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His bindings were tight, but at least not to the point where they would have damaged his plating, so for that at least Starscream was grateful. Still, he struggled against his restraints, but with his arms behind his back and legs secured firmly together, he had very limited mobility. Even his wings had been bound by Soundwave's freakishly long tentacles!
It was already bad being dangled upside down like some sort of prized hunt, an astro bladefish to filet and serve– But to be displayed in such a humiliating way for their Lord Megatron felt truly like a new low in his function.
"Master," Starscream grunted once more while trying to free himself. "I- I think there's no need for all this."
"Starscream." Megatron practically purred his designation, but he'd been at the end of one too many 'disciplinary beatings' to know that was only a sign of their lord's simmering ire behind a seemingly calm demeanor. "Just how many times are you planning to fail me?"
From this angle, Starscream could only really stare at the pedes of both their lord and their gratingly loyal communications officer. He was used to Megatron dragging him to his private quarters to administer some of his more sadistic thrashings, but usually they were done in private (if only to save him some face with the troops, or so Megatron would say as a way of explanation).
It made him incredibly unnerved that this time around, Soundwave had been invited to participate.
"Please, my lord... We were ambushed by that Autobot unit! It– It wasn't part of our plans!" Starscream squirmed fruitlessly, swaying back and forth momentarily before Soundwave once more immobilized him.
"And that's the problem. You lack foresight. Usually I'd take it upon myself to punish you properly, but Soundwave assured me he had a better way to make sure you'd learned your lesson this time."
That at least explained the creep's inclusion in whatever this new method was, but if you were to ask him, Starscream would rather have taken the usual beating. That at least would have saved him the embarrassment of their communications officer getting the perfect blackmail over him (now he had the additional chore of figuring out a way to make sure Soundwave wouldn’t have a chance to ever use it against him).
"Let's begin." Came the disembodied voice, another one from Soundwave's all-time useful sound clips.
Before he could get ready for it, Starscream felt Soundwave tighten his grip on him, then he felt the tail end of one of his limbs prod slowly along his spine. "S-Stop that!"
"It's in your best interest to cooperate. Otherwise I'll take it that you're fine with continually being a failure." Megatron had that tone of voice that indicated he wasn't looking for any objections. "And we can't have that. Right, air commander?"
The seeker barely suppressed the need to snarl at him. The only failure in the room was the one that kept dragging on the war for millennia because his plans were impulsive and spiteful! If Starscream was their leader, they would be victorious already! Optimus Prime's head on a plate and all!
...But it wasn't the best moment to argue that while being in his precarious situation.
So swallowing his pride, Starscream gritted his denta and went slack. "Yes, sir."
Soundwave continued poking and testing the plating at his back, looking for a particular spot. One he apparently found at the base of his nape, since it stopped there for a klik or two before Starscream felt a quick jab from one of his small connectors. He let out a surprised yell at the intrusion, panicking a bit more once his optics went dark against his will.
"Calm down. The blindness is only temporary while Soundwave trains you." Their leader said in a bored tone.
Annoying that apparently one of Starscream's worst experiences in his life was so dull for him. But he couldn't fixate too much on that because... Training? Was he being treated like a stupid turbofox now?!
"Focus." Said a different voiceclip. Focus on what? On being so vulnerable in front of the two worst people he knew?!
[No.] Came the unexpected response from the back of his processor. [On being a good mech.]
Great, so Soundwave was inside his head now! Fantastic! Totally not incredibly invasive and distressing!
Starscream squirmed angrily against his binds, punishment be damned, he needed to leave and now.
[Bad mech.] Was the only warning he got before he felt a shot of pain course through his systems, immediately followed by Soundwave's tentacles tightening along his entire frame. A shriek was ripped from his vocalizer, and he heard the distant chuckle of their leader somewhere in his periphery.
"Oh, I see you're being disciplined already." Of course Megatron would find it amusing. He'd remember this, he'd be the one to have the last laugh, he would–
"Focus." Soundwave repeated the voiceclip. 'On being a good mech' he'd said, but what did that even mean?!
[Following orders. Knowing your place. Striving for exc-]
Before the annoying artificial voice could even finish that, Starscream couldn't help but yell at them both indignantly. "Shut up, shut up! See how you like it when outnumbered by– Ack!"
Again, his frame was rattled by a discharge of concentrated pain all over him. It was made worse by being completely immobilized, his joints resenting it the most.
[And silent when needed.] Soundwave continued, unbothered.
Right. Starscream was no idiot, he realized now that there was no escape from this fucked up game of theirs. So fine, he could play along. Anything that got him away from Soundwave's cold tentacles and Megatron's insufferable presence.
[From the start: a good mech follows orders. Can you follow orders?]
'Yes.' He replied mentally, hoping that'd do, but apparently that wasn't it.
"For everyone- To hear." The spliced voice clips instructed.
Starscream suppressed the urge to groan. Fine, he understood the assignment now: put on a pretty display and do as he was told. They'd regret this, they'd regret putting him through all of this for something that wasn't even his fault!
"Y-Yes, I can follow orders." He spoke as neutrally as he could, the last thing he needed was for anyone to accuse him of having a disrespectful attitude.
In response, Soundwave's tentacles eased up a little on the pressure, and the seeker sighed in relief as his plating no longer felt under the risk of getting seriously dented. The tentacles shifted around him as they adjusted themselves, and he jolted a little when he felt them brush lightly against his modesty panel. He very decidedly tried not to think about that.
[A good mech is a loyal mech. Are you a loyal mech?] The so-called training continued.
"Yes, I am a loyal mech." Starscream tried to make it sound genuine as much as he could. Because really, he was. Just nobody needed to know that he was most loyal to himself first and foremost.
"Hmm..." Somewhere above him, Megatron's voice came closer. "I don't believe him."
"Wh- Huh? You don't get to-!" Starscream sputtered before his words got cut off by another punishing shock to his frame which made him squeal. Fine, no talking back! Even when it was unfair!
When his body finished twitching from the pain, Soundwave played a different clip. "Clarify."
Starscream pondered his words for a klik or two. "I am a loyal mech to our grand leader, Megatron." That had to do it, surely.
"Not quite." Megatron murmured with a grin. "Try again."
The seeker had to bite back the insult he so badly wanted to say. But he really didn't want another shock, so he complied.
"I... I am a loyal mech to my one and only master, the great lord Megatron."
"Much better." The self-satisfaction practically oozed out of the warlord's words. Starscream would never again doubt the depth of the depravity of their lord. He didn't manage to focus too much on that however, because after giving the correct answer, Soundwave subjected him to a controlled transfer of charge through his systems, the overwhelming pleasure surging and dispersing itself as quickly as it'd come. He let out an involuntary moan, shaking a little as his body recovered from unexpected stimulation.
It'd felt great of course, but Starscream was weary of the direction this training was going into.
[A good mech trusts his master. Do you trust your master?] The question was followed by Soundwave's tentacles adjusting themselves again, this time more deliberately stroking around his thighs and interface panels. Fun to know Decepticon high command was composed of a bunch of creepy perverts.
He wondered if it made it better or worse that he was only a little bit curious about the lengths Soundwave was willing to go to satisfy their lord.
"I... Yes, I trust my master's every decision." Not something easy to force himself to say, because if there was a mech he couldn't trust in again, was the one that had ordered him to be put into this psychosexual torture.
[You have to trust it's for your own good.]
Not that he could argue in his position, but whatever.
"Then, comply." Soundwave requested through another soundclip, and just as he was about to wonder to what– Starscream felt smaller tendrils massage around the transformation seams of his array. Ah.
Starscream was a bit mortified, in all honesty.
"Do... Do I have to?" There was a quiver to his voice, mostly because he suspected that questioning the command would only lead to another controlled burst of pain. He braced himself for it, but thankfully there was no such retaliation.
[A good mech lives to please.] The secret implication being that he would be a bad mech if he didn't choose to let himself be profaned by the tendrils. Bad mechs were punished, as he'd learned.
'The faster you give in, the faster it'll be over.' Starscream reassured himself as he activated the subroutine to transform back his panels to expose his valve. It felt so demeaning to reveal how wet he'd gotten from the treatment so far, he could feel lubricant leaking from his folds already.
There was the sound of heavy pedes walking around him, and then a soft whistle. "That's a pretty sight. Isn't it, Soundwave?"
Starscream honestly couldn't imagine his faceplates heating up any more, but he discovered they could burn a bit more with embarrassment once he heard the communications officer agree with a voice clip. "Pretty."
"I'm glad to see you be enthusiastic about your training, Starscream." Megatron mocked him. He was about to argue, but then he felt Soundwave change his position, no longer dangling him upside down, but rather wrapping his tentacles mostly around his torso, arms and wings, and leaving him suspended from his back.
Conveniently, the position left his aft up in the air and his legs free to sway lightly.
If he were a braver mech, he would have used the opportunity to thrash around and free himself. Unfortunately, today he was not brave.
Today, he was a good mech.
The end of Soundwave's tentacle worked its way into his valve, and the seeker bit his lower lip to muffle a gasp. He would not moan and beg like a common shareware drone, he would maintain his dignity the whole way through! The little he still had left anyway.
He'd expected Soundwave to be a bit more rough given the conditions, but Starscream was surprised when his tentacle started with a very slow, gentle pace. Its smaller tendrils brushed lightly against some very sensitive nodes, and though it wasn't enough to make him cry out, it at least was pleasant enough to tolerate.
"You know he can take a bit more than that." But of course Megatron had to ruin everything in his life.
Insufferably loyal as he'd always been, Soundwave increased the pace in which he slipped in and out of his valve, curling inside him and making splatters of lubricant drip down his thighs. Starscream keened, trying to stay as silent as he could, but it was becoming incredibly difficult the more Soundwave pounded into the deepest parts of him and built up charge through the entirety of his frame.
"This," Megatron put a servo under his chin, angling his face up. "Is a good look on you."
A shiver ran down his frame. He did not want to hear those types of things, but he couldn't spit curses at his master at the moment, so his body betrayed him and made him let out a loud moan right as the warlord caressed his cheek.
"Ah, aah, hngh!" Starscream writhed as the tentacle thrust itself repeatedly into his valve, ramping up to a relentless pace.
[Are you a good mech, Starscream?] The artificial voice asked as he moaned into Megatron's mouth, his master pulling him up into a kiss, sliding his glossa into him, forceful and inconsiderate as he'd always been.
It was disgusting, it was intoxicating, and he needed more of it while Soundwave's tentacle made his plating bulge a little each time it buried itself as deep as it could go.
His master however let go of him and turned to speak to his communications officer. "Has he learned his lesson?"
Great question. Starscream had learned so much today. He wasn't sure what other lesson he should have learned other than 'failure was unacceptable' and 'find someone else to blame for it next time it happens'. Regardless, his processor was too occupied with registering the delicious charge glitching his systems to care at this point.
[Are you a good mech, Starscream?] Soundwave repeated himself, and just because he felt himself on the edge of losing himself, the seeker nodded frantically.
"Y-Yes! Ah, I'm...! I'm a good mech! Haaah!" Starscream cried out as Soundwave gave him another heavy flow of simulated feelings of pleasure to force him to overload on the spot, which he did with trembling legs, transfluid gushing out of him and dripping loudly on the floor of the throne room.
He panted, completely spent and vents steaming from the effort of surviving that. He felt himself finally be lowered into the floor, Soundwave's tentacles loosening completely and unplugging themselves from him, and the moment he thought he was going to be miserably dropped on the floor– Megatron caught him in his arms.
Starscream blinked his optics as he felt them finally come back online, and was greeted by his master grinning down at him, almost as if proud. One day, Starscream promised to himself, he'd shoot the smile off his face.
"Very well done, Soundwave. I think he might just be salvageable." Megatron praised his accomplice on his through training, and Starscream didn't have the energy to complain when the warlord carried him away to the medibay– His communications officer silently following after them.