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Five Phases of Torture	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 3729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Trick of the Mind**

“Fascinating, the readings from the sensory collars indicates that both mechs are experiencing pleasure sensation from the organic intercourse,” the leader said to his cohort as he read the computer print out.

Turning a different face to his superior, the Quint pulled his eyes off the action on the viewer. He glanced down at the data streaming in. “It seems that while they are both experiencing the same incoming data load; the Autobot is not showing signs of meta overload from it while the Decepticon is experiencing a sharp increase in rear processor computations,” he reported.

“Rear processor, hmmm?” the leader rubbed his chin with a tentacle in thought.

“The region associated with the emotions of hate and rage,” his cohort confirmed.

“Indeed,” he put his tentacle back down, switching his face to one of his more pleasant ones.

“It seems they react to humiliation and repulsion in completely different ways,” his cohort continued.

“Perhaps owing to the fragmentation of the base programs we installed in their predecessors. It is far more fragmented in the Autobots than the Decepticons it would seem,” the leader glanced back at the viewer. He grinned in pleasure as he watched the two mechs being used by another round of organics.

His eyes going back to the view screen, the subordinate nodded his agreement to the theory. “But they are focusing on each other now. You can see their optics are locked. Higher level processing has increased,” he reported.

The leader chuckled as he studied them. “Yes, they haven’t realized that it wasn’t the other who gave him pleasure. The holomatter images were very detailed it would seem,” he snickered.

“It shall be interesting to see if they’ve been metawashed concerning each other,” the other agreed.

“Knock them out and start the final test then,” the leader ordered.

They cackled in sadistic glee as they watched Sharkicon guards enter the organic sex tavern. The Guards holding electrified prods which they inserted inside the struggling mechs’ primary ports – and then activated at full power. The muffled screams of the mechs could be heard as they briefly writhed in total agony before they went limp in shutdown.

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The alarms slowly turned off one-by-one, and Cyclonus rebooted. He felt a weight pressing against his side, and as his optics activated, he found himself looking straight into the dazed blue optics of Ultra Magnus. Shifting, the Autobot brought his arms in front of him, rubbing the areas where the chains had dug in. “Nice of them to finally unchain us,” the blue bot mumbled.

Weakly, both of them sat up, rubbing their arms to get the sensory circuits working properly again.

Cyclonus grimaced in disgust as his olfactory sensors picked up the noxious order of the organic residues now coating them. Both inside and out.. He felt fluid drain out of him a bit as he sat up. Disgust filled him as he knew it was the copious amounts of semen that the organics had left within him. Reaching down, he tried to work the metal ring from around the base of his cable, cringing in pain as it wouldn’t move.

“Same boat I’m in,” Magnus snorted in disgust. His fingers tugging futilely at the ring around his own cable.. Unless they could depressurize their cables, they’d never work the rings free. And until they got the rings off, they couldn’t depressurize. It was a catch twenty-two.

The purple mech studied the situation with a critical optic. And idea coursed through his meta on how to solve their dilemma. “Lean back, I’ll get that damned ring off you,” he ordered.

Magnus gave him a curious glance. But then he thought about it and realized they’d have to work together to get out of this fix. Leaning back, he forced himself to relax as the con’s powerful hand encircled his taunt cable. Cyclonus moved his head close to him, and briefly Magnus wondered if the mech was going to try and coat the cable with his oral lubricant and then try and work the ring off it. But then the mech forced the taunt cable gently to the side, getting his mouth close to the ring. Magnus gasped at the slight pinch as Cyclonus got the front edge of his dental plates on the ring. But then the ring split in two as the con bit down hard.

Cyclonus sat back up and released his grip on Magnus’s bonding cable. Giving him a thankful nod, the blue mech depressurized his cable and retracted it into his chassis.

Without a word, the purple mech laid back on his back. Not even moving a bearing as the Autobot’s hand curled around his pressurized cable. Moving it to the side just as he had.. The blue mech’s lips touched its base lightly, sending a shiver through the purple mech’s sensory grids. But then the slight sharp pain as the rubber skin of his cable was slightly pinched. As the Autobot used his sharp dental plates to cut the metal ring and thus, free him.

As Ultra Magnus sat back up, he held out his hand. Cyclonus meeting his optics as he accepted the assistance while depressurizing and retracting his own cable. He knew he could count on this mech. They were both pragmatic warriors, both the best that their factions had to offer. So if any team could break out of this mess, it was them. He narrowed his optics slightly as his meta said the word ‘team’ in referring to him and Magnus. He’d never thought he’d ever think in those terms about an Autobot in his life! But here, now, they were not Autobot and Decepticon – they were simply mechs. Trapped in a captivity that they must escape from!

“I find it interesting that the Quintessons have chosen to leave us together.” Cyclonus observed, his deep emotionless voice having a strange edge to it. Scanning the bare walls of their cell, the Decepticon looked for any signs of weakness, any possible route for escape. He knew that there was none to be found, but it was a habit for the warrior; a habit to look for every possible option - and then to maximize it to his advantage.

Ultra Magnus nodded. “Yes, considering everything, it is rather interesting.” He was referring to the enjoyment that both of them still thought they had each had, at the hands of the other. His chassis still vibrated slightly with the remembrance of that overload. His meta seeking to replace the nauseating memories of organic hands on him, organic cocks inside him – with those of Cyclonus. Glancing sideways at his counterpart he wondered if he’d ever be able to look at the con in the same way again. Had Cyclonus been harboring these feelings towards him for a long time? It was strange that this captivity seemed to have brought it out. “I wonder what they’re really up to,” he added.

“That thought has also crossed my meta,” the Decepticon admitted. The crimson optics held a strange emotion as they met the brilliant blue optics. He clenched his hands slightly, not really understanding fully what had happened between them. Had the Autobot always felt that way towards him, even as they sought to off line each other in combat? Did Ultra Magnus try to kill him in order to bury those emotions? Cyclonus didn’t like uncertainties, and now his whole reality was an uncertainty.

Cyclonus’s optics scanned over the Autobot’s chassis, gauging how severe the damage was. The smudges of the ghastly organics’ fluids obvious on the blue armor disgusted the Decepticon. Rage burned within him. Rage for what they’d done to him – and, strangely – rage for what they’d done to the blue mech. Looking up, he met Ultra Magnus’s optics, noticing that the Autobot was doing the same thing towards him. He saw the same silent anger within those blue orbs as they saw the residue of their humiliation upon his purple armor.

Shrugging inside, the Decepticon knew this was to be expected, for even though they were on opposite sides of the civil war, both warriors were very pragmatic. Perhaps this was why Magnus had never acted on his emotions towards him prior to this? He understood that such emotions would interfere with their duties to their factions.

Staggering unsteadily to his feet, Ultra Magnus leaned heavily against the bulkhead. Reaching down, he offered his hand to help the purple mech struggle to his feet. Cyclonus accepted his offer, grasping his hand. Swaying in weakness, Cyclonus leaned into the big Autobot for support. As the two big mech warriors stood optic-to-optic, Ultra Magnus whispered, “You know, I’m getting very tired of being knocked out by bolts of electricity.” His lips touched Cyclonus’s sensitive horns, causing waves of stimulation to course through the powerful con.

The purple mech nodded his agreement, knowing that the Autobot was trying not to be over heard by the Quintessons, but also wondering if the mech was interested in more. There was so much, so much he could show him. A slight shiver went through him as he leaned heavily against the blue mech. Ultra Magnus felt good against him. His powerful chassis was just the type that Cyclonus found attractive. Just like Galvatron’s, but without the insanity. “I assume you’ve come up with a plan of action?” he whispered back, his lips almost touching the other’s audio. He wished he could convince the Autobot to convert. A mech like him would make an impressive partner.

Ultra Magnus ran his hands up the Decepticon’s fuselage, knowing the Quintessons were most likely watching. But he didn’t care. The pleasure he’d received from that chassis had been incredible. His rpms revved slightly as he felt the smooth air frame under his fingertips. “They didn’t mess with us before, and let us knock ourselves out. Only afterward did they ‘collect’ us,” he whispered as he ground his pelvis into the con’s. His lips touched Cyclonus’s sensitive audio array, his voice so soft, only the con could hear it.

The con nodded, getting an idea of where the bot’s thoughts were headed. “Yes, they do seem to have a fixation on mech bonding,” he murmured softly as he wrapped his hands around the blue armor. This would be a very pleasurable ruse. Very pleasurable indeed…

Those brilliant blue optics glimmered as the mech nodded, a smirk on his face. “And when the guards come to collect our recharging forms,” he snickered as he licked his glossa along Cyclonus’s horn. His fingers slipping along the purple mech’s seams, slipping under, caressing sensitive wires. A wicked grin crossed his face, matched by the evil smirk on the purple Con’s face. The understanding of their mutual course of action now agreed upon.

Cyclonus licked one of those thin audio receptors on the side of the mech’s helm. “Then let us give them a show they shall not soon forget,” he whispered as the blue mech shivered against him. His hands slid up his sides, caressing that beautiful blue armor.

“Release without overload,” Magnus whispered to him as he nipped his neck.

Cyclonus couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at those words, his optics gleaming in mischief as he considered the destruction they would surely wrought upon the Quints once they were free. Yes, a little pre-destruction release would be well-earned. Hiding his chuckle behind a moan, he rubbed his fingers along Magnus’s helm.

Without another word, Ultra Magnus took Cyclonus’s lips with his own, the con responding equally.

Cyclonus leaned against the wall as Ultra Magnus slid down him. He moaned as the mech slipped his glossa along his chest armor, sliding fingers underneath his protective armor at his abdomen. Putting his hands on Ultra Magnus’s helm, he rubbed those thin, ultra sensitive, audio receptors, grinning as he heard a muffled moan. But then Magnus slipped his fingers along his unlatched codpiece. His arm forcing Cyclonus to spread his legs a bit as he slipped his fingertips along his naked bonding arrays..

His fingers dug into Magnus’s massive shoulder mounts as the mech teased him into extending his bonding cable again. “Mmmm, Unicron sure knew how to equip you,” Ultra Magnus murmured. Running his fingertips along it, he dipped them slightly into Cyclonus, coating them with lubricant. Then he ran them along the cable, spreading the lubricant evenly. He began the process of removing the organic residues which had coated it. Hydraulic pressure shot up at his touch, extending and thickening the cable.

“Yes, Unicron was most – efficient – in designing us,” Cyclonus gasped. He shuddered as Magnus’s large hand surrounded his cable, squeezing firmly as he stroked.

“Only thing he ever did right,” Ultra Magnus chuckled, “I’m almost sorry we destroyed his aft now.” He licked his glossa along the length of the thick cable. Teasing the port end with a flicker, his devilish grin widening as the powerful con trembled helplessly at his touch. Then he surrounded it with his mouth, sucking it in and taking the full length of it down his throat.

Cyclonus bucked his hips against the mech. His optics briefly shut off as his gave in to the pleasure. The sensation of a mech’s strong mouth and glossa removing the memory echoes of the nauseating attentions of the organics. Frag! A mech never got this kind’ve treatment in the con camp! “You’re giving a good justification for keeping you Autobots functional – after we triumph of course,” he gasped. Then his whole chassis vibrated as the mech slid his cable in-and-out of his mouth, his glossa dancing over it.

For a few astrominutes, Cyclonus was unable to utter a word as Magnus controlled his bonding cable. His internal temperature skyrocketed in response to the masterful job that the Autobot was doing with his glossa and mouth. Intakes opened, fans clicked on high, as his systems sought to maintain operating temperature even as he bucked and moaned against Ultra Magnus.

With agonizing slowness, Magnus slowly pulled back, letting his cable slip from his mouth. “So I’ve given you a justification hmmm? Perhaps you should do the same?” he chuckled with a gleam in his optics. Sitting down on the cold floor, he leaned back seductively, putting his arms behind his helm as he gave Cyclonus an expectant look.

Raising an optic ridge, Cyclonus cocked his helm and studied the mech with amusement on his face. “Hmmm, a competition between us then? I accept your challenge,” he replied with a devilish gleam in his crimson orbs. Kneeling down, he slid his chassis along the Autobot’s. “You will lose,” he promised as he swiped his glossa over one of Magnus’s audio receptors.

The Autobot chuckled, “this is a competition that would be very enjoyable to ‘lose’.” He grabbed Cyclonus’s extended cable with a hand, stroking it just so.

“Hmmm, two experienced warriors in both warfare and pleasure. This shall be a rewarding competition,” the purple mech murmured in Magnus’s audio. His hand slipped to the mech’s shoulder mounts. Knowledgeable fingers sliding in, caressing, stimulating…

Ultra Magnus arched up against him. His moans increasing in volume as Cyclonus slipped his fingers in deeper and deeper. “Yes, experienced partners are always – rewarding,” he gasped. He tightened his hand around Cyclonus’s cable, stroking it ever more firmly.

“Mmmm, yes, I would concur,” Cyclonus gasped. He shuddered in ecstasy, rocking his hips in time to Magnus’s strokes. “But perhaps it is time for me to see how Autobots are outfitted?” he teased in a low and seductive tone. Sure he’d seen the mech’s cable during the torture with the organics, but this was different. This was his first sight of it knowing he would briefly control it. His crimson optics gleamed in expectation as he kissed those sweet lips once more. Sliding down the blue armor, he felt his cable slip from Magnus’s hand. Moving further down, he knelt between those powerful legs and slipped his hand into him. He felt through the lubricant and grabbed Magnus’s cable, teasing it into extending out.

Stroking it with his hand, his optics widened slightly as full hydraulic pressure built up within it. “Highly impressive,” he complimented.

“We spare no expense,” Magnus chuckled even as he moaned.

“I must admit, this was not anticipated,” Cyclonus teased, for even though they both knew what the other’s ‘equipment’ looked like, this game of pleasure and deception was delicious. Filling his voice full of honest admiration, Cyclonus grinned up at the mech. He was so going to ‘lose’ this little competition between them! Bending down, he licked it along its thick shaft, running his glossa slowly up to its port tip. As the mech shuddered and moaned, he slipped it into his mouth. Determined to outdo his counterpart, he slid his head down until his face touched the mech’s pelvic armor. He had never had a cable go that far down his throat! Rising up, he stroked it up-and-down with his mouth. His meta already wondering how it would feel within him.

Ultra Magnus bucked helplessly under Cyclonus’s attentions. Throwing his head back he moaned in complete abandon. Grabbing the mech’s head, he slammed his hips into him. Forcing his cable in-and-out.. That wonderful glossa dancing along them… He’d never had a mech that could take his entire length, much less in their mouth! It was amazing. But he didn’t want to climax yet. So right when he was so close, he stopped and slid his cable out. Gasping for breath, he opened his intake vents fully. “I think you won that round,” he gasped.

Licking the cable one last time, Cyclonus chuckled. “It seems that the superiority of the Decepticon glossa has been proven,” he gloated with a glimmering in his optics. But he wanted more, so much more. He wanted to feel Ultra Magnus within him. See if the powerful Autobot could fill him.. Satiate him.. “I shall give you the first try at proving you know how to interface. I’ve heard rumors that Autobots are most pathetic with their technique,” he chuckled. Staying on his knees, he turned and set his hands down.

“Pathetic hmmm? You’ve been listening to the wrong mechs,” Ultra Magnus chuckled as he slowly sat up. A devilish grin crossed his face. He never thought he’d ever see his powerful counterpart on all fours with his codpiece unlatched, his primary bonding port opened – waiting for him. And he had to admit, it was a very erotic vision indeed. Cyclonus’s massive bonding cable was still fully pressurized and erect. It hung down, almost touching the floor as the con knelt on his knees.

Getting to his own knees, Ultra Magnus positioned himself behind the mech. Sliding his fingers inside his receiving unit, he slowly pushed them inside. First two, then three, then he barely got four in. Lubricant washed over his fingers as he stretched the unit wider. With his other hand, he reached around the mech and wrapped his fingers around the pressurized cable. Stroking the length of it with a firm grip, he enjoyed Cyclonus’s moans of ecstasy. “No mech’s ever handled my full length, think you can?” he teased him as he slid his fingers out of him and spread some of the lubricant onto his cable.

“No mech has ever filled me. Are you under the misguided notion that you shall?” Cyclonus answered as he looked back at him. His chassis trembling as Ultra Magnus continued to stroke his cable.

Wrapping his fingers around his own cable, Ultra Magnus continued to stroke Cyclonus’s with his other hand even as he teased the entrance of his receiving unit with the tip of his thick cable. The purple mech bucked against him, gasping in pleasure. Slowly, Magnus slid his pressurized cable within him. The tight receiving unit slowly expanded to accommodate him. Further and further in he slid. His optics opening wide in surprise as he passed the point that mechs had always told him to stop.

Cyclonus tensed as he felt the thick shaft slide within him. His internal sensors went wild as it slid further and further within. Shifting, he spread his legs wider, encouraging the mech to go even deeper. He felt the shaft get to the point where all mechs before had stopped. Had always left him wanting more.. And the Autobot paused.. “Is that all you have Autobot? I am disappointed,” Cyclonus gasped, even as he enjoyed the slight pain from his receiving unit being spread wider than it had ever had.

“Oh, that’s not all. I just don’t want to damage you. I’ve heard that most cons aren’t well-endowed,” Ultra Magnus replied with a chuckle. He slid out just slightly, coating his shaft with a little more of the lubricant that was dripping from Cyclonus.

Cyclonus snorted, “Your paltry cable cannot damage one built as solidly as I, proceed. Give me your full length.” He spread his legs a little further apart. Shaking slightly as Magnus rubbed the tip of his bonding cable with his fingers.

Ultra Magnus grinned as he slowly pushed his cable forward again. Going deeper until his hips were tight against Cyclonus’s aft. Grinding his hip against him, he enjoyed the sensation of the tight receiver unit surrounding his full length. With his other hand, he swiped some of the lubricant that was dripping down the inside of Cyclonus’s leg. With his hand coated again, he began stroking the con. Stroking harder and faster, the mech gasping and bucking underneath him...

The unbelievable sensation of being fully filled, coupled with the intense stroking, drove Cyclonus’s meta wild. Throwing his head back, he screamed in pleasure. Bucking his hips against Ultra Magnus, he felt the incredible sensation of the thick shaft going slightly in-and-out. He wanted to feel the mech ram him. Thrust into him.. Pound him mercilessly.. But yet, Magnus didn’t. He just worked Cyclonus’s own shaft. His hand going faster.. Slipping along his port tip as it went. “Pound me,” Cyclonus ordered.

With a grin, Magnus kept doing what he had been. “I don’t take orders from a con,” he chuckled. Bucking his hips slightly, he forced himself yet deeper within Cyclonus, just as he tightened his hand around the mech’s cable. He worked his hand faster, knowing the signs of a mech near climax.

Cyclonus’s optics went big in disbelief as he tensed, then spasmed. His hydraulic pressure skyrocketed within his cable, then he climaxed, spewing lubricant all over the floor beneath them. Collapsing, he felt the mech move with him. His massive bulk lying on top of him, his shaft still fully within him.. Gasping, Cyclonus had to admit. The Autobot had won this round. “I must admit, your technique is superior to most,” he gasped.

“Oh, I’m far from done,” Ultra Magnus said in a mischievous tone. Grabbing the mech’s shoulders, he began to slam his hips against him. His thick cable sliding its full length in-and-out…

Cyclonus gasped, as he again spread his legs. His belly armor becoming coated with his own ejected lubricant as the Autobot mercilessly pounded him. His receiving unit produced more lubricant as the friction from the rapid movement produced heat. A mixture of pleasure and pain filled the con’s sensory nets. The Autobot’s pressurized cable so thick and so long that it stretched his receiver wider than it’d ever had. On and on it continued. His own cable recovering and began to repressurize slightly in response to his internal sensor stimulation.

The stamina of the Autobot was absolutely amazing. And Cyclonus found himself screaming for more as he was rammed again and again. What he’d experienced when he was chained up was nothing compared to this! Then he felt Magnus’s fingers dig painfully into his shoulder plates, his dental plates sinking into his back. With a few more incredibly forceful thrusts, the Autobot climaxed. Cyclonus felt the warm spray of released lubricant fill him. The sensation driving his sensors wild… But he didn’t allow himself to overload, and even as the Autobot collapsed on top of him, he could tell from the mech’s rpms – that he hadn’t truly knocked himself out either.

He forced his optics to stay deactivated, even as he fought the urge to grimace as Ultra Magnus’s cables retracted from within him. His own cables also retracting.. For the first time in his long life, a mech had made him sore. Had fully satiated him.. Filled him.. As he and his fellow captive lay there in apparent overload, Cyclonus couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever get the chance to experience this again – after they made their escape.

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“Fascinating, I hadn’t expected this extreme of a reaction.”

“It is interesting that the intense pleasure stimuli seem to generate a greater change within their psych than pain stimuli. So powerful, that it can even make sworn enemies become eager lovers.”

“We shall have to study the results of our tests.”

“Yes, the test subjects are no longer necessary.”

“Dispose of them?”

“Proceed.”

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