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Collections	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 19825 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Mute Pet
Pairing: Swindle/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, angst, mech/human interaction, oral, rimming, slash, sticky, toys
Summary: (AU; 1/1) Swindle picks up some odd cargo.
A/N: Written for shozurei, and OMC Justin belongs to her.

Swindle huffed in annoyance as he raced down a narrow alleyway, tilting his helm to see if he was being followed. Once he was certain that no one was tailing him, Swindle lowered down the shield covering his frame, gazing down at his servo with a smug grin. Held tightly in his palm was an illegal laser canon that he had swiped from a group of street thugs. Swindle was always reluctant to let go of any form of currency, and since the group of humans appeared to be weak and pitiful, he merely stole it. The weapon model was nothing impressive, at least in his processor, but he was certain that a few humans would pay handsomely for it. He was about to inspect the weapon more closely when he heard numerous footsteps racing in his direction. He knew he could fend his enemies off, but the noise would probably attract unwanted attention. The last thing he needed was the Detroit police chasing after him.

“I think he went down this way!” a voice snarled.

“Blast the son of a bitch!” another voice yelled. “We’ll sell his parts!”

Grumbling to himself, Swindle turned to run, gasping when he stumbled over a few garbage pails. The weapon fell from his servo, landing near a cardboard box as he crashed to the ground with a loud bang. Quickly, he scrambled to his feet and snagged the weapon along with the cardboard box, transforming and tossing the items into his backseat as he sped down the alley, bursting through several more trashcans. As he raced down the street, he detected a faint wriggling in his backseat and fair amount of body heat radiating off the leather. Turning into a warehouse he was renting, Swindle transformed back and dumped the items from his backseat onto the ground. The damp and dirty cardboard box shifted, and a ragged young man with shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and delicate facial features crawled out. The young man’s eyes widened at the sight of the purple and tan mech, and he shivered violently in terror as the mech leaned in to get a closer look at him.

“What’s your name, human?” Swindle asked, unimpressed with what he saw. “Well? Answer me? Are you deaf and mute?”

The young man shook his head and then nodded, rubbing his hand over his throat.

Swindle arched an optic ridge, confused. “Wait…what? You’re not deaf?” The man nodded. “So…you’re just mute?”

The young man nodded again.

Swindle sighed and tapped his pede on the ground. He almost let the young man go, but his processor suddenly came up with a wicked idea. Even though the young man was wearing torn, ratty clothing, and his hair was matted and dirty as was his skin, Swindle could see potential. The young man had beautiful features hidden under the muck. All he needed was a good scrubbing and some new clothing. This was a golden opportunity to test out a human in the role of a pet. Humans could be beautiful creatures if properly groomed, and Swindle knew there would tons of potential buyers. The amount of credits he could earn nearly made him drool in excitement. It also helped that the kid was mute. The young man wouldn’t be able to scream for help. This homeless boy was going to be the perfect test subject.

“Ah…how do you…communicate…with others?” Swindled asked.

The young man quickly rummaged through his cardboard box, pulling out a small piece of chalkboard and chalk, writing out, “Like this.”

Swindle snorted, “Got a name?”

The young man erased the letters and wrote out, “Justin.”

“Justin, hmm?” Swindle sighed. “I don’t like that name. I think I’ll call you…Voice Box. That’ll suit you just fine, little pet.”

With trembling hands, Justin wrote out, “What are you talking about?”

“Well…it doesn’t seem like you have any where to go,” Swindle chuckled, stepping closer to the human, “so you should just stay with me. You can be my pet. Don’t look so scared, Voice Box. I’ll treat you nicely.”

Swindle laughed as the young man dropped the chalkboard and tried to run away from him. He easily snagged Justin’s leg between his fingers and carefully dragged the kid back as he laid out on his side. For a short time, he reveled in teasing Justin, letting him go and then quickly catching him by the leg or arm before tugging him back. Justin fought back, kicking, biting, slapping, scratching, and punching at Swindle’s fingers. His efforts only made the mech laugh louder. Once bored of the cat and mouse game, Swindle tossed the young man into the air. Justin may not have been able to scream, but his petrified facial expressions were enough to make the mech chuckle in sadistic glee. After a few minutes, he stopped torturing his new pet, not wanting to give the young man a heart attack.

“All right, Voice Box, it’s time to head out,” Swindle stated. “I need to pick up a few items, and I don’t think it would be wise to leave you alone.”

After tossing the canon into his storage compartment, Swindle transformed and placed Justin in the backseat. Several seatbelts shot out and wrapped over Justin’s wrists, stomach, and legs, keeping the young man trapped. Swindle drove away from the warehouse, and he eventually stopped at a pharmacy store, using a holoform to enter it. With the windows tinted and Justin secured to the seat, no one would notice the trapped young man. Rummaging through aisles, he picked up several hygiene products ranging from toothpaste to shampoo and several snacks too. Once satisfied with his selection of products, Swindle paid the cashier. Human currency was easy to obtain. Humans were just as gullible as any Cybertronian. Still, he hated parting with his money. He had to remind himself that this was a golden investment.

Tossing the bagged items into the backseat alongside Justin, Swindle then drove to a small shopping district. After scanning over Justin’s unique body dimensions, Swindle stepped out again in holoform. He only had an hour to shop before the stores closed for the night, so he had to pick quickly. He found several pairs of blue and black jeans that would fit nicely around Justin’s hips and ass. He also snatched a few pajama bottoms. He found a few short sleeve shirts that would look great against the young man’s lean chest along with a few tank tops. For underwear, he picked out boxers and even a few thongs. The lingerie in the woman’s section caught his eyes, and he snagged one crimson, frilly outfit with garters and a black, leather one with matching boots. He also picked out a stack of towels. The astronomical bill nearly caused his spark to fizzle out, but he reminded himself, again, that this was a golden opportunity.

With the shopping spree over, Swindle returned to the warehouse. Justin was in desperate need of a bath, and there were several rooms in the warehouse with bathrooms and showers. His olfactory sensors could only handle so much. Transforming back and clutching Justin’s thrashing form in his servo, Swindle strode over to a room that he knew didn’t have a window. He would have to set up a shield over the warehouse at a later time. Opening the door, Swindle tossed in the bag full of hygiene products and two towels before placing Justin on the floor. The young man glared up at him, but he made no effort to run.

“Clean yourself up, Voice Box,” Swindle growled before slamming the door shut.

He was still agitated from the loss of money, and he slumped to the floor near the door, tapping his fingers on the ground. When he heard Justin step under the spray of water, he quietly opened the door and snatched the young man’s discarded clothes. Wrinkling his nasal ridge in disgust, he tossed them out a window into a garbage bin. An hour passed until the shower turned off, followed by a rustling noise and the sink turning on. Swindle guessed from the following noises that Justin was brushing his teeth and using the mouthwash. A cruel smile crept over his faceplates as Justin’s footsteps grew erratic. It seemed that the young man had finally figured out that his clothes were missing.

“What’s wrong, Voice Box?” Swindle snickered. “Missing something? Heh, I threw them out. I have new ones…better ones out here. Come out. You have a towel to cover yourself with.” Minutes ticked by, and Swindle grew impatient. “Get out here or I’ll pull you out.”

The door slowly opened, and Justin hesitantly stepped out, water still dripping from his body. Swindle licked his lips at the sight of the young man. He had guessed right. Underneath all the grime, Justin was a beautiful young man. The towel clung to his slim hips, nipples pert from the cool air of the warehouse, brown hair clinging to the side of his face. Swindle briefly wondered what Justin would look like without the towel. A deep blush formed on Justin’s cheeks as he stood under Swindle’s intense stare, and he made a few scribbling motions with his hand. Breaking out of his trance, Swindle kicked over Justin’s chalkboard.

Justin wrote out, “Clothes?”

“Ah…yes…we’ll get to that, Voice Box,” Swindle laughed. His grin grew when he heard a low rumbling coming from the young man’s belly. “When’s the last time you ate something?” He held up a bag of chips, waving them near Justin’s face. “I could give you these…if you do something for me.”

Gulping, Justin wrote, “What?”

“Give me a kiss,” Swindle answered. “I’m curious about you humans. I want to…taste you…”

Justin hastily wrote out, “No! Fuck you!”

Swindle snorted, “Now, that wasn’t very nice.” He laid out on his side and continued dangling the bag of chips over Justin’s head. “You’re trapped in here, Voice Box, and you’re not getting out. How long do you think you can last without something to eat?”

Justin’s bottom lip quivered, and his eyes began to water. With hunger pangs getting the better of him, Justin walked over to Swindle and kneeled before the mech’s face. Hesitantly, the young man pressed his lips to Swindle’s mouth. Parting his lips, Swindle extended his glossa, shoving the tip into Justin’s mouth, servo shooting up to catch and hold the young man’s wriggling body. Justin tried to bite down on the invading appendage, but the attack only felt like a tickling sensation to Swindle. The purple and tan mech took his time exploring Justin’s mouth, tasting mint from the toothpaste and the young man’s own unique flavor. It was at this time that Swindle couldn’t understand why so many bots were disgusted by organics. Justin’s mouth and tongue were so pleasantly soft and warm. The young man’s skin was just as silky and hot to the touch, and he used his free servo to trace over the kid’s back, fingers brushing over the young man’s towel clad ass. This made Justin shake violently, and he managed to break free from the kiss, shaking his head back and forth wildly, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. Sighing in annoyance, Swindle released Justin, letting out a soft chuckle as the young man fell back on his ass.

“Fine…that’ll be enough for tonight,” Swindle grumbled, throwing the bag of chips at Justin’s legs. “We’ll continue that pleasant session…another time.”

Ignoring Swindle’s comment, Justin tore into the bag and gobbled down the chips within seconds. Surprised, Swindle tossed over two more bags, and Justin eagerly ate those as well.

“When’s the last time you had a full meal?” Swindle asked.

Justin shrugged and wrote out on his chalkboard, “More?”

Swindle shook his head. “All I bought was junk. If I give you any more…you might get sick. I’ll have to get you something more…nutritious tomorrow.” Rummaging through a few of the clothing bags, he grabbed pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, throwing them over to the young man. “Go change.”

Justin frowned, but he took the clothing and headed into the bathroom, coming out after a few minutes. He headed over to a far corner opposite Swindle and laid out on the ground, curling up into a ball. Swindle stood up and walked over to Justin, quickly scooping the young man up.

“Stop struggling,” Swindle grumbled. “No pet of mine is sleeping on the floor. You can sleep in my alt-mode until I buy some bedding.”

Swindle transformed and shoved Justin into the backseat, locking all the doors. The young man threw a fit, kicking and punching at the windows. At one point he even tried to claw and bite at the leather seats in hope of being released. Swindle just ignored him and drifted off into recharge. He knew Justin would eventually tire out.

The next morning, Swindle left Justin alone in the warehouse, turning on a shield that covered the entire building. No one was getting in or out unless he willed it. He spent half the day shopping for better food, more clothing, bedding, and even a few appliances. He briefly wondered if he was going overboard with his spending, but, then again, he knew it was going to take desperate measures to woo the cute little brat back at the warehouse. Although his morals were low, he wouldn’t sink to the level of a rapist. With his good looks and smooth talking, he always got what he wanted. It would probably take a while longer with Justin, but he knew the young man would eventually give in. If not, he could always bribe the brat with food.

When Swindle returned, he tried to coerce Justin into interfacing. He was curious about human bodies. Justin didn’t share his curiosity. The young man threw a violent tantrum and hurled any object he could reach at the purple and tan mech. Swindle was certain numerous curse words would have been hurled as well if the boy could speak. He backed off and dropped the subject.

Two weeks passed , and Justin was as defiant as ever. Sweet talking and giving gifts didn’t change the young man’s mind.

Finally loosing his patience, Swindle snapped, “What’s the deal with you, Voice Box?! I’ve given you shelter, food, and clothing---”

Justin quickly held up his chalkboard, interrupting the mech. “I’m not a plaything! Let me go!”

Swindle slammed his servo into the ground near Justin, causing the cement to split apart, and making the young man jump in fright. “You’re mine, and I’ll do whatever the pit I want with you!” He calmed himself and headed for the garage door. “I’d be willing to let you go…if you interface with me. I won’t hurt you. I’ll even make sure you enjoy yourself.”

“Fuck off!” Justin wrote out.

“Then this place will continue to be your new home,” Swindle grumbled, heading out for a long drive.

A month passed, and Justin had grown sullen. He didn’t fight as much with Swindle, and he spent most of his days sadly staring out a window. Swindle almost felt sorry for him.

“There’s an easy way to gain your freedom,” Swindle stated, fingers rubbing Justin’s tense back. “You know what you have to do.”

Justin didn’t acknowledge Swindle. The purple and tan mech shrugged his shoulders and laid out in the far corner, drifting into recharge. A short time later Swindle woke from the feeling a firm heat near his lips. When his optics came back online, Swindle found Justin, wearing only a towel around his waist, hair and skin still wet from the shower, sitting on his chassis. He was about to speak, but then Justin’s warm, soft lips were pressing on his bottom lip, teeth gently nibbling on the smooth metal. Swindle eagerly kissed back, running his fingertips over Justin’s bare back, pulling the young man closer. The towel around Justin’s waist fell to the ground, and Swindle broke the kiss, staring down at the young man’s naked body.

“Well…you’re certainly a beauty, Voice Box,” Swindle leered.

Justin’s cheeks turned crimson, and he shivered hard as Swindle’s glossa laved his chest, dentals grazing over his nipples. Swindle was about to lower his fingers to Justin’s groin when he noticed tears sliding down the young man’s flushed cheeks, eyes clenched shut, chest heaving from silent sobs.

Sighing, Swindle brushed his thumb over Justin’s cheek, wiping away the wet streaks. “C’mon…Voice Box…don’t cry. I’m not going to hurt you.” He tenderly kissed the young man’s chest. “You’ve…oh…what do the humans call interfacing again? Hmm…sex. That’s it. You’ve had sex before…right?”

Sniffling, Justin shook his head.

“Primus…how have you managed to survive so long on the street?” Swindle laughed.

Justin lowered his head.

Swindle sighed again. This was agitating. He finally had the little beauty naked, but he had lost his arousal at the sight of the young man crying.

Swindle grabbed the discarded towel and tossed it to Justin. “Get dressed, Voice Box. Grab your chalkboard too. We’re going for a ride. You look like you could use some fresh air.”

Wiping his eyes, Justin did as commanded. After a few hours of riding in silence, they stopped at a park and took a walk on a nature trail with Swindle using his holoform.

Justin smiled and held out his piece of chalkboard. “Thank you.”

Swindle chuckled, “That smile almost looks genuine.”

Justin’s grin grew wider. Swindle didn’t know why, but his spark actually fluttered in joy at the sight of the young man’s smile.

Two more months came and went. Justin’s sullen mood had improved. He was more friendly with Swindle, and he had even toned down on cursing the mech out. In return, Swindle had stopped calling the young man Voice Box and referred to the boy by his real name. They spent most of their days riding around, watching movies, eating out, and chatting. Swindle did most of the talking, since Justin wasn’t willing to tell the mech about his past. This didn’t bother Swindle. He always enjoyed talking about himself and his exploits, and it seemed as if Justin enjoyed hearing about them. The kid was proving to be a better companion than Swindle imagined, and, surprisingly, interfacing was far from his processor. Justin’s mind had other ideas, though. That night, Swindle woke from recharge feeling a familiar warmth on his chassis.

“Need something?” Swindle asked, opening an optic.

He gasped at what he saw. Justin was flushed and sweating, dipping his hands into a few seams, playing with wires that made Swindle shudder and moan. The young man’s crotch rubbed over his windshield, and his arousal grew when he felt the bulge in Justin’s pajama pants.

“J--Justin!” Swindle growled.

Justin wrote out, “Please. Want you. Now.”

Swindle was reluctant to continue, confused by Justin’s sudden change in demeanor, but his lust quickly won out. He dipped a finger beneath Justin’s pajama bottoms, fondling the young man’s firm ass, teasing the crack before gently pressing the tip over the puckered entrance as he used another finger to massage the heated bulge. Justin bucked and squirmed, shoving his ass back and forth, trying to get more friction, clawing at Swindle’s chassis. Reaching down, Justin pulled off his pajama bottoms, biting his bottom lip as Swindle’s optics stared more intensely at him. Giving Justin a feral grin, Swindle pulled the young man close to his mouth, glossa extending and swiping over Justin’s cock, tip flicking over the sensitive head, lapping away the salty fluid that dribbled out. It was strange not being able to hear his partner, but he could tell from Justin’s facial expressions that the young man was enjoying himself, lips parting to gulp in air, sweat trickling over his flushed body, and hips thrusting frantically.

Even so, Swindle couldn’t resist asking, “Good?”

Justin nodded frantically, hands caressing Swindle’s cheeks.

“I’d…like to feel you,” Swindle murmured.

Justin gave Swindle a confused look, and the purple and tan mech lifted his right servo, panels splitting open on his palm to reveal a dark, thick phallus dripping with lubricant. A frown formed on Justin’s face, and he reached out to tentatively rub his fingers over the warm, slick tip, causing Swindle to shudder and moan.

“Ah…slag…Justin…that feels good,” Swindle groaned. He noticed Justin was still frowning and lost in thought. “We…don’t have to…ungh!”

Swindle cried out and trembled as Justin’s lips wrapped around the phallus, tongue teasing the slit. Justin grinned smugly around the length and bobbed his head, swallowing the girth two times before pulling away, licking away the lubricant on his lips.

Panting hard, Swindle growled, “You little tease. I can play that way too.”

Flipping Justin over onto hands and knees, Swindle swiped his gloss over the young man’s testicles a few times before moving up to lave the boy’s ass, delving between the cheeks. Justin bucked and clawed at Swindle’s chassis, breath hot and ragged against the mech’s armor.

“That feel good, gorgeous?” Swindle asked.

Justin nodded and reached around, pressing his fingers to his entrance, tilting his head to the side, smiling warmly back at Swindle.

“Do…you want me…inside you?” Swindle inquired.

Justin nodded again.

Turning Justin back around, Swindle cradled and nuzzled the young man as he placed the tip of the phallus between the boy’s legs. He remained still until Justin gave him a shaky nod. Gently, and slowly as possible, Swindle pushed until the tight ring of muscle gave way. The searing velvet surrounding him was amazing on his sensors and surprisingly similar to the warm, tight clench of a Cybertronian port. It proved difficult to remain still. He desperately wanted to pound into the young man, but Justin’s eyes were squeezed shut, teeth gritted in a grimace.

“I’m sorry,” Swindle murmured, licking Justin’s neck. “We can stop. I don’t like hurting you.”

Justin took in a long breath and shook his head, smiling up at Swindle.

Swindle smiled back and trailed his glossa down to Justin’s cock, delivering tender licks. Justin’s mouth opened in a silent scream, and he thrust down, drawing Swindle in deeper. The young man’s mouth opened wider as the phallus rubbed over his prostrate and began to vibrate over the bundle of nerves. Discomfort gone, Justin wildly slammed his hips down and squeezed his ass, eliciting a loud snarl from Swindle.

“Want more?” Swindle growled.

Justin nodded and arched in Swindle’s palm as the vibration from the phallus intensified. The silence from Justin was frustrating for the purple and tan mech. Swindle wanted to hear the young man scream in pleasure, call out his name, and beg for him. Maybe he could find a mod that could Justin a voice. Then, he sadly remembered that months ago he had made a promise to release Justin if the young man interfaced with him. As tempting as it was to break that promise, Swindle would abide to his word. The sadness in Justin’s eyes was starting to put a strain on his spark. This would be his first and last time being intimate with Justin.

“Slag!” Swindle screamed, sensors becoming overwhelmed by the soft heat. “Justin!”

He wanted to drag out the bliss, but his body had other ideas. The paneling along his groin slid open, erect cable pushing free and spurting lubricant as overload claimed him. Justin’s body went rigid and white streaks shot over his belly, collapsing in a panting heap on Swindle’s palm. Minutes passed before Swindle’s intakes regulated and the dizzying sensation in his processor vanished. Carefully, he slid the phallus out of Justin and tenderly kissed the young man, eventually trailing down to lap away the semen on the boy’s stomach, a salty tang spreading over his glossa.

“You were wonderful, Justin,” Swindle cooed, nuzzling the young man’s belly. “I hope it was good for you.”

Justin nodded and patted Swindle’s cheek, eyes slowly drifting shut.

Swindle found himself tired as well, and before he passed out, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it over Justin, cradling the young man against his chassis. The next morning Swindle was surprised to find Justin still cradled in his servo. Grabbing the discarded chalkboard and chalk, Swindle placed it on his chassis and tried nudging Justin awake. The young man was reluctant to wake, and it took a few more jabs to his back before he sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“I…didn’t think you’d still be here,” Swindle mumbled.

Justin gave Swindle an odd look and reached for the chalkboard, scribbling out, “Why?”

“You know…because of the deal I made with you…” Swindle began.

Justin’s eyes widened as he remembered. “Oh…I thought you were lying.”

Swindle let out a bitter laugh. “Well, I wasn’t. You’re free to go.”

Justin frowned and wrote, “Like you said before, I don’t have anywhere to go. I’d…like to stay with you. Please?”

“Really?” Swindle chuckled. “Heh…can’t believe I managed to grow on you.”

Justin rolled his eyes and snorted, leaning forward to give Swindle a rough kiss. Growling in lust, Swindle shoved the blanket away and fondled Justin’s backside, fingers delivering light smacks to the young man’s ass, turning the skin a rosy shade.

“Is my beautiful human feeling frisky?” Swindle leered. “How about trying on that lingerie I bought a few months back? I bet you’d look sexy--ow!”

Scowling, Justin whacked Swindle in the side of the face with his chalkboard, jumping down from the mech and heading for the bathroom.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be such a prude!” Swindle called out, wincing as the door slammed shut. “Just try it on!”

The door opened again, and the chalkboard flew out with the words “Fuck you, pervert!”

Swindle sighed and slumped against the ground with a wicked smirk forming. The young man was going to be staying of his own free will.

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