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Title: Lesson in Humility
Pairing: Sentinel/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, bondage, crack!fic, oral, PWP, humiliation, slash, spank, sticky
Summary: Sentinel needs to be taught a lesson. Slugbug is ready and willing to be the teacher.
A/N: Written for Aquaformer. OMC Slugbug belongs to her.

After the capture of Megatron, and the eventual recovery of Ultra Magnus, there were numerous inquiries about Sentinel Prime’s, the self-proclaimed temporary Magnus, conduct. The Prime’s luck had finally run out. He was stripped of his Prime status, demoted to a low level grunt soldier. There were janitor bots with higher status than him. With his new, lowly, role, there were plenty of bots ready to rub it in his faceplates. He was down at their level now, and since so many were disgusted with his arrogance and incompetence, not many were wiling to stick up for him.

Slugbug, the green and gold racer, found the ex-Prime’s predicament amusing but not satisfying. The status change should have humbled Sentinel, but the ex-Prime was still boastful and hotheaded, claiming he would be back at Prime status within a few orbital cycles. Sentinel was overdue for a lesson in humility, and Slugbug, recently promoted to fill the vacant position of Prime, was more than eager to be the teacher.

When searching for Sentinel, Slugbug discovered the ex-Prime was being kept in the brig for instigating a fight with five other mechs. He couldn’t help but boast a smug grin at the sight of Sentinel cooped up in a small cell.

“What the slag are you looking at?!” Sentinel snapped.

Slugbug snorted and shook his helm. “That’s no way to address your Prime.”

“You’re not my Prime,” Sentinel snarled.

“Watch your attitude,” Slugbug chastised. “I’m here to offer you an alternate punishment…one that won’t require you to spend a month in the stockades.”

Sentinel perked up. “Really? What’s this…other option?”

“You’ll spend four weeks under my command…and receive daily…spankings, whippings, whatever I feel like handing out,” Slugbug replied.

Cheeks flaming red, Sentinel yelled, “You sick glitch! No fraggin’ way I’m agreeing to that!”

Slugbug shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave. “Then enjoy your month of hard labor. I’m sure there are a lot of bots in the stockades who’ll be happy to see you.”

“W--Wait!” Sentinel called out, running to the bars.

Slugbug turned back around, grinning wide as Sentinel clenched his servos around the bars, gnawing on his bottom lip until energon trickled out. The ex-Prime was obviously having some difficulty in choosing his fate, but the threat of being tossed in the stockades with hostile mechs terrified him. He had heard plenty of horror stories about what went on in the shower rooms.

“I…agree…to your terms,” Sentinel grumbled.

“If you’re disobedient, I’ll throw you in the stockades,” Slugbug warned. “If you no longer want remain under my command, you can go the stockades instead. Understood?”

“…Yes Slu---,” Sentinel muttered.

“You will address me as sir in public and master in private,” Slugbug interrupted. “Understood?”

Sentinel couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he held back his rage and answered, “Yes…sir.”

“Very good,” Slugbug murmured, shutting down the cell bars, holding up a pair of stasis cuffs. “Extend your servos.”

Sentinel did as commanded but grumbled, “Is this really necessary…sir?”

“Are you questioning my judgment, rust bucket?” Slugbug taunted.

“N--No, sir,” Sentinel replied, fighting to keep himself from lashing out at the other mech.

After cuffing Sentinel, Slugbug led the ex-Prime out of the cells, heading toward his quarters, making sure to take the long and crowded hallways. Heat pooled to Sentinel’s cheeks as bots pointed, whispered, and jeered at him. It should have been a relief to reach the private room, but panic flickered in his spark when the door opened, revealing two long chains looping down from the ceiling and table containing various paddles and whips. Slugbug shoved him into the room, connecting the chains to his cuffs, causing the ex-Prime to wince as his arms were uncomfortably stretched above his helm.

“Your punishment will be light today,” Slugbug stated, circling the bound mech. “I think one hundred lashes will do.”

“One hundred?! You slagger!” Sentinel yelled, struggling against the chains.

“That’s two hundred lashes now,” Slugbug growled. “Another outburst like that and I’ll send you back to the cells.”

Sentinel bit back a retort and averted his gaze as Slugbug picked up an electric paddle, tensing as the green and gold racer stood behind him. He lurched forward as a violent blow landed on his aft, intakes hitching as a burning sting shot up his backside. Clenching his dentals, Sentinel struggled to keep himself from screaming in agony as blow after blow rained down him. The raw pain only intensified as the metal paddle sparked with energy, electricity blazing through his circuitry. He had only been struck twenty times, and his optics were all ready brimming with tears. On blow one hundred, he was screaming in pain and drenched in condensation, writhing against the cuffs. After the last blow, he was hanging limply from the chains, desperate to keep still since any movement sent a sharp twinge up his aft, intakes fighting for cool air to alleviate his scalding frame.

Giving Sentinel’s raw aft a soft pat, Slugbug chuckled, “I need a break. While I’m gone, I want you to count the cracks in the wall in front of you. I’ve counted beforehand, so I’ll know if you’re making up a number. Get it wrong, and I’ll give you fifty whacks with a whip.”

Sentinel’s optics widened in shock, but he kept quiet as Slugbug exited the room. While the new Prime was relaxing and enjoying a cube of energon in the cafeteria, Sentinel struggled to count the cracks. Forty minutes passed before Slugbug returned.

“One hundred cracks,” Sentinel blurted out.

Slugbug shook his helm. “Wrong.”

“W--What?! I counted five times!” Sentinel shouted.

“Well, you counted wrong five times,” Slugbug snickered, heading for the table. “Guess that means I get to test out my new whip.”

Trembling violently, Sentinel whimpered, “N--No…please…m--master…don’t.”

“Shh…” Slugbug cooed, rubbing the handle over the ex-Prime’s abused aft. “Since you addressed me properly, I’ll lower the number of hits to twenty-five.”

Stepping back, Slugbug activated the whip, and Sentinel seized up in panic as he heard the electricity crackle. The first strike was agonizing, and he felt his armor sizzle. Electricity coursed through his circuitry, wreaking havoc on his sensors, causing him to wail as pleasurable heat and tingling pooled in his groin and sore aft. Tears of humiliation stung his optics as his cable hardened and his port grew wet. It was taking all of his willpower to keep his plating from retracting, and it felt like an eternity before the whipping finally stopped.

“Ungh…ah…” Sentinel panted, grinding his dentals from the stinging in his backside.

“You took your punishment like a good mech,” Slugbug praised, “but I’m not finished yet.”

“P--Please…no more…whipping,” Sentinel sobbed. “Please…master…hurts.”

“No more spankings today…unless you misbehave,” Slugbug promised, tenderly massaging the ex-Prime’s aft, causing the mech to groan. “I want to give you a reward, but only if you want it. I now you’re aching for an overload. I can see the lubricant spilling from pelvic armor.”

“Ahh…please…help me…master,” Sentinel whined, opening his plating.

Shame was no longer on his processor. He was hard, wet, and desperate to the release the building pressure in his groin.

“Eager little whore,” Slugbug teased, skimming his fingers over Sentinel’s drenched port. “My whore.” He leaned over, nibbling the antenna above the mech’s audio unit. “Say you’re my whore.”

“I--I’m your…whore,” Sentinel gritted out.

“Yeah, my pretty little whore,” Slugbug murmured, cradling Sentinel’s twitching plug with his servo. “Hmm…no so little here.” Lubricant dribbled onto his fingers, and he lifted his servo to his mouth, licking the fluid away. “You taste sweet, my whore.”

“D--Don’t tease me, master,” Sentinel growled.

“I’ll tease you as much as I want to, whore,” Slugbug growled back.

A piercing scream ripped through Sentinel’s vocalizer as the handle of a whip jammed up his port, electricity and strong vibrations attacking his internal wiring. The long coil of the whip wrapped around his cable, snug around the base, cutting off his ability to overload.

“Ngh! Oh slag!” Sentinel cried. “Please…ungh…the pressure is too much!”

“You can take it,” Slugbug chuckled, shoving two fingers alongside the whip handle.

“Ahh! Frag!” Sentinel yelled. “Please! Master!”

“Aw, what’s wrong?” Slugbug taunted. “Do you want something more…something bigger to stretch your aft open?”

“Yes! Yes! More! Please!” Sentinel shouted, writhing against the cuffs.

“Hmm…not yet,” Slugbug sighed, pulling away. “I need another break.”

Sentinel wailed in frustration as Slugbug left the room, leaving the whip, vibrations still on high, coiled around his plug and buried within his aft. Slugbug returned to the cafeteria, drank more energon, and chatted with a few friends before returning to his room two hours later. Sentinel was thrashing madly against the chains, optics wide and glazed, pleas and curses shooting from his lips, body dripping with condensation and lubricant. The image of Sentinel writhing in pleasurable agony and the wanton moans and whines made Slugbug’s cable twitch. The submissive ex-Prime was a beauty.

“My poor little whore,” Slugbug cooed. “You must be in so much pain. I’ll help you.”

Slowly, Slugbug uncoiled the whip, and Sentinel cried out as the release in pressure caused him to overload, dropping to his knees as the chains were unlatched from his cuffs, hissing as the whip handle was pulled from his throbbing port.

Shoving Sentinel onto his servos, Slugbug growled, “Clean up the mess with your glossa.”

Sentinel stared down at the lubricant splattered on the floor in disgust. “Are you kiddin--gaah!!”

A hard smack landed on his aft, and Slugbug snarled, “Want me to get the whip?!”

With the threat of pain looming over him, Sentinel dove down to lap up his lubricant, trying to keep himself from gagging. Kneeling to the floor, Slugbug rammed the whip handle back into Sentinel’s slick port, thrusting it hard and fast. Sentinel moaned and rolled his hip into Slugbug’s rough servo as he continued cleaning the floor with his glossa until all the fluid was gone.

Gently, Slugbug fondled Sentinel’s aft, leaning over to rain kisses on the ex-Prime’s tense shoulders. “You did well, my pretty whore. You’ve earned a reward.”

Removing the whip and tossing it aside, Slugbug slammed his aching cable into Sentinel’s opening, groaning as tight, wet, softness engulfed him in bliss. Sentinel wailed as the rigid length stretched and filled him, cuffed servos clawing at the floor as the Prime’s hips repeatedly rammed against his aching aft plating.

“Ngh! Oh! Oh!” Sentinel yelled. “P--Please!”

“Ungh! Something wrong?” Slugbug asked. “Tell me what you need, my pretty whore.”

“M--My cable!” Sentinel cried. “P--Please touch my cable, master!”

In between sucking Sentinel’s antenna, Slugbug murmured, “I should torture you more, but I’ll show you mercy since you asked so nicely.”

Closing his servo around Sentinel’s twitching plug, Slugbug pumped the girth in time with his rocking hips, fingertips teasing the damp slit. The desperate moans coming from Sentinel increased in pitch as he reached his peak, body quivering hard as violent spasms tore through him. Slugbug quickly pulled out and flipped Sentinel over, straddling the ex-Prime’s chassis, rubbing his cable over the blue and black mech’s plump lips. Sentinel knew what was expected of him, and he parted his lips, flicking out his glossa. Grinning wickedly, Slugbug thrust his hips forward, cable shoving into Sentinel’s mouth, hissing in pleasure as the ex-Prime laved and sucked him. He plunged in and out of Sentinel’s mouth a few times before achieving climax, easing back to spill his essence over the ex-Prime’s startled face. Lubricant trickled along Sentinel’s heated cheeks and chin, lips trembling from the degrading act.

Panting, Slugbug caressed Sentinel’s face, smearing the lubricant over the ex-Prime’s lips. “We’re going to have a lot of fun for the next four weeks, my pretty whore.”

Exhausted, Sentinel passed out with Slugbug leering down at him.

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