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Ensuring Discipline	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 5482 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
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- 4
Ensuring Discipline

part 3
            Don’s first instinct after the closed door cut him off from Leo’s view was to curl into a ball on the floor, but he couldn’t succumb to it. He didn’t want Mikey or Raph to see him like that.
            Not sure he could stand just yet, Don crawled up near the wall and turned, pressing his carapace against the bricks. Sliding down slowly, Don hissed when his rear touched the floor.
            The pain was bearable, but it was distinctly uncomfortable. Don felt like he needed to go to the bathroom, his interior throbbing. The worst part was the sting from his sphincter; it felt as though the skin had split in a couple of places and Don thought that it might very well have been.
            It might not have been so bad if Leo hadn’t gotten a bit rough when driving home his point about obedience. ‘Driving’ being the operative word, Don thought to himself with a slightly hysterical giggle.
            Trying to swallow that reaction brought up tears that Don was determined not to shed. There had to be a logical explanation for Leo’s abrupt personality change; if Don could discover what it was, then he could work towards putting things right again.
            Having some kind of purpose helped to calm him a little. As Don prepared to stand, he noticed that his bo staff was leaning against the wall. Leo must have placed it outside of his room when he opened the door for his brother.
            Grabbing the staff, Don used it as a brace and pushed himself to his feet. He had no idea what Leo was doing, but if the door opened, Don did not want to be anywhere near it, or Leo.
            Walking stiffly to the bathroom, Don shut himself in, just barely remembering not to lock the door. Leo’s final assurances about owning Don’s body was frightening enough, the implications of what would happen with the next rule infraction put ice in Don’s veins.
            Staring at his reflection in the mirror, Don had to ask himself the gut wrenching question, was Leo capable of rape? The unfortunate answer was yes, it seemed so.
            The next question, a more difficult one, was whether Don was his brother’s first victim. From the way his two younger siblings behaved, Don was fairly certain he was not.
            Don did not see Raph or Mikey again until dinner, a meal he was carefully prompt for. Neither of them would meet his eyes when he looked around the table, but they responded when spoken to.
            Their behavior was all the answer he needed. Leo’s look of complacency as he sat at the head of the table was another strong indicator that he was controlling all three of his brothers in the same vicious manner.
            Don was enough of a scientist to be able to compartmentalize his feelings and think about their situation in a strictly clinical manner. He knew that Leo understood his brothers well enough to use their weaknesses against them. It explained the order in which Leo chose to pull each brother aside; Raph had always been the biggest challenge to Leo’s authority, so of course he’d been ‘disciplined’ first.
            That Don was the last was largely due to the fact that he never argued Leo’s decisions. Don was always perfectly content to be led, to do whatever was asked of him, and to not second guess orders.
            Don tended to drive himself hard in his intellectual pursuits and their Father had often admonished him for losing track of time. When Leo had finally decided to turn his attention Donatello’s direction, he focused his attack on Don’s tardiness and secretiveness.
            “You seem very far away this evening, Donny,” Leo commented, breaking into his brother’s thoughts. “Were you planning on eating that bread, or feeding it to the mice?”
            Startled, Don glanced down and saw that he was absentmindedly tearing a slice of bread into tiny pieces. Setting in on his plate carefully, he managed to give Leo a tight smile.
            “I was mentally tracing a wire coupling that leads into tunnel three,” Don lied glibly. “I think it’s shorting out.”
            “Something you need to look into?” Leo asked, raising his eye ridges.
            “Probably,” Don said. “I prefer to have all the security sensors operating at optimum capacity.”
            A couple of hours out of the lair to be alone with his thoughts sounded really good. He stared at Leo expectantly.
            “Take Mikey with you,” Leo said. “I don’t like for you to be out without someone to watch your back. Get the problem resolved and come back quickly.”
            “Will do,” Don said lightly, hiding his chagrin. A glance at Mikey had shown him that his little brother was no happier about those instructions than he was.
            After dinner, Don grabbed his duffel and tool kit. Mikey took the latter from him without a word and the two of them traversed the tunnels until they reached the point that Don had claimed was giving him trouble.
            It was easy enough for Don to make it appear that he’d found a problem. Setting to work on replacing a section of wire that was in no need of repair, Don watched Mikey from the corner of his eye. His little brother was nervous and fidgety; not the normal restlessness that came from an exuberant personality, but the anxious jitters of someone on edge.
            His concern for his brother overcame Don’s reticence and he asked, “Mikey, are you all right?”
            Don wasn’t sure Mikey was going to answer him at first, but then his brother turned wide frightened eyes in his direction.
            “None of us are,” Mikey told him in a low voice.
            “Mike . . . .” Don began.
            “It’s you he wants,” Mikey whispered.
            “Pardon me?” Don stopped working, stunned at Mikey’s words.
            “He’s got us beat, Raph and me. He knew how to do it, that’s why he started with us. He’s worried ‘cause he knows how smart you are. He’s watching all the time. He’s not sure that he can control you,” Mikey said in a low rush, his manner furtive as his eyes darted around the tunnel.
            Don noticed that Mikey was careful to avoid saying Leo’s name. He didn’t know enough about the pathology of abuse victims to quantify that as one of the characteristics, but Don could understand it if it was. A nameless pronoun kept the monster from being their brother.
            “Mike, if you know what’s happening with Leo, you have to tell me,” Don urged. “I can figure out how to fix this.”
            Mikey looked around frantically before hissing, “That’s why he’s afraid of you. I can’t talk, Donny. He could be following us and we’d never know. Just watch your shell. He wants to break you.”
            That was all Don could get out of him. He could sense Mikey’s fear; could smell it coming from his brother’s pores. Mikey was right, Leo could easily spy on them without their knowledge. They had come to rely on Leonardo’s exceptional ninja skills as a blessing for their family, now it was proving to be a curse.
            Finished with his fake wiring job, Don decided it was time for them to head back home. He wasn’t sure what time frame Leo had in mind as appropriate for their absence, but Don was learning not to take chances.
            As they were about to enter the lair they saw through the open doorway that Leo was in deep conversation with Raphael. Don felt Mikey’s elbow touch him and glanced over at his younger brother.
            Mikey leaned closer, his eyes glued to Leo, and said, “He’s gonna catch you breaking a rule bro’, no matter what you do. He’ll make sure you break one. Just try to roll with it.”
            Don stared at him as Mikey broke into a loud laugh and strolled into the lair, behaving as though this were a normal night for all of them. He called out good naturedly to Leo and Raph and ducked into the kitchen.
            Taking his eyes off Mikey, Don made his way over to his other two brothers. Raph appeared relieved to see him; tension evident from the rigidity of his body. Whatever Leo had been saying to him, Raph was having difficulty dealing with it.
            Even though Mikey had delivered his warning and then separated from Don before Leo saw them, their oldest brother seemed to know Mikey had said something. As Don walked up to Leo and Raph, the clan leader met his eyes and smiled. That smile seemed to say that Leo wasn’t fooled by Mikey’s show.
            In a flash of understanding, Don realized that Leo had sent Mikey off with him in the hopes that Mikey would say something.
            “Did you get the problem resolved?” Leo asked.
            “Yes I did,” Don said simply.
            “Good. I was just telling Raph that we shouldn’t always count on your security measures to keep us safe. It would be best if we have a new policy in place that none of you goes anywhere alone and that all trips are approved by me first,” Leo said.
            Don glanced at Raph in dismay, certain that edict would bring out a show of hot headed temper. Raph liked his independence and being told when he could come and go always brought out a blistering string of obscenities that culminated in his refusal to be dictated to.
            However, this time Raph’s lips compressed into a thin line but he held his tongue. In a way, that was more frightening than anything Mikey had said to Don.
            “Furthermore,” Leo said, looking directly at Don, “I want to see the search history on your computer daily. There are too many things I need to know about that are kept from me through inadvertence and I intend to remedy that. If I know what you’re working on, it will help me to assess our threat exposure.”
            “My . . . my computer?” Don asked, dread clutching greedily at his heart.
            “You try to take too much on yourself, Don,” Leo explained unctuously. “My job is to delegate tasks and I can’t do that if I don’t know what you’ve got on your plate.”
            “I always try to keep you apprised of my to-do lists,” Don told him.
            “But you often get too busy to remember to do that,” Leo said, his voice changing slightly. “Do you have a problem with my request?”
            The underlying menace in that question didn’t go unnoticed. Don could feel Raph’s eyes on him and he could almost sense his brother’s anxiety.
            “No,” Don answered quietly. “I’ll make sure everything is available to you.”
            “I can always count on you, Donny,” Leo said, his tone complacent. “One other thing, I want you to install security cameras in each of your rooms and in the lab by the end of the week. The feed will go to a monitor in my room.”
            Mikey was just coming out of the kitchen and froze when he heard Leo’s demand. Don’s eyes flitted over to him and then back to Leo, too surprised to be cautious.
            “Are you going to start spying on us now?” Don asked.
            He instantly regretted saying it. Raph’s gasp was audible and Mikey lost his hold on the water bottle he was carrying, barely catching it before it hit the floor.
            Leo moved closer to Don, his bright eyes fixing his brother in place. “Whatever I choose to do to keep this family safe is my prerogative as its leader. I’m sure you don’t want to argue that, do you Donatello? Or is it that you’ve decided to disparage my decisions?”
            For a brief moment the tableau held, with Don on the verge of calling his brother out on his behavior. The fanatical look on Leo’s face and Mikey’s words stopped Don. His younger siblings knew what Leo was capable of and Don’s two encounters were bad enough without inviting worse.
            “That isn’t what I meant at all,” Don said as quickly as he could. “You were concerned about my taking on too much and it just seems like you are going to be doing the same thing. I doubt if Master Splinter wanted you to wear yourself out.”
            “I see,” Leo said, his eyes still burning into Don. “Your hesitance in obeying me was because you’re worried about me. Let me assure you, I’ve never been better. In fact, this is probably the best I’ve felt in years. As soon as we have a few new rules established around here, my life will be perfect. So will all of yours with the proper discipline.”
            Don couldn’t help himself as he said, “I’m sure Master Splinter would be proud to know how you’re accomplishing that. His last words of advice to you before he left must have been very useful.”
            Flashing his brother a fake smile, Don turned and walked away. Mentally kicking himself as he headed towards his lab, Don half expected to have Leo call him back for another private discussion, but Leo remained silent.
            As Don passed Mikey, his youngest brother gave him a look that was unfathomable. Don wasn’t sure if it was due to shock at what Don had said, or admiration that Don had the guts to say it.
            Don sat in his old comfortable chair and began to think. Mikey’s last words to him explained the problem with his alarm clock and the door he was sure he’d left unlocked. It was much too easy for someone with Leo’s skill set to sneak into his room and turn an alarm to the off position, or to set the locking mechanism on the bedroom door.
            If that was how Leo intended to manage Don, then there wasn’t a lot the genius could do to circumvent him. He could probably rig something to his bed without Leo’s knowledge that would wake him on time and he could always remove the locks from all the doors, but Leo was handing down so many rules that Don was bound to break one of them.
            As Mikey had said, Leo would make sure that he did. This latest directive regarding his computer was an obvious ploy to make sure Don wasn’t researching a way to defeat his oldest brother. If Leo could maintain a strict handle on everything Donatello did, then Don couldn’t fight him.
            Fortunately, computers were not Leo’s best friends. He had a rudimentary knowledge of their function, but obviously didn’t realize how easy it was for Donatello to fake a search history or to hide anything he didn’t want his brother to see.
            Don’s bigger concern was having big brother watching him twenty-four hours a day. The faked search history would have to match however much time Don spent at his computer, or Leo would notice the disparity.
            The following week was a busy one. Don had plenty of security equipment in his storage lockers; cameras and other things that had been acquired from Bishop, the Purple Dragons, Shredder, and now Karai. Sorting through them, making necessary repairs, and then running wiring into each bedroom and the lab was time consuming.
            With help from Raph and Mikey, Don managed to get the job done within Leo’s timeframe. The only thing that Don didn’t have was a good working monitor; those were just too heavy to lug around during a raid.
            Don told Leo that he needed to do a little breaking and entering at a nearby recycling plant in order to find a monitor. Since Leo had made the rule about going nowhere alone, he assigned Raph the task of helping Don.
            They took the van because it was nondescript and Raph drove them to within a block of their destination. The building was easy enough to get into; no security cameras and an old alarm system that was simple to bypass. Probably no one worried that thieves would raid a place full of things that were already broken.
            Raph had never been all that talkative when he was working, so Don didn’t think much about the fact that his brother hadn’t said more than ten words since they left the lair. Given the current conditions, Don wasn’t sure that Raph would have answered him if he’d tried to bring up the subject of Leo’s dark behavior anyway.
            Scrounging through the room that held the cast off computer equipment, Don found several things that he needed and began collecting them into a big box he carried. Raph trudged along behind him, ready to play pack mule whenever Don finished gathering stuff. The box was nearly full when they located a couple of long tables weighed down with nothing but monitors.
            As Don started to eyeball the equipment, he heard Raph take a deep breath and exhale before breaking the silence.
            “I’m thinking about running away,” Raph said in a low voice. “Do ya’ think he’ll come after me?”
            Startled, Don set the equipment he was holding down and turned to face his brother. Raph’s shoulders were slumped, his entire demeanor that of someone who has been repeatedly kicked while they were down. As Raph looked up, Don saw a brief flash of the old fire in his brother’s eyes.
            “Yes,” Don answered honestly. “I think this Leo would track you unmercifully.”
            “’S what I thought,” Raph said, lowering his eyes again. He kicked aside a fallen power cable and sighed. “I wouldn’t come back ya’ know. I’d fight him until one of us was dead. I don’t wanna kill my brother and I don’t wanna get killed, but I can’t live like this forever either.”
            Don placed a hand on Raph’s shoulder and squeezed gently. When he finally got Raph to look up at him again, Don said, “Hang on for a while longer, Raph, please? I know I didn’t see what was happening until it was almost too late, but give me a chance to figure this out. I’m sure there is something that I can do.”
            “That’s what’s got him worried,” Raph said, a hint of his cocky smile returning. “He’s got us tied down just fine, he don’t need cameras in our rooms. That’s for you; Leo wants ta know exactly what you’re doing all of the time. Your brains and your computers are the only thing that scares Fearless these days.”
            “Good,” Don said. “If he’s worried that means I have a chance to set things right. Can you stick with me while I try?”
            “Yeah, I guess so,” Raph said. “Donny, I . . . I can’t stand for him ta touch me again. I can’t do that anymore, it’s sucking the life out of me. If he calls me for another private discussion, I’ll either run or I’ll commit seppuku, whether ya’ got this solved or not. Probably I’ll run ‘cause that way if I’m gonna die at least I got a chance of getting rid of him for ya’ and Mikey.”
            “Raphael, don’t talk like that!” Don exclaimed, horrible fear gripping his heart. “Please, please promise me you won’t kill yourself.”
            “I ain’t promising Donny,” Raph said slowly, staring with pain filled eyes at his brother. “Ya’ know a little of what he’s willing ta do ta ya’, but ya’ don’t know it all yet. I hope ya’ don’t find out, but I’m afraid you’re gonna. Leo wants ya’ real bad and he has ways now of gettin’ what he wants.”
            Don was both afraid to ask and afraid not to, but the need to know finally won out. “Raph, has he raped you?”
            The muscles all over Raph’s body tensed and he stepped away from Don, pulling down an invisible shield between them. “Don’t ask me that ever again, Donatello. That ain’t something I’m ever gonna talk about.”
            Don watched him for another minute, gauging his chances at finding out more, but he knew a stubborn Raph when he saw one. Without another word, Don quickly located a couple of monitors he was sure he could fix, and the pair left the building.
            After Don had the monitor installed in Leo’s room, he showed his brother how to flip ‘channels’ from one room to the next with the remote he’d programmed. The cameras he was using weren’t capable of swiveling, but at some point Leo had gone in and fixed all of them on a certain point in each room.
            As the brothers gathered around Leo and his new monitor, Leo said, “I have these cameras set the way I want them. Don’t turn them off, don’t cover them, and do not move them.”
            When each of his siblings verbally affirmed their understanding of his orders, Leo dismissed them.
            The next morning, Leo announced his intention to lengthen their practice sessions and to further increase the amount of time he wanted his brothers to meditate each day. Normally this would have met with a rather loud protest from Michelangelo, who equated meditation with torture, but the youngest meekly acquiesced.
            Things seemed to fall into an even rhythm over the next couple of days. Leo’s mood was almost gentle enough to lull the brothers into a false sense of security and Don began to wonder if now that Leo had them all under such tight control, he was content to discontinue those tortuous disciplinary measures of his.
            Don hadn’t had much opportunity to research the typical behavior of abusers, but a common thread amongst them seemed to be a tendency to escalate, both in the harshness of the abuse and the frequency. Nearly two weeks had passed since Don’s last encounter with Leo and his brother had exhibited no outward signs of displeasure with anyone’s behavior.
            It was only a matter of time, as Donatello discovered the next morning.
            When their practice session was over, Don walked back to his lab, intent on doing a little internet surfing. He removed his bo staff and leaned it against the table next to his chair, but before he could sit down, Don saw that Leo had come in behind him.
            “Hey bro’,” Don said. “What’s up?”
            From the expression on Leo’s face, Don knew that his reprieve was over. His heart started racing and his tongue glued itself to his upper palate, his throat almost closing so much that oxygen couldn’t pass through it.
            Leo slowly pointed towards the camera that was inside Don’s lab, drawing Don’s eyes up to it with the deliberateness of his gesture.
            “That camera has been moved,” Leo said somewhat unnecessarily because Don could see for himself that it was now aimed at the ceiling.
            It was such a base trick that Don would normally have laughed, but he was too scared to find much humor in the situation.
            “I didn’t move it, Leo,” Don said, though he knew his protests would fall on deaf ears.
            “Is there something you’re trying to hide from me, Donatello?” Leo asked.
            “Of course not!” Don yelped. “You know I didn’t shift that camera, Leo. Why are you doing this?”
            “Come upstairs, we need to have a discussion,” Leo said.
            “Shell, Leo!” Don cried out. “You have to stop.”
            “Keep fighting me and this will only get worse,” Leo threatened. “Am I going to find that Raph’s camera has also been tampered with?”
            Don’s mouth snapped shut. Now he understood why Leo had sent Raph to help gather the computer equipment. Leo knew Raph would tell his genius brother about his feelings of desperation. The implications in Leo’s words were clear; if Don argued further, Leo would go after Raphael again.
            Shaking with dread, Don stammered, “I’m s . . . sure Raph’s cam . . . camera is fine. I’m coming with y . . . you, Master.”
            Walking up the stairs behind Leo was one of the hardest things Don had ever done. Raph was nowhere around, but as Don reached the top of the staircase, he caught a glimpse of Mikey’s face. His younger brother stood in the kitchen doorway watching them and he looked like he was about to cry.
            Don stepped resolutely into Leo’s room, though his nerves made him jump slightly when the lock snapped into place. He took deep measured breaths as he waited, growing more anxious when after several minutes there was no sound from his brother.
            He had started to turn to find out what was going on, when Leo came around in front of him. Forcing himself to meet Leo’s eyes, Don worked to keep the fear out of his own.
            Leo nodded to himself as though that was what he’d expected to see. “On your knees, Donatello.”
            Shuddering, Don sank to his knees and waited. As Leo stepped away, Don remained perfectly still, though his eyes tried to follow his brother. Don had no idea what to expect, but he knew it wouldn’t be pleasant.
            When Leo set a pail of warm soapy water and a large sponge in front of him, Don blinked in confusion and glanced up. Leo’s arms were crossed over his plastron, a strange smile on his face.
            “Scrub my floor, Don,” Leo said. “On your hands and knees. I want every inch of it clean.”
            More than a little perplexed, Don picked up the sponge and said, “Yes, Master.”
            Leo turned and walked to a far corner of the room, where he stopped and stared at Don. Unable to process the turn of events, Don dipped the sponge into the water and leaned down to begin his task.
            Don had been scrubbing for nearly ten minutes when he chanced a look in Leo’s direction. What he saw brought his heart into his throat; Leo was watching him intently and rubbing his bulging slit over and over with one hand.
            When he saw Don’s eyes on him, the smile on Leo’s face widened. “You can stop for just a moment, Donatello,” Leo said softly. “I need to add something to your cleaning equipment. Don’t move from that spot.”
            On all fours with one hand grasping the sponge, Don froze. He didn’t dare turn his head to follow Leo’s movements, but the sound of the desk drawer opening made his entire body quiver with fright.
            As Leo stepped up behind him, Don closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.
            “Tail,” Leo husked in a voice deepened by lust.
            Remembering what Leo had said during their last encounter, Don lifted his tail up as high as he could, leaving his anus completely unprotected. He felt something wet press against his entrance, move all around it, and then retreat. In another second the object was back, this time the cool wetness breached his tight ring of muscle slightly, twisting and turning just a fraction of the way inside of him.
            Again, the object was removed, and then it returned. This time Leo pushed it slowly into his brother, taking the time to spin it around as it filled Don.
            Don could tell immediately that whatever was inside of him wasn’t his brother’s penis. Obviously another sex toy, it wasn’t the one Leo had used before. This one was larger and heavier, and Leo inserted it until it reached a point where it would go no further.
            Although Leo had used a large amount of lube and had employed caution while inserting it, Don still found the intrusion to be painful. The uncomfortable fullness was there along with a slight burn and a stinging sensation at the entry point. Don tasted blood and realized he had bitten too hard on his lip.
            Leo reached around Don and untied his belt, removing it from his waist. A second later, Don felt something touch his throat and he opened his eyes, though he couldn’t see anything because Leo had tightened into place what Don now knew was his belt.
            Patting one of Don’s butt cheeks, Leo stood up. “This will help you work faster,” Leo told him just before pressing a finger against the object he’d shoved into Don’s ass.
            An intense movement shook Don’s core as the object began to vibrate. Groaning with shocked surprise, Don very nearly buckled under the onslaught of totally new and powerful sensations.
            “Continue scrubbing, Donny, you aren’t even half finished,” Leo instructed from his original position near the wall.
            It was all Don could do to pull his mind away from the vibrator humming away inside his anal passage and start cleaning the floor again. Trying to ignore both the device and Leo, Don crawled along the floor, using the sponge in a vigorous imitation of the vibrators movements.
            Curiosity got the better of him and Don found that his eyes were seeking out Leo again. With Leo’s face in shadow, Don couldn’t make out his brother’s expression, but he could easily see Leo’s hand was now gripping his own cock and that he was slowly stroking himself.
            Don’s eyes snapped shut, then he returned them to the floor. He could stand this humiliation just fine if this was as far as it went. Maybe Leo would jack himself off in the corner and not force Don to touch him.
            A more rational portion of Don’s mind told him not to get his hopes up. Leo’s movements were slow and languid, more of a tease than an actual attempt towards completion. His older brother was waiting for something and as Don scrubbed, the vibrator buzzing inside him, he started to understand what that something was.
            Face heating with shame, Don felt his penis beginning to harden. He tried desperately to think of anything that would make him deflate again, but the vibrator was pressing against the nerves that made up his prostate and sending jolts of tingling pleasure into Don’s groin. It was only a minute or two later when Don had to give up the losing battle and drop down, his cock hard and throbbing.
            As soon as Don’s erection made its appearance, Leo began to churr. Don moaned lowly, completely mortified by his inability to control his own arousal. The vibrator purred on, intensifying the feeling in the lower half of Don’s body, and he found himself trembling as he tried to control the need to orgasm.
            “Stop,” Leo called as he began to slowly pace across the room towards where Don held his vulnerable position on hands and knees.
            Don’s eyes closed again; he had a terrible feeling that he knew what would happen next.
            “Spread your legs,” Leo told him in a guttural voice.
            “No,” Don grunted, trying to fight the inevitable.
            A sudden tightness constricted his throat, forcing Don’s head up and back. He’d forgotten the belt that Leo had tied around his neck.
            “In a clan, one never denies the Master,” Leo reminded him. “Discipline and obedience are your Gods, and I am their voice. When you defy your clan, you have in essence asked for death. Shall I end your life?”
            The belt pressed against Don’s larynx, cutting off his ability to breathe. Becoming lightheaded, Don had no doubt that Leo would carry out his punishment even to the extreme of killing him.
            Carefully, Don began to widen the gap between his knees. As he moved, Leo eased up on the pressure against Don’s throat.
            “Good enough,” Leo said, retaining a hold on the belt as Don stopped moving.
            Don felt the sex toy stop vibrating and then slip out of him. Leo tossed it on the floor next to Don, whose quick glimpse of the thing proved that it was the same green color as the dildo Leo had used on him.
            “Ego,” Don thought just before he felt Leo move closer to him. Then his mind told him that he was about to be raped by his own brother.
            The vibrator had been inserted slowly and carefully, but Leo was neither of those things. He placed the tip of his cock against Don’s entrance and then rammed his length brutally into his brother.
            Don cried out as the pain hit him. Even prepped, Leo’s size was a shock to Don’s system and the force of the entry hurt terribly.
            Legs trembling, Don held himself up as best he could against Leo’s onslaught. His brother was thrusting into him in a frenzy of motion; using full-body drives that slammed into Don’s interior with punishing force.
            Don’s erection had begun to dwindle, the pain not inductive to arousal. Leo leaned forward a bit; one hand still gripping the belt around Don’s throat like a horses reins, Leo reached underneath his brother and captured Don’s cock.
            “Ahh!” Don shook as Leo began to stroke him back to full arousal. He didn’t want to succumb to Leo’s lustful intent, but the pain in his ass was giving way to pleasure as Leo’s cock struck his prostate.
            They were both churring between the animalistic grunts and groans that escaped their throats. As with most things, Leo seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he coaxed Don’s cock to a painful hardness.
            “Cum, Donny,” Leo ordered, his voice a husky whisper. “Accept your punishment fully.”
            Breathing hard, Don tried to pull his arousal back, but the pressure in his loins was too much. With a gasping cry, Don orgasmed, his hips pushing his shaft into the tight ring of Leo’s fingers as his seed was expelled.
            Even while in the throes of his climax, Don felt the muscles in his rectum squeeze around Leo’s cock and understood why Leo wanted him to cum first. In another second, Leo’s hand left Don’s penis and lifted to grip Don’s hip tightly as he began moving faster and harder inside his brother.
            A long groan preceded Leo’s release and after a few staccato thrusts, Leo buried his cock inside Don and road out his orgasm. Don could feel Leo’s heat fill him, the enormity of what had just happened bringing tears to his eyes.
            Don sobbed silently, trying not to move as Leo finished with him and pulled out. A brief respite, and then Leo said, “Lick.”
            Opening his eyes, Don saw through his tear hazed vision that Leo’s hand was in front of his face. Covered in Don’s ejaculate, Leo was delivering a final humiliating blow.
            Chin quivering, Don opened his mouth and began to clean his own essence from his brother’s hand. Leo spread his fingers and made sure that Donatello licked every square inch of skin clean before pulling his hand away.
            Standing up and leaning over Don from behind him, Leo said, “I’m going to reposition the camera in your lab. I trust that I won’t find it’s been moved again?”
            Trailing his hands down across Don’s butt cheeks, Leo squeezed the skin along Don’s inner thighs.
            “You won’t, Master,” Don assured him in a shaky voice.
            “Then clean up this mess, including your toy,” Leo told him. “When I get back, I want to see it on top of my desk and the rest of this floor spotless. Take the bucket and sponge with you when you leave.”
            “Yes, Master,” Don managed to say, keeping his eyes on the floor.
            The sound of the lock clicking and the door opening reached Don. Then Don heard Leo pause in the doorway and the younger turtle stiffened.
            “Next time you disobey me, I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to an even harsher punishment, Donatello. Do we understand each other?” Leo asked.
            “Yes, Master,” Don said.
            Once Leo was gone, Don collapsed onto the floor and broke down.
TBC…………………….
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