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Transformers: Energon City

Chapter 6: Stay With Boy?

Soundwave awoke, still groggy. He was in the loft, though it was unusually dark. He tried to stand up, but found himself tied tightly to an antique chair.

“Nmmfhm!” He mumbled, as he discovered the large ball gag filling his mouth. What the hell is going on? He thought, trying to piece together what had happened to him. He looked around, picking out details of the darkened bedroom. Turning toward the bed, his eyes widened. A tall figure, wrapped in a long coat, stood menacingly over a small shape. Without warning, light flooded back into the room, temporarily blinding him. He heard a choked, high-pitched laugh come from the bed. Blackout!

“Welcome back, sir, I hope you enjoyed your rest!” The rogue cackled. “You’re just in time for the night’s festivities. I was getting impatient, but I didn’t want you to miss anything.” He gestured toward the restrained figure on the bed. Soundwave’s eyes focused on the unconscious face of Starscream. He had been bound in restraints that should have been on Ravage, who was missing. “If Megatron were here to see this, my God! He always doubted your loyalty, Soundwave, but to take his newest trainee and use him to kill off Skywarp! That’s just twisted!”

“Whmmsff mmvg?” Asked Soundwave.

“What? I’m sorry, sir, but I really can’t understand that order. I’ll have to get back to you on that once the work has started.” Blackout stretched his full height, spreading his arms in a great arc. The coat fell open, revealing his bare chest, the skin broken by numerous jagged scars. Blackout was dressed in regalia he usually reserved for only the most important battles. His gunmetal hair gelled up in razor-like spikes. His dark eyes were covered by round tinted goggles. His cracked grin split his face like a jack-o-lantern. If Soundwave could feel fear, he would have. Blackout fell into a squat over Starscream, and slid one thin hand into his coat pocket. When he withdrew it, Soundwave was horrified to see a long, thin, bladed ring on his pinky finger. The razor protruded about two inches above the fingertip, and the overhead light glinted off of its keen edge.

Blackout rolled Starscream onto his back. His limbs fell limply to the bed, his expressionless face turned toward Soundwave, as if pleading for help. Starscream’s mouth was not gagged, and it hung open loosely, a tragic but beautiful pout. His hair was still wet from the shower, and drops of water still clung to his fully-exposed skin. Blackout crouched over the boy like a predator over a kill. He seemed to have lost interest in Soundwave, and was focused entirely on the boy. He opened his hand, spreading the fingers, placed them on the smooth plane of Starscream’s milky chest. He chuckled shrilly, licking his lips as he drew the hand quickly and forcefully downward. Dark crimson blood immediately rose across his torso, drawing a line from Starscream’s nipple to his groin. Soundwave roared into his gag, struggling against the unforgiving bonds.

Starscream’s eyelids fluttered, and a small groan escaped his throat. Blackout grinned.

“Finally, the main event awakens. I swear, how you two sleepyheads survived this long is a miracle. Anyone could just walk right the fuck in and shoot you and you wouldn’t even wake up to die!” Blackout cackled loudly, and without even looking, he slashed another long gash across Starscream’s stomach. This time, the boy howled, his eyes confused and pleading.

“What the fuck is going on?!” He begged, turning to look from Blackout to Soundwave. “What’s hap…” Blackout cut him off with another swipe, ripping through the soft flesh of Starscream’s side. Another shriek escaped the boy, as his eyes brimmed with tears.

“You will speak when spoken to!” Blackout ordered. “The only noises you need to make are screams, groans, moans, and cries.” Blackout ran through this list in a matter-of-fact tone, the way one would read off their grocery list. “I guess you need more practice.” Blackout shrugged, and placed the edge of his blade on the taut skin of Starscream’s thigh. The metal bit into Starscream’s skin, and a drop of crimson broke from the incision. Blackout followed the contour of Starscream’s leg, drawing the finger-blade down it’s length. None of the cuts were deep enough to permanently injure him, just enough to paint his body a two-tone of white and red.

Soundwave’s wrists burned, the skin rubbed raw as he struggled against the ropes holding him captive. His jaw ached from the gag, his throat dry from screaming with rage. Blackout leaned back, watching the squirming teenager with interest. He used his unarmed hand to pop the three-button fly on his black jeans. He deftly shoved his fingers into the narrow gap between denim and skin. Blackout raised himself up, using gravity to help pull his jeans off. The fabric fell silently to the bed, where Blackout kicked it to the floor. His cock was already rock hard. He fell to his knees, sitting comfortably on Starscream’s stomach. Starscream’s chest rose and fell with his deep breaths. He was starting to regret waking up. Blackout grabbed his dick with one hand, using his armed finger to draw small concentric rings around Starscream’s nipples. Each slash drew another groan of agony from the boy, and each groan heightened Blackout’s pleasure.

Blood pooled on Starscream’s chest, a red mirror reflecting the ceiling. Blackout dipped his pleasuring hand into this fluid, and using it as a vampiric lubricant, began masturbating furiously. Starscream’s blood splattered onto Blackout’s tanned stomach. Blackout threw his head back and laughed. Starscream wriggled beneath him, trying desperately to escape the madman’s clutches.

“Legs falling asleep? Don’t worry about it; it happens to me all the time.” Blackout laughed shrilly. He stood, but before Starscream could act, Blackout grabbed Starscream’s ankles, flipping the boy over onto his stomach. The friction sent waves of pain flowing from the many cuts across his front. Blackout dug his claws into Starscream’s hips, dragging the poor teenager up onto his knees, in much the same position Ravage had been in a few hours before. Blackout used Starscream’s own blood as lubrication as he forced his way inside.

Starscream stared at Soundwave, tears streaming down his blood-stained face. There was nothing Soundwave could do. His bonds were too tight. Blackout held Starscream one handed, using his blade to carve more trails across the boy’s back. Blackout knelt over him, lowering his head to lick the copper-tasting fluid from Starscream’s youthful skin. Soundwave felt hot breath in his ear.

“Be silent, he hasn’t noticed me yet.” It was Ravage. “I have your gun.” Soundwave’s heart paused. Could it be that easy? Was the newest Decepticon going to be their savior on his first night in the field?

Blackout suddenly rose erect, his face streaked with blood, his face twisted into a maniacal smile. He thrust spasmodically, small whines fell from Starscream’s mouth. Just as Blackout was reaching climax, he raised his armed hand over Starscream’s neck, preparing to drop it hard and deep at the last moment, extinguishing the boy’s life along with his orgasm. Ravage took the moment to act, raising the gun and cocking it.

The sound was too loud to escape Blackout’s hearing, and the rogue Decepticon pulled out of Starscream, rolling off the bed just as a bullet tore through the wall behind him. Ravage had left the invisibility of the shadows, and bounded over the bed, hoping to catch Blackout before he could regain his composure. The floor was bare. Blackout was nowhere to be seen. Ravage followed a thin blood trail to an open window in the living room. The fire escape creaked outside it, signaling the descent of Starscream’s attacker. Ravage decided against pursuing the trained assassin, instead returning to the bedroom to free Starscream and Soundwave.

“I went into hiding as soon as the power went out,” Ravage began, recounting his tale of what had happened since Blackout’s entrance. “I didn’t move between then and when I attacked him. He came in through the living room window, and went straight past me into the bathroom, where the two of you were cleaning up. He pulled a short club out of his pocket and knocked both of you over the head with it. I couldn’t believe how quickly he moved, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“He’s the strongest killer Megatron’s ever employed.” Soundwave begrudgingly admitted, as he gingerly applied peroxide to Starscream’s many wounds. Starscream winced with each application.

“What’ll he do to us now?” asked Starscream.

“He’ll probably avoid us for a while; maybe he’ll go tell Megatron what he saw.”

“Ha!” Chortled Ravage, “As if Megatron would believe you killed Skywarp. That’s just ridiculous, Skywarp was your friend.” Soundwave was silent. He had no intention of letting Ravage know that he had in fact done just that.

“Do we need to get out of town?” Starscream was obviously concerned.

“Ravage is right, I doubt Megatron is so paranoid that he’d believe someone like Blackout, but we’ll just have to be prepared for anything.” Soundwave looked out the window at the retreating thunderstorm. He wondered just how prepared he was.

Dozens of miles away, in a stuffy penthouse office downtown, the Decepticon leader waited for news from his favorite lunatic. Rain pelted his windows, and booming thunderbolts shook the building. In a forgotten corner of the room, Optimus Prime’s son quivered with fear. I think it’s time I find something to distract me from all this waiting. Megatron thought. I do hate being patient.

As far as Soundwave figured, the three of them were now marked for death. Blackout had escaped, and he was undoubtedly going to tell Megatron what he had seen. The best course of action would be to get out of the city. Starscream had suggested allying with the Autobots, and hiding out at Prime’s house in Ark Meadows. He was quickly silenced.

“We may be deserting the Decepticons, but I’ll be damned if I will work with those fucks.” Soundwave scolded. “They’ve killed more than a handful of my friends.” They eventually decided that they had no choice but to wait for contact from a friendly source that could help smuggle them to safety. “We have at least a few hours before Laserbeak will be able to respond to my voicemail,” Soundwave said, “What can we do to stay calm until then?”

“Well,” said Ravage, still nude in the bed, “I can think of one thing.”

Megatron looked down at Bumblebee. The boy was hardly recognizable. Bumblebee’s face was covered in exaggerated blush and mascara, his head topped with a long wig of golden ringlets. The wig was held securely in place by a length of black velvet ribbon tied in a floppy bow. The boy was wearing a puffy, Victorian dress. It was also black, with intricate yellow needlework running in stripes. The edges of the gown were trimmed in black lace. Bumblebee wore soft formal gloves that stretched to his elbows, and thigh-high leggings decorated with tiny black bows. He wore shiny buckled shoes that were almost able to reflect the frilly white panties beneath the formal attire. Under normal circumstances, he would be thoroughly humiliated, but this was sadly not the worst he had endured since his kidnapping.

“So…What now?” Bumblebee asked, somewhat afraid of any possible answers. Megatron considered him. He found that he had little desire to fuck the boy, he had done that plenty of times already. Instead, he walked around his desk and sat in his chair.

“Stand by the door and keep your mouth shut, for now anyway.” Megatron smirked as Bumblebee did as he asked. After spending a moment watching Bumblebee adjust his underwear, Megatron pressed the send button on his office intercom. “Barricade,” He spoke, “Come in here, I have arranged a special treat for your break.” He released the button.

Starscream ran his fingers across Ravage’s bare chest. His mouth closed over Ravage’s lips, as both groaned with every breath. Soundwave lay beside them, licking sweat from Starscream’s nipples, his tongue running gingerly across the healing scrapes Blackout left behind. Starscream’s and Ravage’s arms crossed each other, their fists closed loosely around each other’s cocks. Starscream also used a free hand to tend to Soundwave’s ten inch erection.

Ravage reveled in the warmth of Starscream in his palm. The sensation of soft, velvety skin contrasted with the metallic hardness of his erection. Through his cock, Ravage felt every spasm of Starscream’s body. His quickening breath sent shivers through the shaft. After only a few minutes of stroking, Ravage felt Starscream’s groin tighten with arousal. Suddenly, he discovered a desire to have Starscream inside of him. Any hole, it didn’t matter, he just needed to be close to the teen.

Soundwave lay back, lowering his head until it was even with Ravage’s dick. Ravage pushed Starscream backwards, until the teen Decepticon fell onto his back. Ravage rotated onto his side, placing his open mouth over Starscream’s cock, his own pointing outward toward Soundwave. The older man obligingly pulled Ravage inside of his warm mouth. Ravage gasped, sending shockwaves through Starscream’s body. Soundwave reacted with the skill of a hardened battler, taking advantage of Starscream’s moment of vulnerability. He spun a leg around the teen’s neck, pulling him effectively into his own crotch. Starscream greedily pulled Soundwave into his mouth, suckling the shaft. The triangle of men filled with ecstasy. Ravage spasmed uncontrollably, groaning deeply around Starscream’s cock.

The office door shut with a rush of air. Barricade stood in the room. He was dressed in a very polished state trooper uniform. Tall leather boots stretched up almost to Bumblebee’s chest. The man was relatively tall, and just muscular enough to appear intimidating. Bumblebee caused him a violent double-take. As realization spread through Bumblebee’s mind, a vast smile stretched across Barricade’s face.

Ravage’s head rolled back; Starscream’s cock fell free. Ravage didn’t notice, he was screaming.

“Fuck! Fuck yeah! I’m gonna cum!” Without further warning, Ravage’s body stiffened, and his breath halted. Seconds later, he was racked with shakes, as he let out great whooping moans. Soundwave’s mouth filled with the fluid that had been denied for so long. Soundwave wrapped his tongue around the base of Ravage’s cock, cleaning it to the tip. Soundwave, no longer needing to worry about Ravage, turned to be more comfortable as Starscream continued to milk his manhood. As soon as he was able to regain his composure, Ravage wrapped his fist around Starscream’s stiff cock, pulling it gently, lapping at its head with his tongue. He was determined to give Starscream an orgasm to rival the one he received from Soundwave.

“Barricade has always had an affinity for younger girls. He may not be the most intelligent gentlemen to work for me, but at least he has taste.” Megatron appeared thoughtful. “Barricade, this is Arcee. Optimus Prime’s only daughter.” Bumblebee blushed, though the thick makeup hid his embarrassment. Barricade stared at him, as if attempting to burn the image into his memory for future use. Little did he know how short that future would be.

“How…how can I please you?” Bumblebee stammered, unable to look the man in the eye.

Shortly after Ravage had came, Soundwave was beginning to show signs of a peaking orgasm. Ravage crawled over Starscream’s sprawled out legs, kneeling with his softening cock rubbing against Starscream’s rigid member. He grasped both shafts, using his own spit as lubrication, pumping his grasp up and down the two cocks. His own shaft began to harden again at the attention. He purred softly with pleasure as Starscream’s body began to react favorably, his hips slightly pressing into Ravage’s hand.

The two were breathing in unison, their cocks spasming against each other. Precum dripped between Ravage’s fingers. His anticipation fed his arousal, and he was soon on his way to a second orgasm, just as Starscream reached his first. Starscream gasped sharply, his abs tightening as cum sprayed from Ravage’s fist. A few drops landed softly on the surprised boy’s lips. With his best seductive face, Ravage darted his tongue out to catch the stray drops, and finding the taste enjoyable, fell onto Starscream’s cock to lick it clean.

Bumblebee pulled Barricade’s cock out of his mouth long enough to catch a fast breath, before allowing the stranger to enter it again. The child kept one gloved hand around the base of Barricade’s shaft, rubbing the velvet slowly up and down the man’s flesh. He had barely more than Barricade’s head in his small mouth, but he moved it quickly to make up for the shallow penetration. Megatron watched the scene, noticing the bright red of Bumblebee’s lips wrapped around the swollen manhood. Barricade was watching Bumblebee with great interest, making every effort to keep this event in his mind for the rest of his life.

“I bet you love that cock, dontcha girlie?” Barricade drawled. Bumblebee nodded, his baby blue eyes straying up from the man’s stomach only briefly. “That’s enough of that for now, why don’t you rest your tongue for a bit while I toy around under your hood?” Barricade’s cock fell from his lips with an audible pop. Bumblebee looked to Megatron, hoping his master would protect their secret, but Megatron was silent, unmoving. Barricade’s large, filthy fingers strayed across Bumblebee’s body. He rubbed his thumbs in circles around Bumblebee’s covered nipples, delighting in the soft squeals the boy made. He dropped to one knee, lowering himself almost to Bumblebee’s level, before sliding one hand down and under the boy’s dress.

Bumblebee felt the powerful hand gliding up his thigh, onto the few inches of skin that separated the long stockings from the lacy panties. They continued upward, thankfully following the back curve onto Bumblebee’s ass. Barricade squeezed it roughly, letting his middle finger prod into the tight asshole hidden beneath a few thin pieces of lace. Bumblebee whimpered, trying to avoid what was inevitably coming next. As Barricade’s finger circled the tight hole, Bumblebee bit his lip, pleading with his body to not react. Against his will, Bumblebee’s hidden boyhood began to grow.

Starscream and Ravage were double-teaming Soundwave. While Starscream’s expert mouth worked around Soundwave’s head, Ravage was busy kissing and licking his shaft and balls. With the two boys worshiping his cock, Soundwave knew he couldn’t hold the orgasm back much longer. He placed one hand on each of their heads, pulling softly on their hair as he began to thrust slowly into their mouths.

“What the fuck!?” Barricade screamed with rage. He had knocked Bumblebee onto his back, and his head was still reeling. “Is this some kind of fucking joke? You son of a whore!” Barricade overreacted, pulling his revolver from its holster. Megatron leapt up to intervene, but it was too late. Blood splattered across the carpet.

Soundwave shouted, and the boys screamed as his grip tightened on their hair. He arched his back and came, shooting into Starscream’s mouth. The small amount that Starscream couldn’t swallow was quickly gathered up by Ravage. When he was finally clean, and every drop of cum had been milked from the three men, they fell, heaving, onto the bed sheets.

Barricade fell to his knees, and then forward, face-down onto the pristine carpet of Megatron’s office. Bumblebee looked up, trying desperately to figure out if he was alive or dead. He felt a small but strong hand wrap around his, and a familiar voice called out to him.

“Come on! You have to get up, we have to run!”

I must be dead, Bumblebee thought, because he was now up, running out of the office, hand in hand with Shia.

Megatron was in shock. Not only had the Witwicky boy not been dealt with, but he had now eliminated Barricade and freed the Prime boy. This was all too much. He would give anything for some good news.

“Lord Megatron,” said Blackout, in a monotone voice. He had just entered the office, stepping over Barricade’s body without a single glance. “I have news about Skywarp’s murder. It’s about Soundwave…” Megatron sighed and fell into his chair. The day was far from over.
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