Sloppy Seconds

Galvatron panted as pulse after pulse of thick transfluid spurted from his rod and filled Cyclonus' port. There was so much of it that it started to spill out from Cyclonus' port, displaced by the sheer volume of the Decepticon Leader's gigantic cyberpenis. He held himself in place without moving until the last trickle was inside his subordinate.

Cyclonus found himself being pulled up off the bed and forced to his knees. Galvatron didn't like messes, and the Decepticon Leader's rod was now in a very messy state indeed, coated with his own emissions and that of the Sweeps. A simple, wordless glare was all the communication that was needed. Cyclonus took the tip of the rapidly deflating rod into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue in the way he knew that Galvatron liked. He tasted the mixed emissions that coated it, a bitter-sweet combination. His lips pulled tight against the raised rim of the glans as his tongue danced over it, causing Galvatron to shiver. The spike in his mouth twitched once. He continued to suck only the head for quite a while. Galvatron insisted on a full pleasuring, and most enjoyed the feelings given to his glans. His orgasm lasted longer if Cyclonus did it a certain way.

Since Galvatron had orgasmed so recently, it took a few minutes before the now-flaccid rod slowly regained a turgid state. As it grew, Cyclonus began sliding down the shaft, circling with his tongue. The sticky, drying emissions were lapped off, leaving a shiny and clean spike. He rose to the top after going down to the hilt, teasing the section under the tip intensely, before sliding back down again. Galvatron shivered again, and the rod in Cyclonus' mouth twitched twice. If Galvatron was impatient for an orgasm he'd often forcefully thrust into Cyclonus' mouth. However on this occasion he let Cyclonus take his time, building the Decepticon Leader up to an exquisite release.

Cyclonus had, of course, learned his fellatio skills from Scourge and the Sweeps. Allowing them to perform on him had taught him just what to do, and of course they allowed him to practice on their slender, barbed rods. He was now almost as proficient as a Sweep with oral sex. The Sweeps well knew the purpose of their actions; a happy Galvatron was a less cannon-happy Galvatron, and the more Cyclonus pleasured him, the less likely he was to clobber or blast a Sweep in a violent rage.

A hissing intake-gasp from Galvatron indicated that the Decepticon Leader was close. Cyclonus was in the middle of an upstroke, tracing the base to the tip on the underside. Once he reached the glans he grasped the ridge tightly in his lips, his tongue teasing rapidly just under the head. This was Galvatron's most erogenous zone. The rod in his mouth twitched three times, and a flood of hot, intensely bitter cybersemen came pouring out of the tip, filling Cyclonus' mouth. Galvatron pushed himself all the way into Cyclonus' throat at that moment, forcing his Lieutenant to swallow it all. It was very unpleasant, but Cyclonus steeled himself against the revolting taste, considering it to be the ultimate act of devotion to Galvatron. Once the last drop was in Cyclonus' throat, Galvatron allowed him to stand. The gigantic purple rod that he'd just sucked off was now completely flaccid, showing no signs of tumescence whatsoever. This indicated that Galvatron was now sated, for a while.

"You are dismissed," Galvatron said curtly.

Cyclonus had not been brought to orgasm by Galvatron's actions, but when Galvatron was done, he was done, and would entertain no further sexual activity until the mood struck. So, he obediently exited Galvatron's quarters after having closed his port. He returned to Scourge's quarters, hoping to get relief since his own purple rod was still erect.

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The Sweep was performing slow, tantalizing fellatio on Scourge when Cyclonus went to entertain Galvatron. The barbed rod within his mouth was slippery with natural lubricant, and his roving rough tongue lapped it up, but as quickly as the lubricant was removed, more replaced it. Scourge shivered as his pointy red rocket was pleasured, the barbs interlocking with the roughness of his minion's tongue. The Sweep paced himself, alternating speeding up and slowing down the sucking and licking, bringing Scourge nearly to orgasm, but not quite. It was about half an hour before the Sweep finally teased the red rocket so intensely that Scourge could hold it in no longer. Sweet musky sweepcum filled the Sweep minion's mouth. The Sweep Leader howled in release, and began shuddering intensely as the orgasm took him.

Once the Sweep minion had given Scourge a thorough tongue-bath, the minion crouched in the mating position, inviting Scourge to mount. The Sweep Leader did so, sliding the slick red rocket into the Sweep's port. The prickly barbs teased the sensors within the minion's port with each thrust, and in a short time the Sweep minion was whimpering and moaning. Scourge grasped the collar at the back of his minion's neck in his jaws, holding securely as he thrusted. Growling around a mouthful of collar, Scourge finally had his release, his sweepcum spilling into his subordinate's port. He withdrew immediately, causing his minion to howl in his own release.

It was right at that moment that Cyclonus walked in. "I see you have been amusing each other during my absense," he noted wryly, "Let us put that to good use. Galvatron did nothing to alleviate my condition." His panel slid open, and his stiffly erect rod emerged.

TO BE CONTINUED!