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  Relationship:
      Jazz(Meister)/Jazz(SG), Jazz(Meister)/Prowl(SG), Jazz(Meister)/Ricochet,
      Jazz(Meister)/Jazz(SG)/Prowl(SG)/Ricochet(SG), Jazz(Meister)/sparkling,
      multiple_characters/sparklings
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      Jazz_(Transformers), Prowl_(Transformers), Ricochet_(Transformers),
      Multiple_Other_Characters, mentions_of_others, Brief_appearances_of_canon
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      Oral_Sex, Rough_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Rough_Kissing, Dominance, Kinky,
      Bondage, rape/non_con, Sticky_Sexual_Interfacing, Non-Sticky_Sexual
      Interfacing, Graphic_Violence, Double_Penetration, Threesome_-_M/M/M,
      Abuse, Abusive_Relationships, Parent-Child_Relationship, Underage_-
      Freeform, Underage_Pregnancy, Mpreg, birth_scenes, Anal_Sex, Force-
      Feeding, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Half-Sibling_Incest, Parent/Child
      Incest, Brother/Brother_Incest, Brother/Sister_Incest, Incest_Kink
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      Published: 2015-11-10 Updated: 2016-03-09 Chapters: 6/? Words: 25196
****** Shattered Horrors *Postponed For Now* ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Jazz, after an explosion, is accidentally transported into the
     shattered glass universe, where he dubs himself Meister and joins the
     Decepticons. However, he is captured by SG Jazz and forced to be the
     sex slave of Jazz and his bondmates, Prowl and Ricochet. Meister
     becomes dependant on his masters, and the sparklings he bares are
     turned into pleasure bots and sparked themselves.
Notes
     This is a VERY dark fic. A lot of twisted sexual themes. Only read if
     you have a very strong stomach. There are characters from all
     fandoms, and it is mostly centered around TFP. ***This story was made
     for Jazz and Prowl's Little Sparkling (Skyrange)
     http://archiveofourown.org/users/Skyrange/profile
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Jazz slammed online when he came out of stasis, sitting up quickly and looking
around, his helm jerking this way and that, searching for what it had been that
had awoken him as memory crashed within his processor... There had been a fight
with the Decepticons... Jazz had heard someone shout his designation, then an
explosion, which had knocked him temporarily offline, but, as he looked around,
there was no sign of battle. No bodies, no destroyed trees, nothing...
Jerking his helm around when he heard the sound that had onlined him, the
silver mech saw movement as he rolled behind a boulder, watching that area of
the brush curiously to see what it might be that was approaching.
When several moments passed with nothing happening, something was wrong... that
Jazz knew better than anything else, but his thoughts were distracted and his
thoughts only confirmed when a Cybertronian stepped out into the clearing,
standing upright as he looked around,
Squinting a little to see who it was, Jazz started in surprise as he was able
to make out the mech, stepping out into the open. “Bumblebee? That ya man?
What're ya doin out here?” He asked as he approached his comrade. As he got
closer he realized that it just looked like Bumblebee, the scout's yellow was
replaced with black and the black marks were now a dark green, his armour
heavier looking as well, but the biggest surprise was that Bumblebee's optics
were red.
Jazz stopped now and stared as the scout's blasters were activated and directed
in his direction. “Hey Bee! It's fine, man! Nothin but ma!” The silver corvette
cried as he held his servos up in a non-threatening manner.
"It's Goldbug!" Goldbug snarled at him aggressively. “And while you wear an
Autobot mark, but you're no Autobot that I know!” He snarled.
“Wha?” Jazz stopped now and stared in disbelief at the other mech. “Bee, this
is...” He swung out of the way when the smaller mech opened fire on him, the
silver saboteur twisting in the air and taking cover back behind the boulder,
bewildered and confused. 'Tha blast musta knocked a few bolts loose!' He
thought in confusion. 'I'm dreamin' craza stuff!'
Jazz was jerked out of his thoughts when he heard a sudden lull in the blaster
fire that had been aimed at his little hiding place, followed by the clang of
steel and snarling of voices, spurring the silver mech on to peek around from
behind the rack, shocked to see none other than Soundwave fighting against
Goldbug, but this Soundwave was pure white with pale blue markings!
After several movements that were blurred by how fast the two mechs were
moving, both so focused in fighting each other that they didn't even notice
Jazz before Goldbug gave a yelp and turned aft and ran, leaving Soundwave who
turned and looked towards Jazz's hiding spot before approaching him, stopping
in front of him a little. “Designation, rank and faction.” He ordered, Jazz
taken aback now at how Soundwave had spoken but not through recordings!
Stepping out from behind the cover of the boulder, Jazz thought quickly about
what he should say and decided to keep everything hidden until he found out
what the slag was going on. “Meister... Neutral but imprisoned by ta Autobots
fer a few cycles... I tried to escape, but ya know?” He answered, noticing the
suspicious air coming off of the taller mech's EM field but just ignored it for
now.
“Meister looks a lot like Autobot lieutenant Jazz, and in very good condition
if truly imprisoned by the Autobots.” Soundwave answered before taking
Meister's arm and inspecting a place where one of Goldbug's blaster shots had
clipped him. “Wound needs to be patched. Follow.” He ordered before turning and
ghosting into the trees.
Meister frowned slightly, bewildered by the hint that he should be in bad
condition if captured by the Autobots... Wouldn't he be in good if not better?
The silver mech hesitated a little bit since he wasn't sure if he should follow
Soundwave and he was so confused by all the situations that had occurred over
such a short time, but decided to follow the tall white mech since he had shown
no hostility to him.
“Hey... Could ya explain ta ma about the guys tha' locked ma up?” The silver
bot asked. “I kinda wanna know more 'bout 'em.” He added quickly when the pale
blue visor glanced back at him, the tall mech pausing in his walk before
continuing on.
Silence fell between the two mechs for several moments before Soundwave broke
it, obliging the others request. “Autobots are cruel and evil... They are the
reason Cybertron has been destroyed.” He answered, silent for several moments
before continuing on. “Their leader, Optimus Prime, is the darkest ember
alive... So cruel and sadistic, we wonder if he isn't straight out of the pit,
and he rapes his own soldiers sometimes... Ratchet, his medic, is so twisted he
just tortures mechs for fun. There are many others, but the three worst are
Jazz, his twin Ricochet and their bondmate, Prowl.”
Meister nearly gasped when he heard Prowl mentioned by managed to keep silent.
“And ya? As in, Decepticons?”
Soundwave glanced back at him again curiously. “Decepticons are... Good. We
want to protect all function and rescue what remains of our dwindling race...
Maybe even revive Cybertron one day. Our leader, Megatron, is of gentle and
kind ember. Knockout and Hook are good medics. We are the ones that wish for
peace.” Soundwave explained as they came to a large steel door that Meister
hadn't even noticed until it began to open to let them in. “Hola shiz.” The
silver mech murmured softly, staring up at it before quickly following the
white mech into the confines of the base, his processor reeling from learning
that everything seemed to be opposite in this world... Wait. Could he be in
another dimension? Like the shadow zone? He felt sick at that thought before
stepping into the coolness of the base, following Soundwave through several
halls before they stopped outside a door, the tall mech opening it to reveal
that it was a medbay.
Meister's optics roamed the room curiously as he saw that the equipment wasn't
too specialized, looking more humble than what the Decepticons possessed back
in his... Dimension. His optics picked up a pale blue mech that looked just
like Knockout, and watched as he moved over to them with a lopsided grin.
“Soundwave!” The blue mech spoke in a flirtatious tone, “and this is?” He added
as he looked over at the newcomer, optics narrowing when he saw the Autobot
insignia, suspicion filling the mech's frame as he poised as if expecting an
attack.
“Knockout. This is the neutral, Meister. He just escaped from imprisonment with
the Autobots.” Soundwave answered calmly. “Where is Hook?” He added, Knockout
shrugging a little. “Not around.”
Soundwave nodded a bit. “Would you be able to repair Meister's wound while I
retrieve Lord Megatron?” He asked, motioning to the silver mech's arm.
Meister looked back and forth between them, but he was mostly thinking about
what he should do in this strange, alternate dimension... Because her just
seemed to be here after the explosion, there was no doubt in the fact that the
other Autobots wouldn't look for him, thinking that he was dead in the result
of the explosion... So Meister would be stuck here without any hope for res-he
was jerked from his thoughts when Soundwave lay a servo on his good shoulder.
“I will return in a few moments, Meister. Our Lord would very much like to see
you.” He stated in a calm tone, Meister nodding before the tall mech walked
away and left the silver bot alone with Knockout.
“Well, might as well get started on your repairs.” Knockout stated, pointing to
a medbay berth, Meister sitting down apprehensively, still bewildered and
confused over his predicament.
“But I warn you!” Knockout's voice snapped the corvette from his thoughts as a
tool was waved in his faceplates threateningly. “One false move and you'll wake
up with a helmache! I've dealt with unruly patients before and won't tolerate
it with you!” The medic growled before collecting his tools and sitting down in
front of the confused mech. “Relax your arm and don't move.” He ordered.
Nodding, Meister sat still and quietly, thoughtful. “So... Soundwave seems...
Talkative?” He said it as a question, gaining another suspicious glance, able
to see the wary suspicion shining in those icy blue optics. “Soundwave is
always a talker. He totally contradicts the attitude of his future bondmate,
Shockwave.” He answered.
“Oh.” Meister nodded slowly. “Do... You and Breakdown still have something
going on together?” He asked curiously, making the blue medic start in
surprise. “How did you know that?” He demanded, Meister shrugging as the
medic's deft, skilled digits paused in doing the repairs. “Either you're lying
about being a neutral or you're a telepath.”
Meister grimaced a little, realizing that maybe he had slipped up by saying so
much. “I'll explain later.” He answered as Knockout nodded slowly and began to
work again, the suspicion never once fading from his optics. “You remind me a
lot of that crazy Autobot lieutenant.” Knockout stated, shivering a little at
the mention of the name, surprising Meister a bit but he remained silent as
Knockout continued talking. “He's a sadist... Terrifying, but you don't act
like him...” The medic paused as he set aside his cleaning supplies and turned
around to graft the wound shut, Meister flinching a little. “Jazz and Prowl are
both mechs that you don't want to mess with, but Ricochet... Now that's a mech
that gives the term 'phsycopath' a whole new meaning.... He gains pleasure from
torturning mechs physically, but lives to torture them sexually. He has a Ember
so evil and twisted, you would swear upon everything that he's the
reincarnation of Unicron himself.” Knockout told the silver bot before him,
shuddering violently while Meister stared in shock. “But aren' there rules bout
tha?” The silver mech cried in horror. “Bout treatin' a prisoner fairly? It's
against our beliefs ta torture or abuse a mech through sexual terms!” He added
loudly.
Knockout's clear blue optics stared into Meister's, a bitter little smile
twisting his lipplates. “Now I can believe that you're a neutral...” He stated
before venting softly, turning and facing Meister completely as he prepared to
explain. “The Autobots don't care about any rules, Meister. They just take what
they want... Many Decepticons just vanish, and we don't know if they've been
captured or not, only for us to find out the horrors they had gone through orns
after they've been offlined. Horrors that I will not speak of here.” Knockout
murmured, optics unfocused as if he was thinking before they readjusted and he
looked at the corvette, who was waiting for him to continue. “Autobots take
what they want, Meister.” The medic was nearly whispering now. “In fact,
they're very good at hiding that they have captured a mech, and they even look
for mechs that they might enjoy fragging on the battlefield... They frag the
offlined bodies of both our mechs and their own. They have all sorts of kinky,
twisted ideas... I shouldn't have to say, because I'm sure you would know,
having been their pirosner and all.” Knockout stated with a vent, shaking his
helm. “But once they get you to depend on them... Or you get Stockholm's
syndrome... You'll be bound to their will forever.” He stated in a haunting
tone before themedbay door slid open and a large, hulking mech stepped into the
room, colouring of a light silver, followed behind by Soundwave.
“This is the mystery mech?” Megatron demanded, but his voice was smooth and
warm sounding, making Meister relax a little.
“Yes lord.” Soundwave reported. “Designated Meister. Faction: Claim of
Neutrality.” He added as the silver corvetted just nodded, wondering if he
should tell him what, where and who he really was, dismissing that thought for
a moment as he made up his processor. “I want to be a Decepticon.” He spoke
aloud, the three other mechs stiffening a little and looking at him in
surprise.
Megatron recovered first, eyeing him in a curious way before moving over to
stand before him. “Making a decision so hastily?” He asked, tapping the Autobot
mark. “And when you wear the mark of an Autobot?” He demanded, although not
unkindly.
Meister was silent for a moment before he decided to tell them. “I'm not fram
aroun' here.” He stated slowly, noticing the expectant looks on the others'
faceplates as they waited for an explanation. “Not even from this dimension.”
He added, the three mechs frowning at him but remaining silent as he continued.
“From where I come from, everythin' is different than wha it is here... There,
Cons are evil and Autobots are good... Even you're colourin' is different.” HE
added, his tone lost as he looked up at Megatron. “Ya all have counterparts in
ma dimension... For example, I am the countapart of your Jazz...” He murmured
before falling silent, the medbay as quiet as the nothingness in a black hole,
Megatron finally turning towards Soundwave, gesturing for him to speak.
“Meister's EM only tells of honesty and nervousness... He doesn't think or act
like Jazz.” The tall, ghostly-white mech announced. “And... I can see his
memories... It is true...” Silence fell efore the TIC spoke up again, the
light, teasing tone surprising them all. “Knockout is very attractive in red.”
He stated, causing the blue medic to gasp loudly as he took offense to the
statement, a look that could be marked down as horror in his optics. “RED?? Out
of all the colors in the universe, I'm RED? Humph!” He snorted, crossing his
arms before Megatron motioned for silence, which was quickly obeyed, the three
piping down.
“If Meister is telling the truth, and since there is no known way to get him to
return to his dimension, then we will accept him into our ranks.” The hulking
mech stated calmly. “However, Meister's alternate dimension will not be spoken
of since it may sway our more... Weak-processored mechs, and could unsettle
many more.” He added, earning nods from those around him before he held out a
servo, Meister hesitantly taking it in his own as the warlord gripped it.
“Welcome, Meister.”
Meister smiled and nodded as his servo was released and Knockout forced him to
lie down on his backstruts, getting out tools as Soundwave was ordered to find
out as much as he could about Meister's skills and previous fighting experience
as possible.
**********
Meister walked quietly behind Starscream, his commanding officer and Megatron's
SIC, gingerly feeling the Decepticon insignia again. It had been several orns
and he still jumped everytime he saw it before he remembered and was able to
relax again. He had gone on several raids with the other Decepticons, enjoying
the company of Starscream and his trinemates greatly, but still missing his
relationship with Prowl... Who was most likely grieving for him as if he was
offline, the thought making his Ember clench and distracting him from what he
was doing, crashing into the back of Starscream when the seeker stopped walking
and Meister noticed too late. They were heading off to a seemingly abandoned
mine, and had just entered it in search of any energon scraps that they could
pick up or mine since their own supply was at a dangerous low. Now Meister
looked up and saw a group of Autobots standing in front of them, and, when he
glanced back, he saw another few standing behind, trapping them in the passage.
Meister's optics widened when the others were suddenly dodging as the Autobots
opened fire on the unsuspecting group of Decepticons, the corvette dodging with
them in a desperate attempt to keep from getting hit, the other Decepticons
scrambling as they tried to recover from their shock and return fire, Meister
running when he was suddenly tackled to the ground by a familiar, green and
black mech.
Growling, Meister placed his pede in a well-aimed kick into Goldbug's abdomen,
sending the other mech through the air to crash against the cavern wall and
slide to the ground where he scrambled to his pedes and charged again, the
silver con catching him straight in the chassis, the momentum of the others'
charge sending both mechs crashing into the stone wall with the sound of
squealing metal on metal and hissing of hydraulics, Meister grunting when he
crashed to the ground.
Standing up quickly, Meister blocked Goldbug's fist and spun around, kicking
him hard in the helm, the clang resounding in the cave and mingling with the
sounds of others fighting. The blow of Meister's pede to Goldbug's helm dented
the metal and knocked the green and black bot offline, Meister catching
Goldbug's sword and spinning on the heel of his pede, slicing into the side of
an Wheeljack as he tried to offline Airachnid, who took that chance to pin the
mech to the wall with a spray of web. “Thanks, Meister.” The spider femme
called before fleeing.
Meister grinned and nodded before he suddenly felt unsettled and he looked up
to see two mechs, one a pitch black with red markings while the other was a
dark purple, the silver corvette feeling his Ember go cold when he recognized
the purple mech as his counterpart Jazz... As he watched, Jazz leered down at
him and pressed an axe into the arms of the black bot, snatching up a sword
before approaching. “Mine.” He snarled as he approached the frightened Meister.
Recovering quickly, Meister got into a defensive stance as Jazz's servos lifted
up the sword over his helm, the purple Autobot attacking the silver Decepticon
aggressively, who quickly twisted away from the blow. “Nevva seen ya before.”
Jazz hissed as he swung and jabbed at the silver corvette so quickly that
Meister could only dodge and block the blows, surprised at just how quick and
efficient his counterpart was, optics wide as he tried everything to get around
those deadly blades that flashed around his body, trying to keep from being
mortally wounded as he backpedaled, the other bot smirking in triumph as he
followed. “You are slow, clumsy.” Jazz growled as he spun and kicked Meister in
the helm, causing stars to flash through Meister's optics, whiting out for a
brief moment, the silver mech trying to recover when a burning, white-hot pain
in his left thigh, telling of the steely intrusion of the sword impaling him,
making Meister yelp in pain, blue optics wide as he saw the blade buried to the
hilt there, so focused on his pain that he didn't see the kick until it had hit
him, sending him flying off of the sword to crash into the wall of the cavern,
rolling several times before coming to a stop on his back.
Groaning, Meister attempted to stand upright when a pede crashed down on his
chassis, pinning him as he gripped Jazz's ankle joint, optics wide and white
with fear.
“So weak.” Jazz leered down at him as the black mech appeared beside him,
handing Jazz the axe, the purple Autobot hefting it above his helm. “Too bad
you'll never live to improve.”
Meister's optics widened as he brought his arms up in a desperate, futile
attempt to keep the other mech from killing him. “Jazz! Don't kill me! I-I'm
you!” He shouted, trembling as he waited for the strike that would separate his
helm from his shoulders when he felt a cold, harsh grip on his chin and he was
forced to look up into the red optics of Jazz, who leered at him. “You are me?
An impossible feat unless you're a trick, a processless drone created to look
like me... Perhaps because you wish to interface with my mates?” He added with
a hiss as he turned the silver mech's faceplates this way and that, making the
black bot beside him grunt. “He does look like you, Jazz.” He stated as he
crouched down beside Meister, trailing a servo over his chassis and lower body,
making the silver mech shiver in his helplessness. “Wonder if he screams like
you?”
Meister shuddered at the sound of that voice, which was so cold and cruel that
he could almost feel it, feeling the lust in the touch to his chassis and
abdomen but he kept silent so as not to encourage him.
“Shut up, Ricochet.” Jazz shot back as the black bot, Ricochet, smirked widely
at the thought. “Explain you little glitch! Are you a drone created to look
like me?”
Meister's optics widened in horror when he heard the mention of Ricochet, fear
crushing his Ember as he trembled and tried to respond. “I-I'm from another
dimension.” He answered, trying to keep his tone cool and calm. “I'm ya in a
different time zone, a-an' I ended up here by acc-ident.” He stammered as he
tried to watch what Ricochet was doing out of the corner of his optics, unable
to move his helm since his chin was still within Jazz's tight grasp. Instead,
he was forced to stare up into the red optics of Jazz that bored into his clear
blue, making the smaller mech turn his optics away, unable to keep optic
contact with the other.
“Fine...” Jazz hissed softly as Meister chanced a small glance up at him,
hoping that he wouldn't die or be hurt in any other way although a small piece
of him told him that it was impossible to not be hurt when at the mercy of two
of the most sadistic mechs he had ever heard about. He looked up at Jazz as the
purple mech glanced at his black twin. “We'll take him with us.” Jazz announced
before turning and walking back through the cavern, heading for the entrance.
Meister stared after Jazz and he was forced to his pedes, trembling a little as
he tried to keep himself from doing so, stilling as he suddenly noticed a sight
that he had been to focused on Jazz to notice earlier... Wheeljack, webbed
front-first against the cavern wall, being felt up by his wrecker companion,
Bulkhead.
“I warn you, Bulkhead you fragging creation of a glitch!! If you touch me one
more-AH!” Wheeljack screamed loudly when the massive brown mech thrust into him
from behind, making Meister tremble even more violently as he watched Jetfire
egg the brown wrecker on, Wheeljack spewing curses and groaning, occasionally
giving off a scream, the sound of metal raking against metal that was the
result of Bulkhead's hips crashing against Wheeljack's was sickening and
Meister felt his tanks churn, giving him the need to purge, but he held it in
as he realized something horrible... He had escaped death only for something
much, much worse.
Meister felt sharp claws dig into his chin as he was forced to look up into
Ricochet's faceplates that was twisted with an abnormal smile that made the
silver mech tremble when he saw the insanity in the red optics.
A servo closed around the frightened mech's neck cables and he was lifted up by
it, his servos clawing helplessly, uselessly, at Ricochet's wrist as his pedes
were lifted off the ground and his neck cables strained at the sudden weight it
was forced to hold up, Meister's mouth opening in a desperate attempt to get
air as he stared into those sick, red optics.
“We're going to make you regret the day your prostibot of a carrier delivered
you.” Ricochet hissed as he trailed his glossa up Meister's cheek plate and
over his nasal ridge, making the silver mech cringe in disgust and fear when he
was dropped to the ground, staying on servos and knee joints, one servo at his
neck cables as he gasped for air when he suddenly felt the harsh, cruel grip
close around the back of his neck cables, forcing him to follow Ricochet in a
half-crouch, pain flashing up his left leg from the stab wound as he was
dragged out into the open.
Meister struggled desperately in an attempt to escape, fear crushing his Ember
as he was dragged away, shutting his optics tightly as he was forced passed the
place where Wheeljack's rape was taking place, still able to hear the
disgusting groans of the hulking brown mech as he abused his companion,
sickening the small silver mech as he was forced back through the field and
into a new, terrible reality.
**********
Meister sat in the corner of a very small closet, arms wrapped around his knees
as he lay his helm down on them, trembling. He had been deposited non-too-
gently within the closet only about an joor ago, but he was already so, so
frightened. He had no idea what was awaiting for him the moment he was dragged
from his somewhat safe haven, no idea what he should expect as he listened to
the echoing cries, screams and shouts that would break the eerie silence every
little while and he knew that his would soon join in.
As if that thought had been voiced and heard, Meister looked up when the closet
opened suddenly, readjusting his optics to the small amount of light that came
into the previously dark room he was in, able to make out three dark forms
standing in front of the doorway. “Out.” A voice, Jazz's, ordered.
Shaking in fear that he tried to contain, Meister decided it was best to obey
for now and he stepped out of the closet, staring at the ground a little as he
heard it shut behind him. He had been strong through several interrogations at
the hands of the Decepticons in his world... Strong, cocky, never broke, but...
But now? Now he was so slagging scared. These mechs were a hundred times worse
than the Decepticons he knew. He felt three sets of optics fix on him, felt
them rake down his frame as they looked him over, but Ricochet's... Ricochet's
made him want to curl up in a ball and sob his optics out like an overgrown
sparkling. He cast a glance upwards now and recognized Prowl easily enough, but
knew that this wasn't the Praxian he knew, this was a sparkless mech that
wouldn't help him.
Meister flinched but forced himself to give a small growl when a servo reached
out to brush against his side, his growl turning into a cry of pain when he was
backhanded hard in the faceplates, denting his cheek plating as the silver mech
yelped and was shoved back hard against a wall, causing a jolt of pain to pass
through his doorwings when they made contact with the wall, the mech leaning
against it, optics wide.
“Don't growl at your masters.” Jazz snapped harshly before he stepped forward,
and, in a flash of movement, grabbed Meister's left wrist in his abusive grip,
Prowl snatching the other one up as both mechs pinned them above the frightened
corvette's helm.
Meister was nearly choked by fear when he realized that his servos were pinned
and he looked at Prowl with pleading optics. “P-Prowl! Pl-please!” He
whimpered. “Help me.” He begged as Ricochet approached and hit him again,
causing pain to flash through his already aching cheek plates, whimpering when
sharp digits dug into his chin, making little cuts as Meister's faceplates were
forced to turn upwards so that he was looking into the terrifying gaze of
Jazz's twin.
“Don't speak unless you're spoken to.” Ricochet hissed at him, Meister not
responding in any way as he just trembled, trying to fight the painful grips on
his wrists as Ricochet leaned closer, Meister freezing in horror when he felt
the black mech's glossa trail agonizingly slowly over his lipplates, the
helpless mech trying to turn his helm away, the claws digging deeper into his
chin, making him wince slightly.
Meister stared with wide optics when the bigger mech's licked his lipplates.
“Mine.” Ricochet growled before slamming his lipplates against Meister's, the
silver corvette gasping slightly into the harsh kiss, the grip on his chin
keeping him from turning away, the mech only able to struggle helplessly as the
thin metal of his lipplates were bruised by the vicious mech, his faceplates
forced upwards so that Ricochet could deepen it.
Ricochet smirked, biting the corner of those soft, whimpering lipplates and
licking at the energon that welled up from the small, shallow wound, smirking
against Meister's lipplates before he took advantage of the smaller mech's
gasp, getting his glossa between his bruised lipplates and into his mouth,
causing the restrained mech to gag as he tried to keep his own glossa away from
the mech assaulting his mouth, the black mech gleaning pleasure from the little
defiance as he growled and rubbed his glossa against the others.
Meister needed air and he struggled desperately, biting back a whimper when he
felt the contact between their glossas, gasping for air when his faceplates
were released, helm dipping down as he tried to get the feeling of Ricochet's
invading glossa out of his mouth when his chin was grabbed again and he looked
up at Ricochet. “Enjoy it?” The sadistic mech smirked, making Prowl laugh.
Glaring, Meister spat into the black mech's faceplates, his oral lubricant
tinted blue from the energon that orginated from where the insides of his
lipplates had raked against his denta, an eerie silence filling the room before
Ricochet let out a vicious snarl and then motioned to Jazz and Prowl with his
helm, both mechs smirking as they dragged Meister towards the berth, the silver
mech's optics widening as he attempted to struggle, now able to observe the
rest of the room... There was a berth that looked like a surgical gurney, with
chains and tools around it, making his energon run cold. There was also a lot
of ropes and hooks hanging from the roof, which he could only imagine what they
would be used for as he tried to plead with his captors. “No! Don't! This is
wrong!” He shouted as Ricochet followed behind them, a little smirk playing out
over the corners of his mouth.
Meister was forced down over the berth, no matter how much he fought, and his
servos restrained above his helm, faceplates forced into the berth as someone
leaned on his helm to keep him from lifting it, muffling his cries until he was
forced to fall silent.
The bound mech was frightened as he sensed someone lean in close to his audio.
“Listen here ya lil glitch.” Jazz's voice reached his audio and he knew that
the purple mech was extremely close when he felt lipplates brush against his
audio, making him want to pull away but couldn't since his helm was pinned. “We
are goin' to break ya. We are goin' to feed ya spikes and transfluids until
tha's all you'll evva think about eatin'. We are goin' to frag you're valve so
raw tha' the lining will need ta be replaced, and so much tha' you'll look
sparked with all the transfluids tha'll be sloshin' around your gestation
chambers... Maybe I'll even tie with ya and knock ya up..” Jazz whispered into
his audio, the bound mech twitching a little as he squirmed, yelping when his
aft was slapped, struggling again as he felt a clawed servo trail over him
before he was getting stripped of his armour, his fear increasing with each
piece.
The weight lifted off of Meister's helm and he lifted it as he thrashed his
legs and tried to kick whoever stood behind him when his hips were grasped
tightly, claws digging into them, causing rivulets of energon to dribble down
his thighs as Meister bit his lipplates as he felt cold, harsh digits feeling
around his interface array.
Jazz smirked at the little useless struggles his victim gave, chuckling darkly
as he felt around the valve covering for the manuel latch at an agonizingly
slow pace. “Where is it~?” He asked in mock glee as he dug his claws in a
little, earning a small yelp again. “Ah, here it is.” Jazz purred as he felt
the latch, but then, without warning, dug his claws into the seams of the
panel, ripping it off and relishing the cry of pain that Meister gave as the
purple bot tossed the panel away like scrap... It wasn't like the silver bot
was going to need it again. He was just a valve for them to shove their spikes
into, and he would prefer that it be exposed to them permanently so that there
would be no doubt about who was in charge.
“Shut up!” Prowl snarled from where his helm was, hitting him hard when he
turned to look at the Praxian. “Believe me, you're not going to need a valve
cover again.” He added cruelly.
Meister clenched his fists. “You don't know wha-ah-ahhh!” He gasped when he
felt a spike get pressed against his dry valve, optics wide as his breathing
hitched. “No...” He whispered.
“Complain all you want ya lil pleasure bot! But it'll jus make me wanna frag ya
harder!” Jazz's voice came from somewhere behind Meister as he squirmed
helplessly.
Jazz smirked at the struggling bot, groping his aft roughly, squeezing it a bit
before he guided his spike in line with the unaroused valve, loving how Meister
tried to move away, loving the fear that caused the silver mech's frame to
shake as Jazz pushed passed the outer lips of the valve.
Meister cried out when a slight pain that began to blossom into much much
greater pain emanated from between his legs, screaming when Jazz slammed into
his dry valve, pain exploding in his lower regions, his cry muffled by the
berth he pressed his faceplates into, clenching his fists tightly. “N-No!
Please no!” Meister cried out as Jazz pulled back out, the ridges on his spike
catching on the soft mesh, cutting the valve when he rammed back into his body,
spreading his valve wide, the dry, bleeding walls stretching to accommodate the
spike that was slightly too big.
Meister felt a little sob pass from between his bruised lipplates when his helm
was grabbed and jerked upwards, straining his neck cables, his optics widening
when he saw Prowl's erect spike micrometers from his faceplates, little beads
of silvery transfluid on the tip. “Open your mouth you little piece of
sharware!” Prowl ordered as he mock thrust at the bound mech, his pre-
transfluid smearing up Meister's cheek plating, making him grimace in disgust
as the Praxian tried to get the silver bot's mouth open, growling when he found
it clenched shut tightly. “Frag him harder, Jazz!” Prowl hissed lustfully.
“Make him scream!”
Meister whimpered and struggled when he heard the purple mech snarl and felt
the large spike pound into him, crashing sharply against the cluster of sensor
nodes at the very back of his valve.
“Ah-ahhh!” Meister screamed in pain, his cry cut off and muffled by Prowl's
spike being shoved down his intake, the Praxian beginning to thrust in and out
of his mouth without giving him any time to adjust, causing the corvette to gag
and choke the whole time, giving a muffled scream when Jazz's spike caught in
one of the cuts in his valve, tearing it a little wider, Meister sobbing around
Prowl's spike as it was forced in and out of the wet heat of his mouth.
Meister arched in pain as he tried to find a way to escape what was happening,
escape the pain, any attempt at verbal begging was always turned into gagging
by the Praxian's hard, fast thrusts down his intake that made his optics well
up with lubricant.
Jazz overloaded with a loud snarl of pleasure, ramming in up to the hilt, his
sac pressed tightly against Meister's aft, smearing lubricant and transfluid as
the purple mech revved his engines, rattling Meister and causing the
sensitivity in all of the sensor nodes hidden in the soft lining of his valve
to spike.
Meister screamed in pain when he felt the swollen member burrow into him,
feeling it twitch before he was being filled with the hot, thick transfluids,
it pummeling the back of his nearly-raw valve with each spray of fluid from the
pulsating spike, the silvery fluids getting into the cuts and making it feel
like his valve was being filled with liquid fire, Jazz ripping out of him and
making him cry out again as blue-tinted transfluid gushed out of his abused
valve and down his spread legs.
Meister sobbed louder now, never knowing any sort of inner pain that was as bad
as he was currently facing with his valve, Prowl purring in sadistic pleasure
as he thrust deeper into the drooling intake, Meister not being able to swallow
his own oral lubricant as obscene, wet sounds filled the room aside from
Meister's loud sobbing as his bruised lipplates were forced to stretch around
the Praxian's spike.
Suddenly, without warning the spike within his mouth twitched before releasing
it's bitter fluids into his intake, Meister sputtering and choking on it,
coughing as it spilled over his glossa, Prowl continuing to thrust in an
attempt to keep his overload going as long as possible. “Swallow it you
pleasure bot!”
Meister ignored the order and bit Prowl now, the Praxian crying out and jerking
away from him, allowing the corvette to spit the fluids out of his mouth, a
hard slap to the silver bot's aft making him draw in a sharp breath, and, with
it, any fluids that were still in his intake, Prowl punching him hard in the
faceplates now, the bound mech helpless to fight back as he tried to get his
breathing back to normal.
Loud pedesteps sounded and Meister felt his faceplates get turned to make him
look up at Ricochet, who smirked at the sight of oral lubricants and
transfluids leaking out of the corners of the silver mech's mouth and dribbling
down his chin. “Soon.” The big black mech hissed in a sadistic tone. “Soon you
will learn just how valuable every drop of transfluid is.” He whispered as he
bit into Meister's cheek plating, sucking the energon that leaked out of it
before pulling away. “You'll see it as fuel, the very essence of your ember.”
He said, carressing the smaller mech's cheek plating in mock gentleness before
punching Meister hard.
Meister cried out as his helm snapped to the side, pain running up and down his
neck cables as they had extra strain put on them, the silver mech trembling.
“Look at me.”
Trembling at the voice, Meister forced himself to look back up at Ricochet, who
smiled cruelly. “Good boy.” He taunted, patting his helm before continuing.
“Now. I'm going to say this once, and only once, so you better get it the first
time. There is no mercy here. If you make a mistake, you pay.” The black bot
snarled. “Biting is something a bad mech would do. Now, for biting Prowl, we
will frag you until you're ready to swallow transfluid. The sooner you do, the
sooner we stop fragging this sweet, tight little valve of yours.” He hissed,
cupping Meister's aft and forcing his thumb digit between the folds of his
abused valve, making Meister whine in pain and fear.
Meister stared up at Ricochet with wide optics while the black mech motioned
his two mates over, feeling the fear in him as they loomed over him, knowing
that he had made a terrible mistake...
**********
Meister lay in the same position he had been for the past several joors when
his tormentors received comms, Jazz and Prowl swearing loudly in displeasure,
the purple mech ripping his spike out of the limp, unresponsive silver mech
whose dim optics flickered to show the pain that he could no longer express
aloud.
Ricochet made no notion of complaint or displeasure as he moved over beside
Meister, thinking of how much better things would be when he would have the
silver bot filling his every single need like an obedient earth puppy, and knew
that the best way to make that happen without Meister becoming a processless
mech would be to have him totally dependant on them... So he would force the
silver mech to become dependant by feeding him, and feeding him only
transfluids unless a reward was in good order. Just like a sparkling was
dependant on it's carrier for low-grade energon, so he would make Meister
dependant on him and his bondmates for fuel, or more, transfluids.
Meister shivered a little, optics shut as he sensed Ricochet just standing
beside him in such a way, static spurting from his voice box when he felt a
cold, clawed servo come to rest on his swollen abdomen, swollen with the
excessive amount of transfluids that had been forced into his gestation
chambers from the countless fraggings he had received from Prowl and Jazz, but
Ricochet had not yet participated yet, and he vaguely wondered why. He wasn't
aware of the fact that Ricochet was like an animal, watching him get fragged to
see what areas would make him scream, see how much spirit he had, calculate how
to slowly whittle away at his processor until he was shaped into the pleasure
bot the black bot wanted.
Audios perked when Meister heard the sound of receding pedesteps and he relaxed
against the berth now and falling into stasis rapidly, knowing that his
function would get a whole lot worse.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Meister groaned around the ball gag in his mouth, oral lubricants dribbling out
from around the rubber ball between his denta as the silver mech lay exposed on
his back, servos bound above his helm, paint scuffed and streaked with silvery
transfluids as his blue optics remained dim. The helpless mech shifted his
lower body uncomfortably, his three captors having proven true to their word
and fragged his valve raw.
Wincing, Meister inwardly cursed the feeling of fluids sloshing around in his
gestation chambers from where they were locked within him, his shifting causing
it to move around his insides as he felt nothing but need and hunger,
whimpering as he rubbed his glossa around the ball in his mouth, wanting
nothing more than to eat something... Anything.... Including transfluids.
Meister perked a little when the door opened and Prowl walked into the dimly
lit berthroom, the Praxian moving past the squirming mech to search through a
desk for some datapads, Meister following the other mech with his blue optics
for as long as he could see him, letting out a needy whimper as he balked and
squirmed in the chains, attempting to get attention and maybe even the fluids
he needed to not fall into stasis lock.
Prowl laughed at the way the mech tried to get his attention, sauntering over.
“Awww.~ Is the little Decepticon wanting to suck spike?” He purred tauntingly,
smirking when he saw how the blue optics shone a little brighter now and he
heard another whine.
Shaking his helm, Prowl's optics wandered over the quivering frame, optics
falling onto Meister's spike, held erect by the little steel ring wrapped
around the base of it to keep the helpless mech from overloading. Laughing as
he flicked the over-sensitive spike, Prowl enjoyed another needy keen that came
from the silver mech who had attempted to jerk away from the flick.
Meister trembled as Prowl made a tsking sound and shook his helm. “You
shouldn't pull away from my touch.” The Praxian taunted, Meister trembling as
he felt the sharp taloned digits wrap around his spike and give it a few
painful squeezes, the silver corvette forcing himself to thrust at the servo
causing more terrible swelling of his spike that made him whimper.
“Hmmmm... Too bad for you I'm busy~.” Prowl mocked before releasing his spike
and sauntering off again, leaving as he laughed at the whimpers coming from the
berth behind him.
Meister began to keen loudly and constantly in hopes that one of his 'masters'
would come and relieve him... Feed him... He felt an overwhelming need for
transfluids, thinking about how the three mechs' transfluid tasted slightly
different from each other, moaning into the gag before he heard the door open,
jerking to look as Ricochet entered.
“What the slag are you whining about?!” The mech shouted as he approached the
bound mech, who immediately fell silent as the black mech punched the sensitive
bulge in his abdominal plating, making the Decepticon cry out and attempt to
scrunch up, empty tanks keeping him from purging. He whined helplessly as
Ricochet punched that area again, sending the transfluids sloshing from the
blow.
Finally, Meister forced himself into silence to keep from getting struck again,
trembling as Ricochet smirked down at him in approval. “Good mech.” He leered
before reaching over and grabbing a small steel rod that had a sharp tip on it,
Meister's optics widening as he shook his helm vigorously and attempted to
clench his legs together, finding himself unable to do so since they were
chained apart.
Ricochet snarled when he noticed the attempt to deny him from doing what he
wanted to do. “Now I will have to punish you again.” He hissed before shoving
two digits up Meister's sore valve and scissoring them to fit the steel rod
between each digit, removing his digits as he began to work the rod up his
valve.
Meister gasped and pulled at his bound servos a little as he felt the cold
steel moving deeper and deeper between his legs, his valve walls convulsing at
the steely intrusion, his venting becoming ragged as he watched a cruel smirk
spread across Ricochet's face when the rod came to an obstruction... The
entrance to his womb. The silver corvette whimpered as he felt the rod pushing
against it, a sharp, painful prick causing him to jerk a little and clench his
servos tightly as the rod poked a hole in his womb.
Trembling, Meister gasped as he felt the rod being pulled out slowly, a steady
flow of stone-cold transfluids pouring out from between his legs to pool
beneath his aft uncomfortably.
“Now...” Ricochet's voice caused Meister to look up at him fearfully. “Your
punishment.” The black mech announced with a smirk as Mesiter whined softly in
fear, but perked in excitement when Ricochet's panel snapped back and his
large, ridged spike was allowed to slip out, standing erect as it twitched from
the sudden exposure to cold air.
Meister let out a soft, releived keen and lifted his helm from the berth,
nuzzling the pulsating spike and smearing his face with the beads of
transfluids on the tip, yelping when he was slapped, immediately stilling as he
stared up at Ricochet, who smirked and forced his spike into the snug hole in
the ball gagging him. It was put there specifically so that they could frag his
mouth and keep him from biting them.
Gagging as the spike poked out of the hole and into the back of his intake,
Meister gagged and coughed as his intake convulsed and quivered from the
assault of the large spike slamming against the very back of his intake. He was
unable to close his mouth, but a part of him, his broken side, told him that he
deserved this treatment while the less dominant side that was his old
personality told him that this was abuse and so so terribly wrong.
Ricochet was thrusting in and out of the hole in the rubber ball now, fast and
hard, enjoying the little keens and gags it got out of the helpless corvette
who had oral lubricants leaking steadily from his mouth now and dribbling down
his chin as he tried to plead and beg, the sounds garbled and completely
unintelligible, making the big black mech laugh.
“Be silent pet.” Ricochet ordered coldly, Meister immediately falling silent
besides the obscene, wet sounds of the spike slipping in and out of his intake,
the silver mech flinching and whining softly before another slap forced him
back into silence as he passively allowed his intake to be abused while he
waited for the black and red mech to overload, which was some time later....
And that was when Meister realized that his punishment was much, much worse
than he expected...
Bitter transfluids filled Meister's intake and he desperately attempted to
swallow it, to get some of it into his empty tanks, but it spilled out of his
mouth around the ball gag as he desperately tried to swallow, keening as he
discovered that he couldn't... The helpless, desperate sound making a cruel
glint alight in the red of his tormentor's optics. “Did you want to swallow
that?” Ricochet leered at him, his smirk growing as he watched Meister nod
hopefully.
Meister winced slightly when he felt Ricochet begin to stroke his helm, but
leaned into the touch with a silent plea for mercy showing in his optics. “No
more biting?” His master asked and Meister shook his helm quickly as he stared
up at the black bot, feeling the gag being removed, he closed his mouth slowly,
working his sore jaw in relief.
“Get up.” Ricochet ordered coldly as Meister felt his servos and ankles get
unchained and he felt a collar being put around his neck. “On your servos and
knees.” The black mech added and Meister slowly obeyed, wondering what was
going to happen to him.
Looking up into the red optics with his own, dull blue, Meister tried to figure
out what was going to be ordered of him now that he was in this position.
“Now...” Ricochet began as he smirked down at the slightly smaller bot. “You
bit Prowl, so you are going to crawl through this base to him and plead for his
transfluids. If he refuses but I think that you did well enough begging like
the little pleasure bot you are, I will give you mine.”
Meister listeneed carefully to the instructions he was being given in silence,
staring up at his master who reached down and grabbed his chin, leaning close.
“Understand one thing about me pet... I am the one in charge. Not Jazz, not
Prowl. I am the one that can hurt you the most. So you obey me above either of
the other two. Got it?”
Trembling violently in the grasp of the black mech, Meister nodded slowly,
yelping when he was kicked. “Start crawling.” Ricochet's voice reached his
audios and he slowly, on shaking limbs, crawled to the door and then out into
the hall, following behind Ricochet while remaining on his servos and knee
joints, his master steering him clear of others so that he wouldn't have to
share his pet.
Finally, Meister crawled into a room where Prowl was sitting as he worked
through several security datapads, Meister looking up at Ricochet, who only
motioned with his helm for him to continue on his own, the silver corvette
quickly obeying as Prowl noticed him and watched him approach with a little
smirk on his lipplates.
“M-m-master Prowl, s-sir...” Meister yelped when Ricochet, who had followed
behind him, hit his aft hard. “Don't act like a sparkling, Meister.” He snarled
darkly, Meister quickly correcting himself. “Master Pro-owl.” He stammered,
scooting closer. “I... C-can I have some of y-your transfluids?” He asked,
optics pleading with desperation clearly seen.
Prowl smirked and leaned back in his seat. “Tell my why you want it... Tell me
what you want, pleasure bot!” He growled darkly, Meister moving forwards more
and laying his helm on the chair between the praxian's thighs. “P-Please, shove
your sp-pike d-down ma intake! Let ma have tha honour of suckin' you and
getting' your fl-fluids in my em-empty tanks!” He nearly sobbed with the
desperation he felt inside, the praxian laughing and placing a servo to the
back of the silver mech's helm, pulling him forwards until his lips were
against the panel concealing his spike. “Earn it, pleasure bot.” He hissed.
Meister, desperate for some sort of nutrition, immediately began to suck on the
housing, nibbling and stroking along the seam with his glossa in an attempt to
find the manual latch, receiving a smack from the Praxian. “You're not allowed
to use the latch.” Prowl taunted him, Meister whining softly as he sucked on
the housing with renewed vigor, trying to get at the hidden spike just out of
his reach.
Prowl raked his claws down his helm, drawing tiny streaks of energon, the
silver mech between his legs barely noticing, too fixated on his task to feel
it, making the black and gold mech chuckle as he felt his spike housing heat
up, feeling the nibbling and wet, warm glossa with slight pleasure, but wanted
to have the mech suck him off willingly, so he opened his panel.
Letting out a tiny purr, Meister heard the click of the panel sliding back and
immediately latched onto the spike and sucking it hard and fast, earning a
surprised grunt from his master, who tightened his grip on his helm.
Meister sucked the spike in his mouth hard and roughly, swallowing around it to
mimick the constrictions of a valve, bobbing his helm to deep throat the
throbbing length that wasn't nearly as big and Ricochet's, and he found himself
aching for that greater girth, the thought arousing him as lubricants collected
in his permanently exposed valve, moaning around the hard length in his intake
and making Prowl laugh. “Sucking a spike and leaking lubricants?? He's
definitely a little prostibot!” He cried gleefully before giving off a small
groan of pleasure. “Such a talented little mech...”
Meister whined happily since he was unable, and unwilling, to speak, finding
himself greatly enjoying the praise he was receiving more than the punishments
as he pulled away from the spike so that just the tip of it was in his mouth,
nibbling at it before pressing his glossa into the slit, causing Prowl to grunt
and his claws to dig into Meister's helm, the silver bot having to hold back a
whimper.
Prowl lost control now and pushed Meister onto his backstrut, straddling his
face as he began to thrust hard, fast and deep, Meister purring at the
dominance being shown as he sucked on the moving spike.
The room was silent besides the sound of Prowl's grunts and groans, and also
the slurping sounds Meister made as he sucked on the spike of his abuser,
obscene, wet sounds filling his audios as the throbbing spike thrust in and out
of his mouth being the most prominent sound.
Finally, Meister felt the familiar twitch of the spike that was drawn out until
just the tip was inside his mouth, the hot, bitter fluids spilling over his
glossa and Meister wrapped his servos around the base of the spike,
rhythmically squeezing it in an attempt to milk out as much transfluids out of
the spike as possible, swallowing what he had so far.
The Praxian moaned and looked up at Ricochet. “He's going to make me overload
again.” He stated as his bondmate smirked and laughed coldly. “Let him... He's
hungry and you're enjoying it.” He answered firmly, his mate nodding and
grunting as he felt Meister's combined squeezes and sucks work him back up to
full erection, the cycle starting over.
**********
Meister was alone in the berthroom of his masters now, pacing a little in
boredom, wishing he would be allowed out, turning when he heard the door open
and realizing that it was about the time when at least one of his master's
arrived to use him, blue optics falling onto the dark purple form of Jazz, the
silver mech immediately stilling as he looked up at the mech approaching him,
still as he waited to see what he would be required to do for his counterpart.
“Sling... Now.” Jazz ordered, Meister staring at the ground. “Yes Master
Jazz...” He whimpered softly as he moved over the the sling and lay down over
it, held up by it while his arms and legs hung down, not able to touch the
ground.
Silently, Meister winced when he heard the sound of chains rattling and craned
his helm to watch Jazz collect chains and a couple other items, coming back as
the silver mech lay compliantly, wincing a little as Jazz chained his limbs
into awkward positions.
Meister yelped when his aft was slapped. “Yes, master?” He asked, unable to see
the mech behind him. “Spread 'em.” Jazz responded firmly, the silver mech
immediately obeying as he spread his legs as best he could with the
awkwardsness of his situation as he felt Jazz wrap the chains around his legs
to keep them open, forcing him into an awkward ball as he was also blindfolded,
servos chained behind his back. “M-Master Jazz?” He asked, trying to see where
the purple mech was, squirming when he felt a thumb digit get forced up his
waste port, trembling a little.
“What ya want, pleasure bot?” Jazz growled as he forced the digit in further,
reaching around to fondle the ring that was inserted through Meister's spike,
made so that they could attache a leash to it and make him more compliant for
when they had to bring him for a 'walk' or to the medbay.
“C-can I eat afta this?” Meister asked hopefully as he squirmed in the sling
again, bucking a little at the digit irritating his aft port, his waste valve
not as thickly lined as his valve now was, and would need to be broken in just
like his valve had been.
Jazz chuckled softly at the question, smirking. “So eager... Perhaps, now speak
dirta.” He ordered as he removed his digit and rubbed a thick gel of heating
fluids over his own spike, then smeared it over the soft protoflesh of
Meister's aft, using a digit to push some into the waste port that he was going
to break in. He pressed the tip of his spike against Meister's aft, using his
servos to keep the opening stretched a little until his spike head had made it
in, then he released it and began to push in deeper, earning a whine from
Meister.
Meister squirmed a bit in the sling, wanting to pull away from the spike
pressing into his tight aft, whimpering. “S-Slag...” He complained at the
slight pain he was beginning to feel, yelping as Jazz gripped his hips to hold
him still, ramming all the way into him now and making him cry out in pain, his
aft feeling like it was burning. “F-frag me till I'm sore an' canna walk
straight!” He cried out. “Mmmm~ Let ma feel ya in so deep tha' I scream! That I
feel like your gonna rip ma open!” He pleaded, bucking as he felt the heat
emanating from the spike being covered in heating oils, which caused him to
quickly build up lubricants in his valve. “Ngh! H-Harder master!” He begged
loudly.
Jazz growled in pleasure as he hilted himself into the warm waste valve, the
silver mech swinging frowards on the sling to cause the spike to slip out from
the deeper depth, making Meister whin in complaint. “Ma-ake my pleasure c-core
ra-ah-hahhh! Raw!” He screamed with pleasure as Jazz gripped his hips again to
keep him still from moving with the sling, beginning to pound into his aft port
as he wriggled and moaned.
“Keep talkin' ya lil pleasure bot!” Jazz growled as his claws dug into the
silver mech's hips, Meister moaning loudly as he tried to buck but was kept
immobile. “D-Deeper master! I wanna feel ya in realla realla deep!” He begged
loudly, Jazz smirking in pleasure.
Jazz grinned and grunted as he thrust into the hot, soft valve of the helpless
mech's valve, gripping his hips hard enough to dent them to keep him from
swinging with each hard thrust he gave, each one sharply ramming against his
sensor nodes, and he laughed at the cries the silver mech gave off. He stopped
and looked over his shoulder when the door opened and Prowl came in, crossing
his arms over his chassis and leaning against the wall as he looked at his
bondmate fragging their little pet, chuckling softly.
Meister whimpered when he felt the large spike sitting idle in his aft and
looked at Prowl as the Praxian approached. "Get him out of the sling... I want
some of this action." He smirked, the silver mech feeling his body get
unchained and then he was dragged over to the berth and pushed into it.
"Stand up." Jazz ordered as he rubbed his slickened spike with one servo and
Prowl smirked a bit as Meister obeyed as his servos were chained over his helm
with enough slack to sit, standing upright as both mechs sat down, Jazz in
front of him and Prowl behind, both spike's erect and Meister realized what
they were going to do, shivering and moaning softly as Jazz motioned for him to
lower himself down. "Sit... Slowly."
Shaking with excitement, Meister slowly lowered himself down until he felt
spikes prodding his valve opening as well as his waste port, optics alight with
excitement as he lowered himself further until they were pushing into him,
gasping as he felt Prowl move a little closer, holding his spike still so that
it wouldn't move. The silver mech was eventually sitting on his knees and he
groaned as Prowl's spike slid all the way up his waste port, groaning softly
and whimpering when he felt one of the ridges on Jazz's spike catch in his
valve.
Jazz grabbed onto Meister's hips and pulled him down, loving the way the silver
mech arched and moaned loudly, helm thrown back, as he was pushed down onto
both spikes, feeling so filled that it was so excitingly pleasurable. "Oooooh
fra-ag." Meister groaned as he felt both mechs wrap their arms around him
tightly and begin to roll their hips against his aft and hips. "C'mon." He
gasped as they began to thrust alternately, so that while one was pulling out
the other was pushing in.
"Fr-aaaag! Ah-hahhhhhhhhh!" Meister cried loudly with the pleasure as his
valves were spread widely with each thrust, pressing down into them as he clung
to Jazz tightly. This was one of the rare times that he could actually fully
enjoy what was happening to him, and he would enjoy it to the fullest.
Prowl growled and bit into the side of Meister's neck, sucking at the energon
that leaked from there as he thrust into that tight, hot space that dribbled
lubricants, his hips becoming sticky with lubricants and pre-transfluids as he
thrust into the mech's waste port, smirking as he listened to meister's little
whines and pants from between soft lip components. "That's it..." He grunted,
the sound of his hips hitting the firm aft was so arousing it was unbelievable.
Throwing his helm back and crying loudly with the pleasure, Meister ground down
against the spikes penetrating him, feeling Jazz slip in and out of his valve
easily as he gripped the mech's shoulders, nearly drooling as Jazz leaned in
and licked the oral lubricants from his lip components with a chuckle. "P-
please!" He groaned as he let out little gasps with each thrust. "Ah, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ahhhh~" He moaned into Jazz's audio receptors as he felt their pace
increase so that he could barely focuse on anything but the movements in his
aft and valve, their speed increasing and ramming into him over and over again
before he arched, crying out loudly as he overloaded hard, valve tightening
over Jazz and fluttering in a milking, kneading sensation in an attempt to get
fluids from it.
From behind him, Meister heard Prowl grunt and then felt hot fluids filling his
aft as he whined with the pleasure and ground down over the mech, making the
praxian arch and shudder, moaning softly.
Meister cried out loudly, moaning long and loud as he felt Jazz swell inside of
him and overload heavily, thrusting through his overload and pushing his seed
into the silver mech's gestation chamber, making him gasp as he was filled with
so much fluids that his chambers stretched and expanded around the thick fluids
to be able to accomodate as much as possible. "Slag." He moaned as Prowl leaned
close to his audio receptor and licked it. "Let's see if we knocked you up
later, shall we?" He purred into his ear before giving it a deft, brief lick
that made the silver mech shudder.
A grip on his chin made MEister look up at Jazz as the purple mech gripped his
chin painfully. "Would you like that little whore? Would you like to have a
little sparkling in order to frag it and feed it your own transfluids?" He
asked with a leer as he gave a sharp thrust, Meister gasping and nodding. "Y-
yes master." He answered breathily as he was pushed backwards onto Prowl, the
Praxian's limp spike still buried between the soft folds of his waste port
making him moan softly as ripples of pleasure coursed through him. He opened
his optics when something was tapped against his lips, opening his optics to
see Jazz's spike at his lips.
"Get busy." Jazz ordered as he roughly petted the silver mech's helm while
Meister's lip components closed over his spike, and he pushed deep into the
other mech's intake, enjoying the grunts and gags as the other mech tried to
adjust to it. "Good mech. Now, suckle like a good pet and you'll get something
to eat."
Meister moaned and began to suck eagerly as Prowl rolled his hips against his
aft, making him squirm as he sucked.
"Yeah... You'll be a wonderful carrier... You'll carry us a whole brood of
whores so that we can pick from them and decide which ones we will keep and
frag, or give away." Jazz growled at him as he thrust into his intake.
Meister only keened softly as he sucked hard and rough, thinking about how
wonderful it would be to have his own sparklings to frag and be fragged by...
How wonderful the thought was... His processor revealing just how corrupted he
was... How much he had changed and would continue to change. He suckled on the
big spike happily, not caring about a thing in the world besides his masters.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Meister finds a terrible revelation that he is going to be rented out
     as a pleasure mech, and his first experience is terrible.
Chapter Notes
     I might add more to this chapter at the end, I feel like it went by
     too quickly.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Meister leaned against the door of the little closet his masters always dumped
him in whenever they were tired of him and didn’t want to see him around for a
while, whimpering as he listened to the pedesteps of someone walking around in
the room outside the door, the silver mech pressing his audio against the door
as he listened, wanting so badly to gain attention but too frightened to keen
and call for help… It might anger whichever master was outside the door, and he
didn’t want to do that, especially if the mech outside the door was Ricochet….
Because there was no way that he wanted to anger him, that was something to
avoid altogether.
Suddenly, Meister heard the pedesteps approaching and he perked up, leaning
against the door happily, wanting whoever it was to let him out… He had been in
there for several days, and the door had opened only long enough for one of his
masters, usually Prowl or Jazz, to hand him a cube filled up with the
transfluids of the three mechs that now owned his ember and processor… His
‘loyalty’ if it could be called that. He wanted attention, and hoped to receive
it now with whoever was coming to the door, falling out at the pedes of
Ricochet when the door was jerked open suddenly, surprising him as he cowered
at the black and red mechs pedes.
Ricochet laughed when the silver frame of his pleasure mech fell out of the
little closet at his pedes, giving him a kick to the side and relishing the
little yelp that earned as he reached down and grabbed the collar around
Meister’s neck, jerking him upright and dragging him over to the berth, tossing
him upon it roughly.
Trembling, Meister looked up at him as he walked over to a drawer usually
filled with toys and other objects, curious when Ricochet pulled out several
items, the cruel Autobot smirking at him as he walked towards him. “M-Master?”
He stammered out, really afraid of what might be about to happen, when Ricochet
growled at him. “Silence.” He ordered, slipping one of those terrible rings to
keep his pet from overloading over his spike. He then tied a little bell right
behind the slightly bulbous tip with a piece of ribbon, making Meister look on
in confused curiosity.
Smirking at his curiosity out of the fearful faceplates, Ricochet chuckled
darkly. “It has come to my attention that all of the previous Decepticon pets
are gone… all of them have passed on.” He said with a little smirk as he looked
down at his even more frightened pet now, chuckling darkly. “But I realize that
I can now rent you out as a little pleasure bot… I'll be able to earn credits
for your services.”
Meister looked up at his master in fear, whimpering as he was made to sit up,
staring into the cruel optics of his master as Ricochet grabbed his faceplates
and forced him to look into his red optics. “Alright… You better behave in
public, because, if you don’t, I will be forced to punish you... You wouldn't
like that, now would you?” He asked with a taunting leer, the silver mech
looking away and shaking his helm quickly. “N-no master.” He whimpered.
Ricochet laughed loudly and smacked his face lightly before turning and pulling
a leash out of subspace, attaching it to his collar and giving him a little
rough jerk. “Come pet.” He ordered roughly as he led the silver mech to the
door.
Crawling on all fours, bell attached to his spike jingling intensely, Meister
blushed darkly at the sound as he followed his master as quickly as he could
out of the room and down the hall, Ricochet leading him towards the rec-room
where his comrades, if they could be called that, refuelled, joked and
sometimes even ended up fragging each other.
Once the door to the rec-room opened, Meister stayed behind his master's legs,
trembling violently when the talking died down and several pairs of red optics
turned onto them, the chatter immediately picking back up only being directed
at the black bot now as he stepped into the room and walked over to a table to
sit.
“You selling him, Ricochet?” Bulkhead demanded with a little smirk as he looked
over the naked mech appreciatively. “Or does he warm your berth too well?” He
added, making several of his comrades laugh.
Meister was so humiliated to be exposed, his interface panels having been
permanently removed, or more, ripped off, by Ricochet and Jazz, both mechs
claiming that he wouldn't need them again as well as the fact that they
preferred for him to always be ready to take a spike.
The silver pleasure mech cowered under the table at his master's black pedes,
whimpering softly as the bell jingled, giving the pedes a few little licks as
Ricochet smirked down at him.
“Not selling... Renting. How long has it been since you had a cute little
Decepticon warming your berths? Or sucking your spikes?” Ricochet asked with a
dark laugh as he reached beneath the table and pushed his thumb into Meister's
intake, the silver mech suckling on it immediately, blushing as he heard lewd
comments being made at the action. “He's well trained, top of the line...”
“Hold on!” A dark gray mech near the back growled as he looked at the small,
seemingly fragile mech at Ricochet's pedes with a smirk. “How much can he take?
I wouldn't want him to break on me.” He smirked as he slid his panel back so
that everyone in the room could see the massive ridged spike, limp between his
legs as he gave a little shake of his hips.
Ricochet's optics narrowed as he stared at the mech across the expanse, glaring
at Meister when he stopped suckling, the silver mech letting out a little
squeak when he was kicked, quickly beginning what he was doing before as he
listened to his master speaking. “He can take whatever you give him... You
damage him, you pay for it, Roader.” The black and red mech growled.
Roader laughed loudly. “I might break the little thing... pity... You should've
brought him to me before he was trained! I would've brought you back a little
pleasure bot worth your credits.” He leered. “My last one didn't survive
long... His spirit snapped, and then his neck.” He added as he looked over the
Decepticon pleasure mech, who was looking over at him with large optics as he
continued to suck on the digits of his owner. “I want a trial... Just a little
oral to see how good he is.” Roader announced now.
Meister's optics widened at the thought as he trembled violently, whimpering as
the thumb digit in his mouth was removed and a pede was used to push him out
from beneath the table. “M-Master... No, please.” He whispered, optics wide
with panic and fear as Ricochet only growled. “Don't talk unless I tell you to,
pleasure bot!” He snarled angrily. “And get over there and do what you were
made to do.” He added firmly. “Unless you prefer to be publicly punished?”
Shaking, Meister looked over at the massive gray mech, who was enjoying his
panic and fear as he was stroking his own spike, already so large that Meister
didn't want to see how big it would be when it was fully pressurized. “C'mon
little prostibot, my spike can't suck itself.” Roader taunted as the silver
mech crawled towards him, whimpering with each smack to his aft and jingle of
the bell tied to his spike until he was on all fours in front of Roader, the
big mech reaching down to grasp the back of his collar, pulling him until his
faceplates were flush against his spike. “Suck me off you little pleasure
mech!”
Offlining his optics, Meister wrapped his servos around the base and began to
squeeze it roughly, kneading it between his servos to get it to full erection,
giving the massive head a few little licks as he tried not to think about how
much each ridge of the spike between his servos would hurt. He whimpered at the
degrading comments being made by the Decepticon mechs around him.
“Look at his cute little spike bobbing around...”
“Aroused just by sucking...”
“Need help pleasure bot?”
“What? Scared it won't fit in your mouth?”
“Moan for us you little berth warmer!”
Meister onlined his optics at the rumbling laugh that Roader gave off and
looked up into the red optics as a large servo closed over the back of his helm
and forced him closer to the tip of the spike, the silver mech whimpering and
clenching his denta tightly as Roader used the tip of his spike to part his
soft lip components roughly. “Open... Don't force me to make you... Although I
would most enjoy to...” Roader smirked at him, roaring with laughter when his
lips parted a tiny bit. “Good mech.”
Whimpering as the head of the spike was pushed into his mouth, Meister tried
not to bite as he began to suck on it, letting out a little sob as he felt
Roader's cruel servo to the back of his helm pushing him down over the spike,
forcing him to take more and more until the first ridge was past his lips and
the silver mech was gagging as he tried not to think that there were a slagging
six more ridges!
“Enough! Meister, come.” Ricochet's voice ordered loudly from across the room,
Meister feeling relief fill him as Roader jerked him off of his spike, a trail
of oral lubricants following the path of his helm as it was moved from the
spike, Meister quickly crawling back to his master, giving off a little yelp
every time a mech slapped his aft or flicked his spike, whining as he felt one
mech give his neglected spike a little squeeze, and he paused to press down
into the touch, moaning at the wonderful feeling of having attention for his
forgotten spike before remembering that Ricochet had called for him, so he
quickly crawled forward until he was back at his master's pedes.
Ricochet growled softly and moved his own legs apart, pressing the silver
mech's faceplates against his pelvic plating, Meister immediately beginning to
suck, lick and kiss along the interface panel until he was pushed away. “Now...
Shall we talk business, Roader?” The black and red mech demanded, handing
Meister's leash to a gray and purple mech that the ex-Decepticon immediately
recognized as Ratchet before his owner looked around at other mechs in the
room. “You may look and touch, but no fragging or funny business.” He ordered
threateningly before getting up and moving over to where Roader sat, sitting
across from him.
Trying to follow his master, Meister whimpered and let out a little whine when
Ratchet jerked him back by the leash, cowering down at the medic's pedes as his
tormentors closed in on him, laughing and talking crudely.
His faceplates gripped roughly, Meister was forced to look up at Bulkhead, the
brown wrecker smirking down at him as he ran a thumb digit over his lips with a
chuckle. “Pretty little buy mech, aren't you?” He roared with laughter when
Meister growled and tried to bite him, Smokescreen, who was behind him,
slapping his aft and making him yelp and turn to look at him with a little
whine, feeling trapped. He didn't want to serve anyone but his masters, not
these mechs!
“Awww, does the little pleasure bot not like that?” He asked with a laugh as he
slammed a pede down between Meister's shoulders, pinning his upper body down as
IronHide smacked his aft several times, making him yelp and let out little
whining sobs to the amusement of those around him. “Noisy little thing, aren't
you?” The weapon's expert smirk as he smacked him once more, moving aside when
Arcee and Chromia moved up with little devious grins, Arcee rubbing his
smarting aft before forcing her thumb digit up his waste port, making him keen.
“Flip the berth warmer over for us.”
Smokescreen laughed and got off of his little victim, Meister rolling over on
his own, optics wide as Arcee straddled his waist, making heat pool in his
spike as it hardened to a painful extent, making the femme laugh as she slapped
his spike, making him whine as it bounced wildly for several moments and made
it's music.
“Oooooh, please.” Meister moaned as he felt Arcee's closed interface panel
grinding over his aroused spike, making him feel so needy since he hadn't
fragged for so terribly long with his spike in someone else's valve. “Ha! You
really are so degraded, aren't you?” Arcee taunted him as she reached down to
stroke his spike. “Beg me you little buy mech! Beg for my valve!”
Meister moaned loudly and tried to buck his hips, Wheeljack laughing and
pinning them down roughly as he whined, Chromia moving over and straddling his
face, valve open. “Eat me out, pleasure mech. And make it good.” She added
firmly, giving a little growl of pleasure as she felt his glossa flick over her
valve tentatively before trying to wriggle in, Chromia groaning softly as she
ground against his faceplates, making her silvery-pink lubricants smear over
his lip components, the weight on his faceplates making it difficult to do much
when they were suddenly lifted off.
Ricochet noticed what was happening and growled, his pede connecting with
Chromia's backstruts, sending her tumbling through the air while the black mech
rounded onto Arcee, his fist connecting with beneath her chin, sending her
flying up to hit the roof above them before crashing back down on top of
Meister, who pushed her off and immediately rolled back onto all fours,
cowering and whimpering as he looked up at Ratchet for help, the mech looking
bored... The medic tended to be more sadistic, enjoying pain play more than
boring old fights.
“Meister, you and I will discuss this later.” Meister's helm jerked to look up
at his owner with wide, terrified optics as he trembled violently, whining
softly as his leash was handed to Roader, who gave him a little jerk, dragging
him towards the door as he tried to scramble back to Roader, the ever present,
shaming sound of the bell making him snap. “M-Master! Please no! I'm so sorry!
I swear that I am!” He sobbed as Roader pulled him out of the rec-room and
dragged him down the hall, growling when the silver Decepticon tried to crawl
down the hall that led to his masters' room, jerking him down another before
opening a door and shoving him into the darkness.
Terrified, Meister whimpered as he looked around the darkness, shaking in fear
as a dim little light went on over a berth and he was grabbed by a pede,
dragged towards it as his digits scrambled to find purchase on the ground
beneath him before he was tossed onto the berth roughly on his front, Meister
quickly flipping onto his back, arms outstretched.
Roader gave a rumbling laugh as he smirked down at the little pleasure mech.
“Your servos won't help prevent anything.” He taunted as he dropped his weight
onto the smaller mech, whose arms did nothing in keeping him off, Meister
trying to turn his helm to keep it from getting pinned beneath the broad silver
chassis as he whimpered and began to struggle wildly in fear and panic that
quickly set into his ember and frame.
“Aw, little mech... So pretty.” His tormentor purred deeply as he carressed
Meister's faceplates roughly and then carressed the pouty little lips of the
prostibot, chuckling at the little whine his movements received as the silver
mech turned his faceplates away. “Ha! Playing hard to get, now are we?”
Meister struggled as his faceplates were forced up and he could do nothing but
stare into the cruel red optics above him before he felt his helm being
strapped in place and he keened. “No! P-Please! Don't d-do this! You can't!” He
pleaded in desperation as he tried to get away, Roader only smirking and moving
a little away so that Meister could see above them at a screen, the sight
making the silver mech gasp in horror... The screen was split into three
different views of him! One gave a perfect view of Roader's large aft and
Meister's valve, the other a shot from the side so that he would be able to see
the movements of the spike in him, and the last one a close up of his
faceplates...
Sobbing softly, Meister couldn't shake his helm now due to it being strapped in
place. “P-p-please.” He begged desperately as he felt something hot and
sticking against his bare abdomen, which, thanks to the screens above, he
didn't have to guess at what it was. “Y-You won't fit! Y-you're... Big.” He
whimpered softly, making Roader chuckle darkly. “Of course I'm big... And
you're tiny.” He answered as he reached a servo down between their bodies to
rub his aft and around his waste port. “You just have to loosen up like a good
little prostibot.”
Wanting so badly to curl up in the fetal position, Meister felt coolant in his
optics as he tried to push the big mech off, his servos not so much as budging
the bigger gray mech as he felt both of Roader's thumb digits press into his
waste port and yank the walls apart several times, making him let out a little
keen as he attempted to arch, the other mech's weight pinning him down and
preventing this action from taking place. “Argh! Please!” Meister cried out in
frustration as he felt the digits pressing in and pulling out in a rhythm, his
legs spread so wide the joints were straining.
Meister let out a little growling whine as he could only helplessly stare up at
the screens and watch his waste port stretching and straining as well as see
and feel the massive spike brushing over his abdomen and thighs. He growled
when he felt one of the digits pull out and Roader's right servo rubbed roughly
at the buldge in his abdominal plating, making fear flicker through his optics.
“Ah.” Roader smirked when he noticed the expression and continued to rub that
area of the pleasure bot's frame. “There's a little something going on here,
isn't there? That's why Ricochet was so insistent that I not use your little
valve, isn't it?” He taunted as he laughed. “Who's is it?”
Staring up at Roader in anger and fear, Meister whimpered. “I-I don't know.” He
answered, wincing at the howl of laughter the gray mech gave at his response.
“I never judge a mech that interfaces with mechs that he isn't bonded to... But
a mech can only be deemed as a true prostibot if he doesn't know who the
sparkling he carries belongs to.” He leered with a wide smirk, forcing four
digits from each servo into the pinned mech's waste port, prying the opening
wide and leaving it like that for several moments as Meister let out a scream
of pain, coolant filling his optics as he stared up at the obscene stretch on
the screen.
Meister watched as the head of the spike nudged past his exposed opening,
whimpering as he felt it push in until the first ridge was in, making him
squirm uncomfortably and tremble as it moved forwards again slowly until the
second slid home as well, the silver buy mech feeling condensation on his frame
as his joints screeched softly from the weight of the mech over top of him. “S-
s-stop!” He sobbed out, his voicebox glitching with static as he felt the third
ridge, then the forth and fifth, slide into his body, the screens giving him
the perfect view as his own spike nudged at Roader's abdominal plating, bell
still jingling it's terrible song.
Noticing the silver mech's distraction with the screens, Roader laughed and
smirked widely before gripping the slim hips in his black servos and jerked his
hips forward, ramming his spike all the way in, watching as Meister threw back
his helm and screamed, optics whiting out from the pain as he became a
quievering mess beneath him as he sobbed.
Meister stared up at the ugly, twisted grin on the lip components of Roader as
the bigger mech leaned down and kissed him roughly just as he began to pull his
spike out, the ridges catching on the dry walls of his port, making him let out
muffled sobs against Roader's lip components, the gray mech taking this as an
advantage to force his fat glossa between his lips and roam his mouth, Meister
trying to avoid his glossa with his own, whining when he felt his violator's
glossa rubbing against his own.
Staring up at the screens, Meister sobbed and moaned in the intermingled pain
and pleasure as he watched the massive spike, now covered in pre – transfluids
as well as the blue tint of energon, slide in and out of his body, listening to
the disgusting grunts of Roader as he thrust in and out of him, his pace
increasing in strength, getting harder, sharper, deeper and faster.
There was no pleasure in this for poor Meister, who could only bite his own lip
components and try to push through, his frame jolting and rubbing over the
surface of the berth as he was thrust into, screaming loudly in pain until his
voicebox offlined temporarily as a sick pop of his left hip joint coming out of
alignment sounded through the room... The silver mech could only open his mouth
in soundless sobbing and begging as he tried to scream for the massive mech to
stop, each crash of their hips causing terrible, white hot pain to shoot up his
frame from the dis aligned hip joint.
The rest of it all passed in a blur for Meister until he was pushed out of the
berth, painted in transfluid and shaking from shock, lips slightly parted as he
panted desperately for air, servos clenched tightly as he received an extremely
harsh slap to his aft, unable to do anything but twitch slightly and let out a
breathy groan that amused his tormentor. “Get out of here. I don't recharge
when a pleasure mech is in my berth.” Roader leered down at him.
Meister attempted to get up, but couldn't, his left leg not aggreeing with him
as he was forced to drag himself out of the room using his arms and upper body,
making it into the hall as he whimpered and sobbed, trying to get to Ricochet
before something worse happened.... But it seemed that Primus hated him when he
was grabbed by the collar and blindfolded, a gag getting forced into his mouth
as he felt two pairs of servos grab him under his arms and behind his knee
joints, lifting him up as he let out a strangled yelp from the pain it caused
his joints.
“Where do we do it? You know Ricochet won't appreciate us taking a free frag,
right?” The voice of Bulkhead reached his audios as he could only assume that
the second was Wheeljack, being proven right when the other mech spoke up from
his pedes. “Are you kidding? Ricochet thinks that ol' Roader would recharge
with him too... He's not expecting our little friend until next cycle.... We've
got a few joors to do what we want.”
Whimpering muffled by the gag and having no strength to struggle, Meister could
only be forced to comply as he was carried into a storage room, the door closed
as he was forced over a crate of energon, shaking as he kept his left pede off
the ground.
Meister felt servos feeling his body as he trembled, rough clawed digits
digging into the seam of his left hip, making him buck a little and gaining a
cruel chuckle from Wheeljack. “The little berth warmer seems to be too delicate
for ol' Roader. His hip's out of alignment.”
“Who cares?” Bulkhead hissed back. “So long as his port's good, let's take
him.” He answered, hips pressed flush against Meister's aft as he let out a
little whimper, giving a muffled yelp when he felt a whip hit his aft, making
him attempt to jerk his helm up, a servo slamming it back down and grinding his
faceplates against the crate he was leaning over, struggling as he was given
several more lashes, his tormentor only stopping when he ceased struggling. “He
is a quick learner, isn't he?” Bulkhead's sneer was perfectly read in his tone.
Meister stiffened when he heard the sound of an interface panel snapping open
and attempted to stand upright when he felt a big spike slide up his aft,
rubbing sensor nodes that had already been made raw from Roader's merciless
pounding, but Wheeljack lay across his backstruts, keeping him pinned as
Bulkhead began to ram up into him hard and deep, striking against his ceiling
nodes each time and earning muffled sounds from the poor pleasure mech that
clenched his optics shut tightly.
Joors passed until Bulkhead and Wheeljack seemed to sate themselves and they
stepped away from Meister, allowing him to fall down onto his back before he
rolled onto his side and curled up, sobbing softly as Wheeljack pulled a
handful of credits out of subspace and tossed them at him, the silver mech
shielding his faceplates as the coin-like pieces clattered and bounced over his
shaking frame. “Give Ricochet our compliments.” Bulkhead snarled before there
was a brief moment of dim light as both mechs left the storage room and Meister
alone in his grief.
Chapter End Notes
     Please tell me if this is less than satisfactory, and tell me if I
     messed up on some of the terms again!
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Meister is sparked, and in for more trouble with his masters.
Chapter Notes
     I haven't determined the genders of the bitties yet, and if I got
     anything wrong, in terms or anything, tell me so that I can fix them
     please! Thanks for reading! :D
Meister whimpered from within the little closet he was kept in whenever there
was no need to frag him... He had heard Ricochet get into a big argument with
Jazz and Prowl about how they had found him in the storage room after being
fragged by Bulkhead and Wheeljack, Ricochet claiming that Meister must've
wanted more pleasure than what he was getting, and had went to get bigger
spikes shoved up his needy little aft, which resulted in the silver mech
getting beaten by his other two masters. He had then been tossed into the
closet, only being handed empty energon cubes filled up with transfluids, that
even coming at rare times...He had lost track of how long he had been locked in
there, but Meister knew that it was a megacycle at the very least... His
abdomen was slightly swollen now, and he knew that he was carrying.
A keen found it's way out of his intake, and Meister froze, optics wide, but he
only heard shifting through the door when he pressed an audio against it, so he
keened again, continuing until he heard a muffled curse, stopping to listen
now.
"See what... damn... wants..."
"...me?.. Jazz.... Do it."
"Go now!... slagging.... hungry..."
Meister nuzzled at the door happily when he heard pedesteps approaching it,
whining softly until it opened and he fell out at Prowl's pedes, immediately
licking and kissing at the mech's pelvic plating. "Please, Master. I'm so
hungry." He begged needily.
Whimpering as his faceplates were pushed away roughly by Prowl's clawed servo,
Meister whimpered. "Lie on your backstruts pleasure bot." The gold and black
mech growled, and Meister quickly obeyed, whining slightly when Prowl straddled
his faceplates. "Open your slagging intake." Prowl snarled down at him,
shifting a little.
Flinching, Meister obeyed and opened his intake, Prowl setting over him, and
the silver Decepticon began to lick hopefully, trying to get something,
anything for his empty tanks, his nourishment coming sooner than later as his
intake was filled with something sild and foul smelling.... It didn't taste
good, but Meister was desperate to eat, so he quickly accepted it into his
intake, chewing a few times before forcing it down, faceplates scrunched up as
Prowl laught at him in amusement, watching the silver mech's faceplates.
Thesilver mech whined now as Prowl shifted his wieght. "What's this, hmmm?"
Meister felt the cold servo roughly pressing on his abdominal plating, but he
continued to lick at Prowl's waste port, where the taste lingered, and he gave
a few sucks as Prowl grunted, distracted now, but passing a little more waste,
this bit coming more slowly, but Meister nipped at Prowl's port as it was
spread by more solid waste, the silver bot opening his intake and allowing more
to slide into it. "Bitties...." Prowl murmured now, smirking. "So soon?"
Meister nodded meekly as he swallowed the newest 'food' he received, unsure of
what else to do now.
Prowl laughed and stood to shift back, tracing Meister's spike housing, making
the silver mech gasp and squirm, his panel snapping back and spike sliding out,
having been neglected so long that it was extremely sensitive.
The gold and black mech chuckled as he squeezed and rubbed the spike roughly,
making Meister feel such pleasure... But then Prowl stopped and he whined
needily, blue optics wide and dim with lustful needs.
Smirking, Prowl stood upright and pointed to the berth where Jazz and Ricochet
were. "Get up in the berth, pleasure bot.... You can take your pleasure from
them." He ordered, getting in beside Jazz, who was watching with a smirk as
Meister climbed up, trembling, waiting as Jazz shifted so that Meister could
reach his spike, which was ksmelling like Prowl and covered in dried
lubricants... He had been correct in thinking that he had heard his masters'
fragging earlier.
Carefully, Meister ran his glossa along the underside of Jazz's gray spike,
teasing the sweetspot he knew was there, nipping and sucking at the underside
carefully, helm twisted to the side in order to accomplish this, listening to
the purple mech's grunts and moans before he took the spike in both servos and
closed his mouth over the tip, feeling his own spike bob in need and his valve
slowly lubricate and clench desperately on air. "Master." He mumbled around the
spike.
Meister carefully watched the other two occupants, Prowl and Ricochet, wanting
to be careful to not lose sight of one so that they couldn't surprise him,
feeling unsettled when Prowl shifted around behind him, trying to follow his
movements with his optics, but now Jazz was holding onto his silver helm firmly
so that he couldn't move from the spike he was pleasuring, so meister took more
of the hard spike into his intake, feeling the tip of it nudging at the back.
Whining, Meister choked on the spike when he felt something wet sliding over
his aft, trying to jerk away, but he felt Prowl's servos tightly grip his hips,
so the poor pleasure bot tried to keep his focus on Jazz, sucking roughly as
well as swallowing and taking in the moans of his master, wanting to malke him
happy as he felt something snake into his valve, making him squirm and move his
knees apart wider to give Prowl more room to do whatever it was that he was
doing.
Prowl laughed from behind him and slipped his glossa out, licking at Meister's
swollen sac between his legs, smirking. "He's swollen so bad.... Neeedy little
pleasure bot." he laughed as he spat on Meister's aft, rubbing the oral
lubricants around the silver aft before pushing his spike past the outer folds
of the lubricated valve, slowly moving back and forth to work his way into the
slickened valve until he was fully sheathed in it, Jazz pushing Meister off of
his own spike as Prowl sat back slowly, his grip on the silver hips making sure
Meister followed.
Meister squirmed as gravity impaled him on Prowl's long spike, gasping as Prowl
hooked the silver knees over his own and spreading them wide so that Jazz could
get the perfect view of the stuffed valve.
Venting hard and leaning his helm back against Prowl's shoulder, Meister
gripped the black knee joints as Jazz's purple helm moved down to lick at the
place where Prowl's spike was sheatched in his valve, causing the silver
Decepticon to squirm. "Nhym! M-Master Ja-aahz!" He moaned out, his writhing
making Prowl's spike shift and rub more nodes. "Please! Hm-n-ah!" He gasped
out.
Jazz laughed. "Give me room." He ordered, Prowl shifting to lean back a little
more and spread his legs even wider.
Mesiter's optics were wide as he felt Jazz fit himself between the black and
silver legs, gasping as he felt the spike of the larger mech nudging against
his already full valve, whining softly as it began to push in alongside Prowl's
spike, Meister squirming desperately as the stretch began to burn.
"M-ah-ster! It's to-to... Mh-ngh!" He gasped. "Much! Ahm. hm. hm." He moaned
out as he was sat back up, forcing Jazz's spike to slide in and the let out a
soft sob of relief now that it was in, his overfull valve clenching desperately
as lubricants began to dribble out lazily.
Jazz laughed, the sound ending in a groan. "You're, ughm, fine!" He answered.
Meister growned loudly as the two mechs began to move at the same time, Meister
feeling like he was being fragged by a triple-changer.
Prowl moaned loudly into his pet's audios. "Hn! Ja-azz! Mmmm.... You're spike
is so-ah-hmmm! T-tight against m-mine!" He moaned, his purple mate smirking
widely at him. "You're such a pleasure bot, Prowl." He taunted, the black and
gold mech purring as he sucked on Meister's neck.
Panting hard, the over-filling of Meister's valve making his charge build up
faster as he writhed and squirmed desperately. "Oh Primus!" He moaned,
screaming loudly as overload rocked him to his core, his valve trying to
squeeze the two spikes, pulsating around it.
"Hnuh! Good mech." Jazz grunted, faceplates screwed up with pleasure as he
overloaded hard, his hot seed spurting deep into the straining valve, the heat
of it making Prowl overload with a whimpering moan, filling the stretched valve
as well, their transfluids intermingling with the lubricants to leak out and
puddle beneath their afts.
Meister panted and whined, drooling as he felt Jazz licking up the dribbling
oral fluids. "Get up pleasure bot! You still have to wake up Master Ricochet!"
Jazz smirked, rolling his hips and making Meister moan louder.
Forcing himself upwards, Meister let out a cry as the two spikes dragged along
his walls and he collapsed again, Jazz's red visor alighting in excitement at
being able to punish his pet.
Meister let out a sob tainted with loss and want when Jazz pulled loose and
grabbed his bobbing spike tightly, clapping it between his servos before
grabbing a clamp and putting it over the head, the pinching pressure was so
unbearably painful that Meister cried and struggled as Prowl pulled out and his
helm was pushed down against the berth, Jazz slapping his aft roughly as he
writhed.... As much as it hurt, Meister found himself loving it. "Ah! Master!"
He cried in pleasured glee.
"What pet? Tell me what you did wrong!" Jazz ordered as he continued to slap
the other mech's aft roughly.
"Ah! I-I disobeyed you!" Meister sobbed out, receiving a few more slaps before
Jazz stopped, smirking. "Are you going to be good?"
Meister nodded quickly.
"Then wake up Ricochet. I will punish you later." Jazz answered, standing
upright.
Hanging his helm like a whipped human dog, Meister crawled over to the dark
shape of Ricochet, kissing and licking at the black mech's pelvic plating
before fixing his full attention on the panel hiding his master's spike,
whining. He didn't notice the almost imperceptible spreading of legs or the
hear the difference in venting that signalled it's owner wasn't so much in
recharge any longer.
Meister pulled away a little when the panel opened, Prowl and Jazz both having
gone to the washracks to clean up, leaving him alone with Ricochet, so he
stared at the spike of his master for several moments, feeling love and
admiration for it's size and the look of it... This spike fed him and could
make him both feel happy and terrible depending on the mood it's owner was in.
It was so beautiful... A glossy black with several large ridges, the head
peppered with flecks of crimson. "So beautiful." Meister whispered as he gave
the semi-hard spike a small, loving lick. "I've been good master." He whimpered
at the mech he thought was still in recharge. "Oh master... I'm going to make
you so happy... I'm going to be a good pleasure bot for you!" He moaned between
licks, the spike seeming to harden and pressurize just from his words and he
took the tip in his mouth, trying to work his way down it, but went to pull
back up when he was about halway, but a heavy servo on the back of his helm
slowly pushed him down further and further until his lip components were flush
against Ricochet's pelvic plating, optics shut tightly as coolant squeezed out,
Ricochet holding him in place there before jerking him off.
Meister fell back onto his elbo joints as he panted, Ricochet's smirking
faceplates having his full attention. "Such a good mech, Meister. Now... Take
that silly little clamp off your spike and come here." His master ordered, the
silver mech nodding quickly and taking off the clamp before he crawled over to
his master slowly.
Ricochet smirked and grasped the silver arms of his Decepticon pet, pulling him
into his lap so that he was straddling his black hips and facing him.
Sitting silently, his spike squeezed tightly between their bodies, Meister
could feel Ricochet's rock-hard spike poking at his thigh as he gripped his
master's shoulders tightly, the black and red mech smirking before lifting the
silver mech up and positioning him over his spike before slowly letting gravity
and Meister's body weight impale him on the spike, growling before he snapped
his hips up to slap against Meister's, the silver mech arching into him and
crying out in pleasure. "Ride it, pleasure bot!" Ricochet growled, smirking as
he felt Meister slowly rolling his hips and moving up and down over the ridged
spike, panting.
Meister was always so terribly full when he interfaced with Ricochet, the
burning stretch a little painful but not unbearable, and he looked into the red
optics through his visor, whining softly as the ridges slid out then pushed
back into him.
Ricochet smirked and pressed a thumb digit into the willing intake, pushing in
the other as well. "What is it you're wanting, pleasure mech?" He asked as he
worked his right servo in little by little until it was all the way into the
silver mech's intake, the little mech sucking on it as the black Autobot forced
in his other servo, loving the way Meister squeezed his optics shut and had
stopped moving on his spike, the Autobot making a tsking sound and bucking his
hips. "Hm. What a bad little pet." He purred, a blurry optic opening beneath
the blue visor as a muffled whine came from behind his servos, making him
chuckle. "I didn't say to stop moving." He grinned as Meister tried to make
himself move, his movements slow and weak.
Chuckling, Ricochet pulled his servos out with a wet pop, a trail of oral
lubricants following as he began to thrust up into the silver Decepticon
roughly, wanting to ease the rock hardness of his pulsating spike.
Meister coughed a little as he continued to move until he found himself on his
backstruts, Ricochet forcing his pedes back on either side of his helm, ramming
into him, the new angle making Meister screech and sob with pleasure,
overloading suddenly so that his valve slammed down and squeezed Ricochet so
hard that he howled and overloaded, spurts of transfluid hitting Meister's
pleasure core so hard that it felt like it was being rammed with a spike.
Groaning softly, Meister panted as Ricochet slipped out of him and dropped his
pedes, but not before slapping his already sore aft a couple times. "I want
this place clean by the time I come back this nightcycle." He ordered, standing
up as his spike retracted into it's housing.
"Yes, Master." Meister nodded quickly, venting softly.
**********
Meister gagged around the throbbing spike in his intake, thrashing his helm
from side to side in an attempt to dislodge it from his intake, but the black,
clawed servos only tightened their grip on his helm, causing him to give a
muffled whine of pain.
"Take it pleasure bot!" Jazz snarled, the purple autobot thrusting in and out
of his victim's intake, trying to build up a charge to overload.
The obscene, wet sounds the swollen spike made moving in and out of the silver
mech's intake filled the silence alongside the disgusting grunts of the purple
mech as he moved over his victim.
Meister choked with each inward thrust as he tried to suck so that Jazz would
be made to overload faster, suddenly finding his faceplates being pushed away,
coughing and gasping, surprised that he had been allowed a reprieve before Jazz
had had his overload, unstanding when he was grabbed and forced over the berth,
struggling desperately. "Your mouth's no good for me right now." Jazz growled,
his heat infused frame covered in a light sheen of condensation.
It had become Meister's duty to clean up the berthroom whenever his master's
weren't around, a task that he had always finished on time, but today might not
be a day where he would be able to finish before Ricochet came back... Because
Jazz had stormed in, heat raging through his frame, needing a frag immediately,
and so Meister couldn't clean while his master was trying to get rid of his
heat... Which would mean that when Ricochet came back to find out he hadn't
finished, regardless of the reasons, he would be in more trouble than he could
care to think about.
"No! Please, Master! I'm too far along!" Meister begged as he felt his bitties
shift and kick at the sudden pressure against their living space, Meister being
uncomfortable lying on his swollen abdominal plating, whimpering. He didn't
know how many bitties he was carrying since he had never been taken to a medic,
but he knew that it was more than one. "Please! You'll hurt them!" Meister
cried as sharp, taloned digits grasped his faceplates hard enough to draw
energon and the silver bot was forced to look up into the red visor of his
master, trembling in fear.
"Then the little pleasure bots can suck my spike." Jazz snarled darkly in
response, smirking at how a trail of transfluids leaked from Meister's lip
components, releasing the silver mech's faceplates and vanishing behind him,
Meister still unable to move as a servo remained on the back of his helm,
gripping it tightly and keeping him bent over.
Meister whined as he felt sharp digits dig into the protoform of his aft,
squirming slightly as he gave a wince, whimpering when he felt two digits
wriggle into his soft valve, shifting slightly as he grimaced, finding little
pleasure in the overly-warm touch of his heat-ridden master.
Jazz smirked widely as he watched the valve lips flutter slightly around his
digits. "Mmmmm~ You look as good as usual." He growled pleasurably, scissoring
his digits and chuckling at the soft keen it illicited from his pet. "And to
think that soon enough I'll have another little pet to train how to suck my
spike and take it in it's little valve! The little bastard will eat only
transfluids." He added, giving a sharp thrust and twisting of his digits.
"Perhaps if you're a good mech, Meister, I'll allow you to stay with your
bitties, so that you won't be separated. Would you like that?" He asked.
"Ye-ngh! M-Master!" The blue-veisored pleasure bot groaned as his doorwings
were tugged, shaking with anticipation.
Jazz hummed at the way his pleasurebot squirmed as he pushed his digits in
deeper, trying to hold back his heat for now just to taunt the other mech...
Besides, it would be better for himself if Meister was properly aroused, easier
to get some overloads. "Hmm~ Still dry~" He purred into the silver mech's
audios. "Is master's touch not good enough for you?" Jazz asked in a cold tone.
"Perhaps you want to be taken dry?" He smirked as he gripped the lithe silver
hips and pressed his throbbing spike against the hot, exposed valve, drawing
pleasure from the fearful whimper his actions dragged out of the smaller mech.
Meister's optics were wide behind his visor as he felt a rocking movement,
gasping softly as his valve's outer lips were parted just by the head of the
others' spike, gasping a little when it was pulled loose again... Then there
was a flash of pleasured pain that made Meister arch and cry out as Jazz jerked
his hips forwards and buried his spike into the hilt, sac pressed tightly
against Meister's aft as the silver bot writhed from the sudden, painful
intrusion, lubricating a little as his frame kicked into motion.
Wasting no time, Jazz purred and rubbed the silver hips before he began to
move, going to lose himself quickly due to his heat, and he began to slam away
at the valve of his pet.
Meister just lay there on his front and took it like a good pet, nearly
unconscious, warm rivulets of lubricants running down the insides of his
thighs, moaning as he shut his optics tightly, clutching at the berth beneath
him as he felt his sparklings kick... To think that he would be punished for
this later....
*******
Meister's entire frame rocked as he was still fragged by Jazz, feeling so tired
when Jazz was suddenly pulled away, making the silver mech cry out when the
spike slipped out of him suddenly, shaking as he looked over his shoulders to
watch as Ricochet tossed Jazz across the room. "Get out. I'm going to use him
now." He said with a smirk, Meister whining softly as Jazz growled, standing.
"I was using him first!"
Rolling his optics as he watched, Meister knew by the tone Ricochet had used
easily signalled that the bigger mech was angry, and Jazz shouldn't challenge
him.
"Go and use Prowl or someone else for your heat!" Ricochet snapped roughly.
"Right now, Meister didn't finish his work, and now he's going to get
punished." He stated, turning and glaring at Meister, who shrank back from the
look and avoided his optics, whimpering softly as Jazz shouted curses before he
turned and left, not bothering to even try to be half-decent before leaving the
room.
Meister tried to straighten, but Ricochet slapped his aft. "You'll stay there
until I say that you can get up." He answered roughly, the silver mech nodding
quickly as he waited, listening to chains rattle before he was jerked over by
the collar, his knees and elbow joints being chained together, then his ankles
joints to his thighs, shaking as a short lead went through all of these to
attach to his collar, then the roof, Ricochet hauling him up and fastening him
in the air like that, helpless against whatever would come.
"You were a bad mech, Meister. Not doing as master said. Do you want me to let
you keep your bitties?" Ricochet asked as he got out an electro-whip, making
the silver Decepticon sob in dispair as well as discomfort, trembling in his
bonds when he was suddenly whipped over the spike, screaming and bucking in the
chains. "Yes Master! I'm sorry Master!" He sobbed in pain at another lash that
landed across his exposed aft. "I was only obeying master Jazz!" He whimpered
before arching from a third lash.
"What did I tell you about listening to the other masters, Meister?" Ricochet
asked coldly, landing another two whip marks over the mech's bound legs and
arms. "What did I tell you?"
Meister sobbed and writhed, uncomfortable when positioned like this with his
abdomen swollen with bitties. "T-That I always obey y-you first Master R-
Ricochet." He stuttered out, coolant leaking from his optics and down his
faceplates. "B-But I'm not strong enough t-to... AH! AhHAAAH!" He screamed when
Ricochet shook his helm and whipped him for several clicks before stopping,
tossing the whip away and lining his spike up for Meister's valve.
Optics widening, Meister trembled in his bonds as the spike suddenly rammed
into the space between his legs, taking his primary valve roughly, the mech
moaning and writhing as he felt Ricochet grasp the chain holding him to the
roof in one servo to hold him steady, and begin to pound away at his valve.
Fear filled Meister... While he had been fragging with Jazz, he had been sure
that the mech's steel-capped spike had ripped through his gestation chambers,
because he had been leaking a lot of fluids that were almost watery in a sense,
and he had brought it up, but Jazz had just laughed at him and said it wasn't
possible, but now Meister was sure that it had been ripped because he felt
contractions in his lower body, which slowly began to escalate with the
fragging he was getting, the position he was in not at all helping things.
"M-Master! Master Ricochet! The-the..." He yelped when he was slapped across
the faceplates. "Shut up pleasure bot! You're not allowed to complain." He
snarled, Meister's optics wide behind his visor as he trembled, unsure about
what was going to happen now... If he was delivering the bitties now then what
was he supposed to do??
It felt like joors had passed, but in reality, it had only been about a joor
and a half when he felt the first bittie moving out, sobbing and howling in
pain just like he had been for the whole time he was getting fragged.
Ricochet frowned when his spike bumped against something inside of his pet's
valve, and he shrugged it off at first, continuing to frag his pet roughly when
his pet's valve suddenly seemed to get smaller and smaller, growling as he
pulled his spike out and crouched in front of him, prying his valve lips apart
to look inside, growling when he saw what looked to be the helm of a bittie,
snarling as he stood upright. "You little glitch! Did I say that you could
deliver your bitties right now?" He demanded in anger, picking up the whip and
beginning to lash out at his pet.
Meister sobbed and tried to protest as he felt the fragging continue, then he
was suddenly being whipped as the first bittie made it's entrance into the
universe, dropping down the small distance to land on the ground, where it
began to shriek at the top of it's voicebox, Meister straining to get loose or
see it as he was being lashed. "M-Master! Please!" He begged, shaking as
Ricochet finally stopped, snarling as he leaned down and snatched up the
sparkling, roughly placing it on the berth, then he unchained Meister, kicking
him. "You deliver them yourself. You're getting no help." He snapped, turning
on his pede and leaving, the door locking behind him.
Whimpering in pain, Meister wanted to see his crying bittie, but he had to get
the other bittie out now. He whined as he got up on his knee joints and he
rocked back and forth on the berth, sobbing softly as clicks passed, the
contractions forcing out the next sparkling, this one dropping out easily onto
the berth, whimpering as the cold hit it, and then Meister thought he was done,
but the contractions continued until he got out a third bittie, lying on his
front and sobbing softly in relief.
Finally, the combined cries and whimpers of the bitties forced Meister to heed
them as he rolled onto all fours and gathered the three bitties to himself,
wanting to feed them but not knowing how or with what. He stared at them and
listened to their weak cries... They were all very small and fragile seeming,
the one that was born first was dark purple, with silver markings, one optic
cracked and it's voicebox glitched every few moments, most likely from the
damage created by Ricochet fragging it's helm.
The second sparkling was black and gold with a blue visor, and the last one,
which was the biggest and best looking was black, red and silver, one red optic
and one blue.
Meister gathered the bitties close to his chassis as he fell into recharge,
exhausted and tired.... Wanting nothing more than to rest.
***** The Bitties *****
Chapter Summary
     Meister has finally given birth to three bitties, one for each of his
     masters. Due to the rough interface that he had been subjected to
     directly before delivering them, one of them is glitched, although
     Ricochet will refuse to take responsibility for it, and claims the
     best of the sparklings for himself.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry about this next chapter taking so long, but I finally got a
     laptop, and I just have to remember to catch up on all of my stories.
     >
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Meister onlined when he heard the door open, jerking a little bit as he pulled
his bitties closer to his frame and whimpered as his three masters approached
the berth he was lying on, the silver Decepticon sore and tired, afraid of
their sudden appearance.
Ricochet leered down at the cowering mech and pushed him back from the bitties,
optics flicking over them silently before landing on the biggest sparkling and
picking it up carelessly, causing it to squeak softly in his harsh grip as he
lifted it up and opened it's panels, smirking. "What do you know... Our little
pet just so happened to have a FEMME!" He laughed softly as Meister whined
again, watching with wide optics from behind his visor as they inspected the
sparkling, not liking it at all the way they were handling his precious
bitties, but he remained still and watched helplessly.
Moving closer to the berth, Jazz snorted when he saw that the purple sparkling
was glitching, every few cries it gave becoming slightly staticy as he tried to
move, movements jerky. "What with this little glitch?" He growled, carelessly
shifting the sparkling aside, Meister grabbing onto it and drawing it close to
his chassis before it could fall of the berth, venting softly as he watched
Jazz pick up the black and gold mechling with the blue visor. "This one's
mine... Prowl can have the glitched one." He added.
"What? That's not fair! I should have the one that's coloured after me!" Prowl
cried, approaching the other mech angrily, but Jazz just shoved him back.
"Complain to Meister about him giving you a glitched bittie." He answered
harshly, Meister whimpering when Prowl turned to face him, red visor darkened
with rage and he pressed back against the wall. "I-It wasn't my fault, Master
P-Prowl." He whimpered softly.
Prowl growled and backhanded Meister across the faceplates, causing the silver
mech to yelp and cringe away from his master fear clear on his faceplates.
"Please M-Master! I didn't do it! I couldn't have prevented that! Please no
master!" He begged as he scrambled backwards over the berth, afraid of the mech
before him and unsure of what else he could do to defend himself from
Ricochet's accusations, the cruel Autobot obviously not going to take any sort
of responsibility for the damaging of an otherwise healthy sparkling.
Eventually though, the combined whimpers, clicks and cries of the sparklings
caused the three masters to growl and glare at the decepticon, who whimpered
and stared down at the berth between his legs, helpless to whatever else they
would want to subject him to, trembling.
"Why are the little slagger's crying?" Ricochet snapped at the mech, who shook
under his gaze. "I-I don't know master... They might b-be hungry, but I didn't
know if I sh-should without y-your permission." He answered meekly, daring to
glance up into red optics before casting his gaze back down again, tense as he
waited for some sort of verbal or physical abuse from the larger mech,
surprised when he heard a soft hum and then the touch, firm but not at all
painful, of Ricochet's servo as the mech stroked his helm and then tilted his
faceplates up, smirking down at him. "Good mech, Meister." He purred down at
the mech, the silver Decepticon feeling a thrill of pleasure run through him at
the praise as Ricochet set the femmeling bittie down beside him and he pulled
it in close, purring under his master's touch and even giving a dirty moan when
his aft was smacked. "You're a good pleasure bot.... Learning to wait for me to
give you permission. Not only that, but giving master a nice femme bittie." He
purred at the mech, who purred as Jazz just scoffed and dumped his own
sparkling down beside the femme, Meister whining when it chirped softly in
distress.
"Whatever. I'm just gonna call this stupid little mech Glitch." Prowl answered,
pushing the sparkling into Meister's arms, the other mech quick to take the
sparkling and gently add it to his brood as Jazz and RIcochet remained in the
room while Prowl stalked off.
"Don't just sit there Meister.~" Jazz purred at the mech, red visor dimming a
bit as he studied the mech. "Feed your bitties just as your masters feed you."
He smirked as Meister nodded and moved to obey. It would be awkward, but he
knew that he had to be good, not only for himself and his bitties, but for his
masters. He shifted and picked up the femme bittie first, cradling her in close
to his chassis before kneading and rubbing his spike with one servo, holding
the sparkling close as he worked himself up to full pressurization and then
longer still as he tried to build up a charge, stopping only when Ricochet
growled lowly. “Let her suckle, Meister.” He ordered.
Pausing only for a moment, Meister slowly obeyed as he removed his servo from
around his spike and he held the bittie carefully as he lay on his side and
carefully positioned her to his spike, watching as he crying died away to
whimpering as she took the spike between her lips and began to suckle, only
able to fit part of the spike head into her tiny mouth, so Meister continued to
rub and knead his spike to try and get his overload so that he could feed the
other two sparklings.
“Good pet.” Jazz crooned as he watched, humming softly, almost tempted to have
one of the bitty mechs suckle on his spike like that, shuddering at the imagery
that it caused for him but he held back. Maybe later, when they weren’t
educating their pet in how to care for his little pleasure bots he delivered.
He hummed softly. “Make sure that she drinks it all.” He added.
Ricochet stood off a bit from Jazz, watching Meister rub at his spike and let
out little vents and groans at the tiny, desperate sucks that came from his
creation, deriving in perverse pleasure from the erotic scene of a carrier mech
trying to fuel his bitty with transfluids… Although he himself had done no
different to Meister for the time he had been with them, and would continue
doing so until he offlined… But then, by then, they’d have quite a few little
pleasure bots.”
“Good Meister… Feed her those dirty transfluids of yours… Make her love the
taste, as that’s all she’ll be having.” He purred, finding himself wishing that
he could spark the femme up as well, but knew that that would be nearly
impossible with her immaturity, and he would have to wait for a few years, but
then he shrugged the feeling off. He could take her anyways. She belonged to
him to do as he pleased.
Meister finally finished feeding all three bitties, though they didn’t at all
seem too happy about what they had been given, their crying dying away to
little mewls and clicks as Ricochet picked up the femme and felt her frame,
completely aware of the blue visored gaze watching his every move worriedly,
loving it as it felt even more arousing that way. “Now you just relax Meister.”
He purred at the mech. “Myself and little Node are going to get acquianted.” He
purred as he sat down on the edge of the berth and pushed the whining silver
mech aside, watching as he gathered his remaining bitties close, and put up
little resistance as Jazz claimed his own, which was quickly dubbed ‘Spike’.
Ricochet felt over the tiny frame in his grasp and knew that he most likely
wouldn’t be able to do much with her due to her size… But, so long as one was
creative, he could do a lot.~ “Well, let’s get started.” He purred at the
whining and chirping bittie, his digits moving down to the panel between her
legs, easily pealing it off and ignoring the frightened cries of the femmeling
as he ran a digit along the outer folds of her valve. “I’m going to enjoy
this.”
Chapter End Notes
     Please let me know if I made any mistakes in the TF terms! And I hope
     you enjoyed it! :)
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     The bitties are a little bit older now, and are dropped off along
     with their carrier at the medbay, where more humiliation and pain
     await them at the servos of Ratchet.
Chapter Notes
     This is honestly one of the chapters I had the most fun writing.
     Please enjoy, and please let me know if I made any mistakes in terms
     so that I can fix them! :D <3 Thanks for reading!!
     EXTREMELY TWISTED AND DARK!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
     Genital Torture, Mutilation, Etc.
Meister walked in front of his master meekly, glancing back every few moments
whenever he heard a whimper come from one of his little creations, three sets
of optics peeking out at him from between the energon bars of a carrier cage.
“Keep moving!” Ricochet growled, smacking the silver Decepticon’s aft, making
Meister whine and move again, making his way through the halls at the direction
of his master, not wanting any more harm to come to him or to his creations, as
he was directed to finally turn into a room, the silver mech immediately
becoming upset and restless when he realized that it was the medbay… Although
calling it a medbay was an overstatement… It actually looked like some sort of
torture room, unclean with spilled energon and other fluids all over the place,
as well as cruel looking tools all over the room, scattered here and there.
Ricochet moved into the room behind him and shoved his pet forwards, rolling
his optics in annoyance as he watched Meister stumble against the berth and
remain there, bent over the berth and his faceplates in his arms, trembling.
“Get up you little slagger!” He snapped at the mech, smirking in approval as
Meister scrambled to obey him, optics wide.
Meister looked around and stood, averting his blue optics from his master’s as
he listened carefully to the instructions. “You stay right here with your damn
bitties. You’re getting a check up and some… Upgrades.” He smirked at the mech
before turning around and stalking off, leaving the carrier for the three
sparklings on the berth, Meister next to them and unsure if he was allowed to
open it.
“Welcome to my medbay.” A cold, cruel voice that sounded like it had a tint of
sadistic amusement murmured from behind him and Meister quickly turned, optics
wide when he saw Ratchet enter the medbay, the black and orange mech laughing
lewdly at the sight of the frightened mech before pointing at his pedes. “Get
down and come here.” He ordered.
Frozen, Meister looked around desperately for the demands of his master before
Ratchet spoke again. “Rico said that if you gave me trouble, to tell him, and
he’ll kill your bitties.” The medic smirked, the silver mech quickly lowering
himself down onto all fours and crawling over to the medic before placing his
forehelm on the pede of the medic, who hummed in approval.
Ratchet loved to watch mechs grovel in front of him… It made it so much more
fun… Although he did prefer a fight now and again. He reached down and grabbed
the mech’s collar, ignoring his whimper and dragging him over to a ring in the
wall, chaining the mech there before approaching the carrier that was meant
really for cyberfox’s and not three little Cybertronians, ignoring the
distressed whimpering and keening of the mech behind him. “Hush now. Or else
I’ll tell Rico you were misbehaved.” Ratchet ordered without even turning
around, opening up the carrier and reaching in, dragging out Glitch.
The small little mechling trembled, his whimpers cutting off into a series of
little bouts of static from his glitch, his left optic flickering and amusing
the large black and orange mech as he dropped it onto a medical berth on it’s
back, ignoring it’s yelp before he strapped down its little wrists and pedes,
the sparkling squirming and whimpering.
“Mmm~” Ratchet hummed to himself as he trailed a sharp digit down the soft
little protoform, stopping at the codpiece. “I just love it when the little
ones squirm.” He purred out, optics dim with lust. “I’m guessing that this one
is Prowl’s… Which means…” The medic flicked the left doorwing of the sparkling,
chuckling when the mechling gasped and arched slightly. “Beautiful.”
Meister was as close as he could be, optics wide. “Wh-what are you going to do
t-to him?” He asked, clear fear and worry in his blue optics as the medic
turned and smirked at him, something that Meister immediately suspected wasn’t
good.
“Why, only what your master’s told me to. Some new coding, for both them and
yourself. Upgrades… Even some decorations.” He murmured as he peeled off
Glitch’s codpiece, ignoring the little mech’s whimpers and tears as his voice
box gave off static from the slight pain he felt, making Ratchet laugh
sadistically as he trailed a digit down the length of the tiny member, watching
it twitch with cruel, greedy optics. "Such a tiny little spike... Too bad Prowl
doesn’t want it anymore.” He murmured.
Glitch’s optics were wide as he watched the black digit trail down his little
spike and he tried to press his hips down into the berth, but yelped when the
medic grasped his spike and gave it a rough yank, the sparkling bucking his
hips and trying to pull his legs loose desperately, all to the medic’s
amusment.
Meister couldn’t see what was happening now since the black and orange frame
was blocking his view, but he could hear the sounds of Glitch screaming, and
then static from the little mech before Ratchet turned around and smirked at
the silver decepticon, holding out the sac and spike of his sparkling, causing
Meister to break down sobbing as he listened to the pained chirps and clicks of
his little creation, optics wide. “Wh-Why did you do that?? Why couldn’t you
just put him in stasis??” He sobbed out, trembling from where he lay on his
front now.
Laughing cruelly, Ratchet shrugged. “Prowl said that he wanted the little femme
mech to feel everything. So he will get the new coding last of all.” He
answered, turning back around and working on welding the sparkling’s wounds
shut before he moved to rub the edges of the wings roughly, causing the
sparkling to overload from the overwhelming sensations of pain and pleasure,
Ratchet howling with laughter. “Such a needy little thing. I can bet that he’ll
enjoy everything I do to him today.” The mech hummed.
Glitch trembled from both pain and the sudden, unwelcome overload, optics dim
and his door wings twitching every few moments as Ratchet moved over him with a
little box, putting the box on the table underneath the sparkling, pulling out
ten little rings.
“Wh-What are those for??” Meister demanded from his corner, Ratchet laughing.
“Piercings. Prowl, being a Praxian just like his little Glitch here, knows the
sensitivity of doorwings… This little guy will never overload harder than I
will make him now.” He growled lowly with lustful desires that bordered on
sadistic.
Glitch was venting hard as he felt the first piercing go in, arching and crying
out, optic flickering again as he felt five piercings go into either wing,
gasping and writhing with neediness, the medic taking this chance of flipping
the disoriented sparkling over onto his stomach, attaching his collar to a ring
directly below him so that he wouldn’t be able to move his helm, and then
attached his servos to his collar, putting a spreader bar between the
sparkling’s knee joints.
“What a lovely little pleasure bot.” Ratchet purred as he studied the sparkling
before reaching out and roughly peeling off the sparkling’s valve cover to look
at the virgin valve, sticking two digits up it and howling with laughter.
“Still a little virgin? Prowl’s not taken advantage yet?” HE demanded, looking
over at Meister, who whimpered. “P-Prowl doesn’t l-like him… He wants him f-
fixed before he does anything… His glitch f-fixed.” He added quickly, not
wanting the medic to get the wrong idea.
“Humph.” The medic snorted at that thought. “The moment you delivered him, he
would’ve been acquainted with my little friend.” The Autobot responded with a
smirk, letting his spike housing open, his fat, hard spike slipping out between
his legs and dripping pre-transfluids onto the ground, making Meister cringe.
Ratchet pressed an hidden button that released Meister’s chain from the wall.
“If you want me to do this faster, you’ll come over here and use your mouth for
something besides useless questions!” He growled, the silver mech whining and
slowly crawling over until he was on his knees in front of Ratchet, staring at
the fat spike before his helm was tightly gripped and the spike smacked him
across the face. “You like spikes don’t you? You’d frag yourself on a dead
drone if you could, wouldn’t you?” The medic taunted as he rubbed the head over
Meister’s lips and across his faceplates, leaving sticky trails as Meister
remained silent and just kept his mouth open, Ratchet finally gripping his helm
and thrusting his spike into the wet heat, growling. “Now you suck it while I
finish your damn little sireless glitches.” He ordered.
Gagging, Meister tried to accept the fat girth into his intake as he whimpered
softly, earning sharp jab from the spike bumping against the back of his intake
roughly, gagging again as he shut his optics tightly and felt optical
lubricants dribble from the corners of his optics as he forced himself to bite
back a sob.
Glitch was whimpering and squirming where he was, in obvious pain while Ratchet
ignored his pain and began to welt his wounds shut in place of his spike, which
was set aside for reasons unknown to all but Ratchet and perhaps his masters.
Meister could see very little from where he was, watching as his sparkling was
flipped over and a tool shoved into his valve until it bumped against the seal,
earning a squeal of pain from Glitch, the sparkling writhing and trying to pull
away, but a heavy servo on the back of his helm holding him in place.
Humming softly to himself, fully enjoying his current work, as he cranked the
tool open, spreading the valve walls and opening it until it was obscenely
wide, the medic making incisions in the valve walls as he began to make
implants and place them under the soft mesh of the valve, groaning softly as he
felt the rough sucks of Meister, the silver mech on his knees and craning his
neck to try and suck the medic off well enough to please him.
Ratchet worked quickly, skilled digits moving rapidly as he implanted small
rollers into the sparkling’s valve walls and closing the incisions, the rollers
would serve as a rough massage the spike of the mech’s that take him. “I would
have to demand that I try this.” Ratchet purred, smirking as he picked up
Glitch and strapped him down on his backstruts, spread eagled, a spreader bar
between his ankles as he ran his servos along the mechling’s door wings.
Glitch gasped, optics wide as his backstruts were rubbed roughly, squirming.
His sire was a praxian, so he had inherited the innate sensitivity of Praxian
doorwings and he moaned softly, making the medic snort as he placed another box
beside the sparkling, pulling out a special gun and placing a piercing into it,
piercing the sparkling’s doorwing, making Glitch writhe and buck, crying out
with overwhelming pleasure that masked out the pain as he struggled, another
piercing going into his wing until there were five on either side, before the
medic moved to his valve.
Meister whimpered with each piercing that he heard go into his sparkling,
optics wide as he listened to his little sparkling, the only one that had
retained his innocence until today, was forced into an overload through the
pleasure caused by the piercings to his doorwings, making him shut his optics
and try to block out the sounds.
Amusement filled Ratchet when he realized that the sparkling had overloaded,
chuckling at the way the sparkling lay still besides the occasional twitch as
he rode out the overload, the medic rolling his optics and shaking his helm
with a cruel laugh before he put two piercings in the mechling’s valve, both so
that no matter how he lay, sat or walked, they would irritate and tease his
external sensor node.
Meister yelped when he was pushed off of the medic’s spike, falling back onto
his elbow joints as he watched the medic move Glitch over to another gurney,
connecting a wire to his helm and moving over to a console, typing for a few
moments before the machosism coding began to download, as well as the pleasure
bot coding, forcing Glitch into temporary stasis lock.
Ratchet worked rapidly on the sparkling as the downloads took place, opening
him up and transplanting a second gestation chamber into the mechling before
closing him up and moving back to the carrier, pulling Node out next, the
femmeling squirming in his grasp, optics wide as she was carried over to a
chair, Meister following on all fours before the medic growled at him, causing
him to stop. “You just stay where you slagging are before I nail you there.” He
growled lowly, causing Meister to stop where he was now.
Smirking, Ratchet lifted the femmeling over his still-hard spike, slowly
lowering her until the tip was at her uncovered valve, slowly pushing her down
before letting gravity and her own squirming force her down over him, making
him grunt. “No wonder she’s Rico’s favourite.” He growled with pleasure,
grabbing her hips and forcing her up and down roughly to drive himself to an
overload.
Node arched and cried out. “P-Please! M-Master will be-ah! Mad!” She pleaded
desperately as she was forced down over the mech over and over again, each time
her aft smacked against the other mech’s pelvic plating, making her gasp as her
abdomen plating bulged out from how deep he was and her pleasure core was
struck over and over again as she could only writhe over the fat spike, tears
in her optics as she thought about just how much trouble she would be in when
her master found out.
The femmeling cried out when the medic slammed against her pleasure core,
forcing her into overload, her valve trying to clench on his spike, but could
only weakly squeeze it as Ratchet slammed in and out of her before pushing her
off of his lap onto the ground, overloading all over her trembling frame,
thick, hot strings of transfluids painting over her as the medic vented in
sated satisfaction, smirking down at her. “Now you get up you little pleasure
bot, and you thank me.” He ordered, Node trembling as she shut her optics and
crawled over to him, placing a kiss to his pede. “Th-thank you.” She whimpered.
Smirking, Ratchet slammed a pede down on her backstruts, forcing her onto the
ground with a yelp. “Thank you what?” He asked her, making Node let out a tiny
sob. “Th-thank you s-sir.” She forced out, not wanting to refer to him as
‘master’ since that would only get her in more trouble than she already would
be.
Ratchet laughed loudly as he watched the femme try to submit, but not enough to
get into trouble. “No… Keep going.” He ordered her, pede grinding down on her
and making her whimper. “Th-thank you master.” She choked out, venting softly
in relief when Ratchet lifted his pede off and leaned over, picking her up and
dumping her on the berth, setting to work on piercing her protoform, external
sensor node, nipples, and various other areas of her frame before he put
another gestation chambers in her and put her into temporary stasis to start
the download beside her brother.
The last mechling, Spike, was both given and forced to give oral stimulation,
Meister only able to watch helplessly as his last sparkling was pierced through
his spike and sac, nose and lip, external node, and had a transplantation of a
second gestation chamber, a chastity cage fit over his spike and sac, with oral
commands from Jazz being the only way to unlock it.
Meister was still as he watched the medic put Spike under temporary stasis lock
to commence downloads, then fitting each sparkling with collars, and then took
the spike of Glitch to the other side of the room and worked on it, for
whatever sick, twisted desires he was fulfilling for one of his masters.
Finally, just as Meister was about to doze off on the floor, he felt his collar
get jerked and he whined, being dragged over to the medbay berth and forced
onto it, being strapped down and could only look up at the leering medic.
“Now that those little two credit pleasure bots are done, we just have to
finish you.” The medic purred, Meister wincing when the cruel servos touched
his faceplates and then he felt the cold steel tool being pushed up his valve
and cranked open, making him gasp as his valve tried to dispel the steely
intrusion. “First the piercings and valve mods. Spike mods… Chastity cage. Then
the coding.” The medic announced, making Meister shrink back at each upgrade
that he was being informed of.
Meister cried out when the medic roughly grabbed his lower lip component and
shoved a piercing through it, capping it. The silver mech didn’t even have time
to recover when he felt his spike being gripped and something being forced into
it, making him cry out and try to jerk his pedes free to kick the cruel medic
away, desperation as the pain moved from his spike to his sac, helpless as the
chastity cage was locked over his spike and sac so that he wouldn’t be able to
touch it. He then felt a thumb digit stroke over his external sensor node,
making him freeze and open his mouth to beg. “No-!” He screamed when the
piercing was forced into the pulsing node, the silver mech beginning to realize
just how sadistic the medic was as incisions were made in his valve, the mech
just slumping and sobbing softly.
Knowing that he couldn’t do anything to the medic to make him stop, Meister
just shut his optics and tried to think back to when he had known Ratchet as a
grumpy, but skilled medic, who always made sure that his patients were in as
little pain as he could possibly manage… When the Autobots were good and
Decepticons were evil, even if not as evil as these Autobots were, and he let
out a broken sob, clenching his servos. He couldn’t even try to think of Prowl…
The mech he had honestly loved, but now only abused him and made him hurt as
much as he possibly could.
Ratchet was amused as he looked down at the mech, laughing at his broken sobs,
although he was slightly curious what he was thinking about… Because those were
not the sobs and cries of a mech in physical pain, but emotional and mental,
making the medic roll his optics. “You definitely are the weaker of the three.”
He hissed into the silver audio before opening the mech’s diagnostic port and
forcing him into temporary stasis.
****************
Prowl made his way to the medbay, smirking as he entered to see Ratchet bent
over Meister, working away at whatever it was that he had been told to do to
the other mech, the black and gold mech stepping up beside the medic and
leering down at the relaxed faceplates of his whore. “Where’s my stupid waste
of scrap metal?” He demanded after a moment, Ratchet grunting and motioning
over to the berth towards the left side. “He’s over there. Just unplug him and
take him out. His…. ‘Toy’ is in the box beside him.”
Grunting, Prowl made his way over to the little mechling, pulling the cords out
of him carelessly, picking up the box and subspacing it, then grabbing the
mechling and roughly lifting him up into his arms, leaving the medbay without
another thought, heading back to his berthroom.
Glitch onlined slowly, slightly disoriented as he was carried through the
halls, feeling different and the foreign coding that had finally integrated
into his processor hummed softly as he went to move, immediately stopping when
he saw Prowl carrying him into the berthroom, the door shutting and locking
behind them. He whimpered softly as his master dropped him carelessly onto the
berth, smirking at the trembling mass of sparkling.
“Well don’t you look like the perfect pleasure bot now?” Prowl’s voice leered
at the small sparkling, who trembled and gasped softly when he felt a sharp tug
on the piercing through his external node, making him arch and press back into
it, yelping at a slap to his little aft, shaking with excitement as he felt
himself being aroused by the touch.
Prowl laughed coldly at the way the sparkling seemed to be aroused. “I see that
the coding has set in perfectly.” He purred at the sparkling before pushing him
onto his backstruts and spreading his legs forcibly, plunging two digits into
his valve and giving a sharp twist, making Glitch keen with pleasure and buck
his hips as his master smirked down at him and pressed in until he got to the
seal, punching through it with a digit and pealing it away, dragging it out and
smirking as he licked it, Glitch watching with wide optics as energon and a
small trickle of lubricants appeared to lazily leak from his valve as he
moaned, watching the gold and black mech needily.
“You’re such a pleasure bot now, aren’t you?” Prowl leered at him again and
laughed as he tossed the seal away and plunged his digits back into the mech,
twisting and thrusting them so hard that he lifted the sparkling’s aft up from
the berth.
Gasping, Glitch felt overwhelming pleasure fill him as he rolled onto all fours
with his aft in the air, moaning as he tried to press back into the touch, and
then felt the mech pull his digits loose, whimpering needily before screaming
in pleasure when a spike filled him, stretching his too tight valve but the
mechling, only being able to feel pleasure, pressed back into it and sobbed
needily. “P-Please master.” He moaned out, Prowl laughing and giving a sharp
thrust, grinding against his pleasure core as the sparkling saw static and
couldn’t make a noise from his voicebox as he felt only burning need and
arousal.
“Such a little buy mech… Just like you’re carrier.” Prowl leered down at the
sparkling as he thrust again, gripping one of the sparkling’s doorwings and
giving it a rough tug, earning another needy keen before he withdrew the box
from his subspace, pulling out Glitch’s amputated spike that had been
refashioned into a toy, smirking as he pressed it to the sparkling’s lips.
“Suck it. Suck it like it’s all you have.” He ordered cruelly.
Glitch moaned and took the spike into his mouth, enjoying the way that his
master pressed it down his intake so that it bumped at the back with each
inward thrust up his little aft, sobbing with need and pleasure. He tried to
moan for his master around the spike, but the muffled sounds were ignored by
Prowl, who continued to thrust away at his little valve, pounding in and out of
him as he was thrown into overload, spike clenching and attempting to milk the
other spike of overload, Prowl snarling as he overloaded into his valve with a
smirk.
End Notes
     The accent of Jazz is very difficult to do, so I apologize. Please
     give me feedback since this is one of my first "explicit" stories
     ever, and I do try to do my very best.
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