Price of disobedience
What was supposed to be a simple mission to raid Decepticon mine for energon had turned into a nightmare for Ratchet and Wheeljack. the sounds of gunfire rang in their audios, the two bots fighting with all their might, before a stray blast knocked them out.
Both Ratchet and Wheeljack had been held captive on board the Nemesis, the Decepticon warship for the past two weeks, enduring grueling interrogations and brutal torture by some of Megatron's top officers.
But out of all the cons that served under the silver mech, the worst one of all was Barricade, stories about his cruelty had become something of a legend on Cybertron, even other cons found him to be off putting and both bots as well as cons did their best not to warrant his attention.
Barricade just happened to be heading to the cells to interrogate the prisoners, when loud shouts and what sounded like a electro-whip, made his spike twitch behind it's housing and quietly slipped into the brig.
Both autobots were hanging by their wrists, from long chains ending in cuffs that hung down from the ceiling of the large cell that they were in, Barricade shook his helm at how sloppy the other con was at using the whip.
A growl from across the brig had drawn Ratchet's gaze over to the emerging figure, the look of utter shock on the medics face was like music to the decepticon cop, "well! well! isn't this lovely" announced Barricade as he walked over to the bound medic and withdrew his nightstick.
"Leave" commanded the larger con.
"B-but....B-barricade....sir" stammered the smaller yellow and sandy colored con, "L-lord Megatron ordered me to interrogated the prisoners" but the lager mech just snatched the whip out of the smaller con's servos and shoved him away.
"I saw your pathetic display back there, now I'm going to show you how a real decepticon uses this thing" said the mostly black mech, and cracked the pulsing electro-whip at the medic, just grazing his upper chest plating.
"I...I'm gonna tell Megatron, then you'll be in big trouble" said the smaller con as he ran out of the brig.
"Do your worst, con scum! exclaimed Ratchet with absolute hate in his voice.
"I intend to" said Barricade darkly
Little did any of them know, that Megatron had been informed about what his underling had done, and was headed right for the brig.
"Tell me, SNAP! what Prime's plans are SNAP! you filthy autobot" SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! yelled the police mech as he lashed the medic with the whip, before freeing his throbbing spike from the confines of his codpiece.
"SUCK IT!" exclaimed Barricade as he shoved the entire length of his interface down Ratchet's throat, causing Wheeljack to squirm in a mixture of anger and arousal, while the con thrusts slowly became quicker with each swipe of the old medic's glossa.
"Unnhhh....you're good at this" moaned Barricade as he gripped the autobot's face, to keep from falling as the pace of his thrusting increased, the police mech was so focused on plowing the prisoner that he failed to her the door to the brig slide open.
"BARRICADE!! what do you think you are doing?" snarled the decepticon leader as he entered the brig, flanked by the smaller mech that had ratted him out.
Just like that, Barricade went rigid with fear, before Megatron pulled him backward and out of the medic's mouth.
"L-lord....M-megatron....I...uhhh" stammered the black con as he cowered in his leader's powerful grasp.
"WHAT WERE MY ORDERS?" snarled the imposing silver con as he leaned in close to Barricade.
"T-to....let Recoil interrogate the autobots" said the police mech with a sheepish grin.
"And what did you do? said Megatron as he glared harshly at the other con.
"I know! I know!" exclaimed Recoil like an excited child.
"Barricade disobeyed you and fucked the autobot" said Recoil happily.
Megatron just rolled his optics at the smaller con's choice of words, before stomping over to the bound bots and freed them, the secured Barricade's servos in the cuffs, then stepped back and bent down to pick up the still fully charged electro-whip.
"Yes, and disobedience must be punished" said Megatron as moved in to the perfect position to administer to flog the other mech.
"L-lord Megatron....p-please...I beg you" begged the police mech.
The decepticon leader said nothing as he drew back his arm and brought the whip forward with a effortless snap.
The shocked autobots watched with wide optics as Barricade was whipped, the police decepticon was mostly silent for the first few strikes as re most mechs, but soon he would be screaming.
Megatron was beyond displeased with the police mech, and while beatings and floggings were still quite common among decepticons, it always pained him to punish his solders like this even if he'd never admit it to them.
Megatron bit back a chuckle as Barricade began screaming after only just ten or so strikes, even Starscream lasted long that that when he got punished, the silver con could tell that everyone in the brig was getting pretty fragging horny.
"Barricade, SNAP! you will SNAP! never SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! defy me like this again" SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! thundered Megatron angrily as he rapidly snapped the electro-whip over Barricade's back plating.
Megatron stopped after about twenty lashes, which meant that silver con was either in a forgiving mood or he felt that Barricade had enough, either way it as a act of mercy, given that the normal amount for full on defiance was at least sixty.
Recoil's spike was straining against his crotch plating, the small decepticon chemist began to rub his heated groin with a shaky servo, drooling a little, his optic band dimmed with arousal as he freed his aching spike from its housing.
"Feel free to punish him if you want" said Megatron with a shark like grin as he left the brig, after having put a small surveillance camera on the wall, so he could watch the fun from the Nemesis's bridge.
Ratchet had freed Barricade's spike and slipped a metallic ring around the base of the police mech's shaft, before he and Wheelack knelt before the con from either side, while Recoil palmed his spike in a trance like state.
"For all your crimes against the autobots and Cybertron, we here by sentence you to a tongue lashing" said Wheeljack, earning a muffled snort from the medic.
Barricade's optics widened and grunted in surprise as the two autobots licked his spike, the police mech hung limp in the cuffs as the firm swipes of the other mechs tongues, no matter how much Barricade begged, he could do nothing except endure his punishment.
As soon as Recoil overloaded, the small decepticon chemist came over and tried to get in on the action, his spike once again rising to full hardness as the police mech howled in mind numbing pleasure.
"This con's gettin too loud, ya got a somethin like a belt that we can gag him with?" asked the wrecker in between licks.
Recoil smiled broadly, before running over to a wall on the other side of the brig and came back with the thick leather belt that Megatron wore when he used to work in the mines on Cybertron.
Recoil tossed the belt over to Wheeljack, who promptly gagged the police mech with it, before getting to his pedes and went over the the smaller con and scooped him up, then went over and seated himself on the slab of metal and patted the con's aft.
Wheeljack hummed to himself as he retracted the smaller con's aft platting, marveling at how plump the protoform of Recoil's aft was, the chemist was given a gentle kiss on the helm before he was place over the wreckers broad and sturdy lap.
Megatron was sprawled in his command chair and was stroking his spike, watching as the wrecker began to spank Recoil, optics switching between the spanking and Barricade's torment and felt an intense desire surging through him.
"Ohhhhh....primus!!" exclaimed the decepticon chemist as his bare aft was struck by the wreckers much larger hand, before another smack landed on his bottom with a loud smack, sending jolts of pleasure through the smaller con.
Recoil was trapped between agony and mind numbing bliss, his spike hard and dripping as it flopped around between the autobot's thighs with each smack, the chemist's aft jiggled like jelly with each firm swat.
While the wrecker certainly gave a good spankin, it was nothing compared to the ones that the old medic was know for giving, and after hearing about it from other mechs, Recoil wanted to try it himself.
Ignoring the muffled whine that escaped Barricade, Ratchet got to his feet and freed his spike, before striding over to where the others were and gently slipped his erection into the chemist's mouth.
A comforting pat on his helm, helped to ease the small con as he struggled to vent properly with such a large spike in his intake, Wheeljack felt a little bad for the little con as he made gagging sounds.
Recoil may have small, but he was actually closer to the medic in age, rather than the youngling that other mechs thought he was.
The decepticon chemist had a kinky streak that was a mile long, and was know back on Cybertron as a sex crazed old slagger, who used his skills as both a scientist/chemist and as a masochist to scare his his victims.
But no one ever knew why the small con would always leave the interrogation room with a smile, which was why Megatron's optics nearly burst from his helm as he saw Recoil having his bare aft tanned by an autobot.
Ratchet took pity on the chemist and withdrew his spike after quickly overloading in his mouth, before giving the little con's plump aft a a hard smack, drawing out a pleased moan of arousal from the chemist.
"Ya want a turn to wallop the con?" asked the wrecker with a smirk as swatted Recoil's aft once more.
"Would rather wallop the plating off Barricade's skidplate, but how could I pass up the chance to play with such a cutie" said the medic before kneeling down and capturing the chemist's mouth in a passionate kiss.
The medic's glossa danced inside of the smaller con's mouth, before pulling away and took the shocked con into his arms, then carried him out of the brig, followed by Wheeljack and leaving behind a angry and sexually deprived Barricade.
"Are you out of your fragging mind, you can't just botnap somebody!" yelled the wrecker as he and Ratchet dashed down the surprisingly empty corridor with a still fully aroused deceticon in his arms.
Megatron watched as the prisoners burst into the hangar bay and stole a shuttle, and made their escape from the Nemesis.
As Wheeljack piloted the shuttle, Ratchet tried to contact the base, after landing in a nearby clearing, Ratchet exited with Recoil and smacked the con's lovely bottom one more before transforming and opened the door for the con to get in.
As the medic approached the base, it was already getting dark, the familiar faces of team prime came into view as Ratchet pulled up and let the other mech out, before transforming himself.
The look of utter shock that passed over the faces of the team, caused the medic to smirk as Ratchet picked up the shellshocked con and carried him into the base.
"Ratchet, I believe that an explanation is required" said Optimus as he tried not to stare at the other mech as he was being carried by the medic.
Something told Optimus that the human children that they had come to know, were in for a shock, when they came to visit.
Some time later...
After Cybertron was restored, the other autobots made their way onto the ship that would take back home, all except the medic and a much smaller mech.
"Are you sure that you want to do this old friend?" asked Optimus as Jack, Raph, and Miko watched the bots that had become like a second family to them, get on the ship.
"Yes Optimus, I know where I'm needed" replied the medic, watching as his leader and friend got on board, before the ship powered up and took off for Cybertron.
"Ratchet, could you spank me?" asked Recoil as he rubbed the medic's aft.
"I've already spanked you twice today!" exclaimed the slightly annoyed medic.
"But like you've been saying since I you brought me here, I'm a naughty little decepticon that needs to punished" said the chemist with a small grin.
"Alright! alright! I'll spank you, you horny little masochist" laughed Ratchet as the two of them headed back to the base.