Tales of the Night by: Lady-Cynic
Summary: Forge has one of his long talks with Berto, and things get a little sticky. PWP. Episode marker 1-5.
A/N: I ship it so fucking hard. All translations at the end.
Warning/Ratings: M/NC-17. Involves sex, implied spanking, and naughty toys.
Disclaimer: I don't own Max Steel. I was barely a 5 year old little shit head when the first incarnation was created; I can hardly call ownership over the new one.
•Just A Chat•
Forge stared at the files at hand, skimming through them quickly. A muffled noise came from his desk, and he looked over the holo-tablet.
"So Berto, have we learned our lesson?" The scientist gave a small whimper as the plug that Forge had used on him pushed itself deeper into him, the head already rubbing against his prostate before moving back in a continuous teasing cycle. It was tortuous.
"Nngh, yes, I learned my lesson Forge. I-hnng-I won't leave controllers to giant robots lying around anymore. Now please, nngh, por favor, just, ha, just-" [1]
"Just what, Berto?" Forge was laughing now. The scientist was tied down his desk, his cock pressed against the smooth wood, his face flushed from embarrassment and pleasure, while his bare ass was forced upward, giving Forge a nice view. He kinda liked him like this. Especially since he could still see the faint red marks on his behind from when he spanked him.
"Please, Ferrus!" Ooh, he was using his last name this time. That means the scientist really wanted it.
"Please what?" He was having too much fun with this.
"Just fuck me already! ¡Pinche biejo!" [2]
"Who are you calling old Roberto?" He loomed over the Latino and removed the long plug that was currently within him. Berto gave a little mewl of protest, but he was quickly placated when Forge replaced it with his own cock. He had been half hard for a while now, but the scientist had brought him to full hardness with that little pleading display.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for the next few days, let alone sit down," he growled into his ears.
"Is that a promise?" He started laughed but it was quickly cut off when Forge began to move, and soon he became a moaning mess, speaking gibberish nonsense in Spanish.
His arms had been tied in front of him before hand so that he wouldn't be able to take out the plug from his punishment, so now he scrambled to gain purchase on the desk. He tried to contain the noises he was making, Forge's office was hardly soundproof, but it was getting exceedingly harder when he kept ramming his cock against him, over and over. Berto was so close to coming after that long teasing session he just had, and anything would send him off the edge. That's when he felt something brush his cock, and he whimpered as Forge began to stroke him in time with his own thrusts.
He didn't last very long, and he screamed loudly as he came, hot com splattering all over Forge's desk and his belly. Forge came soon after that, filling him to the brim. But Berto was already drifting off on the euphoric bliss from his own orgasm, so he didn't really notice when Forge finally untied him. Instead, he allowed himself to be handled by the old soldier and cleaned up while he regained his breath. He let out a chuckle as Forge situated them both on his chair. Who said the old man didn't like post-sex cuddles?
"That was fun," Berto murmured against Forge's chest. The soldier frowned.
"Punishment's aren't suppose to be fun," he growled out.
"Hmm, well this one was." He played with the scarring on his chest plate, entranced by how they made microscopic patterns on the plastic.
"What am I gonna do with you?" Forge sighed out. Berto looked up and smiled.
"I don't know Chief, but I got a few ideas."
"Heh, I did make a promise that you wouldn't be able to stand afterwards, and I never break my promises." Berto laughed once more but it was soon cut off by Forge's kiss. It looks like this meeting would extend a little bit longer it would seem.
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Berto tried to walk out of Forge's office without any noticeable limp. But it was really, really hard when he couldn't really feel anything past his waste saving a painfully sweet tingling sensation. Forge wasn't kidding when he said he'd fuck him good. It didn't help that the man decided to leave the vibrating plug in him as an added punishment. And he wouldn't be able to take it out until Forge turned it off in the privacy of his quarters. He was about to make his way to his station when suddenly Max jumped out in front of him, a skateboard in hand.
"Hey Berto, what're you doing in front of Uncle Ferris' office?" He had an innocent look on his face, and Berto almost felt guilty for the lie he was about to tell. Forge and his relationship wasn't exactly public news.
"Isn't it obvious Max," Steel butted in, "he just got back from that long talk with your Uncle! Prolly chewed him out for leaving C.Y.T.R.O.'s remote lying around like that."
"Yikes! Sorry about that man, completely forgot about that. But don't worry, Uncle Ferris isn't that mean. Anyways, wanna hang out and skateboard a bit?"
"Ehe, no thanks man. I kinda need to get back to work. Especially since, you know, I let C.Y.T.R.O. get hijacked by a homicidal megalomaniac."
"Oh yeah, no problem. See ya later Berto!" He watched as Max and Steel skated away down the hallway when he suddenly felt a spike in pressure from the plug, and he bit his lip as he tried to make his way to his quarters. There was no way in hell he could work under these conditions.
-Fin-
A/N: I totally did not just follow a hentai formula to write this. Because if I did, there would be a mini cut scene right before the good parts that showed us how we got to the porny section of the fic. Hentai's are a tease like that. Luckily I'm not! :D
Translations:
[1]: por favor = please/pretty please; lit. for a favor
[2]: pinche biejo = fucking old man