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Raphael's Chains	By : Bahamut Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 7369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Comments:

Well, another one down. Regulars of my work will know that I love to try something new every time I write and this fic is no different. This time, I wanted to do some bondage and basic BDSM, even though I didn’t want to go into the whipping portions of it. I realise that Raphael being chained and used is a pretty unoriginal topic, but I don’t really care. I had fun writing it. It closes the loop I had with two previous stories I wrote, first a Sam and Max fic, then a S&M + TMNT one and finally this, TMNT on their own.

Another different this fic has is that it doesn’t have as much story as my usual work does, even though the fic itself has the average word count. I didn’t want to get caught in a storyline, I just wanted to write some sex for once, and so I did. I think it came out pretty good. Some might find it long and tedious, but in the end I do write a lot for myself rather than for others. I did trunk the ending a bit, but it doesn’t feel too much as such and besides, it didn’t cut off from the good portions of the sex.

I do want to give a heads up to an artist I found who makes great TMNT work. I usually don’t do this, but I think his work is pretty cool and no doubt inspired me a bit to write all of this. He’s called Sneefee and his work can be found at: http://www.sneefee.com.

I want to give a shout out to the artists out there. I’ve been working on a furry sex flash game for months and my artist bailed on it. It’s a Phoenix Wright type of game, with a lot of dialogue and simple almost unanimated characters. You search for clues to resolve the story. I think the game was going swell, except my artist decided to bail on the net as a whole. So if anyone is interested in such a project, my flash engine is already ready. All I need is a game to go with it.

To that end, and if you want to contact me in general, here is my contact info. To start, my yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bahamutshome. You’ll find all my published writings there, it’s the one place you can be sure everything I’ve ever done is stored. You can also contact me by e-mail at bahamutdragons@yahoo.com, or by instant messaging. Y!: bahamutdragons, MSN:bdragons@hotmail.com, ICQ: 11722319, AIM: BahamutSDragons. I hope to hear from you!

Raphael’s Chains

When Raphael finally woke up, his whole body felt heavy and he couldn’t quite make out the contour of objects in the dim light. Things were half dark and half blurry, but he would worry about that later; for now, he had more important things to worry about. His hands were tied to chains and raised above his head. If he had the energy, perhaps he could wiggle his way out, but something had drained him and he was still recuperating.

The decor was getting more precise by the moment, though not much brighter. Being that he travelled through the underground so often, he could recognise the décor enough to know where he was. The brick walls and ambient humidity were unmistakable and he also knew that the floor under his feet was stone as well, even though it was covered by a rug. He looked at his chains and saw them leading to levers which could be turned to loosen or tighten. If he had his sais, he might have been able to free himself, but he was naked. Even his shell had been stripped away from him when he was unconscious.

As he was about to stand to get better leverage on the chains, the turtle heard noise in the distance. Immediately, Raph fell inert, eyes closed, preferring to still play unconscious, the only trick card he had left in his repertoire. He heard the steps on the damp floor approaching. His head was still foggy and so he didn’t quite know how many there were, but he knew that they walked barefoot as shoes would have made a more distinguished sound. He could hear them chatting amongst themselves, whispering and laughing softly but the captive couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Awww, he’s still asleep,” a cheery voice said as they entered the room. There was some movement and the chains attached to his arms were pulled, stretching him a bit to get a reaction but Raphael did not want to give them the satisfaction. He felt his arms and muscles tense up from the strain and he forced himself to keep a passive face. After a while, the chains loosened again though his hands were kept in the air.

“Come on Raph, I know you’re not sleeping or unconscious. I can see it in your breathing.” The voice was familiar and the captive finally opened his eyes to gaze at his captors. He now knew what to expect as he saw the trio looking back at him. His own brothers.

“Good call Leo,” Donatello said. All three had an odd look about them, some kind of contained jubilation. Even though Leonardo kept a straight face, Raph could still see that their leader was very pleased. Michelangelo looked particularly cheery and didn’t try very hard to hide it. The captive knew that he was in their power and could feel that something was about to happen, something lewd. He pushed the thought from his mind for now however, as he had to concentrate on escaping the situation. His brothers smiled as he tried to push and pull against the chains to free himself, but in the end he had to concede that there was nothing he could do to fight back. All he could do was wait for his siblings to act. But now that they had him at their mercy, his brothers fully intended take advantage of it and taunt him, perhaps even humiliate him.

“So how are you feeling?” Donatello asked, the spark of amusement clear in his voice. “Comfortable I hope.” It was a half truth, which was more than the captive could hope for. His posture was uncomfortable, even now that he was standing, but he was a fighter and he was used to training in uncomfortable postures; he easily shoved the discomfort to the back of his mind.

The question needed no answer and Raph wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of a reply. “You know Raph, you were really easy to capture,” Michelangelo taunted, poking his friend on the arm with his index finger. The finger slid along the captive’s chest and up along his face. “Leo knew exactly how to keep you asleep until you were all chained up.”

“Watch out, I bite,” Raphael growled and Mikey quickly removed his hand and took a step back. Leo took a few steps forward, his arms crossed. His face remained expressionless, his eyes probing Raphael to his soul. “And you’re a coward,” the red marked turtle yelled at the leader. “You don’t even have the courage to stand up to me face to face!”

“We all knew you’re the best fighter Raphael,” Leonardo answered in a controlled voice, “but there’s more to vanquishing your opponent than fighting. We were thought by Master Splinter that using your mind to achieve victory is often the best offence. But you don’t listen, do you; if you had, you might not be in this situation.”

“I’m here because of you!”

“And I expect this to be… memorable.” Leo had never felt so imposing, standing with his arms crossed, flanked by his two other brothers, it was clear who had organised the whole thing. Raphael wasn’t surprised his two other brothers had followed him in his schemes, they had all wanted to get back to him for a long time.
The leader walked up to him until they were eye to eye. He leaned and whispered to his ear: “I can make this easy for you, if you’ll let me. I won’t gag you. But if you don’t cooperate…” His voice trailed off in a silent menace. Raph was under his spell and wouldn’t be able to fight back. He would behave.

Leo licked the side of Raph’s face and the captive flinched, but didn’t speak a word. The gesture was one of dominance, of possession. Raphael was whole in Leonardo’s power and he knew it and the captor wanted to make sure that he knew. He kissed Raph on his cheek and moved his hands softly along his brother’s chest, feeling his muscles. Leo’s breathing was controlled, but Raph’s was increasing in rhythm. There was an air of sensuality to the domination and somehow, losing all power made Raphael enjoy the act even more.

The leader took a step back and observed the chained naked turtle. Raph’s cock was still soft, but he knew the red turtle was struggling to keep it that way, to not show weakness. He nodded to his two brothers who approached Raphael as well, smiling at what was to come.

Michelangelo had none of the subtlety his brother had. He immediately fell to his knees and took the soft cock in his hands, breathing in the odor of arousal emanating from it. He gave it a kiss on the head and rubbed the cock on the side of his face, feeling it grow along his reptilian skin. Leo had made the rules quite clear: no sex whatsoever until he gave the signal. Leo was in control and Mikey would follow the leader. Which of course didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy the contact of cock against his face.

While the younger brother was mesmerized by the growing turtle phallus, Donatello was in the mood to tempt and torture, arouse but not offer release. He turned slowly behind Raph, whose eyes met his in a gaze of fear and anticipation. He stopped behind his brother and placed his hands on his brother’s chest, placing his stomach tightly against Raph’s back. He could feel himself growing erect and his cock rubbed against Raph’s crack, but he didn’t penetrate.

“How are you feeling now?” he whispered to his friend. “Powerless? Do you like this? Do you like being in our control? We can do anything with you, your whole body is ours for the taking. We can make you cum at a moment’s notice… or we might make you linger for the longest time, until you beg us to let you release.” He slipped one of his hands down Raph’s chest, to his stomach and the back of it rubbed against the pulsing cock. Donatello could feel Raphael shivering from the contact. But he did nothing more.

Both turtles backed away from the captive. Raphael looked helpless now, frustrated, his cock standing erect craving for attention. His body was tense and shaking, his hands squeezed in fists, his respiration rapid and deep. His hips bucked in the air but he had nothing to connect to. Like a master of ceremony, Leonardo took a step forward.

“You are in our power. If you want release, you are going to do exactly as we say. You don’t get to ask questions, you don’t get to refuse. If we ask for something, you say “Yes master.” Are we clear?”

Raph felt reduced to a shell of his former self. His brain was clouded by his arousal and by now, all he wanted to cum blissfully. But twist as he might, there was no satisfaction for the turtle. He understood the situation all too well and knew that refusing would only lead to more arousal and frustration until he caved under the pressure. He lowered his eyes to the ground and he answered in a whisper: “Yes master.”

“I didn’t hear you slave,” Leonardo said, his own voice strong and contrasting to Raph’s. The chained turtle had a sarcastic reply ready to go, but wisely decided that it would only make things worst.

“Yes master,” he repeated, this time a little louder. Leonardo was satisfied and he snapped his fingers. With Raph now broken under their will, the turtles were free to let loose their inhibitions on him. They had already called dibs before they had entered the room. They lowered the chains, enabling Raph to fall on his knees. Just the position they wanted him to be in.

“Suck me,” Donatello demanded. He balanced his hardening cock on his brother’s face, slapping his cheeks. Raphael still had his hands stuck in the air and so could only open his mouth and approach his head to the shaft. Donatello immediately placed his hands on the back of his head and thrust forward, gagging the combative turtle a little before retracting slightly. He would give him no chance, because if the positions were reversed, Raphael would give him none either. And oh… it felt so good to feel his warm mouth on his shaft.

Michelangelo was after a different kind of action. He had already mentioned it to his companions before the evening and everything was ready for him. Leonardo and he went to each of the wheels holding the chains attached to Raph’s arms, took another chain from them, threw them over a pipe and let them fall near their slave, attaching them to his ankles shortly after. Raphael did try to see what was happening but Donatello wouldn’t let him. He just thrust more furiously into his brother’s mouth.

Once the braces were attached, the other two turtles pulled on them, raising the legs about eighteen inches off the floor. Raphael was now completely helpless, held above ground and could no longer say no to anything his brothers would ask. And deep inside of him, he loved it.

“He’s all yours Mikey,” he said. Then, looking at Don still pumping furiously in his bro’s face, he reiterated: “Well half of him is yours.”

“It’s all I need,” Mikey said with excitation. He approached Raph and admired the captive for a moment. Previously, he had rubbed his face against the turtle’s erect cock, but now he would get much better. He took another step and kneeled to Raph’s airborne feet.

Delicately, he placed a hand on the right foot, touching it, feeling it at first with the palm of his hand. With his finger, he felt the contours of its shape. For a brief moment, he gave the turtle a foot massage, stroking his thumbs along the cavity, the ball, and the toes. The gesture was simple and shouldn’t have brought such an intense feeling to him, but it did. Michelangelo loved feet, he loved to touch them and feel them. He suddenly took Raphael’s two feet them to place them along his cheeks, rubbing them along his face, a large smile garnishing it. He was happy just like that, a simple and certainly unexplainable happiness. The texture along his face was delectable and his cock was rising to the occasion from it.

Raphael didn’t quite understand what was happening: he felt assaulted by too many stimuli. On one side, he was meant to pleasure Don with his mouth and he was doing his best not to disappoint, strolling his rugged tongue all over the shaft and inside the skin on the head, all as he was jammed in and out of his orifice. If he could, he would have used his hands to pleasure Don as well, but they were tied and he had to make the most of what he did have.

On the other side, he could feel Michelangelo caressing his feet in a surprising fashion. He seemed to have developed some love for that part of his anatomy and didn’t quite know how to react or feel about it. He kept them as loose as he could, letting Mikey guide them as he wished. He could feel his cheek and chin, followed by his strong neck, his bulk chest and lower to his stomach. And then his feet touched what could only be the young turtle’s erect penis and he felt it rub between his two feet. It boggled his mind to be like this, and he knew that there was still one turtle who had not entered the fray to use his body as he desired.

He could feel the eyes of the true master on him, Leonardo, observing his companions and silently waiting for his turn, arms crossed and leaning against the wall. He now had a grin on his face which joined with the lacklustre lighting gave the turtle an eerie look. The smile was full of promises however: it said that Leonardo would take Raph on his own and would make the others’ actions seem petty. A shiver went down the rebellious turtle’s spine as he realised how much he loved being used and losing control, a direct contradiction to who he usually was.

Donatello did not know what Raphael was thinking, and in truth he didn’t care. He continued shoving his thick cock down the rebel turtle’s throat, pushing the head down on it for each thrust he gave. He could feel the pressure building up in his gut and tempered his tempo a little. The smart turtle wanted to made this last for as long as he could, not only the feeling itself but the knowledge that Raphael was under his control.

Michelangelo has slipped his cock on the trapped turtle’s feet and was lovingly rubbing it along them. He had taken them in his hands and placed them on each side of his organ, holding them tight against it as he thrust against them with passion. They had such strength and delightful texture, he had forgotten the world around him and even Raphael himself. All he knew for that moment was the feet on his cock and the pleasure it brought him. And he knew that soon, he would release his jizz on them. He simply couldn’t resist them. And Raphael helped too, wiggling his toes, making the feet more alive and lovable. But like his brother on the side, he wanted to make the feeling last forever.

The bo wielding turtle was nearing close to the edge. His tempo had increased once more and could not be more frenetic, his ninja awareness forgotten in favor of the sweet lips Raph had wrapped around his cock. His own lips formed a silent moan, his breathing irregular and had deepened greatly. And finally, he could take no more and he shot his load into the captive’s now willing mouth. He felt his hot cream slip from him into his brother, who could only drink it avidly as it was forced down his throat.

Mikey became conscious of Donatello’s actions and could not remain insensitive them. He found it hot that the smart turtle would get so out of character and force himself upon their brother. He doubled intensity as he felt the feet along his cock, squeezing it as if it was trying to milk the hard and thick phallus.

And milk it he did. After one last stroke, Mikey crossed the edge as well and spat all over the dangling feet. He had more in him then Donny had and wave after wave creamed the feet he had loved so much, their just reward for all the pleasure they had brought the perverted turtle.

And then the orgasm subsided, but Mikey was no less satisfied of it. He fell to the floor, on his back, content of the experience, panting loudly with a smile. Donatello had remained standing longer, making Raphael clean up his love tool properly, but once he was done, the purple masked turtle had sat on the floor as well, leaning against the wall, recovering from the experience. It was over for them… for now. And yet Raph knew that this had only been an entrée and one more of his siblings would come to him.

Leonardo was done observing. His brothers had their fun and now, it was his turn. But he would not act impulsively, he wanted to Raphael to feel him psychologically before he felt him physically. Already his cock was standing erect and he walked around his aerially bound brother, as if tainting him with his scent. He pulled on some chains and put the rebel turtle back upright, his feet back on the ground. In this position, he could move him slightly and Leonardo pushed him towards the wall.

Raph understood what was happening but his strength had already left him as his two brothers had used him. But maybe Leo didn’t want to break him further, perhaps he wanted him to feel more aroused and needy by the situation. If so, the leader of the turtles had done his job well. Raphael felt attracted by the power and control emanating from Leonardo. During missions, he was always the first to criticise his methods, but now all he wanted to do was to give in to them. And he couldn’t, only Leonardo could make that call. All he could do was put his hands against the wall and spread his legs as much as he could. Maybe, if he was submissive enough, if he abandoned himself completely, he would get the chance of feeling Leonardo pounding inside of him,

As he saw Raphael spreading his legs and waiting to be taken, Leo couldn’t help but smile of satisfaction. He didn’t mean to be nasty, but he understood Raph enough to know how much being in this situation of powerlessness would bring him even more pleasure. He took a step and wrapped his hands around the captive’s chest, biting down on the turtle’s neck like a vampire marking his pray, not too hard but enough for it to be felt. He heard the captive take a deep breath and shiver, as if a mere touch from Leo was enough to bring him pleasure. The master wanted to own his slave whole, body and mind and for that, he needed to work more of his magic.

The captive could not see anything done to him, only feel it, like the bite in his neck. His mind was a blank as he felt his brother owning in such subtle ways, nibbling on the other side of his neck, passing his hands along his back, feeling every curve of his body. He felt a grip on his cock and a single stroke, a taunt but enough for him to grow wilder. Raphael thought that he might go mad if Leo didn’t take him there and now. His whole body cried out that desire, but his lips remained silent.

He had not expected his brother to be so sudden in passing to the act, but it was all part of the scheme to keep his guessing and without control. In one swift move, Leonardo grabbed the captive hips and penetrated him up to the balls in a single motion. His face screamed of pain, but there was no sound, just a deep breath in. Leonardo was still magnanimous however and didn’t want inflict too much pain, just play with his victim. He waited until his brother had settled to the new sensation and observed Raphael’s face. After a moment, the captive’s opened mouth closed and his eyes narrowed. He was ready.

Immediately realising this, Leonardo started thrusting with all of his might, pushing in his thick pole inside the tight orifice and sliding it out before thrusting once more. The turtle was merciless, pouncing as hard as he could, feeling the ring squeezing around his cock, ignoring any sound Raphael might make.

The rebellious turtle had his hands against the wall and his feet could barely brace against the ground. His rump bucked about as he was taken hard by his brother. He could feel him deep inside of him, poking his prostate, thrashing his insides with his relentless strength, every thrust unsparing and glorious. The other turtles had been weak in front of this sexual assault and Raphael couldn’t get enough of it. Had he some strength left, he might try to push harder against the ever penetrating phallus, but as it was he could only accept the lewd gift.

Leonardo needed no help, he could do all the dirty work himself. His legs were strong and his footing stable. Every push he made was precise and strong. To get better leverage, his arms had wrapped around Raph’s body and his hands laid on his shoulders which he pushed to molest the captive deeper. Every new stroke brought the familiar sensation to his loins, always greater, but Leo repressed it. He wanted to make the feeling last, to make the act last and show Raphael just how much he was being controlled.

Nearby, Donatello and Michelangelo were mesmerised by the sight. It was uncanny to see their leader in this state, fully taking control of Raphael’s body and the captive just taking it with unhidden pleasure. They were getting very hot at the right and now couldn’t wait until they were offered another chance to take advantage of their bound brother. And yet seeing the spectacle of Leonardo and Raphael like this, the two eternal rivals, was almost as good as living it. It only built the anticipation of more.

The already vigorous rhythm increased to an even more furious pace. Each thrust struck Raphael to his core, as if the feeling transcended his body into his mind. He was lost in the control his brother had over him. And with not even a cry out, the pressure became too strong to bear and the hanging turtle shot his load on the wall against which he was being taken. His cock sent out waves of warm semen without even a single stroke and Raphael loved every second of it. His tongue hung silly along his mouth and for the first time, a dreamful grin was on it. But the pleasure didn’t stop with his orgasm as Leonardo was still behind him, pumping furiously in his looser hole. But he knew his brother was close as well and before long, he felt the steam flow deep inside of him with one final thrust. He could feel every shot inside of him and it only added to his satisfaction.

Once over, the leader of the turtles fell backwards like his siblings had before him. He was a bit out of breath, but he knew it wouldn’t last long and soon his vigor would get back to him. And once his stamina came back, he knew Raphael would still be there to please him. After all, the night was still young. But for now, he opened the way for Michelangelo and Donatello to do what they wished once more, to their delight. Raphael, also out of breath, looked at them pleadingly unsure if he wanted to go on or rest, but he would have no word in the choice. And perhaps it was better this way.

The night was indeed young and hour after hour, the turtles took their usually arrogant brother in so many positions one would have had trouble counting them all. The chains had been removed and more comfortable accommodations were made available for the submissive ninja. The orgasms were not counted that night and the party only ended once everyone was satisfied.

They heard a clock ring in the distance, sounding the morning, but none of the turtles moved. They all laid on a common mattress, Mikey in Don’s hands, Raphael’s head between the inventive turtle’s thighs and Leonardo’s head laying on the red masked ninja’s stomach, his feet dangling near the smiling orange masked turtle’s face. They were all exhausted but completely satisfied of the experience. Raphael was now free, but he was far too comfortable with his brothers to leave and do anything else.

“Dude, that was some ride,” Michelangelo finally said.

“You said it Mikey,” Don simply replied.

“I told you we would be able to ambush you,” Leonard told the former captive. “You still need to develop a sixth sense for your surroundings.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I don’t have any regrets.”

None of them ever did. This had not been the first time one of them was captured without warning and taken all through the night and would be far from the last. It was the perfect mix of training and pleasure, even if they usually let themselves be captured. Each eagerly anticipated their next move, wondering who it would be. Such was life among the four ninja brothers and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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