Fingers and Finger Eleven
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC CONTENT, ALMOST TO THE POINT OF ILLEGALITY. ALTERNATIVE SEX IS USED AS WELL AS EXTREME SLASH CONTENT,
DO NOT READ UNLESS 18 AND DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE FOLLOWING:
ERROTIC TICKLING, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, EXPLICIT DETAIL AND ALMOST PORNOGRAPHIC RESULT.
TK-Productionz: Hi… T.K. here Let me first start this little author's note by stating that I am the biggest perv in the known universe, and that being so no one should read this unless they are a huge perv as well.
I've been skimming the naughty sections of TF Fanfics and I finally decided to let my curiosity get the best of me, I stumbled upon one of the many BEEXSAM pairings out there and decided to give it a read, though I am really uninterested by the idea of yaoi, I am interested in the idea of graphic content between a robot and a human. Especially if that robot is a giant transformer…
Just because I don't like YAOI that doesn't mean I am against homosexual couples or gay marriage, In fact as soon as I can vote I am going to fight for the gay community's right to a state marriage and inheritance as well as significant other information rights as much as any gay/straight alliance supporter.)
I couldn't help but find the idea of these two somewhat delicious, and so, with the horrible perversion that is my mind I set to work on writing a one shot that would tickle my fancy…LITERALLY.
If you are comfortable with the explicit details above, I hope you find thisfic…..interestingErotic?
Uh! Whatever!!!
Oh and please review, I fully accept flames as well as adoration so even if you didn't like it…You were enraged by it….Or even disappointed. Please allow yourself the stress reliever to unravel such into words to send to me. I appreciate anything you have to say, whether approving or not.
The sunset glared in magnificent brilliance over the look out. The beach glimmered in a mirror like quality that almost appeared as if the amazing fireball had begun to merge with the water, the white heat of its orange body enveloped a large portion of the water claiming it as its own. In nature's form of intimacy everything around the landscape held the passionate orange of the setting sun. The blades of grass looked tan in the light, as well as the gleaming yellow of a 2009 Camero's paint-job.
The setting was serene and gentle, nothing but the sound of distant waves stroking and plumbing the soft, wet brim of the beach. The tranquility did not last long as a small brown haired figure tore into the clearing. The legs of the creature stumbled and stumbled again, the entirety of the form's body nearly fell in continuous minute intervals as some force or danger prompted the creature to persist in its sloppy presentation of running for its life. The gentle sounds of the beauteous scene died in complete tragedy as a much larger figure flippantly pursued the smaller form. The sun's passionate heat-orange glimmered off the shiny being thus enhancing the jollity of the being's face off his body in a metaphysical aura appealing to the same radiance of his glowing blue eyes.
"Heave! Heave!! " The only sounds that escaped the drawn open mouth of the teen were gasps in rhythm to continue the cycle of the boy's ability to run in such exasperated performance.
His mind danced harshly like his vision in result of his head being joggled by his pounding legs. In his animal like focus he could hear the sound of laughter behind him, an electronic tinge wrapped around the sound like cellophane.
Sam…
He could hear a voice calling for him, but he knew better than to answer it, knowing that to answer would result in the one behind him to reciprocate in such action as executing his demise.
Sam…
No, he looked behind him to see the 1 story tall, adversary behind him. He would not act as the fool to slow down and face the offender and so it was by his own action that set his demise. The world leapt forward and over him strangely as he plummeted face first into the grass laden earth. His foot, though twisted, did not exist sprained or otherwise from the gnarled root that looped in and out of the ground in strange reasoning. The booming steps behind him halted drastically in their pace and lessened to the slightest vibrations on the ground.
A large shadow darkened over him; to his half conscious mind it represented a sinister omen of his fate. The steps were now very distanced in their intervals, as if stepping in extreme stagger and gentility. Though much softer upon the earth the vibrations still increased as the being grew closer, he felt it on the cheek that rested on the ground.
The voice came from above, it sounded hurt, and brimming over with concern. "Sam… Are you ok???"
He had to smile from his position; the muscles of the cheek caused a nice dollop of moist earth to smear the skin. The big mech cared for him.
He didn't bother to fully lift himself, the extreme sprint he just engaged in would not allow his under athleticised legs to function without some sensation of burning, throbbing, or exercised induced ache. Instead he extended his head forward and arched his back up to show a muddy smile to the hovering mech.
"Yeah… I'm fine."
It was with the word 'fine' uttered that a cruel nemesis fell over the boy, he grit his teeth, posterior launching into the air. A choked giggle seethed through the boy's tightly shut teeth as the large chrome fingers of the mech settled upon either part of the boy's sides. The sensation increased as the huge, metal fingers began to wiggle faster, causing an upstart of hyena like gasping laughs to escape the boy.
"Ha-hahahahahah! Augh!!! Oh!!!!!" Were the only coherent things that could be transcribed through Bumblebee's audio sensors. Still, he did enjoy torturing his human on a level just below sadism. A gentle feeling brimmed in his procesor as the strangled guffaws reached his audio sensors.
Sam flailed uncontrollably as the fingers traced over his wiggling sides with a downy element that was almost inconcievable to him. The soft, slow movements acted to make his body thrash in fast motion; almost as if the finger's pace incited him to enhance the sensations and speed up the time in which the areas of his sides would receive the torture by his own involuntary spasms. With as much restraint as possible the large tips poked into the areas of flesh unprotected by the sides of his ribs. He made a low moan almost sounding agonised as the tips produced a strange rupture of a ticklish chain effect within his insides at their sudden poke. His flailing also made the fingers gently trace the uncovered by boxer or pant, curve of his hips, a very arousing area for the frustrated teen. In the jelly state of his mind he hoped his tickler wouldn't smell the pheromones rising off him as the area was gently caressed. Unfortunately for the teen, his gentle arousal seethed off him like stench off garbage and was easily picked up by the mech. The teen moaned between giggles while his hips acted in pseudo slalom movements to prevent one side of the hip from receiving torture all in which resulted in the other side erupting in uncontrolled stimulation as the cold metal eased over the soft white skin.
His arms hit metal harshly as the fingers found their way over his ribs, goosing them for a few minutes which translated into Sam's warped concept of time to be a few hundred minutes. Once apparently satisfied they slid up to move in circles in the soft, hair covered areas of his extremely sensitive axilla. His instinctive action to clamp down his arms only increased the pressure and thusly the torture on his arm pits. The clockwise circles changed when he did this and moved to act in complete random, stroking movements.
Bumblebee's smile stretched to such magnitude it nearly threatened to lance off other movable and non movable metal components of his face. Though Ratchet had given a very anatomical and astute explanation of human nerve endings and production of laughter at the presence of very light touches, he still was without the understanding of why Sam began to shriek like a human, adolescent female whenever his fingers traced over this area.
OH-O GAWD!!! BUMBLE-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--YEEEEEEE-HEE-HEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pleased With the reaction he had a finger move from the armpit to rub the boy's buttocks quickly before he moved on. Sam's back arched with surprise and he let out a squeal. With his back arched his stomach lifted to provide Bumblebee with the space his fingers needed. Two of the them curved under the boy then pulled away, flipping the boy from his stomach to lie on his back in the grass. The small arms were brought together and gently held above the boy's head in a gentle pinch between his forefinger and thumb. Placing his palm practically on the front of Sam's pelvis his fingers snaked under the dirtied white t-shirt to curl and wiggle on his stomach. The reaction was delicious as his x-ray sensors easily bisected the solid of the shirt to see the white, barely visible abs go rigid and clench as his fingers tickled his stomach.
His mind was now comparable to a soup as he lay on the ground clenching and flailing as the giant fingers twirled in his armpits. He didn't even notice one of the hands removing its finger from the crook of his arm, allowing the limb to succeed in instinctually clenching against his side. He was further jarred from any basic reasoning or logical understanding when a finger found its way to his butt and wiggled the area. He reacted as expected:
He squealed at having such a light rub to such and intimate part of a very ticklish portion and arched his back in order to clench down his buttocks as tight as he could to prevent another humiliating repercussion. His anus still twitched and tingled, the rub had caused some of his boxer to slide up between his cheeks and caress the brim of his rectum. So distracted by the warmth that began to resonate from the gentle flossing at his anal hole he did not even feel the cold caress of metal curl itself underneath him. He did notice the world spin to an upside down position as the metal had moved him. His mind processed the fact that he was slowly being brought to a very vulnerable position as now his entire front side, which existed entirely more ticklish than his back now lay in the open completely exposed. He looked quickly at Bumble bee, the look on the mech's face appeared as sadistic as the lord of fire and brimstone, only unlike the devil; the yellow mech was even more sadistic.
His body thrashed in full tantrum wave equal to the death throws of an alligator. It didn't help much to do so, it only gave the torturer more flesh to brisk over. Sam's face began to grow red as his stomach received the abdominal workout from hell. Not only did the fingers gently wiggle and stroke up and down but further sent him into epileptic spasms by moving side to side. His laughs were choked and high pitched. Either making not a sound as he clenched his throat in some desperate means to lessen the absolute essence of tickling upon his stomach or so high pitched that his capturer actually grunted in agony now and again when he uttered such. Then all hell broke loose as the mech's slight upgrade had its maiden voyage upon the boy's navel. A panel board opened up on the index finger's tip and out slid a very animate and thin mechanical protrusion. At the head of the point a puffed out thing of elastic twirled and manipulated to bind within it to form a dull tip. The dull tip lowered and began to twirl inside the very lip of his belly button. Now Sam was reduced to a pile of screaming gelatin as the thin tip changed directions and actions. Distracted he barely felt the other fingers retracting toward the essence of intimacy on his body. His groin…
The navel torture lessened and finally came to a stop, the finger lifted and left from the shelter of his shirt, allowing Sam a nanosecond of peace before an all new sensation crashed over his body like a titanic wave.
OOOHH!!-MMM!!!
Sam grew rigid and his stomach arched forward as one of the fingers pressed down into a stroke on his very aroused genitalia. The effect was instantaneous, a hardness began to dwell from within his pants and quickly revolted against the restriction of clothing. His lips closed but nearly pursed in aroused delight at the tender touch, it was near astounding that such a large metal being could be so… Gentle.
The first random word Bumblebee could produce from his generator of human slang was Yummy.It seemed fitting as he saw Sam slowly writhe and undulate in newfound sensation, the boy nearly licking his lips in delight. He continued to rub, since there was a small pause between the first rub and the motions he now continued in a gravelly moan escaped from Sam's throat.
"Oh Bee…. UUGGGH! I… I don't...AHH!" Bumblebee flickered his finger quickly and nearly succeeded in making Sam lose the balance of his thoughts. Sam however, was truly a persistent little organic. "I don't think we should be doing this-OOOo!!!-HAAAHAAAA!!" He howled when a finger came alive and began to assault his stomach. His legs, though extremely tired, began to kick out with his spasms, they flung around in mere hopes that either of such would lash out and hit a vulnerable spot on Bee.
In Sam's defense, he did have a point to why the wonderful pleasuring shouldn't continue, the reason being that the rest of the Autobots were less than a kilometer away. Surely neither of them would want to explain the intimate details as to why Sam was screaming like a girl once the disgruntled others had come to their supposed rescue. A defiance streak had become a part of Bee's nature recently and as to be expected the boy wouldn't be surprised if after he was finished with him the big yellow mech would then carry him to the Autobots and state with the vehemence only he and Optimus possessed, their alternative choice in a relationship.
To his blessing the Autobot stopped the assault on his stomach and continued to gently caress his ever-growing package. The passion was really starting to build within Sam, he felt the wetness from the tip staining his boxers. He let his eyes roll back in his head and allowed the wave inside him to begin to grow, and then Bumblebee stopped all together. Shaken from the veil that had begun to settle over him, his member acting against him with genital based hunger pains, his eyes looked up to the mech only to find no such essence of sadism but instead a foreboding hunger.
It took Sam several seconds to figure the actions prompted from such a look, when the thought did finally strike his sex induced brain his eyes went wide and his face paled a little.
No….
Such a phrase might work with a properly trained animal but for a 16 foot tall mech with an appetite now the size of a small country it was as effective as an air pistol against an armored tank.
The bot's hand hovered around his waist feeding the apprehension and tension within the teen to a dangerous level.
"Bee! No! The pants…Uh. They're my favorite pair."
"I'll buy you some new ones…" Replied the mech in monotone distraction, completely unconvinced at his human's plea.
"Bee…. Bee!!! No!"
Like his arms would have any chance against the metal fingers that now came down upon the waist of his low riding, Rue-21 jeans. Still he attempted to push the offending extensions as they curved under to grab at the waist and begin to tear them away.
Sam still fought. "No!! Look I can take them off Ok! STOP!"
Bumblebee chuckled, "I know… But its way more fun this way!"
A loud rip sounded through the evening sky and the pants, now tatters of their former selves were thrown down the hill. Sam let out a squeal of disapproval at this action but the sound was quickly alternated into cackling screams as the bot punished him for his insubordination with a long swirl to his arm pits. Bumblebee then proceeded to the removal of the grey loosely fitting boxers, Sam tried to reason with him but the mech didn't care, he wanted to remove the boxers himself. The elastic lasted a second against the sheer strength of his fingers before snapping. He began to pull them off of Sam and luckily the boy obeyed and lifted his legs to better remove the undergarment.
The hand moved from where it was holding down his arms, fingers flickering in anticipation to repeat the same action to his white t-shirt. Sam bolted upwards, defiant as ever.
"Oh-no!! I'm going to have at least one of article of clothing remaining after we're done here!!" With that he quickly took of the white shirt and threw it away from Bumblebee's automatic reach.
Though comparably white to the other human's he laid optics on, Mikaela especially, his partner had an appealing body, no build, but still pleasurably lean, the human's pink nipples hardened in the night air.
Sam laid back down, body completely nude, but compliant nonetheless. His only concern at this point was considering the little defense he had against the seemingly breezy, night air.
As if reading his thoughts the bot loomed over his toy, eyes glowing in aroused anticipation, "Don't worry….I'll get you warmed up."
With that Sam let go of the restrictions he placed on his throat and let a loud moan filter through the night air. His shrinking member began to grow at the bot's touch, lifting slightly with every rhythmic stroke. An intake of breath betrayed him when the large finger hovered over the head, pressing and rubbing it with a gentle eroticism. The pre-cum from his loins made an acceptable lubrication to create more sensation to be harvested from the rubbing of his tip.
Sam was about ready to give and then Bumblebee abruptly stopped again, his eyes opened and became wide when suddenly the bot towered over him, pelvis intake removed, a long stream of lubricant crashing over the boy like a waterfall.
UUUUHH!!!
Sam screamed; if this was anything like the treatment Sector Seven agent Simmons received the boy had little doubt that the process occurring to him was relative to being urinated on.
"What the-"
He was silenced as the fingers continued their pace, this time a mind numbing smoothness had melted his brain into sexual arousal as the pace now acted much quicker with more pressure to reap pleasurable sensations.
"Oooh….." He undulated as the thumb of the hand joined along side its brother, gently grasping either side of the precious member to further arose.
"Ah! OOOOO…." He pushed his hips forward, the slow pace of the thumb and finger teased him and only sent him to involuntarily beg for more. Hips thrust into the air, the fingers reached the very stem of his genitals when moving downward, his pelvis moved up and down violently to milk more sensation from the teasing fingers. His rear smashed into the ground several times out of desperation for the gentle pressure to reach his leaking head.
Bumblebee saw the desperate action and decided to comply for once. Smiling, his eyes glowing with aroused fancy he worked the finger and thumb around the head, the lubrication allowing him to twiddle it between the fingers. As gently as he knew possible he pinched the head in his grasp. His audio receptors received a loud, sharp gasp of pleasure seethe out of Sam's smiling mouth. Both of them knew the head was the pinnacle of sensation.
Without warning he slid his fingers down from the tip and violently rubbed the thumb and finger up and down, Sam's body went rigid, His arms lashed out to grasp and remove a large plucking of grass as he desperately tried to snatch at something while he hung on the brink of climax.
Bumblebee grinned and continued; the moans and gasps inciting a relative feeling inside him. In automatic response the lubrication ducts within his body began to leak, especially those located around his hips.
"Ah! Ah!!"
Sam could feel it, the white hot tingling of an exceptional orgasm brimming and bubbling in his loins until it threatened to tear him open. To increase it, though Bumblebee's skill already acted above and beyond to give ultimate pleasure, like a feral animal he began to thrust his hips in spasmodic rhythm. Bumblebee felt his partner's body began to thrash itself against his hand, understanding the boy's involuntary motion in pre-cum stage he lightly squeezed his fingers to better simulate the idea of vaginal folds enclosing on his member.
Sam grunted through his teeth, oh baby he was almost there, the sweet pressure now on his hard rod sent him over the edge each time the helmet brim of the head hit smooth metal fingers.
With one dirty move the boy was thrown into white hot orgasm. The other hand of Bumblebee had a recent upgrade done on it without the boy's knowledge. Bumblebee had voluntarily imputed a vibration unit into the index of his left hand. Seeing the somewhat hilarious scrunched face on his human he decided to test out the new device and stuck it underneath Sam's scrotum.
His testes were now stimulated with a powerful vibration that took only a nanosecond to provoke the testes into automatic release.
OH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhh!!!!!!
He arched forward, erupting violently as magma like pleasure threw his body into sensual rapture. He grunted like an animal with every spout from his fully exposed Meatus opening, the Sulcus and Frenulum of the head appeared bright red against the liquid ivory spouting from his loins.
Clearly the boy was finished, Bumblebee saw as the boy's organic lubricants shot out in crescent blasts against his hand. Looking at the white liquid now dripping down the paint and chrome of his hand he thought to himself, "I guess now were even." The thought was fully justified when he saw a decent remainder of his own fluid coating the boy.
Removing his hand he began to shake off the white lubricant with a barely controlled disgust. Sam lay on the grassy floor, arms and legs splayed to form his body into an X.
The two looked at each other, Sam smiled, "Next time it's my turn…."
Bumblebee feigned a dubious look, "Are you saying that robots can be tickled…?"
Sam slowly stood up, his now agonized legs wobbled against the demand to move. He gave the bot the same smiling look of complete sadism the robot wore the entire evening. "Well I'm not saying that they can't…"
Bumblebee's vocal processor faked a gulping sound.
Sam smiled even more, he had the bot cornered. "Remember the first time you went to an Earth car wash? What was it that made you scream like a girl-The spinning brushes? Or the dragging strips? Oh and how 'bout all the wired grunts and shushed giggles I hear from you every time I use dad's paint buffer?"
The bot looked at him wide eyed, "I just got myself into a slag-load of trouble didn't I?"
Sam smirked, raising his arms out in front of him, the fingers wiggled to fully express the evil in the boy's face.
Now it was the bot's turn to run, he did so but jokingly, knowing the human couldn't send his body into spasms like the dreaded car wash brush bristles could.
Or could he…?
He looked around to see his human gaining on him; the bot panicked and quickened his pace.
TK-Productionz: Ok…Please flame if you must, but don't report this or anything, I read plenty of other things on this site that are just as explicit, not to mention the dozens of fics out there with curse words…I love to swear, but is it justifiable to allow profanity and restrict sex? Honestly….