Kup drabbles
WHAP!!! "oohhhh....Daddy" moaned the Decepticon medic as Kup lashed the sensitive protoform of Hook's aft with a crop, the former sergeant gave the bound mech, a couple more quick strikes and then stepped away from the con and walked around to stand before him.
"What have you learned, pet?!" asked the old bot as if talking to a youngling.
"F-frag you!!!" snarled Hook.
Kup's expression suddenly hardened, and before the con knew what was happening, Kup was at his side and landed two rather hard smacks on the constructicon's bare aft with his hand.
"PETS DO NOT SPEAK TO THEIR MASTERS LIKE THAT!!" bellowed Kup. "Do you want daddy to get his belt? asked the elder mech, is getting you're aft whipped with daddy's belt, what is need for you to except my authority" asked Kup with a exasperated sigh.
"No....D-daddy, I'll be good" stammered the medic.
Kup was somewhat worried that the con wasn't going to except him as a guiding force, and ever since the war ended, Prime's last wish before he died in the epic last battle Megatron, was to rehabilitate as many cons as possible.
The old mech might have been a rather harsh master at first, but overtime he soon discovered that a old human saying played a big part in the cons fate.
Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
Vortex knew the moment he saw his master, that he was going to be fun to play with.
Sometime later...
"Ahhhhhh....oh...ohhhh...s-slaggggg!!!" exclaimed the copter from over Kup's knees, the old mech's hand crashing down upon the squirming combaticon's bare aft, at a steady pace, Vortex actually felt moisture at the base of his optic band and in his groin.
Kup had been told by many different mechs that the copter was a sadistic fragger, the old mech had a hunch about what the con needed, which was something that Kup had wanted to do to a con since the war.
So the grizzled old sergeant gave the combaticon a good spanking over his knee like a youngling. Vortex was torn between arousal and pain, humiliation and submission, each wallop from kup had brought the cop to the braking point, both sexually and emotionally.
"Ahhhhh.....p-please....S-sir" stammerd the copter, his normally calm demeanor was now being betrayed by the pain in his voice.
Kup could tell that the con wouldn't last much longer, as Vortex's spike was bloated beyond belief and the pungent, tangy, aroma of urine had reached his nasal receptor.
Kup gave the poor con one last spank, and Vortex howled in relief as he pissed all over the old autobot's lap, causing him to jolt with the force of the copter's climax.
The old mech made a mental note to put the copter in diapers the next time.
Kup grumbled in annoyance as he saw himself in the full length mirror, the old autobot mumbling about how utterly humiliating it was for him to be in a mech sized diaper; but the old bot also felt a tingle of arousal from what was about to take place.
The copter was already in a kneeling position when his master and daddy entered the living room of the old autobot's quarters, Vortex's optic band widened as he saw what the other mech had on.
"Oooohhhh....getin into the kinky stuff already" teased the kneeling combaticon as he crawled over to the other bot palmed his diaper clad crotch, and took of his face mask, so that he could press his hungry mouth against his daddy's crotch.
"Would daddy like a spike suck?' asked the copter in a sultry way.
Kup beamed with delight at how eager the decepticon interrogator was to please him, the copter reached up to gently tug the diaper down, before the old mech activated his spike protocols and the thick spike came out of the now open slot in his codpiece.
Kup gasped as the copter's glossa swiped across his spike, the tangy taste of urine and metal was like the sweetest energon for the combaticon; as he lavished the sergeant's shaft like a good little bot.
"Hnnnghhh.....ohhhhh....primus! this feels good" exclaimed Kup as he held the back of his pet's helm, although at this point, the copter wasn't a pet in the old mech's optics; but was more of prisoner trying to survive by servicing the guards so that he would be beaten.
Kup had rescued the badly beaten mech from the prison that the decepticons were sent to after loosing the war. Kup's war hardened demeanor had softened after seeing how badly the cons were being treated, so he and some other autobots that seemed to care about what happened to their foes, took them in under the guise of ownership. Kup's methods were rather unorthodox at first, but the copter had responded well to the old bot's method of rehabilitation, but the old mech had made it very clear to the con that he couldn't tell any one about what they did.
Which was why Kup was so proud that his rescue had trusted him enough to suck his spike, and the old bot would give the con the best spanking that he ever had as a reward for showing daddy so much love.
When First Aid dropped by out of the blue, the younger medic was unprepared for the sight of Kup smothering a cuffed Vortex with his aft, while the combaticon hungrily rimmed the sergeant plump aft.
"Ooohhh...right there....that's a good little decepticon, lick daddy's bum bum" said Kup in baby talk, which seemed to turn the the sadistic copter on.
"Woah! you look busy...I'll just come back later" said a fluster First Aid before backing out of the older mech's quarters. Feeling his spike twitch at the sounds of the older mechs fun time, the younger medic would have to try facesitting with Ratchet.
Primus knows that Aid would love writhing under the older medics talented glossa.
Kup and Vortex ignored the stares that they were getting as the two of them shared a passionate kiss, their fully erect spikes, pressed together as the sergeant cupped the copter's helm lovingly. The decepticon giggling when the elder mech let loose a rather loud fart, almost causing him to overload.
Kup broke off the kiss and popped the con on the aft with a hard smack, "naughty little mechling, do you want daddy to whip his belt off?" whispered the old mech as he leaned in close to Vortex's audio receptors.
"Or...perhaps, cuff you and take you over my knee for a little discipline" said the old mech with that same sultry tone as before.
"Oooohhh....a spankin from daddy, yes...please" giggled the copter.
The to mechs headed back to their quarters, leaving behind some very shocked, scared, confused, and aroused bots, as they processed what had just taken place.
Vortex was rather excited about going over the older mech's knee, perhaps he would've gotten better results if he spanked captured bots during the war instead of torturing them.
The decepticon interrogator felt a connection with Kup, and if he waited long enough, then maybe Kup would allow himself to be spanked.
Vortex had an autobot enforcer's police belt, wrapped around Kup's neck and held the buckle end in one hand, while freeing his aching spike. Kup had finally trusted the con enough, to let the copter dominate for a change. The old mech bent down and engulfed the combaticon's spike, the sergeant was one of those bots that liked it both ways.
But with them, it wasn't as simple as who topped and who bottomed, Kup believed that if he punished Vortex for something, then he should also be dealt with in the same manner; should that ever come up.
Vortex was more than happy to punish his master, should the need ever arise, but the chances of the old mech needing a whipping or a spanking was unlikely.
Perhaps Kup would enjoy having his aft whipped with a crop or paddle.
They would find out together, and the copter was looking forward to brake the legendary drill sergeant or to get broken by him.
Either way, it exited him to no end.