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The Pain Game	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Pain Game
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39 Final
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Just as Mikey felt Raph’s teeth begin to dig into his skin, the sound of the elevator startled them both. In the time it took Mikey to open his eyes, Raph had dashed back over to his motorcycle.
Mikey knew he was in no condition to try to escape, his cock half hard and bulging beneath his lower plates. Thinking fast, he hopped onto the table and grabbed the container of leather conditioner, tossing a shop towel across his lap in the same swift movement.
By the time the elevator doors opened and Leo stepped through, Mikey was studiously examining the container’s label and Raph was once again rubbing down the seat of his motorcycle.
Furtively glancing at his oldest brother, Mikey saw Leo pause to stare at them, his expression grim, before finally striding in their direction.
“Yo Mikey, splash some of that conditioner on a rag and toss it over here,” Raph said, lifting a hand in Mikey’s direction.
It took less than a second for Mikey to understand and react, popping open the container’s top and spreading a large dollop of conditioner onto the shop towel. The smell was strong and effectively wiped out the scent of arousal, exactly as Raph had known it would.
Leaning forward, Mikey threw the towel at Raph’s outstretched hand and watched as his brother deftly grabbed it out of the air. By that time Leo had drawn close to them and Mikey’s burgeoning erection had deflated under the fear of being caught by him.
“Hey Leo, what’s up?” Mikey asked in as nonchalant a manner as he could manage. “How’s Master Splinter?”
“Father is well,” Leo replied, his eyes raking over Mikey before his head turned in Raph’s direction. “I came to tell you two that it’s time for dinner.”
“Peachy,” Raph said, vigorously rubbing conditioner into the motorcycle seat.
Leo continued to stare at Raph who just as studiously ignored him. The tableau held for a good thirty seconds before Leo said, “Now.”
Raph’s growl was low and dangerous. Without looked up, he said very distinctly, “Fuck. Off.”
The tone as much as the words themselves made Leo stiffen. It was clear to Mikey at that point that Leo hadn’t merely come up to the garage to tell them to report for dinner or even to check on them. He’d come with an agenda, possibly an ultimatum of some sort, upon learning that Mikey and Raph were alone together in the garage. His opening salvo was something he had to know would aggravate his hot headed brother.
Mikey was not ready for that to happen. He was still working on gaining Master Splinter’s support and he didn’t want any of this to come out into the open until he had that and possibly had also given Don an inkling of the situation in order to win his sympathy.
Four of them against Leo’s prejudices was a shell of a lot better than Raph and Leo facing off with Mikey caught in the middle.
Jumping down from the table, Mikey placed himself directly in Leo’s line of sight, cutting off his view of Raph. “Let’s go down, I’m starving. If Raph doesn’t make it to the table on time that means more food for me.”
He said it in exactly the tone he usually used when trying to tease and annoy Raph. A small frown creased Leo’s forehead, his eyes drawn to Mikey as his focus shifted. It was clear that he’d expected Mikey to either take no part in his confrontation with Raph or to come to Raph’s aid.
It helped that Raph continued to purposely disregard both of them.
“Don made stew,” Leo said, relaxing just a little. “There’s plenty.”
“Guess that means he was experimenting with ingredients again,” Mikey said, taking a step in Leo’s direction to get him moving towards the elevator. “Wonder what he decided would taste good together this time.”
“I’m sure it will be delicious,” Leo said magnanimously, walking alongside Mikey.
“Yeah, to those of us who get some of it,” Mikey said, raising his voice a little. He made sure that Leo saw him turn his head and stick his tongue out at Raphael.
On the way down in the elevator, Leo asked, “What’s his problem?”
Mikey shrugged. “Cabin fever, dude. He got all stressed over Master Splinter not feeling well. Now he’s wound up and full of nervous energy. I’m kinda thinking you are too, coming up there and trying to start something with him.”
“That was not what I was doing,” Leo protested.
“Sure you weren’t,” Mikey said sarcastically, throwing a perceptive glance in Leo’s direction. “It was pure chance that made your announcement sound like a really rude command.”
Leo didn’t seem to have a response to that, which was fine by Mikey because they’d reached the lair. Both Don and Master Splinter were seated at the table waiting for them, a large tureen of stew in its center
An even bigger pot sat on the stove top, steam curling out of it. Mikey gave the pot a quick look before he sat down and said, “Geez Don, did you put the entire refrigerator in there?”
“Just about,” Don replied, grinning at his brother. “’Grab bag stew’ is a great way to get rid of leftovers.”
“Oh, so now you’re naming this stuff,” Mikey said, leaning forward to take a whiff of the contents of the tureen. “I hope that doesn’t mean it’s actually alive.”
“Not anymore,” Don quipped back. “I’m pretty sure I cooked it long enough to kill everything.”
“Dude, that’s so gross,” Mikey replied with a chuckle. Reaching for the ladle, he said, “If you’re waiting for Raph, don’t bother. He’s in a mood.”
A quick frown came and went on Master Splinter’s face. “Then let us begin before the meal grows cold. Raphael will join us when he is ready.”
Mikey quickly filled Master Splinter’s bowl first and then did the honors with his brother’s bowls before filling his own. As much as he’d teased Don about it, the stew actually looked and smelled delicious.
It tasted that way too, though Mikey only managed one spoonful before Raph entered the kitchen.
From the look on his face, it was clear he was still peeved at Leo. Maybe Mikey too, the younger turtle couldn’t be sure.
“Decided to start without me anyway, huh?” Raph asked gruffly as he glared at Leo.
“I gave you fair notice,” Leo responded, his eyes flashing.
“That ain’t what I’d call it,” Raph snapped. “Ya’ followed me up to the garage and started barking orders at me, something ya’ ain’t got no right to do.”
“Boys!” Master Splinter said sharply.
If he thought that would fend off the fight that was obviously brewing, he was mistaken. Leo slowly stood up, the pulse beating on the side of his neck a good indication that his own temper was on a short tether.
“Maybe if you stopped disappearing I wouldn’t have to come looking for you,” Leo snarled.
“Since when is being in the garage disappearing?” Raph demanded. “How about ya’ quit dogging my steps? Every damn time I turn around you’re in my face! My shell don’t stretch enough for two, stop trying to climb in here with me. Screw this, I need some air.”
Raph bolted from the kitchen, turning in the direction of the elevator. Leo nearly knocked over his chair in his rush to chase after him.
“Leonardo, let him go!” Master Splinter commanded, his voice raised. When Leo stopped in the doorway, his father continued, “Your brother is not angry with you, it is my illness that has caused his anxiety. Raphael needs to breathe some fresh air and to be alone with his thoughts.”
“Yeah bro’,” Mikey piped up, thinking it would be a good time to add in his two cents worth. “You know how he gets. Give him a couple of hours to cool off and he’ll head home.”
“And here I thought we might actually go a few days without them having a fight,” Don mumbled under his breath.
Mikey lifted his spoon, relieved when he saw Leo turn back to the table and approach his seat again. “You should know better, Donny. That would have been way too abnormal. Hey, this stuff is actually pretty good,” he said as he took another bite.
“Your confidence in my cooking is underwhelming,” Don said, the hint of a smile returning to his face.
“If I thought it was beneath you to use me as a guinea pig I wouldn’t be so distrustful,” Mikey said, keeping the mood light. “Speaking of which, why don’t you eat some of this? From the way you’re watching me, I keep thinking you’re waiting to see if the stew makes me grow another head.”
Leo had returned to his chair and dutifully began to eat, following his father’s example. Mikey and Don kept up their banter throughout the meal, joined occasionally by comments from Master Splinter. Their oldest brother remained sullen and withdrawn; his demeanor not unnoticed by their father.
When dinner drew to a close, Master Splinter requested that Leo join him in his room. A knowing look passed between the two remaining brothers as their father and older sibling left the kitchen.
Together Mikey and Don cleaned up after the meal, stowing the leftovers and washing the dirty dishes. They didn’t talk much; Mikey’s mind was occupied with thoughts of Raphael. He hoped that Raph starting that fight with Leo had been part of his overall plan to escape the lair, but Mikey couldn’t be sure. Without a hint one way or the other, he’d just have to go through with what they’d discussed earlier.
Mikey didn’t notice that Don was studying him as they worked side by side. Don said nothing to give away his thoughts, but the expression on the genius’ face was very much like the one he got when looking through his microscope.
Unable to settle down to anything, Mikey roamed around the lair until the ten o’clock news broadcast came on. Leo and Master Splinter had already taken their seats when Mikey joined them and pretended he was interested in the outside world when all he cared about was whether Raph was going to make a return appearance.
Don joined them for the first half of the news and then had yawned widely and excused himself. Mikey was happy to see him head up to his bedroom rather than into his lab; there was a good chance that meant he was tired enough to go to sleep right away.
It wasn’t long before Mikey made his escape as well. He had seen Don give their father a bottle of medicine with the instructions to take it at bedtime and he also knew that the monitors were in place; one in Master Splinter’s room, one in Leo’s.
Mikey was also sure that whatever else Master Splinter had discussed with Leo, he had also reiterated his wish that Leo not get up to check on him. Sitting near his not quite closed bedroom door, Mikey listened for the sound of the television being turned off.
He was almost holding his breath as he heard Master Splinter and Leo bid each other a good-night. Just as he’d hoped, Leo climbed the stairs several minutes later and went directly to his bedroom.
That was when Mikey made his move. He knew Leo would be occupied with removing his gear along with a few other bedtime rituals and while his brother was busy with that, there was a window of opportunity. Sliding out of his room with the tape player in hand, Mikey darted into Raph’s bedroom.
Plumping a couple of spare pillows and laying them inside the hammock, Mikey tossed the blanket over them, slid the player underneath and turned it on. He made sure that all of the lights were turned out and then silently left the room, closing the door behind him.
With his own bed already made up to look as though he was in it, Mikey darted down the hall to Leo’s room. He tapped on the door and then quickly entered without waiting for an invitation, shutting the door behind him.
Leo was sitting on the edge of his bed and looked up as Mikey came in, a questioning expression on his face. His bedside table held the monitor, its green light indicating that it was on.
“Is something on your mind, Mikey?” Leo asked.
“Sort of,” Mikey responded, plopping down on the rug in front of Leo. He hadn’t really planned on what he’d talk about with his big brother because this was only meant to be a short distraction, but he decided then to tackle a piece of what was bothering him.
“I’m listening,” Leo prompted him, perhaps gleaning something of what Mikey wanted to broach.
“Ever since I got hurt after that mission we went on with Nobody, it seems like you don’t want me and Raph to be alone together,” Mikey blurted out.
He waited for a response but Leo’s face had smoothed out and was showing him nothing. After a minute, Leo said, “Go on.”
“Am I wrong?” Mikey asked, refusing to be baited into saying more.
Again Leo didn’t answer right away. Mikey stared at him, trying to read what was going through his head.
Finally Leo released a short breath and answered, “No.”
“Come on, Leo. Enough with the cryptic answers,” Mikey said. “Why? He’s my brother too. It’s not like we haven’t been alone together thousands of times in our lives. There’s nothing different about us.”
“I’m not blind,” Leo told him. “There was at least one injury on your body that wasn’t from falling off of that truck. One injury that you took great pains to hide from me and everyone else. You got it from Raph.”
Mikey had half expected Leo to hit him with that at some point. He decided to take the bull by the horns and throw his brother off his game.
“That’s right, Raph bit me,” Mikey admitted, watching Leo carefully. “He was pissed about me showboating and nearly drowning. I wouldn’t shut up about being indestructible while he was trying to bandage me, so he hauled off and sank his teeth into my collarbone. He probably would have hit me like he usually does, but his hands were full.”
Leo appeared disconcerted by Mikey’s admission. “Why didn’t you just tell me that?”
“What business was it of yours?” Mikey countered. “Raph was embarrassed that he did it ‘cause of course I asked him if he was three years old. We handled it between us and he finished patching me up. What the shell Leo, was that why you started talking about demons and secrets?”
“I also asked why you were so mad before you took that call from Nobody,” Leo reminded him. “You never really answered that question, though I gleaned it had something to do with Raph.”
“Glean whatever you want, dude. If we’re gonna talk about someone around here always being mad at Raph, that conversation would have to turn to you,” Mikey said with a small amount of satisfaction. “Maybe you’re reading too much into normal things because you’re trying to find a reason to stay mad at him. I don’t know why ‘cause that doesn’t make any sense. After all, you’re the one who went out of his way to try and make Raph sound like the Devil’s little helper.”
“I wasn’t trying to do that,” Leo disagreed. “I was only trying to warn you to be careful.”
“Of my own brother?” Mikey scoffed. “I know you guys were close when you were little but you sure are making a huge effort to push him away now. If you two want to spend the rest of your lives having dumb arguments, have at it. But don’t keep doing things to try to pull Don and me away from Raph too. Raph is a lot of fun and I like letting him know I enjoy his company, even if it’s just me pranking him and him beating me silly.”
“Is that what it seems like to you, that I’m pushing him away?” Leo asked. “There are things that have happened between us that you know nothing about.”
Mikey stood up. “Guess what, Leo? I don’t want to. That’s between you and Raph, just like the stuff that we do together is between you and me, and the stuff I do with Raph is between me and him. You’re the one who wanted to bring up demons, I’m thinking you have a few of your own. You should sort them out before you really alienate Raph.”
He strode toward the door, not at all surprised that Leo didn’t try to call him back. Now was the time to find out how well his subterfuge would work, so Mikey paused after he opened the door and looked back at Leo.
“Sounds like Raph made it home,” Mikey said. The sound of the recorded snores was loud enough to penetrate into the room. “Hope you’re happy about that. Maybe you can discuss it with Raph in the morning, if you really wanted to. I’d say you should sit up and think about that, but Master Splinter will have your shell if he thinks you weren’t following his wishes.”
Mikey was a little snarky when he delivered that last line, but he wanted the reminder that Leo needed to stay in his room to stick in his big brother’s head. He made sure Leo’s door was firmly closed when he left, going to his own room and without entering, shut his door loudly enough so that Leo would be convinced that Mikey had gone to bed.
It was a bit earlier than the time Mikey had suggested that he and Raph meet, but since the circumstances were favorable, he went ahead and slipped out of the lair.
Mikey’s entire trip to the hidden room was spent with the worry that Raph was as angry with him as he’d seemed to be with Leo. If so, Raph might very well not show up, deciding to teach Mikey a lesson about stepping out of his place in the relationship. Raph’s perception of Mikey’s role dictated that he play a completely submissive part. Mikey had no qualms about doing so inside that secret space, but outside of it, they could have a problem.
Using his key to gain entry to the room, Mikey took a quick look around, half hoping that Raph was there waiting for him. He wasn’t though, and the room looked the same as it had after their previous meeting.
Unsure of exactly what to do with himself, Mikey went ahead and stripped down, placing his things on the bar just as he’d done before.
Mikey roamed around the room, taking a moment to stop in front of the stack of broken furniture on the back wall. He wasn’t as handy as his brother Donatello, but Mikey thought he could salvage enough parts to make one good table and a couple of usable chairs out of the junk. He thought that might give the room a homier feel.
Wandering around behind the bar, Mikey stared at his reflection in the dusty mirror. To his eyes he appeared both nervous and anxious and hoped that wasn’t how he’d seemed to Leo during their discussion.
The sound of the lock clicking back turned Mikey and he watched as Raph stepped into the room. His brother’s glance in his direction was unfathomable before he secured the door.
“I saw a chance to sneak out early so I took it. Leo totally bought into the recorded snores; he thinks you’re in your room and that I’m in mine,” Mikey announced, aware that he was babbling. “I worried that you wouldn’t come ‘cause I thought you might really be mad at Leo and maybe at me too but I’m totally letting you decide when and what we . . . .”
Raph had begun removing his things, staying quiet during most of Mikey’s speech. Now he lifted a hand to put an end to Mikey’s verbal outpouring.
“I am pissed at Leo,” Raph said in a low voice. “Usually am so I don’t give two shits about it. All I’m looking for is an excuse to leave the lair and mister uptight gives me one. The two of us are still learning how this thing’s gonna work. I didn’t tell ya’ before that ya’ don’t do anything without running it by me, so that’s my fault. Now ya’ know.”
Mikey didn’t say anything else as he watched Raph finish disrobing. There was a flash of understanding about this part of their ritual that came to Mikey as Raph set aside the final bit of his gear. It wasn’t just about the need to avoid getting their scent onto each other’s things, it was also about dropping the items associated with their being ninjas.
That helped to explain the shift in Raph’s demeanor once he was completely naked. His mask and weapons were the persona that dominated his life and brought with that his duty to family and honor. Without those things, Raph’s base needs came to the fore.
The next time he looked at Mikey, it was with eyes that gleamed with dark intent.
“Come out from behind there,” Raph directed.
Mikey’s heart had begun beating faster as soon as Raph looked at him. Now he felt an almost dizzying rush of adrenaline as he complied with Raph’s order, and walked quickly towards his brother.
Raph moved into the center of the room and waited for Mikey to join him. As soon as Mikey was facing him, Raph said, “Get down on your hands and knees and don’t move.”
Sinking onto his knees, Mikey then lowered his palms to the floor, his eyes focused on Raph’s face. He didn’t look down, though he knew Raph’s groin was directly in front of him. Mikey could smell the musk coming from that area of Raph’s anatomy and knew that whatever Raph was planning had already gotten him excited.
For a moment Raph did nothing, simply staring at his brother. Then he reached down and slid a hand across Mikey’s bald head before stepping around him and walking over to one of the cedar chests.
From Mikey’s position it was difficult to see what Raph was doing, though he could tell from the sounds that his brother was rummaging around for something. When he heard Raph approaching him again, Mikey shifted his eyes as far to the side as he could and caught sight of a black sleeping mask dangling from his brother’s hand.
The last thing Mikey saw on Raph’s face was a look of lustful hunger before the mask was lowered over his eyes. Raph carefully adjusted it and then asked, “Can you see anything?”
“No,” Mikey answered, his voice pinched as he began to grow aroused.
“Don’t move,” Raph commanded again and once more left Mikey’s side.
Without his knee pads, Mikey could feel the hard wooden floor under him. A dull throb settled into his knees and though he could have relieved that ache by rocking back a little, he knew better than to budge an inch after being told not to.
The noise from Raph’s shuffling around in the cedar chest reached Mikey again and he waited, breathing deeply in an attempt to remain calm. He nearly jumped when the lid slammed down and the sound of Raph’s steps seemed loud as he once more drew near.
“Open your mouth,” Raph said, his voice guttural, “wide.”
Since Raph hadn’t said anything about his tongue, Mikey didn’t move it as he opened his mouth as wide as it would go. He felt the heat coming off of Raph as his brother leaned over him and placed something into his mouth, pushing it between his lips. Whatever it was felt soft against his teeth, but so solid that Mikey couldn’t close his mouth. Then something pressed against both of his cheeks before being tightened at the back of his head and Mikey knew the device was held in place by straps.
“Good,” Raph said, the word breathy. “Lift your tail.”
Mikey closed his eyes behind the mask and focused on getting his tail to go up as high as possible. Raph moved around behind him, humming appreciatively, and Mikey shivered with anticipation.
A squelching sound reached Mikey’s ears and he moaned, unable to contain himself.
“If your tail comes down, everything stops,” Raph told him, his voice low and compelling. “Everything. That’s the signal. Grunt if ya’ understand.”
            Mikey grunted his acquiescence, trepidation warring with anticipation. He was so focused on trying to figure out what Raph was going to do next that he barely remembered to breathe.
            Something touched his anus and it was all Mikey could do not to instinctively leap away from it. What he felt was wet, slick, and too rubbery to be Raph’s cock. Raph showed no hesitation as he slowly began to push the object into his brother, going neither too fast nor too slow.
            It stung. Little panting gasps were all Mikey could manage as the object began to fill him, small ribs along its length poking at the interior walls of his rectum. As if to ensure that Mikey experienced all of them, Raph twisted the object as he was inserting it.
            The burn as his asshole was stretched seemed to last an eternity. Mikey found it to be excruciating and exhilarating all at the same time. His cock swelled in response to the pain, his groin electrified by the feel of anal penetration.
            Then it stopped as it pressed against something unyielding inside of Mikey. Raph twisted it a couple of times before releasing a heavy breath. Following that there was no more movement.
            Nor was there another sound from Raph for several minutes. Mikey’s entrance twitched around whatever had been shoved into his ass, though now his mind processed that it was probably a plug of some sort.
            Mikey’s jaw ached from being held open by the ring in his mouth. He knew it was round with an opening in the center because he’d touched his tongue to it, tasting leather in the process. His salivary glands were working overtime and he found it incredibly difficult to swallow with his mouth in that position. Strands of saliva seeped past his lips and dripped onto his chin.
            He was so concentrated on the things that had already been inserted into two of his orifices that Mikey failed to hear Raph move around to his side. It was when he felt something slide over his head, lightly brushing his face as it dropped onto his collar bones, that Mikey realized his brother had introduced yet another of his ‘toys’ to their current game.
            Almost as suddenly as it touched him, the object tightened, rising up to circle his throat. Mikey heard his brother take a step closer, a low rumble signifying Raph’s approval at whatever he’d placed there.
            Mikey was certain it wasn’t a collar. Raph hadn’t fastened anything, hadn’t worked any snaps or buckles. It was smooth and rounded, not flat, and Mikey thought it might be a leash.
            A moment later Mikey’s head was forced upwards when the leash tightened even more, pulled taut when Raph jerked on the line.
            “Walk with me like a good boy,” Raph murmured in a deeply guttural voice. “Hands and knees. Don’t make me choke you.”
            Normally Mikey would have balked at this type of humiliation, but he was too stimulated by Raph’s show of power to care. There was a tug on the leash and then the heat from Raph’s thigh touched his shoulder, telling Mikey that it was time to move.
            Raph kept a solid grip on the leash as he began to walk, leading Mikey around the room. Without the use of his sight, the feelings from the plug in his ass, the ring in his mouth, and the hard wooden planks against his knees were all heightened.
            Each time Raph made a turn, the leash was pulled almost unbearably tight, only to loosen again as they moved into a straightaway. Mikey had watched enough dog shows to know he was being taught to heel, and the fact that he had to hold his tail high only added to that illusion.
            Mikey had no idea how long he’d been walking when the pain of attempting to ignore his throbbing erection became too much for him. With a low whine, he dropped down, his shaft immediately filling to its full, hard size.
            Raphael quickly yanked back on the choke leash, bringing Mikey to a complete stop.
            “You are doing a good job for your master,” Raph told him in a low, dark tone. The praise brought a churr up from Mikey’s chest, his breathing ragged with excitement.
            Keeping the choke pulled tight, Raph moved around behind Mikey to stroke his uplifted tail. Shuddering in reaction, Mikey almost didn’t catch Raph’s next words. “Spread your legs.”
            Eyes watering behind the mask, Mikey shifted his thighs apart. Through the floor he felt the thud of Raph knees touching down behind him and then the heat from Raph’s breath ghosting over the skin on his butt cheeks.
            A battle scarred hand wrapped around Mikey’s cock making him squeak in surprise. Rather than fondling his length though, Raph pushed something cold and metallic over the head of Mikey’s cock.
            Trembling, Mikey waited as a wide metal ring began to constrict his cock, about an inch above the tip. It pinched his incredibly swollen shaft just enough to titillate the flesh. Once it was in place, Raph released Mikey’s dick.
            As soon as his brother’s hand left his flesh, Mikey’s cock began to sway as a heavy weight connected to the ring started to swing under him. It felt exactly as if someone was tugging on his penis with more force than was necessary.
            “Heel boy,” Raph commanded in a satisfied tone, pulling on Mikey’s leash.
            Once more Mikey walked on his hands and knees next to Raph, this time with the weight attached to his cock rocking back and forth and jerking his flesh along with it. Pressure began to build in Mikey’s loins, his asshole grasping at the plug and saliva dripping down his chin.
            “You are not allowed to cum,” Raph said harshly, startling a groan of protest from his younger brother. Mikey was rewarded with a hard tug on the leash for his insubordination, the leather digging painfully into his throat.
            He could drop his tail. That was all Mikey had to do to end this play. He wouldn’t though; there was no way he wouldn’t see this through, no matter what tortures Raph put him through. Mikey wanted this badly; he loved this rough treatment too much. Every nerve ending in his body was singing and he’d never felt such rapture in his life.
            No matter how hard he tried, Mikey couldn’t contain the churrs and low moans that made it past his forced open lips. After a while even he recognized that there was a sound of desperation in his tone, his heavy breathing turning to gasps as he fought the need to orgasm.
            Abruptly brought to a stop, Mikey remained in his prone position, his entire form quivering. The heavy weight continued to move like a pendulum beneath Mikey, its momentum fed by Mikey’s ragged breaths.
            The scent of Raph’s musk suddenly assaulted Mikey’s nostrils, announcing his brother’s nearness. Inhaling deeply, Mikey knew the smell could only be this strong if Raph had set his cock free.
            “You are being so good for me, Mikey,” Raph intoned, his free hand rubbing across Mikey’s head. The choke leash was still pulled taut, Mikey’s head forced up and back by the pressure against his larynx. His voice now rough and gravelly, Raph said, “Time to learn a new trick.”
            Raph’s own breathing sounded irregular as he moved closer to Mikey’s face. With a grip on the back of Mikey’s head, he fed his cock through the ring that held his brother’s mouth wide open.
            Mikey felt Raph’s shaft slide over his tongue, stopping partway into his mouth before advancing a second later. This was the type of thing that Mikey had anticipated would happen eventually, even if he’d been too naïve to understand all of the mechanics.
            He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do other than remain as still as he could. There was a slightly salty, mildly bitter taste being painted along his tongue and Mikey knew that had to be from Raph’s pre; no doubt his brother was as aroused by their game as Mikey himself.
            Having a wide, deep mouth had its advantages, but even a turtle has his limits, especially with regard to the size of a turtle cock. Mikey felt the tip of Raph’s dick touch the back of his throat and keep going, setting off his gag reflex. He might have pulled away if not for the leash and Raph’s hand on his head both anchoring Mikey in place.
            The upper part of Mikey’s body convulsed as he gagged, his blocked airway denying him the ability to cough. It lasted less than a millisecond before Raph pulled his cock back, but to Mikey it had seemed like an eternity.
            Mikey realized his was going to have to relax if he didn’t want to choke again. He could feel Raph’s dick gliding forward again and knew his brother intended to use every inch of his mouth without mercy.
            Forcing his throat to remain limber while also keeping his tail high and ignoring the throbbing ache of his own cock was a lesson in focus unlike any Mikey had ever been subjected to. Once more Raph’s rock hard length caressed the back of his throat, backing out a bit quicker this time, before the big turtle began to thrust in a regular rhythm.
            As Raph set a steady pace fucking his mouth, Mikey understood he would not be allowed a release until his brother got off. His position did not afford him much control over the situation, but Mikey did have two advantages; he knew how sensitive the head of Raph’s cock was and he could still use his tongue.
            Lifting the back of his tongue each time Raph pushed into him brought the tip of his brother’s penis into contact with Mikey’s soft appendage. It wasn’t long before Raph was ramming his cock into Mikey’s mouth at a quick pace.
            Mikey’s low moans were echoed by his brother’s louder groans as Raph plundered the warm, wet orifice in front of him.
            “Yeah, oh yeah. So good,” Raph muttered in a husky tone that warmed Mikey’s core. “Good boy. Ngh . . . uhm . . . ahh, so good. Should I let ya’ cum?”
            Moaning as loudly as he could, Mikey tried to signal his agreement.
            “Mm, not . . . not yet,” Raph said. He was plunging into Mikey’s mouth with more force now, practically lifting the crouching turtle off the floor. “Have you been good . . . good enough? Ahh . . . ahh . . . shit. Do ya’ deserve to cum?”
            Mikey’s pleading groan was longer and louder, his throat vibrating as it carried the sound. Raph suddenly jammed his hips forward, his cock sinking deeply into Mikey’s pharynx.
            “Oh fuck!” Raph shouted as he released his hot load down his brother’s throat. Unable to breathe, Mikey was still glad his brother hadn’t shot off into his mouth because he would not have been able to swallow the thick juices that flowed from Raph’s cock in copious amounts.
            Tears formed in Mikey’s eyes as he grew light headed from lack of oxygen. Just when he thought he could take no more, Raph pulled his cock out of Mikey’s mouth.
            Gasping and trying hard not to retch, Mikey could hear Raph’s harsh panting as he attempted to settle himself. The strong musk coming off of Raph’s form told of his recent release and Mikey tried to wrap his mind around the fact that he just given his brother a blow job.
            It was difficult to think while his own cock bobbed swollen and needy beneath Mikey. In a moment Raph removed the hand that was holding Mikey’s head and the sound of his feet padding around to his rear reached Mikey’s ears.
            Raph’s lips unexpectedly wrapped around Mikey’s upright tail, setting off a string of churrs that strained Mikey’s sore throat. Then Raph grabbed the butt plug, pulled it back and rammed it forward again.
            Raking his teeth along Mikey’s tail, Raph began fucking him with the plug. He was in no way gentle, the force of his movements rocking Mikey as the ribs on the plug plundered the delicate skin inside Mikey’s anus.
            Suddenly the plug hit something inside of Mikey that made him squeal. A shot like a lightning bolt raced into his cock and Mikey found himself nearly sobbing from his need for relief.
            Raph’s teeth left his tail as he unerringly found that spot inside of Mikey again. Unable to form the words to beg, Mikey whimpered and shook, his cock growing ever more painful as he desperately tried not to climax.
            Dizzy and disoriented, Mikey felt the plug make another full strike on that special place in his rectum.
            “Cum.” It was a single word, issued by Raph in a deep and commanding voice.
            Mikey didn’t orgasm, he erupted. Despite the snug fit of the ring on his cock, his shaft expanded and then exploded as if his cum was jet propelled.
            Still climaxing, Mikey felt the room start to shift under him just before he passed out.
            Someone gently patting his cheek brought Mikey around. Opening his eyes, Mikey blinked a few times before realizing he could see.
            What his eyesight brought him was a vision of Raph leaning over him, a concerned look on his face. Flat on his back on something soft, Mikey found that he was no longer encumbered by the mouth ring, the butt plug, or the weighted ball on his cock.
            Neither was he sporting the leash that had been around his neck. “How . . . .” Mikey had to clear his throat before trying again. “How long was I out?” he asked in a raspy voice.
            Raph’s look of relief was quickly followed by one that Mikey could only quantify as tender, an expression he’d never seen before on the older turtle’s face. For a moment Mikey thought his brother was finally going to kiss him, but then Raph grinned. “’Bout twenty minutes. I carried ya’ over to the bed. Damn Mikey, I read somewhere that a guy could cum so hard he’d faint, I just didn’t know it was true.”
            “I did not faint. I passed out,” Mikey clarified, finding the distinction somehow important. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he scanned the room but all signs of their play had vanished. “You already cleaned up?”
            “Yeah,” Raph got off the bed. “Next time it’s your turn. I’m gonna hit the shower. How about ya’ take your time getting up so ya’ can make sure your head don’t start spinning again?”
            “Okay,” Mikey said as he slowly sat up and cradled his head.
            Raph stood looking at him for another minute before heading into the bathroom.
            While he waited for Raph to finish cleaning off, Mikey took a quick assessment of his body. His jaw ached, his throat felt raw, his ass burned, and his dick was sore. All in all Mikey felt wonderful. Their game had been incredibly satisfying and Mikey was proud that Raph had reached climax while using him.
            His own forceful orgasm left Mikey both relaxed and somewhat wrung out. No masturbation release could compare to the sheer power that a climax brought about by Raph’s manipulations could give him.
            Mikey was on his feet and operating under his own steam when Raph stepped out of the bathroom. It was getting very late and they’d been gone a long time, but Mikey didn’t try to rush his shower. He wanted to make sure that every inch of him was clean so there were no tell-tale odors left behind, even taking the time to let the water rinse out his mouth.
            Raph was geared up and leaning against the wall when Mikey came out. He watched Mikey get dressed, his golden eyes hooded and expression indecipherable.
            “I piled pillows on your hammock and put a blanket over them so it’d look like you were asleep,” Mikey said, not making eye contact. “I did the same in mine. I don’t think Leo will look into your room after the argument you guys had, but better safe than sorry.”
            Raph didn’t respond for a couple of minutes. With all of his things in place and his mask tied, Mikey finally glanced at his brother.
            “Guess I’d better not go down in the elevator,” Raph said. “The sound might wake someone. I’ll park the bike in the garage and then take the street exit around to the sewer entrance in the alley. Go ahead and take off. It’d be better not to be caught together if anyone does happen to be wandering around.”
            Mikey nodded and headed for the door. He paused before opening it, looking back at Raph.
            “Until next time?” Mikey asked, staring into his brother’s eyes.
            “Sure,” Raph told him without moving from his position. “I’ll work something out.”
            There were so many things Mikey wanted to ask him, but Raph seemed closed off now that the sex play was done. Besides, they’d been out of the lair for a couple of hours and taking any more time would be pushing it.
            Mikey had to work hard not to think about what they’d done together as he jogged back to the lair. That was made more difficult by the fact that certain parts of his body insisted on reminding him of the entire episode.
            Sneaking in the way he’d gone out, Mikey paused at the entrance and listened for sounds that might indicate someone was awake. Hearing nothing, he moved towards the stairs.
            He’d only gone a few steps when Leo’s bedroom door suddenly opened. Heart racing, Mikey quickly darted around behind a pillar, his eyes glued to Leo as the older turtle came out of his room.
            Leo glanced around the lair and Mikey held his breath for fear he’d be seen. He released it slowly when Leo turned away from him and moved along the corridor.
            Crossing his fingers, Mikey waited for Leo to enter the bathroom, certain it was his destination. Unfortunately, when Leo was opposite Mikey’s bedroom he reached for the knob, opened the door, and went inside.

TBC…………….
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