TRAINING AND DISCIPLINE: DECEPTICON STYLE
Onslaught,Vortex,Swindle, and Brawl were heading back to their makeshift base after a rather long patrol, "Primus do I ever need to take a fragging dump!" exclaimed Vortex as he gripped the buckle of his duty belt.
"Jeez Tex! just tell your business to whole slagging planet why don't ya" said Swindle rather bitterly, before letting out a rather brassy fart, much to the copter's amusement and Onslaught's annoyance.
Sometime after getting back to base, the sound of rapid whip cracks echoed around them, "that's it you dumb lizard, lick my spike" commanded the copter as he expertly cracked the police issue electro-whip, to train a T-rex to service him.
Swindle's optics were as big as saucers, when he saw that Vortex had his duty belt around his pedes and his thick spike jutted out from the slot in his codpiece.
"Hey Ons! said Swindle with a laugh, uh...Ons? said the jeep as he look around for the other mech and couldn't find him.
So he just stood and watched as Vortex trained the dinosaur with his usual sadistic glee. Wishing it was his spike that was being lapped at, the copter may have been a sadistic slagger; but Primus almighty! could he crack a whip.
Little did they know, that Onslaught and Brawl were currently occupied with something.
Brawl was seated on a flat rock, with the combaticon leader and police sergeant bent over his knees, having his bare aft smacked.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Arrghhhh....P-primus...slagggggg" exclaimed Onslaught as Brawl peppered his aft with unrelenting wallops that might have even rivaled Megatron's.
"Alright B-brawl...that's enough" shouted the sergeant, the meaty protoform of his aft, starting to sting from all the abuse.
"C'mon Onslaught, surely the leader of the combaticons can take a little discipline" chuckled Brawl with a lack of respect for authority, clearly enjoying having the other mech thrash around on his lap like a naughty sparkling.
"BRAWL! LET ME UP THIS INSTANT OR I'LL" began the sergeant, only for the other mech to pat his aft in mock sympathy.
"Now now Ons, is that any way to treat a fellow officer and Decepticon" said the smug tank, "I do believe that section 32 of the" began Brawl.
** "DON'T YOU FRAGGING DARE TO QUOTE THE RULES TO ME, BRAWL!" bellowed the combaticon leader in a way that reminded the tank of Megatron.**
"Uh...what he frag, Brawl!" exclaimed both Swindle and Vortex as they seem to have appeared out of nowhere.
"Oooohhh....have you been a bad little decepticon?" cackled the crazy copter as he barely held back a laugh.
"Tex, we're Cons, being bad is in the job description" said Swindle with mild annoyance at the other mech.
"But we're cops now, and cops are good, so ain't we good now too?" asked the copter.
"God fragging dammit, Vortex! you're grammar is horrible" announced the jeep with utter shame for the copter's stupidity.
"Ha ha! that's a good one" laughed Brawl.
"Would you idiots shut up and help me for frag's sake" snapped Onslaught.
Vortex rushed over and helped the sergeant off of the tank's lap, feeling a bit of pity for the combaticon leader as he gingerly rubbed his aft with one hand.
Brawl might have big and kinda dumb, but primus....did he pack a fraggin wallop.
Swindle would have never admitted it to the others, but after the Autobots had won the war, he was glad to have been offered a choice other than imprisonment or execution as well as the rest of the team.
Later that day, Onslaught was sill angry about Brawl's behavior and was thinking up ways to punish the tank. Swindle suggested brig time, Vortex had mentioned something about a whipping or a spanking.
Onslaught was thinking it over, a whipping was a more traditional Decepticon punishment, whereas spanking was a more human method of punishment, a punishment that he had once experienced at Megatron's hands.
The combaticon leader had made up his mind about Brawl's punishment, and informed the others.
To say that Brawl was pissed was an accurate statement, as the tank stomped out in a mech sized diaper that bore the Cybertronian police insignia on it, much to the amusement of the others.
"So...uhhh...O-ons, why are we here if this is Brawl's punishment?" asked a rather timid Swindle, feeling his spike rise at the sight of the diaper clad tank.
Well...since the toilets in the base are all out of order, Brawl will serve as out official bathroom, said the police sergeant who was no doubt had a very evil grin behind his facemask.
"WHAT!!!" exclaimed Brawl with a shout, before he was dragged off and tied down so that he was laying on his back, in a shallow hole, effectively making the tank into a makeshift toilet.
Over the next several earth hours, many bots and cons had relieved themselves on him or around him, Swindle was rimming Ratchet's aft as the Autobot medic released a torrent of urine form his rather hard spike.
"Ahhhhhh....that feels good! nothing like a good piss after a long day, wouldn't you say" said Ratchet in a rather amused and albeit cruel tone, and gave Swindle a kiss on the way out.
The medic stopped suddenly and turned to face the rather shocked combaticon cop. Before you ask, first spankin is free, but then you'll have to pay" said the old medic as if reading Swindle's mind.
The mere thought of going over the legendary Ratchet the hatchet's knee, had sent the jeep's arousal into overdrive and he shot a stream of ejaculate up in the air, causing the amused medic to smile at him with devious thoughts in his processor.
The foul stench of mech piss had reached the approaching mechs nasal receptors, even before they had reached Brawl. Onslaught,Vortex, and Swindle stood over the hole that the tank was in, before a disgusted Swindle reached down to the urine soaked mech and helped him up.
"Well...?" asked Onslaught like a displeased father, Brawl felt shame and anger running through his entire being, like a wildfire that was trying to consume his very spark.
"I-I'm sorry Sir" said the utterly humiliated and remorseful tank, who after a few moments was pulled into his leaders powerful arms, and for the first time since sparklinghood, lightly sobbed in Onslaught's embrace.
"Oh Brawl....I hated having to punish you in such a way" said the combaticon leader as Swindle and Vortex joined in on the epic group hug.
Brawl might have been the idiot of the combaticons, but he was Onslaught's idiot, and the combaticon leader loved him in his own special way.
A few days later...
Onslaught felt a rush of pleasure flow through him as he and Brawl chased a suspect through the streets, before transforming to robot mode and pulled their guns and crept into the alley that the bot had ducked into.
The wet sounds of slurping and moaning were heard, both Ons and Brawl stopped short at the sight of Vortex leaning back against the wall, while Both Ratchet and a T-rex lapped at his throbbing erection.
"Sorry Ons, you'll....hnngghhh....have to wait your....ohhhhh...turn" moaned the copter
Brawl couldn't wait, so he freed his spike and pulled out a whip, unfurling it; then gave it a quick snap to get the Dino's attention.
"That's right you dumb animal, said the tank as he cracked the police issue whip with more force, come to daddy" said Brawl as he pointed to his fully erect spike. Gasping when the beast's tongue lapped over the head of his bloated spike. Before long, Brawl had settled into a pattern of cracking the whip, followed by a lick from the T-rex. Leaving poor Vortex to suffer under Ratchet's expertly wicked glossa.
"Merciful Primus! that's good, my what a dirty little autobot you are, on your knees and sucking of a nasty decepticon like me" chortled the copter.
Ratchet withdrew from sucking and chuckled at the whimpering copter, "you're this close to overloading and I'm not even halfway through, must me pretty good if a perverse slagger like you is moaning like a cheap pleasure drone" said the rather bored autobot medic.
Ratchet never missed a chance to humiliate a decepticon, especially one like Vortex, "alright! time up the stakes" he thought to himself.
"You decepticons will follow my orders or I'll have to punish you" said the the medic rather darkly.
"What could a little glitchmouse like you, possibly do?" scoffed Brawl as he shoved the T-rex's massive head off his spike.
"Why don't you come here and find out" said Ratchet as he eyed the combaticons.
Vortex was the first to approach the old medic, and as soon as he did, Ratchet snatched the copter before quickly sitting down on a steel crate and pulled the shocked mech over his knees and pinned him in one fluid motion.
"C'mon Autobot, y-you've made yer slagging point! now let me up" said the crazed copter in a panic.
"You have no idea, just how much I've wanted to do this to you" stated the medic.
"I certainly hope that it teaches you something..." informed the old CMO before two smacks landed on his aft.
The other two combaticons watched in shock and fear as the cranky old autobot medic, walloped the plating off the copter's aft, Vortex's hwols of agony were like music to the medic's audios.
"This is how a decepticon should be punished" informed Ratchet, being a medic as well as a sire and grandsire, he knew just how far to go when giving a spanking, something that that combaticon leader took to spark.
And no sooner had the punishment started, it came to an abrupt end, causing a humiliated copter to be helped off the old medic's lap in a gentle way.
"Well that was something" sated Brawl.
Ratchet gave the copter's aft a soothing grandfatherly pat, shaking his helm at how much the feared decepticon interrogator looked more like a well punished youngling rather than decepticon officer.
"There there you overgrown sparkling, you'll live" said Ratchet as the lightly sobbing copter melted into Onslaught's arms, giving the autobot a rare glimpse of just how loving decepticons could be.
And it made him smile.
Now, if only he had a cloth to wipe the wetness on his crotch.
Ratchet took one last look at the decepticons before transforming and headed back to autobot base, mentally kicking himself for not taking pictures, because nobody was going to believe him about ho loving the combaticons could be.
Once back at their makeshift base, Onslaught, Vortex, Swindle, and Brawl were seated with their spikes out, so that their pet T-rex would pleasure them.
"Ohhhhhh...Primus I needed this!" exclaimed Brawl as their pet approached him and bent its head down to lap at his spike, sparking a bit of jealousy in the other combaticons, as they wanted to be serviced.
One by one, each of them had their spike licked, Onslaught was nearing the end of his session when a choked gasp sound from out of nowhere, causing the group to whip around and saw a stunned combaticon shuttle gawking at the scene.
"Oh....hey Blastoff" said Swindle casually from across the room still wearing his service belt.
"That's all I get, I've been gone for months doing the prime's bidding and all I get is hey Blastoff, WHAT THE FRAG GUYS!" shouted the shuttle.
The rest of the team watched as the shuttle ranted a raved like a crazy person, before Onslaught got up and went over to the shuttle, before smacking him on the aft.
"Are you done with all the theatrics? whip out your spike and join us" said Onslaught in an attempt to calm his fellow combaticon down.
Shaking his helm, the shuttle freed his spike and joined the others, finally glad to be finished with his mission and back with the team.
It was good to be home. And having a organic pet to service you, had made coming home, even better.