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⚠️ Warning!: Contains manipulative action and self pleasing ⚠️

Things were starting to return to normal and everyone was taking part in welcoming their leader back after his full recovery from the Cybonic Plague. If it weren't for Bumblebee's bravery, he probably wouldn't be functioning to this day.

"I am indebted to you Bumblebee, I can't thank you enough for what you ", the Autobot leader offered a kind servo onto the scout's shoulder plate in thanks. Bumblebee beeped happily.

".:Anything for you Optimus:.", he replied. As Bumblebee mentioned his name, something had clicked from beneath his circuits. There was a dark presence that disturbed the scout's train of thought. He shook it off, somewhat disturbed but kept it hidden from the others. He figured he spent way too much time in Megatron's mind that he was starting to imagine things. Still, he wanted to take a breather from today's events.

He excused himself from the group of rejoicing Autobots and made his way to his dorm. The hallways were dull and quiet, with only the occasional hiss and draft noises coming from the ventilation systems in the walls. Beyond that, there was something else that was creeping into his audials, although it wasn't caused by something in the atmosphere.

"Bumblebee..", a voice called out. It sounded more of a silent echo, but the eerie tone behind it had startled the mech. He looked over his shoulder to see if there was anybody behind him, but it appeared that he was the only one that was present in the hallway. Pipes creaked above him sending his nerves on edge. Were his audio receptors glitching on him? He listened closely but there was no other evidence of what he had just heard, so he decided that it was nothing.

Upon entering his room however, the voice rang in his mind again. Bumblebee paused feeling a chill run down his spinal strut. He definitely heard it that time. It was stronger and more pronoun. His optics scanned around the room as if he was being watched, but there was still no trace of another entity.

"As a scout, you have quite the persistence", the gruff voice echoed in his helm. The sentence jogged Bee's memory drive and he recognised the voice. It didn't make any sense however. The scout had left the gladiator's mind and body back on their warship. Why was he hearing his voice now? It sounded so clear, like he was standing before him. There was no real direction of where his voice was coming from because it was coming from his mind.

".:Megatron:....", his vocalizers buzzed angrily. ".:What are you doing inside my head?:.". He suddenly was reminded of when the non-physical form of Megatron was demanding that same question from him. It made it even more creepy that he couldn't exactly stare at the voice taunting him now.

"A fair question, one of which is irrelevant to my cause", the echoing void replied. Bumblebee felt his digits twitch on their own as if they were being electrified. He brought them up to view alarmed by the phenomenon. Come to think of it, a lot of his circuitry felt off key. It couldn't of been a coincidence.

"Hear my words Bumblebee, your vessel belongs to me now. You will obey my every will as I see fit", Megatron proclaimed. The yellow mech shook his helm resisting the involuntary actions being influence by the sudden violation in his own functions. As he did, his body jerked back and his optics appeared to be focusing on their own. There was a laugh that followed soon after.

"Foolish mech, resistance is futile! You are no longer in control now". Bumblebee found himself moving without impulse. He fought with everything he had but the tyrant managed to overcome him. He was sat down against his will.

"Allow me to remind you who you're talking to", the possessive voice irked. Bumblebee started to feel something funny emanating from his lower region. Without his consent, his interface plate opened and his spike emerged now erect. The scout gasped in surprise from his sudden arousal. He was trying to get over what was happening when his servo reached down to his sensitive organ and began stroking it slowly.

Bumblebee jerked back, taken by the sudden pleasure that he was receiving from his own doing. He had never done this to himself before. This didn't feel at all appropriate to this situation whatsoever. If anything he was disgusted that Megatron was doing this to him.

".:St... stop it:.", he stuttered through his quivering jaw. He never realised a simple action like this would trigger such a reaction out of him. He inexplicably moaned during the process, hating himself for it. He was powerless to fight against the urge that was being controlled by the Decepticon leader. He wanted to stop to save his dignity from falling under his spell so easily, yet he continued to stroke his member, pumping his servo faster.

"Filthy Autobot, you love pleasuring yourself for your one true enemy don't you?", Megatron teased him.

".:No, this isn't.. ahh:.", he tried to protest but his mind was too clouded. the gladiator had him by the strings, toying with him and scrambling his processor with this sick desire. He wanted to stop, but it felt so good.

"You should be ashamed of yourself", the voice continued to taunt. And that he did. This made him loathe the gladiator even more so. Megatron continued to poke into the scout's mind and unravel his true urges. He found himself craving more friction, more pleasure. He wasn't sure if it was him or Megatron that was convincing him at this point, but he was starting to enjoy it. Megatron had become aware of his surrender. With less effort, the scout was motivated by pure lust alone. And everything Bumblebee felt, Megatron felt.

He felt the stirring of his tanks, the intense impulses that made him squirm, everything. Nothing was going to stop him now. He was able to push every button in his mechanical body from the inside. He could do anything with him at this point, but he wanted to play with his new toy first before he returned to his main goal.

The mech's breath gradually increased. The uninvited presence of the tyrant was no longer his concern. He was more focused on making himself overload and releave the pressure building up in him. He tightened his grip and closed his optics, still moaning shamelessly through stuttering beeps and exhales. His mind was still conscious to what was happening, but his body had a mind of it's own.

'Why can't I stop these noises escaping from me?', he asked himself.

"Because you enjoy being told what to do scout. That's all you know, obeying Optimus and his every command. You're nothing but a pawn, a dirty one at that", Megatron's menacing voice replied. That's right, he was able to hear his thoughts. He was one with his processor. He could see, hear, and do everything. This manipulative action was only getting his body more excited. He increased his speed yet again, unable to breath properly by the newfound pleasure that came out of it. It was overriding his sensor nodes. 

He gripped tightly onto the berth he was sitting on with his other servo. He had to remove his face guard because of how heavy he was breathing. The amount of pressure in his spike was unbearable. It throbbed with every wave of pleasure that got thrown at him. Megatron relished every moment of it. He was watching his own handiwork being played through Bumblebee's optics. 

".:Primus! I'm going to overload!:.", the yellow scout exclaimed through almost unrecognisable beeps. His form of communication was starting to fail him. All the sounds that were coming out of his vocalizer was comprised of loud buzzing and jittering whirs. His pelvis thrust against his strokes as he came closer and closer to his finish. Nothing was able to stop him now, not even Megatron. Everything in his vision went white and he threw his helm back releasing the loudest sound he had ever produced with his voice. 

Bumblebee soiled himself with his trans fluids, spilling them over his body and onto the floor. The moment he had finished he was hit with the deepest regret and shame. All he could hear was a loud and psychotic laugh echoing through his processor that ached from all the stress it had been put through.

"A wonderful display from my new play toy!", he chuckled deeply. "As much as I would enjoy putting you through that endeavour again, we have other matters to attend to. Maybe if you cooperate with me, I'll frag you myself when I get my body back", he laughed again. Bumblebee's body trembled from both fatigue and the gladiator's sick words. He didn't want to be his puppet for long. No matter how things were going to go, he knew Optimus and the others would save him. He just hoped that they do before Megatron does something  else as traumatising as this experience.