TRANSFORMERS: PRISON LIFE
It had been several weeks since the war ended and the autobots were actually enjoying themselves, seeing as the surviving decepticons had been sent to the prison colony on Vetrus 3.
The warden of the prison was ruled by a sadistic mech named Hammerstrike, who would order the guards to punish any prisoner, if they set so much as a pede out of line, inmates were often punished with electro-whips or even the thick leather belts that the guards wore.
For Vortex, Swindle, Hook, and Bonecrusher, the first couple of days were the worst.
The frantic cry of a mech being grabbed by a pair of guards had roused the small group from recharge, "No No No, y-you can't I didn't do anything"!! exclaimed the terrified purple and tan mech as the warden entered the cell and whipped out his spike from the confines of his cod piece.
"You know the drill, Thorn" said the imposing mech as the grinning guards pushed him down to his knees, so he could suck the warden's spike, which was already dripping a bit of transfluid at its tip.
The other four cons that were watching with horror and slight disgust, felt bolts of pleasure surge through them, Vortex moaned with delight as he actually retracted the panel of his crotch plate and freed his already hard spike from its housing and began to gently stroke it.
Thorn dipped his helm forward and licked the warden's thick shaft with his glossa a few times, before the smaller con engulfed Hammerstrike's spike and bobbed his helm with expert skill that would've been worthy of Megatron's praise.
The absolute look of disgust on Swindle's face, caused the copter to chuckle as he increased the pace of his servo on his spike.
"Wat's wrong stumpy, don't like what you're seeing"? cackled the grey mech as he watched the smaller con slurp away on the warden's spike.
"T-this is beyond fragged up, not even Megatron was this cruel" spat the arms dealer as he tried to ignore the heat that was building in his crotch.
"Hnngghhh!! I bet you four energon cubes that the warden ends up shootin him" exclaimed Vortex with a choked wheeze as he overloaded.
Hammerstrike started to get annoyed that he hadn't overloaded and motioned to the guards to take Thorn away, now the warden was not only still horny, but he was pissed off as well, which was never a good sign.
When Hammerstrike exited the now empty cell, the sight of four decepticons had caught his optics and made his way over to their cell, flanked by two other guards that had just finished paddling a dark green and silver con and escorted the sobbing mech back to his cell.
Vortex's spike quickly rose to full hardness as the warden took the paddle from the guard, before dismissing him with a flick of the wrist, then began tapping the electro-paddle against his other servo as he looked at Vortex with a grin that chilled the copter to his very core.
The warden kept a close optic on the copter as he deactivated the energy shield of the cell and let him out, before reactivating it.
"Ya know warden, you have a very a very nice selection of toys" said Vortex as he all but drooled over the many paddles, straps, whips, and canes that decorated the entire back wall of the warden's office.
"I never pegged an goody goody autobot to have a spanking fetish" said Vortex as he felt his spike twitch, as the warden sat down on his desk chair and fixed the copter with a knowing look.
"Well now you do, and I never said that I was an autobot" said Hammerstrike as he stroked his erect spike firmly.
"Y-you're a decepticon"!! exclaimed the copter.
"I was, but now I oversee this prison as a free mech, neither with the autobots or the decepticons" stated the warden.
"If you are not with a faction, then why do you still wear the decepticon symbol?" asked the other mech.
"Because I can!" said Hammerstrike firmly.
"Why am I here?" asked Vortex.
"To offer you a choice" said the warden.
"Which is?" asked the interrogator.
"I've read you file, and it looks as if you are going to be executed along with the others, but if you agree to my terms, I'll spare you and the others.
While Vortex was thinking about the warden's offer, Hammerstrike turned on the big screen on the other wall, giving the con a view of his comrades sucking off the guards, while others were being whipped.
"It's up to you, suffer a little humiliation and live as free mechs or suffer and then be killed" stated the warden as he removed the thick belt from his waist and folded it over in his servos, savoring the texture of the leather.
"Well, what's going to be?" asked the warden.
"I choose to the first one" said the defeated copter.
And with a quick call from the warden over the intercom, the whipping stopped.
"Come here and bend over my lap" said the warden softly.
Vortex bristled with humiliation as he went over to the now grinning warden and bent over his broad lap. The sound of the other mech removing the copter's aft plating, caused him to moan as his other mech gently rubbed his bare aft.
The first swat landed and sounded like a gunshot, echoing throughout the entire prison, causing the guards to snicker and stroke their spikes with great delight, while the inmates did their tasks while feeling pity for the newcomers.
Vortex was in absolute bliss as the warden's massive servo crashed against his quivering aft, spike fully hard and dripping, the copter squirmed and grunted as Hammerstrike spanked him.
While the warden walloped the dececpticon interrogator, a few of his cyberhounds found their way over to the guards and prisoners, before Swindle freed his aching cyberpenis and let it sniff him, before giving a quick lick across head of his spike.
Swindle gave a sharp grunt, before another the cyberhound gave two rapid laps over the jeeps penis, "Ohhhhhh....P-primus"!! exclaimed the smaller combaticon, before the dog began to fully lick his spike.
The warden paused in his spanking to lean over Vortex, "it seems that Brutus is giving your comrade's spike a good lickin, would you like that, having yer spike lapped at by a cyberhound until you overload?" asked the warden in a sultry tone.
Swindle was barely able to think clearly, as the cyberhound lapped all over his penis, the combaticon moaned steadily with each processor numbing swipes of it's tongue, "Ohhhhhh....that's it....L-lick daddy's spike!" exclaimed the jeep as his optics dimmed in arousal.
Hammerstrike lashed his belt across the copter's aft a few times, before hauling the grey combaticon up and shoved him down between his spread thighs.
"Suck" commanded the warden.
Vortex retracted his facemask and engulfed the entire spike, the warden moaned as the combaticon bobbed his helm up and down, swiping his glossa around, driving Hammerstrike crazy.
"Y-you're good at this, aren't you you little slut" grunted the warden.
"Ya do this for Megatron, didn't ya, bet ya gave old Megsy a spike suck after he punished ya with a good spankin" said the warden as was nearing his overload.
Truth was, Vortex did in fact get spanked by Megatron and then had to suck him off, many cons did, it was just another one of the silver con's methods of punishing his troops.
One Vortex and the warden had joined up the the others, Swindle was nearing an overload, and they were treated to the sight of the jeep as he shot a thick stream of pinkish purple cum as the cyberhound gently lapped at the stream.
The warden the strode over to the convulsing combaticon and hauled him up, and carried him over to a bench, before throwing the jeep over over his lap and began to spank him while Vortex sat down and offered Brutus his spike.
The cyberhound sniffed the copter's spike before giving it a couple of quick licks, Hook was being whipped by a sturdy yellowish tan colored mech, while Bonecrusher was sucking the spike of a guard that looked a little like Prowl.
Vortex grunted with raspy moans as his spike was assaulted by the cyberhound, the interrogator thrashed around as the hound lapped up the spike from base to tip, the decepticon interrogator was one of the best on Cybertron and if he was barely able to maintain his composure then he didn't deserve to be called and interrogation expert.
Now that he thought about it, even Megatron himself wouldn't last very long under the constant swipes of a cyberhound tongue.
Warden Hammerstrike walloped Swindle's aft, causing him to howl loudly with each thunderous spank, a feeling of shame began to build in the smaller comabaticon as his spike stiffened against the warden's thigh.
"Arghhh...p-please stop!" exclaimed Swindle as he thrashed and humped the other mech's thigh, Hammerstrike in a act of mercy, swatted the combaticon's aft a few more times before Swindle went rigid and a jet of ejaculate shot out of his spike and covered the warden's lap and part of the floor.
The cyberhound was still licking Vortex's spike when Swindle's punishment ended, the copter overloded with just three or four more licks. the rotary venting hard as helm spun from such intense pleasure.
"Primus, does my aft ever hurt" moaned Swindle as he rubbed it with a servo, much to the amusement of the other cons, once they were back in their cell.
True to his word, warden Hammerstrike released the four of them after about a month.
"What are we going to do?" asked Swindle.
"The war is over, and I don't know about what plans you have stumpy, but I'm going to join the force" said Vortex.
Swindle looked confused for a moment, but when he realized what Tex had meant he transformed and went after him.
If that sadistic fragger thought that he was going to become a slagging cop without him, then he was even crazier than he thought.
A few years later...
"This is so boring, how bout you pull that police belt off and we can play bad cop naughty captive" said Vortex as he and Swindle were sitting and growing stiff with nothing to do, the copter chuckled as their police cyberhound came over and sniffed their crotches.
"Or, we could do something else" said Swindle as he released his spike and offered to the cyberhound, moaning as the it began to lap at his spike.
Vortex quickly looked to see if anyone was nearby, before he freed his spike, while it wasn't uncommon for police mechs to have their serviced by police dogs, the fact that he and Swindle were still on duty made him a bit nervous.
Swindle's police service belt was around his pedes, while he held his nightstick, the combaticon moaning and gasping as his cyberpenis was lapped at, before Vortex joined him and offered up his spike to the dog.
"Frag it! I need to pee" exclaimed Swindle with a grunt, the jeep activated his waste protocols, sighing in relief as a stream of piss came out, causing the dog to lap at the stream of urine and slapped the upper part of his cyberpenis with it's lapping tongue
Vortex grinned behind his facemask, the sight of seeing a fellow cop and decepticon having his spike licked while pissing, was more than the copter could handle and he began to stroke his erection furiously.
Once their shift ended, Vortex was going to take great pleasure in giving the other combaticon a good spanking, although he was going to enjoy it more than Swindle would, perhaps he would take off his police belt and let stumpy have it or paddle his aft black and blue.
Either way, stumpy was getting his aft whupped.
Maybe being a cop wouldn't so bad, if it meant giving spankings and having a cyberhound lick you.
What could be better for a mech like Vortex.
The next day during a routine patrol with the police cyberhounds, Swindle came across the familiar forms of the stunticons blazing down the street without any regard for anyone else, the jeep shook his helm briefly before transforming and chasing after them.
By the time that Vortex arrived on scene and transformed to robot mode, Swindle had all the stunticons on their knees with their servos bound, spikes out and fully erect as two of them moaned from the cyberhounds lapping at their spikes.
"Ohhhhh...P-primus that's good!" exclaimed Deadend with a moan as his helm was spinning from the cyberhound lapping at his penis.
Motormaster moaned steadily as his spike was lapped at, the police dog licking up the stunticon leader's shaft with broad swaths of its massive tongue, sending jolts of mind blowing pleasure through him.
Swindle and Vortex watched with some discomfort as their shafts strained against their cod pieces, before quickly freeing their spikes from their housing, eagerly awaiting a turn to have their spikes licked.
They didn't have long to wait, because as soon as they freed their spikes, the two stunticons overloaded.
The two decepticon cops dropped to their knees and called the dogs over with a shrill whistle. The cyberhounds approached the kneeling police mechs, before giving them a quick sniff and then licked the tips of the officer's spikes.
Swindle's helm spun as the dog lapped across the head of his spike, gasping as the licking increased, Vortex whined when the dog that was lapping his spike, suddenly stopped and went over to sniff the other cop's spike.
Swindle let out a long moan, when the other cyberhound joined in with its massive broad tongue, the combaticon's penis going from flaccid to fully hard in a matter of seconds.
The two cyberhounds bathed the combaticon's turgid penis with a series of rapid licks of their huge tongues, Swindle's spike, while smaller than most other decepticons, was just big enough for the two dogs to cover his entire shaft.
"Ohhhhhhh....P-primussss!" exclaimed the police combaticon loudly, drawing the attention of a decepticon tank, who promptly transformed and went over to the source of all the noise.
"BRAWL! WHAT THE FRAG ARE YOU DOING HERE?" asked Swindle with utter shock.
"Well...I...uh, excuse me" stated the tank, before he farted loudly.
Primus, I needed that!" exclaimed Brawl.
"Good one Brawl" cackled Vortex.
"Want your spike licked?" asked the jeep out of the blue as he glanced up at the larger combaticon.
"It...hnnggh....feels real good" said the jeep with a choked grunt during a rather firm lap across the head of his penis.
"Hmmm, sounds like fun" said Brawl.
"I see that you actually managed to catch those delinquent speedsters" stated the surprised tank.
"Frag you, old man!" exclaimed one of the still bound stunticons.
"Why you little...I'm gonna tan yer aft for that" exclaimed Brawl angrily.
"Here, you can use this" said Vortex as he removed his service belt and tossed over at the fragged off tank.
Brawl quickly folded the police belt in his servo and snapped it menacingly.
Swindle was gasping as the non stop licking drove him wild, the jeep could feel his overload approaching, with a strained yell, the combaticon's penis twitched and a jet of cum exploded out of the tip.
"F-frag! that was so good, I really needed that " exclaimed Swindle as he patted the cyberdog on the head, while they both gently cleaned the combaticon's softening spike with gentle tongue swipes.
Much later, once Brawl had finished whipping their afts, the stunticons were taken to a holding cell.
Brawl was seated on the large couch that was in in Swindle's quarters, moaning as the cyberhounds lapped at his spike, while Swindle was in the bathroom seated on the toilet voiding his waste tank as he flipped through a Cybertronian spanking magazine.
Maybe if Brawl played his cards right, he would become a cop as well, if it meant having his spike tended to by cyberhounds.
Now if they could locate Blast off and Onslaught and have them become cops, then they would an even more formidable.