Hard Lessons with Master Splinter
By Winter’s Ink

Leo hit the ground of the sparring dojo with a heavy thud. 

“Your feet were not planted!” Shouted splinter who threw him. “Again!”

The three other turtles knelt near the entrance. 
“They’ve been at it for 30 minutes now.” Growled Raphael softly.
“Dudes, Master Splinter isn’t going to, like, break Leo or anything.. is he?” whispered Michelangelo worried.
“No way. Leo’s going to get it soon.” Said Donatello sounding more like he was trying to convince himself. 

The purple banded turtle absentmindedly rubbed a wound received just yesterday. There were twelve stitches in his side, hastily done by Leo in the back of the van with Raph driving. It looked worse than it was but there was still a lot of blood. 

It was the first time any of the brothers had gotten seriously injured fighting The Foot and Master Splinter was making it hard on all of them, Leo especially. It wasn’t really Leo’s fault but everyone knew he was blaming himself. A poorly made blade had shattered on Leo’s katana and caught Donny unaware. An event so unlikely even Donnie couldn’t plan for it, but it happened all the same. 

THUD! Leo hit the ground again.
“Tighten your core!”

The old rat turned and bowed to the three kneeling students. “You three are dismissed.”

“Yes master,” They said in unison, bowing and hurrying from the Dojo fearing for their eldest brother but fearing the wrath of their master more.

“On your feet. Again!” shouted Splinter. 

In an explosive second there was a sliding of feet, the whipping of fabric, and a dull thud of a shell hitting the padded ground. Groaning Leo climbed up to his feet, found his balance, and squared his stance. Sweat fell from his body with every shake. His muscles ached and vision blurred but he still got up. One swift moment later he was back on the ground. 

The pair continued like this for far longer than either of them realised. To Leo time was irrelevant. Each second of his day was getting up and getting thrown back down. A second would pass in a moment and the next one was already hitting you by the time you realised it had gone.

Eventually Splinter threw his son to the ground the final time of that night. Splinter too was shaking from exhaustion. His breaths were labored and his movements were searing in pain. The old rat knelt beside his son on the ground, wiping the sweat from his unadorned brow.

“Can you hear me, my son?” Splinter spoke softly now, gently.
“Master..” Leo’s face looked pained. “I can’t.. Get back up..” he choked.
“I know. You may relax now.” 

Splinter mustered the last of his strength to pick up Leonardo. His legs trembled at first but he willed them still and solid, for his son. The old rat carried Leo to the baths like he had when the turtle was young. Splinter longed for those simpler times when they would tire themselves out on candy and pizza. 

The baths were always full with clean, cool, flowing water. Splinter carried his son to the knee deep waters, not caring for the clothing either of them were wearing. Splinters simple kimono would be soaked and ruined but he didn’t care. Leo could float on his own but Splinter still held him steady in his lap. 

Gently the old man removed his son’s clothing. He pulled off the elbow and knee pads, uncliped his belt and put it all off to the side. 
“Master-” Leo began to protest but Splinter gently pushed away his hands.
“Shh, my son. I used to bathe you like this all the time when you were young.”

Splinter began to massage the youths muscles, starting with his shoulders and arms.

“Master. I’m sorry.” Leo started getting choked up again. “I couldn’t do anything.”
Splinter’s features were soft and concerned for his son. 
“The blade broke and I couldn’t stop it. What if- “ Leo twists in his fathers lap, burying his face in the old rats furry shoulder. Quietly sobbing.
“It’s okay, my son. It all turned out alright because you did what you needed to do. Something bad happened and you led your brothers back to safety. Just like a true leader.”
Leo sniffles, getting back in control of his emotions. “Thank you sensei.”
“I knocked you down, Leonardo, but you kept getting back up until you could not move even a finger. Donatello will get over being knocked down too, all four of you will and you will be stronger for it.”

A long silence fell between the pair. Still sideways in his masters lap Leo breaks the silence first.
“This is nice, sensei. But really I could have bathed myself.”, he says slightly red in the face. 
“Nonsense,” says Splinter, not halting his massage.
“No really Master.” Leo pauses getting a deeper shade of red, “I’m getting... “
“Ah.” says Splinter taking note of the pink shaft beginning to emerge from his son’s pelvis. “Do not strain yourself, my son. I will take care of it.”

Splinter reaches towards the turtle's midsection, drawing his fingers along the bottom of Leo’s cock. The sensitive phallus jumps at the delicate touch. 
“Sensei!” whisper-shouts Leo, clearly flustered.
Splinter giggles at his son’s reaction, “I am not frightened of your penis, Leonardo. I have seen it before.” 

Leo wraps his sore arms around his fathers chest, his head still nestled in Splinters furry shoulder. “Okay.” he says quietly, watching his fathers hand move to his crotch.
Splinter embraces his son and slides his hand down Leo’s chest. The long furred fingers wrap around the youths warm penis. 
“Let me know if I am hurting you.” Splinter whispers, placing a kiss on Leo’s forehead.

Leo nods in the affirmative. The rat’s hand squeezes the cock and gently begins stroking it up and down. Leo has jerked off before but had never had any kind of sexual contact before. He felt safe and secure in his fathers hands. 

Before long he felt his orgasm take over as his body tensed up. Leo’s hips instinctively start pumping his cock in his master’s hand as he shoots ropes of white liquid into the water of their shared bath. 

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It was late afternoon before Leo woke up the next day. Every muscle in his body ached. Leo got up, did his morning stretches and then set up to find his master. He tried not to think too hard on the specifics of last night, trying to avoid another erection.

Leo found his master meditating shortly after. Splinter was bare chested, wearing nothing but his usual arm and foot wrappings and a fundoshi, a traditional type of japanese underwear. It cupped his junk in a way that Leo could see the outline of a hefty sack and flacid penis. 

“Master, where is your Kimono?” Asked Leo.
 “It was ruined by the water in our bath yesterday. I will need to find a new one soon.” he said as calmly and lazily as the smoke wafting from the incense. “Come, sit my son. Tell me what really worries you.”
Leo did not sit. He paced back and forth going over all the things he wanted to say but not knowing how to say any of them. “I wanted to talk about what I- I mean we.. umm.”

“Leonardo, still yourself. Sit and speak your mind.” Splinter sounded much more commanding this time. 

Leo knelt before his father and placing his head on the ground in a bow spoke, “Sensei I wish to have sex with you. I wish to reciprocate what you did for me yesterday.” He blurted.

Splinter felt his heart skip a beat and then replied calmly, “This is not the place for sex. Let us retire to my bed.”

Leo perked up not sure how he was expecting his sensei to react but certainly happy with the result. He followed Splinter through the halls, he could feel his face beet red and his body giddy with excitement. Splinter too seemed to have a little more spring in his step. 

Leo stepped into his masters chambers and Splinter slid the door closed behind them. The room was a little dark but it smelled like his master. It smelled safe. 

“What do we do first?” Asked Leo nervously.

“First we remove each other's clothing.” Said Splinter.

The old rat reached up behind the taller turtle’s head to untie his mask. He let it drop from his face and fall between them on the floor. It was the only thing that Leo was wearing and despite it not hiding much he still felt naked without it. 

The rat held out his arms and Leo carefully unwrapped them. The short fur felt pleasant on the turtle’s skin. Leo was liking getting to know his father more intimately. Next Splinter sat on the bed and held out his feet. Leo knelt before his master and unwrapped those too. 

All that was left now was the fundoshi Splinter wore. Leo was already fully erect and he could see the cloth was struggling against his master's stiffness too. Splinter stood before his kneeling son so his crotch came up to the youths nose.

“Proceed however you like, my son.” Splinter gave permission.

Leo grasped the clothed balls and perky underwear, burying his face in it and taking a deep breath in. He inhaled his fathers musky scent deeply, savoring it. He reached between Splinters legs, letting his hands slide over Splinters toned rear. Leonardo’s fingers dug into the fur and flesh of his fathers supple bum, pulling at the cloth tied under his tail and letting the garment fall to the ground. His fathers hard, uncut, humanoid cock bounced up before his eyes.  

“It looks so different from mine.” wondered Leo. 

Leo cupped the older rat’s balls and stroked down the length of Splinters penis, pulling back the skin and exposing the soft, wet gland underneath. He bought his face forward just an inch and then stopped to look up at his father. Splinter nodded in approval. Leo opened his mouth and tasted the pink flesh. It tasted like salt and sweat but smelled so much like his father. 

Leo wrapped his lips around the head of the Splinter’s penis and gently licked at its tip. Slowly he took more and more of his fathers phallus. He could feel Splinters encouraging hand on the back of his head as his chin touched Splinters balls and nose buried deep in musky pubes. 

Splinter laid back on the bed. His legs wrapped around his son’s shell, gently holding the turtle to his crotch. Leonardo’s hands explored up and down the rats body. One hand worked its way to the rat's chest, massaging his nipple. The other firmly squeezed Splinters ass cheek, keeping his cock as deep in Leo’s mouth as possible. 

Splinter felt his back arch in the pleasure coming from his groin. His son’s sucking was deep and passionate. Splinter found himself moaning in ecstasy with every new motion. 

“Prepare yourself, my son.” Splinter warned but Leo did not relent. He kept his lips sealed around Splinter’s cock as he felt it twitch, beginning to spew salty cum into youth’s hungry maw. Splinter grunted and thrust deeper into Leo with each pulse of his orgasm. Leo could feel how much pleasure he was giving his father and it spurred him on to suck harder. He sucked down every last bit of his fathers seed as it shot from Splinter’s cock down his throat.  

Leo let the still hard cock slip from his lips. It whipped up and slapped Splinter’s belly with an audible thwack. Splinter was panting heavily, “You did excellent, my son.” Splinter reached out pulling Leo over top of him so they were face to face. “Thank you, sensei.” whispered Leo. Their lips touched gently as Splinter caressed Leo’s face. “This feels good.” said Leo, his hard cock cock rubbing against Splinters. 

They kissed again, this time their lips parting in the embrace. Their tongues met, Leo filled his lungs with Splinter’s breath. The taste of his fathers mouth mixed with the taste of his father’s semen. Leo could feel his cock leaking all over the sexy old rat beneath him. He’s never before been so stimulated. 

“It seems my body still wants more of you,” said Splinter, squeezing their cocks together, “But maybe it’s time you focus on your own pleasure.” Splinter lifted his legs so that the turtle’s cock fell between his ass cheeks.

“Are you sure?” asked Leo, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Do not let fear govern your actions. With enough preparation you will not harm me.”, Splinter licked the side of Leo’s face causing him to smile wide.

Leo once again descended to the old rats groin. He lifted Splinter’s legs above his head exposing the tight pink tailhole. Leo pressed his face between his sensei’s cheeks and kissed the soft flesh. He licked at it, cautiously at first, and deciding that he didn’t mind the taste, began prodding the hole with his tongue. He enjoyed how his master twitched and squirmed involuntarily with each of his licks. And the soft ‘Oh my’ Splinter breathed when he finally slipped his tongue into the tight passage. 

Leonardo tongued and fingered his father for some time before deciding the old man was properly prepped. Leo got into position, the tip of his cock prodded at Splinter’s entrance. Splinters legs wrapped around the turtles hips, ready to accept him. “You’ve grown so much.” remarked Splinter running his hand down Leo’s chest. 

Leo pressed his hips forward. There was some resistance but his cock sunk deep into his fathers hole. The feeling was unlike what he imagined it to be. Splinter’s rear was warm and squeezed his cock pleasantly.  “Sensei…” breathed Leo, kissing his father’s lips again. He could feel his father’s legs pull him in as tightly and as deep as possible. 

Deciding to proceed with confidence Leo took the lead. He began thrusting in and out of Splinter’s rear. Leo watched his cock disappear into the old man’s hole, their hips bump, and balls jiggle with every thrust. Leo leaned over the old rat, holding him steady while the turtle railed his father. Driven by ecstasy Leo buried his face in the fur of his father’s shoulder. He could feel Splinter’s whole body wrapped around him, holding them close. He could feel his father’s hot breaths shoot down his back with every pleasure filled thrust of the hips. 

“Master.. Dad!” Leo moaned, ”I can feel it coming. What do I..?”

“Do what your body tells you, my son.” Says Splinter between gasps of pleasure.

With a heavy moan, Leonardo thrusts hard into Splinter’s rear. His whole body spasms in pleasure. The turtle’s penis throbs and shoots rope after rope of cum deep into his old man’s bowels. It feels like the two spent an eternity in ecstasy together, connected father and son. 

Eventually the pair came down from their sexual high. Leo’s sticky cock slid out of the rat’s tailhole. The turtle’s white semen dripped lazily from the now gaping hole. He now felt all of his exhaustion and body aches all over again and collapsed beside his master.

Splinter pulled his son’s head on top of his furry chest and kissed the teen’s head. Their bodies curled together, still wet from cum and stinking of sex but neither of them cared. 

“Thank you for giving me your seed, Leonardo.” Said Splinter gently rubbing his son’s hard shell, “I enjoyed it thoroughly.”

“I’m glad,” says Leo sleepy in his fathers arms, “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

“Of course. Next time would you like to try receiving my phallus?” Splinter asks almost playfully.

“Uhh.. I don’t know if I’m quite ready for that yet.” Says Leo.

“In due time, my son. There is no fear to be had in sex when you do it with those you trust and love.”