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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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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.