DIY 11

Well Holy Mother of God, I found this kinky as hell!Thank you Kiki, for making this a fun write. And this is the longest fic I've ever done too, so thank you!Enjoy this awesome kink!

Optimus/Decepticon army;bayverse

place:kaon

kink:mindbreak,sizekink,double peneration,submissive optimus

Well damn, they failed. Chicago was blasted to ruins, Sentinel had clearly gone Decepticon, and the Autobot forces were no more. The Matrix was silent, no longer alive and humming in Optimus's chestplates. The noble Prime recognized defeat, and acknowledged. All of his loyal Autobots were gone, brutally killed. Except for Ratchet. In the Decepticon's optics, the medic was deemed useful. He was whisked away, onto the Nemesis. Optimus hadn't heard from him since.

Kneeling on the broken asphalt, with assorted cannons, blasters and rays pointed at his helm, Optimus was stoic, not moving. He had resigned himself, not to give in, even it torture was inflicted, he would keep the Matrix safe. He was approached by Soundwave, the CO's tentacles out and poised to strike. Not one to talk, Soundwave simply wrapped a tentacle around the proud leader's neck, another to his arms, rendering him immobile. Another tentacle, smaller and more flexible, wormed its way towards the blue helm. Out of instinct, Optimus flinched. The little ligament simply went on its merry way, hooking itself onto Optimus's helm, then proceeded to siphon important information.

In his helm, Optimus was having a mini war with the probing tentacle, fighting to keep information from it. Creating firewalls and codes, only to have them overridden. The little war continued, the Autobot leader quickly losing control of his own processor. He let out a great sigh, and surrendered vital information to the probing Decepticon. He felt the foreign presence in his helm, in his spark. Optimus closed his optics, attempting to give himself some peace of mind. He felt himself being lifted up, and forced to walk. Still refusing to open his optics, Optimus was lead to what he presumed was a transport. He was strapped in, and he felt the small ship leave the ground. They were headed for their destroyed home...

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Optimus opened his optics when they landed. He took in the smell. It smelled like home, it just didn't look like it. What was once his bustling city of a hometown, was now simply a pile of rubble. Everything was in ruins. The only thing standing was the Temple of the Primes, where the Allspark was once housed. Prime was in shock. His Kaon! His hometown! The place where he had grown, with his parents, and with Megatron. It was all gone. His spark was crushed once more.

The broken mech was close to the breaking point. He couldn't take this anymore. Suddenly, he was pushed towards the temple. Dreading what was to come, he was forced to walk over, his armed 'escort' prodded him in the back with their weapons, goading him forward.

Inside what was once the pavilion, now was filled with the whole of the Decepticon Army. In the center, and sitting on a crude makeshift throne, was Megatron, namely, the pain in Optimus's rusty aft. Smirking sadistically, the grey mech looked at his prisoner.

"Welcome home, Brother." he said scathingly

"This is not home, Megatron. You destroyed it a long time ago." Optimus replied quietly.

Megatron snorted. He motioned for Soundwave to step forward. Optimus tried to move back, away from the advancing mech. The Autobot leader was unable to hold back a whimper a fear. He ducked his helm in embarrassment as waves of laughter echoed from the ranks. He wasn't able to bring himself to look Soundwave in the optics. He bowed his helm in shame. Without even jacking into the red and blue mech's processor, the telepath attacked his mind. Optimus screamed in pain. Everything hurt, every fiber in his being was ripped apart. He screamed and thrashed, a futile attempt to get the mech out of his head. Yet the attacks were relentless, until something snapped. A huge snap was heard. The Decepticon army was silent as they watched the Autobot fall to the ground, his body shutting down.

Megatron was about to start yelling at Soundwave for breaking the mech completely, but was halted in his actions by a quiet whirr. The tyrant then looked back at his fallen brother. The red and blue mech's systems were slowly coming back online. He watched in fascination as the Autobot gradually regained life, the powerful fans working, small parts of his armor flexing. But when the once proud leader looked up, Megatron was taken aback.

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If Megatron knew his brother looked like a whore that much, he would have taken advantage of him cycles ago. Dazed blue optics stared at the Decepticons, glancing hazily at the army. Cheeks flushed dark with energon, pouting lips open and gasping for air. Well, thank you Soundwave.

Soundwave had completely destroyed Optimus's mind, reverting him to an instinctual state. Said dazed mech looked around, looking at all the mechs. All bigger than him, a few gestalts here and there. And all clearly mechs. Optimus felt small, and whimpered pitifully. He needed a protector. He needed someone to claim him. The gray one! He looked strong, he was strong, and he could protect him!

Slowly, he crawled over to the grey mech, on his hands and knees, his helm down and submissive. Whimpering quietly, he made his way to Megatron's peds. He looked up to passive grey faceplates, red optics filled with confused curiosity. Did the grey mech not want him? Taking slightly drastic measures, he rose to shaky peds, and gently straddled Megatron's lap. Taking a suddenly shaky grey servo, Optimus pressed it against his heated codpiece. Megatron was taken aback. Lubricant was dripping onto his servo, the panel dangerously hot. The tyrant looked up to stare at his enemy. Pleading optics stared back.

"Please...take me..." whimpered Optimus.

Megatron was not one to say no. He roughly grabbed onto the blue helm and dragged his brother into a violent kiss. Cheers and roars were heard from all sides as the Decepticon soldiers watched the Autobot get dominated by their leader. Whimpers, whines, and moans were heard. Optimus was completely blown, his mouth being invaded by a huge glossa, his body being roughly grabbed and squeezed by coarse servos. He moaned as he felt surprisingly nimble fingers gently pry off his codpiece, exposing his dripping valve. He keened as his valve was invaded by the thick digits, the cables in his valve tightening. He bucked, trying to get the fingers to delve in deeper.

He whimpered like the whore he was when Megatron's codpiece retracted, his huge spike enthusiastically popping out and smacking Optimus on the aft. Prime couldn't help by whine, rubbing his aft against the hard appendage. He made a small choked noise when the flared tip nearly pushed in. Breathing hard, and shaking like a leaf, he slowly reached down, grabbed the spike, positioned himself, and sank down onto the spike.

Oh, Megatron was utter ecstasy! So tight, so wet, so utterly great. Losing all of his self restraint (if he ever had any) he grasped onto blue hips and slammed home. The scream he wrenched from the Prime was beautiful, his helm thrown back, his back arching gracefully. Megatron thrusted away, running the slick walls, hitting Optimus's sweet spot with deadly accuracy.

"Oh...Aaahh! Primus...HARDER!"

Optimus was completely gone. Practically humping the mech below him, he rode the hard spike with abandon. He could feel himself getting close, his inner walls tightening, the fluids dripping out faster. He wailed as he overloaded, forcing the Decepticon to fall into completion as well. Stuffed full from the spike, Optimus keened and moaned as he was filled to the brim with transfluid, the fluids mixing together.

Megatron was in post coital bliss. He felt warm, and sated. He pulled the whimpering mech off of him, the lubricant/transfluid mix dripping erotically from the stretched valve. He lowered Optimus to the ground, by his peds. Megatron suddenly stood up, and yelled:

"DECEPTICONS!"

The soldiers, officers included, waited with bated breath.

"Have fun." A smirk.

A thunderous roar was heard, then a flood of mechs. Optimus had barely had time to look up before he found himself flat on his back. One, two, THREE spikes now filled him. His mouth was invaded by two ginormous spikes , while a spike was forced into each servo. A slutty moan was heard amongst the bodies, and Megatron watched with rapt attention. He watched as Optimus eagerly spread his legs, three Decepticons penetrating him at once, his valve stretched as wide as it could go, thrusting as hard as the mechs above him. The Autobot sucked desperately on the two spikes in his mouth, moaning, whimpering and whining, causing the mechs to go into a frenzy.

Optimus was suddenly flipped onto his knees, still desperately servicing the mechs. The two in his mouth overloaded hard, one filling Optimus's mouth. The other pulled out cumming all over the red and blue mech's face. Transfluid slowly dripped down his blushing faceplates, as he took yet another two mechs into his mouth. The ones in his servos jerked in his hands, shooting their load all over his body, slowly dripping down. The three mechs in his valve were thrusting so hard they had managed to move Optimus a few yards from where they started. They came in unison, drawling out a high pitched scream from Optimus. So full of transfluid, Optimus could only watch as it flowed out of his valve. And as soon as the other mechs were gone, three more replaced them.

It was gonna be a long night…

Geezus, this took forever, and I was doing this in Chinese school too…guh, so tired…Anyway, review!Also, if crazy ass bitch or random tf fangirl read this, I would like to ask: do you want them human, or robots wearing clothes? Thanky u once more! XD