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Ensuring Discipline	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 5482 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ensuring Discipline
- 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 Final
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Ensuring Discipline

part 10
            When Donatello finally drifted off to sleep, it was anything but restful. His dreams were plagued by demons and suffering souls, all of whom resembled his brothers.
            Every scene ended in exactly the same way; pseudo-Leo stood before him, a wicked smile covering more than half his face; glowing embers showing in his eyes. His arm would lift slowly in Don’s direction and his hand would unfurl, beckoning for Don to come forward and join him.
            Behind the fake Leo, Don could see a shimmering pool containing the real Leo. His brother was shouting and pounding on an invisible barrier with the side of his fist. Sometimes the pool was a looking glass and other times a glacier. But they all showed the same image of a brother trapped and desperate, and the one who had taken his place complacent and sleek.
            Don’s eyes would always turn to his real brother, but before his feet could move, the fake one had descended on him, his frenzied mouth seeking Don’s and his hands grasping and pulling until Don was lost in a sea of purely lustful feelings.
            Though none of the dreams woke him, they simply rewound and played again, something finally did pull Don from his slumber. The feeling of an early morning erection greeted his half wakened state and he nearly groaned aloud at the unfortunate timing.
            It was then he realized that his legs had been pushed apart and his brother was between them. Shoving himself upright, he saw Leo teasing his shaft with the edge of his tongue, a faint grin touching his lips.
            Leo glanced up when he saw Don’s movement. “This woke up before you did,” Leo said, “I couldn’t stand to see it go to waste.”
            As Leo nudged Don’s length with his beak, Don found he didn’t have the voice to reply, instead shaking when Leo took Don’s turgid shaft wholly into his mouth. Unable to suppress a moan, Don’s fingers dug into the sheets as his brother teased and coaxed him to completion.
            Leo swallowed Don’s ejaculate with a greedy slurping sound, licking Don’s penis clean as it limply slid from his mouth. So many mornings Don had awakened to find his cock fully aroused and was forced to use his hand to deal with the problem. Having someone suck him off was a thousand times better.
            Chest heaving, Don cracked open one eye to see Leo’s satisfied expression and then his brother rose onto his knees between Don’s legs.
            Both of Don’s eyes snapped open then, his body stiffening. He didn’t think that he could handle being penetrated again; his anus was sore and tiny hairline cracks in the skin surrounding his opening stung terribly at the slightest touch.
            Before he could begin to voice a protest, Leo sat down, spreading his legs wide, his calves draped across Don’s knees.
            “I know you’re hurting,” Leo said considerately. “You can return the favor another way.”
            When Don lifted himself onto his elbows, Leo lay back on his carapace, his hand busy between his legs. Leo churred as his cock sprang up hard and needy.
            Taking a deep breath, Don slid out from under Leo’s legs and crawled between them, his upper body lowering so that he could paint a long, wet stripe along his brother’s thick shaft. Leo moved his hand out of the way, stretching his fingers out to stroke Don’s cheek, and then he set both hands firmly on the bedding.
            Thus encouraged, Don began licking and sucking Leo’s cock in earnest, using every technique that Leo had taught him. Leo’s churrs grew louder, even turning to groans of pleasure when Don raked the edge of his teeth along the shaft.
            Don felt an exhilarated thrill at hearing Leo’s enjoyment and he quickly flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip of Leo’s cock. When Leo’s head began to roll from side to side, Don experienced a massive power rush, proud that he could cause Leo’s eyes to squeeze shut in ecstasy.
            Feeling bold, Don trailed one hand along Leo’s thigh and then dipped it between his brother’s legs so that he could manipulate Leo’s tail. As he rolled the tip between his fingers, Leo’s hips jerked off the bed and he grunted noisily, his enjoyment obvious.
            Don wasn’t sure why he felt the need to go further, but he was operating completely on instinct. Tracing his fingers along the underside of Leo’s tail, Don pressed the tip of one against Leo’s entrance.
            The effect was instantaneous as Leo’s cock erupted into Don’s mouth, his climax more violent than any Don had experienced from his brother. It was all Don could do to contain the strong flow and for the first time it was Don’s choice not to waste any.
            Leo lay panting on the bed as Don completed the ritual of fully cleaning his brother’s member and then tucking it away. He had just finished the task when Leo sat up in order to grasp Don’s upper arms and pull the genius on top of him.
            Their lips met and then Leo’s tongue darted into Don’s mouth, curling over the genius’ tongue to combine their individual essences. The resultant taste was something Don found to be pleasantly indescribable.
            Leo broke the kiss and stared at Don for a long moment before a corner of his mouth lifted.
            “Does my little brother suddenly have a desire to top?” Leo asked.
            Don felt the heat rise in his face and he swallowed as the concept took hold. He had never dared hope to have the opportunity to engage in true sexual intercourse with anyone; he could only imagine how incredible it must feel to push his cock into a tight, hot body.
            Of course Leo saw the spark of lust that darkened Don’s brown eyes and the subtle color change along the young genius’ neck.
            “N . . . no,” Don stuttered, faltering as he tried to quell his lascivious thoughts.
            Leo laughed. “Liar. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you that chance. It’s only fair that having whetted your appetite, I should give you more than just a taste.”
            Don could almost hear his own heart thumping in his chest. He had no chance to respond as Leo began to once more ply his mouth with ravenous kisses.
            After several long and gratifying moments, Leo finally drew back and pressed Don’s head to his shoulder, stroking his brother’s arm soothingly until Don became extremely drowsy.
            “Rest a little longer,” Leo murmured softly, “then it will be time for practice. We’ll go down together. Together; doesn’t that sound wondrous?”
            Don hummed agreeably as he pressed his mouth against Leo’s skin. He felt quite proud of himself for having pleased Leo; for doing things that made Leo want to be with him.
            Then the gentle sound of Leo’s voice suddenly seemed to have a hollow echo and the words felt false as Don’s mind screamed at him to snap back to reality. Leo had expertly used Don’s body in order to awaken an old hunger, something that Leo, even this false one, had to understand. Being a mutated turtle meant that the daydream of physical love had to stay exactly that and indulging in it was pseudo-Leo’s way of further manipulating Don.
            It was beautifully dangled bait and Don was trying to swallow it. He had been thinking that he had done something great in making Leo happy when he shouldn’t give a damn. The only thing Don knew he should be concerned with was fooling this Leo into believing he had Don under his thumb.
            If Don didn’t find a way to remain focused, his desire for sexual gratification was going to get some of his brothers killed, starting with the real Leo.
            As Leo had promised, he and Don walked into the dojo side by side. Raph and Mikey were already waiting for them, doing stretching exercises as they warmed up their muscles.
            Both brothers stood at attention when Leo appeared. Before Don could walk over to join them, Leo deliberately caught his arm to stop him. Don turned a puzzled look on Leo and his brother pressed a chaste yet affectionate kiss to his mouth.
            Don felt the flush of embarrassment creep up his face as Leo let him go, tapping his ass gently with one hand to urge Don into the lineup. Walking over to stand next to Mikey, Don tried to meet his brother’s eyes, but Raph’s were shooting daggers at him. Fortunately he refrained from saying anything, choosing to remain silent and surly. Mikey’s expression on the other hand was inquisitive, his brow creased in thought as his eyes flitted from Don to Leo. Don’s youngest brother could be as mentally agile as he was physically, and Don knew that he was probably reasoning through his genius brother’s actions.
            The brothers moved through stretching exercises to katas, and then to forms. Leo was terse but more tolerant than normal, finding fewer faults with his siblings than he usually did. The more relaxed atmosphere had Mikey performing flawlessly and that garnered him some praise from the leader.
            When it was time to spar, Leo pitted Raph and Mikey against one another, and he took Don. The split was predictable and Don worked as hard as he could to show Leo that he was just as good a ninja as the others. His strength helped; certain basic moves didn’t work on him because like Raph, his musculature countered them admirably.
            Just when Don thought they would escape this practice session without incident, Leo announced that they would switch sparring partners. He placed Don with Mikey and called for Raph to spar with him.
            Remembering the look on Leo’s face from the night before as he stared at Raph through the monitor, Don’s heart began to hammer rapidly. Feeling the first twinge of jealousy, Don forced it back, determined not to succumb to something so ridiculous. What wasn’t ridiculous however, was the real fear that Leo purposely chose to spar with Raph after baiting him with the lascivious show at the start of practice.
            Don’s mind raced as he tried to think of some way to control what he feared might happen, but after a couple of seconds he knew there was nothing he could do. He squared off against Mikey as he kept the corner of his eye trained on the other two in the hopes that if something broke out he might be able to manage damage control.
            Mikey rushed him and Don was barely quick enough to block his initial strike. Then Mikey grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, hooking a foot behind Don’s ankle. Just before taking his brother down, Mikey whispered, “Try to make this look good; I’ll help you watch them.”
            Don fell, his wide eyes staring up into Mikey’s. There was a determined upturn at the corners of Mikey’s mouth and Don remembered how they used to play fight when they were kids, going through a routine they’d privately made up for when they were too tired to actually spar. It had worked with Master Splinter only once, but they both remembered the moves.
            As they started their routine, Don watched Raph and Leo. They were still circling one another, Leo’s expression neutral but his eyes challenging. Raph’s muscles were a little too tight; Don could see the pulse pounding in his neck and the movement of his jaw as he clenched his teeth.
            With a roar, he dove at Leo, his heavy fists swinging dangerously. Leo neatly sidestepped him, bringing the side of his hand down hard against the back of Raph’s neck.
            Raph stumbled slightly but caught himself, spinning as Leo rushed him from behind. Leo ducked a hard punch meant for his mouth, delivering a body jarring strike of his own to Raph’s gut.
            Don knew his Leo was fast, but this one seemed to be wearing devil’s wings. Raph’s fists were hammer heavy and offered brutal punishment when he struck, but he just couldn’t hit Leo. With each passing moment, Raph grew more infuriated, and Don realized that Leo was pushing him purposely, teasing him with flitting movements as he delivered blow after blow with wicked precision.
            Then Raph’s eyes seemed to change color, glowing with the fierce brightness that signaled his change from thinking ninja to a being controlled by a terrible frenzied rage.
            Don rolled away from Mikey and jumped to his feet with a gasp. He and his younger brother immediately stopped fighting, both frozen as Raph launched himself at Leo, the strong muscles in his legs carrying him further than Leo had expected.
            Together they crashed to the mats, Raph bellowing his fury as his fist connected with Leo’s jaw. Don saw the dangerous glitter in Leo’s eyes as his head was popped sideways by the blow and then he twisted out of Raph’s grasp, turning partway over and shoving his carapace into Raph’s chin.
            Raph’s head was snapped back by the blow and he lost his grip on Leo’s arm. Swinging blindly, his knuckles grazed Leo’s outer thigh, the blow hard enough to make his older brother drop to one knee.
            Before Raph could press his advantage, Leo mule kicked him, his foot taking Raph squarely in the chest. Raph flew backwards, hitting the mats hard enough to push them off the floor and into a scattered pile.
            Blood thundering in his temples, Raph leaped to his feet and came straight at Leo again. The pair stood toe to toe, raining blows on each other and scattering droplets of blood across the floor around them as their calloused fists cut through skin.
            Don’s voice seemed to have left him. At his side, Mikey whispered hoarsely, “We need to stop them.”
            That was obvious but Don didn’t seem to know how. His brain was sluggish, his mind transfixed by the scene playing out in front of him. Part of him was afraid to defy Leo by interfering, the other part struggling to keep his promise to protect Raph.
            Below all of that was a tiny part of his mind that hoped Raph would get the upper hand and beat Leo into unconsciousness. Maybe even kill him.
            The thought that Raph was beyond reason and would actually kill Leo was like a splash of cold water to Don’s foggy brain. Even as he began to snap back to reality, Leo suddenly twisted sideways and dropped to one knee, swinging the other foot out to sweep Raph’s feet from under him.
            Raph was so focused on just hitting his brother he didn’t see the move coming and fell hard. Rolling onto his plastron, he got his hands under him so that he could push off the ground when Leo landed squarely on his carapace.
            Leo’s weight drove Raph flat on his face, but before he could shove his body upwards, Leo had curved an arm around his neck and the other across his forehead, pulling his head forcefully backwards.
            Don saw the muscles in Leo’s arm bulge as he applied pressure to Raph’s windpipe. Raphael’s eyes jutted from their sockets; his neck was thick and well protected by muscle, but Leo’s grip was strongly unrelenting.
            The look on Leonardo’s face was vicious as his lips curled back from his teeth. “You learn so slowly Raph,” Leo hissed. “Maybe I should stop playing with you and really teach you a lesson.”
            Raph’s mouth opened as he tried to suck air into his overworked lungs; scrabbling at the ground with his hands but unable to find a solid purchase. Leo ignored his brother’s fight to breathe, almost as though he wanted Raph to pass out, or worse.
            Grabbing his bo, Don jabbed it between Leo’s plastron and Raph’s carapace, lifting it quickly as soon as the end touched the floor on the other side of them. The heavy wooden staff broke Leo’s hold and he jerked his arms back, allowing Raph to fall to the floor.
            “No more,” Don said, his voice cracking with emotion.
            Leo’s chest heaved as his body fought for oxygen, his eyes glued to Don. Rising slowly, he stepped away from Raph and Don carefully replaced the bo in its spot against his shell.
            Mikey rushed forward, falling on his knees next to Raph. His hot headed brother was semi-conscious and his eyes rolled up to look at the youngest, his body shuddering as he struggled to pull in air.
            “You could have crushed his windpipe!” Mikey shouted, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
            “That is exactly what I have been trying to teach all of you,” Leo said, his voice low and menacing. “Do you think practice is a game? Do you think our enemies won’t take advantage of a momentary lapse in your concentration? When I fight I do so to win. The rest of you had better do the same or someone else in this room is going to learn the same lesson I just gave Raphael.”
            Staring meaningfully at Donatello for a fraction of a moment, Leo then spun on his heel and stormed out of the dojo.
            Raph was trying to sit up when Don turned back to look at him. Mikey’s hand was beneath his shoulder, helping him rise. Don came quickly over to them, reaching for Raph’s arm so that he could help as well, but before he touched Raph, his brother smacked his hand aside.
            “I don’t need your help,” Raph snarled, his voice rough and low. The effort to talk made him cough and Mikey held onto him until the fit passed.
            “I’m sorry,” Don whispered. “I’m doing the best I can.”
            Raph opened his mouth to make another cutting remark but Mikey pressed a finger to his lips to quiet him.
            “Let him alone, Raphie,” Mikey said softly. “You have no idea what Don’s been going through for us.”
            Raph glanced up at Mikey and saw the sorrow in his youngest brother’s eyes. Slowly nodding, Raph’s lip quivered and he bit down on it, turning his face up to Don.
            The understanding that he saw from both his brothers constricted his heart, his stomach rolling with nerves. Don felt his eyes fill with tears though he tried desperately to hide them by blinking them away. A couple squeezed past his closed lids and spilled onto his cheeks.
            Mikey jumped up quickly, coming towards him but Don swiftly backed away.
            “No, don’t,” Don whispered. “Please. I can’t be effective unless he believes I’m on his side.”
            The hand that Mikey had lifted returned to his side. His blue eyes reflected the pain he was feeling as he looked from Don to Raph and back again.
            “You can’t do this all alone,” Mikey told him, keeping his voice low.
            “I’m not alone,” Don said quietly. “As long as the two of you don’t lose hope I know that you’re with me. Whatever I do, or whatever he does to me, you have to let it happen. Trust me.”
            Mikey swallowed and his chin quivered before his pinched voice squeaked out, “Okay.”
            “Don,” Raph croaked. “Donny, I . . . .”
            “Raph, don’t,” Don told him with a small smile. “It’s all right; really it is. Just let me do this.”
            Raph searched his brother’s eyes and finally said, “Yeah.”
            “Let’s get some breakfast then,” Don said, inhaling deeply to control his scattered emotions. “Everything like normal, okay?”
            Standing, Raph hooked an arm over Mikey’s shoulders and caressed his sore neck.
            “Normal,” Raph said, looking at both his brothers. “What exactly is that again?”
            Don’s eyes closed briefly and when they reopened, there was a new resolve in them.
            “It’s what we’re going to get back to very soon,” he promised.
TBC…………….
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