I promise to finish the other fanfics I have, but i figured I'd let you all read a slight love triangle. Heh. I will have two endings: One in the Autobot favor and the other in the Decepticon favor.
Roles:
Jazz: A pet (a type of submissive); slave and submissive concubine. Carrier Mech; Carrier mech turned Host Carrier
Soundwave: The possessive/abusive master; Host Carrier and Sire Mech
Prowl: The gentle/stern master; a slave and dominating concubine. Sire Mech
Definitions:
Sire Mech: A mech that sparks a carrier; has only a spike
Host Carrier: A mech/femme that creates Cassetticons/symbionts. Can either have both spike and valve, a valve, or just a spike
Carrier Mech: A mech that has both spike and valve, and can get sparked by either a Sire mech or Host Carrier.
I realized that most (if not all of you) may be wondering what time units I use, so here it is. I got them from the Time units TF wiki, and cherry picked the ones i liked.
Breem: 8.3 minutes
Vorn: 83 years
Cycle: 2 hours
Groon: 1 hour
Nano-klik: 1 second
Deca-cycle: 30 days
Deci-vorn: 8.3 years
Klik: 1.2 minutes
Mega-cycle: 93 hours
Meta-cycle: 13 months
Stellar cycle: 7.5 monts
Astrosecond: .5 seconds
Solar cycle: 1 day
Lunar cycle: 1 night
M-rated is marked; safe to proceed.
Ch. 26
The sound of the door opening got Prowl's attention, he stepped away from the barred window and hid the small metal shard under the berth. He sat on the berth with his servos on his lap. Barricade came in with a cube in his hold, the Autobot knew what he came in for and his answer was going to be the same. "Don't know what it is about you and Lord Megatron's Praxian consort, but I don't want to see you two getting hurt by your own stupidities. Just accept the cube and apologize to Soundwave. You're only hurting yourself."
"I am not going to give that mech my dignity. He's already damaged my wings and forced Jazz to interface with me. My answer is no." Prowl looked in the direction of the window with his wings painfully flared upwards. Soundwave had Prowl in the halter, collars, and wing chains so any movements with his wings or helm caused him pain. Barricade said nothing as he left Prowl alone in the isolation room.
Jazz was following Soundwave through the castle that was located in the center point of Kaon. He was being led by a thin wire leash and his helm was held up confidently. They stopped inside the large lounge where Megatron sat on a large couch with Smokescreen and Bumblebee sitting on either side of him. Sitting across from the three mechs were Shockwave and three mechs, the three mechs were staring at Jazz in disbelief.
"Ah, finally Soundwave was afraid we'd have to come to you." Megatron said jokingly. Soundwave sat in one of the lounge chairs that was close to the fireplace. He pulled Jazz into his lap when the silver mech noted he was short two mechs. "Where are Barricade and the Praxian?"
"I think Jazz appreciates not having to cater to all of us. Barricade is keeping an optic on Prowl while he serves out his punishment. Why don't you let the sparklings stretch, pet?" Soundwave hinted at Jazz, and when he stood up his old comrades noticed the circular discs on his legs. After the Polyhexian was on his peds, Flip Sides and Playback disconnected from their Carrier's frame and transformed in front of him.
The visored mech looked at the two with a look of concern. Behave you two. Remember your manners and listen to your Sire. He told them before sitting back on Soundwave's lap with a smile on his face. Flip Sides and Playback ran over to Shockwave and started bouncing in front of him. "Are they our new friends to play with Shockwave? Are you playing medic with them like you did with that weird Praxian?" Flip Sides asked excitedly.
"I'll have you know, we are not their friends. And what Shockwave does to us, especially Blurr, is the furthest thing from what medics actually do." Ratchet waved a digit in front of them with his optics glaring at them. The twins' optics grew and they backed away with frowns turning to their creators.
"Carrier, he's meaner than Barricade." Playback ran to his creators and hugged his Carrier's leg. Flip Sides climbed on the purple mech's lap with a smile on her face. Shockwave didn't show any emotion towards her being there before answering their questions.
"They are not toys for your entertainment. And no, I am not altering them as I did with Prowl; well Blurr is being altered to go faster without burning his energon." Shockwave said before gesturing at the glaring Velocitron. Playback held onto Jazz with a whimper. "How are your optics Jazz?"
The Autobots looked at the Polyhexian while he comforted his symbiont. "They're sensitive to the light and everything is blurry when far away, but I can see okay now. I appreciate what you've done Shockwave." Jazz smiled and rubbed Playback's back before looking at Soundwave.
Take the younglings out to the garden. Soundwave instructed and the multicolored mech nodded before the younglings hopped on their Carrier's back when he stood up. Jazz bowed his helm in Megatron's direction before leaving the room. When Jazz was gone, the Decepticons all got down to business. "Now can I inquire as to why you wanted me here? I'm a busy mech and training Prowl to be a proper mech." Soundwave stood and went over to the bar that was behind the couch that Shockwave was sitting on. "At least you told them to keep quiet around my pet, he has more important things to deal with than think about the war."
"He really doesn't remember any of us. What did you do to him?" Ratchet asked as he followed Soundwave's movement. He rubbed at the black band that was on his wrist. Soundwave removed his mask after sitting back down in his spot, and nursed on his glass.
Megatron chuckled before holding onto the Carriers that were sitting beside him. Ironhide was standing by the window with his arms crossed. "Since our last discussion on the slaves in the mines, I've decided to heed Prowl's suggestion. Which means I require your full attention on securing this plan."
"What did you do to Prowl?" Smokescreen asked as he pushed himself away from Megatron. "And what do you mean you've decided? Last time I checked I had to do questionable things to get you to consider it." The Praxian's wings flared as he glared at the silver mech.
Megatron rolled his optics before answer him. "I can always be more explicit if you'd like Smokescreen."
The multicolored Praxian clenched his fists and looked away with a pout. Soundwave sat his glass on the arm of his chair while he answered. "He is at home serving out his punishment, like I said. Prowl certainly doesn't love Jazz as much as you all claim. He would rather sit in isolation rather than see you or be with the mech that made his glitches disappear. Guess family really isn't all that important to him."
Smokescreen jumped on his peds and pointed a digit at the mech with his wings flared. "Family is everything to Prowl! If you hadn't unleashed your… your whore onto my brother, he wouldn't have been distracted by Jazz in helping the Autobots winning the war."
Soundwave stood up and stepped closer to the Praxian. "There it is, there's the Praxian Pride. If family is so important to your brother, then why is Prowl not here?"
"Because you locked him up!" Smokescreen waved his arms above his helm.
"I punished him for breaking one simple rule. He would be here and seeing you had he just accepted his role. Prowl is only hurting himself and disappointing you, I can hear your thoughts Smokescreen. You're craving your big brother's comfort in this time of need. And he would be here if he just listened and obeyed the rules." He leaned next to his receptor and whispered softly. "He'd be here if he had gotten on his knees and begged for me to let Jazz remember the love they had."
The Host sat back down and smirked as he watched Smokescreen drop his arms in shock. The Praxian looked at Megatron before looking away, "I'm going to my chambers." He quickly left the room with Ironhide behind him.
"Now Soundwave, was that really necessary?" Megatron groaned with mocking annoyance.
Soundwave shrugged with an arm before sitting with his glass sitting on the arm of his chair. "I shall gather the required credits and have the Constructicons start building pylons on the borders. Shockwave, remember the Predacons you built?"
"Of course, I do, but what does that have to do with… I see. I will start mass production as soon as I return to my lab." The purple mech knew exactly what Soundwave wanted him to do. "Lord Megatron, where is Starscream?"
"In Vos pouting over the fact I didn't agree with him. Not that that is new." Megatron stood up and looked at Soundwave with a grin. "When will you send Flip Sides back into the mines? We may need her."
"I am going to Tarn tomorrow. She'll come with me." Soundwave stood up to match Megatron's height. And the rumors of this uprising will diminish faster than it can spread. He held his arm out to his friend with his mask going back into place. The silver mech took it with an internal grin. "All hail Megatron."
Soundwave could see the awkward shift from the slaves. Jazz was watching Flip Sides and Playback play around with a smile. He looked up and saw one of Megatron's Carrier mechs standing near the steps that led into the castle. The Polyhexian slowly stood in front of his creations, but the Praxian held his servos out in front of him.
"I come in peace. I didn't mean to disturb you, I just came out here to be alone." Smokescreen folded his arms in front of him with a dip of his wings. "Are you happy? Being with Soundwave? Seeing your own kind enslaved?"
"I am happy, Lord Soundwave provides me with everything I need and what my creations need. My own kind could careless what happened to me." The Polyhexian crossed his arms with a frown. "If I can give you some advice, Lord Megatron will be willing to give you some slack if you gain his liking. Talk about the gladiator pits. Come on you two, Sire is calling for us."
"Yes Carrier." They transformed and attached to his legs. Jazz rushed upstairs to meet Soundwave with the leash clipping to his collar. Soundwave positioned them in view of the lounge, removing his mask before wrapping an arm around Jazz's waist and the other up his back. Jazz gasped from the sudden contact, and firmly pressed their lips. The Polyhexian was getting lost into the kiss while Soundwave's visors deactivated and he stared at the shocked Autobots.
When the two started to pull apart, Soundwave's visors reactivated. "Come along Jazz, you have chores to do and I have business to attend to." The blue mech led Jazz out of Megatron's home, and took him back to his manor. "I will be in the room, don't bother me."
"Yes Sir." Jazz said with a smile before going to start cleaning whatever room needed his attention first. Soundwave released his Cassetticons, letting them go do whatever they wanted.
-M Rated-
When Soundwave arrived to the room, he walked in on Prowl tied to the ceiling with his training gear on and Barricade was flogging him. As he got further inside, Soundwave noticed the back of a dildo sticking out of Prowl's aft. "Barricade, what is the meaning of this?" He didn't sound unhappy, but rather amused at the muffled sounds of the Praxian's cries.
"He kept talk slag about the war and percentages. I told him to shut it, and he didn't, so I did what I had to in order to get him to shut up." Barricade explained himself while Soundwave touched the back of the dildo. "Oh, that's there cause he was talking smack about you before I finally gagged him."
Prowl grumbled and revved his engines softly, his optics locked on Soundwave and he glared at him. Release me now, get me down from here. The Host mech rubbed his face in thought before dismissing Barricade, claiming that he'd take over the punishment. Soundwave released the Praxian from the ceiling, but kept his arms chained behind his back and his wings pinned between his back and arms. He started squirming and made sounds of distress as Soundwave circled him. What are you going to do to me?
"I made Smokescreen cry, felt great to get that reaction. All it took was telling him that you didn't love your family as much as you claimed, since you spent so long in here alone." Soundwave said, instantly feeling the rise of stress coming from the tied-up mech. He put a ped on Prowl's shoulder, "do you love Smokescreen?"
Prowl remained silent and Soundwave played a memory of Smokescreen and Bluestreak smiling at Prowl, and then a memory of them both in Ratchet's med bay. The mech shouted and squirmed in stress, feeling his processor working overtime, but when he felt that he was going to crash Soundwave tapped his ped twice and Prowl immediately snapped his helm up. The warnings in his HUD stared disappearing by one-by-one. Wh-What? My glitch stopped. "Good, now that I have your full attention listen to what I have to say. When I was tinkering around with your systems, I was only able to dampen the effects of your battle computer. The only way I could activate the processor dampeners are with triggers or a stimulation of some sort to distraction. You know that you're only hurting yourself, I can give you a good life with Jazz. You get free-range over everything on my property, see your younger brother as much as you want, and you perhaps if you start behaving, I'll return some of Bluestreak's memories."
Is Smokescreen okay though? He isn't forced to carry, is he, sir? Prowl asked wearily as he looked at Soundwave coldly. Soundwave positioned Prowl so his aft was raised in the air. Prowl started panicking when he couldn't see Soundwave anymore. The Lord hummed as he placed his servo on the back of the toy that was magnetized inside of Prowl. The Praxian whined and squirmed as Soundwave gripped the edges of it, and started slowly pulled it out.
"Relax Prowl, it will be a lot easier for you if you relax." Soundwave stopped pulling on the toy. Prowl stopped moving and Soundwave started pulling it. He went to pull it out, but when it was half way out the mech was met with resistance. Soundwave chuckled, "are you enjoying it Prowl? Would you like to keep it in?"
No, no get it out of me. Prowl whined and Soundwave laughed deeply before pulling it out quickly. The gagged mech screamed as he collapsed on the ground. The Host crouched in front of the other mech with his mask and visors being removed, and Prowl was staring into bright red optics and a scarred-up mouth. How long will I have to remain in here? He pulled himself onto his knees, and was staring at Soundwave's pelvic plating. Soundwave unclipped the gag on Prowl's face. "Are you going to answer me?"
"You are not being polite. Let's work on that, be compliant or resist, it is up to you." Soundwave opened his spike plating and his spike extended slowly in front of Prowl's face. Prowl pulled his helm away, but Soundwave forced him to face his appendage. "I see I get to have an enforcer resisting arrest. Open your mouth and be a good mech."
Prowl shook his helm and went to voice his stress, but Soundwave filled his mouth with his spike. The mech's wings flared as he gagged around the thick spike. Soundwave held him near the base of his spike, he watched him squirm and gag with stressed whines. "When I ask you a question or give you an order, you will answer only with 'yes Sir'. If you feel that you cannot answer with that, then you suck. Do you understand?"
Prowl remained silent for a moment before nodding. Yes Sir. He was rewarded with gentle caresses on his wings. "Have you learned your lesson Prowl?" Yes Sir. "Do you want to leave or do you wish to make this your permanent residence?"
The Praxian didn't know how to answer Soundwave's question, but he also didn't want to suck the spike in his mouth. He groaned silently before doing a small pathetic suck. "We will have to work on your oral, but good start. Did you enjoy being with Jazz?"
Prowl looked guilty as he answered. Yes Sir. Soundwave smirked before 'accidently' stepping closer to Prowl, only stepping back slightly when he gagged. You did that on purpose. "Maybe, would you like to go out and attempt at being well behaved? If you can behave yourself for three solar cycles, I will take you and Jazz out without any of your training equipment. If you don't, well then you best start learning how to crawl."
His optics looked down as he thought of his brothers, friends, and Jazz. His wings dipped back and answered him. Yes Sir. Soundwave pulled his spike out of Prowl's mouth, and pulled him onto his peds. The black and white mech remained silent as he watched Soundwave remove the extra restraints. "Will I be able to see Jazz?"
-End M Rated-
"He is doing chores, perhaps you can earn some trust. And do not start fights with the rest of the staff, they will say things about whatever, and you will ignore them and focus on Jazz. Do I make myself clear?" Soundwave forced him to look into his optics.
Prowl stared at him in silence before looking down. "Yes sir, I will attempt at keeping biting my glossa. Are they rude towards Jazz?"
"They don't appreciate an Iaconian having direct access to my funds, being my sparkmate, and having my sparklings. During the Golden Ages, my previous servants were old school and wanted him treated as a slave." Soundwave explained and gently touched Prowl's cheek, watching him flinch very slightly. "And I don't allow any physical harm to my pets, but they can get away with verbalizing what they want. Now, come along and you can spend time with Jazz and I have business to do."
Prowl touched his neck quietly with his wings twitching. His memories of abuse were mostly of the other servants hitting him. But some were of Soundwave. He was being led downstairs by a leash, noticing the stares and glares coming from the staff as they walked down to where Prowl could only assume Jazz was at. They entered into a large kitchen where kitchen staff were running around, looking like they were getting ready for a meal. Jazz was cleaning up the messes the chefs were making.
"Out of my way slave. Keep your dirty servos off of our stuff. Clean up this spot." Jazz was getting order after order, which was only stressing out the mech as more orders were getting. Prowl went over to the stressed Polyhexian, getting him to look up with a frown. Soundwave cleared his voice box, and all of the room looked up with fear in their EM fields. "L-Lord Soundwave."
"You all are getting lazy if you think one mech can do the work that a staff of thirty can do. Jazz, you and Prowl go clean the study. Let the twins play while you work, and tonight after all of your work is done…" Soundwave leaned into Jazz's receptor and whispered softly. "I'll give you a very special reward." He sent Playback and Flip Sides off to go play.
Jazz shivered and nodded with a silent whimper. "I will make sure that everything is done. Come on Prowl." He took Prowl's servo and led him to the study. The Polyhexian went to explain how to clean the walls until any rust, dust, and grime was gone but when he looked up from the bucket of cleaning solution, he saw Prowl scouring one of the walls with a scour pad. Clockwise, counter clockwise, up, down, repeat. How does he know how I do it? Jazz tilted his helm, but chuckled when he noticed that he wasn't doing with the exact pressure. He went over to him, and took the pad from him. "You have to put a bit of elbow grease in it. Was the friend that loved hot water, the same one who told you about cleaning?"
"Not exactly, he would always clean when he was anxious. Did the servants in the kitchen hurt you before we arrived?" Prowl asked Jazz as he was handed the pad back.
"They didn't hurt me physically. They said a lot of things about Flip Sides and Playback, but they were with me so I couldn't do anything about it." Jazz said before cleaning the pad off in the bucket. He staid as far away from Prowl as they cleaned in silence. The Praxian could feel the stress from Jazz's EM field, and he wanted to show him that he could be trusted.
Prowl cleaned his wall in silence, hoping to hear Jazz sing or be close to him without him getting scared of him. He wanted to be comforted by his lover, but his battle computer kept reminding him that this wasn't the Jazz he fell in love with. "I'm sorry, you and the sparklings do not deserve that kind of treatment."
"It can't be helped, they don't like Kaonites." Jazz said bluntly before standing up, accidently kicking the bucket over. "No, no, no! Oh scrap, scrap, frag I am so dead." He was trying to move furniture and keep the water in a central location.
Prowl went to the pile of towels that Jazz brought with them, and started tossing them on top of the puddle. "Here, I got this."
"I am such a klutz; Primus Lord Soundwave is going to murder me." He sat in front of the couch with his servos covering his face.
The Praxian was able to clean it up before anything was badly damaged. He dropped the pile of towels into the bucket and walked over to Jazz with an arm extended out to him. "Come on, there is no need to cry over an accident. If it will help, I will take the blame."
The visored mech looked up at the other with a hint of surprise. He took the servo, and was pulled onto his peds. "Y-You'd do that for me? Why?"
Because I love you. He went to wipe away the tears from under the multicolored mech's visors, but he stopped himself. "Because that's what family does. I often took the blame for my brothers while growing up. And it looks like you could use a friend."
Jazz looked down at his peds with a frown, "I've never had a friend before. I've only had Master and the Cassetticons, never needed more than that." No, stop it Jazz. This mech is Master's enemy. He is just tricking you into telling him secrets. The mech shook his helm and grabbed the cleaning stuff, "I need to get more cleaning solution. Stay here and don't touch anything until I get back."
Prowl watched Jazz quickly leave, and took that has his opportunity to snoop around. He looked around, noting the very extravagant furniture and the bookshelves filled with datapads and books, and the terminal near the back of the study. The Praxian looked over his shoulder and then at the terminal. "I need to find the others." He rushed over to the desk and turned on the terminal, to find it unlocked already. Fifty percent chance of this being a trap, fifty percent chance that Soundwave just forgot.
He looked at the desktop and found files on the war, business accounts, security footage, and a folder labeled 'Slave locations'. The Praxian clicked on the folder and saw hundreds of folders with each of his old comrades' faces, but the folders were labeled with numbers. He skipped over the three that he knew for a fact were located, and clicked on Red Alert's file.
Slave #: 56A9-789B
Name: Red Alert
Previous Function: Security Director
Current Function: Slave and security at slave auction house.
Master: DJD leader Tarn
Slave sentence: indefinitely
Prowl shook his helm in disbelief before finding Ratchet's file.
Slave #: 37Y0-1T44
Name: Ratchet
Previous Function: Commanding medical officer
Current Function: Medic assistant
Master: Shockwave
Slave sentence: 80 vorns
He bowed his helm with a heavy sigh, knowing that that kind of punishment was pointless because Ratchet wasn't going to live out his sentence. The Praxian saw Elita-One's file, and was quick to open it. And he instantly regretted it.
Slave #: 00X5-2E79
Name: Elita-One
Previous Function: Leader of female Autobots
Current Function: Pleasure bot
Master: N/A
Permeant Residence: Club Toy Chop
Slave sentence: Indefinitely
"Oh, Primus Elita. I'm so sorry." Prowl shook his helm with his faith of ever getting all of his friends safe was decreasing. He looked at one more before calling it quits.
Slave #: 64I1-0B14
Name: Mirage
Previous Function: Spy
Current Function: Slave, other functions vary
Mods: Invisibility; remains online
Master: Kaon; member of DJD
Slave sentence: Indefinitely
He collapsed into the chair with his wings laying flat against his back. Chances of escaping and rescuing my allies, fifteen percent. Prowl felt like he was going to break down after seeing how scattered his friends were, and knew that some were going to be hard to even get in a room alone let alone rescue. A cough pulled him from his thoughts, and he quickly stood up when he saw Barricade standing there with his arms crossed. "What are you doing in here?"
"Jazz and I were cleaning, but he went to go get more cleaning solution." He still couldn't grasp the idea that this mech in front of him was his brother. Barricade had no resemblance or the same personality as his younger brother. All Prowl could see was a brutal monster.
"Lying will get you nowhere. Stay out of the boss's terminal or I'll have to tell him that you're stepping out of bounds. Get back to cleaning slave." He turned and left Prowl in the room alone. Prowl needed to talk to his brother, but he couldn't have a conversation with him as he currently was.
Jazz finally returned with his helm turned away and his EM field closed shut. Prowl walked over and went to touch his shoulder, but Polyhexian smacked his servo away. "Don't touch me."
"Jazz, what happened?" Prowl was concerned for his friend, and carefully made him look up at him after some resistance. Down the side of Jazz's left cheek plate was small dent. Something inside Prowl was triggered at seeing the small dent. He pulled Jazz into his arms and hugged him tightly as whatever was triggered was growing. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you Jazz. I should have been there for you, I wish I had another chance to tell you what you mean to me."
Jazz stiffened in Prowl's arms and then passed out. Prowl slowly lowered to the ground with panic and confusion, but when he saw the door closing and Soundwave standing in front of them Prowl had his answer. Soundwave started circling him with his arms folded behind his back. "So, seeing how scattered your team is was enough to take a jab at your plans of escaping. And I see that your modification to protect Jazz was triggered. Don't worry though, the servant that did that will be taken care of."
The Praxian hid his face in Jazz's neck, trying to not show Soundwave the satisfaction of him crying. He finally looked up with his wings shaking. "I want to talk to Jazz. My Jazz. And then I'll work hard to be what you want, I promise." His servos gripped tightly around Jazz's arms, "please."
"Interesting how you choose Jazz over Bluestreak. Explain to me honestly and if I think it's good enough, I will grant you your wish." Soundwave sat at his desk with his servos folded under his chin and a smug smile on his lips. "You are not surprised by my knowing about you snooping in my personal terminal."
"I calculated a fifty percent chance of it being a trap for me to look into. I would love to speak with my brother, but his response for my current situation is too predictable and he is lost to me. He will never be returned to me after we talked. Jazz is still here and his answer is unpredictable enough where it makes sense for me. It may take time for my processor to comprehend what he means, but it is what I need to make sense of problems that do not make sense." Prowl didn't look at the mech behind him, his gaze was locked onto the darkened visor of his lover and his servo gently grazing his face.
"Hmm, okay it is done. He will online in a moment." Soundwave said just seconds before Jazz's visors activated and he groaned in pain. The first thing he saw was Prowl looking down at him with worry, and his first reaction was flailing his limbs and crawling away. Have fun.
"Jazz, wait please let me explain before you say anything." Prowl held his servos in front of himself, and Jazz nodded hesitantly. The Polyhexian saw the collar around his neck, and he knew what that meant. He covered his mouth in realization. "Soundwave restored your memory long enough for me to talk to you, and accept my fate as his slave. And I just want to hold you as you remember me before he erases this conversation. Please, I need you."
The visored mech scrambled to Prowl and wrapped his arms around him with his servos holding onto him tightly. "Prowler, I'm sorry for doing that. I never wanted to hurt you, but I had to in order to keep you safe. Please don't hate me."
"I don't hate you Jazz. I may not understand your reasonings fully, but I can never hate you completely." Prowl hugged him back and held his lover's face with a smile when he could see his lover now. "Jazz, I need you so much."
"Prowler, I'm still here even if I won't always be the Jazz you fell for. Just do be yourself and tell me about Praxus and your family, play your music, or any of the stuff we did during the war. One day I'll fall back in love with you." Jazz said before looking slowly up at Soundwave with a strained look on his face. "Master, can I please take Prowl? Please."
Soundwave stared at the two kneeling mechs in silent enjoyment. He was enjoying the need and pleading with their facial expressions. "Granted, but as soon as you overload pet then I will erase your memories of this."
-M Rated-
Jazz nodded with gratitude in his smile before turning to his lover. "Just focus on me. Just us two, let me comfort you Prowler." Prowl nodded before the started falling into the rhythm of slow kisses like they did during the war. Jazz focused his attention on Prowl, but he knew that Soundwave watching for his enjoyment and he needed to give Prowl a chance to be with something familiar for him. He could feel that his lover wasn't relaxing, so he climbed onto his lap and started grinding him. A small groan was a clear enough sign that Jazz was doing a good job in relaxing him.
Prowl held onto Jazz like he was his lifeline. He moaned after the Polyhexian started nibbling the Praxian's neck cables. His hips bucked before he quickly pinned Jazz to the ground with an aroused purr of his engines. Prowl's wings started vibrating as a primal Praxian instinct was taking over. Jazz moaned with excitement and slowly dragged his digits down his arms. "Jazz, I want your valve."
"Give me a percentage Prowler, please." Jazz opened his pelvic plating, exposing his lubricated valve showing off a small bead collecting at the bottom of his valve.
Soundwave's spike extended as he watched Prowl strategically cover his pet's protoform with gentle bites. He wrapped his servo around his spike, silently waiting for Prowl to make his move on the leaking valve. The Praxian's spike slid out of its housing, forgetting about his spike modification as he slowly slid his spike inside the heated valve. He started rolling his hips with deep groans, and gently bit one of his and Jazz's high-pitched moan greatly aroused the other two mechs. Soundwave stood up with his spike out proudly, and he stood over the two mechs. "Open up your mouth my ward."
"There is an eighty percent success rate of me getting you to overload." Prowl whispered into Jazz's audio horn before his helm was lifted up to stare at the spike. He didn't want to, but when he saw the look Jazz was giving him and he took it only to please Jazz. Soundwave groaned from the warmth wrapped around his spike, Jazz moaned from Prowl thrusting his hips hard, and Prowl groaned from how much he missed Jazz's valve.
"Prowler, please harder." Jazz begged the Praxian as his servos wrapped around Soundwave's ankles to brace himself for the forthcoming thrusts. Prowl growled at the sound of Jazz begging for him, and he thrusted inside the valve with one servo holding Soundwave's upper leg. All three of the mechs moaned from the increase of attention the all were getting.
Do you love having Jazz's valve? Soundwave held onto Prowl's shoulder, needing support from the Praxian's aggressive hunger. Prowl was gagging around the spike, and pulled away as he felt himself getting close from pent up lack of release. "No, no out Prowl. You don't get to overload." Soundwave pulled Prowl out before his modification to activate. Both of the mechs whined from the sudden stop of actions. Prowl's wings were moving dramatically and his spike was twitching. Jazz's valve was leaking and he was so close to overloading, and he was confused why Soundwave stopped them from overloading. "Prowl, you don't get to overload so soon. Pet come here, maybe I'll keep your memory… for the whole solar cycle."
-End M Rated-
"What about Playback and Flip Sides, Sir?" Prowl asked, knowing that if he followed his rules then he would have a higher chance of getting to overload. Jazz rolled onto his knees with a confused look of why Soundwave changed his mind.
"They will stay with Barricade. Why don't we go visit one of my clubs? Perhaps invite a few friends? Come on close up and go into stasis until the lunar cycle." Soundwave ordered, knowing Jazz would abide by the command without question, but Prowl was going to question him. Jazz grabbed Prowl's servo and pulled him to the side of them. He laid down on the floor, curled up besides Prowl and felt him curl up behind him.
Jazz turned to face Prowl's chest with a smile on his face. Thank you Master, for letting me keep Prowl. He purred happily and went into stasis with his arms wrapped around his lover's waist.
I hope you all enjoyed! I wanted to give you guys an update on TWOS before the holidays. Merry early Christmas!
Slave list:
DJD:
Red Alert: Tarn
Mirage: Kaon
Hound: Vos
Shockwave:
Ratchet, Blurr & Preceptor
Megatron:
Ironhide, Smokescreen & Bumblebee
Soundwave:
Jazz, Prowl & Bluestreak (Barricade)
Constructicons:
Wheeljack
Coneheads (Dirge, Thrust, Ramjet):
Arielbots
Stunticons:
Protectobots
Metroplex:
Forced to house the mining slaves
Gladiator Pits:
Sunstreaker & Sideswipe
Pleasure houses/clubs (90% are owned by Soundwave):
Elita and femmes, Tracks, and others