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A collection of Megastar fics for Kinktober.
Day one: Handcuffs.
A full year had passed since his "best friend" and "brother" betrayed him and cast him and the high guard, now Decepticons, out of Iacon city, and they were now all settled into their new home and lives quite smoothly. Two of the mechs who were settling most smoothly with each other were Megatron and Starscream.
Did Starscream ever think he would be in this position? No, only in his dreams.
Did Megatron ever think he would be in this position? No, only in his dreams.
And yet here they both are, in the position that they never thought they would be in the waking world. But, they weren't complaining; in fact, they were very happy.
And what was that position? I will tell you.
Megatron was sitting, nay, lounging upon his new throne as the new lord he rightfully had become. His poise was relaxed and confident, his helm was propped up by the backside of his left servo, the other hung over the right armrest, his optics were half-lidded and dark with desire at what was in front of him.
Starscream was in front of him. Standing still, just as his young master had told him to do. He stood up straight and tall; he wasn't one to slouch, but he couldn't even if he wanted to due to what was behind him.
His arms were placed behind his backstruts, perfectly straight, just as Megatron told him. This made his wings fold closed. The back of Starscream's servos were resting just above his plump aft as his wrists were locked close together from a pair of statuscuffs.
They were strong in their build and firm in their grip, but not painfully tight, no, that wouldn't be enjoyable. Not at all.
Starscream fidgeted his wrists, testing the bonds of the cuffs; he really couldn't get out of them even if he tried. This excited the seeker very much, being willingly trapped and trapped by a mech that had captured his attention and sparked one year prior was intoxicating.
Everything was making Starscream's inner workings burn with anticipation. The cuffs, the orders, the restriction, the unbreakable intense stare from his lord; he had been completely caught in Megatron's web, and he had no want nor need to escape.
Starscream squeezed his strong, thick black thighs together, trying to both ignore the burning behind his modesty panels and to apply some needed friction to feed the pleasurable burn. If you were to look carefully, you would see a slight sheen of lubricant that had managed to seep through the seams of his valve panel that was slowly building up with arousal and readiness to be played with, stretched, and filled up, to serve that undoubtedly wonderful spike that Megatron was hiding.
Starscream had to swallow the swelling of the oral lubricant at the mental image that was playing in his processor. He liked to imagine things, and one of those imaginings was what his lord's spike looked like.
Would it be slightly bigger than average? Smaller than average? Would it be in proportion to Megatron's size? What colour would it be? All silver? All Black or a mix of both? Would it have a few or a lot of biolights? And if so would they be red or purple? Would it be smooth or have bumbs and ridges? Would the lights blink or ripple? Above all....how would it feel inside? Oh, how Starscream just wanted to burst his panels open and let his own spike spring free and valve get exposed to the cool air, allowing lubricant to drip and trickle onto the floor and down his legs.
Starscream couldn't help but let out a tiny whine from his pursed lips. shifting his weight slightly from one ped to the other, the statuscruffs jingled a tad from Starscream figditing and pulling with his wrists.
"Didn't I tell you to stay still, Starscream?" Grumbled a low voice, snapping the seeker out from his thoughts and making him stand up even straighter than before.
"M-my apologies, my lord" He jumped as he stammered out his apology, unsure if he should bow his head or not. He chose to do so.
"Don't lower your helm" Megatron said, calm and controlled "I want to see and watch your beautiful face" This comment nearly made Starscream want to keep his head down to hide the sudden and heavy blush that had just formed across his faceplates, but he did as he was told.
Younger than him, his new lord was but green as grass; he certainly was not. Well, not in everything. He was still new to leadership, and thus being Megatron's SIC was very important, and Starscream took his new title very seriously and which meant following every order that was given to him.
Primus, Starscream adored his lord's quiet commanding presence
"Stand still, do I need to repeat myself?" Megatron questioned, his optics darkening as he spoke.
"No, Lord Megatron. F-forgive me....I won't disobey again" He promised as he rooted his peds square to the ground, arms and back straight, trying his best to ignore the building heat in his system and twinge of discomfort of his wings being slightly pressed against together from the awkward position.
"Good" Megatron allowed a small smile to appear on his face as he used his servos to brace his weight upon the armrest of his throne before rising himself to his own peds. Starscream could only watch with joyful suspense as his master drew closer; each step seemed to be so agonizingly slow, he almost wanted to yell at Megatron to hurry up and reach him to touch him.
Starscream almost wanted to break out of those cuffs and pounce onto his lord and ride him until they both saw stars, but he remained still, even though it was bloody hard.
Thankfully, his patience was rewarded as Megatron was now ped width away from standing in front of the seeker.
Starscream almost reached up with his pedtips to kiss his young lord. He wanted to do that ever since he tore that false prime in two. But he remained still, both on the part he wasn't told to and being handcuffed does make one's center of gravity a tad off.
The two mechs just gazed at each other for what felt like hours until Megatron spoke, "Turn around, my pretty one" Starscream blinked a few times as he was brought out of his daze and nodded.
"Yes, my lord"
It took only a few movements for Starscream to move a full 180* until his strong, slender backstruts, proud wings, his cuffed servos, and his curved aft, which said servos rested upon.
"Good seeker" Megatron uttered lowly, reaching forward to trace one digit down the seams of Starscream's arm, drinking in the shivers that Starscream's body performed, until Megatron reached the cuffs "Very good seeker" He commented.
Megatron took hold of the strong chain and pulled upwards until Stasrcream's arms were at an uncomfortable 90* angle.
"ACK!! TSSSSSS!!" Starscream hissed in pain, pain that went straight to his panels....Starscream always knew he was a masochist and he always had managed to hide it well.....until Megatron well D-16 then came upon and pummeled his face and crushing his neck cables into damaging his voice, and him encouraging D-16 to hit him harder and harder...didn't help, he thanked Primus that the others all thought that Starscream was just pushing and godding the young mech into proving himself which was half-right....for the beginning of the fight and then it trickled into something else...at least in Starscream's processor.
But his arms being in such a position was still uncomfortable.
"M-my l-l-lord" Starscream winced and groaned from the pain, trying to ignore the pings of his panels' requests to be opened.
"Don't think I didn't notice how you were behaving when we first fought, my Star~" Megatron purred, allowed Starscream's arm to be let down before pulling the chain of the cuffs back towards himself, causing the seeker to stumble backwards until his wings, backstruts, and arms were pressed flush against Megatron's front. A Seeker's wings were naturally strong and flexible, and now they found themselves pressed nearly flat. However, the cuffed arms made it tricky to become perfectly flat, and thus, more discomfort came, which made Starscream more aroused.
"W-what do you m-mean, my lord?" Starscream asked, knowing full well what Megatron meant.
"Oh I think you know, Starscream" Megatron growled, wrapping one servo around to Starscream's middle to trace the glass of the seeker's cockpit and the other snaked its' around Starscream's round hips before creeping to the front of the SIC's still closed panels.
"Answer me truthfully, Starscream" Whispered the slightly larger mech, his middle digit drawing a figure of 8 on the closed valve panel, feeling droplets of lubricant trickle through the seams.
"Y-yes, Lord M-megatron?" Starscream couldn't help but rock his hips back and forth against the touch and let a small whimper pass his hips, allowing the small tickles of pleasure pass through him, giddy at the feeling of his valve swelling and soaking itself behind its covering.
Megatron hummed "Tell me" He paused to bury his nasel ridge into Starscream's deilcate neck cables, biting and plucking at few to drink the whimpers from his seeker "Was that first fight" He growled licking a main cable "Purely to prove myself?" He pressed his own burning spike panel against Starscream's aft, causing a little jump from the friction "Or for your own sick pleasure?" He grumbled from the dull sensation of both their hips slowly grinding together, flakes of red paint transferring to black and black paint transferring to red.
Starscream was tumbling into a horny mess "W-would....would you accept b-b-both?" He gasped, pushing his hips back to gain more friction "It honestly w-was ahhh to p-prove yourself....t-then ohhh f-fr-goodness....turned..." His thighs quivered as they became wet from the drooling lubricant.
"It turned?" Megatron pulled away, smirking at hearing Starscream whining from the lost. The silver mech grabbed the cuff chain and started to walk to a hook hanging from the ceiling.
"EEP!" Starscream squealed as he was brought out of a heated haze and began fumbling backwards. The seeker flushed heavily after seeing the small puddle where he had once been standing.
"It t-turned...huh?" Starscream lost his train of thought when he felt his servos be freed and cuffs removed. Had he displeased his new master? He hoped to Primus he hadn't. He swallowed his nerves before asking "M-my lord?" His voice, though still cracky from damage, was small.
"Keep talking" Megatron replied, his optics not looking away from the cuffs as he walk around to Starscream's front "I'm not finished with you if that is what you are concerned" He grinned wickedly "I just needed to get you in a better position" With a click and snap the cuffs returned to restrain Starscream's servos, though now he was handcuffed at the front. What did he have in mind?
"w-Well...it did turn into a sick g-game for m-me" Starscream managed to stammer out, heat slowly rising at the memory. Not questioning why the hook was being lowered and the cuff chain being hooked over it.
"So you are a perverted freak" Chuckled Megatron coldly as he flipped a switch to lift the hook back up into the air, steadily raising Starscream servos up and up until they were high above his helm and even further until he was just balancing in the tips of his peds. Hanging there like a piece of meat on display.
Starscream could only whinge and hang as he struggled to maintain balance and comfort, switching his weight from one tittering ped to the other "M-megatron~" That name earned him a slap across the faceplates to which Starscream cried out in pain and bliss. He really was a freak.
He winced, feeling his wrists growing numb and fuzzy.
"You don't say that name, seeker" Megatron growled with aroused fury "Not unless I tell you" He spat, his lust becoming too much to bear to keep his panel shut any longer. With a click and a hiss, the panels' latches opened, and a hard, thumping spike sprang forth, ready and wanting to frag and breed.
Starscream, whose cheek was still stinging, warmth poured from the tinged blue soft metal, and now, suddenly felt his mouth become very dry at the weapon in front of him. He wanted to taste that gorgous spike, he want to break these cuffs to get on his knees and worship that wonderous appendage with his glossa and mouth, hopeing Megatron would grab his helm violently and frag his throat without care as if he was reduced to nothing but a tool for his Master's pleasure until his lord poured every drop down his throat into his fuel tank. Starscream moaned, licking his lips, so lost in thought that he didn't notice the click and hiss of his own panel snapping back. Only when he felt cold air tickle his valve's puffy lips and a splash of warm lubricant slide down the seams and thighs did Starscream jerk with surprise. He almost
Megatron sneered with disgust at the sight as he grabbed at Starscream's throat, squeezing hard that the metal creaked. The seeker could only sputter and make gagging noises "M-my L-lorackk" Starscream tried to plead, but the grip only grew tighter.
"Did I tell you to open that? Are you that useless at following orders, Starscream?" Megatron demanded with such poison in his voice, but his optics and smirk were filled with desire and want "How in Primus's name did you once lead when you can't even control yourself at the slightest bit of excitement?"
Starscream wanted to say he was sorry, to beg Megatron for his forgiveness. He couldn't help it! Honest! His frame just couldn't take it anymore! Oh, please, my lord!! He wanted to scream. He wanted to beg and scream for Megatron to punish him, to frag him so hard and rough that his valve would be left with a permanent imprint of that wonderful spike, to fill him up with so much transfluid that Starscream would look sparked. To leave him so sore that he wouldn't be able to sit down or walk correctly for a week.
He wanted to scream all of that, but due to numerous factors, he just couldn't. He could only let out a pathetic whine.
A groan came from the cuffs above from Starscream's weight; every joint, fiber, and wire was creating such a hot strain from being hung up, and he was starting to feel his servos go numb.
Thankfully, Megatron released his neck, allowing a huge vent to be sucked in, and a few static coughs came after "F-forgive me, lord M-megatron, I didn't mean to EEP!!" His apology was cut short as Megatron hooked one of his arms under Starscream's firm, squishy thighs and lifted, causing the battered and desperate whining seeker to now try to balance upon one leg and thus with his legs open his drenched valve was exposed; it calipers clenched and winked around nothing as if crying out for that raging spike to fill it.
"Save your apology, Starscream" Megatron growled through gritted denta as he shoved his hips right up against Starscream's. His spike now squishes between the lips of the sensitive valve. The biolights of both equipment rippled and glowed at finally touching each other.
"GAHHHahhhh L-lord...ahhahh p-pleeease~" Starscream sighed helplessly as he tried to both rut his node against the underside ridges of the side and keep his footing.
"Please what?" Megatron moaned. His spike twitched as he looked down, seeing how eager he wanted to bury himself in that tight heat. He would make Starscream live up to his name, he would have the seeker at his beck and call, make him his and his alone, Megatron would steal this seeker away from the world, and kill anybot who would try and steal him back. Megatron felt every biolight on his whole body come alight with ecstasy.
"Answer me Starscream" The dominant mech huffed and bit a warning nip on one of the thick neck cables.
"Pl-please ah~ Have m-m-m-mercy on me" Starscream mewled, moaning heavily at his node being rubbed and tickled by the spike's ridges, but nearly jumping at his frame upon feeling something press against his valves' entrance "W-wha?"
"M-master..." Tears streamed down his faceplates.
"No" Megatron said bluntly with a grin, "No mercy" He pressed the tip of his spike harder against the soaked yet unprepared hole.
Starscream tried to inch away, but he was hanging uselessly, his wings flapping and twitching as if trying to fly away, the sound of creaking and clinking of chains followed with each movement.
"Please master! Have mercy, I'm n-not ready...it'll hurt and-"
"But you like pain, my sweetspark~" The glint in Megatron's optics grew darker.
"But b-b-but b-bu-EEEEEEEAHHHHHHH!!!" Starscream tossed his helm back as he screeched in both pleasure and pain at being suddenly filled. Every caliper was torn open wide, trying their best to adjust to the great width of the spike that pierced him.
"There it is~" Groaned the silver mech "A perfect fit!" Megatron wasted no time in pounding Starscream's quivering frame hard and fast. Rattling of chains, pulling of handcuffs, the clanking wet metal, screams, and growls of pleasure echoed off the walls of the room.
"Go on, Starscream" Megatron chuckled at seeing Starscream trying his best to hold in his voice and not to be completely undone "Scream for me" He demanded, biting into the seeker's shoulder plate, drawing energon up to the service before lapping it away.
But surprisingly, Starscream held his voice together; he bit his lip so hard that his denta left imprints. Megatron wasn't happy with that, though. He roughly lifted Starscream's other struggling leg into his other arm, hooking the leg over it as he grabbed that pert aft with a cruel grip, pausing a second to steady his footing before resuming his harsh fragging. This new angle caused the spike to drive deeper into the abused valve.
"NNEEEEEHHAHHAHHHHHHAHAHHH!!" Whatever resolve Starscream had finally fizzled out upon having his ceiling node being hammered again and again, the seal separating the spikes' head from the seeker's gestation chamber was being chipped away with each thrust. Starscream wasn't even giving time to enjoy the release of tension of strain upon his servos; he tried pulling at the cuffs to gain a better purchase...in fact, he didn't know what to do anymore. His body, his mind, his spark, all that he stood for, was being cracked and peeled away to show his true self. His young lord was doing just that
"Yessssss yes, keep screaming, Star. Scream" Megatron grunted with each thrust, his charge rapidly rising, and no doubt Starscream was as well. He would make sure his seeker would overload first, for he wanted to see how close he could get to breaking Starscream; he would make him addicted. Megatron was already addicted to him. It seemed only fair to return the feeling.
Starscream was screaming and wailing like a cheap pleasure drone. The fans within were close to overheating as he felt the knot in his tank grow tighter and tighter with every passing second.
"Moahaghhhh ohohhhh~~~~" Starscream tried to utter more, please more, but all that came out was a gargled mess.
Megatron himself was finding it difficult to form words, so he chose that they were not needed anymore. Supporting Starscream's weight in one servo, with his now free one, Megatron managed to grab the tip of one of Starscream's wings and twisted the tender metal, drawing out a silent screech before returning to hold Starscream's oh so lovely aft.
Starscream's optics nearly ceased to work from how run ragged he was being worked, and this new wave of lovely pain added to the body's blissful stress.
He knew that he wasn't going to last much, and his voice rose higher and higher, each cry ringing with more static.
"UgHhhHHH haahHAAHAHH! Ye-ahahesssss!!!" Just a few thrusts, that's it, just a few more and he would be there, he was right at the cliffs' edge, he just needed the right push to tumble over. For the first time, Starscream wanted those blasted handcuffs off so he could hold his lord; he wanted to hold him close, almost scared that if he didn't, Megatron would fade away.
"G-go on, my precious freak of a second" Megatron grappled and slapped the bruised aft with a hard upwards thrust "You have my blessing." He gave a dark chuckle as he made sure to watch the whole scene.
"Thanaouuu!!Thukuuuu!ThnayooOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" Starscream's screeched and howled as his overload crashed onto him like a frate train, his wings fanned themselves as his back arched so far back that if he was handcuffed to the hook he would have fallen backwards to the floor, his thighs spasmed and locked in their hold onto Megatron as he sprayed his lord's groin with his fluids coating everything that was in the splash zone.
"F-FRAAHHHHHHH!!" It was like a burst of flames and fireworks that ignited inside him. Starscream wanted more; he wanted everything his lord could give, and thankfully, his prayers were answered.
Megatron was not far behind, roaring through gritted denta and drool, his overload was crashing upon but unlike Starscream, he couldn't stop moving. He continues to drive his hips in and out of his climaxing seeker, determined to draw his overload out for as long as possible. His own transfluid mixed with Starscream's upon both their groins and thighs, but also thick ropes poured deep into Starscream's valve and leaked into his chamber. There was so much that even while still stuffed inside, globs plopped and dripped out, adding to the mess on the floor.
Their overloads lasted both for far too long and far too short, but it wasn't long before both mechs were a twitching mess of post-overload jerks and fidgits.
When their systems seemed close to frying and fizzling out, their fans working a storm, mixed with exhaust vent steam, the area where Megatron was standing had formed a cloud.
Resetting his optics and voicebox, Megatron was the first to gain some manner of thought and strength, though seeing how his SIC looked nearly dashed it all away. Even in a post-climax state of being absolutely spent and not even knowing his own mind, Starscream was still beautiful. As much as Megatron wished he had a camera to frame this moment, he knew it wouldn't be long until aches and soreness would start to come, especially for Starscream.
With the last strength he had, Megatron heaved Starscream's limp torso up until he flopped onto the board, silver chest only making a weak mumble. His arms were still raised and attached to the handcuffs that were attached to the hook. Megatron kissed the top of Starscream's damp helm before he jerked the seeker's a little to make the chain hop over the hook and thus had Starscream's arms fall down and over Megatron's helm until they were around his neck. Perfect, this is done.
Turning and staggering back to the throne, Megatron sat down with a groan of relief with Starscream nestled in his lap. This action caused his softening spike curl and slide out with a sounding pop, making both mech give a shudder and Starscream a small moan. The seeker felt his used and abused valve clench and flutter, sad that he wasn't full anymore but quivered at feeling dollops of Megatron's transfluid pour out of him.
"Hmm will have to replace that later" Megatron commented, for he felt the slimy warm liquid trickle down his legs. He began stroking Starscream's backstruts, watching in a daze as those wings sway.
Starscream didn't respond in words, just buried his face into Megatron's neck cables, giving few a couple of small pecks. He made a weak jingle of the handcuffs.
"Later" Megatron dismissed "For now, we rest" Cooing at his shattered SIC. It was long after his soft attentions that Starscream was in a heavy rechange and Megatron, who was on full lounged lazily on his throne, his SIC being better than any blanket, found himself falling into a deep slumber.
Oh yes, Megatron thinks he would like this new life very much. Very much indeed.