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Title: Chained Ninjabot
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Prowl/Lockdown/Jazz/Oil Slick/Yoketron/???
Warnings: anal, AU, bondage, crack! Fic, cum swapping, D/s, facial, frot, handjob, major penetration, moresome, oral, PWP, rimming, size difference, squick, slash, sticky
Summary: (Sequel to this http://geminigirl83.deviantart.com/art/TFA-Fic-Initiation-146979630.) Prowl gets chained and ‘faced senseless. There’s no plot here.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Written for SICProwl. Fic is based slightly off this pic drawn for me. http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/673293/. You need a Y! gallery account to view it.

Prowl groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, wincing when light hit his optics. He couldn’t move his wrists, and his processor was foggy. He remembered being invited by Lockdown to have a few drinks of high grade energon with Yoketron, Jazz, and Oil Slick. After a hard day of training, Prowl was left exhausted, but the temptation of high grade was too much to pass up. High grade was a rare treat, and after one cube his processor and body felt light. The other four mechs chatted and joked beside him, voices slowly becoming slurred and then unintelligible. The last image he could recall before darkness claimed his vision was Yoketron, Lockdown, Jazz, and Oil Slick leering down at him.

“F--Fraggers…drugged me!” Prowl yelled, thrashing around.

Rage and humiliation raced through his processor. He couldn’t believe that he had fallen into their trap. He should have known better then to let his guard down around such deviant bots.

“Don’t struggle. You won’t escape. Besides…you’re in no danger.”

Prowl’s vision focused, and he found Lockdown sitting beside him. Jazz, Oil Slick, and Yoketron were also sitting around him. Scarlet curtains dropped down from the ceiling, ends pooling along the floor. He was laying on a berth covered in red silk blankets, pillow cushioning his helm, wrists bound above his helm by strong chain cuffs. Heat pooled around his cheeks when he saw that his pelvic armor was retracted, spike and port exposed, making him feel extremely vulnerable.

“I strongly disagree with that statement!” Prowl snarled, glaring at all four mechs. “Why am I tied up…and why are my private areas exposed?! Do you enjoy humiliating me?!”

“Aw…don’t think that way, baby,” Jazz murmured, reaching over to caress Prowl’s cheek. “We just love seeing you all tied up and helpless. You’re gorgeous, baby, even more so when you’re ‘naked’.”

“Perverts…all of you!” Prowl spat. “Untie me!”

“I don’t think so,” Oil Slick cooed, long, sharp fingers toying with the heel of Prowl’s pede, causing the ninjabot to whimper. “We enjoy having you at our mercy…and you seem to enjoy it as well.”

Prowl gnawed at his bottom lip as his spike became hard, mentally cursing the sensitivity of his pedes. He let out a pleasured whine when Oil Slick’s glossa joined the exploring fingers, gliding over his wheel, flicking over the rims.

“D--Don’t…torture me…ngh…slag it!” Prowl gasped. He arched his back when Oil Slick’s dentals nibbled his wheel. “Ah! Please! No! Sensitive! Ngh!” He screamed in bliss when Oil Slick’s digits slipped past the rim, grazing over hidden sensor clusters in his pede. “I…ungh…can’t stand it! Too sensitive! Please! T--Torturing me! Stop t--torturing me!”

“We aren’t going to torture you,” Yoketron stated, giving the back of Oil Slick’s helm a firm smack, making the younger mech growl and pull away from Prowl’s wheel. “You’ll feel nothing but pleasure…and if you don’t like something…we will stop.” He gave Oil Slick, Jazz, and Lockdown a stern look, making the three mechs bow their helms, and he tenderly rubbed Prowl’s chassis as he returned his attention back to the ninjabot. “We just wanted…to spice up our interfacing…try something new.”

“And whose bright idea was that?” Prowl grumbled.

Lockdown gave Prowl a wide grin and shrugged his shoulders.

“Should have guessed you were the one behind this,” Prowl mumbled, hissing and bucking when Lockdown’s servo closed around his spike, slowly pumping.

“Hey now…I had some help,” Lockdown pouted, leaning over to kiss Prowl’s abdomen, causing the ninjabot to whimper. “…Do you…still want to be untied?” He gave Prowl a pleading look. “C’mon…darlin’…have a little trust in us.”

Prowl scoffed, “Trust you?! All of you?! Are you joking?! After everything you four have put me through…grr….fine…but this stops whenever I want!”

His temper cooled when Jazz’s mouth wrapped around his spike, glossa lashing the sensitive tip of his arousal. He shuddered when Yoketron and Oil Slick each slipped a finger into his damp port, both tracing the stretched lining with their glossas as their digits pumped inside him. Lockdown leaned over the berth, spike jutting toward his face, servo cupping the back of his helm and tilting up. Parting his plump lips, he took the head of Lockdown’s spike into his mouth, sucking and whining around the twitching girth as the blissful sensations around his groin and aft intensified. The vibrations from his vocalizer made Lockdown shout and pull back, lubricant spurting into his open mouth and along his chin.

“Primus…darlin’,” Lockdown wheezed, sinking to his knees, fingers playing with Prowl’s fairings.

Prowl writhed on the berth as two more fingers worked into his opening, optics widening when two glossas shoved inside along the digits, overloading into Jazz’s mouth. The cyber-ninja moaned as his mouth was flooded, swallowing some of the sweet lubricant as he leaned over to kiss Prowl, using his glossa to push the rest of the lubricant into the ninjabot’s mouth. Prowl growled into the sloppy kiss, sliding his glossa alongside Jazz’s glossa, savoring the tang of his own fluids as Jazz savored the remnants of Lockdown’s fluids. Pulling away, Jazz stood up, snarling in pleasure when Prowl swallowed his length, thrusting into the ninjabot’s willing mouth. After a few thrusts, Jazz climaxed, shouting out a curse as he jerked back, lubricant splattering along Prowl’s cheeks.

“Oooh, baby, you’ve got a hot mouth,” Jazz cooed, sinking to his knees opposite of Lockdown, joining the older mech in playing with Prowl’s fairings.

The fingers and glossas pumping into Prowl’s port made him scream and thrash, pitch going higher when Lockdown and Jazz playfully nipped his fairings, overloading again, passage rippling around the invading digits and glossas. After licking his port clean of lubricant, Yoketron and Oil Slick climbed onto the berth, each kneeling beside his helm. Jazz and Lockdown cupped the back of his helm, lifting and supporting him, easing the strain in his neck cables as he alternated sucking his sensei’s and fellow student’s hard spikes. Overexcited from pent up desire, the mewling noises from his vocalizer, and the sight of his lubricant stained cheeks and lips, neither Yoketron or Oil Slick could hold off their rapidly approaching peak. Both Yoketron and Oil Slick yelled out in pleasure as they climaxed, more lubricant spattering over his cheeks.

“You four have a nasty fetish,” Prowl grumbled, licking away the fluid smeared over his lips.

Jazz laughed, “You love being covered in our lubricant. Don’t deny it, baby.”

Prowl huffed but made no argument.

“And that makes you nasty too, darlin’,” Lockdown snickered.

“Our nasty…kinky…gorgeous ninjabot,” Oil Slick chuckled.

“I…hope you’re not getting offended by this,” Yoketron panted, kissing Prowl’s chassis.

“I…don’t mind…dirty talk…once in a while,” Prowl admitted, squirming as the other four mechs began to lick and nuzzle his face.

Each bot took a turn licking him clean, kissing him in between swipes of their glossas. A sudden knock at the door made them all jump and groan in frustration.

“I’ll tend to it,” Yoketron sighed, armor sliding back over his groin. “Lockdown…Jazz…Oil Slick…I expect you three to behave yourselves while I’m gone.”

Sliding from the berth, Yoketron brushed aside the curtains and disappeared. The lecherous grins and narrowing optics of the remaining mechs made Prowl tremble and squeak in fear. Lockdown suddenly grabbed his leg while Jazz took the other, bending his legs back to his chassis, lifting his aft into the air. Stepping down from the berth, Oil Slick grabbed a cube of energon from a nearby table.

“W--What are you doing?” Prowl whimpered, trembling harder as Oil Slick stood before his exposed aft.

Oil Slick smirked and twirled the cube in his servo. “High grade is delicious, but I bet it’d be a real treat if it were mixed with you.” Using two fingers, he spread Prowl’s port open. “I can’t wait to taste it.”

“W--Wait I don’t know about---ahhh! Frag!” Prowl wailed, frame going rigid as the cube tipped and energon spilled into his port. “Frag! Frag!! Frag!!!”

The cold liquid flooding his passage made his internal wiring tingle, and the filling sensation made his spike hard. He screamed and thrashed in Lockdown’s and Jazz’s hold as Oil Slick’s glossa dove into his port, lapping and sucking away the high grade. After a few minutes, the energon was gone, and Oil Slick pulled back, grinning wide as he licked his lips.

“Hmm…just as I thought…exquisite,” Oil Slick purred.

Prowl’s visor widened when Oil Slick held up two more cubes. “N--No…no way!”

“Now that’s not fair,” Oil Slick chided. “I’m sure Jazz and Lockdown are just dying for a turn.” He massaged Prowl’s aft. “It felt good having your port filled…right?” His grinned in smug satisfaction when Prowl nodded. “Just two more times…and we’ll reward you. Deal?”

“A--All right,” Prowl agreed.

Handing the cube over to Jazz, Oil Slick grabbed Prowl’s leg as the cyber-ninja circled the berth. After giving Prowl’s aft a hard smack, Jazz slid two fingers into the ninjabot’s port and then poured the contents of the cube over. Prowl shrieked as cold fluid entered him again, soon joined by Jazz’s probing glossa. Once satisfied, Jazz pulled away and took Lockdown’s place as the larger mech poured the contents of the last cube into him.

“Ahh…Primus!” Prowl sobbed, helm lolling side to side as Lockdown’s long, thick glossa pierced him.

His body was buzzing with energy, and he whined in frustration when Lockdown’s wriggling glossa pulled away much too soon. He desperately needed another overload to release the throbbing pressure building within him.

“Please! Please! Help me!” Prowl cried, trying to tear free of the cuffs.

“Feelin’ empty, baby?” Jazz murmured. “Need to be filled back up?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Prowl screamed, visor flashing a bright azure as Jazz’s spike slid into his aft. “More! More! Primus! Please!”

“Needy little beauty,” Oil Slick laughed, rolling Prowl onto his side. “So pretty…whatever you want…we’ll give it to you.”

Prowl’s mouth opened in a silent cry as Oil Slick’s spike pushed inside along Jazz’s girth, spreading him wider apart. His optics squeezed shut as two sets of lips and dentals attacked his neck, hips gently rocking into his aft, spikes plunging deeper. Their servos wandered his frame, stroking his fairings, prodding seams and the wires hidden beneath, and taking turns squeezing his aft.

“I don’t appreciate being left out,” Lockdown growled.

Prowl tilted his helm, shivering when he found Lockdown hovering over him. “L--Lockdown?”

“Can I join in, darlin’?” Lockdown asked. “I want your cute little aft too.”

Biting his bottom lip, Prowl gave Lockdown a shaky nod. The thought of three spikes entering him was frightening but intriguing as well. It took a lot of maneuvering, and rearranging legs, before Lockdown could find a suitable position to join in, cautiously pushing his hips forward, spike pushing between Jazz’s and Oil Slick’s arousals. A pained cry followed, and he clenched his fists as his port stretched to accommodate the massive intrusion. Lockdown, Jazz, and Oil Slick remained still as they nuzzled and kissed him, servos rubbing his aching spike, fingers teasing the damp head.

“All right, baby?” Jazz asked, nibbling Prowl’s shoulder. “If it’s too much…”

“No…no…feeling better,” Prowl moaned. “Primus…I can…feel…all three of you.”

Eventually, Jazz, Oil Slick, and Lockdown found a working rhythm, keeping their pace slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt their beautiful ninjabot. Scream after scream emitted from Prowl’s vocalizer as he was thrust into by three spikes, screams soon muffled by the three mechs descending on his mouth, three sets of glossas plundering his mouth. His overload was hard, violently thrashing around as excess energy crackled around his heated frame, static shooting straight into Jazz, Oil Slick, and Jazz. Three separate, pleasured screams echoed his orgasmic bliss, port dribbling copious amounts of lubricant as the three spikes withdrew from him.

“Enjoying yourselves in my absence, hmm?”

The four mechs turned their helms. Yoketron was staring at them with arms folded and an optic ridge raised up.

“How long have you been there?” Oil Slick inquired.

“Long enough to…appreciate the show,” Yoketron replied, stepping closer, motioning to Jazz, Oil Slick, and Lockdown. “You three…off the berth…now.”

Grumbling, the three mechs did as ordered and stumbled from the berth, knee joints wobbly from the aftereffects of overload, all three collapsing to the floor, backs propped against the berth. Getting onto the berth, Yoketron rolled Prowl back over, lowering onto the panting ninjabot, brushing their lips together.

“Were you hurt?” Yoketron asked, giving Prowl a soft kiss.

“No…good…so good,” Prowl mewled, smiling sweetly at the older mech.

“Think we busted his processor,” Jazz snickered, grunting when Yoketron reached over and smacked him upside the helm. “Aw…don’t be a grouch, sensei.”

“I gave you three an order to behave while I was gone,” Yoketron growled. “Since you chose to disobey that order, all three of you will have four weeks of cleaning duty.”

“Worth it,” Lockdown laughed.

“Five weeks!” Yoketron snarled.

“Still worth it,” Oil Slick chuckled.

“Six weeks!” Yoketron spat.

“Lockdown, Oil Slick, shut your traps before we get a year’s worth of chores!” Jazz snapped.

Grinning back at Prowl, Yoketron buried his face into the ninjabot’s neck, glossa darting out to trace over the younger mech’s neck cables. Prowl moaned and locked his legs over Yoketron’s waist, capturing his sensei’s lips in a passionate kiss as he felt the older mech’s pelvic armor retract, spike rubbing over his belly.

“You too sensei,” Prowl murmured. “Need you too…please?”

Yoketron looked uncertain, but he gave in to Prowl’s pleas, hissing through clenched dentals as his spike sank into the ninjabot’s searing, tight, wet port. Hooking Prowl’s legs over his shoulders, Yoketron slammed his hips against the ninjabot’s aft, stopping to gauge the younger mech’s reaction. Prowl cried out and begged for more. Yoketron didn’t disappoint, ramming hard and fast as Prowl’s hips swayed to meet his thrusts. A frustrated whine came from Prowl when he felt Yoketron’s girth twitch within him. It was going to be over too soon, and his body was demanding another overload, spike and port throbbing as he felt Yoketron release. He whimpered pitifully as Yoketron eased out, but he was distracted when he noticed a large shadow behind one of the curtains.

“What…who is that?” Prowl muttered, visor narrowing.

“Someone else desires to be with you,” Yoketron answered. “I had a…chat with him while you were busy with those three troublemakers. Do you want him to stay or leave?”

Prowl’s curiosity got the better of him. “…Stay.” The curtain was shoved aside, and his visor widened as Warpath stepped through, panic setting in, thrashing against his binds. “Y--You?! You wanted to turn me into scrap when we first met! You hate me!”

Warpath shook his helm, mumbling, “Never hated you…just…aggravated me…shouldn’t have been so quick to judge...”

Warpath stepped closer. The long gun protruding from his chassis retracted along with his battle mask, revealing a well sculpted face and a kind smile. Prowl wondered why such a handsome face was kept hidden, but now wasn’t the time to ask. He was still hard and wet and in dire need of an overload. The mental image of Warpath spiking him made the energy emanating from his frame crackle with excitement.

“Well…here’s a chance to prove that your attitude has changed,” Prowl murmured, spreading his legs in invitation.

Lockdown, Jazz, and Oil Slick stood up, bodies tense and servos clenched, glaring at Warpath, making him stop. They weren’t thrilled having to share their lovely ninjabot with a fifth mech, but they immediately backed off when Yoketron gave them a dangerous warning glance. Warpath continued forward, gently grasping Prowl’s hips and pulling until the ninjabot’s aft was close to the edge of the berth. He was too large to climb on, and he doubted the berth could handle his weight. The last thing he wanted was for it break mid-interface and then topple on top of Prowl. He didn’t want to crush the little beauty.

“Going to be hard for me stop…but I will…if you don’t like it,” Warpath muttered, pelvic armor sliding back. “I’m not sure…we’re even compatible…maybe we shouldn’t…do this…”

Prowl could understand Warpath’s worries. The mech’s spike was enormous, long and thick, and could easily damage his port, but he knew the older mech wouldn’t hurt him, not when there were four overprotective mechs present. One wrong move and Warpath would be slagged.

“No way of knowing for sure…unless we try,” Prowl stated, using his legs to tug on Warpath’s hips, urging the mech closer. “…Kiss me?”

“Yeah…yeah…wanted to kiss you for so long now,” Warpath moaned, resting his elbows on the berth, balancing his weight as he brought his lips to Prowl’s mouth.

Opening his mouth, Prowl allowed Warpath’s glossa to enter, glossas flicking over one another in a slow, sensual dance as the larger mech’s spike glided over his spike. The teasing friction made both mechs gasp and hungrily kiss one another.

“I--Inside now…before I overload,” Prowl begged. “I…ngh…want to overload with you…inside me…ah!”

The death glares Warpath received from Lockdown, Jazz, and Oil Slick made him nervous, and he prayed nothing went wrong. The three mechs may have been smaller than him, but he had sparred with them, and he knew how strong and deadly they were, especially when angered. Gently, he guided the tip of his spike to Prowl’s drenched port, shuddering in fear and anticipation as he pushed. The head slipped in, and both Prowl and Warpath screamed in shock and pleasure. The intensity of being filled by such a massive spike almost made Prowl faint, and Warpath nearly fainted as well from being engulfed by wet, clenching heat. He wanted to push further, but he resisted that urge, even when Prowl’s legs squeezed his hips, trying to draw him deeper. He wasn’t going to risk tearing Prowl’s passage. It was a miracle he had gotten this far without damaging the much smaller mech.

“Frag…frag…ahh…aha…not going to last!” Prowl wailed, fingers digging into the pillow beneath his helm as Warpath rocked into him.

“Can’t…ahh…last either!” Warpath shouted. “Been…ngh…so long…so long! Ungh!”

The walls of the room rang with the echoes of Prowl’s and Warpath’s pleasured screams. Steam rose from Prowl’s body as he tensed and overloaded, condensation and lubricant staining the red sheets as he went limp beneath Warpath. The tightening of Prowl’s passage caused Warpath to let out a feral snarl as he rocked his hips one last time before his azure optics flashed white in the heat of climax, spasms claiming his frame as he stumbled back and fell to the floor.

“Did he…just pass out?” Oil Slick asked, kneeling down to poke at Warpath’s pede.

“Seems that way,” Jazz snickered.

“Couldn’t handle you, darlin’,” Lockdown cooed, wiping away the condensation on Prowl’s brow. “Feeling all right?”

“…My wrists…hurt…and I can’t move,” Prowl answered, visor dim. “…So…tired…”

Yoketron removed the cuffs from Prowl’s wrists and lifted the ninjabot into his arms. “You can rest someplace more comfortable after getting washed up.” He glanced over Jazz, Lockdown, and Oil Slick. “You three can begin your cleaning duties…starting with this room.”

The three mechs gaped at Yoketron, each other, and finally Warpath, still passed out on the floor. Yoketron left the room with a smirk on his face as his three students fought over who was going to get stuck cleaning the lubricant stained floor. His facial features softened when Prowl snuggled into him. After a hot bath with Prowl, he would take the ninjabot back to his room, and enjoy a peaceful recharge with the younger mech in his arms. Lockdown, Jazz, and Oil Slick would still be busy cleaning, and Warpath would still be on the floor, snoring loudly.

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