You Lost

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You Lost



By Harley Quinn hyenaholic



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Harley: Look, it’s been a while, okay? I just got sidetracked. You know you like it.



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Chapter Five: Getting Fond



Barricade walked into his room again, looking down at Bumblebee, who was still sitting in the corner, naked and chained to the wall. He smiled as he looked at the yellow Camerro, and walked over to him, kneeling down and stroking the mech's cheek, "You know, Bumblebee," he chuckled, "It's been a long, dull and lonely day, performing all my duties without you there beside me..."



Bumblebee opened his optics, staring up into the Decepticon's red optics, "Oh Master... I've missed you so much..." he murmured, leaning forward even with his wrists chained behind him. He leant his cheek against Barricade’s chassis. And he found himself meaning it. He hadn’t worn armour in days now. It was all in the cupboard, kept away. He was starting to get used to it, which scared him a little when he actually thought about it.



"Ah, my sweet little pet," Barricade almost purred, unlocking the chain that bound Bumblebee to the wall, but keeping his wrists chained behind him so that he couldn't fight back or make a real run for it, "You don't like being alone, do you?" he asked, helping Bumblebee to his feet.



Bumblebee whimpered, shaking his head. "M-Master... I need you..." he insisted. Though he gave the chains on his wrist a quick try, he knew quickly that it was impossible to break them right now, and that Barricade would probably punish him harshly for even trying.



Indeed, Barricade slapped his face sharply for struggling, "When you show yourself to be trustworthy, I'll take the chains off," he purred, before pulling Bumblebee forward, into a passionate kiss.



"Y-Yes Master... I apologize..." Bumblebee replied, oily tears rolling down his cheeks. He kissed his master in return, allowing himself to enjoy the kiss and closing his optics. Why struggle when you could have this pleasure?



"That’s much better..." Barricade told him, wrapping one arm around Bumblebee's shoulders and pulling him over to the bunk, sitting them both down, "I want to have you close to me," he hissed, running a heavy hand down Bumblebee's side.



"And I - I want to be close to you..." Bumblebee whimpered, kissing the Decepticon's cheek.



Barricade smiled, and somehow it was not the cold, malicious leer that Bumblebee had received many times before. He lay down on the bunk, and pulled Bumblebee to lay beside him, stroking the mech, his fingers pressing lightly against sensitive metal, "Hmmm... my pet," he murmured, but it sounded less certain, as if Bumblebee was becoming less of an object to him.



"M-Master... have I d-dissatisfied you in any way?" Bumblebee asked. He then began to whimper, silencing a cry, "Y-You're getting bored of me... you're going to have me put away for spare parts! Or hand me over to Starscream!"



"No, no," Barricade kissed him softly. It was still possessive, but each kiss and touch was growing more gentle and loving, "Oh, Bumblebee..." he sighed.



Bumblebee shivered under the mech's touch and an oily tear ran from his optic, "I - I'm sorry... I - I'll be a better slave... I'll suck your crotch right now if you want me to..."



"No, no," Barricade whispered, "Bumblebee... my Bumblebee..." he paused, "I think... I think I'm caring about you..." he whispered, “A little...”



"M-Master...?" Bumblebee whimpered. "Y-you... No way." He shuffled slightly away in disbelief, trying to shield himself from what the Decepticon had in store for him. "Th-This is a trick..."



"Shush you..." Barricade eased himself forward, kissing Bumblebee again, wrapping his arms around the other mech as he slid his tongue into the Camerro's mouth.



Bumblebee whimpered and cooperated, playing with Barricade's tongue. He wiggled under the Saleen’s weight.



"I'm so glad I picked you," Barricade murmured, running his hands up and down Bumblebee's body.



"B-But I'm not good enough..." Bumblebee moaned, pleasure running through his circuits as Barricade did so. He tried to get out of the chains to he could wrap his arms around the Decepticon and kiss him.



Barricade didn’t answer, but reached around Bumblebee, and unlocked one of the cuffs, instead locking it around his own wrist and attaching Bumblebee to him.



"M-Master... I want to be free... to wrap my arms around and kiss you..." Bumblebee whined, kissing his master's neck.



"I know sweetspark... I know," Barricade whispered, "This is just a game..." he murmured, and every time his right hand moved, Bumblebee's left hand moved with it.



Bumblebee followed his master obediently, trying to keep as much slack in his chains as he could to please Barricade and keep himself comfortable at the same time. He licked the Decepticon's cheek and his tongue began to slide downwards.



"Hmmm... oh yes..." Barricade hissed, "I want you to go down and start licking..." he told Bumblebee, kissing the Autobot gently. It was only partly an order, spoken almost lovingly as, still holding on, he rolled to have Bumblebee on top.



"Yes Master, right away sir." Bumblebee replied, sliding his tongue downwards over the Decepticon's body and towards his crotch.



"Don't call me sir," Barricade gave a low groan of pleasure, "I'm no officer... I work hard around here... OH that feels so good..." Moving his hands down, he unlatched his crotch-plate.



"Y-Yes Master... Let me give you more!" Bumblebee begged, kissing the sensitive wiring on Barricade’s body and even nibbling on certain wires.



Barricade's cables were hardening, and he pulled Bumblebee up again, holding him on top gently, "Ooooh... and... there we go..." he moaned, pushing his hips up, and easing the cables into Bumblebee's rear exhaust, "Oh but you're tight..." he moaned, "Mine... all mine... always mine..."



"Yours..." Bumblebee repeated obediently, "I am yours... I LOVE you, my Master!" He kissed another hardened wire and licked up and down it gently.



A smile spread over Barricade's face as he ran his talons over Bumblebee’s perfect body. Bumblebee WANTED to be his slave. A willing slave; the very best kind of slave, "Ah, we'll be together... forever... as long as the Decepticons rule Earth," he murmured, implanting another lie into his toy's breaking mind.



“Together... together... Master... oh Master...” For Bumblebee, the pleasure only increased further. Even had the door been wide open, and had there been no chains, he could not have left now. It was so easy on his aching body, so good... How could a Decepticon be so gentle?



“Mine...” Barricade groaned, “Oh yes... you... my sweet little Bumblebee... look at what you do to me...” He kissed Bumblebee again, his thrusts becoming more gentle. Ever since he had first seen Bumblebee, he had lusted endlessly over the mech’s body, spending long, cold nights imagining what it would be like to have him, even for one night. And now he had the yellow Camerro, forever, and it was just as good as he had imagined it would be.



Bumblebee felt the kisses change in the way they were dealt. Barricade was still taking him. It was still not something he had truly agreed to, despite his pleas. Still firm, and stern, and possessive. And yet... and yet it felt almost loving. As if he was not a toy, but something precious and rare, “Master...” he moaned.



Barricade did not speed up his thrusts. Oh, the pleasure was so good... but he wanted to keep every one of the thrusts imprinted in his memory banks, and to just remain inside his pet. But he knew he could not do so. He didn’t dare let the other Decepticons know how deeply he craved his slave’s body. At the best, he would be mocked by his comrades. At the worst, Starscream would interface with his pet just out of spite, and tear him up. Or maybe even offline him. As if Starscream didn’t have his own slave already. Sometimes when Barricade passed Starscream’s room, he could hear sobbing from within.



So good... so good...



It felt so good...



Too good...



“And that’s enough for tonight, pet,” Barricade pushed himself away from Bumblebee and eased out of him. It was a shame... but he had to make sure that his slave knew who was in charge here.



“M-Master?” Bumblebee looked up at Barricade. Part of him was so relieved that Barricade had stopped his thrusting... but it was only a small part. Most of him was oh, so aroused and wanted his master to finish the job. And as usual, he felt a pang of shame for being so torn up about it, “Aren’t you going to-“



“Well, I’ve had enough of you for tonight,” Barricade lied. He dragged the heavily aroused Bumblebee back to the wall, and chained him up again, ankles bound and wrists behind his back.



“But you haven’t even come yet!” Bumblebee wailed, his crotch aching, “Oh please, please, please... I’m so hot... please finish... I’ll be so good...”



“Huh...” Barricade turned off the light again. He too was incredibly hot. But every so often it would do to remind Bumblebee who it was that owned him. In the darkness he could hear the yellow Autobot’s frustrated whimpering. To tell the truth, he too was incredibly horny. But at least he had the use of his hands. He started rubbing at his cable, “You see, Bumblebee?” he moaned softly, “You’re not good enough. My own hands do a better job. Now shut up and stop whining.”



Bumblebee continued to whimper as Barricade pleasured himself, “But Master, oh please Barricade, Master, I’m so fragging HOT!” he wailed, “Please let me pleasure you... I want to come so much!”



“Shut up, or I swear I’ll punch your overload out of you,” Barricade snapped, “Dammit, a few days ago you were whimpering for me to stop.” He was seriously wondering if it might have been easier to just keep going inside Bumblebee.



Bumblebee quietened down after a while, still whimpering quietly. Now he was cold again, and yet oh so hot. But with his neck chained to the wall and his wrists behind his back, he couldn’t do anything about the dreadful arousal that made his port and cable ache.



After a few more minutes had passed, he heard Barricade relieving himself of the pressure in his sensory bundles, and rolling onto his side to fall into recharge. Bumblebee didn’t believe for a moment that he hadn’t been pleasuring Barricade enough. The cop-mech was just doing this to put him in his place, and he could barely suppress the moan of frustration.



He couldn’t bear this. He wanted to scream, the feeling was so bad. He rolled onto his front, and tried to get off against the hard metal floor. He couldn’t spend the entire night awake, sitting up feeling so hard and aroused.



It wasn’t easy. The floor was hard and cold, while Barricade’s hands had been warm and strangely gentle. He couldn’t pleasure himself properly in this position, but metal ground against metal as he attempted to do so.



“Will you cut out that noise?” Barricade snapped from the bunk.



“Master, master, master...” Bumblebee began to sob at the pleading tone he was using, “I can’t bear it! I want to come for you! Do whatever you want to me, but please, please, please...” he couldn’t stop begging for several seconds in the shadowy room, “FUCK ME!” he screamed, “I can’t stand it!”



Secretly, Barricade was quite pleased with himself. He watched with amusement as his toy writhed and begged to be allowed to come, his cable still hard, “If I help you come, you will owe me your humility in the morning,” he leered.



“Anything, Master... anything,” Bumblebee wept, still writhing.



Barricade got up his bed, smirking, and approached his toy. Then he pressed ha hand down on Bumblebee’s back, until the Autobot was bending forward over his own hard cable, “Suck yourself off,” he chuckled, “I want to see it.”



If Bumblebee hadn’t been so frantic, he might have resisted. But with Barricade’s hand pushing down on his back he was able to flex enough to suck and lick at himself, desperate to feel the relief of overload.



“My little whore has an aft so beautiful, even he is hungry for it,” Barricade chuckled, watching Bumblebee frantically humiliate himself. And he’d do so even more in the morning.



Bumblebee pulled back even as he came, oil spraying over the floor, whimpering softly.



“And what do you say?” Barricade prompted him.



“Th-thank you... Master...” Bumblebee relaxed, the ache in his sensory bundles dying down. His own oil was smeared on his face and crotch, and the floor under him. It was humiliating, but at least now he could get some rest... he hoped.



Barricade smiled again. He enjoyed playing with Bumblebee like this. Oh, and making lo- interfacing with him, of course. He could continue this fun tomorrow, but right now he intended to recharge. And he was very definitely still in charge. After all, Bumblebee was the one with his own oil on his face. But just the same, Barricade bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips, “And if you bother me again tonight,” he told his pet warningly, “I shall personally rip off your legs. Which will be very troubling for me because I rather like your legs, but somehow I think will be more troubling for you. Got that?”



“Yes, Master...” Bumblebee whispered again.



“Good pet, good for you...” Barricade stroked Bumblebee absentmindedly, then climbed back onto his bunk and settled down again.



Bumblebee watched him for a while. Being humiliated by Barricade had at least relieved the aching need in his cables, but it couldn’t dispel his increasing desire for his master – for Barricade. He slumped forward into his own mess, wishing that he wasn’t chained up, wishing that Barricade would take him into his bunk and interface with him properly, and most of all, wishing that he had not been brought here.



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