Donatello took a long relaxing shower, trying to calm himself down after seeing Raph. He hadn't expected seeing his lover would make him hate his little brother more.

Raphael was suffering so much, and for what? So Mikey could play happy families with the leader of the enemy clan!

His blood boiled but he forced himself to stay calm and try to see reason. He was no use to anyone if he was too angry to think.

He took his time cleaning and drying himself, knowing that Leonardo would probably be angry if he could smell his rival on his pleasure slave, but honestly Donnie could care less about the leader right now.

The full weight of what had happened came crashing down and Donnie couldn't hold back his tears, thanking what ever gods may be that Mikey and Leo seemed to be out at the moment. He didn't know how he was going to react to them once he saw them next.

He didn't put his slave attire back on, instead he donned a simple brown Kimono. 

Donnie had expected Mikey to come and see him, wanting to hear how Raph was doing and to flood him with Questions that he wasn't sure how to answer.

But it was Leonardo who opened the door to Donatello's room later that day, locking the door behind him and ignoring Donnie's groan of frustration.

“Didn't you get enough from my brother last night.” He snapped, more aggressive than he meant to be. And was rewarded by being pinned against the wall with Leo's arm against his neck.

“You are still my slave Donatello. I let you see your brother as you wished. Do not throw my generosity back in my face.” He growled lowly, making sure Donatello understood before pulling back, letting Donnie cough and rub at his aching neck.

“If you behave than you may do so more often.” He said at a much more reasonable level. “Michelangelo is at the market, but he will be home soon. He'll want to hear of  Raphael.”

Donnie had to take his time to pick apart the language before he could respond with angry narrowed eyes. “Oh I'll tell him what's been happening with Raph. You've had him beaten and raped more than me! By anyone who wants a go. You took a great warrior and reduced him into a toy for anyone to break!”

Leo growled as his slave dared raise his voice to him, punching Donnie in the face and pinning him again. “Don't you dare raise your voice to me.” His growl was darker and more menacing than Donnie had heard in a long time, feeling a wave of panic as Leonardo forced the slaves legs apart. “I've given you too much freedom. You need to be put back in your place.”

Donnie bit his lip hard, trying to hold back his scared whimper as he heard his so called Master spit into his hand so he had something to slick his cock with. It had been so long since Leo had taken him without lube, and with force as well.

“What happened to obedience.” The snarl let him know that the other wasn't looking for a real answer.

Leonardo ripped the kimono so he could enter his slave easier, ignoring the olive turtles cries and protests. His salve needed to be reminded of his place. He was only here for Leonardo to use and he should be grateful for anything that he was allowed.

Donatello fought as much as he could, trying to get free but to no avail and being rewarded by Leonardo tightening his grip around his neck to the point it became difficult to breath.

As hard as he tried he couldn't stop himself from crying out in pain when he was penetrated, rough and with nothing to help him through it. The only small mercy he felt was that Leonardo had taken him from behind, so he didn't have to see his face.

The whole experience was painful and humiliating, while Donatello fought with him the whole time until he was too exhausted physically and mentally to fight anymore.

Leonardo took a deep calming breath after he'd pulled out of his slave, leaving Donatello to collapse on the bed and curl up as his mind tried to recover from the shock of what had just happened. It had been so long since he considered what they did as rape. He had started to forget how little say he really had in all of this, and the harsh reminder hit him like a cold wave.

“Michelangelo doesn't know about... Your Brothers'. Sexual Abuse. He thinks that he was only being beaten.” Leonardo spoke almost softly but still firm, bringing his hand down to pet Donnie who flinched from where he was curled up crying, even though his tears had long since dried up.

“You will not tell him.” He spoke the demand in English, so that Donatello had no excuse for defying him. “Do you understand?”

Donnie didn't answer for a while, but then just gave a slow nod. He wouldn't tell Mikey. He didn't even want to see him right now.

Once Leonardo was satisfied he straightened up, giving his slave one last look before heading out the door, locking it behind him as he left. Leaving Donatello to cry himself in to uneasy sleep.