DO YOU EVEN LIFT?

Indie Transformers Brawn g1 RP blog. Message the blog if you have questions. Same mun as displacednoble. follows tag: doyouliftbrawn

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g1 brawn commission for @lord-overlips !

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[yesterdaysprint]

Bismarck Tribune, North Dakota, September 28, 1883

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…I’ll just leave it here

[lord-overlips]

Brawn comms ::Overlord... I'm kinda borded, what are you doing?:: The alternate Overlord might have something interesting to do. Worth a shot.

Oh… this was interesting. It was that odd little minicon from some time ago.

::Hello there, darling! Hm… I’m just enjoying some high grade… energon gummies and roasted turbofox… crystal fruits and a Vosian ale. You could always join me.::

Maybe that would get the mech’s attention?

[lord-overlips]

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His node was aching as Overlord's tongue lapped at it and then the pressure was gone only to be replaced by not one but two over-sized fingers pushing in terribly deep. Petting against nodes he'd forgotten he even had making him groan. Brawn should have felt more ashamed about that sound, he knew, but it was hard to care right now. He hated himself for enjoying this, drugs or no.

He watched as those fingers pulled away, strand of wet, his own wet he realized, trailing with them up to Overlord's mouth. He hate that his valve cycled down on nothing, missing the terrible contact.

And then he was moving up him, telling him he would ruin him, that he'd want to to be ruined. The kiss made him gag. A mix of shame and that large tongue in his intake. He managed to swallow it down just barely as the contact on his node brought him back to pleasure.

Brawn was afraid, he admitted to himself. Terrified really. And then he caught sight of Overlord's spike hanging between his legs and winced, fluid pushing out of his optics. He was going to die. That thing was going to kill him and he deserved it for being so trusting to begin with.

He began to cry. Actually cry.

[vierbryn]

[lord-overlips]

Brawn comms ::Overlord... I'm kinda borded, what are you doing?:: The alternate Overlord might have something interesting to do. Worth a shot.

Oh… this was interesting. It was that odd little minicon from some time ago.

::Hello there, darling! Hm… I’m just enjoying some high grade… energon gummies and roasted turbofox… crystal fruits and a Vosian ale. You could always join me.::

Maybe that would get the mech’s attention?

[lord-overlips]

doyoulift:

Brawn blinked a few times, feeling far to comfortable, as if he were being swallowed up by his bed, not wanting to get up or move, just doze back to recharge again. The only problem was that warm feeling between his legs keeping him from further peaceful recharge. Thighs rubbed together and he moved to roll onto his stomach… Wait… His ankle was stuck and pulling on the other and his hands, that normally would have wormed under a pillow were under his chest.

His hips moved against the berth, trying to dissipate a little of the heat, as he groggily opened his optics fully, brows pulled together in confusion. The wasn’t his berth… He pulled at his legs again but with little result. He felt weak, weak and warm. Far far to warm.

He flopped back onto his back and looked over his frame. “What the ever loving frag?” He was cuffed… Overlord. He pulled at the cuffs and nothing. “WHAT THE FRAG?”

Glancing around the room he saw Overlord, watching, waiting, the absolute bastard! He’d hop over there and kick his aft in! And he would have if his internal temperature hadn’t spiked just as he sat up and pooled right behind his valve cover, fans clicking on and making him flop back like a fish out of water.

“Ah…. you’re awake.” Overlord shifted from his seat, moving to stand over Brawn and checking the restrains. Only the mech’s wrists were chained together, ankles simply fitted with stasis cuffs that, along with the other set, would leave Brawn weak, too weak to fight him.

“Wonderful… I was getting bored.” The triple changer leaned in close, servo stroking down Brawn’s thigh, movign to tease over his panel lightly. He’d waited a while… it had left him impatient. 

“How do you feel? A little warm? Light headed? Don’t worry…” Overlord purred. “I’ll take good care of you.” 

The triple changer crawled onto the berth, servos latching on to Brawn’s legs and stretching them wide, helm nestling between the small bot’s struts and glossa snaking out to lap at the mech’s valve panel. 

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Brawn's hands found his helm and pushed against it impotently. But then his panel had up and opened out of no where and he yelped in a very undignified manner.

He hadn't used his valve since before the war, it wasn't a priority, or at least hadn't been. He was regretting that now, letting his idea of what wasn't macho get in the way. It was so sensitive it almost burned. Almost. That burning melted away into a gush of lubricant and he wheezed, coughing on the fluid he'd inhaled.

Hips didn't know whether to pull away or push closer and rolled in ways Brawn couldn't seem to control.

“Don't.” was all he seemed to manage to say when he stopped coughing, though it was little more than a whisper.

[lord-overlips]

Brawn comms ::Overlord... I'm kinda borded, what are you doing?:: The alternate Overlord might have something interesting to do. Worth a shot.

Oh… this was interesting. It was that odd little minicon from some time ago.

::Hello there, darling! Hm… I’m just enjoying some high grade… energon gummies and roasted turbofox… crystal fruits and a Vosian ale. You could always join me.::

Maybe that would get the mech’s attention?

[lord-overlips]

doyoulift:

Brawn blinked a few times, feeling far to comfortable, as if he were being swallowed up by his bed, not wanting to get up or move, just doze back to recharge again. The only problem was that warm feeling between his legs keeping him from further peaceful recharge. Thighs rubbed together and he moved to roll onto his stomach… Wait… His ankle was stuck and pulling on the other and his hands, that normally would have wormed under a pillow were under his chest.

His hips moved against the berth, trying to dissipate a little of the heat, as he groggily opened his optics fully, brows pulled together in confusion. The wasn’t his berth… He pulled at his legs again but with little result. He felt weak, weak and warm. Far far to warm.

He flopped back onto his back and looked over his frame. “What the ever loving frag?” He was cuffed… Overlord. He pulled at the cuffs and nothing. “WHAT THE FRAG?”

Glancing around the room he saw Overlord, watching, waiting, the absolute bastard! He’d hop over there and kick his aft in! And he would have if his internal temperature hadn’t spiked just as he sat up and pooled right behind his valve cover, fans clicking on and making him flop back like a fish out of water.

“Ah…. you’re awake.” Overlord shifted from his seat, moving to stand over Brawn and checking the restrains. Only the mech’s wrists were chained together, ankles simply fitted with stasis cuffs that, along with the other set, would leave Brawn weak, too weak to fight him.

“Wonderful… I was getting bored.” The triple changer leaned in close, servo stroking down Brawn’s thigh, movign to tease over his panel lightly. He’d waited a while… it had left him impatient. 

“How do you feel? A little warm? Light headed? Don’t worry…” Overlord purred. “I’ll take good care of you.” 

The triple changer crawled onto the berth, servos latching on to Brawn’s legs and stretching them wide, helm nestling between the small bot’s struts and glossa snaking out to lap at the mech’s valve panel. 

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Brawn hissed as the large mech advanced. “So this is what you wanted? Some one to frag? Can't even get someone willing, pathetic cog sucker!” It was probably best if he hadn't run his mouth he realized... This Overlord was turning out more like the one he'd heard of and that could mean more than some abuse. He steeled himself, he could handle abuse. His legs shook a little and he wasn't sure if it was because he'd been drugged or out of fear.

The added weight on the berth had him fighting to somehow wiggle away and unable to without sending feedback to his valve. His valve, he realized, was the only part of him feeling what ever was in his system, his spike was dead on arrival. The words Overlord had said made him feel a sickly combination of hotter and wanting to purge. Not a combination he was familiar with.

He'd been closing his optics he realized, not wanting to think about it, thinking hurt and the room was swimming a little. The hands on his legs had them open, he tried his best to fight against the grip but there was no strength to him, or at least not the kind he was used to, as he just pushed into the touch, cords tensing.

That large face settled between his thighs and his tank roiled. No, he didn't want this. But that tongue made him bite back a groan and fight not to buck. It was so cool and smooth and lovely on that heat.

He let out a litany of insults as his fans clicked higher.

[lord-overlips]

Brawn comms ::Overlord... I'm kinda borded, what are you doing?:: The alternate Overlord might have something interesting to do. Worth a shot.

Oh… this was interesting. It was that odd little minicon from some time ago.

::Hello there, darling! Hm… I’m just enjoying some high grade… energon gummies and roasted turbofox… crystal fruits and a Vosian ale. You could always join me.::

Maybe that would get the mech’s attention?

[lord-overlips]

doyoulift:

Brawn was more than eager to try the food, he’d never had turbofox and it smelled down right amazing. He swallowed down some oral lubricant as he reached for it and took a bite. His eyes rolled up a little at the rich flavor, sure his tanks would hate him later, but who could care when it tasted this good!

“I’m on the-” Brawn realized he was talking with a full gob and swallowed quickly. “I’m on the Demo team most of the time. I can move stuff but I’m more into the mechanics of taking things apart.” He took another, smaller bite. Hopefully not to big to seem rude talking around. “Gears and Huffer are pretty good when they want to be. Huffer’s got a bit of a complex but I can’t really blame him. He does all this crazy engineering stuff but most times just gets told to clean up after bigger bots. Gears is a sarcastic aft, it’s great. Good company to watch TV with.”

Brawn kind of paused mid chew, lips pursed, at that last comment. He didn’t want to seem rude, but… was this flirting? Was he here for that kind of thing? Not especially, especially with Bee in the picture, but it was kind of flattering.

He laughed kind of awkwardly, “I’m probably not that great of company to be honest.” Shit, he was being boring wasn’t he? His knees turned in a little, pushing his lower legs out.

doyoulift:

Brawn was more than eager to try the food, he’d never had turbofox and it smelled down right amazing. He swallowed down some oral lubricant as he reached for it and took a bite. His eyes rolled up a little at the rich flavor, sure his tanks would hate him later, but who could care when it tasted this good!

“I’m on the-” Brawn realized he was talking with a full gob and swallowed quickly. “I’m on the Demo team most of the time. I can move stuff but I’m more into the mechanics of taking things apart.” He took another, smaller bite. Hopefully not to big to seem rude talking around. “Gears and Huffer are pretty good when they want to be. Huffer’s got a bit of a complex but I can’t really blame him. He does all this crazy engineering stuff but most times just gets told to clean up after bigger bots. Gears is a sarcastic aft, it’s great. Good company to watch TV with.”

Brawn kind of paused mid chew, lips pursed, at that last comment. He didn’t want to seem rude, but… was this flirting? Was he here for that kind of thing? Not especially, especially with Bee in the picture, but it was kind of flattering.

He laughed kind of awkwardly, “I’m probably not that great of company to be honest.” Shit, he was being boring wasn’t he? His knees turned in a little, pushing his lower legs out.

The triple changer had to struggle not to laugh aloud. The little mech was so endearing! “Oh please! No need to act so formally around me! Eat! Drink! You wouldn’t want all this fuel going to waste, would you?” It was impossible not to notice how stiff Brawn was, how nervous.

Overlord did let out a little laugh at Brawn’s awkward response. Not that great? Oh and just look at the way his cute little pedes turn in when he’s nervous… Brawn was quite adorable! Wriggling and curling up like that…

“Oh… come now. I’m having a perfectly pleasant time! You should give yourself a little more credit, dear.” A servo hovered over the smaller mech, reaching out to rest on his shoulder and giving it a little squeeze. 

“Go on. Enjoy. Hm… perhaps I should ask Gears around as well. We could have a film night.” Overlord mused.

The servo on Brawn’s shoulder trailed a little lower, tracing plating, brushing over abdominal seams lightly. “Such a powerful yet compact mech! It’s fascinating! Ah, but my manners. I do apologise.” Overlord played off his minor groping as curiosity but it would be a good way to gauge Brawn’s reaction towards him. Maybe the mech was interested…?

“I wonder… do you have a conjux? Maybe Huffer or Gears? I can’t imagine such an intriguing mech lacking for attention.” 

The conversation moved along pleasantly for a time. Brawn would probably start to feel a little drowsy soon, his helm heavy, systems slowing and recharge protocols beginning to initiate. That first piece of protoflesh? It had been doused with a heavy sedative. If that wasn’t enough, Overlord had been slipping more and more of the drug into Brawn’s fuel as time progressed. 

“Are you alright dear? You look a little tired.” The triple changer painted on a concerned face. “Come… take a rest on my berth. I don’t mind…. this way.” The mech was in no position to argue, half led, half dragged to Overlord’s berth.

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Brawn would wake some time later, frame running hot, stasis cuffs around his wrists and ankles, keeping the mech’s strength dialed down to that of a fairly weak ground frame. His wrists were cuffed together but other than that the mech was not restrained.

Overlord was close by, energon on hand, awaiting his little friend’s wakening. 

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Brawn blinked a few times, feeling far to comfortable, as if he were being swallowed up by his bed, not wanting to get up or move, just doze back to recharge again. The only problem was that warm feeling between his legs keeping him from further peaceful recharge. Thighs rubbed together and he moved to roll onto his stomach... Wait... His ankle was stuck and pulling on the other and his hands, that normally would have wormed under a pillow were under his chest.

His hips moved against the berth, trying to dissipate a little of the heat, as he groggily opened his optics fully, brows pulled together in confusion. The wasn't his berth... He pulled at his legs again but with little result. He felt weak, weak and warm. Far far to warm.

He flopped back onto his back and looked over his frame. “What the ever loving frag?” He was cuffed... Overlord. He pulled at the cuffs and nothing. “WHAT THE FRAG?”

Glancing around the room he saw Overlord, watching, waiting, the absolute bastard! He'd hop over there and kick his aft in! And he would have if his internal temperature hadn't spiked just as he sat up and pooled right behind his valve cover, fans clicking on and making him flop back like a fish out of water.

[lord-overlips]

Brawn comms ::Overlord... I'm kinda borded, what are you doing?:: The alternate Overlord might have something interesting to do. Worth a shot.

Oh… this was interesting. It was that odd little minicon from some time ago.

::Hello there, darling! Hm… I’m just enjoying some high grade… energon gummies and roasted turbofox… crystal fruits and a Vosian ale. You could always join me.::

Maybe that would get the mech’s attention?

[lord-overlips]

doyoulift:

Brawn’s head jerked to the greeting, oh yeah… Overlord liked that whole “little mech, darling” slag. He would have said something but his optics followed very closer by his sense of smell cause they giant spread. DAMN. This was nuts, opulence that wasn’t seen since before the war, and never by him personally. He supposed he could let the pet names slide…

The couch was high given their relative height difference so he gave a bit of a jump before pulling himself up and settling, back against the backrest leaving his legs with enough room to not even touch the edge of the seat.

“This is amazing. Was the war just not a thing for you?” He was trying to be polite but his optics kept flicking from Overlord’s face to the food on the table and back. He it his lip.

“Takes more than that to scare me, mech, I was just kinda lonely, Huffer and Gears are off on a project and I’m not really on the “build” team.”

Overlord struggled to contain himself at the sight of Brawn, pedes wiggling at the edge of the couch! It was a large plush furnishing too! Brawn might find himself trapped in the soft cushioning if he leaned back too far! The entire image was just adorable! Especially with the mech trying so hard to be polite and control his rumbling tank.

Reaching out to the massive platter resting on the table before them, Overlord snatched up a few items of fuel, offering up a grilled turbofox roll with sesium spices and a sweet, silicone pastry around it. The delectable treat was dangled before Brawn temptingly as Overlord spoke.

“Do try some. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Hm… Huffer and Gears? Are you close? I would have thought a mech of your strength would be a valuable asset on a building team! Though I’m pleased that I’m fortunate enough to enjoy your company instead!”

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Brawn was more than eager to try the food, he'd never had turbofox and it smelled down right amazing. He swallowed down some oral lubricant as he reached for it and took a bite. His eyes rolled up a little at the rich flavor, sure his tanks would hate him later, but who could care when it tasted this good!

“I'm on the-” Brawn realized he was talking with a full gob and swallowed quickly. “I'm on the Demo team most of the time. I can move stuff but I'm more into the mechanics of taking things apart.” He took another, smaller bite. Hopefully not to big to seem rude talking around. “Gears and Huffer are pretty good when they want to be. Huffer's got a bit of a complex but I can't really blame him. He does all this crazy engineering stuff but most times just gets told to clean up after bigger bots. Gears is a sarcastic aft, it's great. Good company to watch TV with.”

Brawn kind of paused mid chew, lips pursed, at that last comment. He didn't want to seem rude, but... was this flirting? Was he here for that kind of thing? Not especially, especially with Bee in the picture, but it was kind of flattering.

He laughed kind of awkwardly, “I'm probably not that great of company to be honest.” Shit, he was being boring wasn't he? His knees turned in a little, pushing his lower legs out.

[terminatedapathy]

Guys. Guys.

Look at this.

[displacednoble]

((PC is fixed, I’m finally back online.))

[lord-overlips]

Brawn comms ::Overlord... I'm kinda borded, what are you doing?:: The alternate Overlord might have something interesting to do. Worth a shot.

Oh… this was interesting. It was that odd little minicon from some time ago.

::Hello there, darling! Hm… I’m just enjoying some high grade… energon gummies and roasted turbofox… crystal fruits and a Vosian ale. You could always join me.::

Maybe that would get the mech’s attention?

[lord-overlips]

doyoulift:

He wasn’t sure how Overlord was able to just throw a spacebridge into his hab, but assumed it must have been based on his comm co-ordinands or something. Nice. He could appreciate some nice engineering when he saw it, he might work mainly on taking things apart, but this was some smooth work.

Brawn peeped through the gate and his jaw dropped. This was… wow! He stepped through.

“Hello?”

“Well hello there sweet mech… come closer. I won’t bite. Sit, sit… make yourself comfortable.” Overlord patted the couch cushion beside him, gestured to the food and high grade surrounding them.

“Can I offer you some vosian dew? It’s a sparkling wine… or maybe something harder is more to your liking? I’ve got a nice batch of Kaonite brandy… and some Tarnian bitter. Please… help yourself to the food as well.” 

There were energon crisps and jellies, oilcakes and protomesh rolls, grilled cybertronian vegetables and whole grilled fish, a few small cakes made from a variety of ingredients…. silicone, alloys, energon…  it was quite the feast.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, hm? I thought I would have scared you off. I’m pleased to see that wasn’t the case.” Overlord sipped from his glass. He was enjoying the Vosian sparkling.

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Brawn's head jerked to the greeting, oh yeah... Overlord liked that whole “little mech, darling” slag. He would have said something but his optics followed very closer by his sense of smell cause they giant spread. DAMN. This was nuts, opulence that wasn't seen since before the war, and never by him personally. He supposed he could let the pet names slide...

The couch was high given their relative height difference so he gave a bit of a jump before pulling himself up and settling, back against the backrest leaving his legs with enough room to not even touch the edge of the seat.

“This is amazing. Was the war just not a thing for you?” He was trying to be polite but his optics kept flicking from Overlord's face to the food on the table and back. He it his lip.

“Takes more than that to scare me, mech, I was just kinda lonely, Huffer and Gears are off on a project and I’m not really on the “build” team.”

[lord-overlips]

Brawn comms ::Overlord... I'm kinda borded, what are you doing?:: The alternate Overlord might have something interesting to do. Worth a shot.

Oh… this was interesting. It was that odd little minicon from some time ago.

::Hello there, darling! Hm… I’m just enjoying some high grade… energon gummies and roasted turbofox… crystal fruits and a Vosian ale. You could always join me.::

Maybe that would get the mech’s attention?

[doyoulift-blog1]

Brawn straightened up on his berth. Who even had food like that anymore? The thought of something other than basic rations had him salivating. ::I mean I wouldn’t say no! As long as you’re up for company::

[lord-overlips]

Overlord had done some reconnaissance work… or rather… he’d paid a mech to do it for him. He knew the precise co-ordinates of the Autobot base, the locations of key areas and if course… Brawn’s room. It had been interesting meeting the little mech last time and Overlord had been looking forward to this chance. He thought he’d have to lure the mech out… but no. Brawn had fallen into his lap.

That said, it was a simple task to summon a space bridge, the portal flaring to life in Brawn’s quarters.

::Whenever you’re ready. Step through and you’ll be teleported directly here. Its the truth. Hand to Primus.::

[doyoulift-blog1]

He wasn't sure how Overlord was able to just throw a spacebridge into his hab, but assumed it must have been based on his comm co-ordinands or something. Nice. He could appreciate some nice engineering when he saw it, he might work mainly on taking things apart, but this was some smooth work.

Brawn peeped through the gate and his jaw dropped. This was... wow! He stepped through.

“Hello?”

[doyoulift-blog1]

((be on in a few, just wanna do some writing on this thingy))

[doyoulift-blog1]

💪:->> "Hey dude! Do you still lift?" >>

::HECK YEAH. Lifted Ironhide yesterday, he wasn’t as amused as I was about it.::

[askblackcomb]

💪:->> “Nice, I never expect such strength from a small mech like you. How about we arm wrestle?” >>

[doyoulift-blog1]

::You sure? Don’t want anyone to end up in medbay. If you think you can handle it though…::

[askblackcomb]

💪:->> “Heh, will see little guy. I being lifting for years and I am quite strong!” Blackcomb bragged, flexing his bicep, watching it bulge and form a rather nice peak. >>

[doyoulift-blog1]

::HA! I was forged to lift, little ain’t got nothing to do with it! Just name a time and place and I’ll book it.::

[doyoulift-blog1]

💪:->> "Hey dude! Do you still lift?" >>

::HECK YEAH. Lifted Ironhide yesterday, he wasn’t as amused as I was about it.::

[askblackcomb]

💪:->> “Nice, I never expect such strength from a small mech like you. How about we arm wrestle?” >>

[doyoulift-blog1]

::You sure? Don't want anyone to end up in medbay. If you think you can handle it though...::

[doyoulift-blog1]

💪:->> "Hey dude! Do you still lift?" >>

::HECK YEAH. Lifted Ironhide yesterday, he wasn’t as amused as I was about it.::