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There weren't many individuals that he found enjoyment in as much as he did Fortress Maximus. The other had put up such a fight, had such a strong will...

It had made breaking him in initially so much more fun in the long run.

Sauntering down the hallway towards the holding cell where he'd been keeping his pet, Overlord's engines practically purred at the sounds echoing from down the halls. The gladiatorial games had been going fantastically and any Autobots that had been left after their take over..well...they wouldn't be around much more. They made fine prey for the games but they never seemed to last long at all.

Pity. But there would be more. He had no doubts about that.

Overlord punched in the code and slid inside when the door opened, a delighted smirk touching his lips as his gaze landed on the bot strapped down to the table before him.

"Fort Max. Miss me?" he mused as the door slid shut and relocked, the Decepticon starting forward slowly, hand brushing against Max's leg as he started up towards the head of the table. "I can only imagine how lonely you've been since I was here last."

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Any second...any moment...and...any...

It can't rightly be classified as a moan, that sound that escapes him. It's too strangled, too- fearful? Despairing? Whatever it is, it may be closer to a whine, though it does go well with the squirming-like motions he's beginning to start. Maximus can't remember if it's ever gone on so long without some sort of reminder that Overlord's here to cause him nothing but agony, and that any comfort or care is an outright lie. Something meant to confuse him. Something meant...to...

"Ha...aahn....nnggh...!"

It's pushing him steadily towards overload, and despite his earlier resignation to getting this over with, he can't help but try and hold it back. It most certainly wouldn't be the first time Overlord has made him overload, but it's a desperate thought that Max has never wanted it.

And that's where he stops.

His hand clenches around the base of Max's spike and he pulls his tongue out of the other's valve, licking his lips like a satisfied feline as he peers up at his prey. He'd gotten the other squirming, gotten him to be vocal and that was perfect.

It was just what he wanted.

"Do you want release, pet?" he mused in a mock thoughtful manner, his grip on the other's spike tightening as he started to trace a pattern over the other's hip, voice husky in a way--deeper as his engine rumbles. "Your body sure seems to want it. Wants to go over the edge and bask in the pleasure that I can give you..is that what you want?"

And then his grip would become painful on Max's spike, Overlord just continuing to squeeze as he watched the other's face with a dark smirk.

"Or are you going to pretend it's not what you want."

Maximus doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse when it stops. He does know that it feels like he's crashed in to a wall when the grip does tighten, and he can't help the cry that escapes him. More shocked than anything else, at least at first.

He at least swallows the cry of pain, optics flickering back towards Overlord as the other speaks. Taunts him. And his faceplates could burn with how much shame he feels, only barely tempered by the rising pain...

"S...slag you-! Past the p-pit!"

He'd never admit it. Overlord had taken so much from him, but the tattered remains of his pride held together.

That hand clenches tighter now and he starts to pull, more than prepared to just pull the other's spike right off him.

"Tsk tsk, pet. That's not what I wanted to hear," Overlord replies smoothly, optics narrowing a bit as his smirk widens. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in so much trouble one of these days. I'll have to do something more permanent about it sometime."

Twisting starts to accompany the pull now and Overlord leans down, tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his captive's spike.

Scrap, scrap, scrap, it hurts, and it takes everything he has not to do anything more than gasp noisily. Don't scream, he tells himself again, barely hearing Overlord as he looks away again. Focus on the wall, focus on something else, focus...on...

Oh spark. He doesn't know if it hurts or doesn't, just that it's a lot. Maximus does whine now, part of him hysterically hoping Overlord does pull it off - just so he'll stop feeling it.

Overlord's optics narrow a bit and he releases his hold just as suddenly as he'd done it, dropping that hand down to brush his fingers against the other's valve.

His prey wants to be stubborn? He'll just have to make it worse for him.

Fingers sliding inside Max's valve, Overlord leans over to lick lightly at the head of his spike, the touch teasing as he begins to work his fingers in and out of the bound mech.

Erase the pain and cover it up with pleasure. Back and forth we go~

It might have been a relief, and for a brief second, it is - and then reality sinks back in and the muffled moan is more out of misery than anything else.

But only by so much. The teasing licks to the most sensitive part of his spike are sending unwanted prickles through his sensor net. And he's trembling again, valve clenching around the invading fingers. Whether to keep them out or hold them in is anyone's guess.

"F-frag..."

His smirk returns as he gets a response out of Max, nipping lightly at the other's spike as he pushes two fingers into the other as deep as they can go.

"Feels good doesn't it, pet?" he asked mockingly, knowing that the other was hating this but that was the point.

Love and hate needed to go hand in hand to properly train his pet.

Another nip was delivered to Max's spike before he resumed licking it, twisting his fingers inside the other--scissoring them a bit to stretch the other more.

"Nnnh-!"

The jerk of his hips is completely out of his control, and the worst part is he doesn't know if it's trying to get away or get more. This is- all of it's too much. He's going to overload soon and it's going to be as much spark-pain as any sort of pleasure. This humiliation of having his body played with like some sort of toy-

-or, well. As Overlord puts it, pet.

He jerks again, crying out, valve clenching on the two fingers but they're not nearly enough to fill it and isn't that a horrific thought.

Overlord is more than happy to oblige the other by adding in two more fingers, aiming to fill the other as much as he can, wanting the painful burn I pleasure to be felt by his pet.

"You want to let go, pet, so do it," he purred lowly around Max's spike, dragging his denta against it as he purrs low inhis throat. Its the oncoming humiliation that he's itchin for--that he's wanting to see because every reaction like that from his pet is satisfying to him.

He shoves his fingers deeper inside the other, curling and twisting, the push and pull anything by gentle now.

"Overload for me, pet."

Well, that earns a shriek. And were it not for the restraints holding him down, he would have arched off the slab. As it was, he tries, all but writhing under Overlords hand's and mouths he fights it all. The heat, the sensation, the oncoming burst-

And spark, he used to like it a bit rough. The mix is terribly, terribly satisfying and-

"N...naah...AAAHN!"

With a final desperate cry his body gives in, energy feeling like it's arching off of him with the overload's intensity. He's a puppet to it as much as Overlord, and it's all he can do to ride it out, hating every moment of it as much as he soaks it up.

Overlord doesn't hesitate, doesn't even consider stopping because the sight of the other writhing like he is isn't something he wants to give up so easily. So even as the overload hits the other, his fingers keep thrusting into the other, keeping the other wrapped up in the pleasure he's feeling.

He does let Max's spike slip from his mouth, licking his lips as he grips the base of it once more with his free hand and just starts to squeeze again.

Can't let him feel too good now can we?

"Was that so hard, pet?" he asked, squeezing tighter as he shoves his fingers inside Max much rougher this time.

It's an overload that stretches, then stretches in to pain as Overlord tightens his grip. And he can't do a damn thing about it, utterly helpless. If he was free he'd kick, punch, fight and do anything he damn could!

But all he can manage is a curse that's as much scream as snarl. And to jerk with every thrust, shaking his head in a vain denial. Both to Overlord, and to his own damn self.

Overlord keeps playing him for a bit longer, just enjoying the sight and the sounds that the other is giving him as a whole. It's lovely and he knows it's destroying Max in a way, which makes it even better.

When he finally does let go of the other, fingers slipping from inside his valve, his engine purrs with delight at the sight of his used and abused pet. He can't help but lean in to lap at the other's valve, indulging himself because, well, he can.

So why wouldn't he?

"Enjoy yourself pet?" he purred, licking at Max's valve again before lifting his head, hands smoothing over the other's thighs in a not so gentle caress, fingers dragging along the plating.

Maximus is limp on the slab when it finally stops, fans *heaving* to cycle air. His valve twitches at the new attention, fluttering under the skilled mouth as Max struggles not to whine. Pit take it, not /again/, Overlord had his fun, dragged his humilation, can't that be enough for once...

But he already knows the answer to that, doesn't he. It's not...and it never will be.

Still.

"No," the ex-warden manages through his ventillations, barely turning his helm enough to catch Overlord's motions.

This has only begun, hasn't it.

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