Author: Throwaway55298

Optimus Prime’s Captivity [MM] [Transformers] [BDSM] [Nugget] [Pee/Poop]

>This is a portion of a larger piece i’m currently writing, and i’d love to hear some feedback!

Grasping Optimus with his manly hands, Megatron took control. Growling with an animalistic fever, he tore the pump and rectal retainer out from Optimus’ nugget-like body, before ripping him altogether from his restraints. Carrying him under his arm like a football, Megatron traced his finger up and down Optimus’ trembling figure. Finding purchase in Optimus’ clenched bunghole, Megatron lined his fleshlight’s mouth up with his cock. “Are you ready?” Megatron purred.

Thrusting with fervor, Megatron pumped Optimus up and down his erect cock. Gurgling in pain, Optimus cried and cried, lubing up his gaping, and now broken, jaw with tears for Megatron’s appendage. Megatron abused his slave like this for a solid half hour or so, until he finally removed his sentient toy from his dripping phalice. Turning a bawling and blubbering Optimus Prime around, Megatron brought his trembling booty to his mouth, before latching his lips about his anus like a parasite. Thus began the sucking, as Megatron turned his mouth into a undulating pump for Optimus’ ass. At first, Optimus’ asshole muscles put up a good fight, and Megatron relished in the struggle his toy put up. Eventually, Optimu’s defenses failed, and his sphincter collapsed like a deflated ballon. Groaning in pain, Optimus felt the shit within his innards begin to be sucked into Megatron’s open mouth. He wanted to scream, but he had no strength left. Read more »

Optimus’ Captivity [MM] [Transformers] [BDSM] [Machines]

“Wh-where am I?” Optimus groaned, the sting of hard metal shackles digging into his sides.

Wait… something is not right.

Optimus slowly began to regain his full mental capacity, and his eyes quickly darted about the room. To his dismay and disgust, Optimus’ eyes scanned over dozens of dilapidated Autobot bodies. The only distinguishing feature that Optimus could see were the insignias on their helmets; the rest of their bodies had been ravaged and defiled. Most of them were missing large chunks of metal and armor, with a few bodies having no identifiably humanoid features left. Those poor few were nothing more than a mass of wires and tubing.

As the horrible realization of his surrounding slowly penetrated his mind, Optimus began to struggle. He had to get out of this cursed place. But after a moment of violent twisting and grunting, Optimus realized that he had no limbs to struggle with. His body, had been disfigured, his limbs torn haphazardly from his torso and his body’s plating ripped off: he, too, was a pile of wires and inner components, his tender Autobot asshole exposed to the open air for the first time in millennia. He sensed he was suspended in the air, although he could not see behind himself. However, he could see tubes extending from his limb stumps, and within them Optimus spied circulating liquid, which he recognized as medical-grade motor oil. “Why am I being kept alive in this torment?” Optimus screamed in terror and agony. Read more »