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Trouble - Wrecker Style	By : Alchemist Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Trouble - Wrecker Style pt 1
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Trouble – Wrecker Style
“I really don’t think this is a good idea Jackie” Bulkhead said with a shake of his helm.
Wheeljack grinned mischievously as he pulled out the flask of his ‘special energon’ and began to uncap it. “You gonna command a couple of Wreckers – you’re gonna learn to party like a Wrecker,” he snickered.
The green mech tried to put himself between Jackie and the energon storage unit. “That’s a nice thought, but you and I both know that Ultra Magnus is NOT going to party like a Wrecker.”
Pushing the larger Autobot aside with ease, Wheeljack spiked the general energon with his special blend. “Just given him a little, ahem, assistance with his anal retentive issues,” he winked at Bulkhead, “Just wait.. I’m sure he’ll get a real kick out of the experience.”
Bulkhead groaned inside as the cocky Wrecker strolled off. “We are both so in for it – and not in a good way either,” he muttered. He should’ve known that getting stuck in a long mission with BOTH Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack would eventually cause one of them to truly break. And Wheeljack was going to make sure that it was the uptight commander who would be the one breaking first. “Slag, wish that damned space bridge hadn’t gone down,” he grumbled. They’d been stuck flying back to Earth – old school style. Which meant the trip would take months! Months with the three of them bored out of their metas!
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Some time later…….
Ultra Magnus stood up from the navigational station. Stretching his neck linkages with much popping – he nodded for Bulkhead to take his position. “Take the comm soldier, I’m going to take a refueling break,” he ordered. Without much of a glance back, he assumed the green mech had jumped at the order, and so he headed to the door.
Bulkhead groaned as he met Wheeljack’s knowing smirk. “Sure thing – c-o-m-m-a-n-d-e-r. Don’t take too long this time. We might get lonely and all – without your invigorating conversation.” Jackie made sure to emphasize certain words – just to make sure the Ultra Magnus was aware of his general lack of respect for his command.
“And you S-o-l-d-i-e-r,” Ultra Magnus paused as he glanced back towards Wheeljack, he was getting just as bad about doing the same obnoxious emphasizing right back to Jackie, “I’d appreciate it if you would show some respect and shut that loose trap of yours.”
“Sure thing s-i-r,” Wheeljack gave him a half assed salute. His sarcastic smirk widened as the officer walked out of the bridge.
Bulkhead put his elbow servos on the navigational station console and dropped his head into his servos. “You’re going to get us court martialed for this – you know that Jackie?”
“Naw, how’re you gonna court martial anyone – when there’s so few of us left?” Wheeljack snickered. Wandering over to Bulkhead, he reached over him and turned the autopilot on. “Plus, how long has it been for you Bulkhead?” Setting his hands on the green mech’s shoulder mounts, he began to give him a much needed massage. “Wreckers… We take of each other, you know. Old Tightwad has just gotta figure that out.”
Leaning back into those wonderful massaging hands, Bulkhead looked back at his friend. “Been a while Jackie… But you KNOW Ultra Magnus ain’t gonna take to kindly to what you’ve done to him.”
Wheeljack leaned forwards, his lip components brushing Bulkhead’s audio receptor panel. “Oh, I haven’t done anything to him – yet. And what I’m gonna do to him is going to totally blow his RAM drive. He’ll be begging for more of old Jackie afterwards.” Spinning Bulkhead’s seat around, he leaned against him, grinding their codpieces together. “Just like you still do – ol’ buddy,” he purred.
“Jackie…” Bulkhead moaned as he wrapped his arms around the thinner wrecker. Jackie had always known just how to get his engine warmed up. All those long years of battling the cons together… Of the sweet release of interfacin’ afterwards.. The thrill of battle making it oh so good! His port slickened as the friction between them increased.
“Say it again,” Wheeljack whispered as he slid down the thick green armor, nipping as he went.
Bulkhead leaned back against the console. His protective panel sliding aside, baring his port to his comrade’s attentions. “Mmmmmm, Jackie…,” he moaned again. His chassis jerked as Wheeljack’s knowledgeable glossa made its presence known to his aching port. It’d been a long time since he’d gotten to party Wrecker style.
“You taste sooooo sweet,” Jackie mumbled between delectable licks of his glossa. True, Bulkhead wasn’t much on the optics – but he’d always been a willing partner during the downtime. Sucking a bit on the pert port, he used his fingers to spread him wide.
“Primus!” Bulkhead just about collapsed against the console behind him. Spreading his legs as far as his hip servos would go, he encouraged Jackie to sink his digits deep into him. Putting his hands on the other’s helm, he gently rubbed his sensitive audio panels.
“Mmmmm, as tasty as you ever were Bulker,” Wheeljack purred. Bulkhead’s port was so slick, so ready for some good old Wrecker style pounding… With some quiet whirrs, his own panel slid aside, freeing his ready cable. “You wannit hard and fast – or slow and long?” he growled, every word sounding dirtier than it had a right to be.
“Mmmm, slowwwwww,” Bulkhead wasn’t thinking too clearly. All he knew was that he had needed a long pounding for a long time… And Jackie never had a problem scratching another Wrecker’s itch.
Sliding along Bulkhead’s armor as he stood up, Wheeljack finally let the tip of his cable slide in that ready port. “How much do you want it?” he taunted the green mech. “Or should I say – need it?”
Slipping his hands to Jackie’s armor plated rump Bulkhead used his greater strength to force the thinner mech to ram his jack all the way in. “Enough not to let you fool around,” he whispered, his hands now forcing his comrade to pump in and out of his heat.
“I leave you two alone for a few astominutes – and all you do is fool around?!?” Ultra Magnus’s voice interrupted Bulkhead’s thoughts. His voice full of sarcasm and contempt for such undisciplined actions. “Soldiers – I order you to cease this activity while on duty!”
Wheeljack looked over his shoulder, boldly meeting his commander’s glare with his own. “At least Wrecker’s admit when we’ve got an itch to scratch – s-i-r,” he snickered as he continued thrusting into Bulkhead’s delectable port. “You care to join us – s-i-r?” he invited with a knowing smile. He’d lay credits on the fact that the little bit of his special brew would begin to affect Ultra Magnus’s meta processor about – now.
About to shoot a quick comeback about Wheeljack’s standard lack of following proper protocols – Ultra Magnus was shocked into silence as his long dormant interface system suddenly came online without his commands. He staggered against the communications console as his chassis violently responded to Bulkhead’s moan of pleasure. Shaking his helm, he sought to regain his control.
“Cat got your glossa – aye c-o-m-m-a-n-d-e-r?” Jackie purred. Gripping the green mech’s shoulder plates – he changed his tempo to fast and furious. He just knew the sounds of rough interfacing were driving Ultra Magnus to glitches right about now.
Bulkhead was beyond thinking about Ultra Magnus or anything else for that matter. “Yes…. Mmmmm… yeah… Jackie… mmmmmm… harder…!” he moaned. The clang of metal plating smashing hard against metal plating – filled the bridge like porno music for mechs.
“I….I… order…you…” Ultra Magnus tried in vain to compose himself. His port now having a mind of its own. Lubricant beginning to drip through the tight seams of his latched codpiece. It had been so long since he’d had any action.. So long that he’d forgotten how overwhelming desire truly was. His optics were locked onto the vision of Bulkhead’s port taking that slick jack. He wanted it so… so… But he couldn’t! It was against protocol! It was that always obnoxious Jackie!
“You order us to what? Slag you silly? S-i-r?” Jackie purred. His guess that Ultra Magnus had never tasted fireball energon had been right on the money. A true Wrecker could’ve handled a bit of an interface buzz on the nets – but big blue was handling it like a sparkling. His systems had to be fluxing pretty damn hard right now.
“No… against… protocol..I…” Ultra Magnus staggered as he tried to take a step towards them. He felt off balance.. Unable to focus.. His interface systems fully engaged and demanding release. He’d never ‘faced any of his men! How could he feel so needy all of a sudden?!? It was against every rule in the book! Yet he needed it… Needed it so bad…
Bulkhead yelled “Yeah! Right.. There!” to Jackie as his port began to pulse. His entire chassis shook with the force of his release. He pulsed again and again as Jackie ruthlessly pounded away. He was a thing of purest desire now. His meta descending into the primitive animal within…
“Ah, Bulky.. There you go.. Give it to me..” Jackie’s voice was low and gruff as he increased his force with every thrust. Wrecker’s liked it fast and hard. The harder the better. But Jackie had always been able to last. So even as that port tried to milk his transfluid from his jack – he continued to simply pound away. It could sometimes take astrohours for him to finally climax. That was just the way he was.
Bulkhead’s optics rolled up into his sockets as the strong thrusts continued unabated by his first climax. Circuits shut down in overload sequence bliss – until with a great clanging of armor – he knocked himself out and promptly fell to the floor as he went limp.
“Hmmmm, first round I always win ol’ buddy,” Jackie joked. Turning around, he didn’t even notice that his jack stood up stiffly at attention as he met Ultra Magnus’s conflicted orbs. “So I take it that you need a piece of me too – c-o-m-m-a-n-d-e-r?”
Ultra Magnus stared at that ready jack, fluids from Bulkhead dripping off of it. He couldn’t want this! Couldn’t do this! But there it was.. beckoning him with the promise of sweet release. Shaking his helm again, he tried in vain to clear the lust induced fog from his meta. Turning around, he sought to rip his optics as well as his meta from the allure of that ready spike. Unfortunately for him, his chassis refused his silent orders. He stumbled forwards, only to trip himself on a chair and fall down, his tailpipes straight up in the air as his chest rested in the seat of it. The drips of lubricant now obvious as they slowly made their way through the hinges of his codpiece and down the inside of his thigh plating.
Wheeljack was on him in a blur. His digits tracing the sides of the codpiece just so. “So, you finally wanna be a real Wrecker hmmm?” he growled. Before the larger mech knew what had hit him, he found his arms bound tightly against his sides. “Yeah, always pictured you in this position – s-i-r,” Jackie snickered as he began to gently force the protective panel open.
“What the?... Stop… this!” Ultra Magnus snarled as he tried to deny his chassis’ incessant need again. “I..ughst!” With that, his protests were silenced by a well-placed rubber ball jammed into his open mouth. Wheeljack secured it with a quick knot on the attached rope now circling his helm.
Having gotten the larger mech’s codpiece unlatched, Jackie smirked as the little used aft port was now exposed to him. Jamming a digit roughly in, he enjoyed the tightness of it. “I might get to like slagging you. Nice having a port that obviously doesn’t see much action,” he slapped the mech’s tailpipes with one hand as he jabbed two digits all the way up to his knuckles in the rear port. Ultra Magnus’s frame trembled in response.
“Mmmmm, Jackie…” Bulkhead murmured as he rebooted and found himself lying on the floor in his own lubricant. It was far from the first time THAT had happened. Staggering to his pedes, he blinked to get his optics to focus as he looked around for his buddy. When he found him, his optics widened in disbelief. “Jackie.. um… I wouldn’t do that – if I were you,” he warned as he approached the pair.
“Hey, mech’s gotta itch that needs scratchin’,” the sports car smirked. Looking up at Bulkhead, he nodded for him to join in the fun. “Bettin’ he really needs some good ‘ol double Wrecker action.”
“Uh, I don’t know ‘bout this Jackie,” Bulkhead replied. Granted, those ports were most definitely lubed and ready for action. And ‘double wrecker style’ generally meant one got blown while the other pounded a port. His cable stirred within its housing at the thought of Magnus’s lips around it. However, he still had a bad feeling about doing this – with THIS particular mech!
Pumping with his one hand, Wheeljack spanked Ultra Magnus with his other hand. “Hey, shoulderpads here wanted to take command of the Wreckers,” he leaned towards Bulkhead “That means he’s gotta learn to be a proper Wrecker!”
The big mech moaned against the ball in his mouth, his entire chassis felt warm, light, free… He’d never felt this good in his life! He began to buck his hip servos in time with those wonderful digits sliding in and out of him.
Looking from his inebriated lust filled commander – to his buddy who had so eagerly drugged the mech – and back, Bulkhead hesitated. “Well, I just don’t know,” he stammered.
From his reactions to his touch, Wheeljack knew that Ultra Magnus was now truly under the spell of his ‘special occasion energon’. With a grin, he reached up and untied the rope securing the rubber ball in Ultra Magnus’s mouth. “Why don’t you just ask the bot then?” he challenged Bulkhead.
Bulkhead hesitated for a moment. His blue optics unsure.
“Give me your damned cable Soldier!” Ultra Magnus ordered. His optics were wild with lust. His entire frame shook with need.
His Cable sprung free, and despite his trepidation – Bulkhead moved in front of Ultra Magnus. His optics wide in disbelief as it disappeared down the big mech’s throat. “Ummmm, Mmmmmmm damn… fraggin’ damn!” he murmured as delightful sensations rolled over his spike from his commander’s glossa.
“He might make a respectable Wrecker yet!” Jackie smirked. Standing up, he slammed his taunt spike into those oh so slick depths. “Yeah, nice port… real nice… s-i-r,” he snickered. He spanked the big mech each time he thrust into him. “Yeah, I could get real used to this… s-i-r.”
Bulkhead leaned back against the communications console, moaning as he thrust deep down into that wonderful throat. Grabbing Ultra Magnus’s thin audio receptors, he held his head still as he increased his pace. His thrusts becoming more and more violent with each moment. Something about the anal retentive tightwad having his lip components wrapped around HIS jack – just really turned him on!
Wheeljack looked in Bulkhead’s optics and saw the pent up emotions running free. Yeah, this idea for a little Wrecker fun had been a perfect idea.. just perfect.. Fluids were dribbling down his thighs. Fluids that were flowin’ from the tightwad who now begged for release. He glanced down, more than enjoying the show of his stick sliding in-and-out of the tightwad’s tight twat. Boy how that phrase just flowed off of the old processor! He thought to himself.
Just about that time, his cable was caught in the vise like contractions which bespoke of a very satisfied port. Not stopping, the sports car just got a slag-eatin’ grin across his face plate and kept on stroking that port with precision accuracy. He so prided himself on leaving his partners fully satiated – if not a little sore afterwards.
The fog began to clear from Ultra Magnus’s meta as he trembled through his third climax. The drugged energon having only an hour or so effect on a large mech such as himself. His optics cleared as he looked up at the green mech whom held his audio receptors in a vice like grip. His entire chassis tingled with electrical pulses stemming from the immense stimulation of internal sensors. But that did little to distract his clearing meta from wondering just how in the hell DID this ever go so far? He swallowed some of Bulkhead’s transfluid as it leaked ever so slightly from the tip of the pressurized jack. His lip components were becoming slightly sore from the length of time that the green mech’s cable had been sliding over them.
Unable to pull free of his grasp, Ultra Magnus was forced to run his glossa along the length of that thick shaft. His hips moving in time with the thrusts of the mech whom was currently taking quite the liberty with his port… He didn’t have to look back to know who THAT was. Figures the obnoxious old Wrecker was taking advantage of him. Damn, that blasted tailpipe sure did know how to use his jack! Ultra Magnus’s frame hummed as another round of pleasurable spasms took control of his port.
Jackie stopped his thrusts, enjoying the port as it massaged his length during another climax. “Damn commander, you might have one of the best ports I’ve ever had the pleasure of slaggin’,” he snickered, spanking the mech as he enjoyed the climax. “How’r you liking his mouth, aye Bulky?”
“Damned good!” Bulkhead moaned as he released a little more pressure down Ultra Magnus’s throat.
“I think that’s climax number six so far,” Wheeljack slapped his hands roughly on either side of that port stretched full with his jack. Ultra Magnus’s frame jumped with each stinging hit. “Hmmmm, I think ol’ shoulderpads likes it rough!” the sports car smirked as he kept his cable tight in to the hilt while he slapped the thin membrane surrounding it.
Ultra Magnus grunted with each stinging slap. He strained against the ropes holding his arms to his sides – but to no avail. He was a prisoner to their lust! Wheeljack slowly pulled out of his aft port, leaving an empty sensation along with fluids spilling out. He moaned in want, trying to thrust his hips back and force that cable back in his depths.
“mmmmm, I’ve always wanted to try this,” Wheeljack snickered as he directed the head of his cable to Ultra Magnus’s forward port. Mechs rarely used this port, as rumor had it that in the distant past – it was used for procreation. The sports car wasn’t even thinking on those lines though – he just wanted to take everything he could while he had free rein with the big tightwad’s chassis.
Ultra Magnus moaned, his entire chassis vibrating as the thick head of Wheeljack’s cable stretched the entrance to the port he’d forgotten he even had. His meta clouded over again, overcome with a deep primal urge that he’d never experienced before. Thrusting his hips back, he impaled himself on that piece of hardened steel – like a madman.
Throwing his helm back, Wheeljack kept his hip servos still as his commander slagged HIM. He pressed digits into Ultra Magnus’s aft port, the impassioned mech between them – slamming his hips back and forth in total abandonment. With every few thrusts, Wheeljack added another digit – until soon, his entire hand was disappearing inside that wonderful aft port.
His aft port tore just slightly as Wheeljack’s hand forced it to take more than it was designed to. The pain only added to the animalistic frenzy that had control over Ultra Magnus’s meta. He growled against the cable going down his throat… Greedily sucking and swallowing every drop of transfluid that Bulkhead produced.
Wheeljack’s back armor jerked as his transfluid spurted out.. Filling Ultra Magnus’s greedy forward port. He began to stumble backwards, as Ultra Magnus slid towards him. They ended up with Magnus straddling Wheeljack’s hips – his port not willing to give up his member so easily. Bulkhead moved to sit in the newly vacated chair – his cable quickly reswallowed by the big mech.
Ultra Magnus was like a wild animal then, lifting up and down violently on Wheeljack’s spike as he growled against Bulkhead’s cable. Each time Wheeljack came, his port sucked in every drop of transfluid. He slagged his men harder than they’d ever been slagged before.
Pulling away from Bulkhead, he let his cable finally go free. Raising up, he angled his hips so that Jackie’s throbbing jack penetrated his aft port again. “Fill my port!” he growled up at Bulkhead.
“Well, I… uh..” Bulkhead wasn’t sure how to act. He was weak with release, his chassis tingling from helm to ped. Mechs never double penetrated both ports at once. Hell, mechs never bothered to use that forward port! This was totally new territory for the green mech.
“If you don’t fill my port with transfluid – I’ll have you court martialed!” Ultra Magnus threatened. His optics held a strange gleam of brutal intensity. His need would not be denied! He leaned back against Wheeljack, exposing his empty forward port for Bulkhead to fill.
“Well, since you put it that way,” Bulkhead gingerly climbed off the chair. Straddling Wheeljack’s thighs, he angled his cable just so a slammed it into the offered port.
They worked back into a frenzy, Bulkhead now adding his transfluid to Jackie’s deep inside Ultra Magnus’s forward port. Energon began to coat their jacks as the little used ports tore slightly from the overuse. Yet Magnus never stopped the violent slagging.
Finally, they all climaxed as one and fell limply in overload. Though they slid sideways onto the floor – the thick jacks never left Ultra Magnus’s ports. Their transfluid locked deep inside him, unable to flow out – as their cables damned up his entrances for the next few astrohours that they were out of it.
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