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***Insanity part 3**

** Pleasure** written by StSE, universe G1

Scream sat silently next to Sam as they all sat around the campfire. The humans were roasting marshmallows as they drank their cans of beer, joking and carrying on as if they were teenagers.

The red clone’s optics strayed to the yellow clone. Speed was obviously slightly possessive of Daniel. The only humans he let very near the man without a wary look were Angie and Sam. Whenever anyone else approached the blond man, the clone was suddenly glued to his side. His optics intently watching every little thing that occurred… But Scream had to admit that Daniel treated him well. Spoke to him as if he were equal. As if he was actually one of THEM..

Scream chewed on this idea as his optics fell onto his own drunken master. She seemed different from what he knew of her. In the company of these other humans she was warm and cheerful. The cold harsh woman who laughed at his screams of agony, almost seemed to be another person entirely! He watched as she interacted with Tron. As she praised him, petted him, even kissed him.. She acted so different towards the gray clone than she did towards himself. But unlike Speed’s master, she made it obvious who was master. Tron was not her equal and would never be treated as such. He knew it, just as Scream now knew it…

Scream tensed as he felt a hand on his thigh armor. Glancing next to him, he met the slightly glazed gray eyes of the man named Sam. “So you’re mine for the next few days,” he purred as his eyes roved over him.

The red clone gulped down his rising fear, and nodded. He forced a smile on his face. Perhaps he could get this man to like him? Perhaps the man wouldn’t beat him for being a bad clone?

Sam turned slightly in his chair and took his lips. As his tongue flicked over his lips, Scream parted his, tasting the flavor of the Budweiser on Sam’s tongue as it entered. The man’s kiss was so different, so soft, so pleasant… Scream found himself responding in turn to Sam’s actions. His chassis shivering as Sam suckled his glossa just slightly, as if savoring the flavor. As Sam pulled away from him, the man chuckled. Scream glued his optics to the fire, wincing as he expected a tirade at his ineptness. Maybe even a backhand across his face.

Sam licked his lips as he glanced at Speed. “Damn Speed! And here I thought you were a good kisser,” he teased.

There were jokes all around about Angie’s fine ‘training’ of Scream. But the red clone stayed silent, even as the glow of happiness spread through his networks. For Tron sat across from him. And once this little ‘loan’ was over, Scream knew the clone would make him hurt…

Angie joked with every one else, but her eyes fell onto Scream. As she had owned the two machines, and yes, to her that was all they were, she was now envisioning herself as a young child in him. She had been a stupid child. That’s why she’d deserved what she got. Yes, stupid. And the machine was blindly playing out her early life. But unlike her, he’d never get smart and grow up. Yes, he was nothing but a machine. Preprogrammed to respond in the way she wished. He had no true feelings. Machines couldn’t have true feelings. You stored them away in a cupboard until you wished to use them. Yes, this is what you did with machines. Scream was nothing more than a blender.

But yet something deep inside her felt freedom when he screamed. Yes, like her internal pain was being vindicated with each and every thrust of Tron’s thick cable into the writhing machine. This was her way to release her internal rage, anger, feelings of low self worth. Yes, these machines were perfect tools. She didn’t feel guilty since they weren’t alive. They were mere tools - that was all.

She felt Tron’s hand slide along her shoulders, beginning to rub the soreness out of them. She glanced up at him, giving him a smile. Yes, like Scream he was also just a tool. But his programming had adapted to her so well. If anything he was the perfect machine, the perfect clone. Able to adapt and come up with new ways to please her.. Yes, unlike the stupid one that could never please her – Tron had better programming. He was the better model. She’d enjoy him until he was obsolete, then she’d toss him in the dumpster.

Yes, when she’d bought them, she thought she could find love and companionship. And while she found the latter, the machines were simply incapable of love. Once again, it had eluded her. With a sigh she turned her eyes from Tron and settled them back on Scream. Scream would pay for not being capable of love. The damned machine would pay!

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“You are a good kisser,” Sam said as he released his lips again. He lay on top of the red clone, his fingers exploring his chassis.

Daniel and Speed were on the other side of the master bed. Daniel glanced up and winked at his husband. “I would try him out…”

“But I’d get mad!” Speed snorted as he shot Scream a threatening glance. “He’s mine and Sam’s – nobody else’s. You got that?!?” he said with a smirk.

Sam rubbed his wing soothingly as the red clone tensed at Speed’s words. “Ah, don’t listen to Speed; he’s just a tad possessive of Daniel. He’s got nothing against you,” he purred. Then he licked an intake, making the clone under him moan in pleasure.

“He’s cool, as long as he stays away from you,” Speed quipped. He squealed as Daniel ground his hips into him. “So what do ya wanna do tonight?” he asked in an excited tone of voice.

The red clone relaxed. He wouldn’t approach Daniel like that, unless he was ordered to. To did this mean he was ‘cool’? “So I’m cool as long as I’m loaned to you?” he asked Sam, searching his face with his optics.

“Yep, you’re cool. Even if you’re a wimpy flyer,” Speed quipped.

“Speed, do you HAVE to insult a clone with every sentence?” Daniel chuckled as he bit down on the clone’s chest plate.

“OOOOHHHHHHHHH!” Speed moaned as he arched up into him. “My bad,” he added with a quick glance at Scream.

Scream looked up at Sam, his networks responding to the half-drunk man grinding his hips against him by activating his interface networks. From the sounds of it, Speed always received and gave pleasure to these humans - which was exactly what they were programmed to do! For the first time in his short life, the red clone looked up into a human’s face as they enjoyed his chassis – without fear. He wanted to please this man. Wanted to please him so, so badly! “So what do ya wanna do tonight?” he asked, copying what Speed had said.

Sam stopped briefly and took another long sip of beer. Then he and Daniel exchanged a deep kiss as they ground their hips against the different clones. When they were done, he looked down into the handsome gray face of the Seeker clone. The eagerness in those optics, so similar to Speed, yet different. He knew Speed just pleased him because he was Daniel’s husband. This clone, even though he was just a ‘loaner’ seemed to honestly want to please him. “I want to feel your tight port around my cock, while you jack off,” he slurred.

The red clone searched his memory banks, cross-referencing the ‘jack off’ term. So the man wanted him to self-interface as he used one of his ports? His ports began to self-lubricate even as he open their external access. He’d always wanted to feel a human cock in him, not Tron’s cable. He squealed in excitement as the man’s fingers entered him.

“Since you’re owned by a woman, have you ever had a cock in you?” Sam purred.

“N.. No,” Scream stammered. He didn’t think Tron’s cable counted. It wasn’t a true ‘cock’ in human terms.

“So you’re his first. Damn bastard always getting to use the toys first!” Daniel teased as he shifted positions on the bed. Bending the moaning Speed face down over it as he pumped his fingers in-and-out of the eager yellow mech…

Sam chuckled as he added more fingers. “That’s what happens when you’re the man in the relationship,” he teased back in a purr. The two men stretched across the bed, exchanging in another deep kiss as they played with their gasping and moaning ‘toys’.

“AHHHHHHH TAAAAAAKKKKKKKEEEEE MMMMMEEEEEE DAAAANNNIIIIEELLL!” Speed screamed as he trembled in want. His networks lighting up… His port aching to be filled… To be used…

“Mmmmmmmmmm!” Scream mewed as he arched up against Sam. The first time in his life feeling true pleasure.. No pain.. But pure pleasure… He wanted to melt into this man’s fingers. Become HIS slave forever…

The men parted their lips, and each one grabbed another beer as they continued to finger fuck the two clones. Daniel gave Sam a mischievous grin. “You know what would be interesting….” He purred.

Sam gulped his sip down, even as he plunged a third finger into the clone writhing in ecstasy beneath him. “And that would be?” he asked.

“To see Scream suck Speed off, while Speed sucks him off, with us fucking both of them!” Daniel purred with a smirk. He slapped Speed on his aft. “Would you do that, my dirty little clone? Would you suck him off?” he asked.

Speed glanced at Scream. He’d not been programmed to interface with other clones, but if it would turn Daniel on – he’d do it. “You knooooooowwwwww I’d dooooooo anyyyyyythinnnnnnngggg fooooorrrrrr yoooouuuuuu!” he moaned.

Sam looked down at Scream, “And you?” he asked. His dick was getting so hard from just the thought of seeing the two suck each other off.. God! What a good idea!

Anything to keep this pleasure going…. Anything… Yes, he do whatever they asked of him.. He didn’t care! No pain… No screaming or yelling or beating… He’d do anything!! “YYEEEEEESSSSS! GIVE ME YOUR CABLE SPEED!!! PLLLLLEEEEEAAAASSSEEE!” he screamed.

They scooted over slightly. Now Scream lay on his back across the width of the bed. His hips right at the edge of it. Sam standing between his spread legs, stroking himself even as he continued to finger fuck the clone’s wet port. Speed was on all fours over the other clone, his pelvis over Scream’s head, and his legs on the floor now. Daniel stood behind him, spreading Speed’s own lubricant over his throbbing cock.

“Extend cables, say seven-and-a-half by four width,” Daniel ordered.

The two moaning clones extended their cables, the other clone encircling it with his hand. They moaned and shuddered as they felt the two men’s cocks sliding inside their ready ports.

“Now suck you dirty little clones – SUCK!” Daniel growled as he began long thrusts into Speed’s quivering port.

Scream slid Speed’s black rubber cable into his mouth. For the first time, he truly wanted to give another clone pleasure! He worked his glossa along its length as he added some vacuum pressure to his mouth. He felt the yellow clone tremble, whether from his mouth or his master’s cock sliding in-and-out of him Scream did not know. But as he felt the sensation of a soft, yet hard human cock slide into his forward port, just as a clone’s mouth swallowed up his own cable – Scream realized that he truly didn’t care!

“They love those fucking black cocks in their mouths,” Sam growled as he drove his cock deep inside the warm, tight, slickness of the red clone’s port. Speed’s helm touched his lower abdomen as he did so. The maroon helm went up-and-down as he pleasured the red clone. His moans muffled by the rubber cable in his mouth.

“Oh God Sam! It is so sexy! So fucking sexy to see Speed giving him head!” Daniel moaned. He began to slow his thrusts down, not wanting to cum too quickly.

Scream felt Speed increase his suction slightly on the length of his shaft. Obviously pleased that he had pleased his master! Scream responded in turn, copying Speed stroke for stroke.

Sam slowed down as well. Pulling his cock almost all the way out before he slowly slid it in. Savoring every inch of that tight port! “You know Daniel, it’s nice that we could do this for hours, and know that our ‘partners’ will be able to walk tomorrow,” he noted with a wry grin at his lover.

“Yes, I agree. Shall we go slow and then choreograph when we all cum – or overload?” he added the last part with a pat on Speed’s rump. His thrusts slow and sure..

“Mmmmmmmmm, Hmmmmmmmm!” Speed’s muffled agreement could be heard.

So they continued this for an hour. All parties enjoying the intensity of the sustained pleasure - Of the understanding of mutual satisfaction… And with a word from Sam, they all increased their speed. Timing their impending climaxes almost perfectly! With a final combined yell, the two men thrust forward, tight against the armor of their clone partner. Their bodies glistening in a sheen of sweat as their cocks seemed to pulse as one. Filling the ports of the clones with the warm spray of success.. The clones waited a brief moment, their chassis humming with their own impending overloads. Their mouths and glossas working on each other’s cable.. Pushing them over the edge of the black abyss of overload…

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Scream felt his chassis being moved by strong arms. He whimpered even as he rebooted. His meta still not quite into reality. He trembled in fear.. Fearing that those hands were Tron’s.. Positioning him for more pain.. He felt a hand caress his helm. Human lips touching his briefly.. “Shhhhhh Scream, it’s just me, Sam. Would you retract your wings?” a deep, mature male voice asked.

The red clone relaxed as he activated his optics and retracted his wings. He was safe. He was still on loan. Tron wouldn’t rape him for a few more days.. Sam was moving him so that he could lie down next to him. The man’s six foot one inch frame almost matching Scream’s as he stretched out next to the clone. Sam lay next to Daniel, on the other side of who was the rebooting yellow clone. But Sam faced Scream as he ran his fingers lightly down his cheek. “You are so timid Scream.. So beautiful…” he said softly as his eyes closed and he began to snore.

Scream shifted slightly. Though it was a touch uncomfortable to keep his wings retracted, he had defragged in far worse discomfort. It was far better than when he hung in the chains for an entire week!! As Sam’s hand reached up and caressed his cockpit, the red clone sighed happily. He had felt pleasure, true pleasure, just as he was designed to do.. And it had felt so, so good!

Daniel was now also snoring softly, and Scream’s audios heard the sounds of another clone moving slightly. He saw the glow of infrared optics raise up. Switching his own into that spectrum, he saw that the yellow clone had propped his helm up on a hand and was studying him. But he didn’t get the eerie sensation that a predator was sizing him up…

“Psssstttt, Scream,” the yellow clone whispered.

“Um, ya?” he whispered back.

“You know, for a wimpy ass flyer, you sure do know how to suck a cock,” Speed whispered to him with a wink.

Scream’s face heated up slightly. He knew that this was the best compliment he’d probably ever get out of the yellow clone. But it was still a compliment. And he wasn’t used to getting compliments. Especially from more dominant clones! But how should he respond?!? Deciding he should stroke the braggart’s ego a bit, he glanced back at him. “One day I’ll try to be as good at it as you are,” he quietly replied.

He could hear the pleased hum of Speed’s engine as he lay back down. Pleasure filled him, for he had pleased the men, and pleased the yellow clone. With a smile of happiness, he let himself sink into defrag.

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“Now make sure you get every piece of mud off them flyboy,” Speed said as he pushed another hot bike back to the rack. It was coated in mud so thick, that the color was barely even visible.

“Did we win?” Scream asked as he brought the hose over and began to work on the bike that Daniel had just used. Steam began to rise as the cold water hissed against the hot muffler.

“Of course!” Speed snickered with his gray nose held high. But then he grinned, and began to recite the details of the race Daniel had just run – in EXCRUCIATING DETAIL..

Scream didn’t care. He meekly smiled as he worked and listened. It was true that the yellow clone was a truly obnoxious braggart, and tended to insult him in every sentence he said. But there didn’t seem to really be a mean bolt in Speed’s chassis. Scream felt somehow safe around the braggart. Especially now that he knew the clone only had optics for Daniel. To the point he was fixated on the man.

“….And then they hit the far corner. It’s a real tight turn and two busted their asses as their rear tires slid out from under them. But Daniel! Oh man, he whizzed through it like…..” the yellow clone continued to elaborate..

Tuning his bragging out, Scream smiled as the mud slowly fell off, exposing the Yamaha symbols underneath. He was doing a good job for once. Overseen by a clone who wouldn’t rape him, wouldn’t beat him. True, he was constantly berating him for being wimpy and stupid – but Scream knew he was just telling the truth. So while it hurt a little bit, it wasn’t bad.

“Well, well, well, barely recognized you, you stupid clone,” Tron sneered as he walked up. He cocked his helm, his optics narrowing as he studied his favorite victim. “You know, the mud covered look actually suits you. Yes, just a cyberpig in the mud,” he snickered.

Speed had been in midsentence describing Daniel’s victorious cross over the finish line when Tron rudely interrupted him. “Hey asswipe, I was telling him how my master just CREAMED your master!” he said as he glowered at the gray clone. “So why don’t you LOSER take your silver fucking aft somewhere else!”

Scream whimpered and slunk against the motorcycle he was washing. He was afraid for the yellow clone. Tron would kill him for talking to him like that! Totally kill him!

Tron balled up his fist, ready to swing at the obnoxious yellow clone, but then his shoulder armor was slapped hard. He spun around, growling in anger, and found himself looking directly into the red optics of that damned blue Trakersly clone. Realizing he was outnumbered, he decided that he should use tact with these two, for he could tell they were as dominant as him – even if they would never truly be his equal. One day, one day he’d make them both pay for their insolence. He just needed to bide his time. “Well TC, glad you could join our little party,” he purred as he slapped the clone’s intake in a friendly manner.

TC’s face lit up in a warm smile as he wrapped his arm around Tron’s shoulder armor and laughed. “COOL! A party!?! And I even got the sodas!” he said.

Speed’s face went from a scowl, to a gleeful eagerness in a split second. He rushed forward, grabbing the plastic bag out of TC’s hand. “Did you get Dr Pepper?!? DID YA? DID YA?! OHHHH COOOOOLLLLL YOU DID!!!” he jumped from foot-to-foot as he pulled out a plastic bottle of the drink.

TC pulled his arm off Tron’s shoulders as he dove for the bag that Speed had just dropped. He got his hands under it just as it hit the muddy ground. “Shit Speed, you are such a fucking idiot! You know better than to drop sodas!!” he exclaimed as he cradled the bag against his cockpit.

Speed was busy trying to get his open. Glancing up at the flyer, his sharp optics noticed something REEAAAAALLLL QUICK! He began to shriek in laughter, even as he struggled with the cap. “Geese don’t you two fuckin’ fly boys look like such a matched pair!! And you call ME a dirt eater?!? God!” he teased.

Tron looked at the two flyers. Indeed, they were now both equally coated with mud, while he and Speed were fairly spotless. And whatever that ‘soda’ was – he was entitled to some. So holding his hand out, he smirked. “Yep Speed, two fucking mudpipers aren’t they?” he purred, with a quick wink at the obnoxious yellow clone.

TC grunted, automatically handing him a bottle even as he picked himself off the ground. Then he reached his hand into the bag, fishing out the last one. “Shit, I gave you the one I bought for Scream here,” he grumbled under his breath.

Tron shrugged. “He doesn’t need one,” he stated. Pulling up a fold out chair, he sat down and opened his. Taking a small sip, he let it coat his glossa. The soda fizzed as it coated, the multitude of flavor chemicals creating quite a pleasing sensation.

Speed snorted his agreement as he took the other seat. “Mmmmmmmm Damn this is GOOD!!!” he exclaimed as he enjoyed the fizz on his glossa.

TC looked at the two, then over at the mud-covered red clone who had turned from them and was making himself busy with his assigned job. But his wings were drooping, a sure sign that he was crying over being left out. TC again glanced at the two ground clones. Who were now joking about how much better Speed was at giving a BJ than Scream was. Once again his optics drifted back to the red clone. He thought about what Sharon would tell him to do in this situation. She’d tell him to share.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as Scream washed the last specks of mud from Daniel’s bike. He was useless. He wasn’t strong like these clones. He was just a ‘loaner’ clone. That’s all. And when he’d finished his ‘job’ of entertaining Sam, then he’d be at Tron’s bidding again. Obviously Speed and TC could see that Tron was the good clone. The strong clone that they should have as a friend… Scream was a bad clone. He didn’t deserve friends. But then he felt a hand on one of his wings. Yelping in fright, he spun and cringed against the bike. But his optics didn’t meet those terrible optics of Tron – they met the warm optics of TC.

He held his opened soda out to the red clone. “Hey, you wanna try a sip? It’s KILLER!” TC told him.

With trembling hands, Scream reached up and grabbed the plastic bottle. He put it to his quivering lips and took a small sip, and then handed it back. His mouth exploded with incredible sensations! The Dr Pepper fizzing over his sensitive glossa, its many flavors stimulating his sensors like he’d never before experienced! “Th – Thank you T –TC,” he stammered. His optics looking up at the strong blue clone with absolute idolization..

“Tell ya what, there’s a car wash not far from here. Let’s ditch these freagin’ ground clones and go cleanup,” TC said as he took a sip. Screwing the cap back on, he stuffed the valuable soda inside his cockpit and nodded for Scream to follow him.

“Where you fuckers goin’?” Speed demanded to know.

TC flicked him playfully on his helm. “To get a better shine than what you got dirt eater,” he snickered.

“But he’s assigned to me?!?” Speed shot back as he put his feet up on another fold-out chair.

“Awww, Sam’ll want him shiny don’t ya think? Or do YOU want to clean his aft up? Hmmmmm?” TC joked back. He grabbed Scream’s arm, dragging the timid clone to his thrusters.

“Got a point. Cleaning up stupid clones is your specialty loser,” Speed snorted. “Just don’t take too freagin’ long!” he yelled as the two Seeker clones transformed and zoomed off.

Tron smirked as he watched the two Seekers leave. Taking another small sip of the wonderful tasting soda, he turned to Speed. “So tell me, was he better than you last night?” he purred, just knowing that the braggart would tell him everything that Scream had done with Sam – in the most EXCRUTIATING detail….

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