusting.”

Oh the unflinching nature of him. The anger in his voice. Not to mention finally meeting his optics. If he let him out, he KNEW he’d shoot him right in the face. It was just enough for him to finally cum, finishing right on the jar. Soundwave averted his gaze again, clearly finding it gross. But it didn’t matter. It only mattered that he finally finished, and it was possibly the best overload he’d ever had. It made his mind hazy, his body hot. It was incredible. He sighed in relief when he finally let the jar go, putting himself away.

“Ah...I haven’t done it in front of them before. You’re so special to me, Soundwave~”

“Uh huh. Can you at least clean the jar?”

“Hmm...I don’t think I will. I want you to be used to seeing it. You’ll be familiar with it soon enough.”

He drifted away from the messy jar, starting to get back to his work. Though, he was PLENTY distracted with new ideas. What if he put himself right on the jar this time, give him a full view? What if he just put the whole jar inside of him? What if he opened the lid and just….

No, he had to work. Playtime later. Much as he hated waiting, especially since he felt his glare boring holes right into him.