Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 4 - Innocence Lost
#6 of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - More Than Brothers
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - More Than Brothers series These stories are based on a mixture of the TMNT comic universe and the New TMNT 2003 Cartoon series universe. This basically means three things: 1) All the turtles have tails. Just like real turtles. 2) The age distribution from oldest to youngest goes: Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo. 3) The storyline of the first several stories is that of the TMNT 2003 series. This is just to give them some context and a starting point for the author, so maybe later stories will be written to fit into the storyline of the old cartoon series. Nobody knows yet. The usual disclaimers apply. We don't own the Turtles, this is fanfiction. All credit for their creation goes to Mirage Studios. Don't read it if you're not old enough. Don't read it if you can't stand the idea of one or more of the turtles being touched in the most intimate of ways, their breaths coming in fast pants, and their hearts beating faster as they get closer and closer to the edge of... Erm.. Once again this is a collaborative story by two authors. Written by Raphael and proofed by Donnie this time. I believe this story should hopefully make up for the lack of yiff in the last couple of chapters. Hope you all enjoy, And remember, all feedback is GREATLY APPRECIATED!
- * * More Than Brothers - Innocence Lost By [email protected] & [email protected] Splinter stepped out of his room, his walking stick clacking quietly on the hard floor of the lair. He moved silently to observe what his sons were doing at this hour. Donatello was in his lab and worked on improving some invention he had made while Michelangelo and Raphael were in front of the TV fighting over control of the remote and what they were going to watch tonight. As usual his eldest son was in the dojo doing warm-ups even though practice was not for several hours. He shook his head mildly as he stopped and observed them all for a few minutes more, still considering what he had meditated over earlier, but he could come to no other conclusion. It had taken a lot of meditation, much more than usual, yet he knew he needed to do this, for their sake and his own. "My sons." He raised his voice in a serious tone and each in their own time stopped their activities to pay attention. Michelangelo as the last one after he had swiped the remote back, of course. "I wish to speak to all of you about a serious matter, please meet me in my room." "Now, Sensei?" Leonardo asked what they were all wondering. Why would their master call them together? It was not time for practice. The other three turtles turned their attention toward him and he shrugged, before they all looked back at Splinter. "Yes, right now," was the last thing Splinter said before he made his way into his room, leaving the paper doors open in expectation of the others, and his sharp senses picked up the slight commotion just outside the doors. Their piqued curiosity served well to interrupt the otherwise more interesting activities they had planned for the evening. "Why would he call us together now?" Michelangelo asked with an unsubtle undertone of complaint. After all, he had just wrestled the remote from Raphael and settled on a good monster movie. "I don't know Mikey, I honestly don't." Leonardo shrugged in reply as he led them toward their Sensei's room. This was not normally a domain they were allowed to enter unless instructed to. Leonardo had tea with their master once in a while, but that was about it. His personal abode was clearly off limits. Leonardo stepped into the room as the first one and bowed to their Sensei; his brothers followed with the same gesture as they stepped into the room after him one by one. Splinter nodded to each from where he stood and motioned for them to take a seat. He watched them quickly take up their usual positions by kneeling on the floor in front of him, always in the same order. He could see the bewilderment that had yet to escape their lips, swirl in their eyes. There was something very formal about this whole thing. "I know you wonder why I brought you here when it is not time for practice... But I have my reasons." Splinter explained in his coarse voice, and paced back and forth in front of them for a moment, thinking over his next words and leaving long pauses between each sentence. It was a delicate matter he had to present this evening. Some part of him had hoped that this day would not come even though that concept was ridiculous; it needed to be brought to their attention. He turned to face them, his face as serious as any other time that he had to give them one of his 'talks'. "I know that... the four of you have been experiencing, new and strange emotions over the recent weeks.." His eyes were sharp and his voice authoritative. For once it would have been nice with some of Michelangelo's distracting antics just to loosen up the mood a bit. Why was it that he could only get them to interrupt him when they were NOT supposed to? "..perhaps you have started to experiment on yourselves. And each other.. These feeling are normal as you enter puberty." His sons gave him startled looks as the realization hit them that he did know, despite their attempts to hide it. The sudden, inexplicable embarrassment that zapped through each one of them was quite revealing. "I know this, because Leonardo approached me days ago when the strange feelings became too much for him." All eyes went to the blue-clad turtle, but he kept his focus forward and ignored the others. "I.. found myself at a loss at first. But considering the four of you ARE teenagers, I should have expected you to come to me earlier.." He paused to let it sink into their minds. The room was so quiet you could hear the TV out in the lair. "However! I felt obligated to help him with this, and thus I taught him in the ways of pleasure, in the hopes that perhaps... he could help teach his brothers." The expressions of three of his sons turned from startled to astonished, while Leonardo just stared at his Sensei and deliberately avoided eye contact with the others for now. The reactions seemed to vary in Splinter's view. He looked to Donatello and Michelangelo who exchanged glances with wide grins, apparently picking up that they had both shared that new experience with their older brother. A few words passed between them, though they kept it hushed and a quiet chuckle passed, before they looked back to their Sensei. Splinter turned his gaze to Raphael and was surprised to find almost the complete opposite on his face. He was not looking at any of his brothers, but was instead staring at the floor. He seemed almost angry over this and Splinter could not help but frown at this reaction, though it was not often that Raphael showed anything but anger. He cleared his throat, getting their attention again. "Now, I won't try to stop you from continuing to experiment in this. I just ask that you keep it discreet and in private where others can't see it happen." The old rat paused and then added, "..and preferably at nighttime when I'm asleep." He stressed certain words in his speech to make sure they understood, and received nods in return. "I also expect this to not interfere with your training, or your concentration. In any way." He warned, well-knowing that the reason he probably had postponed this talk longer than he should have was exactly because he knew it would cause a lack of focus in their training. The last words faded off and allowed the four a moment to absorb what they were told. Splinter could sense the tension rise in the room. A mixture of excitement, happiness, nervousness and in the case one of them, anger. Raphael felt cheated. He felt out of the loop. His two brothers had obviously shared something with Leonardo, and he had not. "Now, enough talk. I brought you four together to show you ways to release the tension you may be feeling. Being that you cannot go topside, I'm afraid you'll have to settle for each other for the time being." He said, earning their attentions again, but judging by their muffled chuckles he had perhaps not chosen the most fortunate words to express himself. "I'm pairing you four off for this -- Leonardo you will be with Michelangelo, and Donatello you will be with Raphael." He watched as his genius son eyed his red-banded brother warily, but Splinter had a feeling that pairing Raphael with either Leonardo or Michelangelo would lead to disaster. It usually did, and this exercise was too delicate to risk. It would be safer this way. He hoped. He watched them shift positions so they were next to their...partners for this exercise. "I am unaware of what Leonardo has taught you three, but I am going to teach you a simple way to relieve the tension using your hands. I'll allow Leonardo to demonstrate." Splinter glanced around, focusing on at Leonardo who gave him a nod. It was really a very odd experience for all of them. They knew this was not something Splinter really encouraged, and the way he managed to run the whole thing like a normal training exercise only showed that he wanted to get this overwith in a way where he retained as much control of the situation as he could. It was almost emotionless. Splinter stepped back for the moment and became an observer. Letting them learn on their own under supervision was how he would teach most new lessons. The unspoken purpose of the exercise was of course to remove the taboo aspect of the whole act, not to encourage them to do this with each other. They might do exactly that for a while, but eventually after their initial curiosities had been sated, things would return to normal and this act return to privacy. In theory. Michelangelo turned his gaze to Leonardo as thoughts of the other night in his room when his older brother had caught him in the act all came back to him, turning him on again and he felt a familiar pressure in his shell as the feelings raced through him. He gave Leonardo another goofy grin as the other turtle laid a hand on his chest, and rubbed down toward the lower front plates. He was sitting on the floor and leaned back on his hands a bit, watching his older brother. Despite what seemed like confidence, even Leonardo had to admit he was nervous at doing this in front of the others; the other times it had just been one of his brothers and himself in private. He had actually done more with his brothers than he had informed Splinter about, and Leonardo did have his doubts about whether their Sensei would approve of his own improvisations. He had only been instructed to use his hands, after all. He would have to play this one by the rules to avoid suspicion, and his hand slipped down his younger brother's groinplate, pausing for a moment before his fingers slid under the lower lip of the shell. He explored with his fingers gently, but he could not help making a smug grin when he encountered the semi-erect penis of his brother hidden under the shell. He wrapped his thick fingers around it as well as he could with what little room he had, and he heard Michelangelo give a soft gasp. Honestly they had both been afraid that with everyone else watching it would be difficult to perform, but the sheer horniness of a teenaged turtle cannot be overestimated. It did not take much encouragement to bring the younger turtle out of his shell, and he got a better grip as he started to work his fingers over it. Leonardo started slow, making sure their other two brothers could clearly see what he was doing, as it hardened in his grasp. "Very good." Splinter commented simply from behind them and stepped back again to sit retrieve a book from his bookcase against the far wall. This exercise would not require much of his interference, it seemed. Raphael stared at the other pair, frowning in a mix of anger and jealousy, but what surprised him most was the arousal that he felt as he watched. He felt cheated by Leonardo; his older brother had had so many opportunities since that night on the rooftop to come forward, to do something, ANYTHING. It was obvious that everyone else had been 'instructed' by Leonardo, who had clearly not respected him enough to go through with it. He did not know what was more maddening, the fact that he had been dismissed by his older brother or the fact that he did not even want Leonardo teaching him that sort of thing as if he were a child. His confusion only made him angrier. "Leo, wait." Michelangelo said to the blue-banded turtle and sat up, as he pushed the surprise Leonardo back on his rear at the same time with his legs spread out some. "I still owe you from the other night." Michelangelo grinned, no longer paying attention to the audience and he certainly wanted his older brother to experience what he had done to him, now that he still had the energy and opportunity to do so. Leonardo offered very little resistance to being pushed back, his grip loosening on the long green shaft in his hand but not letting go as he pulled Michelangelo down with him. Raphael was bitter. He would get his older brother back somehow, but his thoughts were interrupted when he felt a hand on his thigh. He glanced down and then up to meet Donatello's slightly nervous gaze, and he barely managed to resist scowling at the purple-masked turtle. It was not his fault, after all. A part of him wanted to just get up and leave in a huff, but Splinter had clearly marked this as today's lesson, so he was stuck for the duration. His hesitation only made Donatello even more nervous. "Raph, what..?" Donatello asked concerned. He watched his hot-headed brother, though in hindsight he had expected resistance from Raphael, the other turtle rarely showed emotions beyond anger, and it was probably difficult for him to allow himself to become vulnerable enough to his brothers to follow through with this lesson. Nevertheless, the purple turtle was optimistic that he could get Raphael to open up and enjoy this. He wondered briefly what Leonardo had done with him, if anything. The other turtle's reaction however showed that perhaps it was not all that much. Why did Splinter have to pair him with Raphael? "My sons, is there a problem here?" Splinter spoke up as he stepped up near Donatello and Raphael. They both looked up at him and he could detect the slight in his red son's eyes, and the concern in the eyes of the other. Before the irate turtle could answer, the other one broke in. "Raph, it's better than you think, give it a chance, you might actually enjoy it." Donatello tried to reason with him, and reached out a hand to touch his shoulder. He was not going to force him if he truly did not want to, but he hoped he would. The younger turtle looked away from him for a moment, his mind and body warring for dominance over how he should feel about this, and that ache of betrayal he felt before flared up in his body again, overruling his mind. The red turtle gave a frustrated sigh, but then he did not push away when Donatello's hand slid down his side to his thigh again, massaging the muscles gently with his fingers, watching him silently. Raphael felt his resistance waver as the thought of this did intrigue him. And at least Donatello was not the one who had slighted him. "Alright, fine." Raphael replied with a bit of resignation as he looked back to Donatello, closing his eyes for a moment, before opening them again, getting some control of his emotions back as his breathing evened once more. He paused as he felt his Sensei's hand on his shoulder, a gesture that had always instilled a certain calm in his heart ever since he was little. He glanced up into the sympathetic eyes of his father before Splinter backed away again and turned his gaze toward the other pair in the room. Leonardo looked away from them the moment he felt Michelangelo moving closer, looking eager himself, and he chuckled as he relaxed his mind and body, which allowed him to slide out of his shell. His eyes closed at the warm sensations spreading through his loins when Michelangelo quickly latched onto his shaft and rubbed it from top to bottom as it lengthened and made his own courage grow. "Let me know if I'm doing it right." Michelangelo remarked to the other turtle whose only response was a soft mrrr at the most pleasing touch of the orange clad turtle's hand that glided over his stiff flesh, making him shudder. The last one to touch Leonardo like this, except for perhaps himself for relief, was Donatello, and that was a while ago. He had almost forgotten how much better it felt to be played with by someone else. "You're...mmm...doing fine Mikey." Leonardo managed to get out, briefly opening his eyes again to watch the hand on his cock as it grew as large as it was going to. There was a sense of awe in the youngest turtle's eyes at feeling that big green, throbbing rod in his palm. Splinter stepped closer, observing as well. He trusted Leonardo to know what to tell his brother to do, but he also knew the mind could be distracted by the sensations. Normally he would have pegged his oldest son to be the one to keep a cool head even in a situation like this, but Michelangelo actually seemed to have more control of the situation than anyone else. "Try varying your strokes Michelangelo. Firmer. Tighter ones... You could try using both hands as well." Splinter gave tips, but he certainly was not going to tell them how to do all of it. They had to learn what the others enjoyed on their own. He crouched down next to them and watched for a moment before he reached out a hand and placed it over Michelangelo's, helping to guide him. Leonardo watched the two of them, biting his lips and squinting his eyes as he managed to resist only for a moment and then just HAD to thrust his hips up into the hands holding him. "Rhythm is everything. Listen to the innermost energies of your partner and attune yourself." Splinter stood up again. Meanwhile, Raphael had turned his attention away from Donatello and watched the trio nearby with a slight scowl. Donatello gave him a frustrated look at first, but then became determined after seeing that it did not have much of an effect. He slid his hand up Raphael's thigh, pausing for a moment before he moved it up under the bottom lip of his shell. He gave a smug smirk as he heard his brother grunt softly, and he groped the warm sheath under there as he felt the retracted bits start to grow and fill up the tight space inside. He glanced up as Raphael turned his head back to him. "Come on Raph -- keep your attention on me." Donatello said softly to him, a part of him knew it might be a lost cause as he was not the foremost thing on Raphael's mind. However, he was not one who was easily deterred by this. That evening a while ago with Leonardo had been magical and the fresh memory of it in his mind kept him interested in repeating it with Raphael. He smirked as he was finally able to pull the other turtle's semi-erect meat free from his shell, and he repositioned his fingers to rub over the rigid rod as he felt it grow. The red banded turtle was surprised to feel his breath quicken, just like he had on the rooftop. Was it really that easy to make him lose control? He closed his eyes and allowed the feeling to wash over and consume him. It lasted only a moment, but the veined, green terrapin cock stretched out to full size in a matter of seconds. He gritted his teeth at a moan that wanted to escape his throat so badly that it made him itch due to his effort to keep it down, and when he opened his eyes again they fell on the other pair a short distance away. He was still distracted, but the natural instincts in his body had made that distraction much harder to uphold. He noticed that their Sensei had stepped away again, but he was not looking too occupied with him. His eyes were focused purely on one turtle, and one turtle only -- Leonardo. And his look was anything but pleasant. Paying the peering eyes no mind, Michelangelo was concentrating on his strokes, which in and of itself was amazing considering he rarely concentrated on anything but his comic books or video games. He slid his thick fingers up near the tip and teased the head with his thumb, watching with a grin as a bit of clear precum emerged from the slit. He rubbed his thumb through it before his hand moved down the long green length again, stroking with his brother's rhythm when he gave the occasional thrust of his hips. His own arousal had softened a little when the attention was taken away, but the young turtle still remained semi-erect as the thoughts and feelings from that night in his room when Leonardo had jerked him off kept him excited. This is what he must have looked like at the time -- panting and moaning. The older turtle never demanded anything from him, but Michelangelo could not think of any other way to repay him for that night, and now he had the chance. Even the goofball could be serious, he certainly was not serious very often, but he had his moments. This seemed to be one of them. "How's it feel Leo?" He murmured to him softly and he could not help the goofy grin on his face as Leonardo looked at him in confusion. "How's it feel to have the tables turned, and it's you getting the treatment rather than giving it." He added, concentrating on his older brother's face as he watched the play of emotions there, listening to the short huffs of breath that managed to escape. "Really.. really good." Leonardo slitted his eyes and moaned softly as he concentrated on nothing more than the feelings that raced through his blood and enveloped his senses in a haze of emotion. His mind had forgotten about everyone in the room except for Michelangelo and the feeling of his hand rubbing up and down his length. For that was all that was needed, nothing else mattered. He shuddered as his muscular hips tensed and he thrust deeper into the other turtle's hand. He might have been the one sent out to initiate everyone in this, but he was just as inexperienced as they were. Donatello watched their oldest brother start to lose it, chuckling softly as he glanced over the other pair, but unlike Raphael he did not have the same jealous mindset. He glanced down at the dark green shaft between his fingers, watching the sticky precum emerge as well and he got a flashback from when he had given Leonardo a blowjob in his room that night. An experience that Leonardo himself had wisely kept quiet about with Master Splinter. He glanced over at their Sensei, noticing he was not looking their way, and he got an idea on how to get Raphael's attention. He leaned down and let his breath fall over the stiff dick, flicking his broad tongue out and licking at the green sac below the fleshy pole, and then licked his way up Raphael's length from the base to the very tip along the sensitive underside, stopping to lap at the salty precum on the stiff head. He grinned smugly as he heard the long hard moan that escaped Raphael's lips, and he briefly felt a hard grip to one shoulder from his brother wrapping his hand around it. Straightening up again just before Splinter looked their way, Donatello sped up his firm caress and felt the wet trail he had left against his palm. Raphael had squeezed his eyes tightly shut and his head tilted back a bit as he panted at all these new sensations. His body shuddered at the blazing fire that raced through him and for the moment consumed every other thought he may have had. As much as he hated to admit it, that felt damn good and his treacherous body ached in its want to feel more of it. The ache overruled everything else in his mind and he opened his eyes again to slits as he turned his attention to his older brother, the only heat in his eyes now was that from arousal. He glanced over at the other pair for a moment, but his mind dragged his attention back to Donatello, who was so determined to keep it there. Michelangelo had glanced up briefly at the moan from Raphael and caught the tail end of what happened, and it made his own arousal flare up briefly. That looked like fun. However at the moment he was not feeling brave enough to even attempt that with Leonardo, not to mention that he did not want to take the chance of getting caught doing something their Sensei would not approve of. His older brother barely heard it as much more than background noise. Leonardo pushed his hips farther, getting more desperate as he felt that he was starting to get close to the edge. He held out for as long as he could, wanting to revel in this as much as possible, but his body was not listening to him. Michelangelo felt him stiffen some more beyond this point and he knew his brother was not far off. "Come on Leo, show me what you have." Michelangelo cooed in encouragement, gripping harder and stroking firmer. He was tempted to lean down, oh so tempted. He wanted to know what it tasted like, he could never reach himself there. But Splinter was watching them like a hawk at the moment, not a good time to test boundaries. He could feel his brother's muscles tense and he picked up the pace until his fist moved at a blinding speed. "Nnnh!" Leonardo let a moan escape and gave a needy buck with his hips before his shaft jerked in Michelangelo's hand. His seed burst out of his shaft, arcing up, and splattering down against his plastron with a wet noise. Michelangelo actually backed up to try and keep himself clean, feeling his own arousal rise as he watched with fascination. The younger turtle felt a similar thrill to what his older brother felt the other night. His stroking movements continued for as long as his brother rode out his orgasm. In the midst of it, even Donatello and Raphael paused to watch as well. Even though they had all been playing around with each others' naughty bits for the past few minutes, this was another milestone in their lives. Leonardo was the first one of them to blatantly climax right in front of the entire family, all his brothers and his Sensei were staring in captivation of the event and the way that the quite vocal Leonardo whimpered and gasped and mewled in his own special way would forever be branded in their minds now. They would recognize it from now on even through walls, muted and late at night, that characteristic cry he made would be recognized by everyone. The teenage turtle loved being the center of attention like this. He could feel everyone's eyes upon him at that moment and he clenched his rumpmuscles just to spew his seed higher into the air like a fountain before it came raining down over his belly. Time seemed to slow down for everyone as they watched squirt after hefty squirt fly into the air while Leonardo overtly emptied his balls all over himself right in the view of everyone. After what seemed like ages, the blue turtle finally started to relax as his flow tapered off and he just kept moaning to keep the attention for just a little while longer. Leonardo gave a final groan as he leaned back on his elbowpads, eyes closed and his chest heaving to recover the air he needed. The younger turtle slowed his strokes till he stopped entirely. He pulled his hand away and made a face when he looked at the stickiness between his fingers, before just wiping it off on his brother's chest. Despite his earlier reaction a grin spread across Leonardo's face. Raphael looked back to Donatello for a moment. His pent up anger seemed to be melting away the more his mind fogged up and prevented his attention from drifting back to Leonardo, the anger for him still simmering somewhere in his mind. Donatello picked up where he left off, and taking advantage of Splinter being distracted again, he experimented with tracing a finger along the underside of his brothers tail and grinned as he saw him visibly shudder. Some small part of Raphael's mind still tried to push the emotions away, to get rid of them, but it was quickly becoming overwhelmed and fading into the background amidst the sheer noise of all those warm feelings. It was enjoyable, he had to admit that it was, it seemed to overshadow everything including the feeling of vulnerability that he had started out with. He was not with strangers, he was at home with his family. Yet it kept nagging at him even when forcefully pushed to the back of his mind by his raging primal urges. He could feel his own climax creep up on him and he fought it for as long as he could. Despite his valiant effort, he came to the inevitable realization that even he could not fight against his own instincts and win. Donatello watched him carefully, he could tell he was close. It was obvious that a part of his brother's mind was still trying to fend it off, but in his mind he knew even Raphael could not keep up the fight forever. It had turned into more of a battle of wills between the two of them, there was much less tenderness involved in the act, it was all about trying to get the other to give in first. More competition. It was just the way Splinter liked it. The lack of affection gave it a greater similarity to the teaching environment he had established. A firm squeeze from Donatello's hand finally managed to push Raphael over the edge, and he let out a long moan as he pushed his hips up and came hard. The first few contractions arced high, only to splash down on his chest and paint white stripes across the yellow-brown armor. Raphael could feel all of his pent up feelings, anger included, just flow out of him like a huge river that left him reeling from the sudden rush of extraction. The red turtle bit down on a whimper that wanted to escape him, letting out a hard snort instead. He would not whimper, it showed weakness and he was not fond of showing that in front of everyone. Donatello wore a smug grin as he watched his hot-headed brother go through the motions, and he felt great pride at finally having managed to get him off despite the other turtle's fight to resist. Raphael felt his arms grow weak and he fell back more onto his shell as he tapered off till he was laying on the floor, twitching from the lasting numbness. He relaxed in the warmth of the aftermath that flowed over him, leaving him with a pleasant feeling throughout. This was probably the most relaxed any of his brothers had ever seen him, short of when he was asleep. He mrrrred and did not even care about the warm goop running through the grooves in his plastron. He opened his eyes slightly, but did not move, he found himself too comfortable to want to move. Donatello pulled his drenched fingers away and wiped the cool stickiness off on Raphael's thigh. He watched the dazed turtle to make sure he was okay; this seemed to take a lot out of him. The younger turtle finally managed to get his arms to cooperate and he pushed himself back up into a sitting position, and the satisfied look in his eyes seemed to surprise Donatello. He could not help but grin at the hazy, groggy, and blissfully happy expression on the other's face. In the meantime Leonardo had recovered his own orgasm and had actually turned to watch the other two to marvel at the unusually quiet and content red turtle, before he looked back to Michelangelo who was waiting somewhat impatiently already. So impatient in fact that he was already stroking his throbbing shaft to relieve some of the ache and excitement. He almost looked innocent in the deed. Almost.. The older turtle chuckled at him and shifted around to get on his knees in front of him. Letting his eyes rest on the other's erection for a moment, Leonardo reached out and swatted at Michelangelo's stroking hand so he could take over for him. It was powerful deja vu to hear Mikey's happy moans, and it give him flashbacks to when he jerked off the younger turtle a few days ago. He wanted to try something new, but what could they do in front of Master Splinter? All the elderly rat told them was to do hand jobs, which made his sense of adventure struggle with his sense of duty at the moment. He had already done more with his brothers than this and he licked his lips as his mind formed an idea. No doubt he would get scolded for doing it, but he wanted to know what Donatello had tasted when he had willingly sucked him off. His curiosity was too great despite the risk he knew he had to take, but at the moment his mind was overriding all rational thought. Raphael was slightly gruff after the experience since he had had to bite down on all those growls, it had been a lot better than he thought it was. Just doing it by himself once in a while had been sufficient up till now, he had not felt a particular need to fool around any more than that, but this experience changed everything. Despite the strict and somewhat embarrassing setting, this had been a most incredible experience. There was certainly much more to explore in this area. He glanced down at the stickiness on his plastron, slightly in awe, and he gazed over at Donatello who was leaning back on his arms in a sitting position next to him. Raphael just sat motionless for the longest time, his mind overwhelmed to the point that he was unsure what to do with himself. Donatello caught the glance from Raphael and he could see the confusion in his eyes. Considering his own afterglow with Leonardo, he understood why Raphael could not form a coherent thought at the moment. He reached out a hand and touched the other's arm causing him to jump from having been lost in his own thoughts just now. "It would be nice to get the favor returned Raph." Donatello remarked to his brother and pulled his arm forward some. He heard the other grumble slightly, letting a grin escape. He let go of the arm and sat back, letting his aching cock slide out of his shell by spreading his legs out more and thinking naughty, naughty thoughts. The red-banded turtle eyed the emerging semi-erect shaft and something seemed to click in his mind. He moved forward, crawling up between his brother's spread legs on his knees and wrapping his three thick fingers around the shaft to begin stroking it. Donatello was right -- this was kind of cool to try on someone else and even if he did not know what the hell he was doing, he was encouraged by Donatello's groan. "I suppose I owe you that much Donny." Raphael smirked back as he let his gaze rest on his stroking hand, watching in fascination as it slid over the green flesh that hardened and lengthened from the attention it was given. He felt a rush through his body that he had not felt in a while, the rewarding warmth he felt at being in command of someone else. His body reveled in the fact that for the moment he was back in control, and it helped to make up for his uncontrolled emotions a moment ago. The eldest of the four glanced over for a moment to watch; he was glad to see Raphael being docile enough to decide to return the favor and not just leave Donatello longing. A moan from Michelangelo brought his attention back to his own partner and he sped up his ministrations till he saw the clear precum slowly emerge from the rod in his hand. He glanced over at Master Splinter who was sitting in the lotus position and reading a book, occasionally looking over the top to check up on his sons. He made sure that his Sensei was absorbed in the book before he quickly bent down to lick up the precum with his tongue, hearing a gasp from the other turtle as his body shuddered. He dared to tease the head with his tongue, eliciting another long moan from his brother, while Michelangelo stared at him in shock. Was Leonardo really doing this? Michelangelo had thought that just the hand felt good, but that tongue just make his cockhead heat up all of a sudden and his hips buck like he was already emptying his balls. Leonardo mrred as he hesitated for the brief moment, before sucking the stiff tip of Michelangelo's shaft into his mouth, hearing the sharp intake of breath as Mikey shivered in a dry orgasm. He felt a hand on his shoulder and lifted his eyes to look up at the awed face of the younger turtle. The blue turtle had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slowly slid more of the cock into his beak, letting his tongue play along the underside and feeling it stiffen even more. When he finally took the shaft in as far he could comfortably, he slowly drew his head back up the length, licking his way as he went. The hand on his shoulder moved up to the back of his head where it gripped at his bandanna knot, helping to move him in a rhythm that the other turtle enjoyed, which was slightly faster than the pace he had been going at. Leonardo closed his eyes and forgot about the rest of the world as he got completely absorbed in the idea of giving his first beakjob. The hot-headed one of the group kept his strokes firm and quick, not wasting much time as he worked. Despite how he acted normally, Raphael did not feel the need to try anything as drastic as what his older brother was doing. He wanted to try and get it over quick, instead of wasting time. Especially due to the exhaustion he felt. Splinter had been watching Raphael and Donatello over his book for a short while. He had thought for a moment that he would have to step in and encourage Raphael to do the same for his brother, but as it turned out, this was not needed once the red turtle took charge himself. However, a groaning sound from his other sons drew his gaze away and the sight shocked him. He frowned in disapproval of what Leonardo was doing. He made a sound of disapproval as he approached the two, his tail swishing behind him in annoyance. "Ahem, I do not believe that this was what I told you to do." He said, his voice stern, watching as his eldest irked as he was caught and quickly pulled off the younger teenturtle's shaft. Despite this, Leonardo licked his beak from the clear residue... mmm, tasty. He then looked guiltily up to Splinter as he straightened up. "Sorry Sensei." He said with a sigh and could hear the moan of disappointment from Michelangelo, who had hoped the great treatment would continue for all eternity. The leader returned to the firm stroking of his hand to compensate for the loss, and as usual Splinter went somewhat lenient on his eldest son. "Just remember that, Leonardo." Splinter said firmly before walking off again, he would have to keep an eye on those two. Leonardo let out the breath he held, and gave his younger brother an apologetic look; they would have to try again sometime when Splinter was not around. Raphael scowled slightly at Splinter letting Leonardo off easy again. His older brother got away with way too much sometimes. Leonardo grumped and turned his attention back to Michelangelo, he could hear the familiar little whimpers that he knew was a sign that the younger turtle was getting close to his own goal. He slowed his hand down slightly, wanting it to linger. The night in Michelangelo's room was harried and had gone by far too fast for Leonardo's taste, he wanted to enjoy the bubble of fantasy for a little longer, go a little slower.. even if the brief blowjob he gave probably did not help that in any way. Michelangelo mrrred at him as he could feel his edge creep closer despite Splinter catching them. "Come on Leo, hurry up." Michelangelo managed to moan out with an undertone of his whiny, desperate voice. He thrust his hips to try and encourage his brother to go faster, becoming slightly frustrated at the lack of speed. Leonardo grinned at him and finally picked up the pace of his hand, stroking faster to make Michelangelo grit his teeth. His moans echoed those of Donatello who could feel his own rush towards the finish line now from a combination of Raphael jerking him off as well as the images in his head of the others around him watching the lewd act, which only made his arousal flare up. His edge was approaching fast and he was sprinting towards it, pulled by the hand by Raphael and he felt a natural need to resist just to make the experience last longer. It was a precious moment. Michelangelo bit down on his lip as he felt his peak approach and his breath wheezed out of his snout. He wanted to say something, but he just could not get the words to form; and so he just let out a long moan in prelude to the shiver that ran suddenly down his spine and made his rumpmuscles contract in a way that just shot the tingling sensation to the end of his shaft. His balls twitched and he jerked dryly once before he came hard in his older brother's hand. Biting down on his cry only made it come out muffled and yet still audible to most in the room. Not one to keep quiet ever in his life, the runt of the litter finally opened up his beak and let out a pleasured, whiny, shameless moan of ecstasy. It immediately made his brothers embarrassed to hear, yet it was quite characteristic for the youngest turtle's voice. It was a sound they would all remember. Having his eyes closed tightly meant that he gasped in surprise when he suddenly felt the warm splatters hitting his plastron. The warm substance began to slowly slide downward, following the slope of his chest before he had even finished. Leonardo continued to work his hands up and down his younger brother's length as he milked him of his seed, trying not to get his hands sticky by keeping away from the tip for as long as the orange-clad turtle kept spurting his spunk. He managed fairly well until he was distracted by a moan from the other part of the room and Mikey just landed a great big wad in his palm. Seeing Michelangelo get off like that seemed to be too much for Donatello and he himself gasped at the sight and sounds, just before his own spray started. It startled Raphael who actually sat back and almost let his grip loosen, but he caught himself and tightened his grasp again to keep stroking from base to tip, not caring about getting his hand slippery. The two pleasured turtles seemed to almost feed off each other's cries of sexual delight as their orgasms unfolded for everyone to see. Michelangelo was the first to slow down and taper off, giving off a wheezing whine with every breath he drew into his lungs. He shuddered at the last remnants of carnal emotions that flowed through him and made him squirt again. Finally opening his eyes he found himself staring right up at Leonardo's grinning face. Mikey gave his own sheepish smile and hung his tongue out the side of his beak while panting for breath. It felt like he had just run a marathon and he was too weak to even complain when Leonardo wiped his hand clean on the other turtle's thigh. Similarly Raphael watched Donatello with a great sense of curiosity, mostly because his climax had looked so different from his own. Or maybe it was just that observing another person in the throes of ecstasy seemed entirely different. Unlike his three lucky brothers, this was all still new to Raphael. Sure he had jerked off before, but it was obvious there was more he had been let on to, which only made his resentment towards Leonardo start to rear its head again. He glanced down at his sticky hand as Donatello tapered off till he was just oozing. Rather than mirroring the trick Leonardo had pulled off, Raphael put his hand on the purple turtle's cheek and wiped his own cum off on the side of his face with an impish grin. Splinter gave them time to recover and become absorbed in the experience of sharing this with each other. He was satisfied with their perfomance and retained a hope that the whole training lesson atmosphere he had tried to surround this in, had helped make the act more mundane and uninteresting to all of them. It was no longer some dark secret they had to keep from each other, no longer a unique and private matter. Everyone was more aware and enlightened, and they had all seen that they functioned in the same way, had the same sexual desires and the same primal urges. That was the theory, at least. Little did he know how the seed of curiosity he had planted today would grow in the future. Of course, they still had a lot to learn and there were many other things he had not mentioned. Some things they would have to learn on their own, or come and ask about when the time was right. He cleared his throat as he stepped up to get their attention again. It was time to close this session. He had presented the idea today of seeking relief with each other as sort of temporary, but if he really searched his soul, he knew that the outside world would never understand them. Much less love them. Hormone-induced frustrations would only get worse with all of them for the next many years, but all the had were each other and the family bond had to remain strong enough to overcome these challenges. "My sons, you did well. And I believe learned a new experience." Splinter paused to give Leonardo a pointed look after they had all gathered in the usual row on their knees. He could have done without that bold introduction of more naughtiness to corrupt his brothers' minds. "I will give you the rest of today to... experiment as you wish. Get it out of your system if you need to. Training will start again tomorrow as usual, I suggest you take advantage of the time." He said and looked at the four of them, getting nods in return. "Remember what I told you about being discreet, this is paramount. You can do as you please, but this will not interfere with your training." Splinter warned them again. "Now, I suggest you all go and clean up, as you made quite a mess of yourselves." His sons got up and gave a bow before they headed out the door. Splinter watched them go and he closed the door to his room behind them, before moving further into the room. He needed to meditate on today's events by himself. They all scattered with Michelangelo running towards the showers. "I'm first!" He yelled out as he disappeared into the shower room. There was not enough space for all of them in there at the same time, so they usually took turns two at a time when showering. Raphael went up to his room and let the others quarrel about the shower privileges for the moment. He was really in no mood to listen to the youngest turtle's impression of "Singing in the Rain", no matter how sticky he was. He could wait. "Hey Leo, hold up a sec." Donatello called to the older turtle once they were outside in the lair, catching up to Leonardo who slowed to a stop and turned to look back. "Something wrong Donnie?" Leonardo asked and bowed his head a little to lean into the confident air that Donatello indicated when he moved up real close. He looked up at Raphael on the second floor who padded along and finally disappeared behind the curtain into his room. "I think you should keep an eye out for Raph, he didn't seem too happy with you. In fact I didn't like the looks he was giving you, the only time he looked away was when I managed to distract him." Donatello said with a hushed, concerned voice, but the older turtle seemed to just brush off the warning. "Raph being angry at me isn't news, he's always pissed off at me for one reason or another. You know as well as I do that if it was anything major he would have said something by now." The blue turtle responded and Donatello did have to admit he had a point. Raphael had barely even looked at the others after they left Splinter's room. "Yeah, maybe you're right Leo." Donatello said and followed him across the lair. As they approached the doorway he gave Leonardo a playful shove in his belly and ran ahead. "Beat ya to it." He called out over his shoulder with a grin and disappeared into the bathrooom as well. Leonardo smirked and went to the kitchen instead to microwave a slice from last night while the two goofballs got showered. The sounds of the two showers running filled the immediate area outside of the room. They really should get a curtain or something over that doorway soon. Singing, laughing and silly noises emanated as they always did. They even sang those horrible duets. Don and Mikey in the showers at the same time was always taxing on the sanity of everyone else. By the time they finished up and toweled off, the overall tension in the lair had subsided and they were just talking quietly when they emerged from the room. They did split up after that, the brainy turtle headed toward his lab, and the silly turtle headed for the TV wall, apparently neither in the mood for any more 'experimenting' at the moment, unless it was the kind that involved metal alloys or high scores, respectively. Raphael looked out of his room when he heard the terribly cheesy intro music to one of those space shooter games fill the lair. He made his way down to the first level again and ducked into the shower room where the water was already running. He stepped past the doorway and over to the table setup at the wall opposite the showers that was there to hold all their gear. Leonardo's swords, mask and protective pads were lined up so neatly it almost made him sick to his stomach. Damn that perfectionist, orderly obsessive brother of his. "Hey, Raph." His older brother called out simply and went back to cleaning himself up. Raphael looked over at the offending turtle himself who was rubbing his sides and shell with a bar of soap under the drizzling water, facing away from him. Raphael swiped his hand over Leonardo's stuff to rearrange it in a more chaotic fashion before he stripped off his weapons, belt, pads and mask, leaving him in the same pure form that he was when he hatched from his egg so long ago. Despite not wearing clothes in the traditional sense, they all still felt naked without their gear on. His elbows and knees felt stripped and unprotected and constantly reminded him that something was missing there. The sight of his older brother's bare green body made him stop and stare, feeling a surprising tightening in his chest, not unlike the sensation he had felt on the rooftop. He grumbled and looked away. Why did his older brother do that to him? Especially when he resented him so much for leaving himself out of the action. Raphael stepped over to turn on the other shower head and adjusted the temperature before stepping in under the water and letting it run over his bared skin to wash away the evidence of today's session. When he opened his eyes and spat out the water he had just caught in his beak, he found himself staring directly at Leonardo bending over and rubbing his own rump with soapy hands that made bubbles the more vigorously he rubbed himself. He swore Leonardo was just doing this on purpose now and despite his attempt to resist, the tingling sensation in his groin would not be denied. Raphael felt himself grow harder against the inside of his groinplate and to prevent getting painfully stuck -- which happened sometimes -- he reached down to brush his fingers over the cocktip and helped angle it outwards. The sight of that green rump of his brothers started dark thoughts in his head. Things he had heard about in R-rated movies. He had not actually seen it, but it had been implied in plenty of prison movies. The thought of giving his arrogant leader the punishment he deserved made Raphael drop from his shell with a hearty grunt. Leonardo was largely ignoring him at the moment, the older turtle had long since learned to just brush off his hot-headed brother's annoyed noises unless they were right in his face when they were arguing. The cold non-reception his greeting hard earned when his red brother had stepped into the shower had just made Leonardo defiant and intent on dismissing Raphael entirely for the duration he was here. Which made his surprise all the greater.. Leonardo yelped as he suddenly found himself pushed face first up against the wall under his shower, a rough grip on his neck pinning him there. In the bewildered moment he tried to look over his shoulder to see his attacker, and was shocked to see a scowling brother there. Raphael wasted no words as he clamped a hand over Leonardo's mouth to keep his trap shut. His anger combined in his system with his arousal and it was quickly becoming a dangerous mix. He growled and forced Leonardo's legs apart by kicking at one of his ankles and making his foot skid on the floor. Apart from his other hand grabbing Leo's rumpcheek firmly, he gave little warning before ramming his thick shaft right up Leonardo's tail hole, not stopping till he was up to the hilt. The sensation was heart-stopping, and he growled out in pleasure when he felt Leonardo tense under him as the older turtle yelled out in his hand. He could feel the rush of dominance overload his senses and make him quiver at the feeling of Leonardo squirming in the sandwich of his brother's belly and the wet wall. So satisfying was it to have the other turtle pinned and helpless, that it just made his arousal flare up in his gut. "Yer not getting away that easily this time Leo." Raphael snarled as he started thrusting hard and fast, not caring whether he was hurting the other or not. All that mattered was his own pleasure and the need stuff Leonardo full of his own seed. To possess him. To dominate him. The flustered boy turtle felt his burly brother hold him down against the wall and just have his way with him. His arms bulged with his muscles when he reached down to grab Leonardo's wrist and hold his arm up over his head, pinning his hand against the wall by the wrist. His other hand was keeping him muffled and quiet to the outside world through the whole thing. "You think you're so damn perfect, should be in charge of everything." He said, not stopping his rough movements. "I got news for ya, you ain't anymore perfect then the rest of us." Raphael pounded harder into him to emphasize the point of what he was saying. His anger mixed so perfectly with his arousal and both supplemented the other to the point where he could not tell the difference either, he just felt them enhance the burning sensation deep in his loins to the point where something had to happen. Leonardo's fingers struggled to grip at the smooth wall and he squinted his eyes at the sharp pains that shot through his body, all of them centered right on his abused rear. His inner muscles clenched around the invading cock, trying to push it back out of him to no avail. Raphael was unforgiving, not letting himself be pushed away easily till he claimed what was his. "You'll take every bit of it, Leo." Raphael snarled and accentuated the last few syllables with thrusts so deep that it made his balls grind up between his brother's thighs. The rough gnashing sound of his plastron grinding over Leonardo's shell was the loudest sound that escaped from the splash of the shower. It all mingled to perfection in Raphael's mind. He was so turned on that he could hardly think. If he had known that it felt this incredible to bury his cock in tight turtle-ass, he would have ravished his older brother in the shower a long time ago. "I'm sick of you running the show, it's about time you got put in yer place." He looked smug as he heard the faint whimper of pleasure, before it was bit down on. Leonardo was not going to let Raphael know he was actually starting to like this. He could feel himself forced to submit to his red banded brother as his body gave in and relaxed to lessen the pain. His looser tailpucker was seen only as in invitation to plow his rear even harder. For the first time in years Leonardo felt like he was not in control of anything and for once did not have to be. He let Raphael take over entirely and a great sense of relief washed over his soul. For an instant, all the tension was gone, paradoxically enough in one of the most intense moments of his life. The arm of his strapping brother was holding his wrists against the wall over his head and forcing him to stretch out in a more helpless position while getting his poor rear hammered into oblivion. The wet smacks of groin meeting buttcheeks grew louder and faster. Raphael held his teenaged brother up against the wall, pressing his cheek against the cold tiles while outright molesting him from behind. He could feel the fluttering tailring of the other terrapin squeeze him in spite, forced to agonizingly stretch out around his plump turtledick while it jabbed up inside the tightest and most sacred place he could imagine. Leonardo was so glad that hand was gagging him, otherwise he would have begged for more, but now it just came out as unintelligible groans between the thick fingers. That fat cockhead of his brother kept pounding his prostate with relentless energy and while Raphael thought it was a good punishment, Leonardo just whimpered at feeling his own raging hard-on grind up against the cold shower wall. Even the shock of cold against his most sensitive bits could not discourage his full-blown erection. He was sorely reminded of the nature shows on TV with rams, bonobos, giraffes, bison and other species rutting each other in a show of dominance or stress relief. That's what this was, or felt like to him anyway. It had started out as way to put him in his place, a display of brawny masculinity and strength to establish a pecking order, but it quickly grew into a pure, unadulterated hunger that lost them both in the dirty pleasure of a good buttfuck. Raphael hrrred and took a step back, pulling Leonardo with him away from the wall and then forced him to bend over with his arm pushing Leonardo's head down. He put the weight of his own body on the blue turtle's shell to get him to comply. The bent over position allowed Raphael to push in deeper than before and he felt his shaft stiffen and his balls pull up close to his body at the feeling of Leonardo's stubby little tail being squeezed into his groin every time he took his angrier brother's huge boner between his smooth green buns. The turtle on the back had to bite his lip as his cock twitched hard and he came so copiously inside his brother's tight ass, painting his bowels with his thick seed. He continued to give the struggling teenturtle a hard ride, right through his own release, which filled him to the point where he could actually feel it overflow and run down over Leonardo's bottom before it was lost in the water flowing over both their bodies. Raphael suddenly yanked his shaft clear of Leonardo's ass, and the bulbous head tugging hard at the young turtle's tailhole from the inside made him feel his brother's beak open and try to bite down on the fingers that kept him muted. His other hand reached down to his cumming green dick and he milked himself over his brother's rump, absolutely loving the sight of his seed paint the older terrapin's sexy backside. His flow was still thick enough that it stuck for a few moments to the green skin before the shower could wash it away. As he tapered off he slowly lowered his hand away from the other turtle's mouth and saw him grit his teeth while panting for breath. The moment Leonardo opened those slits of his white eyes and looked like he was about to say something, he felt a hard *smack* against his rear by one of Raphael's hands and just *yelped!* out instead. "Remember what I said, swordboy. Pissing me off and leaving me out of the action ain't the best thing to do." He snarled and strongly pulled Leonardo up on his feet again before roughly shoving him forward, causing him to stumble and fall to his knees against the floor under the other shower head. He glared down at the other turtle as he cleaned off his slowly softening shaft in the shower. "I don't want to hear a word about this." He warned and then stepped out of the water towards the table. Leonardo looked up at him, still on his hands and knees in the shower and panting for breath when Raphael dried himself off with a few quick slaps of his towel. The red turtle was smiling smugly when he grabbed his gear in one scoop, and his cock was still hanging halfway out of his shell when he walked out the door without looking at Leonardo twice. Leonardo slowly got back up on his feet when the other had left, feeling a bit dizzy. His knees ached a bit from the fall, but the most overwhelming sensation was that of his tailpucker pulsing with every beat of his heart and hurting each time. He stood up and leaned back against the wall, his head swimming with conflicting emotions. He knew exactly what he *should* do. He should run out to Splinter and tell him how he had just been raped, regardless of his embarrassment about being overpowered by Raphael. And Raphael would be punished. More than any one of them before, his nuts would be roasted. There would be shouting. Everything in the family would change from that moment on. Leonardo felt so violated; the warm cum ran down the insides of his thighs from his sore tailpucker as a grim reminder. Yet, he was still so aroused that his balls were aching. He lifted his beak to look up at the drizzle of the shower head coming down on him, and he just grabbed his own hard cock, stroking it firmly and quickly picking up speed. "Damn you, Raph.." He whispered to himself and just jerked off harder. With his eyes closed he relived the moments from when he was first assaulted from behind, silenced with a hand while feeling the cold shower tiles press against his face, and then rocked back and forth by the rough thrusts his brother made. Leonardo felt his thick shaft twitch in his palm, the three thick fingers squeezing himself harder and harder. He leaned his shell back against the wall and reached down to his own rear, hesitating for only a moment before pushing a thick digit up into his own cum-filled butt. The sensation made him gasp and clench his tender ring around the finger that he pushed back and forth, all the while pretending it was a certain someone else. "Mmmm.. Raphael." He whimpered lightly, his fist moving in a blur of speed over his sizable reptile cock. After an almost shamelessly short time he gave in and felt his sore tailpucker contract hard around his finger as he shot his seed up his plastron in copious amounts. He curled up and bent over a bit more, biting his lips to try and keep quiet. Jet after thick jet splattered on his belly and he looked down just at his very peak to get a shot of jelly-like turtlespooge right across his beak. At this point there was nothing too naughty for his mind to handle and he just licked the glob off his cheek and swallowed it while the rest of his own release coated his chest.