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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
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Chapter Five
When Lockdown woke up, the first thing he said was,
“What the frag is wrong with my optic?” Prowl, who had remained as still and silent as he could to avoid waking his captor up, didn’t respond. Lockdown grumbled something inaudible before pushing himself hack to his feet and placing a hand over his optic.
“Oh, right,” he growled as some of the putty-like energon came off on his palm, “that’s right. You smacked your head into my face. Dumb kid. Ugh…my head is killin’ me…what’d we do? Drink ourselves in a stupor?” He was genuinely confused about it. He had entirely forgotten what he’d done to the quiet little ninja. Prowl made no sound, but he did peer over at the bounty hunter, slightly interested in Lockdown’s sudden memory loss.
‘Kid, what’d we do? Why are you chai—Oh, I see.” He laughed, his voice echoing off the walls, “Now I remember. So kid, was it good for you? I had fun. Don’t really remember it, but I’m sure it was fan-fraggin-tastic. You up for round two?”
“NO!” Prowl cried a little too quickly, “Please, no. Not again. Not yet, Lockdown. I feel sick.” The bounty hunter leaned in closer to his prey, close enough to bite Prowl’s lips and replied,
“I suppose I could give you some time off. I’ll take care of you, I promise, princess. Now, then, that brings me to our next little dilemma. I want to know why no one has attempted to rescue you yet. I honestly expected to wake up in Ultra Magnus’ brig. Doesn’t anyone in the Autobot regime like you?”
“Shut up,” Prowl spat at him, trying once again to struggle free. Lockdown sighed, leaned back and smacked his forehead in frustration.
“For the last time, kid, you can’t break outta those. They’re a hybrid I developed recently—half-organic, half-mechanical. Nano bots, actually. They react to movement and tighten, that’s what they’re programmed to do. You struggle, they get tighter. They might squeeze your servos off if you keep tryin’ to break free. Just quit it already. Jeez.” He eyed Prowl again and let his optics roam over the ninja’s small, vulnerable body with a hungry growl.
“So you say you feel sick. How so?”
“Like I was raped by an ancient, ugly, disgusting, senile old mech.”
WHAM.
The nasty little comment earned Prowl a hard, stinging smack across the face. He swore loudly and kicked his legs blindly, but Lockdown caught them and slammed them back down onto the berth with a crash. It sounded like he’d broken Prowl’s legs, but the ninja never screamed in pain.
“Never, ever, EVER call me that again, brat,” he hissed, leaning closer to Prowl’s vulnerable face, “I will not hesitate to break every joint in your body, Prowl. I don’t take shit from little brats like you. You got that? ANSWER ME.” Lockdown smacked Prowl again, but received no answer. He hit him again and again and again until he had tired himself out.
“I’m goin’ to get some energon. You stay here, and don’t move. I’ll know if you do. Damn brat.” He walked off to his storeroom grumbling and swearing, turning his head every few seconds to make sure his toy wasn’t moving.
Prowl lay on the cold berth, simply stretching his sore body. The jingle of the chains clamped around his wrists reminded him of just how helpless he was right now. Lockdown could come back at any moment, all charged up with energon and get right back to pounding his plug into Prowl’s port like the horny, companionship-deprived pervert he was. Never had the ninja wanted to see Jazz and be held in his loving arms.
Loving…. Lockdown was far from loving. He was despicable, rough and abusive…he could never earn love if he wanted to. He was too old and too hardened from thousands of years of bounty hunting—he showed mercy to no one, not even the ones he wanted to be close to. Control and his strong hands were the only ways Lockdown could get love. It was a horrible way to live, yet it was the only thing he knew.
Prowl choked back a sob that threatened to escape his throat. He wanted Jazz, and he wanted him right now. It felt childish to feel that way, yet it was so true—Prowl wanted to be coddled and kissed and whispered to, to feel Jazz’s strong, protective arms around him, shielding him form this monster of a Cybertronian. Why hadn’t he been rescued yet?”
“You want anything to drink?” Lockdown called down the hall, completely serious, “I got some coolant, or some oil. I’ll probably just drink a bunch’a oil.” His voice echoed in the old brig. Prowl refused to answer—he knew that opening his mouth would set free the sobs he was trying so desperately to squash back.
Lockdown returned with a can of oil and a bottle of coolant. He set the coolant beside Prowl’s leg, and set to guzzling down the oil. A tiny bit didn’t make it into his mouth, and instead trickled down his jaw. Prowll looked away, hoping to not get sick in Lockdown’s presence, but it was as though the bounty hunter had planned this. He leaned in and whispered,
“Lick it off.”
“N—no.” Prowl whispered back bravely. Lockdown sighed and grabbed Prowl’s thigh, lifting it up slightly.
“See this?” he began, “Do you know what I could do to this? I could squeeze it until it just refused to work, or I could snap it in two. Or three. Or even four. Perhaps I could bite it some more, bleed you dry. What do you say? I could do any of these, and I will if you don’t start to obey me.”
“Lockdown, I h—“
SMACK.
“What did I tell you?” Lockdown snarled as he shoved his hook against Prowl’s throat while slightly twisting his leg, “did I not order you to call me Master? I let you get away with not calling me that last night, but not anymore. I am no longer Lockdown to you, I am your Master. Got that?”
“I…I…” The ninja was just seconds away from bursting into tears at the sight of Lockdown’s horrific, furious face nearly pressed against his.
“WELL?” Prowl felt defeated and scared. He never allowed anyone to intimidate him so, and yet here he was, cowering and ready to cry like a sparkling. Lockdown stared at him without letting up, squeezing and twisting his leg like a child would do to a toy soldier, until finally Prowl whimpered,
“Y-yes, Master.”
“Good boy,” replied Lockdown, placing a hand on Prowl’s head gently, “Now do as I command. Lick it off.” He leaned in close enough to kiss, but stoppe d just enough so that Prowl would have to lean his own head in and perform the act. It made him feel queasy and weak to think about it, so he off-lined his optics, told himself he was kissing Jazz, and licked the drip of oil off Lockdown’s jaw. The biunty hunter shuddered with pleasure and pressed his chassis against Prowls’.
“That was nice,” he purred, “I think we’ll have to do that more often now. You’ve got me all excited again, princess. Let’s play.”
“NO! L—Master, please, not yet! I can’t—just, please, don’t do this again!”
“Prowl, I can do whatever the frag I want with you. And I will. Now shut up, spread your legs and—huh?”
Something pounded on the outside of his ship, something that sounded like feet. Somewhere down the hall, they heard the swish of a door and the alarm went off. The bounty hunter looked down at his prey with a confused expression, then smiled.
“Oh my,” he chuckled, “seems we have a guest, my dear. I’ll go see who it is. You just stay right here. Don’t move, don’t talk, do nothing. You got that?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Because if you do, I’ll give you the worst beating of your life.” He flashed Prowl the nastiest, meanest face he’d ever made, baring his aged, worn teeth threateningly and causing the ninja to flinch ever so slightly, then relaxed it and added airily, “I’ll be right back, princess!”
And like that, he was gone. Prowl listened to him stomp out of the ancient brig, down the hall and enter to wherever the intruder had entered from. There was silence, then voices…an argument….
CRASH.
CLANG.
BOOM.
A fight broke out! Someone must have come to rescue Prowl! He wanted so desperately to break free and join in, but those damn chains refused to set him free. He could only send out waves of hope to his would-be savior, and was not too surprised when he received a very, very, very faint wave in return. He smiled.
Jazz was here.
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