Worship Thy Master

Worship Thy Master


At the Deception base, tensions were running high. After beating yet another hasty retreat when another of Megatron's plans to defeat the Autobots had gone awry, everyone's frustration's at their inability to defeat the Autobot scum was reaching the breaking point. Megatron vented his spleen on his soldiers, calling them useless hunks of rusted scrap, not even worthy enough to be thrown into the Pit to be melted down to slag, and that a protoform fresh out of the mould could do a better job at defeating the Autobots than they ever could.

Of course, Lugnut wouldn't DREAM of arguing back, and all three of Blitzwing's personas, even his hotheaded side, wasn't stupid enough to get into a fight with their Decepticon leader, so they kept their silence as Megatron ranted at them, which wasn't easy for Hothead, who longed to make an angry comeback to Megatron's degrading comments. Whenever Megatron paused long enough for him to get a word in edgewise, Lugnut bowed and scraped at his master's feet, making extravagant promises to destroy the Autobot fools who dared to stand up against the great and noble Decepticon leader the next time he was to lay his optic upon them, which seemed to placate Megatron enough to cease verbally lambasting his soldiers, and he dismissed them from his sight.

As Lugnut and Blitzwing left Megatron's chamber, Hothead Blitzwing immeadiately started to vent his own pent-up anger on Lugnut.

"Vhy iz Megatron laying all ze blame on us?! He iz at much fault as ve are!" he grumbled. "Ze fragger never even lifted a servo vhen zat overgrown Autobot almost took mein head off vith zat vrecking ball of his!"

"Silence, Blitzwing! How dare you insult our supreme leader Megatron!" Lugnut growled. "Megatron is wise, Megatron is bold, and he will lead us to victory against the inferior Autobot scum! Your puny processessor can't even begin to understand his greatness!"

"You vant to know somezhing?! I'm getting sick and tired of hearing you spout ze same garbage over and over again, about how VISE and GLORIOUS our oh, so grand leader iz!" Hothead retorted, poking Lugnut's chassis angrily. Lugnut snarled and knocked Blitzwing's hand aside. He then struck Blitzwing in the chassis with his fist, hard enough to knock him onto his aft.

"I will bolt your traitorous mouth shut if you don't restrain that blasphemous glossa of yours, Blitzwing! If Megatron was to hear you speak of him like that, you will suffer the consequences!" Lugnut grated, barely able to restrain himself from activating his rocket fist and using The Punch on the ignorant fool, blasting him into oblivion.

Hothead glared angrily at the oversized fanatic and leapt to his feet, full blown pissed and disgusted at Lugnut and his fanatical obsession with Megatron. "Iz zat all you EVER think about, you overgrown bucket of bolts?! Megatron zhis, Megatron zat, Megatron, Megatron, Mega-fragging-tron!! I svear, if you ever got ze chance, you'd get down on your knees and suck on Megatron's fusion cannon! And I bet you vould do it too, vouldn't you, you disgusting piece of slag! You are nothzhing but Megatron's aft-kisser, zat's vhat you are!"

That did it. Restraint be damned, Lugnut was ready to pound that arrogant face into the floor, until the two became one.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME IN THAT WAY?! I AM MEGATRON'S MOST LOYAL AND FAITHFUL SERVANT!! YOU ARE NOT EVEN WORTHY TO BREATHE IN OUR MASTER'S EXHAUST FUMES, YOU MISERABLE GLITCH!!" Lugnut roared, activating his rocket fist to deliver The Punch.

"OH JA?! BRING IT ON!! I'LL KICK YOUR SORRY SKIDPLATE SO HARD, IT'LL MAKE YOUR GYRO'S SPIN!!" Hothead shouted, his twin cannons charging to fire their lasers.

It looked as though both 'Cons were about to start World War III, but thankfully before that happened, Megatron walked in, and with cold efficiency, fired a blast from his fusion cannon between them, knocking both 'Con's backwards and away from each other.

"What is going on here?" Megatron asked once the smoke had cleared, looking at both 'Cons with disdain.

Blitzwing switched to his cold face, and got back to his feet. "Ve had a slight...disagreement, Lord Megatron." he said calmly. "And zhings got a bit out of hand."

"Yes, I can see that." Megatron remarked dryly, one optic ridge arching slightly as Lugnut rose from the ground and gave Blitzwing the dirtiest look he could muster. "Make sure it doesn't happen again."

"No, of course not," Icy Blitzwing said, then switched to his random face. "I vouldn't vager a chrome-plated pickle on it! Ah-hahaha!"

"Just to make sure you two don't take each other offline, I'm confining the both of you to your quarters for the next 24 mega-cycles." Megatron said, paying no attention to Random. "And should the both of you disobey me..."

"I would NEVER defy your orders, O great and noble Megatron!" Lugnut gushed eagerly. Random Blitzwing cackled.

"Ohh-hoohoo, look who's being ze suck-up again! Vould you care to kiss Megatron's stabilizing servo vhile you're at it? Ah-hahaha!"

It looked as if Lugnut was about to throw himself at Blitzwing again, but one glare from Megatron stopped him cold.

"As I said, you WILL go to your quarters, and STAY there for the next 24 mega-cycles, until the both of you have cooled your processors, and I see it fit for you both to be in the same room without destroying each other."

"Yes, my liege." Lugnut bowed low, and after shooting Blitzwing an angry look, headed for his quarters.

"Sveet dreams, lugs for nuts! Ah-hahahah!" Random cackled, taunting Lugnut's retreating figure before a single look from Megatron told him he'd better get going to his quarters, before he was severely punished.

~~

Being sent to his quarters, away from Blitzwing, did little to calm the fury within Lugnut. How DARE Blitzwing not only slander the name of their wise and brilliant leader, but his title as Megatron's most loyal follower? With a loud growl, he slammed his fist into the wall with a thunderous clang, creating a dent almost four feet deep.

"Rrrrr, the next time I see that inferior rustbucket, I will pound him into scrap metal!" Lugnut swore. "He is even worse than that traitorous upstart, Starscream! Neither one of them can understand just how truely magnificent our leader is! Megatron is GOD! No other Decepticon can stand up to his greatness!"

Lugnut growled and hissed, pacing back and forth angrily. Just thinking about what Blitzwing had said put his circuits in a bend, and it certainly wasn't getting him calmed down in any way. He needed to relax, and there was only one thing that could do the trick.

Making sure that the door was securely locked, Lugnut walked to his storage locker, where he kept various odds and ends, mostly tools which he used to repair himself whenever he had gotten banged up in a skirmish, and a couple of oil drums, containing Megatron's special blend of oil. Seizing a drum, he peeled back the lid and guzzled down its contents, and after taking a deep intake, he expelled it out in a long sigh. The oil had begun to work its magic, and already he felt calmer. After crushing the drum flat, he moved aside some of his stuff, and pulled out his most treasured and prized possession, a holo-photo of Megatron. Even in the photo, Megatron looked so grand and regal, so noble and wise. In Lugnut's optic, Megatron was a god, the most beautiful god to have ever been brought into creation all those solar cycles ago. When he had first laid his optic upon Megatron's figure, he had been rendered unable to speak, and the energon had flushed to his faceplate, heating him up to almost unbearable temperatures. He had jumped at the chance to be one of Megatron's followers, and when he had became a part of Megatron's personal squadron, he could hardly believe his good fortune. To be amongst the presence of such a noble figure was nothing short of bliss.

Of course, there were the others as well, and to Lugnut, they weren't worthy enough to bask in Megatron's glory. First, there was Starscream, that traitorous, back-stabbing oilstain, who plotted and schemed behind his leader's back. How he ever weaseled his way into the second-in-command position, Lugnut would never be able to figure it out. And then there was Blitzwing; although he was loyal to Megatron, he just didn't seem to comprehend how truely magnificent their leader was. And then there was the techno-organic freak, Blackarachnia. She had only joined the Decepticon's because she had been abandoned by her Autobot compatriots after a scouting trip on a planet had gone horribly wrong. She was only interested in finding a way to purge the filthy organic half of herself, and because she put her own goals above Megatron's plans to reclaim Cybertron, it only made Lugnut despise her all the more.

No, of all the Decepticons on Megatron's squadron, he was the most faithful, the most loyal. He would gladly serve his master to the very end, and he would sacrifice his own spark to save Megatron, should any harm threaten to befall him.

"Megatron...my liege..." Lugnut caressed the image of Megatron's face on the holo-photo, feeling desire rise up within his chassis. Taking the photo with him, he headed to his recharge bed, and sat upon it, making himself comfortable as he held Megatron's photo in his servo. He spent a few nanoclicks just gazing at Megatron's face, drinking in the view. Megatron had such finely sculpted features, and his optics held cunning and intelligence. With surprising gentleness, Lugnut caressed the holo-photo, stroking Megatron's noble face. He could feel his desire growing, and the energon started to flow faster throughout his body, warming him all over.

"My liege...." Lugnut purred as he brought the photo to his face, and planted a kiss on Megatron's image, wondering what it would be like to have Megatron's marvelous lips pressed against his own. "My glorious liege...I worship only you. You are my God..."

Lugnut's optic dimmed as he opened his mouth slightly, and let the tip of his glossa snake out to caress the photo's lips. A soft groan escaped from Lugnut's vocal processor as he let his imagination go to work, and imagined what it would feel like to have his glossa entwined with Megatron's in a passionate kiss. He wished with all his spark that one day, he would work up the courage to tell his leader how much he admired him, and how he ached to experience just one kiss with him, just one, tiny little kiss. Lugnut would go offline happy if he ever got the chance to be the first to be kissed by the most glorious of all Decepticons.

Needless to say, Lugnut knew deep down within his spark that his wish for Megatron to kiss him would never be fulfilled. Megatron would never submit to such weaknesses as lust and desire, especially with one of his own soldiers. Still, it didn't stop Lugnut from having vivid daydreams about what it would be like to be kissed passionately by his master, amongst other things. In his daydreams, he could imagine confessing to Megatron how much he loved him, and that Megatron would return his feelings, and, Primus be praised, they would bond their sparks and become bondmates for eternity. Oh, how Lugnut wished that all of that could come true.

While still kissing the photo, one of Lugnut's servo's strayed down to his chassis, and with a pincer he began to stroke himself around his spark chamber, feeling its pulse increase in tempo as a result. He then moved his pincer down slightly to locate a seam in his chest plating, where he managed to work his pincer in to gently pinch a neural wire, sending jolts of pleasure racing through his circuits. He shuddered and moaned softly at the exquisite sensation, murmuring the name of his master as he pinched the wire again, this time with more pressure. He heard the whirring of the cooling fans within his body as they struggled to cool his rapidly heating frame, and they blended perfectly with his sighs of passion.

"Ooooh...Lord Megatron...mmmmm...Oh Primus..." Lugnut panted slightly, as his servo gradually made its way down to his port, after making several pit-stops to pinch and caress several more neural wires located on his large body. By the time his servo reached its destination, his cooling fans were working overtime to keep his soaring temperature in check. His pincer grazed lightly at his port, and he felt its scorching heat. With a slight click, he opened his port, and lubricant immeadiately sprang forth, thickly coating his sensitive cable. There was so much of it, it started to trickle its way down onto his recharge bed. Lugnut would have to do a bit of cleaning up once this was all over.

"My liege...if only you could see how hot I am for you," Lugnut whimpered as his spark started to ache with the need to release the energy that had built up as a result of his actions. "Oh, my liege, how I ache for you..."

Holding Megatron's photo before his lust-filled optic, he focused on Megatron's glorious features as he lowered his servo towards his lubricant-soaked port, and his pincers became coated with the thick fluid as he lightly touched the cable within, wringing a loud moan from his vocalizer.

"Mmmm...ohhhh, Megatron...ahhh...so hot...mmmm..." Lugnut ran his glossa over his lip plates, his intake coming in short gasps as he slowly drew his cable out and ran a pincertip along its length, feeling the heat underneath the coating of lube. He couldn't recall it ever being so hot before, or so slick with lubricant. Fantasizing about Megatron touching him in his most intimate place really played a huge part in that matter.

Soon, Lugnut's quarters where filled with loud, moaning sighs and hisses and he proceeded to stimulate himself towards his much-needed overload. If anybody had happened to be outside his door at that moment, their audio receptors would have been frazzled to a crisp, and it's quite likely they would have been extremely grateful for that. In fact, Lugnut was becoming so loud, it was a wonder the Autobots never heard him from their own base much further away.

"AHHHH...UNHHHH...OOOOHHH...MMMMMM...OOOOOHHHH...M-Megatron...I'm so close....so close...AHHHHH..."

Lugnut's gasps and moans were very rudely interrupted at that point by a loud banging on the wall not too far away from his head, and a very pissed Hothead screamed at him, "VILL YOU SHUT UP AND KEEP IT DOWN IN ZERE?! MEIN GOTT, VHY DID I HAFF TO GET ZE ROOM NEXT TO ZE CHRONIC SELF-INTERFACER?! OH, ZE RECHARGELESS NIGHTS I HAFF TO PUT UP VITH...!!!"

Hothead's rantings and ravings were completely lost on Lugnut, who was so focused on reaching his overload, he drowned out all other distractions. Much to Hothead's chagrin, Lugnut moaned even louder as he rapidly reached his peak, and the triple-changer finally realized that yelling wasn't going to do much good. All he could do now was clamp both servos tightly over his audio receptors, and pray that it would all be over soon.

"AAAHH....AAHHHH....OOOHHHH....MMMMM.....OOOOHHHHH....UNHHHHH....M-My liege...." Lugnut took a deep intake, and let out a loud howl of sheer ecstasy as he finally reached his overload, screaming Megatron's name to the heavens as bursts of intense energy washed over his large frame, his cooling fans going a mile a minute as they expelled all the excess heat from his body. It took quite a long time for the surge of energy to dissipate, and when it did, Lugnut let out a sigh and almost instantly went offline and fell into recharge, where he could dream of his glorious Megatron.

~~

Meanwhile, back in Blitzwing's quarters, the triple-changer's persona's were all having an argument, and things were getting pretty heated between the trio.

"Aaaaagh, I'm going to kill zat mizerable, fragging excuse of a dizcharge ze next time I zee him! Orbital cycle in and orbital cycle out, it's ze same zhing! Mein circuits can't handle zhis anymore!" Hothead complained.

"Ohh-hoohoo, but I get so HORNY vhenever I hear it! Hahahaha!" Random cackled.

"You're fraggin' disgusting!" Hothead spat.

"Ohh-hoohoo, you just hate me because I'm BEAUTIFUL! Hahahah!" Random jiggled his pelvis.

"Mein Gott, ze two of you are giving me a circuit-ache..." Icy replied with his usual calm and icy demeanor.

"I am going to complain to Megatron about Lugnut's chronic self-interfacing, I svear! I vant another room as far avay from him as possible!" Hothead huffed.

"Oh no, don't do zat! Vhat vill you jack off too zhen?" Random cackled and made exaggerated and very suggestive movements with his servo.

Hothead let out a loud stream of German cursewords at Random, who only cackled all the louder. Icy sighed and pressed a servo to his forehead.

"Oooh...somebody just take me offline now...."

~FINI~