Optimus tried to struggle against the chains that bound him to a wall but he soon went limp. He was too weak for his own liking.
His wrists were bound above his head and his ankles are also bound with chains to the ground. He was slightly hanging above the ground and was trying to ease up the strain in his shoulders plates by scrapping and finding a support in the wall with his pedes.
He heard noises. Warious noises. He turned his helm towards them but the blindfold on his optics prevented him from seeing anything.
He heard the heavy metallic door from his cell opening and he closed some more. Metal scrapping against metal as the door closed he hard pededseps comming towards him.
A servo cupped his cheek and he froze in his movements. “Now, Prime. No need to harm yourself.” Lockdown’s voice echoed trough the cell and Optimus hid his shiver that threatened to run trough him. “What do you want with me, Lockdown?” Optimus jerked his head away as lip-plates brushed against his. “You sick bastard!” Optimus trashed against his chains as he was pressed against another chasis. “Let me go!” Howled Optimus but the truth wad that he craved for the touch. He was in this room for too long without anybot. He was used to be with his Autobot brothers. Yes, sometimes he left them but he always returned. This is not the case this time. “Your lips say ‘Let me go’ but your frame say ‘Touch me more’.” Lockdown brushed his lip-plates against Optimus’ again and this time he did not flinch away. He moaned silently as Lockdown’s servos roamed his frame. “See? Was it so hard to submit?” Lockdown whispered near Optimus audio and then he locked their lip-plates together. Optimus moaned as he let the Bounty Hunter take lead.
Optimus wanted to wrap his legs around Lockdown but the chains held him in place. (Part 1/2)
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