Chapter 2

When smokescreen woke up, the world was dark and fuzzy. A dull pain aching in his neck. His optics fluttered open halfway only to close again as everything began to spin, making him very dizzy. Once he opened them again, the world came back into focus and he was able to take in his surroundings.

Looking down, He saw that he was laying on a berth with an energon IV in his arm and His wrists and ankles bound in restraints. he looked around, the room appeared to be a med bay, but it wasn't the autobot med bay. It was very familiar though. He had been here before, the decepticon warship's medbay!

The young elite guard would have started to panic if he hadn't felt so out of it. Though in his head, he worried that a certain crimson medic would soon pop up in front of him and mock him with another "wakey wakey :D"

smokescreen groggily looked down his frame to his arm where the phaseshifter would normally be, hoping that Knockout wasn't smart and took it from him again, but to his dismay, he did. (scrap! .)

Then a familiar whoosh of doors opening and closing alerted him that someone had entered the room. Not surprisingly, it was knockout. and he had a smug grin plastered on his faceplate. Smokescreen immediately tried to be invisible, closing his optics and pretended to still be unconscious. the medic walked towards the monitors near smokescreen's medical berth, looking over and checking some medical stuff.

Smokescreen silently prayed that Knockout wouldn't take notice to him.

But no such luck. the medic was in fact very eager and excited for the poor elite guard to awaken, turning to him and checking his vitals.

Knockout looked over his prisoner, checking his IV, making sure the flow was steady. then checked his energon levels, grinning at the readings.

His energon reserves are almost refilled … he should be waking up soon.

his optics traced over the rookie's slick form. he loved how innocent yet mischievous smokescreen was. He was so pure and full of energy. knockout couldn't wait to get inside him again and feel his pulsing spark, to lull him into his power and have his way with him, to seduce and feed on for as long as he wanted.

Excitement flooded knockout's thoughts as he began stroking a servo up smokescreen's tank and chest, feeling the strong smooth metal under his touch.

This caused smokescreen to give a silent gasp, stiffening under the unsuspected touch.

Oh scrap! Please let him not have noticed, please primus! PLEASE! He silently prayed, hoping that knockout would just turn around and go back to his monitors. Unfortunately for him, knockout had indeed noticed and was grinning from audio to audio.

Hmmmm somebody is playing dead, so to speak…

He leaned down over smokescreen's chest and gave it a long slow lick.

The action took smokescreen by surprise, making him yelp and jerk at his bonds.

The crimson bot laughed in amusement "trying to fool the medic are we? Your too jumpy to keep still…" he purred, turning smokescreen's head to face him, faces inches from each other.

"is it my fault you have cold servos?" smokescreen snapped back s he glared at the smug bot standing over him.

Said bot snickered in amusement. "my servos are cold are they? Lol" He ghosted his servo over smokescreen's side as he spoke, receiving a shutter from his captive.

Smokescreen breath hitched, blushing as he tried and failed to hide the fluster in his EM field.

"GET YOUR CLAWS OFF ME!" he growled as he struggled to escape the medic's touch. wrenching his helm from Knockout's grip, he turned his helm to the side, squeezing his optics shut.

This didn't bother knockout though, his prey was trapped and he had all the time in the world.

Leaning down, he Whispered into the rookie's audio "whats wrong my sweet? Afraid of the big bad medic?"

Smokescreen shuttered and glared at the medic from the side. "I'm not scared of you! I just don't like you touching me like that!"

"oh? Then how do you want me to touch you?" Knockout purred seductively as his servo ran over smokescreen's chest, making a slow journey down his tank, to his crotch plate-

smokescreen gasped, struggling again and trying to close his legs together. "S-STOP IT! DON'T TOUCH ME AT ALL!" The touch to his crotch plating making his core heat up a little.

Knockout snickered, watching the young bot squirm under his servo. "That's not what your spark is telling me, I can feel it jump in excitement every time I touch that smooth chest plate of yours…" to emphasized his point, he stroked back up smokescreen's chest, feeling smokescreen's spark throbbing even though smokescreen was clenching his denta's to keep from making any sounds.

"NGH! STOP IT! WHAT IS WITH YOU?! Is this some new kind of decepticon interrogation technic" smokescreen growled, hating what the medic's touches were doing to him.

Knockout chuckled in amusement.

Oh this bot is so naïve, which is what made him so desirable.

"interrogations are left to the more… aggressive mechs…. I'm a doctor, I deal in medicine." He said, enjoying the sight of the flustered mech.

"so what? Your gonna do some kind of sick experiments on me. "smokescreen glared, Giving a slight tug on one of the cuffs that held his arm down.

This only earned an amused roar of laughter from knockout. Smokescreen furrowed his brows not getting the private joke.

Knockout came down from his bout of laughter and leered hungrily at the trapped autobot. "you haven't any idea why you here do you?" not waiting for an answer, he continued. "think about it. Your hooked up to an energon drip. Why you may ask. Cause you have suffered a great amount of energon loss. How did that happen I wonder lol." he chuckled at the end of his summery. Fangs gleaming as he smiled.

Smokescreen just glared at him, knowing knockout had to have something to do with it.

The medic took that as a cue to continue. "anyway, I captured you because I so enjoy your company. And I wish to spends some nice quality time with you" as he spoke, he expanded his EM field, flowing out to mingle with smokescreen's, giving smokescreen a hint at what he had in mind.

The young bot's optics widened, Feeling the lust emanating off him. Panic began to flood his mind as things began to klick.

He also didn't notice till now that knockout had abnormally sharp canines.

The horrifying reality he was in hit him hard and he began to struggle in his restraints.

sensing smokescreen's distress, knockout held smokescreen's chin, making him look into his optics.

"shhhhh theres no need to be afraid….. Relax….. Your far too tense….. Let me sooth your fears away…" knockout cooed seductively as His optics began to glow hypnotically. Smokescreen struggled to pull his chin out of knockout's servo but looking into his optics, he found that he could not look away, his optics now caught in his leer.

Smokescreen tried and failed to close his optics or look elsewhere, but for some reason his optics wouldn't listen to him. The more he stared into knockout's optics, the harder it was to think straight. crimson optics bore deep into his own, piercing right into his spark. the rookie's spark began to pound, feeling the medic's presence starting to consume him, wrapping around and caress his spark seductively.

his breath hitched at a sudden erotic squeeze to his spark. Lulling him into a submissive relaxed state. He suddenly felt a bit lightheaded, his struggles dying down.

Whats happening to me? Why can't I look away? What is knockout doing to me?!

Smokescreen's mind continued to panic as knockout pulled him deeper into his power. In his mind, he could no longer feel the world around him, he was weightless, floating, yet something was holding his frame, like an embrace from all around him. He could feel a presence all over his body, caressing and groping him erotically. He squirmed under the sensations, feeling his frame heat up from the touches.

Those same optics hovered in his vision, holding him in place while an invisible servo wrapped around his spark and began fondling it.

Smokescreen couldn't hold back the moan that left his lips as the touches sent shivers and arousing jolts through him. He arched into the servo, lost in the sensation that took over his mind and body. He was like a helpless puppet on strings as the puppet master manipulated and controlled his body.

Outside his mind, smokescreen's struggles ceased. His body feeling weak and his breath shaky and uneven. Knockout smiled as the baby blue optics glazed over and fell half-mast. The rookie stared back tiredly as the medic began to chuckle.

"That's my good mech….. Relax….. Your safe…. Safe in my arms…" knockout cooed, his voice adding to his hypnotic spell as he stroked the rookie's cheek with his thumb.

Smokescreen's mind was lost in the hazy spell. Unable to think straight or resist the medic's power.

' *moan* wha… safe… am I safe?… *more moaning* so hard to think… '

The young guard couldn't hold back the shiver going through him as knockout ghosted his servo down his chest and side lightly, making his protoform prickle, kinda like what the humans call goosebumps. the medic leaned closer, face only a hair away from smokescreen's. Those optics growing bigger, completely filling smokescreen's vision, then capturing his lips in a seductive dominating kiss, Causing the young bot to melt. The rookie's optics slid closed as he felt knockout's power fully consuming him, the ability to resist completely gone. He let knockout's glossa press its way into his mouth and dominate his own, Wrapping around and stroking it seductively.

the young bot let out a moan into knockout's mouth. It felt … so… good.

Knockout smiled, ghosting his servo over smokescreen's stomach… down to cup his interface panel, rubbing it slowly…

Smokescreen's helm fell back as he unconsciously pressed up into knockout's servo. Letting out a series of moans and mewls as he squirmed in his bindings. Knockout leaned down and began kissing smokescreen's neck hungrily. His prisoner venting from the heat building up in his body. The medic's spell making smokescreen fall into a state of arousal, slowly building with every touch.

The young bot moaned again, opening his optics partially, his mind trying to climb out of the haze he was trapped in.

No….this isn't right… I...I can't give in like this… what's wrong with me? ….*moan*….. w-wha.. why am

I fighting-…. So…. Hard to think…. Ughhhhh…

Smokescreen's mind fell back into the haze as knockout began teasing his interface panel, groaning as he pressed up into the servo. This earned a pleased rumble from the crimson bot above him. Said bot then reached over to the berth controls and deactivated the restraints.

"I think somebot is eager to be pleasured…." Knockout purred. Trailing kisses down smokescreen's chest and teasing a headlight while servos reached down and started massaging his inner thighs, slowly spreading them apart.

Smokescreen arched into the touches, optics opening slightly as he stared up at nothing, squirming In pleasure from the attention.

Ughhh… feels….. So good…

My… my body feels… so heavy…..

Hughhh….. wha…. Why was I trying to fight?...

All thoughts of resistance were gone from his mind. Lost in hypnotic seduction as the medic continued to fondle his body.

He groaned as he felt that wet slick glossa lick his headlight, feeling a pleasurable tingle travel from there to his spark and spike. The young elite guard arched into it, squirming slightly.

Ohhhhhh primus…. That feels wonderful…..

His spike twitched from the attention to his thighs, giving no resistance as his legs were spread apart. Knockout trailed kisses lower and lower, down his chest, tank and finally his interface panel, peppering it with slow seductive kisses, licking and teasing it excitedly.

Smokescreen gasped, body arching and squirming under knockout's touch. A servo dug into the berth as he unconsciously grinded his panel up against knockout's lusting lips.

"hughhhhhh…. Ughhhhhhhhh….please…" He was now a willing puppet. Desperate for his master to take him, to be lost in his power, feed on him and make him feel weak with pleasure. He had to feel his master…

"please… take me master….. I w-want… want…" he begged, opening his panel, his spike throbbing with need. Knockout chuckled, looking on smokescreen's delicious spike , kneading his servos on smokescreen's inner thighs in anticipation.

"don't worry my pet… your master will take good care of you…." The crimson bot cooed.

Then knockout began his assault, kissing and licking the head of smokescreen's spike. swirling his glossa around the tip, teasing it as well as trailing kisses under the length from the base to the head.

Smokescreen threw his helm back, shouting in pleasure as his body arched up. The sensation felt so good that prefluids started to leak from his throbbing spike.

Knockout hummed as he took the leaking spike into his mouth, suclking it as well as stroking the rookie's trembling thighs.

Smokescreen panted and moaned helplessly as knockout continued seducing him. His Legs spread wider, so eager to feel more.

"are we enjoying being pleasured my little autobot?" knockout cooed, Sliding his glossa in and out of the slit. Smokescreen could only mewl in response, the sensation feeling wonderful.

"would you like your master to take you completely?... to make you my thrall and feed on you?... " knockout purred seductively.

"hughhh yes… yes master….. take me…. Take me now…. Make me yours… drink my energon….. I am yours body and spark…" smokescreen moaned as his hazed optics slide closed, lifting his pelvis, offering himself to his master.

Knockout smiled wickedly. The autobot was completely under his power. And oh so willing to be his. It made his mouth water in anticipation. That hard aching spike leaking prefluids, begging to be devoured, so desperate to feel the touch of it's master.

With a lick of his lips, knockout purred "and mine you shall be" with that, knockout swallowed his spike. Taking it down to the base and sucking it ravinesly. Glossa swirling under the spike's ribs.

Smokescreen arched off the med birth, crying out in blissful pleasure as his master devoured his spike.

"HUAAGH! AHHH yes! UHhhh oh master…." He moaned wantonly as he lightly rocked his pelvis into knockout's hungry mouth.

Knockout grinned inwardly, he loved how willing his prey had become. Oh so eager to be feed on.

The rookie's arousal increased with every second. His spike throbbing excitedly in anticipation of having the medic drink from it.

"p-please master…..*moan* feed on me….uhh hugh hagh" smokescreen begged, wanted his master to feed on him.

Knockout hummed hearing his autobot begging. Just as he desired.

He gave the rookie's spike one final squeeze with his mouth before sinking his fangs in and sucking his energon.

Smokescreen arched and let out a scream. Then the pain turned to pleasure as the flow ran threw his spike, increasing his arousal. The pooling heat in his interface grew with each pull, making him pant and moan excitedly. His optics rolled back, glossa hanging out, he was lost to the world.

The crimson medic created a rhythmic flow pumping and drinking the rookie's spike. Soon the poor bot would be his thrall and willingly give himself to him, crying out in pleasure as he takes his body.

Smokescreen was quickly reaching his peak. Thrusting his spike into his master's mouth vigorously. It all felt so good. His moans filled the room, drowning any other sound out. His mind going blank as he felt knockout's power consume him. he was becoming knockout's thrall. his feelings towards knockout changed from hating him to wanting nothing more then to be with him and feel his master's love.

Suddenly smokescreen arched off the berth completely, throwing his helm back and pelvis up as he screamed out in blissful overload.

"UGHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

His essence spurting out in a flood. Knockout drank down hungrily enjoying every last drop the rookie surrendered to him along with the last of his will. Knockout smiled wickedly as he watched his new thrall moan, bathing in the afterglow of his overload, shaky venting, his legs twitching, optics staring up blindly while glossa hung out in contentment. He began weakly thrusting his spike up, oblivious to anything but the pleasure. Knockout grabbed the his spike and took it into his mouth, sucking out the last bit of transfluid.

Smokescreen moaned, felling wonderfully weak, still feeling the aftermath of his overload and his master's bite in his spike. He felt as If his spike has been drained dry and it felt wonderful. He never felt so good in his life. And now that he was bound to his master, he'd get to feel like this forever.

He sighed contently as knockout crawled up the berth to lay with him, caressing his cheekplate and turning him to look into his master's optics.

"did you enjoy that my little autobot?"

"Yes… yes master... it felt so wonderful…. so… amazing..." he moaned weakly as he pressed himself against his master. His spike throbbed wonderfully. And his master's bite feeling amazing. It felt soo good to have his master's mark in his spike. Knockout wrapped his arms around his precious autobot, pulling him close and pressing his pelvis against smokescreen's.

Smokescreen purred, nuzzling into knockout's neck contently as he fell into recharge. Happy in his master's arms.

Knockout grinned as he snuggled his new thrall.

" we are going to have so much fun my pet… just wait… "