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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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            The morning after his roof top talk with Raph, Michelangelo awoke with a massive erection.
            Clinging to the edges of his mind were the residual impressions of an extremely erotic dream. Mikey could still feel rough hands bruising his thighs, the pinch of strong teeth against his tail, the scratch of course rope digging into his ankles. If he closed his eyes, Mikey could see Raphael hovering over him, the wicked grin on his brother’s face promising more such exquisite torture.
            With a groan, Mikey lifted his hand to his cock and dragged a single finger along its underside. That was all it took to bring him to climax, his body shaking against the bedding and his heels denting the mattress.
            In the aftermath of such an intense orgasm, Mikey lay on his bed, breathing heavily and staring with unseeing eyes at his ceiling.
            It was then he finally acknowledged that he was; one, sexually aware; two, for some reason - either instinctive or genetic - attracted to his own brother; and three, that pain was the trigger for his urges.
            That Raph happened to be the brother he desired also made perfect sense. Mikey associated Raphael with pain – for obvious reasons. He wasn’t sure if he could say that Raph was the most dominant of his brothers but the red banded turtle was certainly the most aggressive. Somehow that aggression was ultimately alluring to Michelangelo.
            Mikey continued to think it through, going into an almost semi-meditative state as both his mental and physical aspects merged. At that level he understood something about himself; experiencing pain was his signal to submit and the act of submission, due perhaps to his reptilian nature, was the greatest sexual turn on of them all.
            None of his brothers appeared to be affected by this biological change; that much Mikey could tell. Mikey wasn’t sure why he was the only one, but maybe that had to do with the way each of them had mutated. Whatever the reason, Mikey was going to have to deal with this on his own. It was absolutely not something he wanted to discuss with his father or any of his brothers.
            His thoughts drifted to his dream and how he’d taken care of himself afterwards and Mikey suddenly had an epiphany. He would take a proactive approach to his new need and develop a daily routine that quenched his internal fire before he even stepped out of his room.
            Every morning Mikey would masturbate in order to relieve any chance of sexual tension during practice. Also, rather than behave differently around the brother he desired, Mikey would train himself to tuck away the memory of each of their physical encounters so that he could relish replaying them in his mind later, in private.
            Mikey would in effect compartmentalize his life. Every contact with Raph would be stored in a little cell in his mind rather than reacted upon and when Mikey was ready to use that memory, he’d extract it and pleasure himself while re-playing it.
            Thus determined, Mikey rolled out of bed and went to wash up. At breakfast, Raphael eyed him a little more than usual, but Mikey behaved exactly as he normally did in the mornings, cracking jokes and focusing his attention on his food.
            Mikey knew that Master Splinter would pair him up with Raph again during practice. After his poor showing from the previous day, Mikey was going to have to prove that there was nothing wrong between him and his brother.
            This time when they sparred Mikey gave as good as he got. There was no holding back and no dodging; in fact, Mikey was more focused than usual because of the mental challenge he’d issued himself. Just as he’d resolved to do, Mikey stored away every one of Raph’s touches, not allowing himself to dwell on it as it occurred.
            Because it was working, Mikey grew even bolder. Now he wanted Raph to touch him as much as possible, to be as rough with him as he could. To that end Mikey initiated contact more often than was usual in a bout against his hot headed brother. The change in his technique worked in his favor because it threw Raph off his stride.
            When Master Splinter called an end to their sparring session, Mikey had taken Raph down three out of four times. While Master Splinter critiqued their performance, Mikey caught Raph glancing at him, his brow furrowed. Mikey simply grinned back.
            While showering after practice, Mikey indulged himself and masturbated to that morning’s collection of experiences. He even had a nice set of bruises on one arm from where a frustrated Raph had gripped him when trying to wrestle Mikey to the ground. Mikey used his free hand to jab at the bruises, the added pain making him orgasm quickly.
            Afterwards he set out to make himself some lunch, his mood relaxed and jovial. Two orgasms in one morning left him feeling pretty sated and he even tipped a wink at Donny who was exiting the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand. The genius almost tripped on his own feet while doing a double take and Mikey could almost see the thought whirling in Don’s head that the youngest was up to no good.
            That made Mikey chuckle. Don’s reaction was almost as good as one he’d have if Mikey actually had pranked him.
            Just as he was taking the first bite of his sandwich, Mikey realized that with things back to ‘normal’ and practice over for the day, there wouldn’t be further opportunities to interact with Raph, at least not physically. Mikey had used his memories from practice to bring himself off in the shower and wasn’t going to have any new ones to satisfy his need the following morning.
            Slowly setting the sandwich on his plate, Mikey contemplated the situation. He was fairly sure that a replay of past events would provide him with the necessary stimulation, but he had a feeling they wouldn’t evoke the same level of excitement. That was going to be a problem since Mikey couldn’t afford to be any later for practice than he normally was.
            Picking up the sandwich, Mikey began to eat again as the wheels in his head started spinning. There was really only one option open to him and Mikey practically inhaled his lunch as he recognized it. He was going to have to play his favorite game of ‘poke the Raphie’.
            It wasn’t a chore to figure out where his brother was either; both Raph and Leo had routines they liked to adhere to. While Don would grab some lunch, shower, and go to his lab after morning practice, the other two turtles remained in the dojo and continued with their workouts. They were certainly a lot more driven about their skills than either Don or Mikey.
            Mikey had discovered long ago that was partly due to their competitive natures, but it was also just how their personalities were. Don’s special talent was his genius and Mikey was gifted with a natural athleticism that gave him a distinct advantage over his brothers. Leo and Raph were the true warriors in the family
            Sauntering into the dojo, Mikey leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his plastron, and eyed his brothers. Raph was doing shoulder presses with the free weights and Leo was on the floor doing push-ups, as though the hundred they’d done to warm up for practice wasn’t enough.
            The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Raph’s routine was very predictable and he’d be moving on to the weight bench next. Usually he and Leo took turns and spotted for each other, but if someone else was available Leo would take the opportunity to run through some of the more advanced katas.
            There was a mirror on the wall in the place where Raph lifted weights, something that Don had salvaged from a gym that was closing down. Raph and Mikey’s eyes met in the glass and the younger turtle saw his brother’s lips press into a thin line. Having Raph already suspicious of him was going to make things a lot more fun.
            As soon as Raph set the dumbbells aside and turned to the bench, Mikey shoved off the wall and walked over.
            “What?” Raph barked, trying to freeze Mikey with a glare.
            Undaunted by the ferocious look, Mikey said, “Chill bro’. I thought I’d give my muscles a work out and figured we could spot for each other.”
            Raph started to say something but swallowed it upon glancing over at Leo. From the corner of his eye, Mikey saw that their big brother was coming towards them.
            “Did you need me to spot you Raph, or has Mikey got you covered?” Leo asked.
            There was a second of silence and then Raph said, “Mikey’s gonna lift with me. Go ahead and play with your swords, Leo.”
            Leo nodded and moved to the farthest side of the room away from them, putting a safe distance between his brothers and his razor sharp katanas. Raph dried his hands on a towel and lay back on the bench, lifting and lowering the forty-five pound bar effortlessly.
            While Raph warmed up, Mikey let his eyes drift over his brother’s body. He made no effort to conceal his perusal and Raph didn’t notice until he set the bar on the rack. Rather than make a point of it, Raph jumped up from the bench, silently turning it over to his younger brother.
            It wasn’t hard to see that Raph was restraining himself, apparently determined to ignore anything Mikey said or did. This was probably the way Raph had decided to deal with Mikey in case his younger brother brought up anything containing a sexual connotation. Whether or not Raph actually believed that Mikey’s previous behavior was an elaborate gag didn’t matter, the way Raph handled it was all that counted to the red banded turtle.
            Exaggerating his own real desires for Raph served a double purpose; it would solidify the belief that Mikey was just messing with him and it would hack Raph off. The angrier Raph got, the more opportunities there were for Mikey to get smacked around.
            Whereas before Mikey had been fearful of the fallout from Raph’s reaction to any hint of a sexual attraction, that agitation was nearly gone. Mikey knew Raph was determined to excuse everything he did as just another of his younger brother’s pranks, so the chances of Raph calling the family’s attention to it was miniscule. Mikey now relished the chance to torment Raph with something that apparently squicked him almost as much as bugs.
            When Mikey finished warming up his muscles, he gave the bench over to Raph with a flourish, waving his hand at it and executing a bow. Without a word, Raph added a twenty-five pound weight plate to each end of the bar, locking them in place.
            While Raph was adding the weight, Mikey walked around to the head of the bench and stood ready in case his brother needed assistance. The additional fifty pounds wouldn’t even make Raph break a sweat, but Mike’s position afforded him a nice view of his brother’s muscles.
            It was clear that Mikey was going to have to break the silence if he wanted to goad Raph into losing his temper to some degree. Otherwise Raph would go through the entire exercise sequence without saying a word.
            “I’m surprised you start out so light,” Mikey commented as Raph began his reps.
            Raph’s jaw muscles worked, as though he was trying to refrain from talking, but his brother’s comment was innocuous enough to be taken as honest curiosity. “It ain’t like I’m in a big hurry ta get this done,” Raph said evenly. “I found out I can adjust ta heavier weights if I move up ta them gradually.”
            As he racked the bar, Mikey said, “It’s exciting that you know your own body so well.”
            Though Raph was sitting up and Mikey couldn’t see his face, he did see Raph’s shoulder’s tense. After a second they relaxed and Raph spun off the bench, looked Mikey in the eye and said, “This works better if ya’ don’t talk so much.”
            Mikey grinned as he lay back and began to lift. “Actually, talking helps me when I work out. You don’t have to though; I get that you’re more brawn than anything else.”
            When he settled the bar into place Mikey added, “That’s one of the things I like about you.”
            He could see Raph’s hands clench into fists. Mikey made sure to keep a taunting expression on his face, knowing that would drive his brother up the wall as much as words did. Raph looked dour as he practically slammed the next set of weight plates into position.
            Neither turtle said anything as Raph lifted nearly a hundred and fifty pounds of metal. Mikey studied his arms, noting that the veins weren’t even showing yet. As Raph finished, Mikey murmured, “I wonder if the Foot have ever realized just how strong you really are.”
            Raph wiped his hands on a towel as he replied, “Only the ones I’ve hit.” It was a natural response and Raph didn’t realized it might not have been the best thing to say only after it came out of his mouth.
            Mikey chuckled. “Yeah, I can attest to how painful that can be.”
            They traded again without Raph following up on Mikey’s comment, thought normally he would have said something like “ya’ get what ya’ deserve”. It was telling that Raph didn’t offer a comeback.
            As Mikey lifted the weights he looked up at Raph’s face. His brother’s eyes seemed to be focused on Mikey’s chest, though they did move to sweep across the younger turtle’s neck and arms. Raph’s expression was enigmatic and Mikey wondered if he was concentrating on not making eye contact.
            When he finished his reps, Mikey sat up and asked, “When you’re fighting the Foot do you ever have the urge to wrap your arms around one of them and crush him?”
            That snapped Raph’s attention back to Mikey’s face. “What the hell kind of question is that?” he snarled. “That would be a damn stupid ass move now wouldn’t it?”
            Without waiting for an answer, Raph angrily yanked a pair of twenty five pound plates off the bar and replaced them with fifty pounders. After a second’s hesitation, he added another pair of fifty pound plates.
            Mikey eyed the added hundred and fifty pounds with trepidation. His outside limit was around five hundred pounds but Raph could lift infinitely more. If Raph kept adding weight at this rate, Mikey wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.
            Glancing at Raph, who was now seated on the bench, Mikey realized that his brother was quite aware of that fact. Apparently Raph had decided that the best way to shut Mikey up was to scare him away from the bench. Maybe he thought Mikey would get bored if he couldn’t lift too and would turn the job of spotter back over to Leo.
            Fat chance. Mikey was going to stick with it because even if all he could do was spot for Raph, he could still enjoy the view and verbally annoy his brother at the same time.
            “Do you usually adjust to heavier weights a hundred and fifty pounds at a time?” Mikey asked.
            Raph lifted the bar from the rack, lowering and lifting it easily. “If this is too much for ya’, you’re welcome ta take off.”
            “I wouldn’t dream of leaving you without any support,” Mikey murmured, watching the veins start to rise along Raph’s etched muscle. “Besides, you’re never too much for me.”
            The weight bar clanged as Raph roughly dropped it onto the rack and came off the bench in one swift movement. For a moment Mikey thought Raph was going to punch him and from the glint that appeared in the larger turtle’s eyes it was clear that Raph contemplated doing exactly that.
            Then the glint disappeared as Raph fought the temptation, though his expression was grim. “I seem ta remember ya’ promised ta stop screwing with me,” he said outright.
            Mikey strolled past his brother in order to take his position on the bench, fixing Raph with an innocent look. “I have no idea what you’re hinting at. I just came in here for a little exercise.”
            Raph stared at him as Mikey carefully lifted the nearly three hundred pound weight so as not to strain himself. “Were ya’ looking ta exercise those flabby muscles or your mouth?” Raph asked in an ugly tone. “I got news for ya’, that mouth of yours don’t need any more exercising.”
            Ignoring the verbal jab at his musculature, Mikey completed his reps and said, “You seem to be really fixated on my mouth bro’. Something you want to tell me?”
            “Yeah,” Raph said, bumping against Mikey to get him out of the way of the bench. “Shut up.”
            Mikey hid his thrill at achieving first contact. The bump was barely felt, but it indicated a break in Raph’s steadfast determination to avoid touching his brother.
            As Raph added another fifty pounds to the bar, Mikey moved back into position at the head of the bench. He placed his hands at the ready as Raph hoisted the bar, but his assistance wasn’t needed.
            “You know Raph, I always wondered why you spend so much time building these impressive muscles of yours,” Mikey said musingly. “Is it so that when you get someone down they can’t get away from you? Do you like exerting that kind of control over people?”
            “That’s about as stupid a question as the one ya’ asked me earlier,” Raph said, lowering the bar nearly to his chest and then raising it again. “Keep talking and I’m gonna exert some control over your big mouth.”
            “Sounds like fun,” Mikey said, grinning at his brother when Raph completed his reps and got up from the bench.
            Raph didn’t respond to that, instead getting into his position as spotter while Mikey took his turn with the weights. Mikey was starting to feel the burn in his arms and chest from the heavy lifting, enjoying the ache because he associated it with his brother.
            Mikey half expected Raph to leave him to his own devices as he finished lifting, but Raph dutifully readied himself in case his brother needed help. As soon as the bar was firmly seated though, Raph was sliding another fifty pounds on to it.
            After drying his hands on the towel, Raph lay back on the bench, took a breath, and began another set of repetitions.
            Mesmerized by how the light sheen of perspiration on his brother’s finely chiseled muscles helped to define them, Mikey had to remind himself to breathe. Once more Mikey let his eyes drift down Raph’s body, noting with a private thrill how the muscles on those emerald thighs flexed with each of the large turtle’s movements.
            Licking his lips, Mikey said, “I should make this part of my routine every day.”
            Raph’s grunt brought Mikey’s eyes back up to his brother’s face and he saw that Raph was looking up at him, his lip curled with disdain. Racking the weights, Raph got up, going around the opposite side of the bench to avoid Mikey as the younger turtle prepared for his turn.
            Mikey curved his hands around the bar and breathed deeply several times before lifting practically four hundred pounds of dead weight.
            “Ya’ ain’t got the staying power ta do this every day,” Raph told him with a touch of scorn, watching Mikey work to complete his reps. “I say you’d give up in a week.”
            “Oh I don’t know,” Mikey said, his breath puffing out with the effort, “if I like something enough I can stick with it.”
            He made sure to deliver the last line in as suggestive a manner as he could muster, even waggling his eye ridges at Raph. The low growl that issued from deep in his older brother’s throat was highly rewarding.
            As Mikey lifted the bar a final time and set it on the rack, Raph suddenly wrapped his hands around Mikey’s and squeezed, hard. “This is some new game of yours, ain’t it Mike? Ya’ decided ta jack with me ta get your jollies and ta see how far I can be pushed. Here’s a suggestion for ya’, stop it now ‘cause I can guarantee ya’ don’t want ta know exactly what I’m capable of doing in retaliation.”
            Grinding his hands into Mikey’s one last time, Raph spun around and strode out of the dojo without a backward glance. Leo didn’t even look up, his focus entirely on the katas he was doing.
            Mikey sat up to stare at the doorway that Raph had just gone through, a pleased smile stretching his lips.
            “Actually Raphie,” Mikey said under his breath, “I do want to know what you’re capable of doing.”
TBC…………………..
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