That hypnotism text for Rodimus and Ratchet was amazing. Could you do something similar for Ultra Magnus getting dropped? I think he'd like being told what to think lol
they had started with ratchet carefully guiding ultra magnus through a few tasks. the point of this was to relax magnus, so easing into it slowly was the best course of action. they started at the end of magnus' work day. the program was turned on, and then ratchet simply stood next to magnus in his office and gave him quiet orders to organize his desk, take sips of fuel, and slowly relax the tense joints of his frame. simple tasks like opening and closing his hands, counting his breathing, savoring his fuel for a precise three seconds before swallowing.
the program running in ultra magnus' processor keeps him soft, fuzzy, and relaxed. it identifies ratchet as an authority and urges him to follow orders. part of it keeps magnus' processor running slow and steady, snipping off any errant thought trees to keep him focused on what ratchet tells him to do. he doesn't have to stress about anything else but following orders.
and it gives him a nice physiological incentive, too... as ratchet leans in close to watch magnus obediently work through a series of hand and finger stretches, he can feel the heat that magnus' huge frame is putting out. magnus' optics are dilated and soft, watching his own hands flex and relax, and his mouth is slightly parted to breathe out heated air.
"very good," ratchet praises as magnus finishes the stretches. magnus shudders happily. "are you feeling warm, magnus?"
ratchet can see just how slowly magnus is processing. when it comes to things like questions instead of orders, he needs to think for longer to come up with an answer.
"...yes, sir," magnus eventually says. "i feel warm."
"that's good. does it feel good?"
magnus shudders again. "yes, sir. it feels good."
ratchet reaches out and strokes magnus' strong neck cables and feels the big mech shiver at his touch. "you did very good at following orders. i think we can move on now, if you're ready," he murmurs. "finish the rest of your energon and then we can go to my habsuite."
magnus picks up his near-empty cube and sips it, still following the order to drink slowly and savor it. ratchet keeps petting his neck, watching his throat work as he swallows, until the rest of the energon is gone. he waits until magnus has set the cube down on his desk before giving a gentle squeeze to the back of his neck.
"very good. now, stand up and walk with me, magnus," ratchet orders. magnus stands slowly. he moves sluggishly, but he looks much less stiff than before. his back isn't so precisely straight and his face is relaxed, not pinched with stress and discomfort. "do you want to hold my hand while we walk?"
"...yes, please, sir," magnus mumbles. ratchet smiles up at him and takes the larger mech's hand in his own, squeezing gently.
magnus matches his speed with slow steps when they begin walking, his office door sliding shut and locking behind them. the halls are quiet at this hour, so ratchet contents himself to taking it slow. he can feel magnus' frame heat pouring over him with the big mech right next to him. magnus simply follows along, relaxed and quiet.
when they reach ratchet's room, ratchet urges him inside and closes the door. "very good, magnus," he praises. magnus shudders in place again. "go ahead and get settled on the berth."
while magnus gets comfortable atop the plush berth covers, ratchet sits in his armchair, facing the berth. he feels warm himself just watching magnus' dazed optics. he settles with his legs spread, stroking his warm interface panels slowly.
magnus sits in the middle of the berth, shivering and beginning to pant. "you're doing very good, magnus," ratchet praises. magnus' whole frame shudders, and he lets out a soft noise. "now, i want you to stroke your frame. just touch wherever you want. wherever feels good."
"yes, sir," magnus says, hands going sluggishly to his own plating. his optics dilate and he jolts and jerks lightly as he tries to process what 'wherever feels good' means through the program. slowly petting his own chest, his hips, letting out a soft whimper when he reaches his inner thighs. then he's leaning back, spreading his legs where he's kneeling so he can squeeze and rub his thighs.
ratchet lets his panels slide away with a quiet hiss, taking his half-hard spike in hand. watching magnus start to heat up further as his frame enjoys the pleasure from both the program and his warm hands against his plating. he lets magnus' hands wander until they reach his groin, whimpering louder at the pleasure of touching his hot panels.
ratchet hums in satisfaction, watching magnus begin to rub his panel, his processor having identified it as the most pleasurable place to touch. "go on and open your panel," ratchet says roughly.
"yes, sir," magnus groans. his panel slides open, showing off his already soaked valve. his fat node stands at attention, erect and throbbing with charge.
"rub your pretty valve," ratchet orders. "get your node nice and slick, magnus."
"yes, sir," magnus pants out. he whines when his fingers make contact with his node, dipping down to his drooling entrance to collect his lubricants and smear them all over his valve. he jolts with every pass of his fingers over his clit-dick, shivering prettily.
ratchet lets him stroke his node for a while longer, stroking himself as he watches. magnus' mouth has fallen open to let him pant and moan softly. his thighs tremble where he's holding himself up.
"you're doing so good, magnus." magnus moans just hearing the praise. "do your fingers on your node feel good?"
"yes, sir, it feels good," magnus whimpers. he keeps collecting slick and spreading it all over his cock, even though it's already slippery and wet. his processor tells him to keep following the last order.
"stop, magnus," ratchet orders. magnus freezes. "very, very good. take one of the pillows behind you and sit on top of it. get comfortable."
magnus jolts into action, reaching and grabbing a soft pillow. he shakily rises onto his knees and places the pillow beneath him, sinking down, moaning softly at the pulse of pleasure from following the order. his node throbs against the fabric, his valve drooling onto it, making a wet spot between his legs.
ratchet hums in satisfaction. "good job, magnus," he praises. "i want you to hump your valve against that pillow, in whatever way feels good, okay? i want you to try to overload like this."
"yes, sir," magnus whimpers. his hips jerk and roll dumbly for a moment, trying to find what feels good so he can accurately complete his orders. he moans at a particularly good stroke of wet fabric against his dick, and then he's slowly rocking his hips down onto that one spot.
ratchet starts rolling his hips into his own hand, too, lightly fucking his fist as he watches magnus ride his pillow. every little noise that comes out of magnus makes his spike twitch, watching magnus' hips gyrate and rock makes him thrust up into his hand a little harder.
"open your chestplates," he orders lowly next. magnus obeys with a whimper, his chest clicking open and revealing his fuel pouches. he keeps humping the pillow all the while, making them bounce and sway while he moves. "play with your breasts while you hump."
magnus moans breathily. "yes, sir." he hands go straight to his chest, cupping his pouches, squeezing and massaging them while he ruts his node against the pillow. his left hand pinches his nozzle and draws a whine out of him, while his right keeps groping with his whole hand.
ratchet groans at the sight. when magnus lifts his hips up a little too high, he can see strings of lubricant connecting his valve and the soaked pillow. he watches every bounce and squeeze of magnus' breasts, squishing under his strong hands.
"you're doing so good, magnus," he praises huskily, just to see magnus moan and jolt with more pleasure. "you look so good like this, playing with your tits and making your valve feel good."
magnus whimpers and moans constantly, his optics unfocused and dazed as he gropes himself. he moans louder with every bit of praise. ratchet keeps stroking himself and telling magnus how good he's being, how nice he looks, how hot he sounds when he's relaxed and soft and in pleasure like this.
until magnus' legs are shaking and he's dropped his head, his chin tucked against his chest as he pants and moans. still fondling his soft, heavy pouches, bouncing and rutting against the pillow. "you're being so good," ratchet says again. "are you getting close to overload, magnus?"
magnus whines loudly. "sir," he pants. "sir, i'm- i can't-"
he thrusts his hips a little harder and whines louder. squeezing his breasts a little firmer, hands trembling. ratchet watches him shut his optics tight and bite his lip, desperately rutting against the pillow.
he squeezes his spike one last time before standing and stepping up to the berth. "what's wrong, magnus?" he asks lowly. "what do you need?"
magnus keeps humping, keeps groping at his chest. "sir," he whimpers. "i- i can't cum. i'm trying, sir."
ratchet tuts. "poor thing," he murmurs. "you can stop, magnus. let me help you."
magnus whines loudly, his hips jerking and stilling. his hands still cup his breasts, fingers trembling. he looks as tense as he did before they turned the program on. "sir," he moans helplessly.
"shh, you're doing so good," ratchet praises. magnus jolts and whimpers again, his wet node dragging against the pillow. "sit up. come to the edge of the berth."
magnus obeys, abandoning the pillow, shuffling over and sitting at the edge of the berth. his thighs are trembling, framing his soaked valve and throbbing node. ratchet reaches behind him to discard the wet pillow, grabbing more to put at magnus' back.
"just lean back, there you go," ratchet says softly. "what do you need, magnus? do you want my spike? my mouth?"
magnus shivers and whines. "sir, i don't know. i was trying, sir..."
"i know, you were doing so good," ratchet assures him. "you're still doing such a good job. just relax, magnus, and i'll take care of you."
"yes, sir..." magnus nods, leaned back against the pile of pillows propping him up. he whimpers when ratchet spreads his legs gently and settles between them.
"relax your valve, that's it..." ratchet murmurs. he takes his spike in hand and pushes it slowly into magnus' soaked valve, making the bigger bot moan and gasp. "you're doing so good. you put on such a nice show for me, magnus..."
magnus' valve clenches around him at the praise. his big frame is heaving with heat and charge, trembling all over. he moans when ratchet slides out and then firmly in, hilting his spike inside completely.
then ratchet reaches down with one hand, bracketing magnus' dick with his fingers. magnus moans louder, hips twitching.
"and you have such a handsome node," ratchet murmurs, stroking it slowly. magnus pants and moans above him. "it's so big and hard. it feels so good when i jerk you off like this, doesn't it?"
magnus jolts as the program interprets ratchet's statement. it does feel good, it feels so good... "yes, sir, yes," magnus moans. "it feels so good, sir."
"such a good mech," ratchet praises. magnus clenches hard again. "you like being a good mech, hm?"
he likes being a good mech, and he's being such a good mech. the program gives magnus another heady jolt of pleasure. "yes, sir," he pants. "i like being a good mech."
"you like being fucked," ratchet continues in a low voice. he leans closer, sharing magnus' frame heat, murmuring in his audial. "having a spike inside you feels so good."
magnus likes being fucked, and it feels so good to have ratchet inside him... "yes, sir," magnus gasps out. his valve feels so good. his processor feels dumb and dizzy. "i like being fucked, sir. spike feels s-so good."
"good mech," ratchet praises. magnus jolts. he's a good mech, and he likes being a good mech. "you have such pretty pouches, magnus. it feels good when someone's playing with them, right?"
ratchet brings up his other hand to squeeze and grope at magnus' breasts, and magnus cries out in intense pleasure. "yes, sir, it feels good when my breasts are played with."
"so good," ratchet hums. magnus jolts again. it feels so good to have his chest touched and fondled. "you're feeling so good right now. it feels good to have your handsome node stroked,"
a firm squeeze to magnus' clit, ratchet's fingers stroking and pulling at it, so slick and hot,
"it feels good to be fucked,"
ratchet's spike sliding in and out of him steadily, rubbing against sensitive internal nodes over and over,
"it feels good to have your pretty breasts played with,"
ratchet's hand palming at his sensitive chest, massaging the heavy pouches firmly,
"it feels good to be good, and you're being so good, magnus," ratchet says lowly. magnus chokes on a whimper and overloads hard, clenching around ratchet's spike, his cock throbbing under ratchet's fingers, pushing his chest helplessly into ratchet's hand.
"yes, sir-!" he cries. his vision fizzles out, his processor overwhelmed by pure pleasure, from his node and his valve and his breasts and the endless pulses of good from the program.
his hips jolt on their own as ratchet keeps fucking him slowly, keeps petting his node and breasts. his processor feels empty and good.
"there you go," ratchet murmurs, through the static filling magnus' audials. "that's it. just feel it."
when magnus comes down, ratchet has started petting his flanks and hips instead, keeping his spike still inside magnus' clenching valve.
"...good," magnus stutters out through static. "feels good- to be good, sir."
"that's right, magnus," ratchet hums. he strokes magnus' hips and waist a little more, then carefully pulls out of magnus' sensitive valve. "did that feel good? do you want more?"
magnus whimpers. his whole frame is limp, unable to move, fuzzy and heavy. "that felt good, sir. i'm- i think, i think i'm done, sir."
"okay, magnus," ratchet says softly. he pulls a towel from his subspace and gently wipes down magnus' valve, mindful of his sensitive node. "close your panel now, if you'd like."
"yes, sir," magnus pants. his panel slides shut. ratchet carefully helps him shut his legs, too heavy and tired to move them himself.
"just go to recharge now, okay? you did so good," ratchet tells him. magnus jolts in one last pulse of tired pleasure before his optics darken and his processor obeys, falling into recharge.
ratchet stares down at magnus fondly. he looks completely limp and relaxed, all the tension drained out of him. his pouches are still out, spilled across his chest, soft and heavy, so ratchet pulls a spare blanket from the head of the berth to settle over him, keeping them warm. magnus' legs dangle over the side of the berth, but it's too small for his entire frame to fit on it anyway. ratchet just makes sure his knee joints aren't strained, shifting him carefully, and gives magnus one last affectionate pet to his unconscious helm.
then he hisses and stumbles back to his chair, sitting heavily and gripping his still-painfully-hard spike. he'll prepare fuel and coolant for magnus when he wakes up after he strokes himself to an overload, shutting his optics and remembering how magnus looked when he finally overloaded...
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