AN: There are just some things that should never grace the internet but happen to be found on there anyway. This fic is one of those things. THIS IS A MATURE FIC CONTAINING MASTURBATION OF THE GAY SORT, DILDOS, VIBRATORS AND HEAVY VOUYERISM. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THEN DO NOT READ THEN BITCH TO ME ABOUT IT.

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The Recording

Every screen on the Ark flickered for a moment and static broke out like a freak storm before clearing to show a small, flushed mech lying on a berth, legs spread wide and most of his outer armor gone. Between his legs was an enormous looking artificial spike that had to be about as long and thick as the small mech's forearm. The young mech looked absolutely wasted, lying on the berth, fingers lightly delving into his valve as his spike slowly extended. There was a small control strapped to his thigh with a thin wire running down to a small rounded tip that couldn't have been larger than the tip of the mech's finger.

"Hey, Percy… Say hi to the camera…" A vocoded voice from off camera called and the young mech's helm lolled to the side, smiling at the lens.

"Hi…" He breathed, his fingers never leaving his valve. His hips were lightly undulating and he hummed as he slid a hand up his spike and along his abdomen to knead the thin protoform on his chest.

"So, Percy, you think you can take that spike in you?"

Perceptor nodded and smiled shyly, looking away for a moment.

"That's a pretty big spike… Let's see if it could fit." The camera shifted positions and zoomed in, Perceptor obligingly spread his legs, removing his fingers as the camera focused on his port. It was blissfully small and wet, clenched tight and leaking lubricants onto the berth beneath.

"I don't know, Percy…"

Perceptor merely hummed and returned to fingering himself, the camera moving back out as Perceptor's port began to leak. He purred happily and tilted his head back, exposing a tantalizing expanse of protoform as he shifted his hips, propping his legs open and reaching for the tip of the small device strapped to his thigh. He rubbed the small thing against his port edges, getting it wet with his own fluids before gently pushing it inside. He then moved to the small control at his thigh and flicked a switch, his hips arching slightly when a small hum started up.

"Uhn! Mnn…" Perceptor shakily laid back, staring at the camera absently as it zoomed in on the quivering tubing of his valve as it clenched and vibrated around the small gadget.

"Does that feel good, Percy?" Perceptor managed a nod and a breathless sound of pleasure as he reached for the artificial spike between his thighs.

Dainty hands felt up and down the large spike before lifting it and rubbing it against the lubricating valve, tiny fingers parting the edges of the valve for a moment – offering a tantalizing view of tight, soft looking walls inside – before thrusting the tip of the spike inside alongside the thin wire of the vibrator.

A soft sound of discomfort as the swollen head of the spike was pressed in, a slick, wet sound of suction and a gush of lubricant following quickly. Perceptor lay on his back, forcing another inch or so of the toy into him before he fell limp for a moment, lower regions still clenched and barely rocking as the small mech whimpered and gasped, licking his fingers before reaching down and pressing a finger into his port, working the digit in and out while the spike remained still.

"You like that, Percy?"

"Mmmhm!" Perceptor whined and reached down, carefully pressing the spike into him, managing to get half of the monstrous thing inside of him before he had to stop again. The small mech sighed and rubbed light circles along his chest, resting for a few moments before he reached down and slowly worked the spike inside of his port.

Perceptor moaned and flopped back onto the berth, hands limp at the sides of his head as he laid still for a moment, venting softly.

"You okay, Percy?"

"Mmmhnn…" Perceptor whimpered, reaching down and slowly pulling the spike out until the bulge at the tip stretched the rim of his spike. The camera zoomed in on the tight pull of soft tubing as the spike was reinserted, slowly and languidly, Perceptor letting out soft gasps and whimpers each time another inch was added.

Finally the entire thing was inside of him and Perceptor arched as he lay on the berth, stretching his legs slightly as each shift and movement caused his full port to throb and send jolts of pleasure through him.

"Look at that… Now that is hot…" The disembodied voice murmured, the camera zooming in on Perceptor's body, trailing over it admiringly. Perceptor sighed and began massaging his abdomen and the camera paused, following the fingers as they skittered down to the young mech's spike.

"Mm…" Perceptor stroked his spike for a few moments, fondling the head and the slit before moving back to his port, pulling the large object inside of him out slowly with a slick, wet sucking sound. No sooner had he gotten to the tip of the toy did he thrust it back in, sing that same slow, maddening pace.

Perceptor quickly adjusted to the intrusions, thrusting his hips as he sped up the slow drag and push of the toy. His port easily swallowed the monstrous object and the camera would often zoom in on the stretched tight tubing of the soft valve.

Perceptor barely made any sound except for the occasional gasp and whimper. Soft screams of pleasure suddenly began to come forth from full, soft lips and Perceptor whimpered as he rolled onto his servos and knees, bearing down quickly onto the thick insertion that was currently embedded inside of him.

"Look over here, Percy…" The person holding the camera ordered as Perceptor rode the spike, the young mech lolling his head over his shoulder strutlessly to gaze absently at the camera, optics glazed and lips parted in a picture of pornographic pleasure as increasingly loud gasps and choked off sobs of ecstasy escaped him.

"Yeah… That's it, Percy…" Perceptor whimpered as he stopped thrusting in exchange for rocking his hips jerkily, bracing his hands behind him as he threw his head back. Venting gasps and whimpers of pleasure, Perceptor spread his legs even further, clenching the cables in his lower regions to tighten his port even more around the deliciously torturous intrusion.

Overload brought Perceptor's hands to his helm, the young mech clutching the back of his helm as he rode out the sensations. Thick silvery fluid gushing from his spike and his port, coating his body completely, the young mech fell onto his back. Head hanging off the edge of the berth along with his arms, legs arched and splayed wide to display his debauchery, Perceptor regained his lost vents slowly.

"Come on, Percy, show the camera your port." Perceptor made a low sound as he rolled onto his side then front, turning so that his back was to the camera, leaning down on his elbows and spreading his legs to reveal his port. Transfluid coated the young mech's thighs, even more still gushing out from the tight opening, the ripple and clench of tubing easily visible from this new angle.

Perceptor sighed and swiped a hand over his inner thigh, licking the gathered Transfluid and lubricant off of his fingers as he moved to lay on his back, legs spread and arms stretched over his head.

"Alright, Percy, say bye to the camera…"

Perceptor puckered his lips slightly, blowing a quick kiss before whispering a soft "bye-bye".

The screens cut out before returning to perfectly normal functioning, though what had been previously viewed was completely forgotten in lieu of the images now plaguing the mind of every mech on the Ark.

After a few moments of silence within the crowded Ark Rec. Room there was the soft whoosh of the door opening. Every mech turned to see Perceptor striding in, his nose stuck in a datapad as he nibbled on the end of a stylus, walking over to the energon dispenser to gather up his morning ration. He didn't seem to notice the stares that followed his every movement, nor the seemingly thunderous roar of cooling vents as mechs recalled the video that had just been displayed, starring the young scientist himself.

Things about the young mech that none of his comrades had noticed before suddenly revealed themselves: The gentle yet undeniably appealing sway of black hips. The dip and curve of Perceptor's back and aft. The way he stood with a slight cock and thrust of his hips. The way his lips parted ever so slightly when he was thinking deeply.

After Perceptor had left the Rec. Room, completely oblivious to the havoc he had just wreaked, Jazz turned and looked around.

"Now if'n y'all ain't gunna tap dat aft den y'all are de biggest group o' idiots Ah've ever known." He stated bluntly.

The room returned to its previous level of activity after a few moments, but one could always tell when one of the mechs began thinking about Perceptor and the interesting little video that they had all been hacked with…