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Autobots in Jail	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Autobots in Jail
Pairing: Jetfire/Jazz/Jetstorm; Swindle/Jetfire
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, DP, dubious consent, facial, incest, oral, PWP, rimming, spank, threesome
Summary: (1/1; AU--This is what should have happened during Decepticon Air episode.) Swindle never passes up an opportunity to make some easy credits…
A/N: Written for cheriestar. Came up with the prompt of Swindle videotaping some bots interfacing to earn some credits.

Swindle smirked as he gazed over three Autobots, Jazz, Jetfire, and Jetstorm struggling with their stasis cuffs, trapped in a small cell. In an adjacent cell, Sentinel was all cuffed and gagged, ramming against the cell door. Swindle had been left alone to guard over the Autobots as the Decepticons chased after Optimus. This proved to be a great opportunity for Swindle.

"All right Autobots…let’s have a little fun," Swindle chuckled, stepping closer to the three bot’s cell.

He rummaged through the compartment in his abdomen and pulled out a small purple vial, hacked into the control panel, opened a small portion of the cell door, and quickly tossed in the vial. The vial broke on the floor, sending out a purple mist that made Jazz, Jetfire, and Jetstorm cough violently. Swindle frowned when Sentinel let out a muffled snarl in the adjacent cell, slamming himself forcefully against the wall.

"Hmm, can’t have you continuing that annoying racket," Swindle growled, hacking into the cell door. "Lucky for you, I have no desire to include you in what I have planned. I think most bots would pay not to see your ugly mug."

Swindle tossed in another vial, smirking as Sentinel thrashed from the smoke swirling around him. The Prime passed out and collapsed on the cell floor. The arm’s dealer gazed back over at the three bots, grinning wide when he saw that the mist had taken affect. All three mechs were flushed in the face and panting hard.

"Ugh…what’s…happenin’," Jazz groaned, gritting his dentals as his pelvic plating grew tighter.

"I…I…am...feeling weird," Jetfire moaned.

"Overheating…I..am overheating!" Jetstorm cried.

Swindle laughed and tapped on the glass of the cell door, gaining the three bot’s attention. "That product I just tossed in is going to make you three…more compliant to any demands I give you…as well as make you horny as Pit."

"W--Why?!" Jetfire snapped.

"Because there’s a great amount of credits in store for me…if I can procure a hot video feed of members of the Autobot Elite Guard…interfacing," Swindle chuckled. "You’d be surprised at how much some bots or other life forms are willing pay…"

"You’re sick, man!" Jazz shouted.

"Hmm, maybe so," Swindle laughed, rummaging again through his abdomen compartment, pulling out three camera orbs. He pressed a button on all three, and the orbs flew up into the air, lens popping out of each. "Let’s stop wasting time with idle chitchat and get the show on the road." He locked in on the pass codes to the stassis cuffs binding the Autobots, and all three gasped as the binds fell away. "Now, why don’t you three start by…kissing each other…and enjoying it."

All three Autobots tensed for a moment and then visibly relaxed, each with a sultry grin plastered on their face. Jetstorm and Jetfire tackled Jazz, raining kisses over the cyber-ninja’s flushed cheeks, causing the older mech moan and grab hold of the two mechs’ hips, drawing them in closer to his overheating body. All three hungrily kissed, glossas sliding over one another as their servos fondled every inch of metal they could reach, fingers delving into seams and scraping over sensitive wires. The three mechs were so lost in passion they failed to notice that their cell door had opened, and the floating cameras had flown in closer, capturing their every move.

"That’s good," Swindle praised, licking his lips. "Now…why don’t the three of you retract your pelvic plating…and pleasure each other how you see fit."

The three mechs complied, shuddering as their erect plugs rose free. Jetfire and Jetstorm snaked their servos down to Jazz’s plug, fingers teasing the leaking slit, causing the cyber-ninja to arch off the floor and groan. Snarling in lust, Jazz reached around for the twins’ afts, plunging his fingers inside their slick, tight ports, pumping hard and fast, eliciting sharp cries of bliss from both mechs.

"Very nice," Swindle murmured, servo lowering to rub over his heated groin. "Talk dirty to each other."

"Oh! Oh, Mr. Jazz!" Jetstorm moaned, pumping his servo over the cyber-ninja’s shaft. "Th--That feels so good!"

"Hmm…ahh…we want you, Mr. Jazz," Jetfire cooed, dipping his fingers lower to tease the older mech’s wet port in slow, rubbing motions. "Do you want us too? Do you want us to take turns shoving into your aft over and over?"

"Want us to use and spank that sexy aft of yours?" Jetstorm groaned, releasing his hold on the cyber-ninja’s plug, ramming his fingers in alongside Jetfire’s digits. "Maybe my brother and I should just take you at the same time…stretch your aft nice and wide. Would you like that, Mr. Jazz?"

"Ah! Yeah, oh yeah!" Jazz growled, gritting his dentals.

Swindle gripped the edge of the cell door tightly, panting hard from his growing arousal due to the erotic display before him, servo pumping his now exposed plug. "Take him! Take him now, damn it!"

The twins reluctantly removed their fingers from the Jazz’s aft, and they quickly rolled him onto his side. Jetstorm nestled in behind Jazz, guiding the tip of his plug to the cyber-ninja’s port, trembling as he remained still and waited for his brother to join him. Jazz squirmed and whimpered as Jetfire grasped his leg, pushing until it was pressed against his chassis, making Swindle marvel at how flexible the cyber-ninja was. Jetfire aligned himself with Jazz’s port, shaking as his plug brushed over Jetstorm’s shaft. The twins then gently pressed forward, breaching the tight opening, sliding in to the hilt together. Jazz thrashed and screamed from the abrupt, burning glide of two plugs.

"Ngh…ah! Primus, oh Primus!" Jazz wailed, servos clenching as the twins started to ram into him.

"Feel good?" Jetstorm snickered, slapping Jazz’s aft.

"Want more?" Jetfire leered, delivering another slap.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Slag…oh!" Jazz shouted, body seizing up in pleasure as Jetfire and Jetstorm simultaneously heated up and cooled down.

Swindle watched as Jetfire glowed orange, and Jetstorm glowed blue, causing Jazz to thrash around even more wildly. Both were mindful of their body temperatures, keeping themselves from damaging Jazz as they slammed more violently into the cyber-ninja. All three peaked and screamed out their release at the same time, slumping to the floor in a satiated heap, steam rising up from their scalding bodies.

"Hmm…that was hot…bound to earn me quite a few credits," Swindle gritted out, optics squeezing shut as his own overload approached.

The arm’s dealer let out a startled gasp when a servo caressed his thigh, causing him to jump back in alarm. He glanced down to find that Jetfire had crawled over to him, gazing up at him with lust filled optics. Swindle quickly looked back at the other two bots, finding that they were deep in recharge.

Swindle smirked and stepped forward, servo lowering to caress Jetfire’s cheek, smirk growing as the younger mech mewled and nuzzled his palm. "Still not satisfied, hmm?" He sent out a viral command for the camera orbs to focus in on him and Jetfire, knowing he could always edit the footage later on if he wanted to exclude himself. "Suck me. Now. Do a good job and maybe I’ll reward you."

The arm’s dealer threw back his helm and moaned as Jetfire’s warm glossa danced over his length, swirling and jabbing into the sensitive slit. He gripped the back of Jetfire’s helm, urging the younger mech to swallow him, crying out when the flier’s mouth engulfed him in searing, wet heat. He lazily pumped his hips, forcing more of his length down Jetfire’s throat, shuddering as the younger mech hummed, sending out sweet vibrations. Gazing down, Swindle’s intakes hitched. The sight of Jetfire’s golden optics, wide and tearing up, lips plump and slick with lubricant, servo nestled between his legs, fingering his port, was all too much for Swindle. He pulled away, shouting out his release. Lubricant splattered over Jetfire’s lips and cheeks, which he eagerly cleaned up with his glossa.

Collapsing to the floor, Swindle reached for Jetfire, sneering at the younger mech. "You did good. Now, it’s time for your reward."

Jetfire gasped as he was flipped over, aft positioned in the air. He screamed and bucked when Swindle’s glossa laved his port, gently swiping over the opening before delving inside. The flier reached for his plug, crying out in pain when Swindle roughly smacked his aft.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" Swindle snarled.

Jetfire trembled and remained silent.

"Answer!" Swindle barked, delivering another harsh smack.

"Ngh! No, sir!" Jetfire cried, quivering as the arm’s dealer’s servo rained down again. "I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry!"

"That’s better," Swindle chuckled, leaning over to kiss the tender spots where his servo had struck. "Now, stretch yourself."

"Yes, sir," Jetfire whimpered.

The younger mech reached around, gnawing on his bottom lip as he pushed two fingers into his port. Swindle only allowed a few moments to pass before he shoved aside Jetfire’s servo and positioned his reawakened arousal against the flier’s aft, slamming forward until he was fully buried within the younger mech. Jetfire screamed and clawed at the floor as intense pleasure overwhelmed his circuitry. Swindle draped over his back, lips, glossa, and dentals attacking the flier’s neck.

"Oh, please sir! Please touch me!" Jetfire begged, rolling his hips back to meet each of the arm’s dealer’s thrusts. "Touch me, please?"

"Well, I suppose I could show you a little mercy," Swindle winked.

Jetfire let out a piecing wail as the older mech’s servo enclosed his rigid length, sending the flier toppling over into climax. Swindle wailed out as well, overwhelmed from the soft heat constricting him, collapsing against Jetfire, both mechs left trembling from aftershocks. After a few minutes passed, Swindle reluctantly pulled away from the younger mech, scooping him up and gently placing him back in the cell with Jazz and Jetstorm, reattaching the stassis cuffs to all three mechs. The cell door shut behind him, and he gazed back one more time at the three sleeping mechs before exiting the holding cells. He collected the camera orbs, placing them back safely into his abdomen compartment.

"Hrm…what should I call this video?" Swindle pondered. "Heh, Autobots in Jail has a nice ring to it."

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