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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_(TV_2012)
  Relationship:
      Raphael/Spike_|_Slash_(TMNT), Leonardo/Raphael_(TMNT), Michelangelo/Slash
      (TMNT), Leonardo/Spike_|_Slash_(TMNT), Michelangelo/Leonardo/Raphael
  Character:
      Leonardo_(TMNT), Raphael_(TMNT), Spike_|_Slash_(TMNT), Michelangelo_
      (TMNT)
  Additional Tags:
      Mind_Control, mind_maniulation, musk, Mind_Break, Domination, Fear,
      Abuse, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rape, Underage_Sex, Mates, Family, Love,
      primal_instincts, First_Time, First_Kiss, Physical_Abuse, beatings,
      Bondage, Male_Slash, Forced_Relationship, forced_Turtlecest, Drama,
      scent, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, BDSM, Sex_Toys,
      Aphrodisiacs, Eggs, Intersex, Hermaphrodites, Breeding, Babies,
      turtletots, forced_oviposition, Harem
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-21 Updated: 2018-02-24 Chapters: 7/? Words: 15300
****** Dominated ******
by KerryAnne
Summary
     Slash kidnaps, Leo, Raph and Mikey and forces them to be his mates.
     Will the brothers ever see Donatello and Splinter again?
***** Taken *****
Leo’s 16
Don’s 16
Mikey’s 16
Raph’s 15
Raphael looked up gratefully at Leo, as he placed a tray containing a bowl of
chicken noodle soup on his lap. “Thanks, Leo, but I hope ya didn’t make it,”
Raphael said, picking up a spoon. “We all know what a disaster ya are in the
kitchen.”
“Relax, little brother. Mikey made it. Are you sure you’re going to be okay,
while we’re out on patrol?”
Raphael spooned soup into his mouth, tried not to gag at the bland and bitter
taste, and said, “I have bronchitis. That’s it and can still take care of
myself. Go.”
“Sensei will be back from April’s place in three hours, so you’ll really only
be alone for…”
“Go!” Raphael said irritably. “I said I’ll be fine. Shit, Leo. Anyone ever told
ya that ya fuss too much?”
“You sure? I can stay with you and send Mikey and Don,” Leo said and placed a
hand against Raphael’s forehead, checking his temperature.
Raphael swatted his hand away and snapped, “Cut it out!”
“Yes, but we almost lost you not so long ago and I…That was my fault and I
worry that something bad will happen if I’m not here.”
Raphael sighed exasperatedly and said, “Firstly, it wasn’t yer fault. It was
mine. I disobeyed orders and that’s why I got shot by the damn Kraang, so quit
the guilt trip. Secondly, what the hell could happen here? What trouble can I
get up ta? I’ll be fine. Please go. I appreciate ya care, but yer treatin’ me
like an invalid and I hate it. Yer gratin’ on my nerves!”
“It’s not what you’d do, but that trouble could find you,” Leo tried to reason.
“Come on, Raph. We both know you’re still weak from….”
Green eyes flashed and Raphael yelled, “When will ya stop treatin’ me like a
pathetic baby and like one of the team again? I got shot, I have bronchitis and
I’m already feelin’ better. I’m dyin’ ta get out there again, Leo. I’ve been
stuck in bed for six weeks. Six fuckin’ weeks and I can’t take it no more. I’ve
been patient; I’ve listened ta yer and Donnie’s instructions, taken my meds and
not argued much.”
“We’ve been over this, Raphael, and you’ll stay in bed until you’ve fully
recovered. You know what? I’m going to stay home. We’ll watch TV. Pick a
movie.”
“I don’t want ya ta stay home,” Raphael snarled, dropping the spoon and
clenching his hands into fists. “I want ya ta go out. I want some space,
privacy. I don’t want ya ‘round me. Yer drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy. Anyone would
think we were an old married couple, the way ya incessantly nag at me,” Raphael
hissed and shuddered at the thought. Bein’ married ta Fearless would be hell,
Raphael thought. Constantly fussed over and bossed ‘bout. Probably also in the
bedroom. Ugh. The bedroom. Matin’ with Fearless would suck, especially as I
ain’t gay and I doubt he is either. I don’t think Fearless even thinks ‘bout
sex. He’s too pure and stuck up for that and would think it’s dishonorable.
“Too bad,” Leo said, setting his mouth into a thin line and ignoring the rant.
“I’m staying. I’ll run out and get pizza and some other snacks. I should be
back in an hour tops. Stay in bed. What pizza would you like?”
“Something better than this soup. It fuckin’ blows. Ya did make it, didn’t ya?”
“You got me. Mikey was busy with his video games and I thought it didn’t look
that hard to make. I’ll get the meat lovers. That’s your favorite.”
“Ya know what thought did? Planted a feather and thought it’d grow. Don’t cook
again. It’s bitter and bland. Bleh,” Raphael said and wrinkled his beak in
revulsion.
“I try my best, but I’m never going to win with you, am I?” Leo said miserably.
“What the hell is that supposed ta mean?”
“Forget it,” Leo said, picking up the tray. “Stay in bed.”
“Hai, chief,” Raphael said and gave him a mock salute.
Leo sighed, deposited the tray in the kitchen, gave orders to Don and Mikey to
go out on patrol, and left the lair, his shoulders slumped and his spirits low.
For six weeks, he’d been at Raphael’s bedside, keeping vigil over him and all
Raphael did was bitch that he wanted his privacy. He could sort of understand
it, but all he was doing was trying to help his little brother. Why couldn’t he
more appreciative, like Donnie and Mikey were? They never gave him shit. Leo
found himself wondering what life would be like without Raphael. Peaceful,
quiet, no arguments, sanity. He quickly dismissed the thought. Raphael was his
brother, he loved him and no matter how big a shit he was, he’d always be there
for Raphael and he knew Raphael would be there for him too. They were brothers
and nothing or anyone could break their bond.
XX
Raphael sighed in frustration and boredom. Screw Leo, he thought furiously. Who
does he think he is bossin’ me ‘bout? He ain’t my dad and I don’t gotta take
this shit. He blew his nose, coughed, grabbed his phone and went on a porn
site. Ogling the busty women with their skimpy, skin-tight clothing and those
who were nude, his eyes almost popped out of his head and his shell began to
feel extremely tight. Wow, Raphael thought. They’re fuckin’ hot. I’d like ta
stick my thick ten inch cock into them and drive them wild. I bet I’d be
amazin’ in bed. They’d love me even if I have scales and a shell.
Raphael began to stroke his slit, his eyes riveted on a particular woman with
the pseudonym, Malia, who was blonde, blue eyed, had a chest size of 38 DD and
legs that went on forever. His dream girl. It wasn’t long before he dropped
down, his thick, purple dick slick with precum.
Raphael sped up the stroking, his eyes glazed, as he churred loudly, his dick
throbbing, and Raphael knew it wouldn’t be long before he climaxed. He had had
a large porn stash, but on an inspection of his room, Splinter had discovered
it and had confiscated it, calling it “filthy” and “perverted”. Now he was
limited to his phone. There was no chance of Don blocking him from doing so.
Raphael knew he looked at porn and that Mikey did too. Leo probably only looked
at “honorable” things, like war books and so, Raphael thought snidely.
A few minutes later, Raphael came, a deep rumble escaping his lips, as he
sprayed his warm, salty, ropey cum onto his plastron and the bedsheets. He
sighed in satisfaction, kissed the phone and said, “Thank ya, Malia. That was
amazin’. I wonder what ya’d be like in bed. I shouldn’t wonder shit like that.
Ain’t like I’m ever gonna meet ya or a girl anyway. My right hand is all I got
and I’m gonna be a virgin forever. Unless I fuck my bros, which I fuckin don’t
wanna do, because I’m straight. That would be revoltin’.
His phone dinged, distracting him from his dark thoughts, and he glanced at the
message, which said, “Raphael, you free after patrol tonight and want to hang?”
“Can’t, Slash,” Raphael typed. “I’m sick and contagious.”
“I can bring food. Come on, buddy. It’ll be fun. We can watch movies. You
shouldn’t be alone,” Slash wrote, fishing for information. He wanted to know if
Raphael was alone.
“Leo’s just gettin’ some snacks and then he’ll join me. Thanks for the offer,
pal. Rain check?”
“Yeah. Get better, Raphael.”
Raphael put his phone down on the dresser and decided to nap, while he waited
for Leo. He didn’t think anything was weird about Slash’s text. After all,
they’d mended fences and Slash even got on with his brothers.
XXXX
Slash waited in the sewers for Leo to return home. When he saw his silhouette
approaching, Slash called out, mimicking Raphael’s voice “Yo, Fearless. ‘Bout
time yer back.”
Leo immediately turned in the direction of the voice, began to walk towards it,
and said angrily, “Raphael, I told you…”
Slash stretched out his thick, broad arms, picking up Leo, who dropped the
snacks, like a ragdoll. Leo struggled futilely, because Slash was too strong.
The bigger turtle squeezed Leo’s neck, his eyes bugging out, until he’d passed
out and tossed him down onto the ground. Checking his pule, he saw that Leo was
just unconscious and headed to the lair for his prey. Leo wasn’t needed for the
moment.
Slash calculated that he probably had twenty minutes until Leo woke up and
longer for the others to return. It’d just be long enough to capture a sickly
Raphael and take him to his dwelling.
XXX
A few minutes later, Slash entered the lair. He withdrew a syringe, containing
an anaesthetic from his belt and stepped into Raphael’s bedroom. The emerald
skinned turtle was on his side facing the door, in a deep sleep, snoring, his
plastron rising and falling with each breath. Slash studied him and his heart
swelled with lust and desire. Raphael was exquisite, muscular, with beautiful
toned legs and a firm butt and he wanted him to dominate and to abuse forever.
To rut him and fuck him. Raphael belonged with him. Not fighting crime. His
purpose was to be Slash’s mate and Raphael would soon realize and accept that.
Leo and Mikey belonged with him too, but that would be handled another time. I
can’t wait to fuck him hard and deep, Slash thought and beamed.
He approached the bed, Raphael still snoring, and pricked him in the arm. The
emerald skinned turtle immediately woke, his green eyes wide in amazement when
he saw Slash. “What the fuck?” Raphael growled, his eyes blazing. “Why did ya
do that?”
“I’m here to claim you, my cherub. You are mine to possess and dominate.”
“Are ya fuckin’ nuts? I ain’t gay or interested in ya. I thought we were
friends. What the hell did ya do?” Raphael shouted, trying to stand up, but the
drug now affecting him, he fell back, his head falling onto the pillow and his
eyes closing.
Slash picked him up and sprinted, as fast as he could to his home, thinking of
all the fun he was going to have with his new mate. Raphael was soon going to
be under his thumb, his nose pressed against Slash’s cock, where it belonged.
His hole would be stretched wide. And he’d be Slash’s for all eternity.
***** Master Slash *****
Chapter Summary
     Slash endeavours to break Raphael.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Slash headed to some tunnels, where he’d set up home, and carried his prize to
the grimy mattress that he’d salvaged from the rubbish dump. He sniffed
Raphael, inhaling his musk scent and trailing his hand over the still passed
out turtle’s body and settling it on his tail. Raphael’s perfect, he thought,
stroking his tail and then thumbing his slit. I can’t wait until my cock’s
buried deep into him where it belongs. My pet and my possession. He may resist
now, but he’ll soon be a docile wimp and accept that he was born to pleasure
me. I can break him.
Raphael had slept without his gear and mask and Slash couldn’t help admiring
his naked body again. He was gorgeous and all his working out had paid off.
Bulging muscles, toned legs, a rock hard butt, the ultimate crime fighter, but
of course he wouldn’t fight ever again. He’d be fucked and suck cock for the
rest of his life. His world would consist of Slash and that’s all he’d need and
desire. He wouldn’t even want to see his family ever again, being content that
he was a slut and drinking all the cum he could get. He’d beg for it, beg to be
used and abused, just a dirty, horny and weak slut. Slash rubbed his hands
gleefully, placed a pink collar around Raphael’s neck with a buckle at the back
and attached it to a chain on the wall. Raphael could move, but not far or he’d
choke himself. He settled down on the end of the mattress and waited for his
toy to wake up.
An hour later, green eyes opened and studied their surroundings. Seeing Slash,
Raphael panicked, his heart racing, eyes wide, a shiver running down his spine.
He moved to get away, but the collar choking him, he sat down, his hands going
to the thick collar, trying to remove it, but without success.
Slash watched his movements with amusement and said, “It’s futile, Raphael. You
can’t escape. You’re chained to the wall and there’s no way I’m going to let
you go. You’re mine. The sooner you understand that, the better it’ll be for
you. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Choice is yours.”
“Fuck you!” Raphael spat, his eyes blazing. “Let me go, Slash! Let me go and I
might forgive ya someday!”
Slash laughed scornfully and said, “Nice try, but not going to happen. Make
yourself comfortable.”
“Get bent!” Raphael roared.
“Lovely choice of words there,” Slash said with a sadistic smile. “But it is
you, who’ll be bent over with my huge cock buried in you. You’ll love it,
Raphael. You’ll feel so good when you’re stuffed and full of cum. My cum. It’s
your destiny. You can’t escape it.”
“My brothers will find me!” Raphael said, trying not to tremble at the thought
of being fucked by the larger turtle.
“I wouldn’t count on it. This is my temporary home. I reckon I can break you
within three days and once you’re broken, you won’t care about anything else,
but sucking cock and being fucked. You won’t care about Splinter or Donatello.
As for Leonardo and Michelangelo, well, they’ll belong to me too and you’ll
fuck them as well, like the perverted slut I know you can be. Then we’ll move
elsewhere and we’ll be a happy unit. My three sluts and myself.”
“Yer delusional!” Raphael snorted contemptuously. “Ya can’t break me and ya
will never get Leo or Mikey ta do what ya want either!”
Slash leant down and unchained Raphael, but before the emerald skinned turtle
could move, Slash had him cradled on his lap, facing him, his beak between
Slash’s legs. “Time for your initiation, Raphael.”
Raphael panicked and tried to kick out, but Slash bit down hard on his
collarbone, a domination technique, making the hothead whine. “Lie still,
Raphael!” Slash ordered and smacked his butt hard. “You will learn to obey your
master.”
“Go ta hell,” Raphael said, summoning up bravado. “Ya can’t break me and my
bros will find me and we’ll…We’ll kill ya.”
“Sure you will!” Slash said and sneered, as he administered another smack,
causing Raphael to let out another whimper.
“Slash, I don’t want this. Ya can let me go and I promise I won’t tell anyone,”
Raphael said, trying to negotiate. “I swear. Ya have my word. Just let me go
and we won’t talk ‘bout this neither, buddy, okay?”
“NO!” Slash shouted, hitting Raphael’s butt with such force the turtle almost
jumped out of his skin. “I won’t let you go. Not ever. You’re mine. And I know
you like brutality. You like it rough. I’m going to give you all you want,
Raphael. Give in and accept it. You’re my bitch, my slut. Mine.”
“I’ll never accept it. I ain’t no one’s bitch and certainly not yers. I hate
ya.”
Down went Slash’s hand, smacking him hard and Raphael blinked back tears of
frustration, rage and sadness. “Stop. I don’t want this!”
“You do. You want to be hit, beaten and treated like an object and a sex toy.
I’ve seen you look up BDSM on the net. Your fantasy is being owned, Raphael.”
“BDSM with a hot fuckin’ girl. Not an ugly beast, like ya, a boy. I ain’t gay!
Let me go,” Raphael shouted, trying to ignore a painful bulge that had appeared
and that was making his shell feel tight. He tried to ignore his straining
erection and thought, why the hell does the smackin' feel good and turn me on
somethin' fierce? Am I gay? Shit. No way. No damn way. I’m straight.
Slash sniffed the air and grinned, as he hit Raphael again. The emerald skinned
turtle whined, and unable to control himself, dropped down, his cock leaking
precum and pressing against Slash’s legs. “My, my, Raphael. You’re one excited
boy, aren’t you?” Slash said mockingly and sniffed the air. “You’re turned on,
my rose blossom. I knew it. I knew you would be. It was just a matter of time.
Welcome to the party, turtle dove.”
Raphael flushed in abject mortification and thought, fuck. What the hell’s
wrong with me? How could I be excited when I wanna get away so bad?
Slash rubbed a hand against his own cock, still keeping a firm hold on Raphael,
and growled when he dropped down, his massive thirteen inch cock mere inches
away from Raphael’s face. It pulsed, thick veins twitching, precum dribbling
down the shaft and Raphael’s belly bubbled in dread. Fuck, no, he thought. No,
no. I don’t want this. I don’t wanna be fucked and rutted. I don’t wanna be
his. Leo, Mikey, Donnie, find me. Please, Raphael thought, tucking his dick
back into its protective pouch.
“My dick is thirteen inches and it’ll stretch you nicely,” Slash bragged.
“You’ll be impaled on it, like a good slut, and your new name is Raphie.
Raphael’s too macho for a weak dweeb. My pet, Raphie.”
Before Raphael could comment, his beak was pressed against Slash’s cock. It was
warm and wet and cum dribbled down Raphael’s beak, making him want to gag,
Slash’s musk and essence cloying and making Raphael want to vomit. It was
overpowering, just like the large turtle himself, and he couldn’t escape it,
but he’d damn fucking try. He wouldn’t give in. He was tough, brave and no
one’s bitch or pet. He tried to shift his head away, but Slash smacked his head
and pressed it down hard, forcing him to inhale Slash’s musk once again.
He won’t break me, Raphael vowed. Won’t let him. He can try, but he won’t. No
one can break me.
“You’re not going anywhere, Raphie,” Slash said firmly. “This is your home for
the rest of your life. Your place, with your beak against my cock and me
filling your hole. Mine.” Slash lifted Raphael’s head, smearing his jizz across
Raphael’s beak and his skin and Raphael whined, realizing that Slash’s scent
was all over him. Slash was claiming him, marking him and Raphael groaned in
revulsion and tried to move again.
“No!” Slash yelled, pressing Raphael’s head against his dick again. “Inhale
your master’s scent. Breathe it. Love it. It’s the scent of a manly turtle.
You’re not manly, Raphie. You’re a slut. Accept it. Breathe it in. Come on,
boy. You love it. You want this, Raphie. You want dick, to be fucked, my jizz
down your throat and in your hole. Come on, Raphie. Admit it.”
Slash pressed his head again down hard and growled.
Raphael’s nostrils flared, breathing in the heavy scent, which was starting to
make him feel hazy and dizzy. Something shifted in Raphael’s brain, and he
thought, wow. He smells good. What the fuck’s wrong with me? I ain’t gay. I’m
straight, but he smells so good. Strong and manly. What the fuck? His scent’s
makin’ me feel funny. It’s overwhelmin’ me. Makin’ me feel things I don’t wanna
feel. I’m straight!
“Good boy, Raphie. Keep smelling me. You love the scent,” Slash said, wiping
more jizz onto Raphael’s beak. “Such a good boy, Raphie. My good boy. Smell.
Drink it in. Good boy. Your Master’s so proud of you.”
Warmth pooled in Raphael’s groin, his eyes glazed over, as the scent took hold
of him. Slash looked at him, laughed and said, “I knew you’d succumb to it. You
want to be dominated by me. Such a good, obedient boy. You’re responding so
well. Three days. Fuck. It took you less than an hour, Raphie. Maybe you were
gay all along. I think you were. It just took me to make you realize it. Keep
smelling. Don’t stop.
Raphael didn’t want it, but his mind was blanking, his cheeks were flushed and
he let out a churr, his body clearly betraying him and wanting it. What the
hell, he thought? I ain’t gay. I don’t want this, but I can’t tear myself away.
He smells so good. So fuckin’ amazin’. So hot.
He wanted to talk, but his mind was turning to slush. All he could think about
was how warm and wonderful Slash’s cock was and how incredible his scent was.
Slash chuckled and said, “You’re appreciating it, Raphie. Good boy.”
Raphael didn’t answer, his heart racing, as he sniffed, his nostrils flaring
again. Breathing in Slash’s scent, obeying, the scent driving him crazy. His
dick dropped down, pressing against Slash’s legs and the larger turtle
chortled.
“Such a good boy, Raphie. You’re doing as I want. I might go easy on your
brothers. Keep smelling.”
Slash removed his hand, but Raphael, lost in the scent, didn’t move. He only
moaned and inhaled the intoxicating scent again. His master’s scent.
Slash grinned like a Cheshire cat, turned Raphael around, rubbed his own cock
and impaled the emerald skinned turtle on it, stretching his hole, like he’d
promised.
Warmth filled Raphael, as he was stuffed good, and he hissed at the unexpected
penetration.
Slash ignored his discomfort, thrusted hard into him and began bouncing him up
and down, laughing; loving that he was dominating Raphael, his former master.
That he’d broken him so quickly. He’d expected more of a struggle. Life was
full of surprises.
Raphael groaned in pain, but the moans soon turned to ones of pleasure, as
Slash repeatedly stabbed at his prostrate, and he churred loudly, his face
flushed, his eyes hooded, smelling Slash’s scent everywhere.
Slash’s thrusts grew more savage and he grunted, “You’re so tight, Raphie. Love
fucking you! You’re owned, Raphie. Mine. Mine!”
Raphael bucked his hips, his heart racing, churring even louder, lost in his
pleasure, his eyes riveted on his master.
Slash nipped his collar bone and Raphael mewled, but he didn’t try to move
away. Didn’t want to. It felt so good. All of it. Slash’s scent, his dick
buried deep inside of him, being owned. Maybe he’d been gay all along. It felt
right. So right.
A deep rumble escaped Slash’s lips and he said, “You’re mine, Raphie. Mine.” He
bounced Raphael harder on his cock until he finally came, shooting his essence
deep inside of the smaller turtle, filling him up with his warm seed, some of
it oozing out of Raphael’s hole and down his legs. “Say it, Raphie.”
“Yers,” Raphael said mechanically, his own dick leaking, as he came. “Yers.”
“Yours, what?
“Master, I’m yers.”
Slash pulled out and said, as he turned Raphael around to face him. “Such a
good boy. We’re going to be very happy together. You’re mine for all eternity,
my good boy. I fucked you good and you loved it. I knew I’d tame you and I did.
You’re mine and soon your brothers will be too.”
Before Raphael could comment, Slash pressed him down into his crotch, shoving
his beak against his cock and keeping him down with his hand. “This is how
you’ll sleep, Raphie. With your beak against my cock where it belongs. No more
crime fighting for you.”
Exhausted, confused and his ass throbbing, Raphael had no choice, but to obey.
His nostrils flared, his eyes glazed over again, as he inhaled his master’s
heavy scent, breathing it in deeply and Slash smiled.
“You’re home, Raphie. You belong with me and you like my cock. I broke you. You
don’t need anything else but me. I’m your world, your universe. You exist to
pleasure me. That’s your job. You love everything about me. My smell, my cock,
me inside of you.”
“Master, ya feel so incredible,” Raphael whined, enjoying the warmth of Slash’s
cock, which felt wonderful.
Recovered, Slash turned Raphael around again, rubbed his cock, impaled Raphael
on his cock, smeared his fluids on Raphael’s beak and bounced him up and down.
“We’re not sleeping yet. I changed my mind. I’m fucking you again, Raphie. I’m
still horny.”
Slash fucked him hard and deep. Raphael churred, his heart pounding, his
nostrils flared, taking in the intoxicating scent, his own dick leaking again
and cum running down his thighs.
A while later, Slash gave one last thrust, ejecting his hot essence inside of
Raphael, filling him once again.
Pulling out, a spent Slash said, “You’re owned, Raphie.”
Slash turned Raphael around and pushed him into his crotch, his beak firmly
against his cock, smiling at Raphael inching closer to take a deep whiff of his
scent. Why am I doin’ this, Raphael thought? Why do I wanna? Why did him
fuckin’ me feel so fantastic? Why do I want this? I wanna fight. I feel I
should, but I also don’t wanna, because it feels so right bein’ here like this.
Like I belong. I love his cock and his scent. Holy shit, Raphael. Did ya just
say that? But it feels natural. Why?
“Good boy, Raphie. I knew you’d like my cock. Breathe it in.”
Raphael took a deeper whiff, his eyes hooded again, drowning in his master’s
heavenly scent that was now so comforting. He was content and so tired.
“Sleep, Raphie. You’ll learn how to give a blowjob tomorrow, my pet. Sleep.”
Raphael yawned, sniffed again, closed his eyes and thought, I’ll fight
tomorrow. I’ll try. Too tired now. Am I really gay? I can’t be. I’ve always
liked girls. I…He never finished his thought, because he was soon asleep, his
tail relaxing and dropping down.
Slash beamed and thought, he’s mine. I broke him. I expected more of a
challenge, but I’m so happy. He’s finally mine and I’ll never let him go.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N Thanks for the kudos. :)
     Has Raph really been broken or will he try to fight?
***** Impaled *****
Chapter Summary
     Raphael retaliates and Slash resorts to brutality, maiming him.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Raphael woke up five hours later, his ass and tail throbbing, like he’d been
brutally rutted. It was a nightmare, he thought. None of it happened and I’m
home in my bed and Leo’s gonna be there waitin’ for me ta wake up. Yeah. Just a
nightmare. He tensed, hearing heavy breathing, and trying to calm himself down,
thought, just Leo. Fearless was worried ‘bout me and decided ta bunk with me
and is holdin' me. Green eyes opened, Raphael sniffed the air and panic surged
through him when he realized the being holding him wasn’t Leo and stank heavily
of sweat and musk, just like he did too and that his snout was smooshed into
Slash’s crotch, which reeked of his heavy musk. Feeling something around his
neck, Raphael realized it was the collar. It was reality. His reality and he
didn’t want it at all. Raphael struggled, feeling a mixture of revulsion, shame
and rage at being treated like a toy and collared like an animal, but Slash
gripped him even tighter and grinned sadistically, as he cracked open his eyes
and peered down at his prey.
“Hi, Raphie,” Slash said. “Stop resisting and give in.”
“Fuck ya!” Raphael hissed, trying to move again. “Let me go!”
“No and you don’t really want to leave, Raphie. You churred loudly, as you
bobbed up and down on my dick, being such a good little boy. A good slut. Such
a cute slut. You were born to be impaled on my dick.”
Raphael‘s nostrils flared in indignation and he sank his teeth into Slash, who
howled in rage, picked up the turtle and threw him, his shell landing against
the wall with a sickening crack. The emerald skinned turtle sank to the ground
and grunted in pain. “You fucking shit!” Slash yelled. “How dare you bite your
master! I’ll teach you not to.” The larger turtle began to rain down blows on
Raphael, who held up a hand, trying to ward off the blows.
“Slash, stop. This isn’t ya,” Raphael said, trying to appeal to his humanity,
his green eyes pleading. “Ya don’t wanna do this. I know ya. Yer good and
strong and brave and ya don’t wanna do this. We’re…brothers…Let me go and I’ll
forgive ya.”
“Oh, but I do want this, Raphie!” Slash snarled, lifting a leg and bringing it
down hard on Raphael’s left leg, making him whine, drop his hands and clutch
it. Raphael’s face twisted in agony. He knew what the bastard had done. A dirty
technique, rendering him incapable of walking, let alone escaping, by
shattering his kneecap. He’d be trapped here forever and there was nothing he
could do about it. Nothin', Raphael thought forlornly. “I probably shattered
your kneecap, Raphie, and the tissue, which means you can’t fight ever again or
run. You’re my prisoner and you have only yourself to blame,” Slash shouted and
backhanded Raphael across the face, making him wince. “Your fucking fault and
I’m not going to treat it either. No need anyway, because all you’ll be doing
is sitting on my huge dick.”
Raphael tried to crawl away, as unwanted tears streamed down his cheeks, pain
coursing through him, but Slash picked him up as if he was a ragdoll, and
tossed him onto the mattress, pinning him down with one hand, while he reached
into a bag. Withdrawing a pink object he said sneeringly, ignoring Raphael’s
tears, “This is for you. Do you know what it is? It’s a cockring. Perfect for
my slut.”
Slash began to rub Raphael’s slit, ignoring his protests, and letting out a
reluctant churr, as tears ran down his cheeks, Raphael dropped down, his dick
immediately encased in the cock ring. Snug and tight, Raphael knew what its
purpose was. To deny him pleasure, stop him from cumming and to drive him mad
and make him needy. He’d seen them on the net and had thought it might be fun
to try with a girl, but not with the sinister Slash, a fucking boy. He wasn’t
gay, was he?
Slash beamed and said, “It’s a perfect fit, Raphie. Pink is so your color, my
little fag. You’re a fairy now, Raphie, a little fag and you’re going to sit on
my thick, fat dick for the rest of your miserable life. I’ll ensure you’re fed.
Not just on cum, but on proper food too. I’ll bath you and take good care of
you, but this is your life. Cum, cock, being used and abused. Man, if Splinter
and your brothers could see you now, they’d be disgusted at how quickly you
succumbed to my will. Strong willed, macho Raphael. Hah. As if. You’re weak,
Raphie. So very weak and pathetic and used. That’s right. Oh, you’re weeping?
What a wuss you are, Raphie. Where the hell is your pride? Some warrior you
are!” Slash mocked.
Raphael covered his head in his hands, thinking of his brothers and praying
they never saw him like this. He couldn’t take the humiliation. It was bad
enough being jeered at by Slash, but if his brothers mocked him, Raphael
couldn’t take it. He clutched his leg, wincing. It hurt like hell and he knew
he was effectively defenceless. If Slash tried to take him again, he was
powerless. Raphael shuddered at the thought of being fucked again. He didn’t
want it, despite his body reacting the way it had done. He was straight, wasn’t
he?
As if reading his mind, Slash rubbed his own dick, wiped his jizz on Raphael’s
beak and his body, staining him again, forcing Raphael to breathe it in. Then
Slash grabbed him and impaled Raphael onto his cock, ignoring Raphael’s shrieks
of terror and said, “Let’s play. You like it, Raphie. Bobbing up and down,
pleasuring your master, like a sweet slut. I wish Splinter could see you. He
tried to tame you, but failed and I did in less than an hour. Less than an
hour. Impressive. I’ve robbed you of everything you held dear: your pride, your
strength and your fighting spirit. You’re nothing but my cum slut. And your
hole is getting looser. Perfect for all of my toys.”
“No, no,” Raphael sobbed, green eyes filling with tears and hating himself for
being so wretched. He tried to wiggle, Slash’s warm, massive dick filling him,
hurting him and stretching him again, but Slash held him still with one hand.
“Sh, Raphie. It’s going to be fun,” Slash said and thumbed Raphael’s tears away
with his hand. “Quit bawling. You’re behaving like a sissy, which you are, I
know, but there’s no need to, because I make you feel good. I understand you.
No one else ever did. I know what you need. Me. And only me. You know that too.
All you want and need is me.”
“No. I don’t want this, Slash. I…”
Slash began to bounce Raphael up and down, watching his head bobbing like a
metronome, his dick rock hard cock straining against the cockring, as it began
to leak, a clear sign the turtle was turned on, despite his protestations.
“Good boy,” Slash grunted, going faster. Raphael’s eyes grew glassy, as
pleasure soon coursed through his body and he churred loudly, his cheeks
flushed, his busted leg still throbbing. He knew it was, but instinct took
over, making him forget about his leg and focus on the moment.
Raphael panted, his mouth open, churring louder, his heart pounding, bobbing up
and down, Slash’s dick penetrating deeper, stuffing him, feeling so warm, so
full. Owned.
Why does it feel so right, Raphael thought? Is it my body betrayin’ me again or
do I really like it? Like bein’ dominated and screwed by a boy. Why couldn’t it
have been Leo instead? If I had ta have been fucked by a boy, couldn’t it have
been by Leo? He’d have been…He’d never have forced me ta do stuff. He’d have
been gentle and would have wooed me. Why the hell am I thinkin’ of Leo that
way?
“Argh!” Raphael moaned.
“Such a good slut, Raphie,” Slash purred. “That’s right. I know you love this.
You like it hard and rough. My slut. I’m pounding you like the whore you are.
Dominating and owning you and you love it. Such an obedient little boy. I’m so
proud of you. Keep churring. There’s a good boy.”
Raphael churred again and Slash churred in response, trailing a hand down
Raphael’s plastron and pressing hard on his plates. He stroked Raphael’s
plastron, watching him.
“Arggh!” Raphael groaned at the new sensation. Slash’s hands were rough, but
they felt so good touching him.
“Churr!”
Raphael churred obediently and Slash sped up the pace. Raphael was a good fuck
and he had loads of fun instore for him. Nothing pleasant. Slash was a kinky
bastard and his eyes shone at the thought of all the abuse he’d inflict on his
former master.
Slash came a while later with a loud growl, filling the smaller turtle with his
seed, some of it running out of Raphael’s hole and down his legs.
Slash pulled out and looked at a still flushed Raphael, who whined at the lack
of warmth, and smirked. “I bet you want to cum, Raphie, and don’t feel so bad,
muffin. My cock will be back in you soon.”
Green eyes met his and Raphael nodded, his cheeks red in embarrassment.
“Well, that’s never going to happen. Not ever. I won’t let you cum. The cock
ring will stay on. You’ll never cum again unless I say so, because you belong
to me and you do what I want. I am your master.”
Raphael covered his face with his hands, ashamed, his cock still rock hard. He
badly wanted to cum and it was humiliating being denied.
Slash removed his hands and chuckled at Raphael’s expression. “Now you’re shy?
You weren’t when you made those delicious sounds. Those sounds I pulled out of
you, my peach. My precious, little peach. No. You churred happily and openly.
You like this. You like and want me. You know your purpose. Sitting on my cock
and pleasing me. You crave it. It’s what you live and breathe for. Me,” Slash
said and bit Raphael’s collarbone hard, making the smaller turtle mewl.
“N…no,” Raphael stammered, but even to his own ears it sounded pitiful. He knew
he was no longer the courageous warrior he’d prided himself on being. He was a
toy. Slash’s toy.
Slash laughed mirthlessly and said, "Always have to argue, huh? Well, I have a
better use for your mouth. Withdrawing a pink object from a bag and shoving it
into Raphael’s mouth, Slash said, “Suck on the dildo and then we’ll play. I’m
still horny. Suck or I’ll knock your teeth out and maim your other leg. Suck.”
Humiliation surged through Raphael, as he began to suck, Slash forcing it down
his throat inch by until he was deep throating it, preparing him. Raphael knew
what for and a wave of nausea overcame him. He’d soon be sucking Slash’s cock
and he prayed he wouldn’t choke. It was long. How the hell was he supposed to…?
His thoughts were interrupted by Slash rubbing his own dick and spreading his
essence onto Raphael’s beak and body again, marking him, and Raphael’s nostrils
flared, inhaling the scent. It was heady, intoxicating and his eyes grew
hooded, as he drowned in it.
It’s happenin’ again, Raphael thought. The mind break. My instincts kickin’ in
and my body betrayin’ me. Tellin’ me I want this. I don’t. I don’t. Not really.
I wanna go home.
Raphael’s brain switched and sensing it, Slash chortled, picked up Raphael,
placed him onto his cock and began to bounce him on it, enjoying the fact that
two of Raphael’s holes were stuffed and that his dick was forever trapped, as
he desperately tried to cum, but knowing he never would again.
Raphael’s eyes glazed over, his heart began to race and his dick leaked,
straining against the cockring, as Slash repeatedly hit his prostate, and a
deep rumble rose up in his throat, making his captor chuckle. The emerald
skinned turtle loved it. His body had accepted it. Instinct always took over,
no matter how hard one tried to fight it.
Before Raphael’s mind blanked and instinct completely took over, he had a
moment of clarity and thought, as Slash bounced him faster, this feels so good.
My reality. Bein’ fucked, abused, rutted, claimed, his scent all over me.
Pleasin’ my master and servin’and obeyin’. I love it and the warmth of his cock
and his sweet, heavenly scent. Impaled on his fat cock. That’s my purpose and
the reason for my existence. My only purpose.
XXXX
Meanwhile, Leo woke up and was surprised to find himself in his bed, Donnie at
his bedside. “Huh?” Leo said, blinking in confusion. “Donnie? How did I get
here? I thought you were out patrolling?”
“That was hours ago, Leo. We found you unconscious on our way back and brought
you home.”
“Hours?” Leo said in alarm. “How many?”
“Six.”
“Raphael,” Leo said in panic, suddenly remembering his brother. “Is he okay? I
went out to get us some snacks and was waylaid by Slash on the way home.”
Donnie shook his head sadly and said, “Raph’s not in his bedroom.”
“Slash must have taken him,” Leo said anxiously. “We have to find him. It’s my
fault, Donnie. I should never have left him alone. I had a bad feeling
something was going to happen and…”
“Leo, get a grip. Blaming yourself won’t solve anything. I’ve alerted April,
Casey and the Mutanimals and as soon as it’s dark, we’re going to look for
Raph. In the meantime, try and stay calm.”
“But it is my fault! I should have stayed home. I…”
“You weren’t to know that Slash, assuming it was him, would kidnap Raph.”
“No, but I’m usually not wrong about my gut. Have you told Sensei?”
“Yes and Mikey too. We’ll find Raph. Have faith.”
“Do you think he’ll hurt Raph? Is Sensei mad at me?”
Don’s heart sank at the first question, his gut telling him yes. Slash had
indeed hurt Raphael, because he’d stop at nothing to keep Raphael with him. “I
think we should pray hard,” Donnie said.
Donnie didn’t pray, because being a scientist, he didn’t believe in things like
religion even, unless there was scientific proof. Leo’s heart shattered into a
million pieces, realizing that Don meant yes with the answer that he’d given
and he let out an anguished cry. Donnie immediately hugged him and Leo thought,
as tears ran down his face, if Raph dies, I’ll never forgive myself. Never. I
should never have left him on his own. Please let us find him and bring him
home and please, please let him be okay.
                                                                                                                            
Chapter End Notes
     A/N Thanks for the kudos. Much appreciated.
     Will Raph's leg heal?
***** Slash's manipulation *****
Chapter Summary
     Flashback to when Slash begged Raphael for another chance after a
     heavy betrayal. And Slash tries to manipulate his former master by
     telling him that he's a monster too and only he understands Raphael.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When Slash had climaxed, he looked at his prisoner, who’d come out of his
trance, and who was sniffing, his cheeks stained with tears, as he perched on
Slash’s dick. “Raphie, you’re sobbing again. Why?” he asked, removing the dildo
from Raphael's mouth.
“I wanna go home, Slash. I want my brothers. I don’t want this. I don’t wanna
be yer bitch,” Raphael choked out. "And my leg hurts so bad. Please fix it.
Please.”
“Yes. You do,” Slash said, stroking his cheek with a calloused finger and
making Raphael flinch. “You were churring. You love being a bitch. My bitch. As
for your leg, forget it. I like you being a cripple and so pathetic.”
“No. It’s my body betrayin’ me. I don’t wanna do this. I wanna go home. Let me
go home. It’s Thanksgivin’ and me and my bros celebrate with a turkey and
veggies and April and Casey come over and we…” Raphael hiccupped. “And Mikey
makes a dessert and we play games and we… I gotta go be there. Let me go.
Please. Please.”
“Oh. It’s Thanksgiving all right. Mine. I got a lot to be grateful. Finally
owning you. I’ve dreamed about this for so long. Stop snivelling. You have a
lot to be grateful for too. You’re no longer a virgin. How about that? You
never thought it would happen and if you’re a good slut, Raphie, I might be a
little kinder to you, but you have to be nice and listen. No more fighting and
trying to escape. No biting, slapping, punching. Do any of that and you’ll
taste my wrath. You’ve had a small taste. I doubt you want to go through it
again, hmm?” Slash said, stretching out a hand, placing it between Raphael’s
legs and stroking the soft flesh. “Man, you feel so soft and warm, Raphie. I
bet you still want to cum and not being able to is driving you mad.”
Raphael ducked his face, tears shimmering in his eyes, and thought, I wanna go
home. It’s Thanksgivin’. I’ve never missed one with my family. I wanna see them
so bad and tell them I love them. I don’t want this.
Slash tilted his face up and said, “We can celebrate. We’ll fuck, I’ll give you
all the cum you want. Lots. You love cum, Raphie, and it looks so good on you.
You’re a dirty bitch and you love it.”
“Yer crazy,” Raphael said sadly. “I never treated ya this way. I was good ta
ya, gave ya all you needed. I loved ya, treated ya like family. Why are ya
doin’ this? What the hell did I do ta deserve this?”
“Because I love you and I know what you need. You don’t need your brothers or
that ancient rat. You need me. I allow you to be the real you. I understand you
and your desires and I know what’s good for you. Me. I’m the only one who ever
understood you. You know no one else does. And you know what you did. You chose
your brothers over me, especially that bossy Leo, whom you claim to hate.
You’re always whining that Leo doesn’t understand you, he’s stuck up and lame,
yet you crave his approval and chose him. How could you choose him over me? I
apologized and you still wouldn’t let me see you!”
“I love my brothers and Leo, despite all I’ve said and they love me. I admire
Leo’s courage, his loyalty, his dedication and the love he has for us and I’d
risk my life for them all. I picked them, because they love me, they don’t hurt
me and they’re my family. They’re everythin’ ta me. Everythin’.”
“I am supposed to be everything to you!” Slash roared jealously. “I used to be,
but then you chose them.”
“Ya changed…”
“Your fault. The mutagen.”
“Fair enough. It was my fault it got spilled on ya, but ya changed, Spike…”
“SLASH! That’s my name now!”
“Ya changed, growin’ aggressive, vindictive, hostile, disloyal, obsessive, a
monster, a nightmare ta be ‘round! Why would I wanna be ‘round that, huh?”
“I think you avoided me, because I remind you of yourself. All the traits you
mentioned are you, Raphie. You know it and I know it,” Slash said, pinching
Raphael’s tail and making him squeal. “And you still chose your brothers even
though you have shit in common with them. You’re a monster, Raphie. Just like I
am. A misunderstood monster, but now you have me, who knows you. Really knows
you. Inside and out.” Slash chuckled. “I am you and I know exactly what you
deserve. Me. And you know it too. You know you deserve me and all I can offer.
You don’t want your brothers or the rat. They bore you senseless. I provide you
with sex, excitement and I wake the beast in you. When we fuck, you show what’s
hidden. Your true nature. Your primal instincts. The real you.” Slash cupped
his cheek and added, “You’re lucky that I love you. Some people never find
their soul mates, but you have, Raphie. Me.”
“This ain’t love. It’s rape and ya don’t do that ta someone ya love. Yer
obsessed and a tyrant, Slash. I thought we were friends. How wrong I was. I
should have known better that ya were never really sorry and were just bidin’
yer time ta kidnap me. And I’m nothin’ like ya. Nothin’. I never will be. I
would never wanna be a fucked up dipshit, like ya!”
“But it’ll grow into love, Raphie. You’ll see. It already is. I see it in your
eyes when we’re fucking. You love me and you’re happy. You’re just in denial,
kid.”
“I could never love ya someone like ya. Yer twisted and a coward, who uses
force ta make people submit ta ya. A real man doesn’t do that. Ya can fuck me
all ya want, but ya can’t make me love ya.”
Slash’s face contorted in rage, he pulled out, shoved Raphael down onto the
mattress, lined his dick up, parted his legs and thrust his rod into him,
ignoring Raphael’s pleas for him to stop.
As Slash pounded away, his eyes glazed over, his body on top of Raphael’s,
pinning him down, his hot breath tickling Raphael’s neck, his scent heavy,
Raphael squeezed his eyes shut, prayed for it to be over fast and mentally
replayed the time Slash had begged for another chance.
FLASHBACK SIX MONTHS EARLIER. May 6
Raphael and his brothers were out on patrol when they saw Slash approach them.
They were immediately alert and pulled out their weapons, ready to fight. Slash
held up his hands and said, “I come in peace. Relax.”
“And why should we believe you?” Leo demanded, edging protectively closer to
Raphael, showing Slash if he tried anything, Leo was ready for it and he’d
defend his brother to the death.
“Because I’m sincere,” Slash said and smiled. “I know I was a jerk, but I’ve
changed my ways. I miss my Master and I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve
caused. I want to come home and be a family again. I miss you all too. So much.
I regret what I’ve done. Master, you have to believe me. I mean it. I really
do. Please.” Slash looked earnestly into Raphael’s green eyes and said, as he
knelt down, I love you, Master. Please forgive me. All of you, please forgive
me. I am a wretched creature and I implore your forgiveness. One last chance,
please.”
Raphael listened, his expression impassive, but his emotions were churning
inside. Relief that Slash was okay, love, distrust, suppressed anger. Slash
sounded sincere, but he had been before and had horribly betrayed them by
revealing a place they sometimes used as hideout to the Shredder, resulting in
their capture and them being brutally tortured. Slash had expressed remorse and
had saved them, but it had taken months for Raphael to get to a point where he
could forgive his former pet, let alone see him without wanting to rip him to
shreds. He hadn’t been able to see him. He was at a loss as to what to do now.
He still loved Slash-he always would, but he didn’t know if he could trust him.
His family had nearly died, because of him and here he was asking for another
chance.
His brothers glanced at him, waiting for him to say something.
“How do I know ya won’t betray us again?” Raphael asked.
“Because I’ve learned my lesson, Master,” Slash said and kissed Raphael’s feet.
“I’m sorry for all the heartache and…”
“Ew!” Mikey said, wrinkling his beak in disgust. “He’s kissing Raph’s feet and
Raph hasn’t showered in days! That’s so gross! Raph probably has toe jam!”
“Shut up, Mikey!” Raphael snapped. “We’ve heard it before, Slash. Same old
story. Ya will just sell us down the tube again. Ya know we still have
nightmares ‘bout our capture? Mikey has trouble with an arm of his and Leo….My
bro fuckin’ cries at night, because we nearly died and he couldn’t protect us.
He thinks I don't hear him, but I do! And it’s all because of ya and yer
obsession ta make me only spend time with ya! Ya can’t handle the fact that I
got brothers and a family. Ya want all my attention. Anyone would think yer in
love with me!”
“I understand your hesitation, Master,” Slash said and kissed Raphael’s feet
away.
Raphael moved away and said, “Don’t do that.”
“I don’t like you that way, Master. It’s true I love you, but as a brother only
and I am willing to share you. I understand you have brothers, who need you too
and I’m sorry. I really am. Please consider my apology. Please. Please, Master.
Your slave is…”
“Yer not my slave, Slash, and are yer own person and…”
Slash started to cry, tears streaming down his cheeks, and said, “Please,
Master. You and your family are all I’ve ever known and I’m lost without you.
Please forgive me. Please. Please.”
Raphael watched him and despite his misgivings, he cracked. Tears always worked
on him, because he was a real softy beneath his gruff exterior and his family
and Slash knew it.
“Stop sobbin’. I’ll consider it. Get up.”
“Oh, thank you, Master!” Slash said, throwing himself at his feet again. “I’m
grateful. So grateful.”
Raphael’s brothers rolled their eyes, doubt showing on their faces.
“If I forgive ya and give ya another chance,” Raphael said, placing his weapons
back into his obi and helping Slash to his feet. “It’s the last one. I will not
have my brothers’ lives endangered and ya bein’ so obsessive over me. I love
them and ya have ta accept that. I love ya too, but they’re my family and come
first. Ya understand? And ya gotta be nice ta them. And I’m gonna talk it over
with my family. They gotta agree too.”
“I will. I will be nice. I can be really nice,” Slash sniffed
“And if in the unlikely event I find a girl, ya have ta accept that too, Slash,
and be nice ta her. And ya won’t have ta feel threatened, because I got enough
love for everyone.”
“I can do that, Master.”
“And stop callin’ me that. It’s degradin’ ta ya. Ya ain’t inferior. Yer my
equal, so call me Raph or Raphael.”
“How will I know if you forgive me..Ma…Uh, Raphael?”
“I’ll call ya. I got yer number. Later, Slash. Be good,” Raphael said and
added, “Come on, bros. Time ta go home.”
A week later, Raphael called Slash and said that the family had been in
agreement about him having another chance. Slash had gone to the lair the next
day, had been pleasant to his brothers and Raphael had thought maybe it would
be different that time.
The following months were good. He’d grown to trust Slash again, even going out
with him alone. Slash had stopped his obsessive ways and Raphael loved spending
time with him, even confiding that he was thinking of leaving New York the
following year with Leo to go to Japan for training with the Ancient one. Slash
had been supportive of it and Raphael had no reason to feel that it, the
kindness and pleasantness was just a charade and that deep down, Slash’s
obsessiveness love for him was just as deep as it had been before and that he
was planning on making Raphael his and for him to never leave the country.
Leo still doubted Slash’s intentions and raised it once, but Raphael shot him
down and said, “Leo, he’s changed and won’t blow this chance.”
“I was never in agreement. He only got a chance, because of a two thirds
majority. I don’t like this, Raph. I think he’s still obsessed with you and he
will betray us again.”
“Like what? He gonna rape me or somethin’?” Raphael asked. “No need ta fret. I
can take care of myself and he wouldn’t do that. He’s changed. I swear he has,
bro.”
Leo had left after saying, “I hope you’re right, Raph.”
Even Leo’s doubts had vanished after a while, with Slash still maintaining his
sweet as pie personality.
BACK IN THE PRESENT NOVEMBER 23
I was a fuckin’ fool, Raphael thought, as tears ran down his cheeks, Slash
still pounding away. How could I have believed him? It was all a sham and he
was probably plottin’ for months ta kidnap me when I was alone and had dreams
of me bein’ his slut. I feel sick, dirty, used and abused and I’m conflicted.
My body keeps tellin’ me this is right, but my mind keeps sayin’ otherwise.
What the fuck am I? Straight or gay?
Raphael’s thoughts were interrupted by Slash suddenly sinking his teeth into
Raphael’s neck, making him whine, his cock straining again the cockring, hard,
leaking, wanting to cum, frustrated that he was not able.
Slash raised his head, paused thrusting and said, “You’re mine, Raphie. All
mine and you’ll never meet a girl. No trip to Japan either. You’ll live as my
bitch forever here and you’ll regret all that shit you said earlier too. You
will love and adore me. Your master. You will accept your place and will no
longer care about reason, logic and thought. I never wanted you for your
intelligence anyway or for conversation. I wanted your sweet ass and now I have
it I’m never going to let you ago.”
“I shoulda never have trusted ya,” Raphael said miserably.
“Yep, but you did. Good old, trusting, Raphie. Tears always work, don’t they,
sweetie pie, because you’re a sucker for them and I know how to press your
buttons?"
Before Raphael could comment, Slash resumed his thrusting, slamming into
Raphael repeatedly, as he bit and licked him everywhere, marking him and
leaving angry, red marks that Raphael would see. Marks that he knew meant he
was claimed and dominated. Slash’s mate. His bitch.
As he was brutally fucked, Raphael reluctantly churred, instinct now taking
over, his cock still leaking, and thought, I was a damn fool, but when I feel a
bit stronger and when the asshole gets offa me and goes ta sleep, I’m gonna try
and get away. Crawl ta the door and get out. Maybe someone will see me and help
me. I’m gonna try. I wanna see my bros and that’s the only way I can. I gotta
also fight. I ain’t a submissive bitch. I know I ain’t and I ain’t a monster,
am I? I’m strong, loyal, a fighter and I will escape. I am a warrior and brave
and I’m straight, right?
Chapter End Notes
     A/N Thanks for the kudos.
     What else has Slash in mind for Raph?
***** A shock revelation *****
Chapter Summary
     Raphael learns something disturbing about himself.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Raphael had wearily passed out, and after injecting him with a mind numbing
concoction of drugs and aphrodisiacs, Slash slung him over his shoulder, as he
if were a sack of potatoes, threw another bag containing his toys over his
other shoulder, and walked through the tunnels, until he stopped at a manhole.
He went up it and realized that he was next to a parking lot outside a bakery
that was deserted, save for a solitary SUV. It would do for what he had in
mind. He placed Raphael onto the ground, hotwired the car, threw the still
passed out turtle into the trunk, climbed in and started the engine. It would
take just over an hour to get to Bear Mountain Park and being November and
Thanksgiving, there wouldn’t be many people about. Just like he preferred. It
was perfect for his home. At least until the spring when he’d trek elsewhere
with his harem. His obedient, loving pets.
Raphael had taught him to drive. How ironic sort of that it was he, who was now
the permanent driver and Raphael was just a passenger in everything. Slash
chuckled at the thought and grinned, as he thought about all he had planned for
his prisoner. Raphael had no idea what he was in for or did he?
Two hours later, Slash drove through the gates to the park. There was no guard
there. Raphael was still out. He parked, deciding to leave the car there. He
didn’t need it again. He could always hotwire another car in the spring if need
be. He walked, Raphael over one shoulder, his toy bag over the other and headed
deep into the mountains, to the top, where he knew an abandoned cottage was.
He’d done the journey a few months before and had come across the run down
cottage that didn’t have electricity, but who cared? They’d live on the lay of
the land and cook their food over an open fire. Leo liked it simple and would
easily adapt. Raphael liked his luxuries and would be harder to convince, but
he’d have no choice but to agree, especially as he couldn’t hunt for food
himself and would have to rely on Slash, Mikey and Leo for his food. And the
bastard better be grateful or he’d shove his teeth down his throat! But Slash
was positive the turtle would like his new home. After all he’d beautifully
decorated it and gone to so much trouble. And it wasn’t like Raphael wouldn’t
see his brothers again. He’d be reunited soon enough once Slash returned to the
sewers and hunted them down.
Slash eventually reached the cottage and went inside; noticing that it looked
just like he’d left it back in July. He placed Raphael down onto the mattress
in the first bedroom, chained him to the wall and went into the kitchen. The
cottage was small. Three bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, a small bathroom with a
shower and toilet and a cramped living room, but it’d do. The first bedroom was
for him and his mates to share. The second was for a nursery and the third
would be a punishment room. The first bedroom had a king size mattress in it.
He’d salvaged it from the rubbish dump and had driven up here and set it up.
The second bedroom had a blue crib, which he’d stolen from an apartment in
Manhattan. See, he knew things that Raphael didn’t, having accidentally seen a
medical file of his in Don’s lab. Yes. He couldn’t wait to tell Raphael and to
see his reaction.
The third bedroom contained his toys, which lay on another mattress. Tons of
toys, ranging from anal plugs to role playing costumes to whips and bondage
devices and his personal favorite. The cock torturer, which fulfilled what it
promised: steel pins that would be thrust into the head of Raphael’s cock,
causing maximum pain, but Raphael loved pain. He knew that, because Raphael had
confessed that he thrived on fighting, which gave him an adrenaline rush. He’d
certainly get his share of it, Slash thought evilly.
He went into the kitchen, which had a gas stove, and began to brew tea. Then he
took out two cans of beans from the cupboard,( he had a healthy supply of
various tinned foods) threw the contents into a saucepan and warmed it on the
stove. It wasn’t the kind of food that Raphael was used to, but too bad, he had
to accept it. He’d go hunting tomorrow. There were plenty of deer and other
small animals about.
XXX
Raphael woke up, feeling groggy, his leg throbbing and his hole aching. Where
am I, he thought, as he shook his head to clear the dazed feeling and took in
the unfamiliar surroundings? Some kinda house? This don’t look like the sewers.
He tried to move, but groaned as pain coursed through him. Grimacing, he
thought, fuckin’ busted leg. He’s gotta fix it. How the hell am I gonna
exercise? I don’t wanna become a blob. I wanna go home. I miss my brothers.
Shit. I even miss Leo’s lecturin’. That’s how much I miss them. What I wouldn’t
give ta hear their voices right now.
“Wankbot!” Slash declared, entering the bedroom and carrying the saucepan, a
spoon in it, his voice sending a shiver down Raphael’s spine. “Like your name?
I read it on a website.” He set down the saucepan and helped Raphael into a
sitting position.
“Figures.” Raphael said, trying to muster up bravado. “Ya can’t even think of
anythin’ original, so ya gotta steal it from someone else.”
“Your antagonism is unwarranted, Raphie. I made dinner. It’s Thanksgiving after
all. I hope you like beans.”
“Go ta…”
“Yes. Curse me all you like, Raphie, but we both know that you want me. Your
body tells you, so give in and be a good boy. Besides, you should be grateful
that someone went to the trouble of cooking dinner.”
“Where are we?”
“Far away from your brothers. Like it? I’ve done everything I can to make it a
home. Now open wide, Raphie.”
“I ain’t hungry. I wanna go home.”
“Not going to happen. Open wide.”
Raphael stubbornly clamped his beak shout. Slash snarled, pinched Raphael’s
beak, forcing him to take a deep breath, dipped the spoon into the pot and
shoved it into his mouth.
“Swallow, Raphie, or I’ll knock out your teeth and you’ll only be able to eat
solids for the rest of your life!” Slash growled, his eyes flashing.
Raphael swallowed and grimaced. The beans were slightly overcooked and tasted
bitter and they were burning hot, scalding his throat, as he swallowed..
“Happy Thanksgiving, Raphie,” Slash said, dipping the spoon again into the pot
and offering it to the turtle, as if he were a baby.
Raphael’s stomach rumbled, despite his unwillingness to eat. He couldn’t
remember the last time he’d eaten. The foul soup that Leo had made? Yeah.That’s
when. Was it really only hours earlier? No. How many hours had passed since
then?
Slash laughed and said, “Eat up, my sissy boy.” One hand trailed down Raphael’s
flat plastron and Raphael shivered, his stomach tightening in knots, fearing he
was going to be fucked once again.
He dutifully ate, the bitter beans scalding his throat again, as they went
down. “Good boy, Raphie,” Slash said and stroked Raphael’s plastron. Raphael
reluctantly churred at the touch, heat flooding his groin and his cheeks,
making Slash beam. “You’re such a slut, Raphie. I know you want to part your
legs. Go on. Part them. Let Daddy see your hole. Good boy.”
“I don’t wanna,” Raphael choked out, his cock straining at the cock ring and
starting to leak, clearly proving he was lying and evidence that he was turned
on.
“But you do. Your body does,” Slash said, pushing his legs apart and ignoring
Raphael’s shriek of pain.
“My leg’s fucked up. Ya gotta fix it. I can’t be no invalid,” Raphael whined.
“I’m gonna get fat if ya don’t fix it, so I can exercise! I’m gonna be a
bloated mess.”
“I know,” Slash said with a large grin and bit Raphael’s collarbone hard,
making him whimper and tears fill his eyes. “You’re going to become very fat
and round, like a delectable peach, Raphie. And you’ll love the changes that’ll
soon occur. Wonderful changes. A new generation.
Raphael sniffed and said, “What do ya mean a new generation? Ya’ve lost it. I
can’t have babies. I’m a guy and yer a guy and that ain’t possible. I mean. No
way.”
“Yes way. Raphie, I accidentally saw your medical file and Donatello’s been
keeping a huge secret from you. I guess he thought you’d never have sex, so
there was no reason to reveal it.”
Dread bubbled in Raphael’s belly and he said fearfully, “What?”
“Yer intersex, Raphie, and have both male and female parts, so want to guess
what that means? My luscious breeding pet. You have ovaries and a uterus and
can lay eggs. My eggs.”
Understanding, Raphael’s eyes green eyes flew wide in revulsion and horror.
Nausea rose in his throat and he upchucked his dinner all over a revolted and
pissed off Slash.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N Poor Raph. Will he lay eggs? Will he accept the new changes?
     Thanks for the reviews and kudos :)
***** Revealed secrets *****
Chapter Summary
     Leo and his family find out about his and Raphael's conditions.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Back in the sewers, Leo was tossing and tossing, unable to sleep and unable to
stop worrying about Raphael. It was Thanksgiving, a time of celebration, and he
and his brothers should be having fun and looking forward to a day of fun and a
feast cooked by Mikey, instead of stressing that something had happened to
their brother. His insides churned and his gut told him that Slash had
something to do with Raphael’s absence. He’d seen the malevolent gleam in
Slash’s eyes when he was being choked. Slash had always been obsessed with
Raphael. Maybe the apology and his politeness had been an act; he’d been
planning to take Raphael and had just waited for the opportunity when he knew
that Raphael was alone. Leo glanced at the digital clock 9 a.m. If Slash took
Raphael, where did he take him? The weather was foul out there. A severe storm
and wind chill that was below freezing. They were turtles and badly needed
heat, otherwise they’d go into some kind of forced hibernation, their bodies
shutting down and potentially death. He had to find Raphael and now, even if it
meant risking being seen by humans. He couldn’t lose his brother. Sure Raphael
was a pain in the ass most of the time, but he loved him and he knew the
hothead loved him too. They were brothers and nothing would change that.
Leo was about to get out of bed, when Donnie entered, carrying a tray on which
were a cup of tea and toast. “Some breakfast,” Donnie said, placing the tray on
Leo’s lap.
“Thanks, Don, but I need to…”
“Eat,” Don said firmly. “How are you feeling, Leo?”
Leo sipped his tea and sighed. “I’m anxious about Raph. The weather’s awful out
there and Raph’s in huge trouble if he’s with Slash. That guy is savage,
Donnie, and will do whatever it takes to turn Raphael against us. He almost
succeeded before. What if we can’t save Raph and he dies or worse, he’s Slash’s
prisoner for life or he turns against us and hunts us down? We can’t lose Raph.
He’s our brother, part of the team and what…”
“Leo, calm down. We’ll do our best to find him.”
“How can I relax when he’s with that sicko? What if Raph’s hurt to the point he
can’t defend himself?”
“We’ll try to find him, Leo. I promise, but he might not be in the shape he was
before and I hope…”Don’s voice trailed off, his face ashen.
“What?”
“I discovered things about Raph and you that I thought I didn’t need to reveal,
because it wasn’t like any of us would find mates. It’s highly likely Slash now
knows. If he does, Raph will be in bigger trouble than we could have imagined.
I’m talking massive,” Donnie said hysterically. “Shit. I never dreamed this
would happen. I should have said something. Maybe just maybe…”
“What the heck are you talking about?” Leo demanded.
“I’ll be right back,” Don said and left the room. When he returned a few
minutes later, he shoved two files under Leo’s nose and said, “Your medical
files.”
Leo read and his jaw dropped in shock. What the hell, he thought? Me and Raph
are girls? We can lay eggs, but how come I didn’t suspect I was one? Why
haven’t I laid dud eggs or liked boys? I’ve only ever liked girls and….This has
to be a joke, right?
He looked up at Donnie, who was nervously adjusting his glasses, and snapped,
“This is a sick joke, isn’t it, Don? We can’t be girls. Look at us. We’re
muscular, have dicks, like women and are alpha. You’re wrong!”
“Actually, Leo, I’m one hundred percent correct. You and Raphael both have
ovaries and uteruses. Your tails are shorter than mine and Mikey’s are. Look at
the X-rays. I never showed Raph when I took them and you know him. As long as
he’s healthy that’s all that matters to him. Now your plastrons are currently
concave. Female turtles have flat plastrons, which allow them to hold the eggs
internally…”
Leo’s face paled and he said, “What do you mean currently? Eggs? I can lay
eggs?” Leo rubbed his face and said, “This is too much. I’m a boy for damn’s
sake. Look at me!”
“You relate more to a boy physique wise, but you can lay eggs and you won’t
become a complete female, which means laying eggs will be more laborious and
tough than say for Raph. Your hips aren’t wide enough. Raph’s different. His
genes are changing. I noticed that last year. It’s not uncommon for male
turtles to turn into females. I’ve read up on it and it’s fascinating. Want me
to explain?"
“If it’s not happening to you!” Leo hissed. “I can’t believe you kept this from
us! And no, I don't want a lengthy explanation or your science babble. Keep it
short!”
Donnie pushed his glasses that had slipped down up his nose again and
stammered, “Anyway, Raph’s going to change. I don’t know when exactly, but he
will. His plastron will become convex, he’ll be slimmer, will lose his muscles,
his voice will become high pitched. His hips will be perfect for him to lay
eggs. He’ll be a female and even more alluring to Slash, who’ll breed him if he
hasn’t already tried. Now female red sliders lay between two and thirty-two
eggs and….”
Mikey entered the room and said, “Hi, guys. Hey, Leo. How are you feeling,
Leo?”
“Nauseated! Care to fill Mikey in, Donnie?”
The genius adjusted his glasses again and said, “Mikey, I’ve been holding back
medical information on Leo and Raph, but it was only because I thought none of
us would find mates and it wouldn’t be a factor in our lives.”
“Are they sick?” Mikey asked worriedly. “Leo said he is nauseated.”
“No. They’re healthy, but females, Mikey,” Don said and explained to a
flabbergasted Mikey, who shook his head in amazement.
“Does that mean I am too, Donnie?” Mikey asked.
“No, Mikey. You’re one hundred percent male.”
“And Raph doesn’t know?”
“I don’t know. Slash might know and have told him.”
“So Leo and Raph are going to lay eggs?” Mikey said excitedly. "How many?"
“Why are you so thrilled and not repulsed?” Leo demanded.
“Because,” Mikey said. “There will be cute little babies. I’m going to be an
uncle! I always wanted to be an uncle!”
"We're mutants, so maybe three eggs max," Donnie said.
“WHOA!” Leo roared. “You really are a numbskull, Mikey. If Raph has babies and
he’s been kidnapped by Slash, that means they weren’t created out of choice!
And as for me, I have no intention of laying eggs. I’m a fucking boy! And Raph
won’t fucking want them either. We have to fucking find him before that happens
and if he does fall gravid, it’s your damn fucking fault, Donnie!”
Leo never swore, so both Donnie and Mikey looked at him in surprise.
“What’s going on?” Splinter asked, entering the room. “I heard raised voices.
Are you all right, Leonardo?”
“No, Sensei. Donatello kept a gigantic secret from me and Raph.”
“I am sure he had a valid reason,” Splinter said, looking at Don, who shifted
his gaze and studied his hands. “Donatello?”
Don looked up, his eyes filled with ashamed tears and said, “Sensei, I found
out that Leo and Raph are females, but whereas Leo will always look like a boy
on the outside, Raph won’t. His chromosomes are changing and he’s going to turn
into a complete girl. And I fear Slash knows. I’m sorry. I thought it wouldn’t
be relevant, because we wouldn’t find mates and….”
“It didn’t cross your mind that perhaps with mating season, you and
Michelangelo would then desire your sisters?” Splinter said, struggling to find
the right words. “For one, who is usually so intelligent, Donatello, I am
shocked.”
“No, because I’ve been injecting Mikey with a drug that decreases sexual desire
for the past few years, so that we wouldn’t feel any attraction to them, so
when mating season happened, we weren't interested. I told Mikey it was because
he was sick and he believed me.”
“What the hell, dude?” Mikey shouted, his blue eyes flashing. “You lied to me!”
“Yeah, but it did the trick,” Don said. “Otherwise we’d have been all over you
guys. I had…a huge desire to have you both as mates and to have babies with
you. I couldn’t help it. Shit. I’m a scientist, but even I have raging hormones
and…I feel…” His family looked they were going to throw up, but Don continued,
“Raph’s so cute with his green eyes and his little tail that drops down when
he’s so relaxed. And he has a firm ass that I wanted to caress. Raphael's like
a Greek god and so is Leo with his leaner features, gorgeous eyes and toned
legs. Don’t look at me that way, Mikey. I saw you checking them out!”
Mikey dropped his head in shame and Splinter tapped his cane on the ground and
said coldly, “Such perversion in this place! I’m speechless! Michelangelo, did
you harbor the same desires?”
“Yes, Sensei,” Mikey mumbled. “I wanted them both and it’s not like it’s a sin.
They’re not really our sisters. Only me and Don are related.”
“Still,” Don broke in. “I feared your wrath, Sensei, and did the injections.
“You were wise, Donatello,” the old rat said furiously. “I am disgusted. They
might not be your biological sisters, but they were raised as such and that
will remain. I forbid you from ever having sexual intercourse with them. If you
do, you will be banished. Do I make myself clear? The injections will continue.
Leonardo, have you had any fantasies about your siblings?”
“NO!” Leo almost screamed. “I like women and so does Raph. I could never feel
that way about my siblings. The idea of it makes me want to vomit. I feel
betrayed, sickened and hurt that this was kept from me. Sensei, I deserved to
know it and so did Raph and now he’s in the hands of a psycho, who may be
raping him right now. It’s Donnie’s fault! If he’d been honest….”
“I don’t think your sister’s kidnapping is Donatello’s fault, but I do believe
he should have been honest with you and us all. We are a family. There will be
no secrets in future among us. Got it?”
Everyone nodded and Mikey said, “What if there are babies, Sensei? Slash could
make Raph gravid.”
“I have a feeling Raphael won’t want them. They’d be a product of rape and
seeing them every day would be too painful. You can’t blame her.”
“But they’d be her babies too,” Mikey said. “Hey. Do Leo and Raph need female
names now? I like Lisa and Angelina. My two cute sisters. Raph will be Lisa.”
“Mikey!” Leo yelled, his blue eyes blazing. “No one’s changing their names.
Sensei, we have to respect whatever Raph wants. It’s his choice. I won’t call
him a girl. He’s still a boy to me and I’ll regard myself as a boy no matter
what anyone says! Sensei, it’s nine a.m. and it’s a long time until dark. We
have to do something. Every second that passes….”
“I understand, Leonardo,” Splinter said. “I too am worried about your sister,
but I can’t endanger my remaining family by venturing out now. We’ll leave at
nightfall. Donatello, is there anything else you’ve kept from us?”
“No.”
“Then you and Michelangelo will train with me and then we’ll meditate.
Leonardo, you will rest.”
“I feel fine, Sensei. Honest.”
“You look exhausted. Sleep and you can meditate with me after lunch. Come on,
Donatello and Michelangelo.”
Mikey left after shooting Don a death stare for lying to him.
Leo moved his tray to the other side of the bed, his appetite ruined and pissed
off at Don’s deception. He lay down staring at the ceiling and tried to sleep
again, but thoughts of Raphael tormented him and he was unable.
He stood up, donned his gear and grabbed his weapons. Then he slipped out of
the lair. Screw the fact that it was daylight. He’d stay in the shadows and
he'd find Raphael. His precious little brother needed him and he’d do whatever
it took to bring him home.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N Yay! An update. Thanks to all following and reading. Will Leo
     find Raph?
***** Acceptance *****
Chapter Summary
     Slash learns that Raphael's transforming into a girl.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Slash looked at the vomit all over him, and his eyes flashing, he backhanded
Raphael so hard, his head spun. “That’s for throwing up on me, you
insignificant gnat!” Slash roared, hitting Raphael again and making him whine.
“You’re disgraceful. I should teach you a lesson.” His eyes gleamed
malevolently, he picked up a knife and placed it by Raphael’s cock, watching,
as the emerald turtle’s eyes flew wide in panic.
“Please don’t, Master,” Raphael sniffed, tears filling his green eyes. “I
didn’t mean ta get sick. I was shocked and I’m sorry. Please don’t. I’ll do
anythin’ ya want. Anythin’. I promise.”
“Anything? You want cock, don’t you, my pet? You live for cock. I tamed you and
turned you into a cock sucker. You love it and pleasing me.”
“Yeah, Master. Anythin’. I swear. I want yer cock,” Raphael choked out, hating
how pathetic he sounded, but he’d do anything to keep his cock. It was his
pride and glory and he couldn’t lose it.
Slash untied him, lifted him onto his lap, shoved his beak into his groin and
dropped down with a loud growl. His thirteen inch cock leaked precum and
pulsed, veins twitching. Cum dribbled down Raphael’s beak, as he inhaled his
Master’s scent, but he didn’t want to gag to his surprise. The scent was
cloying and heavy, but it was familiar now and rather comforting. He didn’t
want to move. He just wanted to breathe in his alpha’s heavenly smell, satisfy
him and to be a good pet. Wasn’t that his job after all? Maybe I’ve always been
gay and was in denial, Raphael thought? I belong here with him. I’m his and I
always will be. That’s my sole purpose.
Slash lifted Raphael’s head and smeared some of his jizz onto Raphael’s skin,
beak and everywhere he could, marking and claiming him. “This is your home,
Raphie,” Slash said. “And you love it, don’t you? You love my scent. I can
smell your arousal. You love being my little toy. You were born for it.”
Raphael churred, his cheeks flushed, as he breathed in the overpowering scent,
which was starting to make him feel hazy and dizzy, and his eyes glazed over.
Slash grinned and said, “That’s my pet. Good. Your body’s accepted me and you
have too.”
Raphael churred again, his heart racing, as he sniffed again, his nostrils
flaring. I want this, he thought. I can’t get enough of him. He smells so
enticin’ and his cock. I wanna suck it so bad. I wanna make him feel good. I
wanna satisfy him. His own cock strained against the cock ring, as he churred
for the third time.
“Wow. Listen to your churrs,” Slash said and chortled. “You really do love
this. So obedient. I wish Splinter could see how I’ve tamed you. He’d be
stunned.”
Raphael wanted to answer, but his mind was turning to slush. All he could think
about was how warm and wonderful Slash’s cock was and how incredible his scent
was. His alpha.
Slash chuckled and said, “You’re appreciating it, Raphie. Good boy. Open up.”
He lifted up Raphael’s head, shoved his cock inside of his mouth and pressed
down hard on Raphael’s head, forcing him to deep throat him. The emerald
skinned turtle’s eyes flew wide in surprise, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he
willingly sucked him and prayed he was doing a good job.
Why do I like this so much, Raphael thought, as he listened to a deep rumble of
pleasure roll up Slash’s throat? I should be revolted. I’m suckin’ off another
man, but this feels so good. I like makin’ my alpha happy. I love his salty
taste. I love everythin’ ‘bout my Master. I can’t get enough of him. I want his
cock fillin’ all of my holes. I’m home. This is my purpose.
Slash soon came, shooting hot jots of ropey cum down Raphael’s throat and the
emerald skinned turtle swallowed it all, inwardly smiling, as Slash patted his
rump in praise. He’d done a great job. His first blowjob and he was proud of
himself for satiating his Master.
Slash pulled out and Raphael licked him clean, savoring each morsel and
thinking how delicious it was. I’ve changed, Raphael thought. I liked chicks,
but all I can think ‘bout now is cum and cocks. Maybe I never really liked
chicks and was deludin’ myself. This is my life now and I’m grateful ta Master
for it. Never gonna make a fuss again. Just want cum and cock.
Slash placed Raphael on his lap upright, so he was sitting facing him and said
breathlessly, “That wasn’t a bad job, fairy. You’ll get better of course. Did
you have fun, pet?”
“Yeah, Master. Ya taste sensational. I can’t get enough of yer cum,” Raphael
said and flushed.
“Of course. That’s what a real alpha smells like, peach blossom,” Slash said
and nipped Raphael’s collarbone. Raphael mewled, but instead of trying to shift
away, turned his head, so Slash had greater access to his neck. Slash sank his
teeth into it, leaving deep bites and Raphael groaned. His Master was claiming
him again and he loved it. Who’d have thought he’d love being owned and bossed
around? He never had when Fearless had bossed him around and had fought every
chance he got, so why was now any different? Oh, right. Slash could crush him
if he didn’t comply and Slash turned him on, so he’d listen and would do
anything to get cum. Cum. He felt like he was a sex deviant wanting it all of
the time. Splinter would have told him he was sick. Maybe he was, but….
Slash released his teeth and sniffed the air. There was a strange scent,
something feminine, like roses or was it peaches? He couldn’t quite place where
it emanated from. Then it hit him. Raphael. What was up with that? Was Raphael
turning into a girl?
He sniffed again. Yes. Definitely peaches and Raphael was turning into a girl.
His cock would probably shrivel up, he’d lose his muscle mass and would be an
alluring female. No matter. Slash liked females too and it’d be easier for
Raphael to lay the eggs. He wouldn’t say anything and would wait for the
transformation to take place.
“What, Master?” Raphael asked nervously. “Do I smell awful?”
Slash ignored his question, picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. He
placed Raphael down onto the bed and said, “You’ll do what I want. I own you.
You know that, right?” Slash said, staring deeply into Raphael’s eyes.
“Y-yes,” Master. I’m yers. Yer toy. My sole purpose is ta please ya.”
Slash reached into a box, took out a pink ribbon and attached it to Raphael’s
tail. “Wag your tail, my sissy,” Slash demanded. “Wag it and show me you love
me.”
Raphael blushed, wagged his little tail and Slash stroked it, watching as
Raphael’s eyes glazed over and listening to the loud churr the emerald skinned
turtle emitted.
“I remember when you were a warrior and so strong and obstinate,” Slash said.
“You’re different now. Now you yearn for my praise and attention and you don’t
resist me. You love me and want my babies, don’t you, Raphie? You want my seed
filling you up. You like being used and abused. You need it. You need me.”
“Yes, Master. I want that. I want it all,” a brainwashed Raphael said and
affectionately nuzzled his cheek against Slash’s hand. “I want yer young. I
want yer cum. I want ya. I can’t live without ya. Need ya so bad. I wanna make
yer happy. I’ll do all ya want.”
“I’ll kill you if you try to escape, Raphie. That’s a promise, so you’d better
behave,” Slash said and tugged hard on Raphael’s tail, making him cry out.
“I’ll kill the babies too if I have to. Do you understand? But I’d first
torture you, yank out all of your teeth and your nails with wire cutters, will
burn you and will cut off your cock. I won’t want to do it, but I will. Do you
get the point?”
“Y-yes, Master,” Raphael said fearfully, his eyes brimming with tears at the
thought of his death. “There ain’t no need for that. I’ll be a good little
sissy and will do all ya want. I promise. I won’t try ta escape, but I would
like ya ta fix my leg. I don’t wanna just lie in bed all day and be a blimp.
Can….”
Slash shook his head and said coldly, “No. And I’ll cut off your cock if you
ask me again. I’m not fixing your leg. Shut up. There’s no point for it if all
you’ll be doing is pleasuring me. So quit asking, you dumb and insolent pet.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean ta make ya mad, Master,” Raphael sniffed. “Please
don’t hurt me. Please don’t. Yer pet is….”
“Pathetic and a faggy. Say that.”
“Yer pet's pathetic and is a faggy. Yers for all eternity.”
Raphael despised what a drip and a pathetic sack of shit he was, sucking up to
his Master and accepting his abuse, but he knew he didn’t have a choice and he
couldn’t escape with his dodgy leg. He’d be killed if he fought back and he
liked the rough sex anyway. Maybe it was what he’d needed. Maybe it was his
true self, instead of the brave warrior he’d thought he was. He wasn’t cut out
to be a ninja if that was the case. He was better off being a pleasure slave
and getting all the cum and cock he could want. He’d still be useful and have
some purpose to his life. Maybe Slash would change his mind and would fix his
leg if he proved his worth.
He wondered about his brothers and quickly shoved the thought to the back of
his mind. I don’t want them seein’ me like this, Raphael thought. I’ve accepted
this is my fate, but I don’t want them seein’ how I’ve changed or seein’ me
gravid with babies. I don’t want that. The guys would be revolted with me. I’m
a disgrace.
Tears streamed down his cheeks to his shame. Slash raised an eye ridge and
said, “Why are you sniveling, worm?”
“I used ta be courageous and now I’ m a spineless nothin’,” Raphael wept. “I’ve
changed. I know yer my superior and I gotta do what ya want. I’ve accepted it
and so has my body, but it ain’t what I thought my life would be like, Master.”
Slash shrugged and said, “No. I made you a something. I’ve given you a purpose.
Serving me. You should be grateful. I’ve given you a home and you’ll soon bear
young. Something else to be proud of. You were an empty shell before. You
desired a purpose. You needed someone to look after you and to tame you,
because you’re really a weakling deep down. You faked your strength. You need
mine. You need me. So what if you’re pathetic and so what if you become a fat
blob? Who needs muscles when you’re a pleasure slave? Dry your moronic tears.
You know I’m right. This is the authentic you, Raphie. So many people struggle
to find themselves. I helped you do so and you should be thankful.”
“I was somethin’. I was a ninja and...”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear any more complaints.”
“I wasn’t moanin’, Master. I was…”
“YOU’RE IRRITATING ME!” Slash boomed. He grabbed Raphael’s arm and twisted it
so hard, Raphael head the bones snap.
The emerald skinned turtle screamed in anguish, tears running down his cheeks.
He’s fuckin’ broken my arm, Raphael thought tearfully. Shit.
“That wouldn’t have happened if you’d kept your fucking beak shut,” Slash
yelled. “You always try to test my patience. You promised you’d behave. Now you
can wallow there with your busted arm and leg. See if I care. You did this to
yourself, you ungrateful shit.” Slash kicked him in the side and added, “I may
be gone a few days. Try not to defecate on yourself. I’ll whip you if you do.”
Then Slash stalked out, leaving a sobbing Raphael. I tried pleasin’ Master,
Raphael thought miserably. But I had ta open my beak. It’s my fault he hurt me.
I shoulda stayed silent. I hate makin’ him mad. I’m gonna apologize when he
returns and I’m gonna be a better pet. I’ll do whatever it takes ta show him
how sorry I am. I’m his and he’s my alpha and I’m never gonna misbehave again.
I promise. Come back. Don’t leave me. I can’t be alone. I need ya, Master. I’m
nothin’ without ya. Ya give me purpose. Ya were right. Bein’ a ninja wasn’t my
purpose. My purpose is pleasin’ ya and havin’ babies. Our babies. I’ll try ta
be a good daddy, Master. Come back. I’m scared. I need yer strength and ya so
bad.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N So Raphael's transformation is starting to take place. Will he
     accept it or resist? He's accepted his life, but turning into a
     girl's another story.
     This chapter was meant to be about Leo, but Raphael took over lol.
     Sorry for taking so long to update. I don't have much family near to
     me and the ones I'm close to live overseas. My uncle and aunt are
     visiting from Canada and I've been spending my time with them and
     also my nephew, who's down. My nephew is staying on for work
     experience though and my aunt and uncle go back at the end of March.
     Updates will be as often as I can and more regular when they've left.
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