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Chapter 1: Big Mouth
Sentinel didn’t know how it had come to this… he really didn’t like to think about it because for once… he couldn’t blame it on anyone else. It was best not to speak ill of the dead, or at least Jazz had better be dead. Yes, they were just some no name rookies, Optimus’ crew, but then again they hadn’t expected to be attacked by Megatron. Optimus had been lying, he had been sure before the grey mech punched him out, and that even if there were a few Con’s on the mud ball that there weren’t any truly dangerous ones.
He had been wrong… and was suffering for it now as the warlord’s captive.
Why hadn’t the grey mech taken someone else?
Because he was the highest rank there, he knew that.
Leaning his helm forward, feeling the cuffs tug around his wrists. He swallowed hard to keep from whimpering as two shadows overfell him again. He wished Magnus was here. This was supposed to be a routine check in, to check on the Allspark’s status and how many shards had been found.
He wasn’t supposed to be here, knocked out and dragged to some unknown location, gagged and bound like a common criminal.
Was he going to die like this? He had so many plans… he’d never get to be Magnus. He’d never get to prove that he was better than Optimus like everyone always murmur in their academy days.
“So tell me,” purred Megatron as he grabbed Sentinel by his chin and dragged the bound mech onto his knees as he pulled out the gag, “How many shards have the Autobot’s collected, where are they and does Ultra Magnus know I’m here? Will he be sending more men?”
The blue mech bore his dentals and stated, “I will not betray the Autobot cause.”
Nor my dream… a traitor cannot become Magnus. Thought the Prime to himself as a grey claw suddenly dug into one of his shoulders, drawing energon and making him whimper as the life liquid dripped down his back. He could take pain. He would have to know how to take pain if he was ever going to get everyone’s respect.
Everyone would see him when this was over. He’d get a medal and everyone’s aspirations. He just had to survive and keep his mouth shut. The latter … might be difficult to do.
“Well, I’m sure I can convince you otherwise,” purred Megatron, his clawed digits gleaming in the dull light. “I’m sure I can.”
…
Sentinel coughed up a little energon, the liquid running down his jaw. He had been half beaten and slapped around, shocks sent through his body whenever he said something that displeased the warlord. In truth, it could have been worse… they could crack his other optic and blind him entirely.
Megatron stared at the electro prod. In truth, he was great at torture and had been doing so for countless vorns, but he didn’t have time for this. He was truthfully bored. The youngling, if barely an adult, had been given interrogation training and his whimpers and barks were all practiced so well that this wasn’t as much fun as it might have been if the Autobot was untrained.
He wanted some real screams. In fact, the first time an armor panel had been ripped off, wires bore for claws to rip off… well, Sentinel barely gave a pathetic wail but it was mostly restrained. He was a Prime after all so he had practiced that kind of pain.
But that wasn’t as infuriating as the fact the blue Prime had a mouth on him. A cocky little bastard, spouting Autobot propaganda and that he would one day be Magnus and take revenge for this.
Unlikely. That would be the day, but at least it kept the warlord slightly entertained. At this point he just wanted to beat the brat into the rock bed because the Autobot was irritating more so for his back talk than for not giving Megatron the information he wanted.
“I-I barely felt that,” choked Sentinel holding back a shutter, the torture only going on for about an groon or two now, some of his arm blackened where the prod had struck. “Y-you call yourself a warlord. Pathetic.”
Red optics becoming slits, the grey mech leaned down so his face was a few inches from the other, baring his denta as he stated, “You have a big mouth, Autobot. A cocky little bastard. I’m going to play with you until I get what I want. Spare yourself a painful death and TELL ME WHERE THE FRAGMENTS ARE!!”
Pressing down the fear and realization that he might deactivate here on this stone floor in a cave from the looks of it, burnt and bleeding and probably missing a lot more of his armored panels by the end, Sentinel did something he would regret for the rest of his life.
He spat at the warlord… right on the face.
Standing up quickly, lip raised in disgusted, the grey mech quickly wiped the energon and spittle mix off of his face and glared at it a moment before he whisked it away. Little slagger. Megatron knew he could torture the blue mech for days but he was sure he wouldn’t break the little Prime before he offlined being the frail Autobot he was. Pride for some mech’s was harder to break then paneling and melted wiring. This ‘Bot was cocky and big mouthed and upheld the Autobot’s beliefs to the last … the Autobot was prepared to be tortured and he was too proud to allow anything else.
Huffing, wondering what to do. He stared at the Autobot’s face wondering what would be deserving punishment for such a proud mech… So proud that his face was still blemish free despite the cracked optic. There was not a scratch or dent there because the Prime had been protecting it while he was being kicked around. A proud and vain mech indeed. It was almost a shame he had to ruin that pretty face even though it did have a big mouth on it, a mouth he was going to break.
A thought, so hard and fast and dark hit the grey mech that his spike almost pressurized of its own accord under his cod piece. It was a big mouth… a really big, wet mouth, perfect for screaming and moans with that vocalizer and it had been a long time… fifty years, almost a full vorn, since Megatron had had any and none of his men were really that appetizing.
Smiling wickedly, Megatron grabbed the blue mech by his huge chin and stated, “I will only ask you one more time… where are the shards that have been collected and will Ultra Magnus be sending any more men? Speak or you will never forget what I’ll do to you next.”
“Frag you! No amount of torture will make me betray my planet or my Magnus,” or label me as a traitor thought Sentinel silently. If he let even an ounce of info out, he might be labeled as a traitor or lose his rank and if that happened… he would never be Magnus. He could fix his beaten in face after he was rescued… he would not be able to salvage a ruined reputation though.
Shrugging, a huge smile on the warlord’s face in a mil-a-second, the grey mech murmured, “No… I’ll be fragging you.”
The blue mech didn’t even get to digest the insult as he was punched in the face, right over the springs in the right side of his jaw. Sentinel couldn’t help but yelp, knowing it the jaw spring was broken before he even tried to move his jaw. He would still be able to throw insults, true, but the side of his jaw was probably hanging now and he would have no luck biting if any small limbs if they came to close to his face.
Slagger.
Yet, before the blue mech could even release another cocky insult, he found himself being dragged forward by his helm, almost tripping twice as he struggled to walk as the energon cuffs dug into his back with his wrists and sapped his energon so he couldn’t put up much of a struggle.
Not that that stopped Sentinel, “You hit like a femme.”
Megatron, who was heading towards his throne for some reason, stalled to glare at the blue mech for a moment before he stated, “We’ll see who is little more than a femme.”
Then, instead of being hit again, the Prime stared in confusion as the grey mech sat down, dragging a chain that had been attached to the cuffs forward until the blue mech slammed against grey legs. Sentinel immediately got a sick feeling when the chain was snapped into a locking mechanism on the throne and then with widening optics he watched as Megatron smile wickedly and then reach for his cod piece.
“I said you would regret this. A big mouth can be a bad thing and you are going to learn that the hard way,” purred Megatron as he pulled the cod piece away, revealing a half pressurized cock and dry port. He then smiled at the blue mech, loving the fear that appeared in those optics, even if one was cracked.
Sentinel yelped immediately, knowing what the warlord was going to do to try and get information out of him. He could not let this happen. This would ruin his reputation even more so than being a traitor. If people knew his mouth, for why else had the fragger ruin his lovely jaw, was anywhere near that spike… he’d never get the respect needed to be voted in as the next Magnus. Yet, just as he struggled to get on his knees and as far away as the chain would allow, two large hands reached out and grabbed either side of his helm and slammed the Prime’s face downward.
He couldn’t even close his mouth the whole way because of the damaged jaw, gaging as his lips were forced down onto that half pressurized spike, forcing them open a few more inches for the girth. He immediately yelled, the sound blocked by the offending spike in his mouth, the Autobot shivering at the thought of how big that spike must be when fully pressurized… half a spike was already heavy on his metallic tongue.
Megatron merely dimmed his optics, loving the wet hot feel around his mass and how that blue helm bobbed as the Prime struggled to pull his head away. Allowing the mech to struggle for a few more moments, hands securely keeping that mouth on his spike, Megatron listening to the muffled swearing and then … he thrusted forward.
He knew the blue mech yipped, stock still for a moment as his tongue unconsciously tried to push the offending object out which just made Megatron’s fans turn on. He was going to enjoy this. Pressing the helm downward some more so that those dirty lips rode all the way down to the hilt of his spike, the warlord shifted inside that wet crevasse with his slowly hardening mass, smiling when he knew what was coming next.
He was now fully aroused.
Megatron’s spike became fully erect, slamming into the back of the little Autobot’s throat-tubing. The Prime reacting immediately, choking, sputtering, his legs kicking out behind him as he struggled to get away, his vents gasping as they struggled to get air in without the help of the vent in the throat.
Megatron reveled in it, loving the struggling body between his legs and how the tongue was pushing against his mass desperately, the jaw pushed open widely to harbor his girth. He chuckled at Sentinel’s display, loving that he got his first cleaner-fluid tear as the mech continued to choke on his spike.
Laughing in his throat, the grey mech purred, “You can thank your big mouth for this.”
He then let the head free, listening to the mech spurt and gasp as he pulled away until the blue cocky mech finally was sitting on his knees, looking at the item that had been in his throat, optics big at its size, his mouth harboring not one insult. Megatron loved that look, as if he was fragging a virgin and she was scared of the thing. It was cute look on that cocky face especially with spittle dripping down his jaw.
“Now be a good boy and use that tongue of yours… you had no trouble before,” chuckled the horny mech, revering in those blue optics.
Sentinel, realizing he was about to be pulled back down, cried out, “No, No ….ooooo, uhg, mmmm, uuuhhh.”
Megatron purred at the muffled sounds around his spike now ,those lips firmly around his girth as he started to shifted slowly upwards, watching his spike pulse as he pushed it in half way and then out most of the way, loving how it was now gleaming with the blue mech’s juices. Spittle wasn’t always a bad thing. It made a great lube.
Lounging back in his chair, comming his soldiers not to bother him for the next goon or two, Megatron kept a slow pace, loving that the cocky Autobot was still yelling or whimpering or cursing around his mass though it just sound like muffled words of encouragement to him as the spittle rolled down his shaft. And so, he kept that slow steady pace until he was baring his dentas, his spike so hard and throbbing it felt like it was turning into stone. Keeping up this slow pace was almost torture by now, especially since every time he shifted his hips downward he met a wet puddle forming around the oral fluid that had dripped down his shaft.
Deciding that he could get another blow-job later, and now had a reason to keep the mech alive for negotiations, Megatron pulled one hand away and used it to propel himself into standing position, the smaller mech giving a yip at the sudden change in position as the spike rolled against the top of the Autobot’s mouth.
Then, optics going wide as he realized what was going to happen, Sentinel offlined his optics feeling both hands grab the back of his helm as the Con started slamming in all the way, wildly, no rhythm or beat in mind. Just trying to get his spike to come as quickly as possible as it slammed down Sentinel’s throat.
And so, Megatron moaning like a bull as he humped that throat, he came, pouring his hot cum into that abused mouth, slamming in once more and then twice more as his spike expanded and released its load. The recipient choked on the metal rich impregnators, spurting out small amounts of cum out the side of his broken jaw though most of it was sliding down his throat and into his tank.
Sentinel gagged at the thought alone, whimpering as those grey hands released his head. Taking the freedom to turn his head, the Autobot turned to the side and spit out as much as he could of the silver cum.
Megatron merely took a step back revering in the display of the blue Autobot choking on the hot fluids, little amounts still hanging to his lips and jaw. The warlord waited until Sentinel was done spitting on the floor before he came forward and grabbed that chin, smiling down at those angry, proud and defiant optics, “Did you like the taste of my metal, my spike? Did you learn a lesson?”
Anger, pure unadulterated rage that he might lose his status as Magnus if anyone ever got wind that he had been forced to suck Megatron’s spike outweighed any intelligence in Sentinel’s helm and he found himself… spitting upward again, Megatron’s own nanties suddenly running down that grey chassis.
The glow of red optics made it fairly obvious that Megatron was not amused.
Baring his dentas, his spark slamming upward in rage, Megatron barked, “Still cocky! Well, you need a harder lesson then little Autobot! You give a blowjob like a virgin! Let’s see if you are one!”
Not even given time to look deathly afraid, Sentinel wishing he could have taken his pervious action back, the Autobot was slammed against the thrown, head on the chair’s lap so his aft was elevated in the air. Pride was taking a step back as he thought of losing his rank as well as his port, the blue mech screaming, “S-stop! Stop! I’m sorry! I’ll keep my mouth shut! Please don’t … ahhhh!”
Sentinel screamed as his legs were forced open and a thick hand reached between them and roughly felt around for the cod piece’s seams and then, once he found it, the warlord ripped the piece of metal right off making Sentinel choke in pain.
“No! No! No! No! Not there! I’ll suck your spike! Stop!”
“Silence!” yelled Megatron as he backhanded the Prime, slamming the blue helm against the metal of the chair, Sentinel’s sight going black for a moment as he felt bulky hands on his aft, one dipping down and feeling for his port and the other undoubtedly getting that girth rock hard again for his … slightly damp port.
Sentinel immediately sobbed at the thought, hating himself for even being a little damp, Megatron’s slow blowjob causing his port to react only naturally.
Laughing as he stuck a finger in, grin going wide as Megatron pressed against a thin membrane inside the valve, he chuckled harder. There was the seal on the inside, Sentinel arching in sudden horror as he tried to wiggle away, still half out of his head from the slap against the chair.
Megatron couldn’t help but purr, “Well… what do you know, a tight little virgin. Maybe learning to scream like a femme will teach you how to be a little less cocky.”
“No… don’t! Please!” whimpered the still partially blind mech as he tried to rise himself with his knees only to be smacked back down by the larger form.
Megatron, only sliding his finger in and out a few times to get a feel of the tightness he would be exploiting, loving how the hole quivered in fear and anticipation of the hard frag it was about to get. He had waited enough… he needed to teach that big mouth what his mouth was really for besides a blow-job: screaming.
Stopping the pumping of his now hard rod, the large mech took a step forward and used his hand to guide the tip in of his spike into the quivering valve, not even allowing Sentinel to try and shift away as he grabbed those blue hips. Megatron smiled darkly. Then, he slammed in… the thin seal ripping open and the spike plowing in only half way. Sentinel, predictably, withered below him, legs kicking out as the youth’s engine stalled, Sentinel screaming, “AHHHHHH! STOP! Get it out! Uhhh! Out! Uuuuhhhh!”
Moaning, rolling his head back in pure bliss, the blow-job nothing compared to his, Megatron purred, “Uhh…. Primus… you are so tight I can’t even get my spike the whole way in. Guess… I’ll have to force it.”
Optics going wide, sight almost completely back, Sentinel tried to turn his head so he could see how much more had to go in. From what he could tell … Megatron wasn’t lying.
“Uuuuh, don’t … y-you-ah … too BIG! You’re ripping me!”
Ignoring the screaming and crying patron, Megatron lifted that cute aft up, watching energon bleed out of the edges of the too-stretched port, grabbed the front of the thighs. Loving the feel of the port trying to expel his mass and the shifting, the withering Autobot shaking in pain, Megatron pulled on those thighs as he slammed in with all the force he could. Sentinel actually arched halfway off the throne, his vocals screeching so loud that Megatron actually turned his head for a moment though he didn’t pull his spike out. He just left the girth in there, watching as the port shivered and struggled to expel the metallic mass, the blue body soon crying out as he tried to shift away which merely causing a rocking motion since Megatron was all but stuck inside the hot port… which was just aroused the warlord.
“Take it out! Take it out!” cried Sentinel as he tried to shift away, legs shaking in weakness as his knees threatening to give out which merely causing more thrusting motion as he tried to pull away only to slide back. Megatron merely moaned, loving the desperate action, his spike quite content buried so deep inside the virgin port, the mech below him probably too proud to frag anything but femmes.
“Oooh, keep moving… that’s good. Your tight port is too good to pull out. I don’t think I will,” moaned Megatron as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the blue mech’s waist and leaning his chassis against the back of the Prime, pulling the virgin port up due to the action. Sentinel merely collapsed against the throne, sobbing at the feel of the spike’s new position and how Megatron was now kissing the side of his helm.
“Uuuuh, oooh so good my little slut,” whisper Megatron before he shifted, rubbing seams and anything else he could reach while one arm remained wrapped around the Prime’s waist. “Just think … this could have all been avoided if you had shut up and gave me the shards.”
Standing up slowly, he pressed in a little more, making Sentinel shiver, “Glad it wasn’t… Now, enough of this waiting. I’m going to pound into you my pretty ‘Bot.”
Then, he began the rocking motion. Megatron just barely pulling out as he rocked his spike into the throbbing and painfully aching port that was disobeying its master and sucking once and a while on that metal rod, the reproductive system unfamiliar with spike penetration and trying to adapt.
Megatron merely sighed through his vents, loving the little port that was bleeding and ripped and too stretched, yet it was still trying to uphold its function to pull nanites out of the penetrating donor and into the birthing chamber for reproduction if spark merging followed. Unfortunately for Sentinel, the blue mech didn’t have a plug to stop impregnation … virgin ports never did. It was something that came after the first penetration.
Well, Megatron had no need for an heir though if he was bored, it would be a fun experiment. Not today though… unless the blue mech refused to stay quiet … except for those arousing sobs that is.
Picking up the pace, loving how the blue mech sobbed, shivering, Sentinel sobbed, “Uuuh … uhhh… stop. Please!”
Ah, an utterance.
That was a good enough excuse for him. Now pulling out half way, the grey mech grabbed the blue helm to pull Sentinel’s head back, growling, “What did I say about keeping your big mouth shut… Now I’m going to punish you!”
Pulling out, paying no mind to the energon dripping down almost the entire length of his spike and to the floor, the warlord suddenly flipped the smaller mech over so his back was now in the chair. Then, grabbing those legs and spreading them as he placed himself between them, glad for the new position, he chuckled darkly. Now, the little brat could watch him penetrate that bleeding port and he could also see the expression of fear and pain as Megatron did so.
… Especially when he ripped open that chassis!

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“Ahhhh!” screamed Sentinel, sobbing, covered in fluids, Megatron’s spike rubbing against his port though not penetrating. He knew what was going to happen, why Megatron was ripping into his chassis now, metal screeching as the older mech tried to get at his spark. The metal was sliding and giving way to prying and damaging claws… soon he would be sullied completely.
“N-No! Don’t impregnate me! P-please! My life will be ruined!” cried Sentinel as he tried to kick out or wiggle out of the throne that was slowly being covered in various fluids and that he was pinned against.
Megatron merely chuckled at the feeble struggles from the beaten, cuffed, raped, and dishonored mech when he finally get to the latch he wanted, the ripped chassis sliding open and bathing his face in a light blue light… fitting for an Autobot. Sentinel, more in sorrow than pain, threw his head back with a wail of misery as his light bathed the two of them, the revealed spark shivering in fear or perhaps arousal.
The warlord merely admired it, thinking that it reminded him of so many other sparks he had crushed in the past as he stated, “Should have told me what I wanted, Autobot.”
Then, ready for this, his own chassis opening and raining its light down on the blue mech’s who’s optics went wide at the size of Megatron’s red and silver spark. The warlord’s glowing orb was big… that’s how old sparks were. They expanded slowly… and were prime for impregnating with all that energy, especially with such a hard working port. It was just shivering as that spike slapped against it… trying to fulfill its purpose.
Back to business, thought the warlord as he watched a horrored gleam overcome Sentinel’s optics.
Rising those hips up, Megatron started to press his spike back in with far more ease now that the port was slightly broke in, Sentinel screaming and wiggling in desperation that hadn’t been there before. A mech could hide a rape… not a pregnancy. Yet, despite the struggles, an urgency now in the young body, Megatron still got back in. In fact, it was a little easier this time with all the lube, or energon to be exact. And then with that port firmly around his metal, he grabbed those legs on either side of his hips and started slamming in, his spike almost a blur, the blue mech almost convulsing around the slamming metal.
“Stoppp! Uuhhh, Uhh, Uuhh, Oooo!” whimpered the blue mech, loose tears streaming down his face as his valve started to respond. It was getting warm, and he was getting tight, a pulse of pleasure coming with the pain, the valve knowing its purpose to keep the carrier in somewhat pleasure to try and encourage future matings. “Uuuuh! Nooooo!”
Megatron merely moaned, loving that little valve. He needed to rape more virgins… because their valves would come on instinct alone, “Y-y-you like my spike, huh?”
Shaking his head, hating how his own breathing was becoming just as labored as Megatron’s and how his hips were now swinging with the grey mech, something coming, he shook his head, “Nnnno! Stop! Get it out… uuuuhhhh!”
The blue mech unable to stop instinct, threw in head back as he moaned, his hips now swinging of their own accord, his vents panting, “Uhhh, uhhh, uuuhh. Ohh. Oooh. Good. I-its … soo big… uuh, good … uhh... stop.”
Megatron merely moaned, spittle dripping down his chin, his spike feeling so tight and compressed in the valve that was about to come, whimpering, “Come for me, cc-come for me… Uhhh.”
All but slamming his hips against the other, the bangs probably audible in the whole base, Sentinel cried, “No! No! No! Uh. Uuuuuh, oooh Primus!”
His valve rippling, his hips still slamming and the spike still slapping into his valve as lube, pre-cum and blood dripped between both of their thighs… his first orgasm was coming. Megatron knew it and moaned without restraint as he pounded into the shivering valve until … Sentinel arched, gasping as every limb went tingly and his birthing chamber seemed to explode with inner pleasure, the valve walls squeezing in order to milk their prize. Megatron did not disappoint the reproductive system’s work, roaring as he came as well, ripping the blue mech off the throne and slamming Sentinel’s chassis against his chassis as their sparks met and sizzle. A second orgasm overcame Sentinel right after the first and making the Autobot scream as his hips still unknowingly road that rod, hot nanites spilling into him in what felt like hot gallon after hot gallon, Sentinel’s port sucking it up, sucking it into his birthing camber… readying itself for a probable offspring.
And then... nanites all sucked out, Sentinel panting, bleeding, burned, port still coming as an invitation to the pulling-away limp spike … Sentinel was laid in the throne as a hiccupping shivering mass somewhere between bliss and agony. Sentinel couldn’t help but stare up at Megatron and note that the warlord was smiling, quite proud of himself and his huge spike.
“Come like a little virgin too,” purred Megatron as he leaned forward over the exhausted and smaller form, whispering to the other, “Now tell me… where are the shards?”
Still struggling to vent, knowing he was sullied in a way that could never be undone and that he only had one point of salvation left, Sentinel whispered, “No.”
Megatron … merely smiled and reached for his spike, “Another round then? Don’t mind if I do.”
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