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The Pain Game	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Pain Game
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39 Final
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            Aggravating Raphael was absolutely Michelangelo’s number one favorite past-time.
            Ever since they were small, when Mikey needed entertainment he would find a way to push Raph’s buttons. The resulting explosion was so much more rewarding than the annoyed sigh he’d earn from Donatello when he interrupted that particular brother, or the lack of reaction he received from Leonardo whenever Mikey tried to – always unsuccessfully – break his concentration.
            That was not to say that Raph was completely easy. Mikey had to work to earn himself an outburst of temper and planning what to do was almost as much fun as watching Raph pop a cork. Trying to dodge Raph afterwards was to Mikey’s mind something akin to the running of the bulls in Spain. The adrenaline rush he got from it made it easy for Mikey to understand why people tested their bravery that way.
            Mikey rarely got away without receiving some kind of beating for his troubles but to his mind that was a small price to pay. Other than the one time that Raph had nearly beaned him with a pipe, the hot head was fairly good at stopping before he inflicted any real damage.
            As they grew older Mikey worried that Master Splinter’s tutelage would help Raph overcome his anger issues. When Raph’s passions proved to be too much for even their father’s teachings to assuage, Mikey was actually glad. He liked the hot head to be as predictable as he’d always been.
            It was during a particularly acute bout of boredom that Mikey discovered something new about himself.
            Mikey had been wandering around the lair for over an hour trying to find something to occupy his attention. He’d already done a little sewer skating, he’d finished a jigsaw puzzle, and he’d re-read his latest comic book acquisitions three times each.
            Due to increased Foot activity near their home Mikey couldn’t look forward to going topside anytime soon. There was absolutely nothing for him to do for the rest of the evening unless he made his own entertainment.
            Said source of entertainment was currently seated on the couch, a cold can of beer in one hand and the remote in the other. Raph had called dibs on the television the previous day so that he could watch a wrestling match that he’d been looking forward to. No one argued the point because a Raphael who wasn’t allowed to go out was like a caged tiger in more ways than one.
            The scenario was promising; Mikey could piss Raph off quickly because his brother was already hyped up. That was coupled with the fact that the chances were good that any beat down Mikey received wouldn’t last long because Raph wouldn’t want to miss the televised bout. The temptation was too great to pass up.
            Quickly racing upstairs to his room, Mikey pulled a loose brick from his wall behind which he’d hidden his secret ‘stash’. Taking out a small wooden box, Mikey opened it and selected a life-like rubber cockroach from the large collection housed inside. Chuckling to himself, Mike concealed the box once again, knowing that if Raph ever got his hands on it the box and contents would be instant goners.
            Over the years Mikey had probably promised Raph at least a million times that he would never again torment his older brother with fake bugs. He’d probably promised the rest of his family about a half million times that he wouldn’t poke Raph’s phobia. Of course Mikey never intended to keep those promises, he just gave them lip service because it was expected of him. Mikey was pretty sure his family knew he wasn’t being truthful.
            Stopping simply wasn’t possible. It was like an addiction, Mikey couldn’t help himself. Raph was just too rich a target.
            Mikey made no effort at stealth as he headed downstairs. Sneaking around would have alerted Raph that something was up so Mikey bounced down the steps two at a time, whistling to himself. As he headed towards the kitchen, Mikey was gratified to see that Raph hadn’t even glanced at him.
            In the kitchen Mikey banged a few pots and pans, adding to the illusion that he was occupied with some culinary experiment. After a couple of minutes he crept to the door and peeked at Raph, seeing that his brother’s eyes were glued to the television.
            Slingshot in hand, Mikey loaded the fake roach onto the leather pad and with the precision born of many hours of practice, sent it sailing through the air straight towards Raph. As soon as he released it, Mikey darted out of the kitchen and hid behind one of the lair’s support posts.
            The rubber roach landed with unerring accuracy right onto Raphael’s shoulder.
            Because it was rubber and not plastic, the fake bug had enough weight to it that Raph felt it hit. The unconcerned expression on his face as he glanced at his shoulder quickly changed to one of panic.
            Eyes wide, Raph shouted and leaped off the couch, splashing beer all over himself as he batted at his shoulder with the hand holding the can. When the bug fell onto the floor, Raph launched the crumpled, now empty can at it and yanked one of his sai free from his belt.
            Mikey’s face was contorted in mirth, hands over his mouth to contain the sound as he watched Raph stab the roach. It was at that moment that Raph realized the bug wasn’t real.
            “Mikey!” Raph yelled, head swiveling as he tried to locate his brother.
            Parts of Mikey’s body were showing from behind the pillar because he was doubled over with laughter and Raph immediately spotted him. Leaping over the couch, Raph rushed towards the prankster, his fists doubled and sections of his face as crimson as his mask.
            “You are so dead!” Raph promised, completely enraged.
            The next part of their dance involved Mikey attempting to escape his brother’s wrath. With a loud shriek, Mikey took off at a dead run, thinking to evade Raph by dashing into the tunnels outside their home.
            Raph had however anticipated the move and jumped into position between Mikey and that route. Swiftly changing course, Mikey tried for the elevator door but when he felt Raph practically stepping on his heels, he knew he’d never get the door open in time.
            Mikey’s last hope was the dojo. If he could get far enough ahead of Raph then he could duck just inside the doorway and flatten himself against the wall. When Raph raced past, Mikey would fly back out and hit the sewers for a couple of hours as he waited for the hot head to settle down.
            The plan seemed to be working as Mikey kicked it into high gear and got a few feet ahead of Raph. As Mikey cleared the dojo entrance, he reached out to grab onto the doorsill to slow his momentum, letting go as his body spun around and his carapace hit the wall.
            Mikey was grinning from anticipatory glee, his adrenaline pumping as he envisioned pulling another fast one on his brother. He only forgot one thing; Raph could be damn flexible when he was mad.
            As Raph went barreling past him, Mikey shifted away from the wall and turned towards the opening, sure that Raph hadn’t seen him. The movement caught the corner of Raph’s eye and though he couldn’t come to a full stop fast enough, his long muscular arm snaked out lightning quick and caught Mikey across his chest.
            Unable to resist the force of Raph’s forward motion, Mikey was swept along with his brother and literally yanked off his feet. Slamming carapace down on the floor, Mikey had no chance to roll away as Raph came down on top of him.
            “Not the face, not the face!” Mikey yelped, his forearms coming up to take the blows raining down on him. Raph punched him in the side hard enough to take his breath away and caught him a glancing blow on the side of the head that set off sparks behind Mikey’s eyes.
            Mikey tried to dig his heels into the floor so he could slide away from Raph but discovered that Raph was straddling him, his knees pressed into Mikey’s hips so hard that the younger turtle couldn’t move.
            “How many times . . . have I said . . . not to pull . . . that crap on me!” Raph raged, pausing between words to punch his brother.
            “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Mikey replied in a sing-song voice, rocking his upper body side to side to dodge the blows. “Last time, I promise!”
            “You always promise!” Raph yelled, grabbing Mikey’s arms and pulling them away from his face. “It ain’t funny no more and if ya’ do it again I’m gonna take your entire comic book collection and fling them off the top of the Chrysler building!”
            It wasn’t the first time he’d threatened to do that but Mikey strove to look dutifully horrified. “Dude! I swear I’ll never do it again, just leave my babies alone.”
            “Dipstick,” Raph snarled, smacking his brother again. “Ya’ better start taking me seriously.”
            The more Mikey apologized, the more the blows tapered off, a good indication that Raph’s fury had lessened. When Mikey dared to peek at his brother through an opening between his own arms, Raph grabbed his shoulders, lifted him slightly and then slammed him down again.
            “I think you’re missing your show,” Mikey said hastily, running the words together.
            Raph’s eyes narrowed and it was obvious that he’d realized why Mikey had picked that particular time to pull his prank. Releasing his younger brother, Raph sat back on his heels, letting his full weight press down on Mikey as he glared at him.
            “You’re gonna get me a wet towel so I can clean myself off,” Raph stated, “and then you’re gonna clean up the couch and floor. Ya’ better get the smell of beer out of there ‘cause ya’ know Master Splinter doesn’t like it and I sure as shell ain’t taking the blame for your mess.”
            “Will do Raphie,” Mikey said. “Whatever you say Raphie.”
            For a second it looked like Raph might pop him again so Mikey closed the gap between his arms, keeping them over his face. Instead of hitting him, Raph flattened his palms on Mikey’s stomach and roughly pushed off as he rose to his feet. Something wet slapped Mikey’s forearms, dangling over them to touch his cheek, and he realized it was Raph’s belt. Looking up he saw Raph removing his wet pads before tossing them onto Mikey as well.
            “Make sure ya’ scrub this stuff; I don’t want them smelling like stale beer. Before ya’ do that ya need ta go up ta my room and fetch my spares but ya’ better not touch anything else,” Raph told him before picking up his weapons and stomping out of the dojo.
            Mikey lay there for a moment, enjoying the rush he got from tormenting his hot headed brother. He’d anticipated the clean-up detail and was actually pretty excited with having another opportunity to annoy Raph while he tried to watch TV.
            Inhaling deeply, Mikey started to get up. It was then that he noticed a particular tightness in his lower regions. Looking down in surprise, Mikey saw the tell-tale signs of a budding erection.
            Mikey froze as he stared at himself and then it sunk in that he was almost fully aroused. What the shell could have happened to turn him on to such an extent? Surely it wasn’t having Raph on top of him, face contorted and muscles bulging as he delivered blow after painful blow.
            The memory had barely entered Mikey’s mind when his hidden member twitched and throbbed. Alarmed, Mikey jumped to his feet and made a beeline for the bathroom. He had to get Raph a towel before his brother came looking for him but more importantly, Mikey had to deal with his erection first, before anyone in his family noticed.
            Most especially before Raphael noticed. If Raph saw the state that Mikey was in he’d not only beat him silly for being a perv, but he’d insist on knowing why his younger brother was sporting a woody right after their altercation.
            Since Mikey himself couldn’t answer that question he certainly wasn’t going to be able to give Raph any kind of an answer.
TBC……………….
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