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Transformers: Energon City

Cassette 1: Obedience and Punishment Orientation

“In Stage one (obedience and punishment driven), individuals focus on the direct consequences that their actions will have for themselves. For example, an action is perceived as morally wrong if the person who commits it gets punished.” -Kohlberg

Soundwave’s fingertips glided expertly across the black vinyl record. The small warehouse was packed with hundreds of people, all gyrating and bouncing with the bass line. The space was lit only with strobe lights and multi-colored spots. The spotlights swept the dance floor, catching ravers for only brief moments at a time. A large screen behind the booth displayed flashy visuals that morphed with the music. DJ Soundwave was a tall, lean man with intense eyes and a sculpted jaw. His cropped black hair was framed by a pair of massive blue headphones, held tightly between shoulder and ear. He bobbed subconsciously with the rhythm as his hands moved quickly between sliding switches and turntables. This was the last set of the night, and the one the crowd had been waiting for. Soundwave was one of the biggest names in the scene.

This particular event was being held well outside of Soundwave’s comfort zone. He rarely strayed from the city, but he had been begged to spin out here in the boonies, and the money was right.

The song was winding down, and the crowd had peaked. This was always Soundwave’s favorite part of the night. Euphoria spread across the entire room, and the collective gathering moved as one. The spots passed over faces that were blissfully unaware of them. The air was charged with the enhanced energy of three hundred dancers.

Suddenly, like thunder on a still night, the bliss was broken. Every door of the warehouse flew open, and the cold night air rushed in, followed by the yellowish beams of flashlights. The power was cut, and the music and lights dimmed instantaneously. Confusion and fear replaced rapture. At least a dozen cops fought their way through the crowd, grabbing as many ravers as possible, filing them all outside to a squadron of waiting paddy wagons. Soundwave reacted as quickly as possible, gathering as much of his expensive equipment as was feasible, before darting toward the back of the warehouse. He leapt nimbly over an overturned folding table, avoiding the grasp of an unidentifiable cop by inches.

There was a thunderous blast behind him. He turned to see a brownish gas spreading through the main area of the warehouse. He noticed now that the cops inside were all wearing gas masks. Tear gas? Soundwave thought, Isn’t that a bit much? The gas drew Soundwave’s attention at the wrong moment. He stepped on a dropped water bottle, and was sent sprawling to the floor. He landed hard, and shuddered at the sound of his equipment colliding with concrete.

“There he is!” screamed a cop nearest him. “Move in! He’s still here!” Soundwave scrambled to regain his feet, lunging away from a groping set of gloved hands. What the fuck did I do? As soon as his balance had returned, Soundwave sprinted forward. He was much more agile without being weighed down by the bulky soundboard. He easily avoided another officer, who was too encumbered by his riot gear to have much of a chance. Soundwave hopped over a small collection of garbage, and without slowing, grabbed a folding chair and hurled it over his shoulder into the mob of pursuing cops. Soundwave’s goal was within sight. A heavy red door was in front of him, with large bold print reading “Fire Door.” He flew forward, throwing all of his weight into his escape.

It didn’t budge. Soundwave rattled the handlebar, causing the fire alarm to begin blaring, which further escalated the panic of the crowd, and still, it would not open.

“Chained shut,” came a voice from over his shoulder, “Supposed to keep y’all out.” Soundwave turned to face his fate.

“A lot of good that did,” retorted Soundwave. The man speaking to him was handsome. His face was a balancing act, rugged, but youthful. He had dirty-blonde hair, which was just visible under the brim of his hat. His eyes were a piercing blue that seemed to imply that there were no secrets that could be held from them. He was in a trooper’s uniform, mostly brown and beige. He grabbed Soundwave by the arm, and dragged him outside through a side door Soundwave had been unaware of.

Soundwave was blinded temporarily by the bright lights outside. The world was a chaotic blur of red, blue, and white. Cops were crawling all over the place, throwing any ravers they could catch into the back of cruisers and wagons. Something seemed off to Soundwave. These weren’t local yokel cops. They were all state troopers or sheriffs. That meant that they didn’t get busted on a noise or trespassing complaint, it was a planned sting. Soundwave was unceremoniously handcuffed and thrown into the back of a state cruiser, where he could watch the chaos unfold without him. Most of the ravers were getting away now, the cops had definitely slowed down their movements. It seemed as if they had gotten what they came for, and the rest was just filler.

After what seemed to be an incredibly short eternity, Soundwave’s trooper escort returned, and took a seat in the driver’s side.

“What the fuck did I do to merit this arrest?” demanded Soundwave.

“Keep yer fuckin’ mouth shut. Does it really matter at this point? Right now, we’ll probably just set you up for possession, maybe dealing. If you don’t play real nice, it gets worse from there.”

“I don’t have anything on me, so if you don’t want a false arrest suit…”

“You act like I give a shit, boy. There’s a bag of ‘X’ in the glove box here. I’m sure it fell out of your pocket while you were running.” The cop smiled, Soundwave could see it in the rear-view mirror.

“This is horseshit.”

“No, just bad luck on your part. You see, we need to start making waves in your little community. Fuckin’ ravers think you can have your parties wherever the fuck you feel like it, and it’s makin’ us look bad.” The cop paused to wave at a passing officer. “We take down a couple of big names like yourself, and we’re heroes again.” Soundwave was furious, but there wasn’t much he could do. For better or worse, he was in the cop’s hands.

The cop started the cruiser, and idled along the grass until it turned onto the main road. He accelerated then, bringing the car up to speed and making his way down the early-morning road.

“What’s your name anyway, kid? We’re gonna be spending a lot of time together, the nearest town’s about 45 minutes away, but I guess that’s why y’all are out here, huh?”

“You know my name, that’s why you arrested me.”

“You’re real name, smart-ass.”

“Soundwave is the only name you need to know.”

“Whatever you say, kid. Your story will have to change by the time we get to the station. Most of the guys call me Barricade, and if we’re stickin’ with informalities, that’ll do for you too.”

They drove on in silence for a while, Soundwave staring out the window at the dawning day. Eventually, Barricade slowed the car and pulled onto the shoulder, sending a rain of loose gravel to fall into the ditch. Barricade shut off the car and came around to the back passenger side. Soundwave noticed him unsnapping the safety guard on his issued pistol. Barricade opened the rear door and leaned into the car. He closed his hand around Soundwave’s shoulder and pulled.

“Slide on out of there. This is as far as we’re going for a while.” He stepped out of the way so that Soundwave could work his way out of the car. “And just so you know, I’m an excellent shot.” Barricade gestured at his firearm. Soundwave stood in the ditch, waiting patiently while Barricade closed the door and locked the car.

In the pale light from an overhead streetlamp, Soundwave tried to find a way out. The road stretched on in both directions, unchanging until it disappeared into darkness. It seemed that Barricade had parked under the only streetlight for at least a mile in either direction. The street cut through a dense wood, and the surrounding trees blocked out any view of possible civilization. Soundwave had no way of knowing which direction would be best for making a run for it, and it didn’t really matter, since he would be running from a man with a gun.

“Enjoyin’ the scenery, boy?” Barricade seemed amused. “Let’s get movin’ then, we don’t want to linger on this road for too long, who knows who might drive by.” Barricade placed a firm hand on the back of Soundwave’s neck, guiding him forward across the ditch and into the woods. Twigs snapped under Soundwave’s feet as they navigated a rough path. It became apparent that Barricade had a destination in mind. The path wound left and right through the thick foliage, until it eventually broke on a clearing. The small field was carpeted with puffy dandelions and walled by sturdy trees of unknown species. Moonlight filtered down through thick leaves, creating narrow beams that pierced the forest’s darkness. The only unusual feature of the clearing was an old police cruiser off to one side. It had broken down years ago, apparently stuck in the now-hardened mud. Nature had tried unsuccessfully to incorporate it, and it was now rusting silently in an empty patch of ground.

Barricade led him across the field to the rusting hulk, where he was thrown casually onto the hood. The disturbance caused a tempest of dandelion fluff to float through the air, and it fell like snowflakes around the state trooper. Soundwave wondered how many others had been brought here.

Soundwave suddenly felt Barricade’s hands around his waist.

“What are you...” Soundwave began. Barricade’s fingers worked, unbuttoning Soundwave’s jeans, and pulling the zipper down. “What in the hell?”

“If you’re still asking questions, than maybe you’re younger than I thought. You old enough to be out this late, boy?”

“I’m seventeen, I’m not a boy, I’m definitely not your boy.” Barricade laughed, and forcefully yanked Soundwave’s pants down to his ankles. The boy gasped as Barricade lifted his leg to pull the fabric free. Soundwave desperately pulled his legs together, trying to hide whatever he could from the stranger. Barricade slid his own leg between Soundwave’s, forcing them apart. Soundwave’s whimpers covered the sound of Barricade’s pants unzipping. The cop groaned, squeezing his growing erection. Soundwave turned his head just in time to see Barricade pull his thumb from his lips, lowering it from view. Without further warning, the cop’s finger slid into Soundwave’s ass. The teen was surprised, and he shouted loudly. He looked back again, and saw Barricade staring intently at him, his free hand slowly rubbing up and down on his erect cock.

“This isn’t your first time, is it, boy?” Barricade’s thumb slid rapidly in and out of Soundwave. The boy spit over his shoulder, aiming for the cop.

“No, and I’ve taken bigger cocks than that in grade school.” The cop was unaffected by the insult.

“I suppose that means you don’t need any more prep work, don’t it?” Before Soundwave could retort, Barricade’s finger was gone, and his cock was forcing it’s way in. The hole was tight, but Soundwave relaxed to lessen the pain, and Barricade entered him easily. Soundwave knew that fighting back would only draw out the humiliation, and he wanted it to be over quickly. He bit his lip and allowed Barricade to slide 8 inches of cock inside him. Barricade spat onto his palm, and rubbed the saliva around the shaft of his cock, using the extra lubricant to ease the thrusting. He pulled his shaft entirely out of Soundwave each time, at first. He found incredible pleasure in penetrating his victim over and over. Soundwave’s breath stopped with each penetration, a combination of pain and pleasure overriding any thought of escape.

Finally, Barricade slid his entire length into the teen, and began to thrust quickly into him. Soundwave shuddered with unwanted pleasure, and the sensation tightened his asshole around Barricade’s shaft. Barricade placed his hands on Soundwave’s bony hips. He leaned forward slightly, using his bodyweight to penetrate Soundwave as deeply as possible. Soundwave’s cock bounced forward with each thrust, and as it stiffened, the head of his cock began rubbing against his thigh.

The boy’s arousal was obvious to Barricade. The shimmer of sweat was appearing on the small of his back, and a rosy flush was visible on his cheeks whenever he turned to watch what was happening. Barricade reached down and found the boy’s erection. He smiled, pleased that his victim was beginning to enjoy it so early. Barricade delicately ran his fingertips along Soundwave’s bouncing cock, until he closed his fist around it. Barricade did not need to pump his fist, his own thrusting was driving Soundwave’s cock back and forth in his hand. Soundwave groaned audibly as he was forced to hump Barricade’s grip. The combination of spit and precum lubricated the man’s hand.

Barricade tightened his grip on Soundwave’s hip, needing the leverage to deeply penetrate him. Soundwave’s ass began to clench with each thrust, and Barricade knew he was getting too close to orgasm. He pulled out entirely, leaving Soundwave’s cock hanging free in the chilly air.

The cop unlocked half of the handcuffs, and pulled Soundwave to his feet. Before he could protest, Soundwave was pushed backwards until he landed on the hood of the old cruiser. Barricade refastened the cuffs, locking them with Soundwave’s arms outstretched. He lifted the teen and slid him backwards so that he was lying on the hood with his legs spread in the air. Barricade pulled Soundwave’s arms around his neck, and stepped up to position his cock at the boy’s opening. He licked his palm, and began stroking Soundwave’s throbbing erection. As he moved his hands, Soundwave began grinding his hips, trying to push his asshole onto Barricade’s cock.

“If you want it, beg me for it.” Barricade waited for a reply, but the boy only continued his movements. Barricade pulled back slightly. “I said fucking beg me, you slut.”

“Please,” Soundwave began, “Please shove your cock into me.” Barricade continued to wait. “Shove it in! I need you to fill my ass!”

“That’s better.” Barricade stepped forward, sliding his cock into Soundwave’s hole. The boy cried out, his head falling back as his back arched. His cock swelled noticeably in Barricade’s grip. Soundwave’s balls were tight against his body, and every muscle from his stomach down was tensed. It can’t be helped, Barricade thought, and with another thrust, the boy came. Barricade did not slow, even as the warm cum ran down Soundwave’s thighs. He continued to rub the boy’s cock, and Soundwave spasmed uncontrollably. His asshole squeezed Barricade’s cock, it’s heat spreading through Barricade’s cock. Soundwave looked up into Barricade’s face. The boy’s eyes were dazed and pleading.

“Cum in my ass. Fill me with it.” But Barricade wasn’t ready to do that. Not yet. He pulled out again, and lay his cock against Soundwave’s. He wrapped his hand around both, and slowly stroked them together. Soundwave fell back again, his stomach falling and rising rapidly as ragged breath escaped him. Barricade used his free hand to trace lines across the boy’s lithe body. He drew circles around the teen’s nipples, watching electricity fire through the squirming boy. He gathered a drop of cum from Soundwave’s chest, and shoved the finger into the boy’s waiting mouth. Soundwave sucked it clean greedily. Inspired, Barricade slid out of Soundwave’s arms, and pulled the boy off the car onto his knees. Soundwave immediately wrapped his mouth around Barricade’s cock, licking his own cum from it.

Still handcuffed, Soundwave grabbed the base of Barricade’s cock, pulling it happily into the warmth of his mouth. Barricade’s head slipped into the tight tunnel of the boy’s throat several times. Soundwave let go of Barricade, instead playing with his own cock as he serviced the man. Barricade noticed that the boy was hard again already. Soundwave opened his throat and let Barricade’s cock fill it. Barricade restrained himself as his orgasm built, letting only a few hot drops into Soundwave’s mouth before pulling his cock free. He showered the remaining cum onto the boy’s face and neck. Barricade stroked his cock, milking every drop from it before pulling Soundwave back onto his feet.

Soundwave instinctively bent over the car again, presenting his hot, tight hole to the officer. This time, Barricade knelt, gently kissing the back of Soundwave’s thighs. He kissed higher and higher each time, until he came to Soundwave’s ass. Barricade’s tongue darted out, licking around the tender opening, and Soundwave’s body reacted violently. Barricade explored the outer rim of Soundwave’s hole, watching closely as Soundwave stroked himself as best as he could. Goosebumps popped out across Soundwave’s legs, and he began to shiver anytime Barricade’s tongue touched him. It wouldn’t be long before the boy came again.

Barricade stood and pressed his cock into Soundwave. It entered easily, and again, the boy’s heat covered his cock. Soundwave gasped, grinding his hips back against Barricade as the man began to thrust into him.

“I’m going to cum Barricade…I’m sorry, but I’m going to cum again!” Barricade grabbed Soundwave’s waist, forcing his cock into the boy with hard, rhythmic thrusts. Soundwave groaned and cried loudly. His knees gave way, and Barricade held him by the hips. The boy’s body tensed until it felt rock hard, and as Barricade felt his orgasm building, Soundwave’s cum shot onto the rusty black paint of the cruiser. The boy’s ass became a vice grip, and Barricade could hold back no longer. He dug his nails into the boy’s skin, and shouted as cum filled Soundwave’s ass. Both of them collapsed against the car, panting heavily.

Barricade pulled out carefully, being sure that as little evidence as possible ended up on his uniform. He redressed the teen, buttoning his pants and pulling his shirt back down, before moving the cuffs back to their traditional position. He led the teen back through the forest to the parked car.

“I don’t get a break after that?”

“Boy, if you think that was anything special, you’re a lot more naive than I thought. You’re still going downtown.” Soundwave tried to beg for his release, but Barricade refused to speak again on the matter, and eventually, Soundwave silently accepted his fate. He was locked back in the backseat, and the cruiser pulled out onto the road again. After another twenty minutes, the darkness of the rural countryside gave way to the daylight glow of a metropolitan city. The cruiser passed from one nondescript street to the next, eventually turning into the parking lot of a large apartment building.

“This doesn’t look like a police station,” Soundwave said, hoping he wasn’t sounding stupid. Barricade laughed maliciously.

“I said you were still going downtown, I never said anything about the station.” Realization struck Soundwave when he saw the expression on Barricade’s face. The man looked possessed. “Welcome to Energon City.”
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