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Lingerie	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 3749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
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Title: Unlikely Dominance
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, BDSM, bondage, cross-dressing, D/s, PWP, toys
Summary: (AU) Prowl’s revenge continues.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: To rockinmuffin--I think Lockdown is pervy enough to check out human porn sites to get ideas for interfacing. ;)

When Lockdown woke, he couldn’t believe what he saw. His arms were tied above his helm by heavy, thick chains, strung up by the ceiling. His legs were spread apart, and chains looped around his feet, keeping his legs stationary. He could hardly believe Prowl had managed to string him up, but the kid was obviously full of surprises, and said ninjabot was currently grinning up him with smug satisfaction. Prowl’s visor was removed, revealing his azure optics. A black and spiked collar wrapped around the ninjabot’s neck, ebony leather gloves adorned his hands up to his elbows and matched the panties along with the stockings and garter.

“Love the outfit, darlin’,” Lockdown leered. “Why don’t you untie me so I can play with you?”

Prowl ignored Lockdown’s statement and stepped closer, activating an electric whip he had been carrying, pressing the handle hard over the bounty hunter’s groin as he snarled out, “You will address me as Master, slave. Now, open up.”

“Heh, considering your outfit…wouldn’t Mistress be more appropriate?” Lockdown snickered.

Making a “tsk, tsk” sound, Prowl stepped behind Lockdown and lashed the bounty hunter across the back. The blow stung, but it wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark on the metal. Even in a dominant role, Prowl couldn’t bring himself to leave any marks on his mate.

“Please, kid, it’s going to take more than that to get me to submit,” Lockdown chuckled.

“I look forward to breaking you,” Prowl sneered darkly.

A second blow rained down on Lockdown’s aft, sending out an electric pulse that made his circuitry fizzle with pleasure and forced his pelvic plating to retract, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Lockdown hadn’t expected the upcoming strike over his port, and his body went rigid. The stinging sensation was brutal and exquisite. His plug was hard and leaking within seconds, and he tried to thrust his aft back into a third strike, but the chains kept him in place. Five more blows descended on Lockdown’s raw port before Prowl stopped and soothingly rubbed the opening with his leather clad fingers. Two of Prowl’s fingers slid into Lockdown, and he shivered from the sensation of leather massaging his internal wiring, sending him into climax, lubricant spurting across the floor.

Prowl leaned in closer and snarled, “I don’t recall giving you permission to overload, slave. I think you need a little help with your self-control.”

Lockdown’s optics widened when Prowl revealed a large silver ring. A pained grunt came from the bounty when Prowl slid the ring down his shaft until it rested snugly at the base. He wasn’t going to be overloading for a second time any time soon, and that realization made him squirm uncomfortably.

“C’mon, take that damn thing off!” Lockdown growled.

A rough crack of the whip over his aft made the bounty hunter cringe.

“Brat!” Lockdown spat.

Another smack was delivered, and Lockdown cursed. That only earned him three more whacks across the backside.

“All right! All right!” Lockdown growled. “Please…take that thing off my plug!”

“Hmm…no,” Prowl replied, smirking. “I don’t care much for your tone…but since you did say please…I suppose I could give you a little reward.”

The bounty hunter tensed as the handle of the whip pressed against his port, gently prodding before slipping inside. He let out a strangled cry when the handle brushed over a sensitive bundle of wires and tried to buck as it started pumping inside him. Prowl sank to his knees, teasing Lockdown’s hip spike with his glossa, swirling over the tip before engulfing the spike with his mouth as he used his free servo to fondle the bounty hunter’s twitching plug. The inability to overload was slowly driving Lockdown mad. He didn’t want to beg and stubbornly tried to hold onto his pride. Prowl’s mouth and servo abruptly left his body, although the handle remained in his port. The ninjabot brought the coil of the whip around and wrapped it over Lockdown’s bonding shaft.

Prowl placed a soft kiss on Lockdown’s chassis before stating, “I need to get something. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Lockdown gaped and growled out, “You’re not leaving me here like this! Untie me damn it!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Prowl laughed, “I’m sure you’ll be thoroughly stimulated while I’m gone.”

The ninjabot blew the bounty hunter a kiss and turned to leave the room. The moment Prowl stepped out, the handle and coil of the whip vibrated hard and sent out strong pulses of energy. He screamed and screamed until his vocalizer grew hoarse, and he nearly passed out several times from the intensity of pleasure.

Two hours passed before Prowl finally returned, carrying a jar of heated, sweet wax. The vibrations and energy pulses mercifully stopped. Lockdown was left panting and drenched in lubricant. He glared over at Prowl with a murderous glint in his optics.

“Having fun?” Prowl chuckled, reaching down to remove the whip coil from Lockdown’s plug.

The bounty hunter seethed but remained silent.

“Aw, don’t pout, slave,” Prowl murmured, nipping Lockdown’s jaw. “I have something special for you.”

Lockdown watched as Prowl lowered to the floor, tilting the jar, causing the bounty hunter to yowl when hot wax dripped on the head of his shaft, which quickly turned into a moan when Prowl’s smooth glossa lapped the wax away. The process repeated, one hundred times in total, until all the wax was gone from the jar. Lockdown was left shaking violently and hyperventilating. It would be thirty minutes before his intakes regulated, and he could form a coherent sentence.

Prowl laid back on the floor, lifting his legs into the air and slowly peeling away the panties, exposing his shaft and port. His port was all ready dripping, and he drew his legs back to his chassis, giving Lockdown a better view as he began to stretch himself, moaning and writhing from each push of his fingers.

“C’mon, kid, stop teasing me!” Lockdown yelled.

“You know what I want to hear, slave,” Prowl snickered.

This was a battle of prides that Lockdown knew he wasn’t going to win, and after hours of being denied release he finally snapped.

“Please, Master!” Lockdown snarled.

“Hmm…what do you want?” Prowl asked, adding a third finger into his port.

Lockdown stammered, “I--I want you damn it! Ple--Please, Master! Please!”

Prowl stood up from the floor and grabbed onto Lockdown’s shoulder spikes, hoisting himself up and securing his legs around the bounty hunter’s waist. He gradually lowered down onto Lockdown’s shaft, causing both to tremble and moan. The whip handle, still snug in Lockdown’s port, began to vibrate and send out strong energy pulses that attacked his plug, circuitry, and spark. The added softness and warmth of Prowl’s tight body snapped what remained of Lockdown’s sanity.

“Master, take the ring off!” Lockdown shouted, optics wide and pleading. “I’m going to overheat! Take it off! Take it off now! Primus, please! Please! Slag it! Please! Master! Please! Master! Please! Master!”

“Do you promise that when this is over you won’t retaliate against me, slave?” Prowl growled.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lockdown chanted.

“Swear it, slave!” Prowl snapped, reaching over to give Lockdown’s aft a harsh smack. “Swear it or I’ll leave you hanging here all night with a hard plug!”

“Ah! I swear to Primus! I swear!” Lockdown yelled. “Please! Please! It hurts so slaggin’ much! Master!”

Finally showing mercy, Prowl reached down and loosened the ring. He slammed his lips over Lockdown’s mouth in a frenzied kiss, glossas dueling wildly. Lockdown felt like his entire frame was exploding in bliss. Every inch of his scalding body tingled with pleasure, and he roared out his release, going limp in the chains as he blacked out from sensory overload.

When Lockdown woke, he was relieved to find that he was resting on a berth and unbound. There was a dull ache in all his joints, soothed by numerous heating pads Prowl had placed all over him. The ninjabot was sleeping next him and stirred awake when Lockdown shifted.

The bounty hunter drew Prowl closer and nibbled his neck. “Hmm…that was…fun, kid. Never thought you’d break me down like that.”

“You’re not angry?” Prowl asked, shivering as the dentals against his neck nipped harder.

“Not at all,” Lockdown chuckled. “I’d like to do it again…just not anytime soon. You were hot in that outfit. You should wear leather and spikes more often. I could make you something…more permanent.”

“Absolutely not Lockdown,” Prowl snarled. “If you install anything else on me without permission, I’ll show you what a real punishment is like.”

Lockdown delivered a hard smack to Prowl’s aft, eliciting a sharp yelp from the ninjabot. “That threat makes me want to disobey you even more.”

TBC
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