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Jazz pushed his fingers deeper into his valve, the stretch burning wonderfully over his sensornet. He was so close, only a little more-

"Be a good pet", Prowl's imagined voice whispered in his mind. "Not yet."

Whimpering he pulled his fingers back out with a wet sound, panting into the silent, empty room. No one watched him, no one would ever know if he came now...

But Prowl had said to prepare himself, not to get off. Only bad pets came without permission. 

Whining he eased a single finger into his valve again, stroking over the burning mesh. 

And suffered.

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"You seem to enjoy my touches", Decepticon!Prowl said, smiling evilly down at his captive. "Are you so easily swayed?"

"Never!", Jazz spat back and hoped that the way he was pulling on the manacles around his wrists, the ropes securing his legs, would look like an Autobot trying to escape and not a bot enjoying his own helplessness far too much...

Prowl trailed a finger up his thigh, smirking. "We'll see..."

Jazz, aching for a touch after jours of teasing, couldn't help but roll his hips upwards- and Prowl obliged him, venting hot air over his weeping spike-

Jazz overloaded.

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Hidden behind his blank visor, Soundwave smiled. He very much did not mind using his datacables in such a scenario, not when it elicited such wonderful responses from their captive.

Shackled to a post, Jazz moaned around the cable exploring his mouth, while at the same time trying to ride the cable stuffing his dripping valve. The clamps on his nipples gleamed as he writhed.

Prowl, slowly circling their experiment, smirked down at his datapad. "Subject shows enjoyment at being subjected to pleasure and pain. Next step: increasing intensity of each."

In front of them, Jazz' whimpers increased in pitch.

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Prowl greedily watched as Jazz' face turned weak, his open lips trembling as he tried to endure his predicament. Still chained to the post, he could do nothing as Soundwave's strong, flexible cable twined around his quickly hardening spike.

Needy whimpers fell from his mouth that, Prowl was sure as his own lust burned, had as much to do with the sensual touches as his delicious helplessness.

One of the small, prehensible tendrils at the very end of Soundwave's cables smoothed over his head, then pushed into the slit of his spike.

Jazz moaned.

The lust in Prowl's belly roared.

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"Does it hurt?", Prowl asked, all sincerity even as he tilted the candle again, dropping hot wax onto his lover's exposed protoform.

Jazz whimpered, unable to answer. His lips closed around the thumb Prowl had offered him, mindlessly sucking it in search of comfort.

Another tear escaped from under Jazz' visor, making its beautiful glittering way down his cheek to join the others at the hollow of his throat.

Smiling, Prowl smoothed a greedy hand up the trembling arms strapped to the chair's armrests, then picked some cooled wax off his bared pouches.

"So beautiful..."

He tipped the candle again.