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The Pain Game	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4704 -:- 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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            “Mikey, stop!” Raph repeated, edging closer to the door. “Stop dammit!”

            It was only the fact that Raph obviously meant to bolt from the room if Mikey didn’t do as he said that kept the youngest from marching right up to his brother. Shaking from the physical reaction to his sudden jealous flair-up, Mikey stood stock still in the center of the room, his fists clenched and hanging at his sides.

            “When?” Mikey asked from between gritted teeth. “When were you and Leo together?”

            “When . . . what?” Raph asked with real surprise. “Never!”

            Since it was obvious that Raphael hadn’t expected Mikey’s reaction, the youngest paused to examine his feelings. He’d been so sure that everything Leo had said to him about Raph, the way Leo had been acting, and how they’d been so secretive in the dojo, had meant that Leo was laying a claim to the hot head.

            “Leo told me you guys were inseparable when we were younger,” Mikey said slowly.

            “Inseparable and together ain’t the same thing, Mikey,” Raph said. “Geez, are ya’ actually jealous of old Fearless?”

            “I’m jealous of anybody that gets close to you,” Mikey blurted. Realizing how that sounded, Mikey passed a shaky hand across his forehead and said, “Dude, I’m sorry. I don’t wanna turn into one of those weird stalker types you see in scary movies. I told you this is new to me.”

            “You have to learn to control that,” Raph said adamantly. “That’s something you have to understand right now, Mikey. This . . . this room is a secret. My secret. Maybe our secret. It don’t work if ya’ can’t learn to hide things.”

            “Is that why you bit me?” Mikey asked. “To see if I knew how to keep anyone from finding out?”

            “I bit ya’ because I wanted to,” Raph said, his voice suddenly deeper, more dangerous sounding.

            The tone was almost hypnotic, seeming to drift in waves across Mikey’s skin, setting off primitive warning signals that touched the core of his being. Instincts that should have been telling him to cut and run were instead bathing in the prospect of erotic torment.

            “Raph . . . .” Mikey moaned, needing more.

            Before either could continue down that path, the shell cell in Raph’s belt beeped, breaking the spell. Raph visibly shook his head, grabbing the phone to look at it and away from Mikey.

            There was a second beep and Raph said, “Leo and Don coding in. We’d better do the same.”

            He punched in a series of numbers and then tossed the phone to Mikey. “Hit star six before ya’ enter your code. I set it up so the code will look like it’s coming from your shell cell.”

            Mikey did as he was told, marveling at the level of detail Raph had gone to in order to have a private conversation with him. Amend that, he thought as he threw the phone back to Raph. A private and very delicate conversation.

            It was time for some straight answers. Not understanding everything that was going on around him was part of the reason that Mikey was having uncharacteristic fits of temper and jealousy. Mikey didn’t know how much time Raph’s subterfuge would buy them and he wasn’t going to take chances on not getting to ask his questions.

            “How much does Leo know and how did he find out?” Mikey asked firmly. “What am I going to have to deal with?”

            Rubbing a hand across his face, Raph said, “Damn, I had this all worked out in my head. I was gonna tell ya’ my secret and leave fucking Leo out of it. But I guess I can’t, not if I don’t wanna be hiding things from ya’ for the rest of our lives. Whatever we decide to do after we leave this room, it can’t involve keeping things from each other.”

            “It’s an issue of trust, right Raph?” Mikey asked, his tone softer. “Me trusting you and you trusting yourself.”

            A look of pain marred Raph’s features as he said, “’Cause I lost it once and almost killed ya’ with a pipe.”

            “That happened back when we were going through a lot of changes,” Mikey reminded him. “We met our first human, we had to move because of Stockman’s mousers, and you and Leo were disagreeing about stuff like, every day. You were frustrated and I didn’t help by jacking with you all the time.”

            Raph shook his head. “I still shouldn’t have done that to you, not to you.”

            “Remember what you asked me when that happened? You asked me if I thought I was better than you,” Mikey said, another light bulb going off in his head. “That wasn’t about me beating you while we were sparring, was it? That was whatever happened with you and Leo coming through.”

            Releasing a long sigh, Raph said, “You and your freakish insight. Let me tell this from the beginning, okay? It’s the only way it’s gonna make sense.” He didn’t wait for Mikey’s agreement as he plunged on. “Like I said, when we were kids I spent a lot of time messing with ya’. Couldn’t seem to help myself. Ya’ didn’t run off crying the way human kids on TV do though, ya’ pushed back but ya’ never got really mad at me.

            “Then we started growing up. At some point, I ain’t exactly sure when, the fun I got out of tormenting ya’ turned into a need. I couldn’t go a day without being physical with ya’. I started dreaming up new ways to torture ya’ and that led to me lying in bed fantasizing about stuff and wondering how far you’d let me go.

            “I wanted to do things to ya’, Mikey. Stuff that got into my head somehow like dark visions. Daydreaming about that shit made me squirmy, made my gut heat up until I got so turned on I was sporting a woody under my shell and trying to keep anyone from noticing.”

            “How . . . how old?” Mikey asked in a dazed whisper.

            “Twelve, maybe thirteen,” Raph answered. “The hard core training Master Splinter was putting us through helped take the edge off but it didn’t make it go away. There were times I jabbed my sai clean through the practice dummy ‘cause I was so wound up.”

            He snorted a derisive laugh. “Don would probably say it was a substitute for my dick. Shit, maybe it was. I’ll leave that psychobabble to him. I got one frame of reference and that’s me. All I know is that controlling myself was getting harder and harder. It was about then that Leo turned into Splinter Junior and started jumping between you and me and saying I needed to control my temper.”

            Shrugging, Raph continued, “It wasn’t temper though and I knew it. Pissed off angry was what happened whenever Leo got in my face. That feeling wasn’t nothing like the one I got around you. I’m pretty sure at first Leo thought it was the same; that you were an easy target for me and that’s the only reason I was hurting ya’.”

            “So he was playing protective big brother?” Mikey asked. “I didn’t realize that and I sure as shell didn’t need him to do that.”

            “Don’t I know it,” Raph said, a corner of his lip lifting and taking a few lines of stress from his face. “Ya’ give as good as ya’ get, always have.”

            “So how did Leo figure out the differences in your feelings?” Mikey asked, knowing he was getting close to the core of Raph’s problem with their older brother.

            “Puberty.” Raph laughed, a faraway look in his eyes. “Fucking puberty. Hit me hard. Probably worse than it hit the rest of ya’. Wasn’t just stuff like waking up in the morning with a stiff dick or in a puddle of my own jizz. It wrapped around those needs of mine and turned them into urges, ones I could hardly handle. One night they got the better of me.”

            When he paused, Mikey licked his lips, ignoring the hammering heartbeat in his chest to ask in a raspy undertone, “How?”

            Raph’s gaze was out of focus, his mind turned inward as he relived a past experience. “Even though Leo and I were fighting more often than not, we still spent a lot of time together practicing. One night after the rest of ya’ had gone to bed, me and him met up in the dojo to spar, ‘cause neither of us could sleep.

            “Leo was stressing about being the perfect ninja ‘cause Master Splinter had made him leader. Me, I was having those thoughts again and earlier that day Leo had pulled me off of ya’ after I’d forced ya’ up against the kitchen counter.”

            Blinking rapidly, Mikey said, “I remember that! You lifted me off my feet and my head connected with one of the upper cabinets. I was seeing stars.”

            “Yeah, it was that day,” Raph said, continuing to look back in time. “I was still ticked at him for butting in but I was trying not to show it, ‘cause I knew he’d take advantage of my temper to get me even more out of balance. He’s good at that mental shit.

            “After a couple of throws I suddenly realized that I’d gotten stronger than him. I could tell he was trying to adjust his fighting style because we weren’t evenly matched in the power department anymore.

            “I don’t know what the fuck crawled into my head. It was partly this thrill that now I had an edge over him and then right on top of that the frustration from his always being in the way.

            “He came at me low, moving fast for my legs, and instead of dodging I rushed him like a damn linebacker. I hit him with a lot more force than I should have and took him right down to the mat.

            “It knocked the air out of him but Leo still tried for my pressure points to get me off of him and I grabbed his arms and forced them down on the mat. I was straddling his hips, my weight pinning him, and he knew damn well he didn’t have no place to go.”

            Mikey listened in fascination, the image spinning in his mind almost as if he’d been there to witness the scene. His mouth had dropped open to form a small ‘O’ and he was barely remembering to inhale, afraid the sound of his own breathing would make him miss something.

            Raph’s eyes glittered as he went on. “He tried to tap out. I felt his wrist move under my hand and I answered by grinding both of his wrists into the floor. His eyes got big and he was staring at me like he’d never seen me before. I dug my knees into his outer thighs and despite his best efforts, Leo let a little grunt of pain escape his mouth.

            “I knew I was hurting him and I didn’t care. I got excited by it, by that feeling of control, by punishing Leo for constantly being in the way of the things I wanted.

            “It was the first time I ever let that genie out of the box and I couldn’t fucking stuff it back in. I could feel myself getting hard and I started rocking my pelvis back and forth, rubbing myself against Leo and just staring down at his face. He was moving under me the whole time, writhing on the ground like a trapped cat who’s twisting every which way to get free.

            “I had this sudden urge to wrap my hand around his throat and let loose of one of his wrists so I could do just that. As soon as my fingers closed on his neck, my cock dropped down and it was heavy and solid as a damn rock.

            “I was so focused on getting off on Leo’s pain that I forgot how dangerous he can be. It took about two seconds for the feeling to return to his free hand and the next thing I knew, the whole right side of my body went numb.”

            “He’s the master of pressure points,” Mikey murmured, still mesmerized by the tale.

            “He sure the fuck is,” Raph said with a grimace. “He shoved me off of him and jumped to his feet faster than I could say my first cuss word. I was on my side on the mat, trying to at least lift myself into a sitting position, with my dick hanging out and still at half-mast.

            “I ain’t ever gonna forget the look on his face. If I was a piece of shit clinging to the underside of a rotted pig stuck inside a filthy trash can Leo couldn’t have looked more disgusted. Just seeing his expression made my cock shrivel up and pull back into hiding.”

            Raph’s attention turned fully back to his brother again, the self-loathing obvious on his face. “No way am I gonna repeat everything he said to me, but it was damn close to what I said to ya’ in tunnel, only without the curse words. He figured out right then that what I did to him didn’t have anything to do with desire for him. It was all about opportunity and the fact that he’d pissed me off.”

            Staring hard at Mikey, Raph’s voice cracked slightly as he said, “I didn’t want him Mikey, ya’ gotta believe that. I’ve never wanted him or Donny or anybody else. Just you little brother. And in that moment, Leo knew it.”

            “I believe you, Raph,” Mikey told him, swallowing hard.

            “Leo made me promise not to act on my desires,” Raph said. “He made me swear it. He told me to control my demons or he’d control them for me. I didn’t have much of a voice at that point, not with his eyes tearing holes in my soul, but I had to ask how he thought he’d do that.

            “He said he’d tell Master Splinter. Just like that, no emotion at all. He said, ‘I’ll tell Father what you’ve become’. Like I was hiding some monster inside of me. I suppose I was. He stormed out of the dojo and left me sitting there. I was too petrified to move for a couple of hours, thinking he’d change his mind about keeping it to himself and go straight to Sensei.

            “I knew, deep down knew, that if Master Splinter found out, he’d send me away. Leo understood exactly how that threat would affect me.”

            “That wasn’t fair,” Mikey said, feeling a sudden outrage for his passionate brother.

            “Yeah well, Leo fights with the weapons he’s got, you know that as well as I do,” Raph said with a shrug. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t resent having him hold that over my head. Bad enough he was lording it over us with the whole ninja leader shit, but every time we had a disagreement, I could almost hear him taunting me with the fact he knew my secret.

            “Then just when I think I’m burying those needs by keeping my hands off of ya’, the whole thing turns around and ya’ started pranking me. I did okay with that ‘cause I could pop ya’ one in retaliation and then stop. Since it wasn’t me starting anything, Leo didn’t pay much attention to it and Master Splinter just thought it was sibling horseplay.”

            “I started worrying about Master Splinter too,” Mikey acknowledged. “These last few days I’ve been trying to get you to, you know, hurt me ‘cause I liked it, but I didn’t wanna do anything that would alert sensei that I wanted my own brother.”

            “Welcome to my prison,” Raph said facetiously. “Mikey, that time with the pipe, that was frustration just like ya’ said. But it was more than that too. That was me always holding back, always afraid to give it my all when we got into it. Always hearing Leo’s voice in my head telling me ya’ was too good for me. It all boiled to a head and I snapped. Only it wasn’t you I was holding a pipe over; it wasn’t you I was seeing at that moment. It was Leo.

            “When him and Donny pulled me off of ya’, I freaked out. That incident reinforced what Leo said to me, that I have to contain myself because I’m sick and twisted and dishonorable. I shouldn’t have repeated that to ya’ in the tunnel, but seeing ya’ react to pain exactly the same way I do to dishing it out scared the fuck out of me. If you’d let Leo see that, he would have fucked with your brain the way he fucked with mine. Or blamed it on me and gone through with his threat.”

            “None of that’s gonna happen,” Mikey said decisively. “I’m not afraid of his threats. I’ve been thinking about this and I don’t believe that what I want, what turns me on, is wrong. I like it, it makes me feel alive.”

            Raph held up a hand, making Mikey pause. “You’re thinking from the receiving point of view, bro’. From the side of things that can only get hurt, not from the side that dishes it out.”

            “You worried you can’t stay in command of yourself?” Mikey asked, frowning. “Well I think you can. I think there’ve been plenty of times when you could have hurt me bad but didn’t and besides, I can take it. I know how to keep you from going too far. I know how to give you what you need so you don’t have bad thoughts.”

            “Do ya’ understand, really understand, what it is you’re asking of me? The demons, as Leo calls them, they’ve gotten stronger. That’s why I got this place a year ago, so I’d have somewhere to go when an urge hit that I couldn’t master. What if I lose it? What if I grow rash or careless? I could do more than just hurt ya’,” Raph said, almost pleading for Mikey’s comprehension.

            “We’ll set up ground rules,” Mikey said, refusing to let Raph change his mind. “We’ll use words that will snap you out of it. I can always yell ‘Master Splinter’s coming’.”

            Raph laughed shakily. “That’d probably stop me all right.”

            Not the kind to let go of something when it was nearly in his grasp, Mikey wore his most serious expression as he said, “Raphael, I want you to do things to me.”

            Flicking a tongue across his lips, Raph indicated the cedar chests and said, “Ya’ look in those chests before ya’ decide that. Ya’ look in them and think about what ya’ see. I’m gonna wait up top while ya’ do. Don’t take long; Leo might think he needs to check on us or Don might get suspicious and figure out what I did with the shell cells. Key’s in the lock, make sure ya’ secure the door when ya’ leave.”

            Mikey wanted to argue the point; wanted to explore his own needs for Raph right then, but before he could try to get him to stay, his brother was out the door.

            Turning slowly, Mikey eyed the two chests. Debating which to open first, he opted for the one nearest him, which was at the foot of the bed.

            Walking over to it, Mikey stared at the top for a second. Despite his overwhelming curiosity to know what was inside, Mikey found that his hands were trembling.

            “Stupid,” Mikey muttered under his breath. “How are you gonna convince Raph that you’re brave enough to handle him when you don’t have the guts to look at his secrets?”

            With no further hesitation, he lifted the hasp and flung the top back. Nesting inside were a myriad of unfamiliar objects along with a handful of things he either recognized or immediately knew what they were intended for.

            Everything looked clean and unused, though Raph had said he looked at them when his urges got too strong. How simply looking at them helped, Mikey didn’t know.

            Until he reached inside and lifted out a small whip with nine knotted thongs attached to the grip. Flipping his wrist experimentally, Mikey lashed his own thigh and the resultant sting made him gasp.

            Shuddering at the unexpected rush of pleasure, Mikey dropped the whip into the chest. In the back of his mind was Raph’s warning to hurry, but Mikey couldn’t resist the need to burrow into the chest, lifting and examining a few more of the objects as he tried to guess their uses.

            There were different types of gags, leather harnesses, various restraint devices that he had no idea how to work, multiple cylindrical items made of plastic and rubber, candles in different colors, paddles, and masks.

            It took intense will-power for Mikey to close the chest’s top. He was glad at that moment for his ninja training, which kept him aware of the passage of time and the need to get on with it.

            As he took the few steps required to reach the second chest, Mikey ignored the heat growing in his belly and the tightening of his shell. Kneeling in front of the chest next to the bed, Mikey unhooked the hasp, planted both palms on the top, and pushed it open.

            A row of magazines and paperback books met his gaze. Randomly choosing a magazine, Mikey held it so that it fell open at will. The page he saw depicted a young man tied down and splayed openly across a bed, red stripes crisscrossing his pale skin. Next to the bed stood a man dressed completely in leather, his head and face covered, holding a leather strap in one hand.

            Breathing heavily through his mouth, Mikey replaced the magazine and pushed the paper goods aside so he could look beneath them. Layered under the reading material were coils of rope of varying sizes and materials. Scattered amongst them were tubes of lubricant.

            Sure that he’d fully explored that chest, Mikey was about to close it when he spotted something solid looking between the coils of rope. Reaching past them, his hand closed over an object made of cloth.

            Because it was soft and malleable, Mikey had no problem extracting it from the chest. As it unfolded so that Mikey could see what it was, he almost choked.

            A cloth dummy of nearly his same height and size sprang fully open, its arms out to its sides and legs spread wide. Across the face was one of his orange masks and inside the eyes were blue dots that matched the color of his irises.

            Mikey was vaguely aware of the discomfort of his trapped erection as he scanned what was clearly meant as his stand-in from top to bottom. There were tell-tale stains along its length, leaving very little to the imagination as to how they’d gotten there.

            Now he knew why Raph had fled the room after turning the chest exploration over to his younger brother. Raph was fearful of Mikey’s reaction to what he was going to find and perhaps just as fearful that knowing Raph wanted to use him in so many perverse ways, Mikey would chastise him as Leo had done.

            Returning the dummy to the chest, Mikey closed it with a thud and rose to his feet. After taking a few faltering steps towards the door, Mikey had to stop to catch his breath and talk his spiraling arousal down from dangerous heights.

            Once he was sure his system was under control, Mikey strode the rest of the way to the door, exiting the room and locking it up as Raph had requested.

            Heading back the way he’d come with his brother, Mikey thought about what he now knew of Raph, and Leo, and himself. Though he wasn’t sure what their next step should be, he was absolutely positive about one thing.

            Mikey knew that he couldn’t stop now. No matter what Raph said, no matter his dire warnings, Mikey wanted Raph to use the things in those chests on him.

TBC……………
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