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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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Ensuring Discipline

part 9
            As the pair entered Leo’s room, the leader guided Don directly to the bed, taking the damp towel from around his shoulders before urging the younger turtle to lie down. Once Don was prone, Leo pulled both the sheet and blanket over him.
            With Don comfortably tucked in, Leo walked over to his desk and set their gear in a neat pile on it, leaning Don’s bo staff against the wall. Leo draped the towel over the back of a chair and then crossed the room to close and lock the bedroom door.
            Don watched every one of Leo’s movements through half shut lids. He was warm, comfortable, and the high from the orgasmic endorphins was wearing off, leaving him feeling very sleepy. It was difficult not to go immediately to sleep, but he was in a race against time and anything pseudo-Leo did might offer Don a clue to ridding themselves of him.
            His locking the door told Don that this Leo didn’t trust Raph or Mikey. He knew they were trained ninjas and a simple door lock wouldn’t keep them out, but their having to pick the lock would give Leo the two seconds warning he needed to be ready for an attack.
            When Leo leaned his katanas against the nightstand near his side of the bed, it made Don pray that neither of his younger brothers try anything as bold as an attempted nighttime raid. Don was fairly certain Leo would meet such an attack with deadly force.
            Don expected Leo to crawl into bed then, but his brother went to stand in front of his ‘spy’ monitor instead. Using his remote, Leo brought Mikey’s room up on the screen. The only light that was on was the small one Mikey had next to his bed and though it was dim, it was easy to see that Mikey was asleep.
            Leo switched video feeds, going to the camera that was inside Raphael’s room. The red banded Turtle was sprawled on the futon that occupied a corner of his room and had a book propped up on his plastron. Don hadn’t seen his brother look so relaxed in a number of weeks and he wondered if the knowledge that Leo was preoccupied with Don might be the reason for Raph’s lack of anxiety.
            Don was surprised that he felt a little hurt by that. He had purposely put himself into this situation with pseudo-Leo to protect his brothers; it was Raph’s desperation that fueled Don’s resolve. Raph had said he would kill himself rather than let Leo touch him again, and Don believed Raph would do it.
            Still, it didn’t seem fair that Raph should look almost happy. Don mentally kicked himself in the ass; Raph wasn’t happy, far from it. Tonight his brother had found a few moments of peace and Don had done that for him. Rather than hurt, Don knew he should feel ecstatic.
            Then Don noticed that Leo was standing with his hands behind his back, staring at Raphael. Leo’s face wore the intensity of concentration that he usually saved for the dojo. Don glanced at the monitor and saw nothing unusual; Raph was flat on his carapace, a pillow holding his head up so he could see the book. Every once in a while he would flex his toes, but otherwise he was doing absolutely nothing.
            Leo continued to stare with rapt attention at the monitor, his expression enigmatic. Don’s sleepiness was replaced by concerned curiosity as he wondered if Leo had placed cameras in their rooms for some reason besides simply spying on them.
            It almost seemed as if Leo had stopped breathing; so intent was his focus. In another couple of minutes, Don watched as Leo moved one of his hands to his side and began rubbing his hip almost absentmindedly.
            The repetitive motion drew Don’s eyes and it was then he noticed the bulge in Leo’s plastron. Leo’s hand crept ever nearer to it; his eyes never leaving the monitor.
            Don felt a rush of heat sweep over his face and sat up. He didn’t want Leo to look at anyone but him; they had just had sex and it was only right that Leo give Don his undivided attention.
            The irrational surge of jealousy was both alarming and intriguing at the same time. Don was playing a role in order to protect his siblings from a sadistic imposter and to learn facts that would help in locating the real Leonardo. Somehow the line between victim and participate was becoming blurred.
            Despite his rationalization, Don couldn’t contain the resentment that was swirling inside of him as he watched Leo’s hand sweep across the spot where his erection was hidden. Leo’s eyes were still glued to Raph and whatever he was seeing was definitely exciting him.
            Clearing his throat, Don called softly, “Come to bed, Leo. It’s cold here without you.”
            There was no response from his brother, who remained fixated on Raphael. On top of Don’s jealousy came the fear that pseudo-Leo, having conquered Donatello, was bored and looking for a new challenge.
            Don’s eyes narrowed as he contemplated Leo. Giving in to his twisted brother’s whims would only offer a reprieve to his younger siblings if Leo still found some provocation in Don’s behavior. As a ninja, Donatello had been trained to change his fighting technique at a moment’s notice; it appeared that such a change was called for.
            Tossing back the covers, Don swung his legs off the bed and sat up abruptly. He paid for the quick move when a shooting pain lanced through his rear end, but he managed to swallow his groan.
            “I think it would be better if I slept in my own room,” Don said, purposely deepening his voice so that the tone was much harsher than normal.
            The sudden action and the sound of Don’s voice cut through the concentrated haze of his brother’s lust. Leo spun around and stalked towards where Don sat, approaching so quickly that Don didn’t have time to stand up.
            Placing one knee on the bed next to Don, Leo loomed over his younger brother, eyes flashing.
            “Is that jealousy I hear?” Leo asked in a husky whisper. “Are you feeling possessive of me?”
            “If you want my loyalty and my companionship as something more than a brother, the least you can do is remain focused on me,” Don said, showing no fear as he tipped his head back to return his brother’s stare.
            “Are you going to start dictating my actions? Do you think you’ve earned that right?” Despite the dangerous tone in his voice, Leo began caressing Don’s shoulder, leaning into him and forcing Don to tilt backwards on the bed.
            “Raph isn’t the most stubborn brother in this family,” Don said hoarsely, his emotions tumbling over one another. “He’s just the loudest.”
            “Whereas you are all about silent defiance,” Leo observed. “I wonder which is more dangerous to our family dynamic.”
            “You should know me by now, Leo,” Don said as Leo hooked a hand behind his neck. “I like to know exactly where I stand.”
            Leo’s mouth covered his almost before Don got the last word out. Don lifted his hands to Leo’s plastron so that he could shove his brother away, but Leo used his body weight and leverage to push Don back onto the bed.
            With his hand firmly on the back of Don’s neck, Leo held Don’s head in place as he began ravishing his brother’s mouth. Don fought Leo’s aggression for several minutes, his struggles bringing up churrs of pleasure from pseudo-Leo.
            Finally Don groaned in defeat. Leo’s other hand had been busy between them and Don was having a difficult time containing his erection.
            Leo chuckled and pulled away from Don’s mouth. “Stubborn doesn’t even begin to describe you little brother. Do you really want to deny yourself this pleasure just to prove a point?”
            “If . . . if I have t . . . to,” Don stuttered.
            With a knowing smile, Leo’s tongue slithered out of his mouth and swiped across Don’s lower lip. “I’m not going to penetrate you again, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Leo said. “Let’s try something different. I know you’re not averse to learning new things.”
            Before Don had a chance to ask what he meant, Leo was crawling over him, turning so that his lower plastron hovered just above Don’s face. Sliding his knees along the sheets, Leo performed a slow split until his crotch was within licking distance of Don’s mouth.
            Don blinked as he started to understand what was expected of him. As if to encourage his brother, Leo planted his tongue firmly on the spot in Don’s plastron that was slowly beginning to open. The heat and moisture was too much and Don released his cock into pseudo-Leo’s waiting mouth.
            Shuddering in reaction, Don lifted his head slightly and touched the tip of his tongue to the section of Leo’s shaft that had just begun to show. Leo churred as his cock dropped down, groaning when Don flicked his tongue repeatedly across the tip.
            Don watched in fascination as Leo’s cock began to harden right before his eyes. Using his tongue, he teased various spots across the thick, green length, discovering the places on Leo’s shaft that were the most sensitive.
            When Leo suddenly deep throated him, humming around the head of Don’s cock to vibrate it, the younger turtle gasped and swallowed his brother’s dick in reaction. Since it appeared that Leo was attempting to teach Don what felt the best to him, Don began to copy each of his brother’s actions.
            After a couple of minutes it became difficult to concentrate. Don could feel his orgasm building, spreading his legs wider as his hips wiggled against the bed. As Leo began to bob up and down on Don’s erection, the younger turtle moaned, suctioning onto Leo’s cock.
            Don could feel Leo’s cock throb inside his mouth, the veins along his shaft expanding, and the knowledge that his brother was about to blow his load caused Don to climax abruptly.
            His loud grunt pushed the head of Leo’s cock against the back of his throat and it was then that Leo exploded. As his brother’s cum began to pour into his gullet, Don choked and pulled back enough to swallow properly, feeling Leo doing the same to him.
            Still following his brother’s example, Don carefully cleaned Leo’s cock after his brother had fully expended himself inside Don’s mouth. Leo tucked Don away and Don did likewise, carefully positioning his brother’s dick into its hidden pocket.
            Don was breathing heavily, unable to move when Leo once more shifted, climbing off of the bed and grinning down at his immobile brother.
            Swiping the back of his hand across his mouth, Leo said, “That’s what I’ve always loved about you Donny, your ability to pick up new tricks so quickly.”
            Don wanted to protest out of pure embarrassment, but he was too tired and too sore to bother. Leo stooped down and grabbed his brother’s ankles, lifting them up and around so that Don was properly lying on the bed once more.
            Rearranging the bedding so that Don was again cocooned beneath them, Leo crossed to his side of the bed and slid in next to his brother. Extinguishing the lamp that sat on the bedside table plunged the room into darkness, with only the slight glow from Don’s alarm clock providing any light.
            The computer monitor was dark, indicating that Raph had turned out his lights and gone to sleep. That was good; Don didn’t think he had the strength to go another round with Leo and was afraid that seeing Raph any more tonight would arouse the imposter again.
            Leo pressed against Don’s side and nuzzled his shoulder, sighing in what could only be taken as extreme contentment.
            “Where do you get the energy to keep going?” Don couldn’t help but whisper.
            “You should learn more about yourself,” Leo whispered back, a hint of humor in his voice. “We are turtles, Donny. Sexual stamina is a part of our genes.”
            “It isn’t as though I’ve ever had an opportunity to discover that,” Don responded. “You’re the only one with whom I’ve ever been intimate.”
            “Mmm,” Leo hummed against his neck, “I’m very pleased to have you acknowledge that, although I guessed it from how naïve you are. Don’t worry, the two of us are going to have a lot of fun bringing you up to speed. There is so much more I intend to teach you.”
            Clutching Don tightly, Leo drifted off to sleep. Don was tired enough to join him, but his mind had begun racing at pseudo-Leo’s words and he couldn’t fall asleep.
            It wasn’t the solution to this problem that occupied Don’s thoughts though, it was an analysis of his own feelings and reactions that kept him awake.
            Though Don was trying desperately to hold onto the core Donatello, he could feel part of himself slipping away with each day that passed. The more that he accepted from pseudo-Leo, the more things became acceptable.
            Like this new physicality. Already Don had begun referring to what they did as sex rather than rape. That his body reacted to Leo’s sensual touches and vast knowledge wasn’t something that Don could control and intellectually he knew that Leo used that fact as a way to manipulate him.
            But Don had to admit that in some ways he really did like it. This was the closest he would ever come in his life to having a physical relationship with anyone and he knew that. The fact that this wasn’t his real brother pushed aside any feeling of guilt at succumbing to an incestuous relationship because it didn’t apply.
            That he performed these acts with another male was of no concern to Don either; to him the word ‘gay’ meant someone was very happy. There would never be any opportunity to procreate as they were the only ones of their kind and all males, so the instinctual need to seek out and mate with a female was dormant.
            Don knew that both Raphael and Michelangelo hated this Leo’s dominance by physical force; by the act of raping them to put it bluntly. Raph was as much an alpha male as Leonardo was and it was worse for him. But Don couldn’t discount Mikey’s feelings; his youngest brother wasn’t a passive personality either. Given the choice, both of them would prefer to lead in a relationship.
            Having chosen to play a submissive role to pseudo-Leo, Don found that he wasn’t at all averse to that position. He had spent nearly every day of his life working hard to find answers to the problems his family faced, using all his spare time trying to anticipate and provide for their needs. It felt good to turn his mind off for once and allow someone else to direct his actions.
            In the bedroom, Leo had no expectations of Don other than his succumbing to Leo’s desires. Leo always made certain that Don reached ultimate satisfaction in their couplings.
            With a start, Don suddenly realized what he was thinking. He was beginning to justify his actions because pseudo-Leo had shown him that sex could feel good. It was even possible that Don was becoming addicted to it; that this act he was sure he would never experience with anyone felt amazing.
            Was it possible that Leo was playing a game with him; that while Don was trying to manipulate Leo, his pseudo-brother was doing the same to him? Could it be that Leo’s show of desire while watching Raph on the monitor was merely a way to keep Don on his toes, or to discover how much Don was starting to need him?
            Don had to remember that if this pseudo-Leo was even one-tenth as astute as the real Leo, anything was possible. Although Leo seemed to have an insatiable sexual appetite, a large percentage of that was a basic act of control, just as rape was. None of it was about sex, it was about rage, power, and control.
            If Leo managed to create a need in Don for a sexual fix, would he then use that to manage his brother? Would he then move on to attempt the same things with Raph and Mikey?
            Don found that he couldn’t stand that thought, just asking himself the question made him jealous. He liked the feeling of Leo dragging him towards his peak and didn’t want to share that experience or Leo, with anyone else.
            Leo shifted in his sleep, his hand flattening on Don’s chest and Don reached up to rest his hand atop Leo’s. Sharing a bed was rather comforting.
            Sharing a bed with a sadistic rapist. Don was doing it again, forgetting that what was happening to his family was wrong, forgetting the danger they all were in, and forgetting that his real brother was lost somewhere, possibly fighting for his life.
            He was starting to day-dream about life with pseudo-Leo and that was unacceptable and frightening. The longer the fake Leo remained, the harder it was going to be for Don to get rid of him.
            Don knew he couldn’t wait any more in finding out what had happened to his Leo, how the fake one came to be in their home, and how to set things right. If he didn’t do this soon, Don was going to lose himself to a new reality and leave his siblings at the mercy of pseudo-Leo.
            With Leo asleep at his side and his brothers safe for the moment, Don pushed aside all thoughts of the psychology of both he and Leo’s interactions and focused on the biggest question that was facing him.
            Given the very limited time-frame in which to operate, Don had to come up with a plan that would get him into Master Splinter’s room. He also had to run through every alternate scenario he could imagine, including one that involved his getting caught by pseudo-Leo.
            There was more at stake than just the fact that Leo planned to brick up the entrance to Master Splinter’s room. Getting rid of pseudo-Leo now was the only way to ensure that Raph and Mikey stayed safe and to increase the positive odds for getting the real Leo back home.
            It also needed to be done soon for another reason; if Donatello waited too much longer, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let go of a fake Leo who so satisfied the physical side of Don’s nature. If Donatello waited too much longer, being able to get rid of fake Leo might just become impossible for him.
TBC………………..
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