KINKFIC: Enemy Hands pt. 4
Porn is addicting. Seriously. I never should've started writing it. My other stories cry and cut their wrists, feeling unloved. I CAN QUIT ANYTIME I WANT!
(Help me.)
Ahem. Turns out a lot of Autobots are perverts, actually. Including some you wouldn't expect. Heh heh heh.
*****
"I'm sorry, Starscream. I'd like to give you more attention, believe me, but my turn is up. Someone else will take care of you now." He patted the throbbing aft, making the Decepticon wince. "I look forward to our next meeting. In the meantime, enjoy your spankings."
He left the jet squirming restlessly, longing for more, despite the pain of his blazing rear. A single drop of moisture landed on his thigh, and Starscream realized his port was now open. Wonderful. It was hard enough to maintain any dignity in this situation without trying to conceal visible arousal. He had no intention of begging his enemies for release, so he'd just have to bear it. At least, unlike Megatron, the Autobots wouldn't take advantage of the situation to humiliate him further… he hoped.
Jazz was clapping. "Good show, Tracks, good show. Alright, who's the next lucky mech?"
"Stop reading over my shoulder," Prowl snapped. "You can wait two seconds for an answer, like everyone else." Several Autobots snickered. "Hoist, looks like it's your turn."
A couple of bots groaned, clearly disappointed that they weren't the next in line. Hoist tut-tutted at them. "Now now, be good sports about it, all of you. You'll have your chance in a bit."
"BAM! Go get 'im, Hoist!" Warpath and the other minibots present cheered as Hoist approached the Decepticon. Starscream was wiggling against the restraints, trying to ease the pressure on his wrists, which were starting to chafe. He hardly paid attention to the Autobot until Hoist's gun-arm tapped him on the back.
"That doesn't look very comfortable. Why don't we get you off this table?"
Surprised, Starscream looked up. "I didn't realize my comfort meant anything to you, Autobot."
Hoist moved around the table to his cuffed hands. "Of course it does. Can't expect a mech to truly appreciate a smart bottom if he's distracted by other discomforts." He fished out a small tool from his wrist compartment and went to work removing the chains.
When his wrists were freed, Starscream rubbed them both briefly, then reached back to rub furiously at his backside. Hoist stepped around and caught him by the arm. "Ah-ah-ah, not yet, Starscream. I'll be adding to that sting in just a moment, so you may as well leave it be." Before the Seeker could protest, the sturdy tow truck slung him over his shoulder, so that his sore aft was high in the air and his head and arms hung down against Hoist's back. Mortified, Starscream knew that struggling would only add to the indignity, but he still cursed the Autobot loudly.
"Now then, where would you like me to spank you?" said Hoist in a conversational tone, as though he wasn't carrying a cranky Decepticon like a sack of potatoes.
"Pit and smelter, I don't care! Just put me down before I rip out your tailpipe!" Starscream was not in a conversing mood.
"Really! What language." Hoist shook his head and patted the throbbing skidplate reprovingly. "With that attitude, I suppose I'll have to take you straight over my knee. So be it!"
Autobots cheered as the tow truck seated himself on a sturdy chair that was graciously provided for them. Slipping Starscream off his shoulder, he let him down to the floor and then skillfully maneuvered the jet over his knees. Starscream tried not to struggle - mainly because he didn't want to have chains put on again - but still stiffened and put up some resistance when Hoist pushed his front end down, centering the Seeker's aft on his lap. The heavy gun-barrel on Hoist's right arm rested against the middle of Starscream's back, holding him firmly in place. His feet could touch the floor, but his weight was resting on the tow truck's thighs. He couldn't reach back to cover his aft with his wings in the way, even if Hoist had let him. He was as close to helpless as he could be without restraints.
His port throbbed terribly in anticipation, and he cursed his masochistic tendencies. If he became obviously aroused by Hoist, he'd never hear the end of it. To distract himself and his audience, he began taunting. "Is this the worst you can do, Autobot? Somehow I doubt you'll compare to Ironhide. Maybe you should have brought something heavier than your hand."
Hoist's grip shifted slightly as he readied himself. "We'll see about that, Screamer. I'll bet I can make you live up to your nickname."
Without warning, his hand swept down and cracked hard against Starscream's aft. The hot stripes inflicted by Tracks's crop flared to life, and Starscream gasped, then cried out from the intensity of it. "Gaahhh!"
"You see? All it takes is a firm hand." Not giving him a chance to catch his breath, Hoist brought his palm down on the throbbing backside again, and again, the Seeker nearly leaping off his lap with every smack. Sweet planet-hopping Primus, it stung. He hadn't quite realized how raw his sensors were from the two previous spankings, but he was certainly realizing it now.
"Ow! OW! You're - Augh! - lucky Tracks and - Ooh! - Ironhide did half the - YeeOW! - work for you!" It was difficult to play Taunt The Autobot when his aft was starting to feel like the Inferno, but Starscream wasn't about to suffer in silence.
He regretted it when Hoist started to spank him harder in response. He'd thought the tow truck must be hitting about as hard as he could already, but Hoist was quick to prove him wrong. WHACK-WHACK-WHACK! went his hand upon the tender rump, shaking Starscream's entire body. The Autobot clearly meant business, and Starscream quickly forgot about taunting him - he was too busy yelling and kicking as a soundly punished mech should.
"Would you look at that?" said Tracks to himself quietly, watching the spectacle with interest. "I didn't think Hoist had it in him." He tapped the crop absently against his own thigh in time to the cracks of metal on metal, seemingly unaware that a few hungry optics were fixated on him instead of the Seeker.
The minibots continued to cheer Hoist on as he gave Starscream a 'smart bottom' the Decepticon would remember for some time. After a dozen smacks he stopped to rest his arm and let Starscream take in some air. The Seeker's aft had taken on an attractive glow to the bots' heat-sensitive vision. He kept trying to reach back and rub it with his hands, but the position was too awkward for him to reach very far. Even so, Hoist noticed and scolded him for it.
"I'd rather not have to put you back in chains, Starscream, but I will if those naughty hands of yours get in the way. Until our Chief Medical Officer decides you need a break, you'll just have to put up with a burning behind."
Starscream squirmed uncomfortably. "Who knew Autobots were such sadists," he muttered. "At least those other two had the decency to offer their poor suffering prisoner a little comfort."
Hoist shook his head, amused. "My my, you call this suffering? Surely this is nothing to the second-in-command of the Decepticons." He rested his hand on the middle of that throbbing skidplate and kept it there, feeling the trapped heat build up under his palm. The Seeker's squirming grew more agitated. "Or is it the indignity that bothers you? Lying on an enemy's lap, letting him punish you, unable to ease the sting of your own backside unless he allows you to?" He chuckled. "It must be frustrating for the Decepticon Air Commander to endure such a position."
Frustrating, yes. You have no idea. The Autobot's words were not helping Starscream with his inconvenient arousal. The very helplessness and humiliation that made his situation so uncomfortable were also a source of perverse pleasure to his twisted mind. Of course, the same was true when Megatron punished him, but at least Megatron expected it. He really wasn't sure how a mech like Hoist would react.
On the other hand… it could be fun to find out. If nothing else, it might catch the Autobot off guard and take that smug tone out of his voice.
"Actually, it's not half bad. You should try it sometime. Or ask your Prime about it; he already knows." Without looking, he could imagine Optimus growing hot under his mask. "He certainly enjoyed the experience, near as I could tell. And I'm starting to see why." He lowered his voice a few octaves, and it came out soft, almost a purr instead of his usual rasp. "Nothing quite like being at the enemy's mercy, stripped of your dignity, facing punishment for your past crimes. Aft burning with the memory of punishments already suffered, exposed and waiting for more, as much as your captors decide to give. Not knowing when the next blow will land, or where, or how hard…"
He felt Hoist twitch violently, and trailed off in satisfaction. He'd spoken loud enough for the other Autobots to hear. Their imaginations must be running wild now. To underscore the point further, he wiggled his aft suggestively against Hoist's hand.
"Hmm," said Hoist. "Well, when you put it that way, it does sound rather intriguing. Not quite up my alley, I'm afraid." His hand left Starscream's rear. "But, since you seem to enjoy it so much, I'll be glad to punish you some more." And with that he delivered a mighty Smack! to the middle of that scorching skidplate, causing Starscream to throw his head back with a shriek. "I hope that was hard enough for your tastes?"
"You- You-" Starscream flailed, unable to articulate. He didn't have time to gather his wits; another Smack! set his tortured backside ablaze and brought tears welling up in his optics. With the third sharp blow they finally spilled over, rolling down his cheeks in twin trails.
"That's it, Hoist, WHAM! Give it to 'im!"
"He'll feel that tomorrow!"
"Make the Screamer scream!"
"Five strokes left." Prowl, of course. Somebody had to remind these bots of the rules when they were having fun.
"Only five more. Let's make these count, shall we?" Hoist pinned Starscream down firmly with his right arm. His hand rose, hovering for a second as the Seeker braced himself. Then…
Whack! Whack! Two blows landed in the same exact spot on the left side of his aft, both applied with considerable force. Starscream's slender legs lashed the air as he writhed in response to the pain. "Ow, OWW! Ohhh…"
Whack! Whack! Again Hoist's palm came down twice in the same spot, this time on the right side of his aft. Again the Seeker hollered and struggled and kicked, but the Autobot held him down pitilessly.
"There now, hold still for a moment. Just one more to go."
Now Starscream's backside felt red-hot all over, except for two spots that burned like white flames. Hoist didn't wait for them to subside, but delivered the last excruciating SMACK! directly in the middle, overlapping both spots.
"YEEEEOWWWWW!" Starscream arched wildly on his lap, bucking his hips frantically as if to shake off the burn. Gasping, he cursed his tormentor as tears streamed down his faceplates.
"Pit take you, exhaust-sucking Autobot scum! I'll get you for that one!"
"Oh no no, don't bother to thank me. It was my pleasure." Starscream clenched his jaws and hissed as Hoist playfully patted the hot spots. "Now why don't you just lie here and let that skidplate sizzle a bit while Prowl calls up the next bot, hmm?"
The Seeker's vents cycled furiously and he grumbled a few more curses, but subsided, sagging resignedly over Hoist's knees. The Autobots were going to have their way with him and the best he could do was endure it. Technically he could fight his way out, but then sooner or later he'd have to face Megatron and then this would start to look damn appealing by comparison. He could handle this. He just needed to rest a minute, wait for the flames in his aft to die down…
"Uh-oh." Prowl's quiet exclamation drew the attention of several Autobots as he stared at the datapad in his hand. "I should have known." He sighed. "Hoist, get him back on the table. Sideswipe, get up there."
(Dun dun DUN! - TBC.)
(Help me.)
Ahem. Turns out a lot of Autobots are perverts, actually. Including some you wouldn't expect. Heh heh heh.
*****
"I'm sorry, Starscream. I'd like to give you more attention, believe me, but my turn is up. Someone else will take care of you now." He patted the throbbing aft, making the Decepticon wince. "I look forward to our next meeting. In the meantime, enjoy your spankings."
He left the jet squirming restlessly, longing for more, despite the pain of his blazing rear. A single drop of moisture landed on his thigh, and Starscream realized his port was now open. Wonderful. It was hard enough to maintain any dignity in this situation without trying to conceal visible arousal. He had no intention of begging his enemies for release, so he'd just have to bear it. At least, unlike Megatron, the Autobots wouldn't take advantage of the situation to humiliate him further… he hoped.
Jazz was clapping. "Good show, Tracks, good show. Alright, who's the next lucky mech?"
"Stop reading over my shoulder," Prowl snapped. "You can wait two seconds for an answer, like everyone else." Several Autobots snickered. "Hoist, looks like it's your turn."
A couple of bots groaned, clearly disappointed that they weren't the next in line. Hoist tut-tutted at them. "Now now, be good sports about it, all of you. You'll have your chance in a bit."
"BAM! Go get 'im, Hoist!" Warpath and the other minibots present cheered as Hoist approached the Decepticon. Starscream was wiggling against the restraints, trying to ease the pressure on his wrists, which were starting to chafe. He hardly paid attention to the Autobot until Hoist's gun-arm tapped him on the back.
"That doesn't look very comfortable. Why don't we get you off this table?"
Surprised, Starscream looked up. "I didn't realize my comfort meant anything to you, Autobot."
Hoist moved around the table to his cuffed hands. "Of course it does. Can't expect a mech to truly appreciate a smart bottom if he's distracted by other discomforts." He fished out a small tool from his wrist compartment and went to work removing the chains.
When his wrists were freed, Starscream rubbed them both briefly, then reached back to rub furiously at his backside. Hoist stepped around and caught him by the arm. "Ah-ah-ah, not yet, Starscream. I'll be adding to that sting in just a moment, so you may as well leave it be." Before the Seeker could protest, the sturdy tow truck slung him over his shoulder, so that his sore aft was high in the air and his head and arms hung down against Hoist's back. Mortified, Starscream knew that struggling would only add to the indignity, but he still cursed the Autobot loudly.
"Now then, where would you like me to spank you?" said Hoist in a conversational tone, as though he wasn't carrying a cranky Decepticon like a sack of potatoes.
"Pit and smelter, I don't care! Just put me down before I rip out your tailpipe!" Starscream was not in a conversing mood.
"Really! What language." Hoist shook his head and patted the throbbing skidplate reprovingly. "With that attitude, I suppose I'll have to take you straight over my knee. So be it!"
Autobots cheered as the tow truck seated himself on a sturdy chair that was graciously provided for them. Slipping Starscream off his shoulder, he let him down to the floor and then skillfully maneuvered the jet over his knees. Starscream tried not to struggle - mainly because he didn't want to have chains put on again - but still stiffened and put up some resistance when Hoist pushed his front end down, centering the Seeker's aft on his lap. The heavy gun-barrel on Hoist's right arm rested against the middle of Starscream's back, holding him firmly in place. His feet could touch the floor, but his weight was resting on the tow truck's thighs. He couldn't reach back to cover his aft with his wings in the way, even if Hoist had let him. He was as close to helpless as he could be without restraints.
His port throbbed terribly in anticipation, and he cursed his masochistic tendencies. If he became obviously aroused by Hoist, he'd never hear the end of it. To distract himself and his audience, he began taunting. "Is this the worst you can do, Autobot? Somehow I doubt you'll compare to Ironhide. Maybe you should have brought something heavier than your hand."
Hoist's grip shifted slightly as he readied himself. "We'll see about that, Screamer. I'll bet I can make you live up to your nickname."
Without warning, his hand swept down and cracked hard against Starscream's aft. The hot stripes inflicted by Tracks's crop flared to life, and Starscream gasped, then cried out from the intensity of it. "Gaahhh!"
"You see? All it takes is a firm hand." Not giving him a chance to catch his breath, Hoist brought his palm down on the throbbing backside again, and again, the Seeker nearly leaping off his lap with every smack. Sweet planet-hopping Primus, it stung. He hadn't quite realized how raw his sensors were from the two previous spankings, but he was certainly realizing it now.
"Ow! OW! You're - Augh! - lucky Tracks and - Ooh! - Ironhide did half the - YeeOW! - work for you!" It was difficult to play Taunt The Autobot when his aft was starting to feel like the Inferno, but Starscream wasn't about to suffer in silence.
He regretted it when Hoist started to spank him harder in response. He'd thought the tow truck must be hitting about as hard as he could already, but Hoist was quick to prove him wrong. WHACK-WHACK-WHACK! went his hand upon the tender rump, shaking Starscream's entire body. The Autobot clearly meant business, and Starscream quickly forgot about taunting him - he was too busy yelling and kicking as a soundly punished mech should.
"Would you look at that?" said Tracks to himself quietly, watching the spectacle with interest. "I didn't think Hoist had it in him." He tapped the crop absently against his own thigh in time to the cracks of metal on metal, seemingly unaware that a few hungry optics were fixated on him instead of the Seeker.
The minibots continued to cheer Hoist on as he gave Starscream a 'smart bottom' the Decepticon would remember for some time. After a dozen smacks he stopped to rest his arm and let Starscream take in some air. The Seeker's aft had taken on an attractive glow to the bots' heat-sensitive vision. He kept trying to reach back and rub it with his hands, but the position was too awkward for him to reach very far. Even so, Hoist noticed and scolded him for it.
"I'd rather not have to put you back in chains, Starscream, but I will if those naughty hands of yours get in the way. Until our Chief Medical Officer decides you need a break, you'll just have to put up with a burning behind."
Starscream squirmed uncomfortably. "Who knew Autobots were such sadists," he muttered. "At least those other two had the decency to offer their poor suffering prisoner a little comfort."
Hoist shook his head, amused. "My my, you call this suffering? Surely this is nothing to the second-in-command of the Decepticons." He rested his hand on the middle of that throbbing skidplate and kept it there, feeling the trapped heat build up under his palm. The Seeker's squirming grew more agitated. "Or is it the indignity that bothers you? Lying on an enemy's lap, letting him punish you, unable to ease the sting of your own backside unless he allows you to?" He chuckled. "It must be frustrating for the Decepticon Air Commander to endure such a position."
Frustrating, yes. You have no idea. The Autobot's words were not helping Starscream with his inconvenient arousal. The very helplessness and humiliation that made his situation so uncomfortable were also a source of perverse pleasure to his twisted mind. Of course, the same was true when Megatron punished him, but at least Megatron expected it. He really wasn't sure how a mech like Hoist would react.
On the other hand… it could be fun to find out. If nothing else, it might catch the Autobot off guard and take that smug tone out of his voice.
"Actually, it's not half bad. You should try it sometime. Or ask your Prime about it; he already knows." Without looking, he could imagine Optimus growing hot under his mask. "He certainly enjoyed the experience, near as I could tell. And I'm starting to see why." He lowered his voice a few octaves, and it came out soft, almost a purr instead of his usual rasp. "Nothing quite like being at the enemy's mercy, stripped of your dignity, facing punishment for your past crimes. Aft burning with the memory of punishments already suffered, exposed and waiting for more, as much as your captors decide to give. Not knowing when the next blow will land, or where, or how hard…"
He felt Hoist twitch violently, and trailed off in satisfaction. He'd spoken loud enough for the other Autobots to hear. Their imaginations must be running wild now. To underscore the point further, he wiggled his aft suggestively against Hoist's hand.
"Hmm," said Hoist. "Well, when you put it that way, it does sound rather intriguing. Not quite up my alley, I'm afraid." His hand left Starscream's rear. "But, since you seem to enjoy it so much, I'll be glad to punish you some more." And with that he delivered a mighty Smack! to the middle of that scorching skidplate, causing Starscream to throw his head back with a shriek. "I hope that was hard enough for your tastes?"
"You- You-" Starscream flailed, unable to articulate. He didn't have time to gather his wits; another Smack! set his tortured backside ablaze and brought tears welling up in his optics. With the third sharp blow they finally spilled over, rolling down his cheeks in twin trails.
"That's it, Hoist, WHAM! Give it to 'im!"
"He'll feel that tomorrow!"
"Make the Screamer scream!"
"Five strokes left." Prowl, of course. Somebody had to remind these bots of the rules when they were having fun.
"Only five more. Let's make these count, shall we?" Hoist pinned Starscream down firmly with his right arm. His hand rose, hovering for a second as the Seeker braced himself. Then…
Whack! Whack! Two blows landed in the same exact spot on the left side of his aft, both applied with considerable force. Starscream's slender legs lashed the air as he writhed in response to the pain. "Ow, OWW! Ohhh…"
Whack! Whack! Again Hoist's palm came down twice in the same spot, this time on the right side of his aft. Again the Seeker hollered and struggled and kicked, but the Autobot held him down pitilessly.
"There now, hold still for a moment. Just one more to go."
Now Starscream's backside felt red-hot all over, except for two spots that burned like white flames. Hoist didn't wait for them to subside, but delivered the last excruciating SMACK! directly in the middle, overlapping both spots.
"YEEEEOWWWWW!" Starscream arched wildly on his lap, bucking his hips frantically as if to shake off the burn. Gasping, he cursed his tormentor as tears streamed down his faceplates.
"Pit take you, exhaust-sucking Autobot scum! I'll get you for that one!"
"Oh no no, don't bother to thank me. It was my pleasure." Starscream clenched his jaws and hissed as Hoist playfully patted the hot spots. "Now why don't you just lie here and let that skidplate sizzle a bit while Prowl calls up the next bot, hmm?"
The Seeker's vents cycled furiously and he grumbled a few more curses, but subsided, sagging resignedly over Hoist's knees. The Autobots were going to have their way with him and the best he could do was endure it. Technically he could fight his way out, but then sooner or later he'd have to face Megatron and then this would start to look damn appealing by comparison. He could handle this. He just needed to rest a minute, wait for the flames in his aft to die down…
"Uh-oh." Prowl's quiet exclamation drew the attention of several Autobots as he stared at the datapad in his hand. "I should have known." He sighed. "Hoist, get him back on the table. Sideswipe, get up there."
(Dun dun DUN! - TBC.)