You Lost

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You Lost



By Harley Quinn hyenaholic



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Me: Man, yesterday I had a horrible headache but I still managed to keep going. I don’t feel like commenting much but this is the fourth chapter. Man but Bumblebee’s miserable... and my headache is killing me... and I need to get back to work...



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Chapter Four: Giving In



Bumblebee sobbed, trying to push the heavy mech off of him and scramble for the door, but it was no use; he felt so weak! He eventually gave up with a sigh and relaxed as much as he could. Once again Barricade had entered his cell, and was fondling at him. And Bumblebee was so hungry...



"Tch," Barricade smirked, "You spilt your fuel and now you can't do a blasted thing about it. But you know what?" he asked, trailing a talon down Bumblebee's paint-job, "To get what I want... I give you what you want. It's the oldest trick in the book." He leant forward, and kissed Bumblebee lightly, sucking on his lower lip.



Bumblebee, now relaxed, found himself accidentally kissing the Decepticon out of desire, but then realised he was doing it again and pulled away, turning his head.



Barricade smiled coldly as Bumblebee broke the kiss, "There are other methods, of course," he licked his lips, "I could always ask Soundwave to wipe your memory. You wouldn't remember a thing. You would be a totally different person. In fact, if that's what I'm going to do, there's not even any point in having this conversation. Since you won't remember it. New memories to fill in the gaps..."



"N-Noooo..." Bumblebee whined. "P-Please..." He then shook his head, tears in his optics. There was nothing he could do. No way to escape. Finally he was starting to comprehend the situation. He couldn’t escape. He couldn’t make Barricade stop kissing him. All he could do was beg for it to stop.



Barricade's expression grew colder, "After all, you'd make a dandy pet if you don't remember a thing. I could have your entire hard drive wiped. And you know what? That would make you a lot easier to control..." he touched Bumblebee's cheek lightly, "Unless of course, you become a lot more obedient..."



Bumblebee looked up at Barricade, before closing his optics. What was the Decepticon about to do? He was asking himself this question, as he felt the need to finally give in to this desire that was building up within him. It came all of a sudden, as Bumblebee blushed and practically jumped up, landing a kiss on Barricade's lips, trying to push his tongue inside.



"Good little mech," Barricade murmured through the kiss, holding Bumblebee in his arms, one hand behind the Autobot’s helm, "You're learning..." he chuckled, moving his lips firmly against Bumblebee's, "Maybe I will bring you to my room. You'll make a beautiful pet..."



Bumblebee wrapped one leg around Barricade and continued to kiss with passion. "F-Fuck me...This feeling is driving me insane... It hurts..." he mumbled with a slight shiver.



"My word, but you're eager," Barricade smirked, "You remind me of a whore I fucked on Iacon one time. She was pretty eager to do it fast and get it over with," he smirked and lay Bumblebee down, before lying down on top of the Autobot, rubbing his hips against Bumblebee's.



"Just hurry it up so I can forget this ever happened..." Bumblebee said with a tone of sarcasm and slight anger and frustration.



"Oh no," Barricade laughed softly, "I don't want you to forget this. Not this. Not now that you're mine," he started to slide aside the covering to Bumblebee's Spark Casing, "Not when I got dibs on such..." his vents sped up a little, "Such a beautiful little mech..." He cradled Bumblebee's face in his hands, staring down at him. Bumblebee was somewhat astonished to see a horribly cantankerous kind of adoration in Barricade's expression. Almost like love, if Decepticons could feel love.



Bumblebee still felt fear however, "P-Please..." he begged, kissing Barricade on the cheek.



"Please what?" Barricade asked, pressing his lips to Bumblebee's lightly, "Just what is it you're begging for?" he asked, taking the Autobot's hand in his own, and licking at the fingers slowly, "Who knows?" he asked, "You might even get it..."



"I - I want you to... to make love to me..." Bumblebee moaned, wiggling his fingers inside Barricade’s warm, wet mouth, “To... to be gentle... I still ache... Please...”



"Ah," Barricade moved one hand down, unlatching the cover to the yellow Autobot's interface port and rubbing lightly before he unlatched his own Spark casing and brought it closer to Bumblebee's, "Love... you want love?" he smiled, "It would be my pleasure." With that, he brought both cables and sparks closer, groaning as they began to merge.



Bumblebee’s port was tender, and the merge was slow. Bumblebee didn’t know if that was because Barricade wanted it that way, or because he wanted to take care of his pet. He decided not to choose which one right now. Both were disturbing. He only groaned with Barricade, feeling the full force of actual pleasure as they merged.



Barricade returned the kiss, tasting Bumblebee's delicious flavour, groaning and sighing as he felt those lips. They were moving willingly against his, and he just couldn't stop his hands touching the Autobot's most sensitive spots. Oh, it would be so much delicious fun to wipe the young mech's memory and give him a new personality. But he liked this too.



"B-Barricade... Master... Please don't wipe my memory..." Bumblebee begged, licking the Decepticon's lips, and gently placing his hands on the mech's chassis.



"Nnngh..." Barricade smiled into the kiss. He liked being called 'master'. Almost as if Bumblebee had accepted his slavery. Of course, he'd never admit just how beautiful he thought Bumblebee was. How much that stinging personality thrilled him.



Bumblebee whimpered again, “Oh please, please don’t wipe it,” he begged again, feeling the heat building up between them, “I don’t want to forget everything...”



"Well... since you're pleading so hard," Barricade whispered, trailing his hands down the mech's body. Yeah, that was it. Give them what they wanted. Be a friend. Be his only friend. Fear or respect, trust or reliance, the important thing was that Bumblebee obeyed him. Barricade continued to kiss the Camerro, parting his lips, tasting every inch of his perfect mouth.



Bumblebee did the same with the Saleen, his hands slowly and shakily caressing the Decepticon mech with a combination of desire and fear.



"Mmm... oh yes..." Barricade chuckled, laying heavily on Bumblebee's body, trailing his talons down the Camerro's form lightly. Holding his face right there to kiss it over and over again. The kisses were hard but passionate, and Barricade couldn't stop thinking how good Bumblebee tasted.



Bumblebee enjoyed the passionate kisses, but kept in mind his number 1 priority was to try to bring down the mech's defences, giving him a greater chance to escape. Despite all of that, he was enjoying the moment.



"Yes, you are a good mech," Barricade smirked, licking gently at Bumblebee's chassis, "Maybe I will keep you in my room after all..."



"If that is what you wish, Master..." Bumblebee said, forcing a tone of happiness into his voice.



Barricade smirked, and yanked Bumblebee to his feet, slapping heavy cuffs and a chain on the Autobot's wrists and pulling him out of the cell, dragging him along, "Try to escape and I'll take an EMP whip to your back," he threatened Bumblebee, dragging the mech behind him.



Bumblebee whimpered and followed obediently as Barricade took him through the cell door, “I won’t, Master,” he murmured softly.



Barricade pulled him along the hallways, eventually leaving the dirty cells and entering the Decepticon's living quarters. After a little while, they reached Barricade's room, and Bumblebee was pushed inside and chained to the wall by a short chain, only long enough for Bumblebee to lay down and move a few feet standing up.



Bumblebee wiggled his wrists to test the shackles and looked up at Barricade. The Decepticon’s red optics were shining with a disturbing measure of desire.



Barricade smiled. It was a brittle, sharp smile, but he still knelt down beside Bumblebee, stroking his face, "You still belong to me," he growled, "I'll unchain you whenever I want your... skills."



"S-Skills, master?" Bumblebee asked. "What do you mean?" He found himself leaning towards the mech, secretly wanting the Decepticon to love him and stroke him more.



“Don’t play innocent, pet. I think you know exactly what I mean, my beautiful toy,” Barricade trailed a talon over Bumblebee’s cheek, “But I’m going to tell you this. Now that you’re in my room, nobody else can touch you. Unless, of course, I invite them in.”



"I-Invite... Master?" Bumblebee shuddered.



"Oh, yes," Barricade's smile grew wider, "But only if you misbehave. If you’re obedient,” he ran his tongue over Bumblebee’s lips and trailed a hand down his body, “You’ll be rewarded. If you’re difficult,” he pinched between Bumblebee’s thighs sharply, “I might just leave you in Starscream’s room for a little while.”



"N-Noo... Don't... Master, please, not him..." Bumblebee dropped to his knees and buried his face in Barricade’s crotch, starting to lick frantically in an attempt to please him.



"Mmmm..." Barricade moaned softly as Bumblebee began to lick at his crotch armour. It was an exceedingly good feeling that Bumblebee was so desperate to pleasure him, and he stroked at the back of his pet's neck for it, running his fingers over the mech's doors.



"Master..." Bumblebee moaned. "Am I being a good mech by doing this?" He continued to lick more and more, sometimes even sucking at the pliable metal.



"Oooh... oh yes," Barricade smirked, rubbing at Bumblebee's back, "You're a beautiful little thing... Stand up... come closer to me..."



"I - I can't..." Bumblebee murmured, pulling on the chains behind him with all his might. "The -the chains... please take off the chains..."



"Well... I suppose I could give you a chance..." Barricade unlocked the chain from the wall, leaving only Bumblebee's wrists chained behind him.



Bumblebee practically flew forward, his body resting on top of Barricade’s. "M-Master, can... Can I...?" He looked down to Barricade's crotch.



"Oh yes," Barricade stroked Bumblebee's cheek, "Yes you may." It was a most delicious feeling for him; that Bumblebee was now begging to do something that would induce vast amounts of pleasure in Barricade.



"Th-Thank you master." Bumblebee moved down to Barricade's crotch and started to orally please it, his tongue desperately stimulating every inch of the mech's sensitive area.



Barricade groaned, deeply pleasured by Bumblebee's mouth, and his hands rubbed at the yellow Camerro's sides, "Oh..." he moaned, "Oh, my dear... sweet... Bumblebee... oh yes... that is so... sooo... good...”



"Am... Am I a good little whore, master?" Bumblebee asked, continuing to lick at the mech's crotch.



Barricade gave a sigh of pleasure, "Do you enjoy your place here, Bumblebee?" he asked the Camerro.



Bumblebee hesitated and looked up at Barricade in silence, tears beginning to well up in his optics. What sort of question was that to ask a slave?



"Do you?" Barricade groaned, stroking his finger along Bumblebee's jaw, "I need to know, my precious, wonderful slave..."



"Barricade...” Bumblebee swallowed, “Can I be honest, with my master?"



"Yes," Barricade smirked, "Yes, I need to know the truth, Bumblebee..."



"Master... I'm scared." Bumblebee said. "It's just that... I don’t want to offline as a slave... stripped and writhing in interface fluids...” oily tears welled up in his optics, “I want you... but... sucking at Decepticon crotch wasn’t exactly my career of choice... I don’t want to spend the rest of my life this way...”



"Hmmm..." Barricade continued to stroke Bumblebee's jaw. So his slave wasn't entirely broken. He was obedient, but he knew what was happening to him. So, he had to be convinced that it was for his own good, "You know I can't let you go, Bumblebee. Out there, you'd be hunted. Enslaved by other Decepticons, tortured and humiliated... At least here, I can take care of you."



"R-Really?" Bumblebee asked. "I just... I don't want to be tied up all the time... I want to love you as a free mech... The way I should."



Barricade smiled, "Bumblebee, I want you close to me. But you're not a Decepticon; you're an Autobot, and how you must loathe me. My Bumblebee..." Barricade continued, still stroking his cheek, "You... are my light. The one, shining thing in my dark and hateful life. I need you."



"Barricade... I need you too..." Bumblebee kissed his master's crotch, "To protect me."



"Hmmm..." Barricade stroked the cheek of his pet and slave, and, leaning against the wall, pulled Bumblebee into his lap, "I will protect you," he told the mech, "Mine... you're mine... and you will not offline as a slave..." He didn't know why he said that. He wasn't sure it could be true, even if he decided it was what he wanted to do. Megatron would never let him release Bumblebee; that was for certain.



"Yours..." Bumblebee smiled, and snuggled the Decepticon lovingly.



Barricade embraced Bumblebee, leaning forward and kissing him, "This is all for your own good," he told Bumblebee, stroking the mech's helm.



"I - I trust you..." Bumblebee stated, kissing the mech back. "They're all like Starscream, aren't they?"



"Yes," Barricade smirked, "They're cruel... they would hurt you. You need to be able to trust me; then I can protect you. I adore you, Bumblebee. The others would destroy not only your body... but also your mind."



Bumblebee whimpered in fear. "I know it... I've seen proof... Starscream was ten times worse to me than you ever were..."



Barricade smirked. Bumblebee feared the others... but trusted him, "I'll never let him touch you again," he promised, "You don't need to be afraid," he told Bumblebee, and then pushed forward slowly, easing the mech to the floor with his wrists still cuffed behind him. Barricade looked down at his slave, "Now," he growled softly, "Just lay there, and watch..." He leant forward and started to lick Bumblebee's body, running his warm, wet tongue over the mech's face, chassis and crotch.



Bumblebee groaned in pleasure. "M-master... It feels so good."



"It feels good just to touch you," Barricade moaned, before returning his mouth to the task of removing Bumblebee's crotch-plate. He pulled it away with his dental plates, and began to lick the metal beneath.



Bumblebee moaned also, biting his lip in pleasure. He wanted to wrap his arms around Barricade and encourage him to continue. The feeling was shameful, but lust was overriding his morality circuits, “Oh... oh Master...” he moaned.



"Mmmm... oh yes..." Barricade's talons stroked against Bumblebee's hips as he continued to lick, nuzzling the spot between his thighs, "Ah... you like that, don't you? Don't you..."



"Y-YES!" Bumblebee said, crying loud in pleasure. "More... Please Master..." he begged desperately.



"I want to..." Barricade moaned, moving up Bumblebee's body again, and biting down gently on his lips. Licking the Autobot's body all over, searching for sensitive, private places, he smiled every time he prompted a moan or a cry from the yellow Camerro. He paused for a long moment, looking down at Bumblebee, and considering stopping right here, leaving the Autobot halfway to an orgasm and wailing for more while denying him, but he wasn't so sure. Oh, sure, it was fun to play with his emotions, but he felt himself growing fonder of Bumblebee, even if he was a slave and an Autobot.



Bumblebee cried out and came, “Master! Master! Oh! Oh...” his cries subsided, “Oh Master...”



“My beautiful slave...” Barricade continued, cleaning up his pet’s fluids with his own tongue, tasting every inch of him.



So together, they finished the intimate, yet despicable game before Barricade chained Bumblebee to the wall again, and returned to his duties.



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Me: I’m finding that a lot of people have similar fantasies about one thing or another. Which is why so often we end up with similar ideas. Also plagiarism, but that’s not the case this time. And whenever I have been caught out, I have admitted it and remedied it so I hope you can trust me when I say this is not the case.