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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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            Michelangelo’s hands tingled for the rest of the day. He knew that it was all in his head; Raphael hadn’t squeezed hard enough to do any damage, but the delicious echo of pain stayed with the younger turtle.
            Mikey was walking a thin line and he knew it. He was depending almost entirely on his guile and quick wits to get what he wanted from Raph without scaring his brother into bolting again.
            For the moment Raph was very skittish, eyeing Mikey whenever they were in a room together, his body tensing any time Mikey was near. Satisfied for now with his earlier coup, Mikey ignored Raph’s glare, behaving as though nothing untoward had happened between them.
            The ghostly sensation in his hands was present in everything Mikey did. He was aware of it as he held his game controller, almost feeling a vibration from the device that amplified the tingling sensation. Mikey felt it when he touched his comics, when he lifted his fork, even as he held his toothbrush.
            By the time he was ready to crawl into bed Mikey was hard beneath his shell. No one spoke of his earlier than normal bedtime, though Raph’s eyes did follow his little brother as Mikey climbed the stairs.
            Once in his bed, Mikey dropped down almost without conscious thought. His cock expanded quickly and when he touched himself, the tingling in his hands seemed to transmit itself to his shaft.
            Moaning with unbridled lust, Mikey jerked himself, simultaneously thrusting into his own hand. Gone was his determination to save the experience for morning, he couldn’t have slept with a raging hard-on anyway, and it certainly wasn’t going away without some help.
            Mikey had the forethought to cover his face with a pillow and he bit into it as he climaxed. He was a vocal fellow and without the muffling effect of the pillow he would have announced to the lair what it was he was doing, not to mention who it was that had brought him the pleasure.
            As he lay panting to catch his breath, Mikey imagined that the pillow on his face was a gag placed there by Raph. It was something his brother would do too, if he was into Mikey the way that Mikey wanted him to be. Raph would love the idea of shutting his brother up in such a forceful manner.
            Mikey’s eyes drifted shut as he held onto that daydream and he was soon fast asleep.
            It wasn’t Mikey’s alarm that woke him the next morning, it was a powerful orgasm. Startled from his sleep, Mikey returned to consciousness just as he released, his cum spraying in a high arc to drench his plastron and the arm that was draped over his stomach.
            The alarm clock started to buzz just as he reached completion and with a sigh, Mikey extended his free hand in order to snap it off. He could not remember what he’d been dreaming about but it didn’t matter, Mikey could guess. It was probably Raph doing things to him; things that both hurt and felt incredible at the same time.
            His pillow was still half on his face and Mikey stripped the case from it in order to wipe himself off. There was nothing he’d rather do than stay in bed and enjoy the afterglow from such a fine climax, but he didn’t need for Leo to come barging into his room to get him and discover the state Mikey’s bed was in. Or encounter the scent of Mikey’s sexual release.
            Climbing out of bed, Mikey pulled his door open slightly and surveyed the corridor. Leo and Don would already be downstairs; Leo the early riser made coffee as he was brewing his tea and the scent of java always got Donny to the kitchen.
            Raph and Mikey were the ones who liked to sleep in, which meant that on numerous occasions they left their rooms at almost the same time and then raced each other for the bathroom. This was one morning where Mikey would concede the bathroom to Raph so as not to be seen in his current state, covered in drying cum and reeking of it.
            His brother was nowhere in sight and Mikey made a beeline for the bathroom, finding it empty and locking himself in. A quick rinse in the shower removed the tell-tale signs from Mikey’s skin and he hopped back to his bedroom to strip the bedding and roll it into a ball for deposit in the washing machine.
            Mikey stopped at the laundry room on his way to the kitchen and tossed some towels in with his sheets so it wouldn’t look as obvious as to why he’d needed to do the wash.
            He was tying a fresh mask onto his face when he stepped into the kitchen. As predicted, Leo and Don were at the table, both with cups of their chosen morning brew and slices of toast on their plates. Raph was already there as well, attacking a large bowl of cereal with gusto.
            His two oldest brothers greeted Mikey with a ‘good morning’ but Raph merely grunted around a mouthful of food. Since that was completely normal, Mikey grinned at all of them and helped himself to a large glass of orange juice.
            “You’re running late, Mikey,” Leo told him. “You haven’t time to cook anything.”
            “That’s okay,” Mikey said. “I was kinda in the mood for cereal anyway.”
            Grabbing a bowl, Mikey started to reach for his preferred cereal and then paused. His morning had started off with such a bang that he couldn’t resist a bit of deviltry and switched targets to go for Raph’s favorite box of cereal instead.
            Mikey made a great show of bringing the box to the table and pouring cereal into his bowl. At the first rustle of cereal Raph glanced up, a drop of milk sliding off his bottom lip as he caught sight of the box.
            “That’s mine,” Raph growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
            “Aw come on, it won’t hurt you to share,” Mikey said with an impish smile. The flow of cereal slowed and Mikey upended the box, shaking out the remainder of its contents into his bowl. “Oops, guess that’s the last of it. Looks like I finished it off.”
            Dropping his spoon with a clang, Raph straightened. “I’m gonna finish you off too, punk.”
            That response was pure instinct and a thrill ran along Mikey’s spine as he stared at his brother. Maybe he could still goad Raph into doing something rash despite his brother’s efforts to control himself.
            Raph was half out of his chair when Master Splinter walked into the kitchen carrying his tea things. “Good morning my sons.”
            At the sound of his father’s voice, Raph slowly sank back down, the fire behind his eyes receding. Mikey retained his roguish expression, though inside he was highly disappointed.
            “’Morning sensei,” Mikey said, greeting his father brightly as he sat down to pour milk on top of his cereal.
            Master Splinter came to stand next to the table. “Practice begins promptly in ten minutes. Michelangelo, you should begin your mornings earlier so that you do not have to wolf down your breakfast.”
            It was a repeat of the same admonition Master Splinter delivered nearly every other morning to the youngest and Mikey grinned as he stuffed his mouth. “I’ll work on that Master Splinter,” Mikey promised, his words muffled by cereal.
            “You’re gonna replace that cereal before tomorrow,” Raph stated in a menacing tone.
            Mikey desperately wanted to say no just to further annoy Raph, but their father was still standing right by him.
            Shrugging nonchalantly, Mike said, “We need a few other things so I guess I’ll add that to the list.”
            “Leonardo, if you have finished please join me so that we may discuss this morning’s exercises,” Master Splinter requested, moving towards the door.
            “Of course, father,” Leo responded, nodding to Don as acknowledgement for his brother’s silent offer to pick up his breakfast things and then followed Master Splinter from the kitchen.
            Don rose from the table and deposited the dirty dishes in the sink, retaining his cup in order to get a coffee refill. He leaned back against the counter and watched as Raph drained the milk from his bowl and then spun from his chair to toss the bowl in the sink before stalking out of the room.
            “What’s up with you two?” Don asked, turning his attention to Mikey.
            The younger turtle slowly chewed cereal, taking his time in order to formulate an answer. Swallowing, he said, “Nothing at all. What makes you ask?”
            “Oh really, Mikey,” Don said, his tone lightly sarcastic. “You are baiting him way more than normal. What happened, did he flush your favorite comic?”
            “Perish the thought,” Mikey said in mock dismay. “He’s been having a mood the last few days and I’m trying to snap him out of it.”
            “By getting him to kill you?” Don asked, his eye ridges rising. “Have you ever thought of just talking to the big guy?”
            “What fun is that?” Mikey shot back.
            “So his bad mood is sport to you? Way to be altruistic,” Don said, setting his cup aside.
            “Why can’t I have some fun with him while I’m helping him?” Mikey asked. “That is what that word means, right?”
            Don sighed. “Yes Mikey, that’s what that word means. It also means helping others unselfishly.”
            “I’m unselfish,” Mikey protested as he got up to place his breakfast things in the sink. “I just so happen to be a multitasker too. I help Raph and entertain myself at the same time.”
            “Your funeral,” Don said, walking towards the dojo with his brother. “I’m not even going to bother saying ‘I told you so’ when he pulverizes you.”
            “If I’m dead I wouldn’t hear it anyway,” Mikey said, chuckling as they went in to morning practice.
            Master Splinter did not have them spar that morning, instead spending the entire session on flexibility exercises and katas. Mikey toyed with the idea of accidently on purpose losing his balance and falling against Raph, just so his brother would shove him away, but their sensei had placed them on opposite ends of the line from each other and he couldn’t pull that off.
            As they stretched Mikey noticed that each time he glanced up, Raph was looking at him. When their eyes met, Raph would jerk his gaze away, returning his focus to his own workout. It made a corner of Mikey’s mouth lift to think that he’d gotten under Raph’s skin enough so that his brother was watching him to try and figure out what he’d do next.
            Mikey’s mind wandered during his workout, the flexibility training as easy for him as most physical exertions were. He mused on how much he enjoyed the fact that Raph was getting aggravated with him. Almost gone were the confused and frightened feelings of that evening in the tunnel when Raph had looked at him with repugnance.
            Raph couldn’t be disgusted with Mikey if he thought that his younger brother was screwing with him. Wallowing in hurt feelings or being morose wasn’t part of Mikey’s temperament, he was too resilient to ever succumb to angst. He’d found a way to satisfy not only his new found sexuality but also his own particular kink and he was exuberant at how freeing that felt.
            Maybe the vast enjoyment he was getting from the little world he was creating for himself was messed up; both unhealthy and abnormal by human standards, but then they weren’t human, were they?
            Right now though Mikey had to think of a way to crack Raph’s control just enough today in order to get his ‘fix’. He chuckled to himself, thinking about ‘crack’ and ‘fix’. Mikey really was starting to feel like a junkie, only he was hooked on pain and Raph was his unknowing supplier.
            This new game was made more fun by the fact that Raph was wary and on his guard. The episode at breakfast had only occurred because Raph was still half asleep and operating on auto pilot; he was not going to be as quick to lose his temper when fully awake. Mikey wondered if Raph was holding back because of the possibility that he didn’t really believe what he’d told Mikey, that Mikey wasn’t actually getting turned on by his brother but had been trying out another way to pick on Raph.
            The complexity of Mikey’s undertaking added to its allure. If he could get Raph to hit him then Mikey won. If he couldn’t, then the point went to Raph.
            Mikey loved to win.
            Master Splinter ran them through a series of kicking and striking techniques towards the end of practice. Mikey lost count of how many times their father barked ‘again!’ at them, making them go over the same movement numerous times before he was satisfied with their performance.
            His call for an end to practice was greeted by low groans of relief, followed by his sons dropping to the ground. This wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last, time that their sensei had wrung them out with a vigorous training session. Mikey always wondered if it was because Master Splinter was so invested in their learning through repetition, or that he secretly hoped to wear out four rambunctious boys in order to make them more manageable. Maybe it was both.
            “I have things to do but I don’t think I can stand up,” Don said.
            “Ya’ could crawl,” Raph told him laughingly.
            Don didn’t bother with a retort, which was a good indication of how worn out he was. Master Splinter left the dojo with a satisfied smile as his sons lay panting and sweating on the floor.
            “A shower would be nice,” Leo said although he didn’t move.
            Raph turned his head to look at him. “It ain’t gonna come to you.”
            “I don’t see you moving any faster than the rest of us,” Leo shot back.
            Mikey snorted in amusement. No matter how tired they might be, Leo would never let Raph have the last word.
            A quick inhalation brought the scent of his brother’s perspiration to his nostrils. Mikey’s beak wrinkled in revulsion at the smell coming off of Leo and Donny, who were closest to him.
            Trying to get away from them, he lurched to his feet, taking a few steps forward to reach the wall and propping himself up against it. That maneuver put him closer to Raph and he realized he hadn’t moved far enough to escape the odor of sweat coming off that particular brother.
            At that same moment Mikey discovered that Raph’s scent wasn’t at all off-putting. In fact, it was rather enticing and Mikey was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to drop to his hands and knees, lift his tail, and offer himself to Raph.
            Eyes wide, Mikey jerked upright and bolted for the door, calling back over his shoulder, “I’ve got the shower first!”
            A half hour later he emerged squeaky clean and sated enough to ignore his brother’s grumbles at his hogging the bathroom. There were plenty of shower stalls and Mikey could have left the door unlocked for them, but he didn’t want to be caught in the act of jerking off.
            Just to be on the safe side Mikey held his breath as he passed Raph. With a light step, Mikey went downstairs and invaded Don’s lab, helping himself to a computer in order to place his grocery order, making sure to include a box of Raph’s cereal on the list. He paid for the items with the credit card that Don had gotten for them under the pseudonym of Don A Tello, something that never failed to amuse Mikey.
            When the order was complete, Mikey called April to let her know to expect a delivery and that he’d come by after dark to pick it up. Having a human friend who was more like a sister came in very handy and Mikey thanked their lucky stars for the millionth time that they’d met her.
            Mikey exited the lab after he was done, a little surprised that Don hadn’t interrupted him to make sure the younger turtle wasn’t destroying anything. He heard sounds coming from the dojo and figured that Leo and Raph had found the energy to return to training. Mikey toyed for a second with the idea of spotting Raph as he lifted weights again but quickly tossed the thought aside. He didn’t want to be quite so obvious.
            Since Don wasn’t anywhere around Mikey decided to check the garage to see if the genius was there. Mikey had time to kill and after grabbing a cold piece of chicken from the fridge, he headed up in the elevator.
            As he stepped out of the elevator Mikey heard the low hum of conversation and then saw that the van was a couple of feet off the floor on a lift. Don was leaning over the front bumper, his upper body under the hood and one arm somewhere inside the engine.
            Drawing closer, Mikey saw that Raph was lying on the mechanics creeper underneath the van. Only the lower parts of his legs were visible and the sight of those muscular calves had Mikey licking his lips.
            Tossing the chicken bone in the garbage, Mikey grabbed a shop towel to wipe the grease from his fingers and approached the van in time to hear Don exclaim in frustration.
            “Hurry up and drop the damn thing,” Raph cursed.
            “Don’t you think I’m trying?” Don snapped. “This last nut won’t budge. It’s rusted in place.”
            “Did ya’ spray it with the WD 40?” Raph asked.
            “Yes I sprayed it,” Don answered temperamentally. “It still won’t turn.”
            With an annoyed expletive, Don banged on the offending nut with his wrench and then tried turning it again.
            “What the hell, is it welded on?” Raph asked impatiently.
            “I should have replaced the damn thing months ago,” Don replied.
            Mikey knew the genius was annoyed when he started to swear. “Let me try,” he said, looking under the hood to catch Don’s eye.
            “Be my guest, my arm is going numb. It’s that nut there,” Don said, pointing at the nut before sliding out of the way and handing the wrench to Mikey.
            Don was plenty strong and his wrists were like steel cable, but he’d been going at it long enough for his hands to become fatigued. Mikey got a good grip on the nut, leaning in farther than Don could because he was taller. With the added leverage Mikey was sure he could turn the nut.
            He was wrong. Straining with all his might Mikey couldn’t get the thing to give even a little.
            “Shoot Donny,” Mikey said, grunting with his efforts. “I think it is welded in place.”
            “I’m going to have to take the torch to it Raph,” Don announced lugubriously.
            The sound of the creeper’s wheels reached Mikey and through a gap he saw a flash of red zip past. He was still trying to turn the nut when a warm body pressed against his backside.
            Freezing in place, Mikey watched as a brawny pair of arms surrounded him. The scent of motor oil and Raph’s musk hit him at the same time.
            “Damn it Mikey, give me the wrench and move,” Raph ordered, his hot breath blowing across the side of Mikey’s neck. He must have decided that his brother wasn’t moving fast enough, because he shoved a knee into the back of Mikey’s leg for emphasis.
            There was barely enough functioning brain mass to tell Mikey to relinquish his hold on the wrench as Raph’s hand closed on top of his. Raph’s grip was powerful and Mikey had to wriggle his hand to slide it out from under his brother’s.
            Maneuvering out from between the van and Raph required some squirming as well. The more he tried to twist his body out of the way, the more it seemed that Raph pressed harder against him.
            “What the shell are ya’ doing? Move,” Raph said, his deep voice cutting through Mikey like a knife.
            Mikey finally pushed his rear against Raph’s plastron to gain enough space to duck under one arm and pop out like a squished grape. He spun on his heel and looked back in time to see the van rock as Raph’s hips slammed into it.
            From the angle where he was standing, Mikey had a good view of the side of Raph’s face and saw that his teeth were clenched as he struggled with the unwieldy nut. The muscles in his bicep expanded, the veins springing up as Raph pitted his enormous strength against the stubborn machine part.
            Suddenly there was a high pitched screeching sound and the nut came loose, propelling Raph forward. “Crap!” he yelled, jerking his hand back, the knuckle bleeding.
            “Are you okay?” Don asked, jumping forward to grab Raph’s hand.
            “I busted the skin on my knuckle, no big deal. I got that damn nut loose though,” Raph announced with a grin, looking infinitely pleased with himself.
            “Mikey, your hands are the cleanest. Go get the first aid kit off the shelf and take care of this before Raph gets dirt in the wound,” Don said.
            As Mikey fetched the kit, Don led a mildly protesting Raph to the sink and helped him rinse his knuckles. Mikey took a clean towel and patted the skin dry before applying an antiseptic cream and bandaging Raph’s hand.
            “Are ya’ ladies done clucking over me? Can we finish what we were doing?” Raph asked, a touch of humor in his voice.
            “Mikey and I will finish,” Don said in a tone that brooked no argument. “The hard part is done and I don’t want to risk you getting bits of metal in that wound.”
            “It’s a friggin’ scraped knuckle Donny, not a gaping hole in the back of my hand,” Raph said.
            “Nevertheless, you are going to do what I say,” Don told him, pushing Mikey towards the van.
            Mikey heard Raph chuckle and wondered, not for the first time, how Don could talk that way to the hot head and succeed in amusing him, when if Leo or Mikey did it Raph would blow a cork.
            “What do I do?” Mikey asked, standing as directed in front of the van again.
            “Finish removing that nut, take the bolt out, and then jiggle the starter motor until it loosens enough for me to get it out of there,” Don directed, crawling onto the creeper and sliding under the van in Raph’s place.
            Once more Mikey leaned into the engine compartment, wrench in hand. Now that Raph had loosened it, the nut came off easily enough and it was a matter of a few minutes for Don to remove the part he was after.
            Mikey felt a touch of accomplishment at having helped with the auto repairs and wondered if that’s what it was like to fix things. There had to be more to Don’s constant tinkering than just a need to keep the lair running because the genius’ hands were more battered than Raph’s. Surely no one would willingly do something that they knew would hurt if it didn’t come with some reward.
            Deciding he’d best shy away from that train of thought, Mikey slid out from under the hood and turned around with a triumphant grin. Right away he noticed that Raph was only a little ways behind him and that his brother was gazing at a spot about three feet below Mikey’s face.
            Raph blinked rapidly and glanced up. “Don’t start crowing, ya’ barely did anything and ya’ don’t know a damn thing about engines.”
            “Maybe I’ll learn so I can help Don in the garage too,” Mikey said teasingly.
            “There’s a manual over there on the shelf you can read,” Don said as he lugged the starter to the workbench. “That is if you’re serious about wanting to learn.”
            Mikey glanced at the book in question, noting that it was several inches thick. “Maybe another time,” he said quickly. “I’ve got a few errands to do before I run over to April’s later to pick up our groceries.”
            He was moving towards the elevator as he spoke, afraid that Don would get it into his head that Mikey should take the manual with him.
            Raph’s expression was knowing, a corner of his mouth lifted to give him that cocky look that pierced straight into Mikey’s groin. “Ya’ better have gotten my cereal,” he called after his youngest brother. “Or else.”
            The elevator closed, cutting off any further threats Raph might have made. The ‘or else’ was enough to have Mikey’s toes curling into the floor. That and their close encounter under the hood of the van.
            Mikey was still thinking about that after dinner when he was on his way to April’s apartment. He hadn’t figured that Raph would voluntarily get that close to him, unless he was so focused on repairing the van that he’d forgotten how Mikey had been baiting him.
            Even under normal conditions though, Raph would have merely shoved Mikey aside. No way would he pin the youngest against the front of the van, pushing against him in a manner that made it difficult for Mikey to escape.
            And was it his imagination, or had Raph been staring at his ass?
TBC………………
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