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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Hi everyone! I have read your reviews, and yes, this is the same author on FF.net. The reason for why 'PoD' is here and not on FF is because, well, the adult nature of this fic. I don't want to be banned, reported or found by any potential people in my real life, so BBV is my other user name. Please do not share my identity, people will find me on their own. I will delete 'PoD' form FF and it can be found only here. I have also read "Blind and Deaf", but I read it way after I wrote this. Anyways, glad you like this so far, there's more to come, and thanks for reviewing and being supportive! I do my best.

Chapter Seven

“I…” Jazz was hesitant, and why not? Lockdown was demanding that he pleasure his lover in the hunter’s presence. This was disgusting, but he couldn’t say it aloud. Lockdown would kill him and take Prowl himself, and that was the last thing he wanted. His optics met with Prowl’s. There was fear in his red optics, and Jazz’s processor finally registered them.

“W-why do you have red optics?” he stammered with surprise, “Lockdown, what did you do to him?”

“Oh, that?” replied the hunter casually, “I didn’t do that, kiddo. Prowl was brought into this function as a Decepticon. But he’s adopted the ways of the Autobots, if you hadn’t noticed. Beautiful optics, though, aren’t they?” He pushed Jazz to the side as he slipped in between them and kneeled down to get a proper look at Prowl’s optics. He slid his thumb down the black ninja’s cheek, then gave him a surprisingly gentle kiss on his forehead

“Jazz,” he whispered while staring into Prowl’s optics, “isn’t he beautiful? I love touching him; he’s got the most perfect curves, the sleekest limbs, the warmest neck. He’s so perfect in every way. I wonder how it feels to be willingly touched by him…it must feel wonderful.”

“Stop it,” growled Jazz, “I know what you’re trying to do. It ain’t gonna work like that. Get off of him.” Lockdown merely grinned at Jazz and winked.

“Jazz, you’re supposed to be in charge here. Get to it, or I will. I’ve warned you both. Get to work.” Lockdown gave Prowl one more kiss on the cheek, earning a flinch from the ninja, then pushed himself off the berth and moved to another, where he jumped up and sat down to watch the show. Jazz looked at the villain, then sighed. The last thing he wanted was for this sick mech to touch his love, and so, he had to comply with Lockdown’s sick, perverted wishes.

Jazz took a step, moving as slow as molasses as he tried to steady himself for what he was about to do. Prowl lay on the berth, silent, unmoving: a perfect example of remaining calm and still during a horrible situation such as this. His optics did, however, meet with Jazz’s for a brief moment. There was a flicker of fear in his red optics, and Jazz nearly emptied his fuel tanks when the full weight of the situation hit him. But this had to be done to protect himself and Prowl…in the event that Lockdown could be trusted.

Jazz took another step closer to his love, then another. A deep, fake sigh from behind told them Lockdown was getting impatient, and an impatient Lockdown meant certain consequences.

Jazz took another step. He took another. He took a fourth step, and finally stood over Prowl, who finally shuddered as Jazz’s shadow fell across his body. Jazz sucked in a deep intake of air, cycling it through his system before he leaned into Prowl’s face and whispered,

“I’m so sorry, Prowl. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, Jazz,” Prowl whispered back, his usually strong, stoic, firm voice cracking ever so slightly. Jazz kissed Prowl’s lips gently, silently telling his love he would be gentle and do his best to make this enjoyable. Prowl nearly whimpered like a puppy when Jazz broke the kiss, but he remembered they were being watched, and held it in. Lockdown would just love to hear him cry like a little femme, wouldn’t he? Jazz sighed, then looked down at Prowl’s legs spread before him, the way Lockdown wanted it. He off lined his optics, kneeled down and, as Lockdown had put it, ‘got to work’.

“Ah!” Prowl gasped as Jazz’s lips kissed just above his port. His first instinct was to clamp his legs shut, but he bit his lower lip and kept them spread out for Jazz with all this self-control. The white ninja began to lick and kiss Prowl’s port in false need, pretending he was enjoying this as much as Lockdown was.

The bounty hunter watched on, smiling and touching himself as well. He nearly overloaded when Prowl moaned out in what sounded like very real want.

“Keep going,” Lockdown hissed, “Jazz, don’t stop! Make him beg, make him scream for you!” Jazz obeyed and reluctantly ordered,

“P-Prowl, beg for more.”

“J-Jazz…I—“

“BEG!” Prowl cast an angry glare in Lockdown’s direction, but gave in to protect them both.

“J-Jazz…I need it…please, keep going…I need you…more…AH! Jazz, more!”

Jazz granted Prowl’s false wish and leaned back in between his legs, sucking and licking at the hot port. He was starting to get hot himself; it was going to be hard to do this, he could already tell. Prowl’s hips jerked up when Jazz’s glossa ran over his port in a slow, torturous lick, and it nearly sent him over the edge. A small yelp escaped his lips…he was starting to lose control of himself.

“Kiss me, Jazz!” he cried out as passion suddenly flared up inside him. Jazz was only too happy to give in, leaning over the black ninja and pressing his lips roughly against Prowl’s. They both moaned into each other’s mouths, and it drove Lockdown crazy.

“Get inside him,” he gasped at Jazz, “take him right now! Make him scream for you!” Jazz obeyed, but this time without any reluctance at all. He managed to climb on top of Prowl with his arms chained up, and thrust his plug into Prowl’s. They both cried out as a wave of pleasure hit them both. Jazz began to push against Prowl, harder and harder, so hard that they nearly fell off the berth. Lockdown jumped down from his perch and grabbed Prowl’s shoulders, pulling him back just enough that his head had nowhere to go.

“Blow me,” the hunter growled to him, “or I’ll ki—AH! Holy Primus, that’s good!” Prowl’s mouth worked furiously at Lockdown’s plug, doing whatever he could to protect Jazz. The hunter grabbed Jazz’s chin and forced him to kiss him roughly. Jazz tasted wonderful, but he was not as tasty as Prowl was, Lockdown thought. Oh well.

The three continued on in a very close triangle, all working each other into overload. Jazz pushed himself harder against Prowl’s hips, moaning into Lockdown’s hot, unfamiliar mouth. Prowl wanted to empty his fuel tanks as he continued to suck away on Lockdown’s plug, but he kept his optics offline and pretended he was pleasuring Jazz. The room was filled with the moans and occasional whimpers from the ninjas.

Prowl was the first to reach overload. He stopped blowing Lockdown to scream and swear at the top of his vocals. His body trembled beneath Jazz’s, heating up as he reached overload. His body smelled strongly of hot oil before he went off-line right there, and it hit Lockdown’s scent sensors, driving him nearly to the edge. Jazz was next to go, but he was not allowed the luxury of taking his mouth off Lockdown—the hunter held his chin tightly as he continued to kiss the ninja. Jazz screamed into Lockdown’s mouth and thrust harder against Prowl’s body until he too went off-line. Lockdown continued to hold him, smirking into the mech’s mouth as he finished himself off and reached overload.

He moaned and screamed into Jazz’s mouth as he came, then released the unconscious ninja and toppled over, hitting the floor with a crash. The ordeal was over…for now.

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When they came back online, Jazz and Prowl both saw Lockdown lying unconscious on the floor. He was still offline, and that gave them time to think. Jazz slowly got off of Prowl and sat down on the edge of the berth, trying to break out of his chains. He off lined his optics, sucked in a cycle of air and focused on the each chain; he was capable of feeling each individual link against his arms and chest. Prowl watched, then the two began to hum a low, deep hum. They focused harder and harder on the chains, willing them to break for nearly three breems before the chains suddenly dropped off of Jazz. He caught them before they hit the floor, jumped off the berth and stealthily walked over to Lockdown.

“Jazz” Prowl whispered, “What are you doing?” There was a hint of panic in his voice. Jazz chuckled at his love and whispered back,

“Don’t worry, just watch.” He set to work wrapping Lockdown up in his own chains. He was a heavy fragger, but Jazz managed just fine. He made sure Lockdown’s legs were chained tightly that he wouldn’t be able to even begin breaking the chains from them, then made sure his arms were trapped behind his back. If all went well, Lockdown wouldn’t be able to break free and the ninjas could escape easily, then return with Magnus and arrest him. It was the perfect plan.

After Jazz finished chaining Lockdown up, he set to work freeing Prowl. They both once again went into their meditative states. They hummed softly, waiting patiently for the chains to slide off. They were so involved in their trance that they never heard Lockdown waking up on the cold floor. He grumbled something inaudible as he on lined his optics, then became deathly still when he realized he was in chains. He looked up at the berth and saw the ninjas humming.

‘Weirdos,’ he thought as he sat up. The chains around his ankles made it impossible for him to stand up and walk over to them, and the chains around his arms made it impossible for him to reach across and take the chains off his ankles. It was quite the dilemma, as none of this could be done silently. Then again, he could still move his legs as a whole part, and not as individuals. He scooted over quickly yet quietly enough to not be heard, then, using both legs together, kicked Jazz out from under his own feet.

The white ninja swore loudly as his head whacked into the cold metal floor. He could hear some kind of buzzing in the back of his head, and the last thing he saw were Lockdown’s bound feet pounding into his face. Nano kliks later, he was out like a light. Lockdown’s optics moved up to Prowl, who was still chained up. The look of horror on his face as he stared at Jazz’s unconscious body was enough to make Lockdown laugh like a crazy person. Then, just to make Prowl freak out completely, Lockdown proved just how strong he was.

He grunted and growled as he pushed against the chains, and when they snapped and fell off his body into a ring around his feet, Prowl saw just what exactly he and Jazz were up against. He fainted right there on the cold berth for the third time. And Lockdown was just fine with that.
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