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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
- 1
- 2
- 3
Ensuring Discipline

part 2
            To Donatello, the rest of the day following Leo’s ‘punishment’ was surreal.
            Leo hadn’t said anything to Don regarding not telling his brothers about his punishment, but he didn’t need to. If the shame hadn’t been enough to keep the genius’ mouth shut, Mike and Raph’s behavior certainly was. They seemed to be avoiding him, and any time Don accidently came across one of the two, they would flash him an insincere smile or give him a brief nod.
            It was almost as if there was some unspoken new rule about associating with the bad kid, and Don was currently holding down that role. As far as Leo’s behavior went, he seemed to be in high good humor for the remainder of the day. If he noticed that all three of his siblings were quieter than normal, he certainly didn’t act like it.
            Don spent as much time as he could inside his lab. Immediately upon leaving Leo’s room, the genius brother had made straight for the bathroom, where he had scrubbed out his mouth vigorously enough to bruise his gums. After gargling and brushing for a good thirty minutes, Don came to the conclusion that the bad taste that was still in his mouth was the psychological after effects of what had just happened to him.
            He was tempted to shove his finger down his throat to expel what he’d been forced to swallow, but Don was terribly afraid Leo would know he’d done that. The threat of a repeat performance was enough to make Don control his roiling stomach.
            Snagging a box of crackers from the kitchen along with a thermos filled with coffee, Don had made his escape to his sanctuary. Inside, he locked the door and collapsed into his chair, pouring the black liquid into his mug with a shaking hand.
            After he managed to drink half of it, he ripped open the cracker box, shredding the outer cardboard container in a fit of rage. Yanking open the inner plastic bag quickly, Don ignored the crackers that fell to the floor and began shoving the little salty squares into his mouth.
            Don could almost feel his brother’s seed sitting in his stomach, sickening him with shame. If he wasn’t allowed to expel it one way, he would soak it up with crackers and send it out of his body in the other direction.
            He stopped eating when he started to become slightly nauseous, fearful that he’d gone too far and his stomach would reject the contents on its own. Don’s hands were still shaking as he shoved the crackers aside, setting his arms on his desk and lowering his head onto them.
            Humiliation and betrayal became his overriding emotions then and hot tears leaked from his eyes.   He thought that there had to have been something he could do, some way to stop what had happened, but he hadn’t even seen any warning signs to start with.
            Don had felt a bit lost when Master Splinter had announced his intentions to use the Nexus portal to go on a journey of discovery, telling his children that they were old enough to care for themselves in his absence.
            Master Splinter had made it clear that Leonardo was now Master as well as leader, and that he expected the other three siblings to honor, obey, and respect Leonardo’s advanced position in the family.
            Their Father had spoken to each of them individually and Don had no idea what he’d said to the others. To Donatello, their Father had encouraged a continuation of the unfaltering support he’d always shown Leo. Master Splinter had said that there would certainly be difficulties as both Raph and Mikey tended towards a head strong attitude when it came to being told what to do, but that he expected Don to stand with the oldest in presenting a united front.
            Don had of course promised his sensei that he would fully support Leonardo and help in whatever way possible. There had been no mention of how long Master Splinter expected to be gone, and when Mikey had directly asked the question as their Father prepared to step into the portal, it had gone unanswered.
            Now Don wondered if Master Splinter had told Leo more about his plans, something that might lead the oldest to believe that their sensei would not be returning for a very long time; if ever. The fear that he might never see his Father again warred with the bitter fury of what had been done to him.
            After their Father’s departure, everything had seemed to fall into a normal routine. Raph behaved well, Mikey seemed a bit lost but compliant, and Leo maintained the schedule their sensei had put into place years previously.
            It wasn’t long though before Raph had begun to rebel in minor ways; leaving for hours without explanation, arguing over Leo’s decisions while on patrol, and second guessing their leader during practice. Don had tried to help by explaining to Raph that Leo’s new job was hard enough without that added pressure, but of course the hot head wouldn’t listen.
            Leo had met the rebellion in his usual way for about a week; their shouting matches echoing throughout the lair. Then suddenly Leo seemed to have found a new inner peace; he didn’t war with Raphael any longer, but began to pull him into private discussions to do what Leo called ‘furthering our understanding of one another’.
            Neither Mikey nor Don thought to ask what was happening because Raph’s personality did a swift one-eighty.    Whatever had occurred, Raph became the picture of perfect obedience.
            Next up was Mikey, whose bombastic disregard for rules wasn’t a rebellion but a laid-back character trait. When he showed up so late for practice one morning that he’d missed a good portion of it, Leo set him to work cleaning the floors.
            After that Mikey’s behavior changed drastically. He didn’t whine or complain about chores or practice, and he showed a focus during training that even Master Splinter couldn’t have obtained from the youngest.
            To Don it appeared that Leonardo had matured into his role as Master and had found the same inner strength and will-power that Master Splinter exuded over them. Donatello was happy for that; he wanted with all his heart for Leo to succeed because that was necessary in order to hold their family together.
            Don now knew that something had indeed happened to Leo and the genius was at a loss to understand it. Whatever it was, it had made their oldest brother do the unthinkable to Donatello.
            Later that evening a loud knock on his door caused Don to nearly fall off his chair. Crossing the room, he unlocked and opened the door to find Leo standing there, an inscrutable expression on his face.
            “You must be pretty busy,” Leo said, as though nothing unusual had happened earlier, “we haven’t seen much of you today. Dinner is in a half hour; I want us all to begin eating at least one meal together. Don’t be late.”
            The latter request was issued in a mild tone, but Don read much more into those words and nodded numbly. Leo turned to go but then stopped, spinning to face Don once more.
            “Donatello, I don’t want you to lock this door anymore,” Leo said. “We’re your family, there is no need to lock yourself away from us. Likewise, don’t lock your bedroom door or the one to the bathroom. I’ve asked the same of the others and they’ve assured me that they understand.”
            Swallowing, Don managed to reply, “Okay.”
            Leo gave him a satisfied smile and left. Closing the door, Don leaned against it, feeling weak kneed. His brother’s new rules seemed innocent enough, but Don thought he understood the repercussions that would come from a failure to comply.
            As prompt to the table as Don was, he found that both Mikey and Raph were already seated. The meal was a strange affair; the brothers talked but the conversation sounded stilted and forced except for Leo’s contributions. He seemed quite at ease and apparently didn’t notice that his siblings weren’t entirely comfortable.
            A couple of things Don noticed as they ate and wondered if he’d been so much in his own little world since sensei left that he could have been blind to them before. Mikey had begun eating his soup, slurping away as usual, until Leo glanced in his direction. Although the oldest said nothing, Mikey’s color seemed to change a little and he immediately became silent.
            Raph reached across the table for the bread basket, standing so he could get to it, when Leo suddenly cleared his throat. The effect on Raph was instantaneous; the hot head froze in place for a couple of seconds, then slowly sat back down. Once he was again seated, he politely asked to have the bread passed to him, which Leo did with a bright smile.
            Don picked at his food, not quite able to stomach dinner. He’d felt as though he were in a deep fog the entire day and the only thing he’d managed to ingest were crackers and coffee. Whenever he thought about why he’d been able to eat the crackers, his gut turned over on itself.
            “Donatello,” Leo said, his tone mild, “you need to eat something. Skipping meals is a bad habit and an improper diet is unhealthy. Finish what’s in your bowl.”
            From the words and delivery, one would think that Leo was only showing concern for his brother. When Don’s eyes briefly met his brother’s, he saw a strange dark resolve in them; an intangible warning that brooked no disagreement.
            “Of course Leo,” Don said quickly as he forced himself to swallow food that was, to him, totally tasteless.
            For days after Don’s punishment, the genius thought hard about what had occurred, his mind occupied with that almost to the exclusion of everything else. There was no explanation for the abrupt change in Leo’s character or temperament, no warning that something unusual was happening to him.
            The oldest had always worked hard to please his Father; harder than any of them. Don could understand it if Leo was driving himself because of a desire to show their sensei that he’d made a good decision in setting the mantle of leadership on Leo’s shoulders.
            But something very strange and horrible was happening and Don was at a loss to comprehend its root cause. The only thing that the genius knew for certain was that under no circumstances was he going to break one of Leo’s rules ever again.
            Another week passed and as far as Don could tell, no one was called in for a ‘private discussion’. That the younger three brothers were all on edge was easily felt but Leo acted as though everything was perfectly normal.
            Towards the end of that week Don began to notice that both Raph and Mikey were casting furtive glances in his direction. They were on speaking terms again, but their conversations lacked substance; it was like they were all going through the motions of the happy family.
            Don wanted desperately to ask why they had begun to look at him in such a pitying way but he was pretty sure they wouldn’t answer. It didn’t really take a genius to see that they were just as fearful of Leo as he now was.
            The pounding of a fist on Don’s bedroom door one morning pulled him out of a dreamless sleep. Startled to full wakefulness, he glanced at his clock and saw that it was still five minutes before the alarm was due to go off. Sitting up quickly, he verified that by looking across the room at the second alarm clock that he now used.
            Jumping out of bed, Don swiftly crossed the room and tugged on the door, looking down in surprise when it didn’t open. That was when he realized that it was locked.
            Turning the latch to unlock it, Don flung the door open and found Leo standing outside.
            The look on his oldest brother’s face was of an almost smug satisfaction. It was quickly replaced by a stern expression and Don felt his heart sink.
            “I thought I’d wake you so that you could maintain your perfect attendance record,” Leo said. “Having to pound on your door was an unpleasant surprise.”
            “I don’t remember . . . um, remember locking it,” Don said, his words faltering as he tried to recall the evening before.
            “I understand habits are difficult to break,” Leo said. “But you had over a week to establish new ones. You should have checked the door before crawling into bed.”
            Again Don sensed an underlying agenda in Leo’s attitude. With a distinct feeling that he was fighting a losing battle, Don attempted to defend himself.
            “Forgetting to leave my door unlocked is a pretty minor infraction, Leo,” Don said. “I’ve honestly been trying to adjust to your new rules.”
            “Minor infractions could have major consequences,” Leo said, his manner slightly superior. “A locked door is this household could easily lead to dangerous delays. We’ll discuss this further when practice is over. Grab your gear and come downstairs before you’re late.”
            Leo turned and left. Don stared at his retreating shell, his mind frozen in the ramifications of what that later discussion might entail. The sound of Leo humming pulled him out of his fugue and sent Don rushing to gather his things and proceed into practice before tardiness could also be held against him.
            Trying to concentrate during practice with the threat of a private discussion looming over his head was difficult. Leo scolded him several times, reminding him that focus was an essential part of his training. Don caught the look that passed between Raph and Mikey as the session progressed; his brothers somehow knew that Don had gotten into trouble again.
            It didn’t surprise Don that when practice was called, both of his younger brothers sped from the dojo as fast as they could.
            Don thought that if he took the initiative quickly, Leo might be content for their discussion to remain exactly that.
            “Look Leo, I know that I’ve disappointed you a couple of times and I really don’t want to continue doing that,” Don said in a rush. “Master Splinter asked me to give you my full support and I need you to know that you have it. Tell me what I can do to avoid making mistakes; maybe you have some pointers that would help me?”
            “Donny,” Leo said, looking complacent, “the best I can do is reiterate the necessity for complete obedience and provide you with reinforcement and guidance. Come upstairs.”
            “I don’t . . . I don’t think I d . . . deserve pu . . . punishment,” Don stammered hoarsely, starting to shake.
            “Of course you do,” Leo told him calmly. “Behaving petulantly will only make matters worse.”
            The urge to bolt was almost overwhelming. The only reasons Don didn’t run from the lair was that he had nowhere to go that he could call a permanent home and no way to hide from Leo, who was easily capable of tracking him down.
            In addition to that, the small smile on Leo’s face seemed to say he knew what Don was thinking. Don couldn’t outrun his brother and he couldn’t out fight him either.
            Shoulders slumped in defeat, “Yes . . . Master,” Don said, adding the honorific when he saw Leo begin to frown.
            Head down, Don trailed behind Leo like a lost pup. As he neared the staircase, Don cast a quick look around, halfheartedly wishing that his brothers would somehow interfere, but both were conveniently missing.
            Stepping into Leo’s bedroom felt like walking into the lion’s den and the snapping of the lock reminded him he was now caged. Hands clenched into fists at his side, Don waited for Leo to sit on the bed.
            Instead his brother came around in front of him and held out his hand. “Give me your bo staff.”
            Don slowly slipped the bo from its place on his carapace and handed it over. As Leo stepped away to lean it against the wall, he said over his shoulder, “On your knees, Donatello.”
            The words were such an echo from the ones indelibly stamped on his memory that Don’s legs practically gave out from under him as he lowered himself down. He could feel Leo’s gaze boring into him and when his brother stopped in front of him again, Don could see a brightly avaricious fire burning in them.
            For several moments Leo simply studied Don, his head tilted slightly to one side. Then his head straightened and he sighed.
            “Do you want this family to stay together, Donatello?” Leo asked.
            Don blinked up at him. “Yes, of course.”
            “Do you want for us to stay strong?” Leo was watching Don through narrowed eyes.
            “Leo, this isn’t necessary,” Don spluttered. “It’s too much. You have to st . . . .”
            “The only way we’re going to achieve those things is through discipline,” Leo said, overriding Don’s protests. “Master Splinter understood discipline and instilled it into us when we were children. He maintained that control because we’d learned the habit of obeying him. You have to be taught to obey me now; without debate and without argument.”
            Don had started to shake, his mind blank and heavy. Still he managed to say, “There has to be other ways . . . .”
            “I’m not trying to hurt you, Donny,” Leo interrupted smoothly, reaching out to stroke his brother’s cheek. “But you’re going to learn one way or the other that my commands are law.”
            Leo’s hand slipped off Don’s face as he moved away from his brother, walking over to the desk that stood against one wall. Don turned his head to watch, trying to see what his brother was pulling out of one of the drawers, but Leo shielded it with his body.
            When Leo came back towards Don, both of his hands were behind his back. Stepping in front of Don once more, Leo brought one of his hands forward and dropped something on the floor in front of his brother.
            Don didn’t want to see what his brother had brought over to him, but his head seemed attached to an invisible string as it drifted downwards against Don’s will. He closed his eyes to avoid looking; pressing his still tight fists against his thighs until it was painful.
            “Donny,” Leo murmured, a dangerous edge to his voice.
            Unable to control his quivering, Don’s eyes snapped open. On the floor lay a large tube, bearing the label ‘anal lubricant’.
            “No~o,” Don moaned, unable to help the fear that was making his heart hammer in his chest.
            “Shut up!” Leo snapped at him. “I can see now that part of our education has been sorely lacking. Master Splinter did not understand the depravity of the modern world and so did not teach us about the tortures we might someday face. This seems a good time to combine your punishment with a first lesson in that regard.”
            “No one has ever threatened to do something like this to us,” Don whispered hoarsely.
            “Not yet,” Leo said. “I’d say we’ve been extremely lucky.”
            Leo presented his other hand for Don’s inspection. In it he held a large rubber dildo, in a green color that almost matched Leo’s exactly.
            Don could feel hysterical laughter trying to bubble up from this throat. Never in his wildest imaginings, if his mind had even wandered into this kind of territory, would he have expected Leonardo to know about sex toys. He absolutely wouldn’t have expected his brother to have found a way to acquire one, and certainly not one of such a specific color.
            His heart was pounding so rapidly in his chest that Don thought it might explode and he rather wished it would. He couldn’t remember ever being this afraid of anything that had ever happened to them, and that included becoming slaves on a distant planet.
            When Don didn’t move, Leo leaned down and grabbed one of his brother’s arms, lifting it and pressing the dildo against his clenched fist. Wordlessly, Don unfurled his fingers and felt the soft yet firm toy settle on his palm.
            “I realize you have no experience, so I’m going to tell you what to do,” Leo said, his voice dipping to a lower tone. “Apply a liberal amount of the lubricant to the working end of that dildo, and when I say liberal, I want you to keep in mind that more is better in this situation. When you are done, I want you to lift your tail and press the dildo into your anus.”
            “Please Leo,” Don begged in a choked voice. “Don’t make me do this. It isn’t like you to force us to do things that are immoral.”
            “What isn’t like me, dear brother, is allowing disobedience to spiral out of my control,” Leo said, his voice as cutting as a blade. “You will do exactly what I tell you to do because you know as well as I the penalties for disloyalty to your clan.”
            Taking up the lubricant, Don flipped the cap open awkwardly and squeezed some of the contents onto the dildo. Setting the lube aside, Don spread the substance onto the toy, trying to spread it evenly and thickly.
            Don was trembling uncontrollably as he brought the dildo around to his backside. It took every bit of strength to coax his tail out of the way; the appendage instinctively lowering into a protective barrier.
            Touching the smooth tip to his entrance, Don inhaled deeply to try and stop his hand from shaking so badly. He pushed the dildo in slowly, coaxing it past the tight ring of muscle that barricaded the opening to his passageway.
            The toy was of a fairly decent size and it hurt. Don hissed and stopped moving, tears stinging the corners of his eyes from both pain and the frustration of having been forced into this situation.
            “Apply more lubricant,” Leo told him.
            Don didn’t acknowledge his brother beyond removing the dildo and spreading an additional dollop of lubricant across the tip. He knew Leo was watching his every movement; Don could feel the heat coming off Leo’s body and smell the pheromones his brother was exuding.
            Squeezing his eyes shut so tightly that little pinpoints of light flashed behind the lids, Don pushed the freshly slicked toy into his body. When it was all the way in, Don panted and shook, the overwhelmingly full feeling adding a vague discomfort to the mildly burning sensation of being stretched in such a manner.
            He started to move his hand but Leo shifted forward and grabbed his shoulder. “Keep your hand there; I want you to hold that toy exactly where it is. Don’t allow it to slip out.”
            Don swallowed and nodded, not trusting himself to attempt an answer. Leo stroked his shoulder for a moment and then stepped back again.
            “We aren’t finished,” Leo said huskily.
            A low moan escaped before Don could stop it. “L . . . Leo, please!”
            “I told you the last time that another infraction would be dealt with a bit more harshly,” Leo reminded him. “You have a free hand that is nicely lubricated. Coax yourself out of hiding.”
            Don’s eyes snapped open and he stared at his brother in dismay. “I can’t! Not like this!”
            “For someone so intelligent, you show an amazing innocence,” Leo practically purred. “This is why I didn’t let you remove your new toy. Get a firm grip on the end and thrust it in and out of yourself. While you do that, rub your thumb along the side of your cock. I really shouldn’t have to tell you how to masturbate, Donatello.”
            “You . . . you’re watching . . . .” Don began and stopped.
            “Yes I am,” Leo said. “I expect to be obeyed in this as in all things. I want you to masturbate for me, Donny. I want to watch you screw yourself with that dildo while you stroke your cock until you climax. Those are very basic instructions from your Master. Carry them out.”
            With something close to a sob, Don began to do as Leo ordered. Pulling the dildo partway out, he pushed it back in again. Leo moved around to stand next to him and Don knew it was so his brother could have an unobstructed view of both of Don’s hands.
            Rubbing against the slit in his plastron with his thumb, Don concentrated on the feeling of friction in that sensitive region as he tried to ignore everything else around him. Sliding his thighs further apart made the manipulations easier and had the added bonus of relaxing his rectum.
            Maintaining his focus on his lower regions, Don started to feel his cock coming to life. His thumb caressed his hidden shaft until it grew large enough to require freedom and he grasped it in his slick hand once it made an appearance.
            Don began stroking himself in time with the movement of the dildo, rocking slightly with the rhythm. A churr built in his chest and he allowed it to escape so that he could hang onto the illusion that this was for his own pleasure alone.
            The fantasy was short lived as an answering churr from his brother reminded Don that he had an audience. By then the pressure in his groin was great enough that he didn’t care who was watching.
            “Faster, Don,” Leo urged gutturally. “Harder.”
            Don suddenly felt Leo grab his arm and shove hard enough to bury the dildo further inside of him than Don had yet to go. The toy hit something in Don’s interior that made him grunt in surprise; the strange tingling sensation traveling straight to his cock.
            Leo released his arm and leaned down to whisper against Don’s head, “Again.”
            Repeating the maneuver, Don managed to hit the same spot and he shook as the intense pleasure shot into his system. Mouth open, Don tilted his head back as he pulled himself closer and closer to the edge of release.
            Something tapped against his lower lip and Don’s eyes fluttered open. Standing directly in front of him, Leo’s cock was out and darkly needy.
            “You know what to do,” Leo said.
            With a deep moan that was a mixture of disgust at his actions and the building need in his body, Don tipped his head forward, his open mouth accepting the slide of his brother’s cock. Leo’s hands trapped Don’s skull and held it firmly in place as he used the warm, wet orifice for his own pleasure.
            Thrusting forward with his hips, Leo drove into Don’s mouth over and over, his churrs loudly denoting his intense enjoyment. Don continued to masturbate, his legs trembling as he jammed the dildo into his own ass, striking his prostate with a purpose.
            The groans and churrs that Don contributed to the sounds of debauchery were trapped in his throat as Leo’s cock moved inside his mouth.
            “Cum for me, Donny,” Leo whispered past panting breaths. “Show me how much you love this lesson.”
            Shuddering with self-loathing, Don tipped over into his climax. As he shook and moaned around Leo’s cock, Don continued to fuck himself with the dildo, afraid to stop until Leo gave him permission to do so.
            “Good, so good,” Leo growled, a deeply feral sound that made Don brace himself.
            Within seconds, Leo’s heated shaft expanded and the oldest began ramming his cock into Don’s mouth at a frenetic pace. With a hoarse cry, Leo orgasmed, spraying his load down his brother’s throat.
            Leo’s cock was too far in and Don started to gag as the warm juices flooded his mouth. He began pulling against Leo’s hands frantically, making tiny whimpering sounds as he struggled.
            It took a second for Leo to realize what was happening. When he did, he pulled back slightly, allowed Don to breathe and to swallow. Leo didn’t remove his cock until the last of the tiny microbursts from his orgasm faded, coating Don’s tongue thickly.
            Don’s hand fell away from his own diminished erection. He continued to move the dildo inside himself, but his eyes were closed as Leo eased away from his mouth.
            “You may stop fucking yourself,” Leo said. “Push the dildo all the way in and leave it.”
            “Yes Master,” Don said automatically, his mind having shut down. He carefully pushed the rubber sex toy as far into his anal passage as he could and then let go of it.
            “Open your eyes, Donatello,” Leo said smoothly.
            When Don’s eyes fluttered open, he saw his brother’s limp cock was still just inches from his face.
            “I’m sticky,” Leo told him. “Clean me off so I can tuck myself away.”
            Don nodded once before placing his tongue on Leo’s cock and laving it completely. Leo hummed in satisfaction as he waited; his thumbs rubbing lightly along Don’s cheeks as he continued to hold his brother’s head in place.
            Releasing Don finally, Leo adroitly tucked his cock back into hiding. Without Leo’s tight grip keeping him upright, Don almost fell forward, managing to just catch himself. He was breathing hard still; system completely overloaded by his brother’s depravity.
            Leo stepped away from him for a second and then came back with a wet cloth.
            “Wipe yourself off; just the front, but do not tuck yourself in,” Leo told him. “And then clean my floor. I don’t want to see the mess you’ve made.”
            Don felt a hot flush sweep up from his neck into his face as he quickly wiped his plastron and thighs, cleaning his hands in the process. Leaning forward, he carefully scrubbed all traces of his semen from the floor.
            Leo walked around behind him and stood waiting, the sound of his tapping foot filling Don with a new dread.
            “I’m finished, Master,” Don said when he was done.
            “Very good. Set the cloth aside and place your forearms on the floor,” Leo ordered.
            Uncertainty filled Don as he teetered on his knees, fearful of what further punishment he would be made to endure.
            “I’m waiting,” Leo said, his voice so coldly calculating it shook Don out of his immobility.
            Stretching forward, Don shifted his weight onto his arms, leaving his rear end as the highest point of his body.
            “Spread your legs,” Leo instructed, stepping between Donatello’s outstretched calves when his younger brother complied.
            Don’s fists were clenched so tightly again that they were beginning to become numb. He could feel the heat from Leo’s breath touch his rear and his tail flattened across his opening in response.
            Leo’s fingers closed over Don’s tail and he lifted the appendage high into the air. For another moment, nothing else happened, and Don suppressed the urge to put his forehead on the floor.
            Suddenly Leo’s other hand closed around Don’s exposed penis, causing the younger turtle to gasp and flinch in reaction. Leo squeezed firmly, not enough to be painful, but it was enough of a warning to still Don’s movements.
            “This belongs to me,” Leo said, his words firm and succinct.
            Carefully massaging his brother’s cock, Leo said, “Your tail also belongs to me. If I tell you to lift it, you will do so. Don’t make me have to fight with it again.”
            “I . . . I won’t, Master,” Don croaked.
            Leo let go of Don’s tail and with every bit of willpower he had, Don kept it in the raised position Leo had placed it in. Don felt Leo’s fingertips graze the area around his anus and then the dildo moved, sliding partway out and then grinding into him again.
            “Your ass is mine as well,” Leo informed him, pulling, pushing, and twisting the dildo inside of Don’s anal passage. “Next time you disobey a command or break a rule, I want you to remember that.”
            With a hard shove, Leo slammed the dildo into his brother and tightened his grip on Don’s painfully sensitive shaft. “Do you understand me?”
            “Yes, Master,” Don choked out with a sob.
            “I can’t hear you,” Leo said, yanking the dildo back and plunging it forward again.
            “Yes, Master!” Don all but shouted.
            Apparently satisfied, Leo relinquished his hold on Don’s cock and pulled the dildo all of the way out of him.
            “You may lift one hand and tuck yourself in,” Leo said.
            Don’s hand shook as he placed he sore penis back into its protective pocket. He heard Leo’s door being opened and prayed that neither of his other siblings would walk past and see him.
            “You are dismissed, Donatello,” Leo said. “You may stand up once you are out of my room.”
            Swallowing heavily, Don began crawling backwards on his hands and knees. Once he crossed the threshold of Leo’s room, his brother shut the door in his face.
TBC……………..
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