EROTIC TALES OF CYBERTON: Volume 1
Good Cop, Bad cop, Punished cop:
Prowl was a by the book type of mech and always kept a somewhat level head, especially when it came to to dealing with Decepticons, but the sight of Swindle bent over a desk and having his aft paddled by Perceptor was something that his processor couldn't compute.
WHACK! WHAP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHACK!, the jeep's howls were sending tremors of pleasure through the sergeant's frame and straight to his groin.
"Primus! Percy packs a good wallop, for a forensic examiner" thought Prowl as the panel on his codpice slid away and his spike slid out, and was fully erect.
Prowl grasped his spike and stroked it, as if he was in a trance. Ironhide who had just come back from patrol, followed by Red Alert, who leaned up against a wall and pulled his uniform trousers down and beckoned him over with a finger.
"Well Hide! what's it gonna be, a suck or a fuck?" asked the other officer as he held his nightstick in one hand and tapped against the other, with a sleazy grin on his face.
"Well...perhaps this will tell you" said Ironhide as he bent down and engulfed Red Alert's fat spike.
"Ohhhhh...P-primus...that's right, show me why I shouldn't turn you in for selling weapons!" said Red Alert.
"Look at you, an officer of law having to suck the spike of a fellow cop, to keep from going to prison!" said Red Alert with mock sadness.
Prowl and Perceptor had taken their captive to the holding cells for further interrogation, leaving Red to discipline Ironhide.
Red Alert roughly shoved the red mech off his spike and hauled hip to his pedes, "I think a good hard police spanking is in order" said the other mech as he pulled him over to the sergeant's vacant desk chair and sat down, pulling to other cop over his knees.
Little did they know what was taking place in the cells below.
The old mech and the beast:
Kup made the long trek back to his dwelling, just like he had done for the past couple vorns or so, but today was different than the others and the elder mech felt a chill in the air. Kup had been the chief of police for about twenty human years, and he was rather lonly, so when he heard the a rather large Cyberhound was terrorizing people; he jumped at the chance for some action.
Kup could hear the beast howling like an Earth wolf, the old mech's thick leather belt was the only source of protection that he had. The moment that his optics landed on the massive creature running toward him, the elder mech unbuckled and whipped that thick strap from his rather worn trousers and cracked it like a whip.
Kup held the buckle end of the belt and prepared to give the beast a lashing, "s-stay back" stamered the old mech as he snapped the belt at the beast, as the Cyberhound growled at him savagely.
Kup kept up his snapping of the belt while avoiding the beast's razor sharp claws and teeth, only for the Cyberhound to jump at him and knock him on his back, the old mech prepared for death and offlined his optics.
Only to activate them after the beast licked his face, "um....g-good doggy" said Kup as he got to his pedes and put his belt back on, before heading on home; only to see the Cyberhound following along side him.
Once home, the old and tired bot had sat down in his favorite comfy chair and watched the fire dance in the fireplace. Kup started to fall asleep, only to be jolted awake by a wet nose in his crotch.
"Hmmm....I wonder?" thought Kup, before the elder mech unbuckled his belt and whisked his pants down, his spike protocols activating. The panel on his codpiece slid back and the blasted mutt began licking at his emerging spike.
Kup's spark pounded in its casing as the Cyberhound's tongue lapped at his fully erect spike, the old mech moaned and moaned, gasped and groaned, with each processor blowing swipes of its massive tongue.
The sudden rumble of thunder, signaled the old Autobot's overload, as a thick rope of transfluid shot forth from Kup's extremely bloated spike with such force, that it could've burst through the roof.
Kup bellowed with a primal scream that could've rivaled a dinobot, his aft leaving the chair as he gripped the sides, before sinking back down and venting heavily.
"Ohhhh....my...Primus" said Kup as the Cyberhound gently licked his spike clean, before leaning over to kiss the beast.
Kup watched as the massive black Cyberhound came over and lay down next to the chair, the old mech never planned on having a Cyberhound as a pt or even a companion, but the lonely old bot was glad that he did.
Grandsire's love:
Ratchet had to read the message a couple of times to make sure that his optical sensors were functioning properly, his daughter Skylily and her sparkmate Uplink had been killed in battle and had left behind a youngling.
So the Autobot CMO and police captain got on the first shuttle to Earth, while Ratchet was eager to reunite with his comrades, a small part of hated the idea of being on that planet where Optimus had offlined during the final battle.
The first thing that Ratchet saw once the shuttle landed, were two gruff looking bots with a much younger looking mech that seemed to be cuffed, and who had a all to familiar aura about him.
"Thank Primus you're here Doc, this kid's been a servofull and Wheeljack threatened to tan his aft if he didn't stop breaking things'" said the blue and black mech.
"Hmmpf...Wheeljack's not that kinda bot" replied the older mech.
"Now where is he-...uhhh where did he go?" asked the older bot.
"THERE HE IS!" exclaimed Cascade as he and Boltshock turned to look in the direction of a rather annoyed grumble, and saw the unmistakable look of anger on the medic's face.
The two younger bots trembled as Ratchet transformed to his ambulance form and peeled off after his errant grandsparkling.
Bots did double takes as they saw a sleek orange, red, and black car trying to out run a red and white ambulance, the chase came to a sudden end, when both vehicles transformed and a rather fragged off Ratchet scooped up the younger mech and headed back to base with his grandsparkling held under an arm.
Autobots gave the ticked off medic of doom a wide birth once he got back to the base, and headed for his medbay.
Ratchet punched in the code to unlock the medbay door, before stomping in and headed right over to his desk chair and sat down, before practically ripping of the younger mech's rear plating and pinned him to his knees with a heavy arm.
"N-no...G-grandsire please!" exclaimed the now whimpering mechling, out of fear of what was about to happen.
"L-look, I'll clean the medbay, I'll-" began the young mech, only for his grandsire to gently pat his bare aft.
"I'm sorry that it has come to this, sparklet! but I'm going to have to spank you" announced the medic with regret.
Ratchet's free had rose up and then came down upon the mechling's aft, the sound echoing throughout the medbay.
The force of his grandsire's hand connecting with his backside, hit him like a train. Over and over, Ratchet spanked the younger mech, fluid gathering in his optics as he brought his hand down.
Sidestrike tried to just muscle through the punishment, but his grandsire's hand was unrelenting, the old medic's spark broke as the younger mech started to cry.
But soon Sidestrike's cries turned to little moans as the swats jolted his crotch against Ratchet's thigh, and the younger mech's panel opened of its own accord and his little spike slid out and was wet with moisture.
"Ahhhhh....G-grandsire...hnghhh....please!!" exclaimed Sidestrike, as his spike dripped with each swat.
Ratchet wanted nothing more that hold the poor mech to his chest, but he had a lesson that he needed to teach.
"Kiddo...I'm sor-" began the medic, only for something wet to splash against his thigh after a couple more smacks.
Ratchet went rigid, his optics wide with complete shock, and he stopped spanking, before helping the younger mech to sit on his lap.
Ratchet grunted when Sidestrike threw his arms around the old medic and hugged him. "That's right sparklet, let it all out, grandsire's got you" said the CMO softly as he rubbed the younger mech's back and aft.
Ratchet mentally kicked himself for not seeing the signs sooner, Sidestrike was at the age of what would be the start of puberty for humans, and realized a bit too late that a spanking was going to stimulate him sexually.
Ratchet moaned at having his grandsparkling on his lap, feeling absolutely disgusted when his own spike bulged against his codpice.
"Oh Primus no! what in world am I thinking?" thought the medic.
Perhaps spanking Sidestrike's bare aft didn't just arouse the younger mech, but himself as well.
"Hey kiddo, ya want to me to lick your pee pee?" asked Ratchet softly
Sidestrike's spike was stiff once again, but before he knew what was happening, he stood before his seated grandsire and gasped when the old mech's talented glossa loving swished back ad fourth over the mechling' spike.
Sidestrike's cute little gasps and moans, were sending tremors of pleasure to Ratchet's groin. as much as he wanted to make it last, the younger mech was simply no match for his grandsire's tongue lashing.
The old medic leaned back as a little spurt of transfluid shot from Sidestrike's spike, looking at him lovingly as he wiped him down with a wet cloth.
Ratchet groaned as he got out of the chair and picked up Sidestrike, carring him to the door and unlocked it, before exiting and headed to his quarters. Eagerly awaiting the next day.