Blurr was not very happy. He was a tall, light-blue Autobot and the Autobots had just lost the war. So here he was stuck in the back of a vehicle taking him to Primus knows where. His hands were secured around his back and chains were placed at his ankles, ensuring that he wouldn't be moving very fast. The vehicle's interior was a dark purple with minimal lighting from the window to the back barely letting him see the colors. He could hear the sound of the city moving about, filled with Decepticons loitering the streets. Losing the war was oh so very painful.

He felt the vehicle moving a bit more before stopping. He heard the door open at the driver's side and before long, the door to the vehicle was open, showing off the generic green trooper with purple lights. "Come out to your new place of residence," he ordered, gesturing to his pistol to show that resistance would be taken very lightly. Blurr gave a low moan before reluctantly getting up and walking over to the entrance and hopping down. The sky was red on one side and black o the other, meaning that it was dusk and it would soon be dark out. The trooper pointed to his left, which Blurr expected to be a prison. He turned his head to look at it and was immediately surprised.

Instead of a cold, bleak prison, it was a two story shop. It had a lively tan color with some purple around the windows and the roof. At the entrance, he could see a sign.

SWINDLE'S PLACE

RESTAURANT AND OTHER PROCLIVITIES

Swindle… wasn't he the black market merchant? Blurr knew him from having to fight the Combaticons every now and then and had catch glimpses of their files. Owning a legitimate store was not something that Blurr expected someone like him to do.

He felt the guard shoved him in the back and Blurr stumbled a bit before catching himself. He knew that meant that he had to move, so he did as he was told, moving forward towards the shop. The trooper walked beside him, going a bit faster due to not being bounded, and open the door for Blurr to enter. Blurr entered the door to see a lavishly decorated place. The walls and ceiling were painted a royal purple while the floor was tan. The walls were adorned with paintings and there was a sculpture or two. The seats and booth all looked sturdy with their tan coloring and very comfortable and all of this was accentuated by the pleasant lighting. In the back much to Blurr's delight, was a bar, housing a wide assortment of drinks.

Why the frag was Blurr here instead of rotting in a cell?

"Hey there!" a voice ringed out, and a figure emerged from the back. He was short and wide with tan and purple colorings and large purple optics. He had a smile on his face as he addressed them. "Come on back here with my new worker!" The trooper nudged Blurr as he took it all in and Blurr glared at him with the iciest one that he could muster to give him before moving forward quickly, wanting to know what was going on. "My, you really got him secure, now follow me to the back area." Blurr followed behind the mech and immediately started asking questions.

"Why am I here?" he asked. Swindle gave a short chuckled that almost seemed like he was mocking him before he answered.

"Didn't you listen? You're my new employee. Welcome," he told him.

"Employee? For what?"

"You'll find out in a sec. We're here," he said as he opened the door that revealed a barren, empty room. The room was a solid white and there looked like a circular pad in the middle. Swindle quickly escorted him there and gestured to the trooper. "Hey release his bonds."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Swindle replied, fiddling with something on his arm. "Quickly." The trooper gave a grumbled before he quickly unlocked both of Blurr's bond and step back with them in hand. Blurr rubbed his wrists in relief until he felt something wrapped around each of his wrists and pull him in the air until it looked like he was levitating. Blurr gave a loud yell as he was left hanging, swinging his legs everywhere until something wrapped around both of his ankles and kept them in place, slightly apart from each other. He tried to see what they were, but it appeared to be invisible. "Alright, let's go," Swindle said, heading for the door and the trooper looked confusingly at Blurr before giving a shrug and followed him out of the room.

"Hey, wait! You can't leave me here!" he shouted out to them.

"Actually, yeah, I can," Swindle told him as the guard exited out of the room. "See you in a little bit," were his last words before the door shut closed. Blurr struggled against the invisible bindings holding him in place, unable to get loose. Whatever it was that Swindle was going to do to him, it wasn't going to be good.

It was too late to escape, however, as he suddenly heard noises all around him and he saw mechanical arms emerged from the wall. A large piece of the wall open up, revealing what looked like… clothing? Blurr balked at the sight before he noticed the arms coming toward his crotch and aft plate and removing them. Blurr yelled in surprise as his limp spike and valve was exposed. He kept concentrating on that before he noticed the arms grabbing the clothes and bringing them to him. The first thing was a pair of black latex panties that slid easily up his legs to his spike and valve and covered them, much to Blurr's relief. Of course, he couldn't see the hole in his panties where his valve was.

He saw two arms heading for him, each with something black in their grasp. Blurr watched helplessly as the pulled what were black latex stockings up his legs to right above his knees. He saw them grab the straps and pull them up to his panties and connect them. The arms brought white bows and wrapped them the top of the stockings. Sharply angled blue heels his way and quickly placed his feet in them. Blurr felt his feel angled sharply to about 65 degrees to match his new footwear, much to his discomfort. The arms quickly placed a black bow on top of each heel, finishing off the legs.

Blurr felt weird having the clothing on, but that feeling went away when the arms wrapped something around his chest and tighten it up. He yelled in pain as the surprisingly strong corset enclosed around his body, making his chest tighten slightly. He had to admit that it was unexpected and uncomfortable. A white blouse, petticoat, and latex gloves came and the bindings move his arm to a T-shape. The petticoat came first as it was wrapped around his waist and descended to just above the middle of his thighs. While that was done, the gloves were slid up his arms to just above the elbow. The blouse came after them and was button up quickly. The sleeves went to just below the elbow and buttoned up to his neck. A light-blue tie came and was wrapped around his neck and went down to the middle of his chest, dangling gently.

As Blurr wondered what the heck the clothes were for, the arms grabbed a wonderful navy blue latex dress. Blurr couldn't muster a struggle as the arms slid the dress easily over him. The sleeves went down to his wrists while the bottom went down to slightly above the stockings. The ends of the sleeves and the bottom of dress had white frills on them bristling about. There was a slight V-neck opening in the front down a quarter if the war to his chest that left the blouse and tie exposed and the shoulder had small poofs on it as well.

Blurr fumed as the clingy dress practically melded with him, making him feel restricted. He watch as the arms grabbed an apron and wrapped it around his waist. It formed a semicircle, reaching down to the middle of his thighs and had frills around the bottom. A large light-blue bow came and wrapped itself around the waist as well and the arms formed a large bow in the back, being wider than his shoulders and the tails reaching down to his knees. He saw the arms bring black bows and pin them to the side of his head and wrapped one at the top of his head where his plume was.

The arms went away except for one and Blurr was lowered to the ground, his heels clacking softly as they made impact. Blurr's arms were placed down to the side and his legs closed together. The arm quickly did its last job, wrapping latex bindings under the heel to bind his feet and went to work on his ankles, knees, thighs, waists, elbows, and shoulders. Blurr struggled against the new bindings as the arm went away and another section of the wall opened up. He felt the floor start moving him towards the opening and he realized that he was on a conveyor belt.

The conveyor belt quickly moved him through the opening and the wall closed behind him, leaving Blurr with the dark, enclosed surrounding. Nothing lit the room up except for small, dim, purple lights. As Blurr struggled with the bindings, he felt something pinch him in the back of his head, causing him to yell a quick curse as the belt moved him forward some more. The belt stopped and a large arm grabbed Blurr and moved him to a container just big enough for him and closed it shut, leaving him in the dark. Blurr now found movement impossible in the tight, condensed space, and calmed down, in order to conserve energy. He had to figure a way out later when he was out of this container.

Blurr felt something slither around him in the container and he jumped slightly. He felt two of them around his head and at his legs. Before he could think about it, the front of Blurr came to life with a screen that was white with Swindle face in the middle. He used the light to look around at what it was worming around him. Blurr felt disgust as he saw a phallic gag. Before he could do anything else the gag quickly entered his mouth and rooted itself inside, then strapping itself around his head. He felt another phallic gag enter his valve and vibrate, causing Blurr to squirm and struggled even more. Before he knew it, he felt two things inset itself in the side of his head and force his head to look forward at Swindle's face. Suddenly, he heard words.

"Obey."

XXX

Swindle relaxed in his chair, sipping a cube of energon, as he watched the progress on the screen. Blurr was wondering what the heck was going on and putting up one last futile effort. Swindle had to scoff at this as he knew it was hopeless. The conveyor belt inserted a microchip at the back of his head into his brain and help eased the process along. He was really thankful for making a killer deal with Bombshell about those things.

"Reprogramming at 25%," the computer said. Blurr was already noticeably slowing his struggling and the light in his optics was becoming a bit glazed over. Swindle couldn't help making a smile as the microchip did its job. He was about to have a loyal, docile maid to serve him and his customers. He had made a deal with Megatron about having Autobots serving at his restaurant for 5% of the profits and free services there. He was happy to obliged, as he would make a killing from everyone else.

"Reprogramming at 50%," the computer said. Blurr was now barely putting up a fight anymore. He must've knew by now that he was fighting a losing battle, but he still struggled. Swindle had to admit, he was very loyal. Good thing that loyalty will now be strictly to him and no one else.

"Reprogramming at 75%" the computer said. Blurr appear to be moving, although it appear to be in reaction to the phallic devices, as Swindle could hear him moaning in pleasure. He was starting to enjoy the progress, which was good. It will help him in servicing all of the Decepticons wants and needs perfectly.

"Reprogramming at 100%," the computer announced, and Blurr was only concentrating on sucking the phallic gag and enjoying the vibrating spike. Swindle smiled as he quickly inserted new commands for Blurr to follow. The device in his ears read them out to him and Blurr moan in compliance to them. Swindle smiled and pressed a button before exiting the room.

XXX

Blurr felt the latex straps dissolving and the gags retracting into the walls of the container. He felt the box move to a new place before stopping. Blurr waited placated for his container to open, ready to follow Swindle's every command. He didn't know it until now, but he deeply respected Swindle and would do anything for him. He… he… well, you could say that he loved him.

The container open and Blurr saw a shadow hidden in bright light. He had to readjust his optics in order to see who the figure was. "Hello there," the figure greeted and Blurr immediately smiled.

"Yes, master?" Blurr asked, ready to serve.

"Would you step on out?" he asked. Blurr didn't hesitate as he step on out and bend his waist to bow quickly to him before getting back to his regular position, standing with his hands clasped in front of him.

"My, you are eager to please," Swindle chuckled at the maid. "Good to see you have energy."

"Thank you, master," Blurr answered.

"Now, before we get started, I will have to test you out, to make sure you are capable of serving," Swindle reminded him.

"Understood."

"Follow me out," Swindle told him, heading for the exit. Blurr followed behind and the two exited the room, closing itself. The two keep walking, filling the hall with the clank of Swindle's feet and the clacking of Blurr's heels, until they reached the main room. Swindle went and took a seat at the nearest table. As if on command, Blurr went to the back to pick up a datapad and approached the table. When he arrived, he asked immediately.

"What can I get you?" Blurr asked, ready to serve.

"Two cubes of energon would hit the spot," Swindle immediately answered.

"Understood," he replied, writing it down and heading to a door at the back next to the bar. Blurr entered and reappeared, walking back to Swindle. Swindle watch Blurr as he came closer, the tight clothes clinging to his frame and the light shimmering on the latex. He held the cubes in a tray which he carried with the palm of his hand at the bottom of the tray. He stopped and placed the two cubes on the table and went back to a waiting position, his feet together and his hands folded in front of him with the tray in his grasp.

"Why, what are you standing around for?" Swindle asked, amused. "I asked for two so that you can have one, so take a seat."

"Oh, thank you, master," Blurr replied, embarrassed, as he took a seat opposite of Swindle, laying the tray sideways next to his chair. He took the cube and gulped some down, leaving half of it left. Swindle followed through and only drank a quarter of it.

"My, you really drink fast," Swindle noticed.

"Oh, it's just something I'm good at," Blurr replied. "I've always been fast."

"I can tell. You were lightning fast in delivering the drinks," he complimented his maid, taking another drink.

"Thank you, master." Blurr finished the rest of his cube and Swindle went ahead and finished his, smacking it down on the table.

"Okay, now clean up the table," Swindle told him.

"Yes, master," Blurr replied, grabbing his tray and getting up, heading towards the back. He entered it and came out, a rag and bottle in one hand and a plastic basket in the other. Swindle got up to observe him as he went about putting the empty cubes in the basket and sprayed the table with the liquid from the bottle. From there, he wiped the table down with the rag, ensuring that it was spotless. From there, Blurr went to the back with his items and Swindle followed as he continued his job. He put up the bottle and rag and washed the cubes in the sink before putting them up so that they will be used tomorrow. With his objective done, Blurr stood before Swindle, his job done.

"Good job!" Swindle cheered, clapping happily. "Now, for the final part of your job. As you may have noticed when we entered, the sign said 'Other Proclivities.' Follow me," he ordered, heading out. Blurr followed swiftly behind, keeping up with Swindle as he entered to the back hallway and lead him down the hall until they came to an intersection heading left, right, or up the staircase. Swindle went right and Blurr mimicked him, following him as he Swindle opened the nearest door on the right and entered it. Inside was a purple colored room. A berth was set up with pillows as well as a chair, a table, and a dresser. The door closed as Swindle told him his next assignment.

"Now, for your final job," Swindle told him, leaning in close and sticking his hand under his dress. "You will also serve as a fragbot in this place, either as the one being frag or doing the fragging." Blurr blushed as Swindle went under his panties and started rubbing his spike. "I'm doing the fragging this session."

"Understood, master," Blurr replied.

"Lay down on the berth, face down," he ordered, retrieving his hand from his panties. Blurr did as he was order and laid down on the berth, face down. Swindle quickly got on the bed and straddled him. "Now then, let me lift this up," he said, reaching for the bottom of his dress and quickly pulling that and the petticoat up, revealing the panties with the hole where his valve was. Swindle quickly removed his pelvic plate, revealing an already erect spike. Blurr squirmed as Swindle quickly thrusted his spike into the hole.

Blurr gave a groan as Swindle's spike hit his valve, making his spark charge up as Swindle kept going. Swindle's spark was also pulsating, but even faster than Blurr. However, he had better control of it and was trying his hardest to keep from cumming just yet. This went on, the two competing to see who will cum first. Blurr hyperventilated as Swindle kept it up, resting his hands on Blurr's side as he kept it up. Swindle moaned sensually, thrusting more and more until he-

"Aaaah!" Swindle yelled, filling Blurr with his cum. Blurr moaned in pleasure as Swindle did it feeling please at having it in him. Swindle hyperventilated as he laid down on top of Blurr, relieved at getting off. Blurr felt his head resting on the small of his back, reminding him how small he was, although he made up for it by how big the spike was that entered him. Swindle got up, releasing his spike from Blurr's valve and walked back to the chair, relaxing. Blurr laid there, moaning softly to himself. "Tell me," Swindle began, "have you cummed yet?"

"No," Blurr replied, breathless.

"Come over here, but keep your dress up," Swindle ordered him. Blurr did as he was told, keeping his dress up as he got up the bed and went to in front of Swindle. He gazed at spike that was very noticeable under his panties due to being fully erect and grabbed them, pulling them down so that his spike was exposed. He gestured for Blurr to move closer and he did, allowing Swindle to put his spike in mouth. Blurr moaned as Swindle forced all of it into his mouth and licked it trying to get Blurr to cum. Giving that he was already near it, Blurr kept hyperventilating as Swindle sucked and licked the spike for a short time, getting Blurr closer and closer to-

"Aaaaah!" Blurr yelled, releasing his cum into Swindle's mouth. Swindle moaned as the taste of his cum entered his mouth. The sticky substance caked his throat and he greatly enjoyed it, loving the taste it provided. He removed Blurr's spike from his mouth, his job done, and relaxed in his chair. Blurr's spike was cleaned, but Swindle still had some on his.

"Would you mind licking that?" Swindle asked him. Blurr did as he was told, bending down and licking his spike, enjoying every bit of it, until it was licked clean. "Thanks, now-" he said, getting up and retrieving his crotch plate from the floor and putting it back on, "it's time for you to clean up. Follow me after you get yourself looking normal." Blurr nodded, pulling his panties back up and pushing his dress back down, and followed Swindle out of the room.

Swindle took the left and went forward to the hallway that he hasn't visited yet. They went down a short ways before reaching the end of it. A sign reading 'Cleaning Room' was on the door. Blurr didn't need Swindle to tell that was where he needed to go and he opened the door to enter the room. The room was like the one where he was dressed in and Swindle walked to the center. The door closed behind him as he reached the center and he was lifted off the ground again. He saw an arm appear and scanned him, going up and down and around the maid.

"Filth detected," came an automated voice. "Beginning cleansing." At that, many arms came and began its duty. Arms reached under Blurr's skirt and began cleaning his panties and spike. The arms rubbed vigorously, to erase any trace of the fragging, and steamed his panties and buffer his spike and crotch. Next, the arms went to work on his face and mouth, spraying his face with cleaning liquid, rubbing it in to clean it, and buffering it to give his face that new shine. An arm took a device and inserted it into Blurr's mouth, where it sprayed his mouth with cleaning liquid before small brushes came out and rubbed the inside of him mouth clean. The arm removed the device and chased it down with a liquid designed to clean his digestion pipe. After all that, the arms continued by washing every inch of his clothes that were exposed, washing the clothes until it shine.

Blurr was lowered back to the ground and the arms retracted back to the wall. The door opened to show Swindle, looking him over. "Well, you look pristine. Like we never fragged at all," Swindle noticed happily. "There's nothing that customers hate more than used goods. Now follow me."

"Yes, master," Blurr responded, making his way over to him.

"And quit calling me master. I'm not an egomaniac, so you don't have to give me a title. You know my name, so use it please," Swindle ordered him.

"Yes… Swindle," Blurr said, following him along as Swindle made his way back to the intersection. From there, the two headed up the steps to the next floor where another intersection was. Swindle went straight towards the end of the hall. He opened the door and the two entered what appeared to be a lavish apartment. It was painted like the restaurant and they appear to be in the living room, due to the couch and tables next to it and the coffee table in front. There were no walls to the front, just three large window panes, with the center one looking like it's been modified to be a screen as well, probably so Swindle can watch some TV. The only thing that didn't fit were machines to the right that looked like containment chambers of some sort. Swindle brought him to those out of place things, the closest one he could reach.

"Enter one," Swindle told him. Blurr did so and that triggered something, as two arms came out and proceeded to wrap Blurr up in blue latex wrapping. He could do nothing as the arms started with his feet and worked their way up. The arms made quick work with his feet, pin his arms to the side, and wrapped all the way up to his neck. The arms paused as Swindle addressed him. "Listen, I haven't quite got your rooms set up here, and since it's just you, you've got no one to talk to, so it's best just to wrap you up tonight to keep you safe and pristine for tomorrow," he told him. Before Blurr could respond, the arms started up again and wrapped his head up, leaving a mummified maid behind.

Swindle stepped forward and caressed the mummy to little bit, causing it to squirm ever so slightly, before heading to the bathroom, having to wash his sexual encounter off.