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The End Justifies	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The End Justifies
- 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 Final
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- 17
The End Justifies

Part 16
            Raph slumped against his brother’s shoulder; his breath as it blew across the latter’s collarbone sent shivers along Donatello’s olive green skin.
            Bracing Raph with one arm, Don spit the hypodermic into his free hand and tossed in on the table. Groping around, he found the remote control for the video camera he’d set up near Raph’s cot.
            The drug cocktail Don had mixed into the hypodermic included a larger dose of the hypnotic agent he’d been using. This was his biggest test; Don might not need the show he was going to induce Raph into putting on for the camera, but if he did he certainly wanted to have it available.
            “Raph,” Don said quietly, his mouth pressed against the side of his brother’s head.
            Raph sighed heavily, but he didn’t move. Adjusting Raph slightly, Don tilted his head back so he could see his brother’s face.
            “Raphael, open your eyes,” Don ordered in a stronger voice.
            Raph shook his head a couple of times as though trying to dislodge flies, but his eyes opened as Don had directed. He stared blankly at Donatello, not registering where he was or why.
            “Sit up straight, Raph,” Don told him.
            Raph squinted at Don for a few seconds; then his body shifted as he pulled himself upright and away from Don’s support.
            “We have so much to do tonight,” Don said with a smile. “Unfortunately, we can’t start to have fun until we take care of some business.”
            Lifting his arm, he pointed the remote at the camera and started the record function.
            “Raph, it’s time for you to go to bed. Walk directly to the cot and go through your normal routine,” Don said, stepping back.
            Raph’s eyes followed him. For a moment, Don wondered if he’d have to repeat himself, concerned that his brother seemed to be fighting the hypnotic.
            Then Raph slid from the stool, stretching to his full imposing height, his gold eyes still firmly glued to Don’s dark ones. Again he seemed to fight Don’s orders, his pupils dilating as he began to frown.
            “Go to the cot now,” Don commanded, his voice deepening.
            Raph’s head turned partway towards the cot and then his body followed. Moving at an even pace, Raph stepped up to the side of the cot and began removing his gear a piece at a time.
            His sais he placed carefully on the stand next to the cot, but the rest of his things he tossed in a haphazard pile on the floor. It was all so perfectly normal that Don couldn’t help the satisfied chuckle that escaped him.
            Once he’d completely stripped, Raph sat on the edge of the cot and ran his hand over his bald pate, scratched the back of his neck, and lay down.
            Don nodded to himself, pleased with Raph’s level of obedience. Pulling up the feed from the camera onto his laptop, Don assured himself that the picture was crystal clear.
            Looking over at his brother, Don said in his most soothing voice, “Close your eyes and sleep now, Raphie.”
            Raph’s eyes drifted shut and his body began to relax. Don left the sound portion of the recording turned on; he would come back and edit it later.
            It was but one of the things he needed to do to that particular tape. The other was the reason Don had made Raph lie down and go to sleep. Don needed a stretch of film that he could turn into a continuous loop, something that he could falsify so that it would appear as though Raphael had never left the cot.
            While Don waited for enough of a recording to be captured, he took care of a few routine matters. He cleaned and sterilized the hypodermic he’d used on Raph and made sure to lock away the paraphernalia from his special drug kit.
            Remembering to always lock those things away was something of a pain. It would be more unfortunate though if he were to forget even once. Mikey snooped openly out of boredom and Don knew that even Leo’s most casual glance could capture and record any anomalies he saw.
            Having to face Leo and give an accounting of his motives for having so many illegal drugs wasn’t something Don wanted to deal with. Sometimes the verbal chess was enjoyable, but this particular subject would be nothing but a skate on thin ice.
            The one thing Don felt was in his favor at the moment was that he knew Mikey had a hidden agenda. He wasn’t positive what it was exactly, but he did know it involved something more than a brotherly attachment to Leonardo.
            If nothing else, Mikey’s interest in their oldest brother would keep that very insightful younger turtle busy; too busy to be bothered with whatever Don was doing. With any luck, it would occupy Leo’s time as well, leaving Donatello free to do as he pleased.
            To do as he pleased with Raphael. The thought left him tingling all over as he glanced across the infirmary at his sleeping brother. Even in slumber Raph’s impressive physique left Don breathless and needy.
            Don fumbled a bit with the fittings he was pulling into place on the examination table and had to stop for a moment. He’d not been able to let go of the satisfaction he’d gotten from tying Raph to Casey’s bed; the fight that Raph had managed to put up against the bindings was so provocative that Don hadn’t been able to quit thinking about it.
            Raph. Bound. Unable to move, yet fighting hard to do so. That was what had begun this obsession in the first place.
            Cocky, self-assured, proud Raph; proud of his strength, proud of his fighting abilities, even proud of his anger. Completely waylaid by four thick bands stretched across his body by Agent Bishop. Despite Don’s fear of what Bishop threatened to do, Don couldn’t help but have a fleeting thought as to whether the man might play with Raph sexually. It was suddenly what Don had wanted to do.
            The exam table and the thoughts of a bound and helpless Raph had combined to give Don what he considered to be a most delicious idea. Holding onto that mental image had produced a truly profound erection and had prompted the suggestion that he have Raph all to himself for a night.
            Now as he completed his set-up, Don found that thinking about his prior motivations had the exact same effect on him as before. His cock was swelling to almost unbearable proportions.
            With a quick look at the clock, Don saw that almost forty-five minutes had passed since he’d ordered Raph to lie down. He decided that was more than enough recorded time to form a looped sequence from. Raph had made no big movements while he slept, so Don could manufacture hours of false viewing for anyone who might need to see it.
            Stepping over to where he’d left the camera remote, Don pressed the button that killed the power. Once the red recording light went out, Don walked over to stand next to the cot.
            For a moment all he did was stare at Raph, letting his eyes play across his brother’s muscular limbs. Raph was laying on his side, partially turned so that the left side of his plastron touched the bedding.
            Don slowly rolled the blanket off of his brother, watching as Raph’s thighs were exposed. Dropping the blanket at the foot of the bed, Don’s eyes traced upwards to Raph’s buttocks and his tail.
            The sight made Don suddenly begin to shake. His cock was begging to be let out; wanting a taste of what it knew felt incredibly good. Raph’s respite was over.
            “Wake up, Raphael,” Don crooned in a deceptively harmless tone of voice.
            Raph’s eyes opened wide and he rolled onto his carapace. He looked confused but not nearly as blank as he had almost an hour ago.
            “Where . . . ?” Raph looked around the infirmary and then at Don.
            “You’re spending the night in the infirmary, Raph. Remember?” Don asked, his mouth twitching from the effort to hold back a satisfied smile.
            “Yeah,” Raph lifted his arm slowly, obviously finding that to be difficult, and rubbed his face. “Still sleepy. Is it morning?”
            “No,” Don said. “I woke you because I have a concern. Can you get up and move to the exam table?”
            Raph blinked a few times and then groaned. “Sure. Just feel kinda . . . heavy.”
            With an effort he started to sit up and Don reached out to catch one of his arms, helping Raph to his feet. The drug had moved completely into Raph’s system and was affecting his motor skills. Upright and on his feet, Raph turned his head until he located the exam table and then he lurched towards it.
            Don followed him closely in case his feet tangled together, but even drugged, Raph’s training took over so that he remained balanced as he crossed the room. Don was pleased about that; having to lift or even carry Raph would not have been pleasant.
            Besides, it was much more satisfying to think about how Raph was willingly making himself available to Don’s whims.
            A wave of dizziness hit Raph just as he reached the table and he bent down to grab the edge of it, both hands gripping the padded bench tightly. Don’s breath left him in an audible rush as he caught sight once more of Raph’s firm ass.
            His brother’s tail was down, covering the view of Raph’s entrance, but the fact that Don knew it was there nearly undid him. Don however, needed Raph to be flat on that table before he could do anything that might cause his brother to become alarmed.
            Nevertheless, Don couldn’t help the subtly dangerous undertone in his voice as he said, “Get up on the table, Raph.”
            Warning bells were trying to sound in Raph’s head, but the echo from Don’s words clogged his mind. He straightened and made his way to the end of the table, not sure enough of his balance to attempt to hop up as he normally would.
            He paused with one foot on the step and glanced over at Don. His brother’s lips were turned up at the corners and Raph tried to smile back, thinking Don was encouraging him. As he finally managed to bring his body onto the table, the fleeting thought that Don’s smile had actually looked sinister came to him.
            “Go ahead and lie back,” Don said, moving up next to his brother and placing a hand on Raph’s chest.
            The firm pressure he used to push against Raph was enough to discourage Raph’s slight resistance.
            As soon as he was down, Raph realized he should have asked why his brother wanted him on the table. He didn’t know why his mind felt so damned fuzzy; maybe he was still half asleep. His head wasn’t so fogged up that he couldn’t remember why he was in the infirmary in the first place.
            “Shift down please, like you did for me before when I had to examine you,” Don requested politely.
            “Did I do somethin’, Don?” Raph asked as he moved into position. Clearing his throat, he added, “I mean, to myself?”
            “Why no, Raph,” Don answered, leaning over to stare down into his brother’s face.
            Don allowed the satisfied smile to stretch his lips finally; now that he had Raph exactly where he wanted him, it was time to begin enjoying himself.
            “You didn’t do anything at all to yourself; you never have,” Don continued. “I have though. I’ve done a lot of things to you and I’m nowhere near finished.”
            Thoroughly confused, Raph tried to sit back up, but Don’s weighted palm rested in the center of his chest. Raph reached up and wrapped his hand around Don’s wrist so he could pull his brother’s arm away, but Raph discovered that somehow Don had become much too strong for him.
            “What the fuck,” Raph growled. “If this is some kinda test of yours, you can back the fuck off now. I didn’t agree ta be your lab rat.”
            “You’ve never agreed to any of this, actually,” Don said with a snicker. “Part of the thrill is how hard you fight everything I do. It doesn’t mean I won’t do it, but it certainly makes it all that much more fun for me.”
            Before Raph had a chance to protest further, Don twisted out of his grip, reversing their positions and pulling Raph’s arm down past the edge of the exam table. Raph twisted onto his side as he tried to free himself from Don’s grasp, but was instantly shoved back by Don’s free arm.
            Reaching down to the side of the table, Don grabbed the thick leather strap he’d placed there earlier. Attached to the table’s base with steel cable, the strap had holes punched into it and was fitted with a belt loop.
            Pulling it around Raph’s wrist, Don cinched it tight, satisfied when he saw that he’d made the cable just long enough to hold Raph’s arm straight down. Raph began tugging at it, breathing hard from his exertions as he tried once more to get off the table.
            The excitement from that struggle overflowed in Don’s chest and he lunged at Raph, plastering his mouth over his brother’s. The force pushed Raph back onto the padded table top and he lifted his free arm in an attempt to shove against Don’s shoulder.
            His efforts were in vain as Don pressed closer to him, bending Raph’s arm down. Raphael couldn’t understand why he felt so powerless; it was almost as though his muscles were unable to follow his commands.
            Don’s tongue pressing into his mouth made him gurgle with fury. He wanted to bite down hard but the fact that it was Donny kept him from doing so. Something was wrong with his brother and Raph needed to find out what it was without hurting Don.
            Pulling his mouth off Raph’s, Don chuckled as he stared into his brother’s eyes. “You wanted to bite me didn’t you? I felt that you started to. Why did you stop?”
            “Because . . . because you’re my damn brother,” Raph hissed, not understanding Don’s teasing tone. “Whatever is . . . happening to ya’, we can fix it.”
            “Of course we can,” Don said as he stepped back and then walked around to the other side of the table. “In fact, you have everything I could possibly need to solve my problem.”
            He grabbed Raph’s other arm, yanking it down as he’d done with the first. Raph tried pulling it back again, but his responses were too sluggish. He felt the strap being wrapped around his wrist and then tightened.
            Raph lay there, breathing heavily as he tugged against the restraints that held his arms down. Trying to shift his upper body at all caused pain to lance through his rotator cuffs.
            His legs were still capable of movement and when he saw Don walking towards the end of the table, he tried to kick him in the chest. His effort was as ineffectual as his other struggles; Don simply danced away from him.
            Watching as Don reached up to pull something along the trolleys built into the ceiling, Raph tried again to reason with him.
            “Donny, listen ta me,” Raph said hoarsely. “Our family is right outside that door. If I yell they’re gonna want in, they’re gonna want ta know what’s goin’ on. Think about this bro’.”
            “All I do is think about this, Raph,” Don said without looking away from his task. “I’ve already told the others to ignore any sounds they hear. They believe you have a disturbing sleep disorder; a violent sleep disorder. They’re under orders to leave us completely alone no matter what they hear. Trying to come in here might disturb my efforts to ‘cure’ you.”
            Attached to the trolleys were two more steel cables and on the end of those were wide leather slings. Raph recognized the set up; he’d seen it on hospital shows where someone’s leg was suspended so they couldn’t move it.
            It was pretty obvious Don was going after his legs next and for some reason that thought started to make Raph panic. Thrashing about as much as possible, Raph endured the pain in his arms as he managed to bend both knees, digging his heels into the padded table and pushing back hard.
            The table creaked under him but the steel cable held. Raph tried twisting his wrists inside the belts, hoping to slip free or even break them, but Don’s restraints were designed with Raph in mind.
            Don stood back and watched Raph fight, his eyes glazing as his lust built. His cock could no longer be contained and he went ahead and dropped down, wrapping his hand around his erection. Slowly pumping himself to fullness, Don began to pant as Raph kicked and pulled, his face darkening with his exertions.
            “Let me outta this!” Raph shouted, fury and frustration building. “What the fuck did ya’ do ta me, Donny?”
            Don licked his lips before replying. “Just a few little drugs, mixed together in the proper proportions. You’ll be happy to know you won’t remember any of this later, Raphie.”
            “I’ll fuckin’ remember,” Raph swore, breathing in gasps. “I’ll remember and I’ll beat the livin’ shit out of ya’.”
            Stepping closer, Don said, “You don’t remember the last few times, brother.”
            Raph lifted his head in astonishment, trying to catch a glimpse of Don’s face and that’s when he saw that his genius brother; his mild tempered, gentle natured brother, was holding his dick in his hand and staring hungrily at Raph’s ass.
            “Wh . . . what last few times?” Raph asked as ice seemed to suddenly flow through his veins.
            Rather than answering, Don lunged forward and grabbed hold of Raph’s right leg, lifting it up off the table. Raph immediately kicked at him with his left leg, but he couldn’t lift it high enough to connect. Something kept trying to fog his mind and he shook his head, remembering that Don had said the word drugs. A mixture of drugs.
            Don shoved Raph’s leg into the sling, letting it rest just above Raph’s ankle. He pulled a cord that he’d fitted along the top of it so that it closed enough for it to be difficult to pull out of.
            When he finished, he looked down and saw Raph glaring at him. Raph’s free leg was pulled back and they both knew that the hot headed brother was going to try to make a fight out of it.
            “You have no idea how much this excites me,” Don said gleefully.
            “I got a real good idea. I’m looking at your sick, perverted excitement right now,” Raph snapped back. “Ya’ never answered my fuckin’ question, what last few times?”
            Raph sounded more lucid than he had before; a fact Don attributed to the adrenaline that was no doubt flowing through his angry brother’s veins. That was fine, it would wear off before the drugs did and in the meantime, Don’s fantasies were coming true. Raph was fighting him.
            “Those lost time episodes,” Don answered. “Casey’s apartment, the garage; I drugged you. I drugged you and used you. You serviced me willingly.”
            “If I was drugged there wasn’t anything willing about it,” Raph said.
            “You orgasmed,” Don said bluntly. “You liked it. I held you down and fucked you and you climaxed with my cock in your ass.”
            Raph’s eyes squeezed shut, his teeth grinding together as he desperately tried not to hear what Don was telling him. Closing his eyes was a mistake.
            Don moved fast, darting forward and latching onto Raph’s free leg with both hands. Raph yelled, opened his eyes, and tried with all his might to wrench his leg free. He just didn’t have enough control and Don seemed to suddenly possess super strength.
            Grunting and twisting, Raph watched helplessly as Don fastened his left leg into the remaining sling. Now both of Raph’s legs were suspended, his feet level with Don’s elbows.
            “What are ya’ gonna do?” Raph asked, even though he wasn’t sure if he wanted to really know.
            Don was simply standing next to him now, his hand working on his erection. A droplet of pre-come dripped from the end of Don’s dick, glistening in the low light. Raph’s eyes were mesmerized by it; he watched it fall until it was out of sight.
            Reaching beneath the table, Don pulled out a built in drawer and extracted a tube of lubricant and a plastic dildo.
            Holding them up for Raph to see, Don flipped open the top on the lube and coated the dildo’s tip.
            “You are still a bit sensitive from our last encounter so I’m going to prep you better than I did that time,” Don told him. “I hope you appreciate the effort; I can’t begin to tell you how difficult it was to purchase this dildo.”
            “Ya’ ain’t gettin’ near me with that thing,” Raph snapped.
            Don grinned at him. “You aren’t in a position to do anything about it. Speaking of positions, I need to make a minor adjustment in yours.”
            Grabbing one of Raph’s legs, Don swung it outwards, ducking under it to step into the space between his brother’s thighs. Lifting a hand to Raph’s other leg, he pushed against it also, so that Raph was spread wide.
            Raph worked to bring his legs back together, but from his position he couldn’t move the trolley. Then he felt something touch his entrance and jerked his head up in astonishment. He had hoped that Don was kidding with him, but when he saw the intensely concentrated look on his brother’s face, he knew that Don had told the truth.
            Pressure from the anal toy made Raph stiffen up, the muscles in his ass trying to refuse the intruder admittance. He could feel Don twisting it up inside of him, essentially raping him with the dildo.
            “Loosen up, Raph,” Don crooned, his eyes focused on the plastic as he buried more of it inside his brother. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
            “You’ll regret it,” Raph hissed. He didn’t know how much of the damn thing was inside of him, but the full feeling was extremely uncomfortable.
            The only response he got was a chuckle. After a moment, Don released a satisfied sigh.
            “This looks incredible,” Don said. With a quick look to the side, he reached up and adjusted the pulley on Raph’s slings, pulling his legs higher into the air.
            “Your legs are in the way of the camera,” he explained.
            Raph’s head was buzzing as he started to drift away from reality once Don was no longer touching him. The word ‘camera’ caught his attention and brought him back.
            “You’re fuckin’ filming this?” Raph asked.
            “Of course,” Don said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do. “I want to remember our time together forever; every tiny little detail of it. This dildo buried in your ass is so hot I might not be able to hold on long enough to finish prepping you. I’ll try, but my cock is becoming painful.”
            As if to emphasize his point, Don grabbed himself and squeezed, moaning as his cock jumped in his hand. Raph turned his head away.
            Stepping back into position, Don pulled the dildo back and then slid it forward again, a little faster this time. Repeating the motion, he began wiggling it as he thrust, widening Raph’s passage further.
            During one particularly hard drive, he managed to hit Raph’s prostate. Raph jerked and grunted, his toes curling. Don smiled delightedly and repeated the process.
            When he saw the bulge growing beneath Raph’s plastron, Don’s heart started to pound. He reached forward and rubbed the side of his thumb along the widening crease, thrilled to feel Raph’s heated cock against his skin.
            “I told you that you liked it,” Don chortled, his eyes wide and quite mad looking.
            “D . . . damn it, Don,” Raph stuttered, biting back a churr. “I don’t have any control over that and ya’ know it. That don’t mean I want any of this.”
            “You haven’t any choice,” Don said, driving the dildo into his brother hard. “You are mine now; I’ve marked you. Whenever I want you I’ll have you. I’ll fuck you when I need to; you’ll suck my cock when I want that. There is nothing you can do to stop me.”
            Yanking the dildo out of Raph’s ass, Don tossed it back into the open drawer and quickly lubricated his rock hard cock.
            As soon as Raph felt the dildo leave his body, he lifted his head. He saw Don slicking his penis and knew what was going to happen.
            “Don’t do this,” Raph begged, breathing hard.
            Don’s hand crawled back over Raph’s burgeoning erection, rubbing and teasing until Raph’s cock made its appearance.
            “Perfect,” Don sighed and then slid into his brother.
            “No!” Raph shouted as Don began to thrust.
            Don was beyond understanding words; the sound of protests washed over him like another erotic stimulant. He had played with Raph too long, his need had grown to the point where he was already on the edge.
            There wouldn’t be time to coax Raph into a climax. Don didn’t care, he had all night.
            Pounding into Raph hard and fast, Don felt his orgasm approaching. Raph was his, forever his, to do with as he pleased, over and over and . . . .
            With a loud cry Don came, spilling his hot juices into Raphael’s ass. His hips continued thrusting as he expelled his seed, listening to Raph’s now soft moans of denial.
            They sounded like words of encouragement to the momentarily sated turtle genius. He couldn’t let Raph down now; Don had to satisfy his brother too.
            He would use up the entire night doing so if need be.
TBC………………
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