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Author's notes: The Decepticons won and Megatron had taken over Cybertron. What's a tyrannical leader to do when he gets bored with his usual forms of entertainment?

Title: Entertainment

Pairing: MegatronXOptimus PrimexBumblebee

Requested: Tanisa Bumblebrasil (FF)

The war was over and the Decepticons had reigned victorious. Cybertron was now under their rule and the Autobots were prisoners of war. Everybot was terrified of incurring the wrath of the warlord, especially when he publicly executed Ultra Magnus before the High Council when they refused to bow to his demands. His hammer, which has once been the pride and strength of the Autobot fraction, was now his trophy of war. But despite everything he got bored very easily.

Megatron took to doing a number of things when the mood struck him: he would torture his prisoners, sometimes live before the terrified mechs and femmes of the planet to instill fear, or make them fight each other to the amusement of himself and the other 'Cons in the arena as he was once forced to do, but there was one thing he hadn't done that the others had. He had yet to take an Autobot to his berth and force them to pleasure him. He was above such acts of carnal pleasure and yet there was no denying how good it would be to have a former enemy of his forced to do as he ordered, to humiliate him. Thinking about it made his circuits warm and it didn't take him long to realize who he wanted.

'Yes… they will do nicely,' he smirked even as he sent a command to the prison guards to bring up the unfortunate mechs.

An hour later he heard a ping at the door to his personal chambers and gave the command to enter. He smirked as he watched from the reflection of the window he was staring out of as the guards dragged in two Autobots, both of them covered in scuff marks, armor plating dented in places, servos bound behind their back plates, and each wearing an energized collar branded with the Decepticon symbol to show them as prisoners of war. The collars had energy leashes and the guards were not being gentle or kind as they tugged them roughly.

"Move your peds!" one of the guards snapped and gave the leash he was holding a rather hard yank, causing the small mech attached to it to yelp as he was pulled forward, making him lose his balance and crash to the floor with a loud klang.

"Leave him alone!" the other mech yelled and made to help the minibot up but as his own leash was tightened he tried fighting it, ignoring the feel of it digging into his neck cables. He winced as he was kicked in the back of his knee joints, forcing him to drop to the floor. Ignoring them he looked at his friend as he struggling to get up. "You alright, Bumblebee?"

"Yeah, boss bot," he groaned, moving slowly he managed to get his stabilizers under his frame and slowly sat up on his knees, smirking a bit. "Even if they dent my faceplates in you gotta admit, I'll still be better looking than any Deceptiscum."

"You'll pay for such insolence!" the guard hissed, holding the leash tightly he was prepared to beat the speedster's helm in but stopped at the order of the warlord. "My lord?"

"Leave us," he ordered, still looking out of the window. He could see the guards hesitant but silently glared at them via the window's reflection. "Well?"

"A-Are you certain, my lord? They have tried escaping before," he brought up. Even now they weren't wearing stasis cuffs but had been bound with energy chains instead. Their lord had wanted them to be able to move of their own free will.

"I said leave us. But if you are so concerned with my well-being then wait outside the door. Until I say otherwise I want no interruptions. Am I understood?"

"… Yyyees, my Lord Megatron." Warning the Autobots not to move unless ordered, they left, leaving the leashes still activated. Casting one last look the guards left the quarters. The two Autobots were frozen where they continued kneeling but as one tried to hide the fear in his optics the other was burning silently with rage. He had been there when this monster had killed Ultra Magnus and he swore from that moment on to kill him with his own servos. He was standing so close to the window, maybe, he could rush at him and push him out-

"Greetings Optimus Prime, Bumblebee. It's been a long time so we last saw each other." Neither of them said anything but he smirked as she slowly turned to face them, relishing in the look of fear in their optics. "The last time was the death of Ultra Magnus."

"You murdered him when the High Council refused to listen to your demands," Optimus snapped, feeling at the minibot press into him. He could tell he was scared by the way he trembled but he refused to show this monster any fear.

"I warned them that I was not to be taken lightly. And I knew if I had ripped out the spark of that pompous fool Sentinel they would not listen," he explained calmly as though discussing the weather. Walking away from the window he made his way to where he kept his high-grade, knowing they were watching him, waiting for a moment to either strike at him or escape. "You have been giving my guards quite a deal of trouble. You should be so lucky not to be experiencing the fate of your so-called comrades."

"Where are they?" Bumblebee demanded, trying not to flinch when those glowing red optics bore in his soft blues. "N-no one's told us anything."

"I ordered them not to, but I suppose it would be right for you to know since you are not likely to ever see them again." Pausing for a moment he sipped at the cube of high grade, savoring the rich taste and slowly walked towards them as he processed the latest batch of reports. "Your medic is quite talented, he has been lucky enough to be working with the other medics in making certain my army is working at top proficiency. Though, his usage of foul language has gotten him in so much trouble I had no choice but to permanently silence him." On command a screen turned on to reveal what looked like a med bay, Autobots-all bearing collars themselves-were forced on work on injured 'Cons but the tired white and red form of Ratchet was seen. He looked defeated, exhausted, and an ugly thick scar marred his neck cables. As another medic came, speaking lowly he gestured with his hands instead of speaking.

"What did you do to him?" Optimus demanded. He had never seen the medic look so—defeated.

"He was warned repeatedly to keep a civil glossia around myself and my men. He refused and I was forced to teach him a lesson. Oh he still has use of his glossia, but he will never speak again." Turning to the next video was of the large forest green form of their friend with the gentle spark, working in what appeared to be a laboratory but like Ratchet he looked exhausted as did the other scientists and engineers. "Your large friend was fortunate enough to be working on designing and building new weapons and making certain our network of space bridges remains operational."

"Bulkie…" the yellow minibot whispered. He looked so tired but the moment he began moving too slow his collar gave him a very painful electrical charge, making him cry out in pain before getting back to work. His thick neck was covered in a mess of burnt scars. "Stop it! You're hurting him!"

"He is not allowed to rest until my latest project is complete. Failure to obey results in a fitting punishment. He should be thankful he has not been used for manual labor." Another video clip but this time revealing Sentinel and others building what appeared to be a large structure. Like the others he looked exhausted and beaten down but he had been stripped of his armor plating and his protoform was covered in a network of painful looking scars, including a matching scar across his throat similar to Ratchet's. His frame arched in pain as an energy whip lashed over his back strut, causing a bleeding welt. He also showed them a video feed of Blurr being forced to work with Shockwave in intelligence and being a Decepticon messenger, his frame also covered in scars though not to the degree of Sentinel.

The jettwins, Jetfire and Jetstorm, now belonged to Starscream to do as he wished and although the warlord didn't come out and say it, the seeker treated them as his personal berth slaves. Since they were recreated with his CNA they were his to do as he pleased and Megatron didn't give a damn as long as he didn't kill them. Jazz and Prowl were forced to train the soldiers to fight like them but they both belonged to Lockdown who force modified them to be his bodyguards and whatever else he demanded of them. All their friends were forced to work for the 'Cons in one way or another and each one looked broken. There seemed to be no hope left.

Optimus couldn't believe what he was seeing; perhaps it had been foolish but he was hoped, had prayed to Primus that somebot was fighting against the 'Con's tyranny, but what do? Magnus was dead, the council disbanded, and all who aligned themselves with the Autobots were nothing more than slaves. He didn't realize he was trembling until he felt Bee press into him harder, whimpering in fear. He leaned into him, wishing he could wrap his arms around him but the chains were too tight. "Why are still here?" he asked in a tight vice.

Megatron smirked, looking them over. Some of their armor plating was gone, having been broken beyond repair but even so they continued to fight and resist whatever the guards threw at them. "I have found that my usually outlets for entertainment have become—a bore. I am in need of something new."

"What makes you think we'll do anything you demand of us?" The red and silver mech had had enough. He struggled to stand on his peds, daring to take a step towards the warlord despite the fact that he was still bound. "I will not stop fighting you even if it costs me my own spark! You are a monster, and one day your reign will be over and the bots of Cybertron will rejoice when you are executed! I swear thi-" He saw it coming, but he was so angry it had been slightly worth it to see Megatron lose his cool and back hand him. He was already weak due to low energon levels, his collar preventing him and the scout from experiencing a restful recharge, and their tanks begging for energon, he crashed to the floor with a reverting klang, moaning softly as the pain of a split lip component

"O-Optimus!" Bumblebee shouted, struggling to his own peds he squeaked in fear when he realized the leader of the Decepticons was standing before him. He took a step back, afraid of what he would do he couldn't help but flinch as a black servo came out and gripped his chin tightly, holding him in place.

"I heard that the Cyber Ninja… Prowl was it? Would call out your designation… as did the one called Jazz, the green loaf Bulkhead, and even Blurr… you were such a popular mech… it makes me wonder, what did you do to garner their attention?"

"N-No-Nothing! They're m-my friends!" he said quickly, trying not to whimper as the servo forced his helm back, making him bare his throat. He shut his optics tightly, thinking he was going to have it slashed like poor Ratchet but gasped as instead he felt a slick glossia trace the cable that pumped energon to his processor. "S-Stop it!" he whimpered, trying to pull away but an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him into the silver gray frame tightly, keeping him from moving.

The surviving Prime managed to force himself into a sitting position, ignoring the feel of energon on his chin. He glared at the tyrannical monster taking advantage of Bumblebee's vulnerable position. "Let him go, Megatron!"

The warlord didn't acknowledge him as he continued licking and even sucking at the sensitive wires and cables, listening to the whimpers coming from the minibot. His servos roamed his small frame, undoing the latches holding the rest of his armor plating, flipping them open so he could remove the plating then tossed it to the side. His weapons had been long removed, as well as anything else that would enable him to escape, even his transformation cog so they were trapped in their root modes but without the bulky armor in the way he was eager to touch and caress his lithe protoform. Lifting his helm he smirked at the enraged look in the Prime's optics but continued holding the minibot close to his chassis.

"Did you say something?" he asked calmly.

"Leave him alone! He doesn't want you touching him!" he snapped, struggling to get to his knee joints but his system was running so slow!

"Hmm? But he hasn't told me to stop." Oh the scout had been telling him to "Please stop", hush little whispers, breathless whimpers; all of it pleasing him but the icing on the oil cake was the deep set look of longing in the Prime's optics. True Optimus didn't want the Decepticon to be touching the minibot; no, the Prime wanted to be the one running his blue servos over his protoform, to have him arching into him, to make him cry out his designation. Holding him close and making certain the Autobot was watching, Megatron moved his lip components to one of those small horns on the yellow helm and licked it, making the small mech cry out in obvious pleasure. Still smirking he slid his servos down and grasped his aft, rubbing and grabbing him roughly.

"I said stop it!" Optimus yelled angrily, getting to his knees he shouted at the minibot to remember what he did to their friends, how they were the only ones left. He had lost everyone else, Bumblebee's safety was the only thing that kept him going, that kept him fighting even if all hope seemed lost.

"Ngh… O-Optimus…?" Bumblebee whispered softly, resetting his optics he could see his commanding officer looking at him, begging him to remember what they had just seen, to not forget what they were still fighting for. His vision cleared and he was aware of being held intimately close to the warlord and that he had been stripped of his armor. He immediately flushed and struggled against him, leaning as far back as he could, ignoring the painful way his servos grabbed at him. "Frag off, you pervert! Let me go, don't touch me!" he said angrily, ignoring the tingles of pleasure still running through his system, trying to kick at him despite it being pointless. "B-Boss bot!"

"Keep fighting Bumblebee! Don't give up!"

"Silence!" Megatron shouted, his threat echoing in the large room he carried the minibot to the berth and roughly threw him down in the middle of it. Climbing atop of it and roughly pinning the scout down he sent a command to the collar and watched as the collar shocked him. Not enough to do permanent damage but enough to knock him off-line for a few blessed kliks.

"Bumblebee!" No, no he couldn't lose him! He had to keep fighting, he had to!

"Be silent! He's not dead—yet." Letting the threat hang Megatron rolled the minibot onto his front, breaking the energy chains bounding his servos he once more rolled him onto his back and using the leash, bound his servos to a ring at the wall his berth was pressed against. He had them just for such reason and never made use of them—until now. Sitting back he once more let his servos roam over the dark protoform, seeing that beneath the bulky, bright plating he really was small, a lithe frame that suited him perfectly.

"Lovely," he murmured and lowered his helm, licking at the dark mesh, tracing cables and wires, listening to the soft moans, feeling him arch into him. He ignored the persistent shouts of the defeated Prime, sliding his glossia down, tracing the housing of the minibot's spike, toying with him and feeling him slowly respond with a weak buck of his hips.

"Please stop! I-I'll do anything just—please stop." He couldn't allow this madbot take Bumblebee like that, he couldn't. The minibot was the last one left, and if Megatron took him… it would destroy him, he knew it. Optimus sagged on his knees in defeat; he would do anything to protect him, even submit to the warlord. He never heard him move and hissed as he was forced to stand on his knee joints, the collar forcing his helm up, the leash pulled taunt as he was forced to stare into the crimson optics of the tyrant. "… please…"

"Why should I, Autobot? I could easily take the minibot and frag him until he breaks, make you watch as the last of your team suffers at my servos, then leave you to rot in the prison. I assure you, my guards have taken quite a liking to the both of you and what kind of leader would I be if I didn't let them indulge in some pleasure now and then?" he smirked.

Optimus couldn't suppress the shudder of disgust. He had heard the guards talking, about how they would be the one to make Bumblebee scream in pleasure during interface, about degrading him to be a pleasure drone, but they didn't dare incur their lord's wraith. No, he couldn't let them happen to them. "W-we won't survive…" he began, shutting his optics tightly as he recalled a secret Bee had confronted to him, something they both shared but never told anybot due to fear. A secret he swore to take with him to the Well of the AllSpark.

Growing impatient Megatron pulled the leashed tighter, making the Prime jerk and look at him, this time with fear and terror in his optics. "Tell me, or I will throw you both to my men," he growled.

"W-We're carriers!" He had never wanted to be a carrier; oh he loved sparklings, he used to dream about having a family with many sparklings but when the Decepticons began appearing he begged Ratchet to prevent his coding from taking over; he had planned on having the code released from stasis once they had won the war. But that looked highly unlikely. He watched as the warlord stared at him, as if to see if he was lying to save himself but why tell him something so valuable? As far as he knew, there were no more carriers remaining; even femmes were rare among either fraction. The Prime yelped as a servo roughly groped between his stabilizers, forcing the thin panel aside and winced/moaned as a digit roughly probed his valve. He wasn't sealed but it had certainly been a while since he had been touched.

"You've been touched," he said in a low tone, watching the mech for any sign of lying. Of course he could call in the medics in here to find out the truth but having his greatest enemy before him, beaten down was such a delicious sensation. "And the minibot?" He chuckled when the Prime slowly shook his head with a look of shame. "Unicron has blessed me by keeping you two here instead of giving you to one of my men… oh how they begged me but I knew there was a reason I said no." Grasping his chin he forced him to look at him but he was pleased to see a fire as the other mech pulled away from his servo, refusing to submit so easily. Chuckling darkly he stood back but gave the leash a hard tug, ordering him to stand. Unlike the guards he wanted until he was completely on his peds before pulling him to the berth. Ordering him to climb on he stood behind him and just like with the minibot began removing his broken armor. Some of the clasps were difficult to get to so he ordered the Prime to release them.

Optimus hated that he had given up both their secrets, but he couldn't stand by and watch as Bee was raped and even impregnated. He knew it would destroy him to have no say in the matter. He cried out in pain as the collar shocked him but a firm hold on the leash kept him from falling over. Wincing at the threat he forced his system to release the clasps and winced as his own armor plating was removed and tossed aside.

"You both will never see those pieces of scrap ever again," Megatron whispered into his audio, climbing behind him on the berth he let his servos roamed the silver protoflesh, tracing the ridges and feeling the cables tense beneath his caresses. "Lovely…" he murmured, letting them grasp his full hips he pressed his own frame close to his back struts, letting his engine rev he allowed the vibrations to flow into the bound mech. "I have a proposal for you, my dear Prime…"

"What makes you think I'll listen to anything you say?" he asked coldly, staring down at Bumblebee. He looked so innocent sleeping there, unaware of how he had betrayed him.

"It concerns you and your lovely scout here." Feeling him tense he knew he had his attention. "I will keep your secrets, no bot shall ever touch you save for me. But you must decided here and now: take the minibot's seal, make him experience the bliss and pleasure from an overload… or watch as I take it and I can assure you, I will not be gentle but I will make certain he remains online and operational. What do you say?"

He-he couldn't do that. He couldn't take Bumblebee's seals! The smaller mech had admitted that he would have liked to lose his seals to a mech he really liked, to be bonded to him and having sparklings that they could raise together. But, if he said no then Megatron would take him… at least with him, he could make certain it was good for him. Shutting his optics tightly he nodded. 'Forgive me,' he whispered, gasping as he felt the energy chain binding his servos together fade, giving him the use of them once more.

"Try not to take too long or I may forget about our little agreement," the silver gray mech warned as he climbed off the berth and instead sat in a chair off to the side, once more picking up his cube of high-grade and watched them. "Well?"

"Glitching slag-eating monster," Optimus swore under his vents, cycling air heavily he slowly and carefully cralwed up and leaned over the bound minibot. "Bee… Bee, can you hear me?" he called out softly, reaching out and gently stroking a cheek ridge, hearing his system hum and watched as optics slowly opened, optics onlining.

"O-Opti-mus…?" He reset his optics and vocal cables, wincing at the processor ache. Seeing the dried energon on his leader's lip component he made to reach out but froze when he discovered his servos were bound above his helm and he was missing all his plating. "B-Boss bot… what's going on?"

"Bee…" he tried to stay strong, he really did but he couldn't. His helm dropped down into his chassis and he wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace, his systems trying to cycle the bursts of air as they became trapped. He was crying. "I'm sorry… I-I had no choice… I had to tell him. I had to!"

"Boss…" It took him a klik or two to realize what he meant and he felt hurt, betrayed, angry but hearing the warlord chuckling he knew he was more fragging pissed at him more than his leader. "It's okay, I know you wouldn't have told if you didn't have a choice," he said softly, wishing he could hug him back. "Boss… Optimus… look at me, please." Slowly the blue helm lifted and he smiled softly at him. "it's okay."

"Bumblebee…" Primus, if only he could get him away from here, off Cybertron, he would do it and accept whatever happened to him. He reached up, gently stroking his cheek ridge with a digit, smiling softly as he leaned into his touch he moved slowly, hesitantly, and kissed the lips beneath him. He felt the scout stiffen in surprise, vents sputtering for air but after a few kliks he slowly began to kiss him back, flicking his glossia over the split lip, soothing the sting of pain with each swipe. The Prime had always wanted to confess his feelings to him, to hold him close and kiss him, to show him how much he really meant to him. Instead he was forced to perform to the tyrannical leader for his sick entertainment. It was enough to make him purge but he was determined to make Bee forget about everything and focus on him, to experience a processor-blowing overload.

Oh Primus his boss was a pretty good kisser! The minibot had a bit of a crush on the mech for a while, how he always tried to look out for him, giving him his own meager rations in prison, and even risked getting beatings from the guards when they got it in their processor to try and take him. Feeling him pull back slightly he could see his optics had grown darker, now a beautiful shade of deep blue he leaned up and once more licked at the slight injury, pressing his mouth to it and sucking softly, silently begging for him to keep kissing him. He did and he moaned as his glossia slipped into his mouth, letting them glide against one another.

He tasted so sweet, better than any oil cake or energon goodie, something that was just him. Gently tilting his helm back Optimus kissed and licked at the delicate cables along his throat. It was his turn to groan as Bumblebee tilted his helm back, baring his throat to him but he also let him slip a stabilizer between his own, grinding his thinly plated panel against his silver thigh and bending his own so he could grind against it. He sucked the cable harder, making Bee cry out his designation and slid a servo down his side, curling over his hip joint. He could feel his spike pressurize in its housing, ready to spring free but he held it back. He wanted Bee to feel pleasure first, he wanted him to enjoy every single astrosecond of it.

The warlord found the scene overly sweet, too soft for a battle hardened mech like himself, but there was a thrill as he watched the way the way the Prime moved, the way his thick frame covered the smaller one beneath him, how his hips moved as they grinded against the slender thigh slowly. He knew he had feeling for the smaller mech, ao he thought to use it to his advantage.

* Due to the explicit portion of this chapter, I am complying with FF's NC17 ban and have removed this portion. If you are interested in reading the unedited version, please refer to my AO2 account. Thank you. *

'Now what?' he snapped irritably as he climbed off the berth.

Optimus winced in pain but he shifted around slowly, pulling back he groaned as his own spike slid free from Bee's valve, making him wince. He was still struggling to remain online, for him. "Bee…" Looking up he crawled to the head of the berth, tugged at the energy leash until it came loose from the mount of the wall. He unwrapped it from Bee's servos, softly kissing the bruised marks before laying down and pulling him to his chassis, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "Bee…" he whispered once more, feeling him weakly nuzzle his neck, tucking his helm under his chin.

"Optimus…" he whispered softly, clinging to him as tightly as he could. "Love you, boss bot…" He finally succumbed to the need to recharge, confident that his Prime from protect him even during recharge.

Optimus smiled, ready to close his optics and fallow him into recharge but he jerked when he heard the warlord snarl something angrily, clutching the minibot even closer.

"Slagging glitches! Must I do everything myself?!" he ranted to no bot in particular. Having cleaned himself with a damp cloth and his spike once more tucked away behind his cod piece he turned his attention to the two Autobots and smirked. "It would seem I am needed elsewhere, but do not worry. I will return later."

Blue optics narrowed but didn't dare move away from the other mech. "What does that mean for us?" he asked.

"You two will remain here. Of course, my doors will be locked since I do not trust my men not to rape you so you will not have the honor of a guard, but more will be discussed later." He made to turn and leave but not before lifting his arm cannon and turning the rest of their armor into nothing more than shattered pieces of scrap metal. "Even if you managed to get out, I highly doubt you would want to leave in nothing but your bared protoforms. That would surely entice more than one of my men to have their way with you." Chuckling darkly he left, making certain that no one save for him would be able to enter the chambers upon his return.

The defeated Prime frowned but he was too tired to care. Laying back on the berth he grabbed the sheet and finding a portion that wasn't soaked in their fluids, covered the both of them with it. He knew they would need a good washing but he didn't have the spark to wake Bumblebee up. Venting air quietly he tightened his arms around his scout and drifted into recharge, the lights in the room automatically turning off after a breem.

The Autobots were gone, the High Council scattered in the nebulous winds, Ultra Magnus dead, and his team and allies broken, but if he and Bee could still find the fire to fight, to hope, then maybe… just maybe… they would stand a chance.

Perhaps, there was hope for them after all.

Author's notes: Chapter three is here to stay! Woot! Freaking hell I did it! As you noticed, this was a threesome and this takes place on what may be the results of the Autobots if Megatron won the war. Basically he took over Cybertron, killed those who were a big threat, and turned the Autobots into saves. Now I know some of you are asking about Sari and Earth and the Dinobots. Um this is a one-shot focusing mainly on the pairing. Also, I originally wasn't blaming on having BOTH Bee and Optimus be carriers, but why else would Megatron keep them both alive? The mech apparently needs a reason to keep someone online as opposed to dead. So, hope you enjoyed it and I will be posting the other chapters soon as I can! Okay love you bye bye!