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Prisoner of Desire	By : bigbadvillian Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Animated or any faction of HasTak, and make no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prisoner of Desire
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Chapter Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Chapter Elelven
- 12-Chapter Twelve
- 11
- 12
Chapter Twelve

“So, Prowl, you have a nice recharge?”

Prowl cocked an eye ridge. Lockdown was trying to make small talk. Small talk! And after he ripped him and Jazz apart once again. It was unforgivable, and it made Prowl angrier, but he swallowed his pride and answered,

“Yes, master. I did. Thank…thank you for letting me see Jazz.” ‘For ten kliks’, he thought bitterly, biting down on his lower lip to prevent himself from yelling at the hunter. Lockdown chuckled and replied,

“Aw, ain’t nothin’, sweetheart. I’ll keep you happy, I promise. ‘Course, that means you have to keep me happy too.”

Prowl squirmed uncomfortably in Lockdown’s arms. He was going to ‘play’ with him again, he just knew it. Lockdown noticed the nervous shift and continued,

“You guessed right, babe. But first I am gonna run a quick diagnostic on ya, and then we can have some fun.”

“Lockdown, don’t make me—“

His resistance was ill-received. He yelped as Lockdown slammed him unexpectedly into a wall, leaning in close to glare into his frightened, exposed optics. The hunter stared for several seconds, servos slowly crushing Prowl’s arms into the steel wall before sneering,

“Don’t you dare start with me, brat. This is not up for debate, and if you don’t want to do this, then fine. Let me just chain you to the wall so I can go get Jazz for some old-fashioned torture. You like the sound of that? I do. Let’s go get him, shall we?”

“Oh Primus Lockdown, no! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it, you can do whatever you want with me, anything! Just please, don’t harm Jazz! I promise I’ll stop arguing with you!”

Silence. Lockdown did not move, nor did he give any hint that he was considering Prowl’s pleas. The ninja stared into his captor’s optics, silently pleading on for his to leave Jazz alone, but Lockdown made no movement, no sound. He simply stared.

You know what?” he said after a long, tortuous couple of minutes, “I’m getting Jazz. You can’t learn, Prowl. There’s only one way for me to get through to you, and this is it. Stay here.” He chuckled as he said it, then dropped Prowl onto an examination table and strapped him down tightly, hooked him up to a machine and ran the diagnostic.

“That’ll be done when I get back,” Lockdown explained, “So when I come back with Jazz, you’re getting a lesson on obeying me.”

“NO! No, Master! Please, I’m sorry!” Prowl cried out desperately, “I swear I won’t do it again! Please don’t hurt him!” But his pleas were ignored as Lockdown disappeared into the dark hallway towards the brig. Horrified, Prowl began to squirm and attempt to free himself from the table, but it was no use. Lockdown had wrapped the bonds around his pet far too tight for Prowl to budge through, and very soon, Lockdown reentered the room with Jazz flung over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” Jazz yelled angrily, “What the frag’s goin’ on here!?”

“I’m afraid Prowl is being difficult,” Lockdown answered with a shrug, “Seems I hafta re-teach him a few things. You get to be my example.”

“No!” Prowl cried out, “Please, Lockdown, for the love of Primus! Don’t do this! I’ll let you do whatever you want to me! I’ll spread my legs as far back as you want, I’ll call you master, I’ll even clean your ship! Just please don’t hurt Jazz!”

“I can spread your legs on my own, you already call me master because I tell you to, and here’s a fun little fact: I’m an obsessive cleaner. So shut your mouth and pay attention, Prowl. Because you’re about to get a very big life lesson here.”

Lockdown pulled Jazz off his shoulder and dropped him onto another exam table, where he strapped him down and went to the opposite wall to search for something diabolical. After several minutes of Lockdown rummaging around his shelves and pondering the effects of certain devices, he finally what he wanted: a little vial filled with…something.

“This,” he said coolly as he walked back to the ninjas, “is a bottle of cosmic rust. You two know anything about it?”

“It’s deadly,” Jazz answered, fighting back the trembling fear in his vocalizer, “How did you get that without getting yourself killed?”

“Old friend of mine has a ton of it. We did a trade, and this what I wanted in exchange for a few mods. This is the punishment you’re going to receive for Prowl’s inability to do as he’s told.”

“Lockdown, don’t,” Prowl choked, finally resorting to tears and begging like a protoform, “Don’t kill him, please. I will do anything for you; just don’t take Jazz away from me! Please!”

Lockdown moved closer to Jazz, ignoring Prowl’s pleas. Jazz fidgeted, praying to Primus for this to not happen. The hunter loomed high over him, uncapping the bottled disease…

“LOCKDOWN!” Prowl shrieked, “DON”T KILL HIM! I’M SORRY, MASTER, I’M SO SORRY!”

Grinning wickedly, Lockdown pulled back and recapped the bottle. He walked back to his shelf, placed the glass back down gently, then returned to his captives and said,

“Very well, princess. But only because you’ve learned something today. Jazz, how would you like to stay and watch the show?”

“You’re kidding me. You can’t touch him,” Jazz growled, “Not after what you just put him through.”

“I’m not kidding you at all, my friend,” Lockdown replied, “He already knew I was going to play with him. I just didn’t expect him to be so defiant. But enough talk. I’m ready for some fun, and babysitting you two is tiring me out. Prowl, get ready.”

The smaller ninja winced and whimpered, but he said nothing. Jazz turned his head to watch Prowl tremble nervously on the table, opening his mouth to offer reassurance, but Lockdown clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Not a single word, Jazz,” he grinned, “otherwise I’ll beat him to the point where he may or may not be recognizable. Is that understood?”

Jazz glared at him, anger and boiling rage clearly evident in his visor. Lockdown’s grin grew wider, then he said,

“Good. Glad we have an understanding.” He returned to Prowl’s side and yanked an arm out of the tight bonds only to slap a stasis cuff over Prowl’s thin wrist. The other end of the cuff was clamped around a handle on the table, above Prowl’s head. The ninja was not put into stasis, oh no. Four times Lockdown did this, cuffing Prowl’s wrists and spreading his legs apart. They dangled over the sides of the table, and the cuffs were secured around his knees.

Lockdown stared with growing lust at the toy splayed before him, moving in slowly to build up the suspense. Prowl whimpered wordlessly in protest as the larger mech drew nearer, but he dared not speak a single word. He rested his head against the table and allowed himself to tremble violently. Lockdown seemed to be moving at a slug’s pace.

Warmth suddenly swept over his naked port, making him cry out. It was no surprise to him that Lockdown was going to start this way, but Prowl had become nervous and easily spooked by the slighter touches he received. Another swipe of Lockdown’s glossa made him arch his back. Lockdown pushed him back down and climbed on top, ready to ride the ninja into overload.

“Hey there, cutie,” Lockdown purred as he nuzzled his face into Prowl’s delicate neck, “How ya feelin’?”

Prowl knew what he wanted to hear, and he let him hear it.

“I…I’m l-lonely and cold. Will you stay with me and warm me up?”

“Ooh, nice response,” Lockdown chuckled, “I like that one. Sure thing, my adorable little ninja…would you like me to kiss you?”

“Y-yes, please.”

Lockdown rained kisses all over Prowl’s neck and face, licking occasionally at his cheeks and forehead. Prowl off lined his exposed optics for it, on lining them only when the kisses had moved down to his shoulders.

“Hmmm…would you like me to bite you?”

“Only if y-you can be gentle.”

A surprisingly soft bite to his fairing caught Prowl off-guard. He had expected Lockdown to be far more aggressive, like the past few times. But no, this time he seemed to want Prowl to enjoy it. Or perhaps it was to anger Jazz.

“Would you like it if I made you scream?”

“No! Not yet,” Prowl protested, “I’m not ready to overload, Lockdown. I…uh…”

“Yes?” asked the bounty hunter, smiling and baring his dangerous dentals, “What would you like for me to do to you?”

“I, uh…want you to tell me I’m pretty. And kiss me.”

“Well, I can easily do that,” replied Lockdown, chuckling darkly, “But I see right through you Prowl. I’ll give in to it this time because you’re just so damn sexy like this, but you won’t always get away with stallin’ like this.”

“I…I understand, Master,” Prowl answered, biting back a nervous whimper. Lockdown leaned back into Prowl’s neck and pressed gentle, warm kisses against the metal skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “I can’t believe how lovely you are. And you look so delicate, like a femme. Yet you’re strong and not at all frail. How did you achieve such a perfect blend of masculine and feminine, my darlin’?

“I don’t…I don’t know,” Prowl answered nervously, “I was just built that way.”

Jazz watched the show angrily, desperate to rip Lockdown off his love and beat the holy Primus out of him. But all he could do was watch and pray to Primus that Lockdown wouldn’t suddenly get violent and harm Prowl. The hunter shifted dramatically, sitting on top of Prowl and rubbing his crotch plating in need.

“Ooooh, yeah, Prowl,” he groaned, “You make me hot. You feelin’ it, gorgeous?” Lubricant escaped from the plating, dripping down his inner thighs and onto Prowl’s stomach. Fighting back the urge to empty his tanks, Prowl nodded and answered,

“Y-yes…It feels…so warm now... I’m not as c-cold as before.” He shivered involuntarily in disgust of the sight of Lockdown’s crotch plating retracting to expose his wet plug. Before Prowl had a moment to even protest, Lockdown pushed against Prowl’s port and rubbed his huge plug over the opening. He groaned again in anticipation of the tight port he was about to slide inside.

Prowl screamed as Lockdown slammed himself inside, only allowing the ninja a few seconds before he pulled out and rammed himself back in. Prowl screamed again and again with each thrust until Lockdown slowed to a steady even pace. Each not-so-entirely-gentle thrust made Prowl moan and cry out, but he stopped screaming eventually and allowed it to happen.

The whole time, Prowl refused to look at Jazz, terrified of what he might see in his true love’s expression. The fear of seeing disgust, fear, anger, hatred was too much for the dark ninja to bear at the moment, so his optics were either off line or staring up at the ceiling.

Lockdown pushed harder and harder suddenly, desperately trying to get deeper and deeper inside the smaller mech beneath him. Tightness engulfed him, hot and sharp to the touch. Overload was imminent. Ignoring the warning signs flashing before his optics, Lockdown ended what he had begun and slammed his hips against the ninja, forcing out a choked cry that echoed through the room and rattling even Jazz.

Lockdown came inside the ninja with a roar, pinning down the ninja’s already cuffed wrists and watching Prowl’s agony like the voyeur he was. A few more quick thrusts ended the ordeal; Lockdown collapsed on top of the ninja, who had passed out after his own overload had ended.

Lockdown needed a few moments to reboot himself, and when he came back online, he turned his head and looked at Jazz with a big, happy grin and panted,

“Heh…you like that, kiddo?”

Jazz said nothing.

“Just what I thought,” Lockdown chuckled, “Whoo…he’s a fun little bastard, now, ain’t he? I’m loving him more and more every day.”

Jazz still said nothing.

“He’s damn fine, Jazz. You’re a lucky bastard. Well, not anymore. But still, you were a lucky bastard. Well, let’s get you back to the brig. I’ll bring you some energon later too.”

Jazz did not protest. He did not argue, attempt to escape or defend himself or Prowl. He allowed the hunter to carry him back to the brig, allowed the bastard to feed him again, and allowed him to take care of Prowl.

It was the worst nightmare he never could have imagined.
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