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Title: Initiation
Pairing: Prowl/Yoketron/Jazz/Oil Slick/Lockdown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, AU, crack!fic, DP, D/s, hand job, moresome, oral, PWP, rimming, slash, sticky
Summary: Training in the dojo hasn’t been going well for Prowl. That’s about to change.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.

Prowl watched from the corner of the training room as Jazz, Oil Slick, and Lockdown sparred together. Three weeks had passed since his defection and capture by several Elite Guard bots, placed under the care of Yoketron, and he still felt out of place amongst the students and master. Jazz was friendly whenever Prowl spoke to him, but the bot avoided him outside of training. Oil Slick and Lockdown were gruff and chose to ignore him. Even Yoketron’s behavior toward him was curt. It was obvious all four mechs were wary of him, and that demeanor didn’t seem to changing any time soon.

When he tried to approach Jazz, Oil Slick, and Lockdown, they immediately darted away, climbing up the nearby hanging ropes on the ceiling, out of his reach, whispering amongst themselves. With optics downcast behind his visor, Prowl ventured out of the training room and headed for his room. Once inside his quarters, Prowl flopped down onto a berth, drifting off into an uneasy recharge. Some time later, he woke to darkness. His visor was gone, and something silky was covering his optics, wrapping snugly around the back of his helm. When he tried to sit up, two different sets of servos pushed him back down. His processor was foggy from recharge, and he could barely think straight.

“Ungh…what?” Prowl whimpered. “Is…this some sort of cruel joke? I don’t---”

He became silent when a different servo cupped his cheek, and another set of fingers brushed over his lips. Prowl relaxed and allowed the four sets of servos to wander over him, exploring every curve of his armor. The presence of the four mechs seemed familiar, and he didn’t feel as if his life was in danger, murmuring happily as the ghost-like touches remained gentle as if waiting for permission to become firmer. A part of him knew he shouldn’t be allowing this, but his body was sluggish, and it had been so long since he had any pleasant, bodily contact. He couldn’t contain a pleasured moan as fingers dipped into his hip seams, massaging his wiring, as other fingers fondled his sensitive pedes, pinching and tickling his heels and wheels.

“Oh! Hmm…please…who…why?” Prowl moaned.

Two sets of lips latched onto his neck, and another pair of lips skimmed over his thigh as one of his wheels was sucked and nibbled. The ninjabot writhed and mewled, bliss overtaking his sensors, body overheating and collecting condensation, causing his armor to shine from the wet droplets.

“Please…please…I’m…close!” Prowl whined.

The dentals nibbling along his neck, thigh and wheel suddenly clamped down, sending his sensors reeling. His pelvic plating retracted, and his stiff cable sprang free, lubricant spurting from the tip as he overloaded.

Panting hard, Prowl whimpered, “W--Who’s there? Please…let me see…”

The blindfold covering him was removed, his azure optics adjusted to the dim light, finding Yoketron, Jazz, Oil Slick, and Lockdown standing over him.

When Prowl tried to speak, Jazz interrupted him. “Initiation. Please, don’t be angry. We all went through the same thing.”

“It’s been a tradition for new members for centuries,” Yoketron stated.

“So…the cold shoulder all of you have been giving me…” Prowl began.

“Was just an act,” Oil Slick finished.

“Pretty hard to stay in character too,” Lockdown sighed. “You looked so…”

“Sad?!” Prowl snapped. “I’ve felt like slag for three weeks! All that for an initiation?!”

Yoketron climbed onto the berth, wrapping his arms around Prowl, snuggling the tense ninjabot. “We are sorry, Prowl. We have a way to make it up to you…if you’ll allow us.”

Prowl huffed in annoyance, but he nodded, shuddering as Lockdown nestled in on his other side. Jazz and Oil Slick sat together at the end of the berth, cradling Prowl’s legs. A soft moan passed Prowl’s lips as Yoketron and Lockdown nibbled his shoulders and neck cables, servos drifting over his abdomen, fingers smearing through lubricant. Massaging Prowl’s wheels, Jazz and Oil Slick nibbled and licked the ninjabot’s thighs, slowly moving toward his groin. An agitated growl emitted from Prowl as the wandering fingers and glossas suddenly averted his cable and port. They were teasing him, and their soft chuckles at his frustration proved it. Despite his vocal protests, they continued to tease him, skimming over the creamy expanse of his abdomen and thighs, avoiding the heated center between his legs. Mercy was finally granted when Yoketron and Lockdown cupped his reawakened arousal, and Jazz and Oil Slick kissed and lapped his port. He trembled and arched his back, hugging Yoketron and Lockdown tighter against him as he drew close to completion, moans growing louder, but all four mechs suddenly stopped.

“Easy, easy,” Jazz cooed, holding down Prowl’s legs.

“We don’t want to wear you out too soon,” Lockdown chuckled, nuzzling Prowl’s neck.

Prowl huffed, “You just enjoy torturing me.”

“We can’t help it,” Yoketron murmured. “You look so beautiful when squirming and whining.”

“If you beg real nice maybe we’ll make it worth your while,” Oil Slick snickered.

Prowl’s lips curled in an evil smirk. “Do you four think you’re the only ones that can act like a tease?”

Lowering his servos, Prowl massaged Yoketron’s and Lockdown’s groins as he used his pedes to rub over Jazz’s and Oil Slick’s groins, causing all four to shudder and moan. When he felt their arousals push free, he immediately stopped, smiling at the grunts of frustration. Taking the hint, all four resumed fondling, kissing, and nibbling his hot frame, moaning as he returned the favor. He threw his helm back and screamed as one of Oil Slick’s long fingers slid into his port, gently thrusting. He let out another scream as Jazz’s finger joined in, clawing at the berth as Yoketron carefully worked a digit in.

“Aahh! Slag!” Prowl screeched, bucking his hips as Lockdown’s finger traced over his stretched opening before shoving inside. “Oh…ooh…hmm! Please! Please! Please…I…ahh…need…”

“Need what, gorgeous?” Lockdown murmured, nibbling Prowl’s chin, thrusting his finger deeper.

“You have to speak up,” Yoketron chided, giving Prowl a wicked wink. “We can’t read your processor.”

“I…I…need…more,” Prowl panted, gritting his dentals as all four fingers stimulated hidden clusters of sensors.

“More of what?” Jazz inquired, leaning over to give Prowl’s bobbing length a slow lick, earning a pleasured gasp from the ninjabot.

“Our glossas or maybe…our plugs?” Oil Slick cooed, rubbing his rigid plug over Prowl’s thigh, leaving a trail of pearly lubricant.

“Yes! Yes! Frag! Yes!” Prowl screamed. “Take me! Take me now!”

Prowl groaned in disappointment as the fingers left him. The other four mechs maneuvered around until Yoketron was on top of Prowl, pulling the younger mech up and into his lap, positioning the ninjabot’s aft over his groin, cable tip prodding the dripping port.

“Still want this?” Yoketron asked. “I want you to be certain Prowl. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“I won’t regret this, sensei,” Prowl replied. “I want you.” He reached around to pull the other three mechs closer to him. “I want all of you.”

Yoketron slowly lowered Prowl onto his cable, and both cried out from the searing connection. Jazz and Lockdown sucked and gently bit Prowl’s fairings as Oil Slick cupped the ninjabot’s aft, helping to guide him up and down Yoketron’s girth.

“Ah…you’re…so…exquisite,” Yoketron groaned, attacking Prowl’s neck with rough bites and kisses.

“Oh…sensei…harder!” Prowl begged.

Indulging Prowl, Yoketron released his hold on the younger mech’s hips, placing his servos on the berth, steadying himself as he lifted his aft to deliver harder, rougher thrusts, grunting as the ninjabot’s tight heat clenched around him. Whimpering in pleasure, Prowl captured Yoketron’s lips in a frantic kiss, glossas emerging in a sensual dance for dominance. He wailed into the kiss as Jazz and Lockdown took turns pumping his neglected plug while Oil Slick’s fingers slipped inside his passage alongside Yoketron’s length, stretching him wider. The building pressure in Prowl’s groin exploded, and he screamed in bliss, clinging to Yoketron as the cyber-ninja master suddenly rammed into him at full speed, wet warmth filling his port. Sighing in content, Yoketron nuzzled and sweetly kissed Prowl until the other three mechs grew impatient and pulled the ninjabot away from him.

“Ah…ahh!!” Prowl shouted as his aft was lifted into the air, port ravished by three sets of glossas.

“Ready for more?” Jazz asked, trailing his lips over Prowl’s creamy aft.

“Or do you need a break?” Oil Slick teased. “You look a little tired.”

Prowl grumbled, “I can handle anything you throw at me.”

“Oohh…he’s eager for more,” Lockdown snickered, reaching around to fondle Prowl’s plug. “He’s getting excited again.”

Prowl gasped as he was flipped backwards, back pressed against Jazz’s chassis, hard cable pressing against his opening. Giving Jazz a quick nod, the cyber-ninja slammed into him, causing him to cry out and gyrate his hips, attempting to draw Jazz deeper. As Jazz continued to pound into him, Oil Slick hovered over him, pushing his legs back. His optics widened as Oil Slick’s cable prodded his aft, and he tensed at the thought of being stuffed by two mechs. Noticing Prowl’s fearful look, Oil Slick began to back away, but the ninjabot caught his servo and pulled him back, giving him a shy smile. Grinning back, Oil Slick inched forward, growling as the tip of his plug pushed in, giving Prowl a few moments to adjust before gradually easing his entire length inside. The extra intrusion was overwhelming for Prowl, sensors blazing from the mixture of pleasure and pain. The burning glide of two cables made him thrash wildly between the two mechs, curses and pleas escaping his lips as they rammed into him.

Lockdown grabbed Prowl’s servo, guiding it to his cable. “Please, darlin’, you’ve gotten me so hot. Help me. Please?”

Curling his fingers, not even able to fully close around the monstrous, throbbing length, Prowl pumped his servo, matching the speed and rhythm of Jazz’s and Oil Slick’s hips. Tilting his helm, Prowl motioned for Yoketron to come closer, but the cyber-ninja master just laughed and shook his helm.

“You wore me out, sweetspark,” Yoketron snickered. “I’ll just lay back and enjoy the show.”

Oil Slick grabbed Prowl’s chin, tilting the ninjabot back into a heated kiss. Jazz also tugged on Prowl, pulling the ninjabot back down, trying to capture his lips. Prowl soon found himself squashed between the two mechs, each attempting to stake claim over his mouth. An agitated growl came from Lockdown as Prowl stopped pumping his length, and he grabbed the shaking servo, guiding it up and down his arousal, lubricant dribbling onto the ninjabot’s fingers.

Prowl tore away from the rough kisses, yelling out, “Oh frag! Oh frag! Oh frag! Ngh! Feels so slagging good!”

Yoketron leaned over, cupping Prowl’s cheek. “Such foul language, Prowl. I’ll have to punish you later.” He slid his servo between Oil Slick and Prowl, cupping the ninjabot’s twitching plug, thumb rubbing in circles over the wet slit. “I’m going to bend you over my desk and spank your cute little aft raw…maybe even allow these three to join in.”

“Hmm…ungh…I wouldn’t mind that…ahh…at all,” Jazz snarled, biting Prowl’s shoulder.

“One of us could…hmm…take you from behind,” Oil Slick growled, “and…ngh…pound the slag out your tight little aft.”

“Then one of us could use that pretty mouth of yours,” Lockdown cooed, lifting his lubricant stained fingers to Prowl’s mouth, trembling as the ninjabot eagerly sucked the digits clean. “Mmm…bet you’d love sucking our cables.”

More lewd comments were whispered into his audio, driving him wild with lust, driving him into a third overload. Jazz and Oil Slick screamed as Prowl’s internals rippled around them, forcing them into a violent climax. Jazz and Oil Slick barely had time to regulate their wheezing intakes before Lockdown was trying to nudge them away from Prowl. They growled in annoyance, reluctant to give up Prowl’s warm body, but they relented when Lockdown delivered several painful jabs to their arms, scooting off to the side alongside Yoketron.

“L--Lockdown…hmm…feels wonderful…” Prowl whimpered as the larger mech swooped down to lap away the excess lubricant spilling from his port. “Please…I want you.”

Lockdown frowned. “Sound a little hesitant, darlin’.”

Prowl couldn’t deny he was nervous. Lockdown was a big mech, bigger than Jazz and Oil Slick combined. It was going to be a tight squeeze for Lockdown, literally.

“Slow…just…slow…for a bit,” Prowl stated, gazing down at the huge girth between Lockdown’s legs.

Draping Prowl’s legs over his arms, Lockdown, gently and slowly as possible, slid his cable into the ninjabot.

“OH FRAG!” Prowl shrieked as he was stretched to the limit, nearly passing out when Lockdown began to thrust. “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!”

A sharp twinge spread over Prowl’s chassis, spark beating hard against its chamber, swollen from arousal. Steam seeped from the seams, and he let out a loud moan of relief as he opened his chestplates, engorged spark emerging. Lockdown licked his lips at the sight of the exposed life mass, guarding over it greedily, slapping away Jazz’s, Oil Slick’s, and Yoketron’s wandering servos. Lowering his helm, Lockdown swallowed as much of Prowl’s spark as he could, sucking and nipping the pulsing mass. Writhing and wailing in bliss, Prowl grabbed the back of Lockdown’s helm, pushing the older mech’s face deeper into his exposed spark chamber, static crackling from his vocalizer as the larger bot began pounding into his aft.

“Like my cable spreading you open, darlin’?” Lockdown snarled, flicking his glossa over Prowl’s spark. “Like my glossa and dentals playing with your spark?”

Prowl shuddered and cupped Lockdown’s face. “Yes! Oh! Don’t stop! I’m getting close!”

When Jazz reached over to touch Prowl’s spark, Lockdown scowled, shoving the cyber-ninja away straight into Oil Slick and Yoketron. The force sent all three mechs tumbling to the floor, yelping on impact. Prowl could have cared less about Lockdown’s sudden possessive behavior. He was nearing another intense overload, and he let out a long, loud wail as Lockdown resumed suckling his spark, vision going white as blinding pleasure ripped through him.

“Oooh,” Prowl groaned, optics flashing back online.

Oil Slick, Yoketron, and Jazz were nestled together on his right side while Lockdown snuggled against his left side, murmuring into his neck, slowly stirring awake.

“How you feeling, gorgeous?” Lockdown asked, kissing Prowl’s shoulder, servo massaging the ninjabot’s aft. “You’ve been out for a few hours.”

“A little sore…but…otherwise…great,” Prowl replied.

“Hmm…I know how to make you feel better,” Lockdown murmured.

Prowl shivered as Lockdown slid down the berth, lapping at his still exposed port. His gasps and moans woke the others, and he found himself being kissed and nuzzled, lips and servos tracing over every inch of his frame. He now looked forward to training alongside his companions, but that thought didn’t linger long in his processor. He currently had an armful of four horny mechs, all of whom seemed intent on spiking him into oblivion, to deal with.

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