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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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            Several hours passed before Michelangelo saw any signs of his brothers. Since he didn’t know how long they would be out, Mikey stayed busy and productive around the lair. The last thing he needed was for those three to walk in and find him taking it easy.
            Besides preparing enough food to feed a small army, Mikey tackled the chore of weapons maintenance, something that had been neglected for some time. When he took breaks, it was to do a quick check of the lair and garage for leaks.
            While he was in the garage, Mikey took a peek outside and saw that the deluge hadn’t let up. Since his return with Master Splinter, neither the lights nor the alarms had acted up again, so Mikey assumed that Donny had discovered the cause of those particular problems.
            Locating Don’s new cameras was easy once Mikey knew to look for them. They weren’t the kind that he could sabotage by moving the position of the lens; these were fixed in place. Leave it to Don to anticipate a retaliatory action from him.
            Mikey was in the dojo sharpening the tips of their kunai when his brothers returned. Carrying one of the kunai and the sharpening stone with him so they’d see he hadn’t been idle, Mikey went out to greet them.
            All three were wet, bedraggled, and disgruntled looking. Raph shot a look in Mikey’s direction that the younger turtle couldn’t decipher and then unceremoniously dropped the tools he was carrying on the floor.
            “I’m calling dibs on the shower,” Raph said. “Let Mikey put this stuff away since he didn’t have to share our fun.”
            “Hey, that’s not on me,” Mikey protested. “Master Splinter needed my help with something. For your information, there’s hot food in the kitchen. You’re welcome!”
            The last was called out to Raph’s retreating back as the hot head left halfway through Mikey’s speech and proceeded upstairs.
            “Never mind him,” Leo said. “He’s cold and cranky. Were you doing weapons maintenance?”
            His nod at the kunai reminded Mikey that he was holding the weapon. “Oh yeah,” Mikey said. “I didn’t know what else to do when we got back, so I cooked and then started fixing that box of weapons we shoved in a corner. I’ve been checking the lair and garage for leaks and haven’t seen any. It was still raining hard a half hour ago.”
            “Got back? You and Master Splinter left the lair?” Don asked with a frown. “Where did you go? Did he get wet? That wasn’t the best idea, Mikey. Master Splinter isn’t fully recovered from his cold.”
            “What makes you think I had a choice in the matter?” Mikey countered. “Master Splinter was determined to look in on Leatherhead so he made me carry that oversized tea set you made over to LH’s place. I checked sensei’s heater when we got back and made sure he wasn’t wet or chilled. Next time you try to talk him out of doing something he’s decided to do.”
            “Is Leatherhead having any problems?” Don asked. “His electricity isn’t shorting out too, is it?”
            Mikey watched Don carefully as his brother asked questions but saw nothing more than a sincere concern for a friend. “He said the drainage at his place is good and nothing was wrong with the power while we were there. LH even made tea in his new teapot. He seemed pretty happy with it. Oh, and he said to tell you he’d love to help you with your repairs if you need him.”
            Don released a tired sigh. “I think we’ve got it for now. I need to check the systems and make sure all of the cameras are back online. I’m just happy we managed to install some of the wireless ones the other day or we might have been out in the tunnels until midnight.”
            Tucking the kunai and sharpening stone into his belt, Mikey leaned down and picked up the things Raph had dropped. “I’ll carry these back to your lab. Why don’t you leave your things here too, Leo? I can come back for them ‘cause I’m sure you want to report in to Master Splinter.”
            Leo set the items he was holding on the floor and stretched before saying, “Thanks Mikey. Master Splinter will want an update on the tunnel conditions. If I’m not out when Raph finishes with his shower, you go next Don. Make sure he doesn’t forget, okay Mikey? As much as he loves to study germs, Don doesn’t really need to walk around covered in them.”
            “Sometimes you guys treat me like I’m two,” Don grumbled as he headed for his lab.
            “I’ve got this bro’,” Mikey told Leo, giving him a thumbs up before trailing after the genius.
            Don laid his tools on a bench and then waved towards the storage shelves when Mikey came in. Eyes already on his computers, Don didn’t notice that Mikey took the time to clean and dry the tools and supplies before putting them away.
            “Find anything out there we need to worry about?” Mikey asked.
            “Not anymore,” Don said without looking away from his work. “We had to clear a couple of drains of accumulated debris. There were several places where the wiring had been chewed by rats and the water just finished the work of shorting the electricity. Fortunately I only had to replace one camera.”
            “No maintenance crews down here yet?” Mikey dried his hands, watching Donny zip through tunnel images as he checked that all of his cameras were functional.
            “We heard a crew but they weren’t near us,” Don replied. “As long as we keep the drains clear, they won’t come anywhere near the lair.”
            “Be nice if it’d stop raining,” Mikey said as he headed out the door.
            Retrieving Leo’s tools from the floor, Mikey heard a door bang and looked up in time to see Raph leave the bathroom. His brother paid no attention to his surroundings as he made straight for his room.
            So far today Raph hadn’t directly spoken to him and he’d barely even looked at Mikey. He wasn’t acting different with Don, so they must have reached some sort of accord the night before. If it wasn’t to Raph’s liking, then why did he seem to be taking it out on Mikey rather than the turtle who’d issued the ultimatum?
            When Mikey re-entered Don’s lab, his brother was still focused on his computers. “Some of the stuff Leo was carrying is camera parts, you want those any place in particular?” Mikey asked.
            Don glanced at him and then pointed at a wooden box under one of his work tables. “Dump them in there. Those are broken but I can probably salvage parts off them.”
            Mikey followed his directions and then said, “Raph’s out of the bathroom. Go rinse off before Leo comes in here and chews me out for not chewing you out about it.”
            “I will if you don’t touch anything while I’m gone,” Don said, giving his brother a fierce look.
            “Scout’s honor dude,” Mikey said with a grin.
            Pushing his chair back, Don got up and walked towards the door. “You aren’t a scout.”
            Mikey’s grin turned mischievous as soon as Don was gone. “Maybe I should have said ‘ninja’s honor’,” he muttered to himself as he took a seat in Don’s chair.
            Quickly running through the security systems list in one of the files on Don’s computer, Mikey found the camera at the lair’s entrance and the one in the garage. Making a mental note of the designations Don had assigned to them, Mikey erased the keystroke logger that would tell Don his brother had been messing with his equipment.
            Mikey wouldn’t do anything to those cameras yet, but the rain provided him with an excuse for the recordings from them to be blank when he needed them to be. Letting Don think that he wasn’t computer savvy served Mikey well in the past and would continue to do so in the future.
            What was it Master Splinter liked to say? Oh yeah, “Never let an opponent know all of your strengths.”
            Returning to the dojo, Mikey made sure to appear busy working on the box full of kunai that required sharpening. Some little time later, Leo and Master Splinter entered, their father devoting some one on one training time to his eldest son.
            The three of them passed comments back and forth as they worked, their words genial and light hearted. Then Raph stepped into the dojo and the atmosphere shifted perceptibly.
            Raph grunted something at Leo when his brother offered to spar with him, opting instead to spend time with his punching bag. To his younger brother Raph said not a word, merely scowling when Mikey called out a greeting.
            It was clear from the way Raph went after his bag that he was brooding about something. Leo pointedly ignored him, returning his focus to training, but Raph’s attitude left Mikey feeling jumpy and out of sorts.
            The bantering stopped altogether, as though Raph’s presence carried with it a pall that covered everything. Mikey tried to keep his head down and his eyes on his work, but he couldn’t help an occasional glance in Raph’s direction.
            Each time he looked up, Mikey found that Master Splinter was contemplating either him or Raph. His father’s knowing stare was very disconcerting.
            Dinner was a quiet affair, with Don babbling almost incoherently about his worries with regard to the rain and the remainder of the family saying very little.
            When the meal ended but before the brothers could go their separate ways, Master Splinter called for their attention.
            “Our practice session today was interrupted,” Master Splinter said, “and by necessity we were unable to continue. Since things seem to be in working order again, I have decided upon a little training exercise for you four.”
            Don murmured something about ‘computers’ and ‘on-line’ but was ignored. “Of course sensei,” Leo said. “In the dojo?”
            Before any of them could move in that direction, Master Splinter held up a hand to stop them. “Not just yet my son. I have noticed that the four of you appear to be at odds with one another as of late. Perhaps it is the weather that is responsible for this adversity, but it is a dangerous state of mind to be in for any of you. Therefore I have decided that tonight you will split into teams.”
            It was all Mikey could do not to look at Raph. Maybe he should have done so; that would have been less obvious than glancing around at all of his brothers, the way they had done upon hearing Master Splinter’s pronouncement.
            His father nodded, as though some idea of his had been confirmed. “Leonardo and Donatello will remain here in the lair with me to participate in a meditation exercise. Due to weather conditions it would be unwise for all of you to proceed topside. However, that is where I want Raphael and Michelangelo to go.
“Remaining unseen in a downpour may seem a simple thing, but water offers its own set of challenges to the way of invisibility. I want you to compete in your attempts to stay hidden from each other. Do not return until you have regained a sense of amity.”
            Leonardo had begun to frown as soon as Master Splinter announced that he and Don would be remaining in the lair. Now he said, “But Master Splinter, Donny and I could go out too and . . . .”
            “No,” Master Splinter said, interrupting him. “You four will not always be together. You will not always be there to give them direction. Your brothers must learn cooperation through teamwork without the aid of your guidance.”
            Mikey was surreptitiously watching Leo and could see that his brother was dismayed by this turn of events, but there was nothing he could do about it. Arguing with their father was out of the question.
            Master Splinter was waiting expectantly and Leo said nothing further. Bowing to his father, Leo moved on to the dojo with Donatello alongside him.
            “Raphael, if you could please straighten the kitchen before you and your brother leave?” Master Splinter requested.
            “Sure thing sensei,” Raph answered, looking nearly as puzzled as Leo had.
            Once he was out of sight, Master Splinter indicated that Mikey should follow him. They entered Master Splinter’s room.
            Sliding the door shut behind them, there were no preliminaries as Master Splinter said, “Do what you must to work things out between you two. If you do not have the time to spend together, you will never discover if what you desire is also truly what you want, my son.”
            “But Master Splinter, Leo’s not happy about this,” Mikey said. “He doesn’t want Raph and me to spend time alone together.”
            With a sigh, Master Splinter said, “Leonardo is very protective of you all, sometimes to a fault. Growth comes from making your own mistakes, which he would try to have you avoid by throwing himself in your path.”
            Mikey thought about that before saying, “Yeah, I guess so. But sometimes we have to clear that path ourselves, right?”
            Master Splinter smiled. “Yes. You are wise in many ways Michelangelo. Allow me to sweep this path for you at least this once. You will have many opportunities to do so for yourself in the future.”
            Glancing towards the door, Mikey said slowly, “I don’t know about that. I think Raph wants all the control on this one.”
            “Resolve your issues with Raphael,” Master Splinter said. “If you and he are not of one mind, how do you expect Leonardo to relinquish his doubts?”
            Mikey started for the door and then stopped. Looking back at his father, he asked, “Why are you helping me with this? Doesn’t it bother you that two of your sons want to be together in this way?”
            Rather than a direct answer, Master Splinter said, “I see many things in my meditation. There are numerous outcomes to our lives and some are not good. Others lead to a light that shines with happiness and contentment. Perhaps this is the outcome I envision for my children.”
            It was the sort of non-answer answer that drove Mikey nuts, but he didn’t have the time to pursue it now. When he stepped out of Master Splinter’s room, he found that Raph was waiting for him.
            Together they left the lair, jogging through the driest of the tunnels. Neither said a word for several minutes, though Mikey could see that Raph was taking them directly towards the secret room.
            “Turn your phone off,” Raph said suddenly, startling Mikey.
            Doing as he was told, Mikey asked, “That’s so Don doesn’t get a notion to track us right?”
            “So neither Don nor Leo get that notion,” Raph said. “If they fuss about it when we get home, we’ll tell them we were supposed to be hiding from each other, like Master Splinter instructed. Can’t do that if we can use the phone for tracking.”
            Raph reverted to being uncommunicative again and they exited the tunnels to go above ground for the six blocks that would take them to the alley behind Dryer’s Deli. Mikey wondered if his brother simply didn’t want to talk, or if he was running through some sort of mental checklist that would keep them from being outed, like when he’d thought of their phones.
            When they dropped back into the tunnels behind the deli, Raph huffed in relief. “Damn, I was worried this was gonna be flooded. Haven’t had this much rain since I found that room so I didn’t know if whoever made it thought about how to keep it dry.”
            Behind the fake wall the tunnels were clear as well and the one nearest the underground room wasn’t even damp. As Raph unlocked the door, Mikey said, “Guess the guy who made this didn’t want his fancy clientele to get muddy.”
            He chuckled nervously, feeling the familiar roiling in his gut that came each time he walked past that open metal door. As he usually did, Mikey kept going all the way to the bar to begin divesting himself of his gear.
            The slamming of the door seemed louder than usual and Mikey jumped. Turning, he saw that Raph was still geared up and staring at him.
            “What?” Mikey asked, feeling defensive though he wasn’t sure why.
            “Master Splinter,” Raph said crisply. “Ya’ want to tell me what that was about?”
            “He told me we’d better resolve our differences,” Mikey answered, going for part of the truth. “Since I wasn’t the one stomping around the lair like a grump, why don’t you tell me what that was all about? You’re drawing Master Splinter’s attention by acting like I’m contagious.”
            “Ya’ are contagious,” Raph said, taking a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “The more we do down here, the more I want to do.”
            “Okay, me too,” Mikey said, agreeing with him. “What’s the problem?”
            “The problem is ya’ suddenly turning into Master Splinter’s little helper,” Raph said. “Ya’ do remember he’s a ninja master, right? One wrong word and he’s gonna be onto us.”
            “So I won’t say any wrong words,” Mikey said. “Are you going to worry every time I talk to Master Splinter, or Leo, or Don? You’ll end up with an ulcer dude.”
            “I don’t like it,” Raph said bluntly. “All Leo needs is some idea that we’re connecting like this and the shit’s gonna hit the fan.”
            Mikey had already removed his things but he reached out to pick up his mask and started to tie it back on, feeling all of the frustration he’d been trying to hide. “If this is causing you that much heartburn, we can just quit.”
            He and Raph stared at each other, neither blinking. Mikey worked to keep an arch expression on his face though his insides were churning, his stomach acid creating bile that wanted to come up. This was the toughest bluff of his life.
            Then Raph’s eyes narrowed as he said, “Don’t have a cow. I’m gonna worry more ‘cause ya’ never seem to worry enough. Ya’ already know why I don’t need this to fall down around my head, so sue me for reminding ya’ every now and again. I’ll stick with it as long as ya’ abide by our rules. So go ahead and pull out now if that’s what you’ve got a mind to do.”
            Very slowly Mikey removed the knot from his mask and took it back off again. “I’m where I want to be.”
            Raph’s eyes glittered as he watched Mikey lower his mask onto the bar. From where he was standing, Mikey could smell the sudden spike in Raph’s endorphins and he took a shaky breath as that scent made his tail stiffen.
            There was a predatory expression on Raph’s face as he divested himself of his gear, never once looking away from Mikey. The menacing aspect of his character appeared as soon as the mask left his face and Mikey’s toes curled into the floor in anticipation.
            Moving with deliberation, Raph stepped to the center of the room. “I want ya’ right here in front of me.”
            Quickly doing as he was told, Mikey stopped directly before Raph, standing only inches from his brother. At that distance Raph’s scent was overwhelming and Mikey felt his dick start to twitch beneath his shell.
            “Don’t move,” Raph instructed before striding past Mikey, his shoulder just brushing against his younger brother’s.
            As usual, Raph had placed Mikey so that the younger turtle could not see what his brother was doing. Mikey heard the lid on one of the cedar chests open and the sound of Raph digging into it for something. A moment later he heard Raph open the other chest as well.
            Because he’d been told not to move, Mikey didn’t dare take a peek back to see what Raph was taking out of those chests. Knowing the vast array of items inside both of them had Mikey’s pulse beating faster with each passing second.
            “Hold your arms out in front of you, hands together,” Raph said while he was still out of sight.
            Obediently lifting his arms, Mikey heard a swishing sound behind and then just above him. It was hard to resist the urge to look up, but Mikey managed it, though he was starting to quiver.
            There were a few more odd noises just outside of his range of vision and then Raph appeared. He was holding a pair of handcuffs, the main sections made of wide leather bands rather than metal, and Mikey made a gurgling sound at the back of his throat at the sight of them.
            Swallowing thickly, Mikey remained still as Raph buckled the cuffs onto his wrists. The fit was tight, allowing for no wiggle room inside them. As soon as his brother was cuffed, Raph yanked on the short center chain to tug Mikey’s arms up over his head.
            This time Mikey did tilt his head back to see what was happening. Above him hung a thick rope with a hook dangling from the end. With his arms extended fully over him, the chain on the cuffs was just out of reach of the hook.
            “Get up on your toes,” Raph told him gruffly.
            Mikey had to stand up on the very tips of his toes in order for Raph to drape the chain over the hook. Once that was done, Raph stepped back and nodded in satisfaction at Mikey’s fully extended form.
            “Comfortable?” Raph asked facetiously.
            Breathing hard, Mikey was too turned on to answer. A corner of Raph’s mouth lifted, satisfied with the lack of response. Again he disappeared behind Mikey, but only a couple of seconds passed before Mikey felt his brother touching his ankles.
            From his vantage point Mikey couldn’t see what Raph was doing, but he could feel a strap being wrapped first around one ankle before his legs were pushed far apart, his toes losing contact with the floor. Then the second ankle was trussed and Mikey found that he couldn’t close his legs because something stiff was between his ankles, holding them in a split position.
            Without the ability to move at all, Mikey felt the first touch of panic he’d ever experience inside the room. He started to jerk on the hook, trying to twist his body around so that he could locate Raph.
            “Whoa, hang on there,” Raph said, suddenly in front of him. His grip on the edge of Mikey’s shell steadied his brother. “Ya’ want to stop?”
            Looking into Raph’s face calmed Mikey and he swallowed again before stammering, “N . . . no.”
            “Do ya’ trust me?” Raph asked, his gold eyes boring into Mikey’s.
            “Yes,” Mikey answered with more confidence.
            “Ya’ don’t act like it,” Raph said. “Here’s the deal, once I start ya’ have to keep your tail up. If it drops I’ll stop everything and let ya’ go. Or we can stop right now. What do ya’ want me to do?”
            Mikey licked his lips, aware of the thudding beat of his own heart. “Hurt me,” he finally whispered, aware of how needy those two words sounded.
            Raph exhaled deeply. “Lift your tail and open your mouth.”
            It took Mikey a half second to comply because he knew it was his last chance to say anything. The expectant look on Raph’s face made Mikey’s mind up for him and he lifted his tail, feeling the cool air touch its sensitive underside.
            Opening his mouth as widely as it would go, Mikey expected to feel the ring gag Raph had used before being pushed into place. Instead he tasted rubber as Raph shoved something past his teeth before tightening straps around Mikey’s head to hold the thing in place. Once it was secure, Mikey tentatively felt around the object with his tongue, discovering that it was a ball.
            Panting around the sides of the gag made Mikey’s cheeks puff out and pushed saliva past the ball to run down his chin. When Raph left him again, Mikey extended his toes, finding that if he did that, the tips of his toenails just scraped the floor.
            The cuffs were wider than normal, but his entire weight being borne by his wrists was on the dangerous side of painful. Opening his hands, Mikey felt for the hook and once he’d found it, he wrapped his hands around it, releasing the pressure on his wrists. Mikey realized that he could pull himself off of the hook if he wanted to and immediately knew that Raph had designed that flaw into it on purpose.
            From his peripheral vision Mikey saw Raph coming around in front of him again. Standing back a few paces from his dangling brother, Raph kept his hands behind his back as he surveyed Mikey. Since he hadn’t blindfolded the younger turtle, Mikey guessed that Raph wanted him to know what was coming next.
            Bringing his hands forth, Raph allowed Mikey to see that he was holding a leather whip. The handle was short and from it dangled nine braided leather cords, each of the ends knotted.
            Mikey moaned when Raph began to slap the leather cords against the palm of his hand. A shiver ran the length of Mikey’s spine down to his groin and the muscles in his ass clenched,   his vision glued to the whip his brother was holding.
            Raph’s eyes were hooded, his entire manner cloaked in a dark intent. He watched Mikey squirm, his head cocked slightly to one side as he listened to the desperate whimpering of his younger brother.
            Mikey could see that Raph was aroused from the bulge in his lower plastron. He could feel his own erection fighting for freedom but worked to contain it, wanting Raph to think he had to force Mikey to drop down.
            Just as he had that thought, Raph stepped forward and swung the whip against his unprotected side. The sting as the knotted ends roughly caressed his flesh pulled a gasp from Mikey. Almost before the echo of the whip faded, Raph lashed Mikey again, this time on his outer thigh.
            Each strike made Mikey jump, his skin burning and tingling where the leather had touched it. Raph avoided his face but no other part of Mikey’s body went unscathed. The whip found Mikey’s arms, his chest, shoulders, sides, legs, even his feet.
            Walking around behind his dangling victim, Raph whipped Mikey’s buttocks several times in a row, making Mikey’s legs tremble. Then Raph lashed Mikey’s tail, forcing a keening cry from the helpless turtle.
            “Why . . . are . . . you . . . holding . . . back?” Raph rumbled with each swing of the whip.
            When the knotted ends made biting contact with Mikey’s inner thighs, he couldn’t contain his hardening cock any longer. With a loud grunt, Mikey felt his dick slide into the open.
            It appeared that Raph was waiting on just that moment. With ninja speed he grabbed Mikey’s cock, stroking it until it was a solid erection, and then he snapped something tightly around its base.
            “Rrf!” Mikey called out from around his ball gag.
            His brother’s only response was a low chuckle, the sound lustful. Stepping back he raised the whip and then caught Mikey’s eyes. An almost evil grin stretched across Raph’s mouth. Mikey knew what would happen next.
            Though Raph didn’t swing it hard, Mikey swore he could feel each individual leather thong hit the top of his penis.
            “Aaaahhh!” Mikey shouted, throwing his head back. A split second later the whip connected with precision against the underside of his cock and Mikey’s entire body jerked.
            Chest heaving, Mikey lowered his head. His cock was throbbing and not just from the pain of being whipped; Mikey was desperate to cum but he couldn’t because of the thing clamped around the base of his dick.
            Raph dropped the whip to the ground and swiped his fingers across the head of Mikey’s cock. Lifting his hand, Raph showed Mikey the pre-cum coating his fingertips.
            “Feels like you’re gonna burst, doesn’t it Mikey?” Raph asked with satisfaction. “That whipping would have got ya’ off all by itself wouldn’t it?”
            Mikey hung there panting but that wasn’t enough, Raph wanted an answer. “Wouldn’t it?” Raph asked loudly.
            “Efff!” Mikey yelled, hoping it sounded enough like ‘yes’ to satisfy his brother.
            Apparently it did. Raph rubbed his fingers together, seeming to enjoy the feel of Mikey’s fluids. After a moment he squatted down in front of his brother, his upper body disappearing from Mikey’s view.
            A hot breath against his skin was all the warning Mikey got as Raph suddenly bit his inner thigh.
            “Ughh!” Mikey grunted, his body swaying and cock jumping at the sharp pain.
            Raph leaned back until he was sure Mikey could see his face. “Afraid it’ll show? There’s someplace I could bite that no one else would see.” As he said that, he flicked Mikey’s cock with a finger to emphasize his point.
            “Ohh!” Mikey replied sharply, hoping that his ‘no’ made sense.
            Slowly standing, Raph stared into Mikey’s face with gleaming eyes. He circled the head of Mikey’s cock with one hand and slid it forward, repeating the maneuver a couple of times and nearly driving Mikey out of his mind before he finally stopped.
            “Let’s see what I can do with this,” Raph said, letting his brother see that his hand was wet with Mikey’s pre-cum.
            All Mikey could do was wait as Raph strolled around behind him. The wait wasn’t long as Raph’s dry hand began to play with his tail before drifting down to grasp one of his butt cheeks and pull it aside.
            A wet finger probed the entrance to Mikey’s ass, scratching around the puckered opening before pushing partway inside. Having experienced anal penetration with a rubber toy, Mikey knew what to expect and tried not to tense up.
            Raph withdrew his finger, teased the skin around Mikey’s entrance, and then pushed back inside again. This time he went in up to his knuckles, rumbling his satisfaction at making Mikey gasp.
            Mikey felt him pull out again. Tightening his hands around the hook, Mikey waited to find out what torture Raph had in store for him next. When he felt two of Raph’s thick fingers begin to burrow into his ass, Mikey almost lowered his tail.
            Almost. The pain of the invasion was excruciating, but the feeling was traveling from Mikey’s nerve endings straight into his cock. Desperate for release, Mikey started to unconsciously thrust with his hips, his instincts searching for some sort of friction along his shaft and tip.
            The movement made him swing back and forth and Raph removed his fingers in order to grab the edges of Mikey’s carapace and steady him.
            “Want me to let ya’ cum, Mikey?” Raph asked in a guttural voice.
            “Efff!” Mikey responded at once, not caring how distressed he was sounding.
            “Ya’ ain’t done anything for me yet,” Raph taunted, rubbing his plastron against Mikey’s carapace. “I get to go first. Maybe if I’m satisfied, I’ll let ya’ cum. Maybe.”
            Mikey nodded his head, having no idea what he was agreeing to but at this point willing to have Raph do anything to him.
            He felt Raph’s hands on his backside, the fingers digging into the flesh on his buttocks as he separated the cheeks of Mikey’s ass. The thick heat of Raph’s meaty organ pressed into the valley between Mikey’s cheeks and then Raph released them to grip the edges of Mikey’s shell again.
            With slow, careful movements, Raph began to slide his cock up and down between Mikey’s butt cheeks. The sounds of his pleasure made Mikey close his eyes and tilt his head back, the throbbing of his own organ like a drum beat that dictated Raph’s rhythm.
            Raph started to move faster, maintaining the same position though every now and then the head of his cock would dip into Mikey’s asshole. Careful to do no more than that, Raph sped up as he drew closer to his orgasm.
            “Shit, so tight,” Raph muttered, lost in the feeling of his impending climax. “Fuck, not even . . . not even inside of ya’ and it feels . . . good . . . so good . . . .”
            Mikey began to whine against the ball gag, spittle coursing down his jawline, the pain in his lower extremities heightened by every one of Raph’s movements. He needed to cum, he had to cum, or he felt his insides would explode.
            Raph’s movements suddenly became ragged and with a hoarse cry he climaxed. Even as his cum began to paint Mikey’s ass and legs, Raph reached around to snap the cock ring off of Mikey’s dick.
            The response to freedom was instantaneous. Mikey’s hips jerked forward and he came, his jizz spewing out in a torrent to splatter the floor in front of him.
            With a deep groan of satisfaction, Mikey’s eyes slid shut and his entire body went slack as he drifted into darkness.
TBC……..
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