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“And remember, my sons, do not expose yourselves to unnecessary danger. Never underestimate an enemy.”

“They’ll regret coming back! It’s our turf. It’s already stinky with Raph’s breath; no need to add the Foot’s smell!”

Again, a grunt and a few laughter came from the four turtles stuck in a brawl. They fought, quibbled, and exchanged punches, but it was never to hurt one another. It was… Good-natured. And they wouldn’t dare to break the bond between them. At least, that’s why he hoped as he remained by the door leading to his Dojo. Michelangelo, Raphael, Donatello, and Leonardo. They were his sons, against all the circumstances… And each time he saw them leave, he always had his heart clenching as well as a hint of frustration appearing in his heart. A loss he couldn’t get over as he turned and twisted, his naked tail swaying while he turned away and opened the door.

His sons were gone, and the lair was silent except for Donatello’s constantly droning machines. He was almost glad to have them present as he continued through the empty dojo, his purple robe dragging behind him. He turned his snout in one direction, then another, sniffing the air. Yes, they were away. There remained only the smell of sandalwood, dust, and refuse... and something more as he approached the altar.

For a moment, he approached and looked at the photo by it. One of his sons with him: Raphael and him. Yet, there was his face: a face he recognized with that brown fur except for his jaw, white, and the masking over his face. The stern face, the brown eyes, and the long beard he kept growing. By reflex, he brought a hand to his whiskers, watching how his right side missed one while the picture showed them all there.

But as he was reminded of his difference, he chuckled and pressed against one button under the vase on the altar. A lock opened, and a hot waft stroked Splinter’s nostrils as he smiled, showing his teeth. He passed the hidden door within his Dojo and disappeared, descending the stairs.

The room deep down, way below the lair, was musty, warm, and musky.

He took a deep breath as he approached the center, feeling the cold tiles and the drain beneath his cold feet as he reached out and undid the strap he had placed but a few hours ago.

There was a few sputtering, a growl, a moan… And finally words, coarse.

“It took you long enough, Sliver,” were the words that welcomed him, though he didn’t mind them and offered his “partner” to drink.

Sliver. That was his name, although everyone called him Splinter. Master Splinter. The name of his double that was currently hanging from the ceiling, bound and attached no different than ham. Stripped naked, the Rat’s firm and lean body was perfectly exposed with those arms attached to his back and bent knees. An incredible sight, would even Sliver add, as he passed a hand over his Partner’s chest. He stroked it, even brushed the nipples pinched by pegs, the round belly bulging from the toy deeply inserted within Splinter’s ass. As well as the erect cock, a rod firmly inserted within and weighed by a small ball at the tip. Much smaller than those enormous weights pulling Splinter’s scrotum down. An evidently excited Splinter.

With a smile, Sliver removed one peg and bit the reddened and erect nipple, nibbling it and making his double feel the pressure of those serrated teeth against the soft flesh. Followed then… A moan. Deep, heartfelt, exciting. Then, as soon as he got it, he gave the nub a tender lick before putting the peg back.

“Our sons had to be reminded. They can’t underestimate the Foot clan. It’d be stupid of them, and their loss. I can’t accept that.”

“Hrmph… Were you gentle? You know it is my time to take care of them,” said Splinter, his eyes kept hidden behind the blindfold. He had no way to get out on his own; Sliver was confident as he knew himself. But there was no purpose in antagonizing his “host”.

“Yes, I was a big softie. ‘Didn’t hurt them. I followed your request,” continued Sliver, breathing right against Splinter’s cock. “I care about them as much as you.”

If not more. Splinter had never done a deal with a time demon to attempt to resurrect his sons, only to be betrayed. Never had Splinter experienced the regrets and the failure as a father. But somehow, through circumstances and Splinter’s willingness, Sliver had a second chance. One he wouldn’t waste. One exciting chance in which he had a partner to help him… And a partner he could share his desires with.

Without a thought, Sliver leaned and deposited a kiss upon Splinter’s cock. He felt the pulse and the vibration, the excitation coursing within. He kissed it more, feeling the precum and sweat all over that salty organ. His host moaned, his mouth dripping with drool. And he spoke.

“I am... so full. I feel I will burst, soon,” said Splinter. “Will burst” was a sign that he needed a push. Maybe more than a single push. A thought coursed through Sliver’s brain as he undid the attaches individually. He unhooked Splinter, undid the attaches on the arms and legs, and unbent them, but didn’t remove the weights… Nor the blindfold. He smiled, watching how… Willing his counterpart was; docile, too. He leaned and kissed the top of that snout while he finally removed the balls weight, but again, not the sound. Not yet.

“On your back. Ass up and lifted, legs spread,” Sliver ordered. He watched Splinter’s agape mouth, but the Rat followed and walked up to a dirty mattress in a corner. Naked as he was, he merely had to roll back, spread his legs, and use his weak hands to support his back until his posterior was indeed lifted. Not perfectly, especially not with the toy still wedged in that ass; Sliver had a position in mind, but still, he stepped aside.

That little room was their dungeon, their playpen. It had everything they needed, including a fridge, water, and enough toys to please them, as well as lube and drugs, just in case. He breathed and undid his belt until his entire robe dropped, revealing… Well. He looked no different than his host: tall, lean, with dry muscles. But where Splinter’s nipples were bare, he had them pierced with silver barbells. While Splinter’s chest was bare, cords had been bound around his torso and legs, binding and limiting his movement. He could easily be grabbed… Or hooked with those.

And where Splinter’s cock was erect and bare, except for the rod within… His cock was kept in a tight silvery cage. So tight, only his cockhead was visible above his swollen and massive testicles. He looked at it, watching the precum drip from his excited caged cock, to the point it was starting to hurt. It was exciting, and he turned. He twisted after having grabbed more lube and one toy.

“I’ll prepare you for tonight,” said Sliver with a grin as he put the toy beside the mattress while he checked for Splinter’s dildo wedged within. One that was typically human, with a small motor he had kept at a low level to ensure Splinter would be excited and needy for tonight. He laughed, chuckled… And started to pull it out… Slowly.

“Tonight? He wants… me tonight?”

“Oh yes, your big Croc’ wants you all for himself, a long date,” Sliver answered.

In the end, with a wet plop, Splinter’s hole opened and gaped. It seemed there would be no need for lubricant on that hole. Nonetheless, Sliver checked it by planting an index inside Splinter’s hole and pulling on it despite the moans. The rim was soft, supple, and flexible. He tugged towards himself until Splinter moaned one word, and it stopped.

“If… If you leave me sore, I won’t-“ moaned Splinter, his muzzle entirely caked with sweat and saliva. He tried to argue, only to be cut when something wide… Long. And heavy pressed against his hole.

“I won’t wreck you. You know the big man. It’ll take you longer than needed without preparation,” Sliver retorted.

He had no experience with Leatherhead. But from Splinter’s details, the Crocodile was a monster below the waist. And a beast in the sheet. So… He had no choice but to prepare his counterpart if he wanted him to be comfortable. Slowly, he forced that thick human-liked cockhead within Splinter. He pressed, forced the length within. He watched his counterpart gasp and moan… Yet, he forced more and more until the delineated limit was… Right by the hole. By Splinter’s hole.

“I am… Full,” moaned the Rat. Indeed, he was full; his lean belly bulged from within. That cockhead was so wide it managed to show through. A cockhead Sliver tested before he nodded and grabbed the bottle of lubricant he popped open.

“We’ll be. Maybe you should tell your boyfriend about us,” said Sliver, slathering the cold liquid over his palm before he reached for his ass and… Found it needy.

He hadn’t been properly taken in the last few days, and his ass, too, relished the abuse. He moaned, feeling his fingers tenderly pushing his rim and stretching it.

He wasn’t tight, nor loose. His hole was flexible to the touch, and he remained apt in clenching it, keeping it closed and tight even on the worst occasion. He grumbled, sighed, tensed a bit when a cautious index rushed for his over-swollen prostate. He found the spot warm, swollen… And with a push, a little jet of precum dropped from his caged cock as he sighed.

“Are you pleasuring yourself?” asked Splinter, his voice questioning but not judging.

“’Relieving the pressure and testing the water,” confirmed Sliver, using another digit to tug on his rim… Yes, he was sufficiently prepared.

His fingers popped free, followed by a slather of cheap lubricant as he smiled and watched Splinter’s covered face. On every occasion, the old Master remained stoic and cold. Not at that moment, not with that dildo deeply wedged within.

Not… When Sliver grabbed the other side and, through contortion, started to force the fake cocktip within. He grumbled when that “thing”, almost as big as a fist, slid within him; no different than Splinter and his moans.

“Hrmphhh… Yeah. It’s good to be back.” Grumbled Sliver, his throat outstretching while his legs trembled from the tender sensation.

Inch per inch was the cocktip slipping within. Inch per inch, he enjoyed his rim widening and stretching from the sudden pressure. His tender asshole wasn’t so dark anymore, and as it thinned, it became rosy. It became clearer… It became beautiful to the eyes, ravishing even. It started to burn, too, but this was a mere detail for Sliver as he pushed more. The wide end started to nudge and brush his prostate, titillating it much to his desire… And his caged cock, which strained under the steel.

“Hrmphh. Good,” he groaned, for himself as a confirmation for Splinter. His cock strained, and the steel bit into it. The pleasure grew in Sliver’s body and mind, his throat tightening while he experienced the growing tension in his gut… And a bulge, as the last inches were slipping in.

“Why… Are you so willful on revealing our secrets to them?” suddenly prompted Splinter through heaves, interrupting Sliver in his track. He stopped, blinked… And then sighed, his tail wagging behind him while he forced the last inches and… had that fake cock bulging from below, like his counterpart.

“To make it spicy and kinky,” retorted Sliver with a groan, his tail narrowly gripping and coiling with Splinter’s.

“Or to possess them both.”

“Not… So wrong,” confirmed Sliver with a defiant grin, one that was for himself while his Host remained solemn. “Jealous?”

“No. But this is not our agreement.”

“True. But if we both agree,” started Sliver, gripping the middle of the two-ended dildo, feeling his fingers brush the median ring. “We can change it.”

As he lowered his gaze on Splinter and noted that clenched jaw, Sliver knew he had hit a nerve. And not only that lovely spot of a love he nudged as he moved up, dragging along the dildo which slipped from both holes… Or as he shook his hips, changing the dildo’s angle inside them.

He smiled, feeling the fullness invade him entirely before he slipped down… And with it, ensured both ends were equally forced, equally distributed, equally hitting their inner walls like battering rams.

He smiled again, his teeth glistening from saliva under the poor lamplight, sweat caking his fur as he rode on.

“No,” was Splinter’s raspy answer. The graying Rat was still a wreck, and his cock, hard as steel, kept pushing and smearing his face with precum. But his stoicism remained. Even with his eyes covered, he turned towards Sliver and shook his head.

“No, we will not,” he said in a raspy voice marred by heaving. “I… Will stay with Leatherhead and you… With whoever you desire.”

“As… You wish,” answered Sliver through gritted teeth as his movements quickened.

If the discussion was closed, there was no reason to take it slow and ensure Splinter could answer. With a chuckle and a sigh, the Rat lifted his hips and dragged along the massive dildo deeply inserted. For a moment, the median part, glistening with lubricant, could be seen between the two.

For a second, Sliver was on his toe-tips, in an arduous balance. His legs were tensed, his thighs widening from the tension. His buttcheeks clenched though nothing halted the dildo from slipping out. Then, as enough was slipping away, enough had gone away… Sliver lowered his hips. He grunted from the sudden force he applied, his posterior smacking with Splinter. He growled, feeling his cock push and be bitten by his steel cage… yet, bit his lips from the sudden pleasure he experienced: he had trained himself from it, from cumming hands-free.

And he was about to.

No different than Splinter, no different than his counterpart whose moans were rising and going higher. That voice, stoic, broke into a concert of little whines as that cock was going redder and was on the verge of explosion.

“A few more?” asked Sliver, his voice coarse as he lifted his hips… Their posteriors were separated, their genitals away… As with a pull, he saw a fat glob of precum drip from his counterpart’s cock despite the fat rod firmly lodged… A fat round orb that formed at the cocktip before it dripped and… Fell right into Splinter’s mouth.

Splinter who… Nodded.

“Good,” answered Sliver, his voice suppurating a rogue attitude as he lifted again and again, his hips going higher this time… But not too much to allow the dildo to bend out of shape. He was… At the limit. But not pushing through it. And then. He lowered his ass, smacked them together, and smashed that Dildo right into their assholes.

Below, his counterpart whined more, and a few globs dripped through into that mouth and muzzle.

Above, he was hard like steel, and his cock hadn’t stopped dripping like a faucet, his testicles heavier by the second.

His breathing turned raspy, too, but he didn’t belay the pleasure nor the desire for release. His muscles were tense, acting like wood. He had to force and bend to get it to act. So, he forced them while his legs lifted again. He grumbled, moaned… Then… As the dildo slipped from his exhausted rim and only his hand kept the fair balance between Splinter and Sliver… He smiled.

“Another…” he said, watching the quiver in Splinter’s jaw.

He dropped. The dildo dropped and hit Splinter’s asshole as much as Sliver. A whine from the former, a huff from the latter. But both experienced the same electric and tempting pleasure that coursed through their groin, their hips, their spine, their brain.

For Sliver, he managed to keep it controlled by biting his tongue, even going as far as feeling the iron taste across his papillae. But… he… Endured.

But Splinter? He cried and moaned, his freed digits drawing traces in the old mattress and ruining it, much like the last few ones. He cried while cum oozed from around the sounding rod within… Then, through pressure, said rod dropped and fell near Splinter’s face… All the while, his semen ran free, going all over that chest, face, and that mattress. He cried while those jets drew white musky lines all over him.

Jets and lines joined by Sliver’s.

He, too, ejaculated. Not with one orgasm as powerful and long-reaching. But through his position, his jets went further than Splinter… But not in the same direction. It was a shame; it would have been lovely for Sliver to repaint Splinter’s face in white.

Instead, he relaxed. His hole, his legs, his arms over his chest relaxed. He exhaled and inspired through short breaths, trying not to force against the pressure that swarmed his guts. He smiled to himself, his eyes half-closing while the orgasm abated and… Yes, remained nothing of it. Yet, instead, there was relief for the old rat. The old rats.

Even Splinter's fingers moved from his backside. There was a faint shuffle, though Sliver kept his posture despite the lack of support from Splinter’s side. And then, he turned at his counterpart, who had already peeled his blindfold away, gazing back at him.

“I will prepare you for a night in the dungeon. Do you have any requests?” Splinter asked, finishing removing the blindfold until his ears wagged from the released tension.

A question to which Sliver answered by suddenly pulling away: dildo and his presence back. His testicles were still aching with need, the same as his cock. He needed a little moment for himself, too.

“Hmmm… I’ll take a vibrator, strapped before the TV. I wanna have something to keep me occupied,” chuckled Sliver, unashamed, as he slipped the dildo away… Getting ready for a long night while his counterpart would enjoy a date.