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Stud	By : Kettle Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 3837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Stud
Author: Kettle
Rating: Adult+
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Hasbro/Takara.
Summary: G1. Soundwave takes pride in all his duties, even the unsavoury ones. Set in season 1-2.
Author’s Note: Okay, Harley Quinn hyenaholic said “do more humiliation”, Anon #1 asked for more Soundwave, and Anon #2 wanted a sequel to “Welcome Home, Noble Voyager”. This isn’t exactly a sequel to “Welcome Home…” and IMO it isn’t quite as nasty, but it’s got Soundwave and Megatron and sexual power play stuff, so enjoy (hopefully)!
Feedback: Yes, please – good, bad, indifferent, I can take it.

Megatron glowered at the navy blue mech in the doorway as he idly stroked his pulsing erection.

“You’re late.”

“Unforeseen and unavoidable delay,” Soundwave replied. He began to explain further, but Megatron cut him off.

“Shut up and make yourself useful,” the Decepticon leader snapped. He lay back on the recharge bed. “I’m full to bursting.”

Soundwave inclined his head slightly; the ghost of a nod. “As you command, Megatron.”

Megatron watched as Soundwave undid the panels that shielded his groin. He did his best not to let his anticipation show as Soundwave’s interfacing circuitry expanded upwards. The tapedeck’s seventy-five centimetres of hardware was no match for Megatron’s magnificent one point two metre member, but what Soundwave lacked in length he more than made up for in girth and stamina. It was why Megatron chose him for this task with far greater frequency than any of the other Decepticons.

A small bead of oily cum formed at the tip of Megatron’s own equipment, despite his efforts. He parted his legs a little as Soundwave walked towards the bed. The navy blue Decepticon bent slightly and hooked his arms under Megatron’s legs, positioning his leader correctly in preparation for sex. Megatron did not help Soundwave at all. Making his sexual partners do all the work reminded them that their only role in the act was to pleasure him. In Soundwave’s case, it was a particularly important reminder.

A few cubic centimetres of cum oozed from the tip of Soundwave’s fat rod. He let go of one of Megatron’s legs and spread the viscous, rainbow-tinted liquid over the head and shaft of his straining circuitry. He took hold of Megatron’s leg again and carefully eased his greased-up pole into his leader’s exhaust.

Megatron’s legs twitched on penetration. The silver Decepticon clenched his fists, and his optics dimmed slightly as Soundwave slid all the way home. He savoured the fullness for a microsecond, then brought his optics back up to full power.

“Don’t just stand there,” he barked. “You’ve already kept me waiting far too long.” As Soundwave began to move against him, Megatron added, “And may Primus help you if I go off early!”

Soundwave gazed at Megatron’s impressive cock as he thrust in and out of his exhaust. Eons ago, when he was first shown into Megatron’s presence and ordered to perform this task, he couldn’t fathom why the cruel Decepticon leader was taking the submissive role, lying on his back with his legs apart like a cheap Iacon whore. One hundred and thirty two seconds later, when he was on his knees in a pool of his own jizz while Megatron’s mighty erection still towered over him, Soundwave understood. Later that night, with the taste of Megatron’s exhaust fresh in his mouth, he had begun to train himself to delay his orgasm.

“Aaah.” Megatron squirmed a little under him, and bellowed, “Harder!”

Soundwave complied, increasing the power of his thrusts. He still remembered Megatron’s expression the first time he’d made him come through penetration alone. He was servicing Megatron in the presence of his cassettes – punishment for an espionage mission gone badly wrong. An almost comical mixture of surprise and alarm had flashed across Megatron’s face as he blew his load, before he composed himself and broke their connection with a well-placed kick to Soundwave’s tapedeck. But from then on, Megatron had asked for him almost nightly. And once again, Soundwave understood.

Megatron enjoyed being fucked.

The Decepticon leader’s legs jerked suddenly in the cassette player’s arms and he let go a long groan. Soundwave grunted as his holding tank churned, reminding him of how full it was. He took a microsecond to compose himself and then continued. He had not had to rim or fellate Megatron in millennia and he was not about to do so tonight. Soundwave took pride in fucking Megatron well. He did not care that Megatron never thanked him. He did not care that Megatron sometimes called him by a different name. Making his tyrannical leader pop like a blocked fuel line was all the satisfaction and reward that Soundwave needed.

Megatron writhed on the bed as the pressure in his holding tank increased. He clenched his fists reflexively, digging his fingers into the metal beneath him – anything to keep from wrapping both hands around his bursting cock and jerking himself senseless. There was nothing except Soundwave’s hot, swollen steel inside him and the feedback overloading his pelvic unit. It was incredible, it was exquisite, it was – it was –

“Soundwave!” Megatron gasped, before a powerful jet of oily cum exploded out of him and arced over the bed, hitting the ceiling on the way. Soundwave let his own load go as his leader thrashed under him, coming and coming. Timing was all – if he was still hard when Megatron’s orgasm subsided, he would not be permitted to finish himself off. Soundwave held Megatron’s legs and let his interfacing circuitry slip out of the other Decepticon’s exhaust as it began to retract.

At last, the geyser of fluid flowing from Megatron’s big pole tapered off and then stopped completely. Megatron exhaled and relaxed his body, his legs sagging slightly in Soundwave’s arms.

A nanosecond later, hot gas and jizz roared from Megatron’s exhaust in an impressive cumfart. Soundwave did not flinch as his own oils splattered against his legs and groin. Finished, Megatron jerked a leg free of Soundwave’s grasp and nudged him backwards with his foot. The cassette player obeyed, letting go and backing up a few paces. Megatron scooted up the bed a little and reached for the bundle of rags he kept nearby for mopping up. He threw the dirtiest one at Soundwave. Soundwave successfully masked the pride he felt at seeing a slight tremble in the Decepticon leader’s strong, black hand.

Megatron gestured to a chair in the corner. “Sit.”

Soundwave sat and began to clean himself up.

Megatron propped himself up on his elbow as he lazily wiped his still sensitive circuitry clean. He eyed his communications officer warily. Soundwave’s phenomenal ability to fuck him almost senseless bothered him a great deal. Every other Decepticon exhausted himself before Megatron was even halfway through, meaning they were forced to eat him out or suck him off, or both – a healthy dose of sexual humiliation to keep them in their place. Megatron could order Soundwave to do the same, and dispense with penetration altogether… but he enjoyed Soundwave’s thick pole too much. Primus help him, after a long day capped by a crushing defeat at the hands of the accursed Autobots, he craved it.

Soundwave glanced up at him suddenly, making eye contact before quickly looking away again. Megatron focussed his optics on Soundwave’s face. The combination of visor and battle mask made Megatron uneasy, and his heavily modulated voice made Soundwave’s mood almost impossible to discern… except when he laughed, a sound that inexplicably always went straight to Megatron’s groin. What was Soundwave thinking now? Was he smug? Proud? Megatron looked down and began to fold the now soiled rag. Treating Soundwave to a reminder of his place would be no harm.

“Loyal Soundwave,” he remarked. “You are loyal?”

“To you alone, mighty Megatron,” Soundwave responded.

Megatron nodded, a faint smile on his face at the rote, empty response. “And discreet, of course,” he continued.

“Affirmative.”

Megatron looked up at him. “You would never divulge what goes on in this room, would you, Soundwave?”

“Negative,” Soundwave replied.

“Then perhaps,” Megatron said, his voice rising, “you could explain why just yesterday I overheard that bucket of bolts, Rumble, joke that my ill-temper was due to you ‘not doing your job properly’.”

He saw Soundwave’s optics flicker slightly behind his visor and pressed his advantage. “Stand when you address me!”

Soundwave scrambled to his feet, his interfacing circuitry still exposed. “Explanation… unknown,” he managed.

Megatron sat up, letting one leg hang over the edge of the bed. He didn’t dare stand, not yet.

“Never forget, Soundwave, that you pleasure me,” he snarled, “in whatever manner I choose. You will bend over and take my magnificent member up your stinking exhaust, if I choose. You will get on your knees and suck me dry before the entire army, if I choose.” He stroked the fusion cannon attached to his arm. “Refusal is not an option. Neither is blabbing to your wretched collection of factory rejects.”

“Understood, Megatron,” Soundwave replied.

“Good,” Megatron said. He reclined on the bed. “Get out of my sight.”

Soundwave bowed his head, replaced his crotchplate, and left the room. Megatron lay back, a contented smile on his face. His legs were still shaky, his exhaust port was sore. It was wonderful. Briefly he considered terminating Soundwave’s nightly visits for a few days to underscore the cassette player’s lack of importance, but he knew his resolve would not last. Megatron slipped his arm under his head and gave a rueful sigh. It was not good to be so... attached to one of his underlings. Under the right circumstances, such an attachment could prove extremely detrimental.

Still, things could be worse.

At least he wasn’t lusting after Starscream.

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