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MICHELANGELO'S AWAKENING

by Duffin Caprous

duffin@bluefoxproject.com

Michelangelo knew he was in for it tonight. He could tell his brother, Raphael, was incredibly frustrated he did not get to “bust some heads" as he worded it. The orange-banded turtle made his way back with his brothers toward their sewer lair. He felt the metal cuffs around his wrists and ankles as well as the collar and…the chastity cage, all items he'd been wearing for weeks.

“Hey! Orange, pick up the damn pace," he heard Raph call out, taking him out of his thoughts.

“S…sorry, Master!" he replied, doubling his pace, almost jogging behind them. They soon arrived to the lair, laid out with a large living room sort of space with a couple of ratty couches, a TV, a pinball machine, some of Mikey's comics strewn about on the couch.

Raphael was obviously frustrated. He'd been grumbling the entire way back home, about how everything was too easy, how they were all getting soft because there hadn't been any action in over a week. He spotted the comics and growled out, “Orange, I told you to keep this place tidy!"

Leonardo and Donatello simply shook their heads, staying out of it for the moment. Donnie muttered about needing to work in his lab and Leonardo made his way to the dojo for some solo meditation. Michelangelo and Raphael, left alone, could feel the tension rising. Mikey could hear Raphael's tone and he shrank back a little.

“I…I'm sorry, Master, I…I was reading and then…we had patrol-“ he began to say, yelping as Raphael gripping the ring on the front of his collar, yanking him closer.

“I didn't ask for excuses, boy. Get that shit cleaned up and meet me in the dungeon. You have five minutes or it's going to get way worse for you," the hot-tempered turtle said ominously before releasing him and stomping off to the hallway.

Mikey trembled a bit as he stood there alone in the living room, but quickly went to the couch to grab his comics. Rapidly going to his room, the orange-banded turtle carefully put them away, knowing Raph would be even more upset if he saw them just thrown about in there instead. A few moments later, Mikey made his way to the dungeon.

The Dungeon, as they all called it, was really a side room in the sewer that Raph and Leo had cleared out to make way for a bondage bed, a sex swing, a set of wooden stocks that Leonardo had made, and a cabinet full of sex and bondage toys.

Standing there, his belt and sais gone, his mask tossed to the side and replaced with a leather hood, Raphael made an imposing and intimidating figure. He didn't even give Mikey a chance to say anything before the older turtle's strong hands gripped Michelangelo's shoulders and shoved down, forcing him to his knees. Mikey yelped softly, his knees hitting the floor, but at least he still had on his knee pads.

“No speaking. Get me hard and get your fuckin' mouth on my dick, slave," Raphael ordered, looking down at his slave expectantly.

A slight flush came across the kneeling turtle's face before he quickly leaned in, nuzzling at his brother's genital slit. He could tell his brother was already getting aroused, so it wouldn't take much, but he definitely didn't want to anger him further as he slid his tongue out, dragging it over the other turtle's cloaca, making Raph groan softly, his member already beginning to drop from his slit. Wasting no time, Mikey's lips immediately closed around Raphael's cock, letting it stiffen directly into his mouth, his brother's long seven inches of green turtle cock soon throbbing between his lips.

“That's it, good bitch. We're gonna work on your throating skills. Get that down your throat. Each time you gag, you're gettin' a crop swat, understand?" he asks, a hand resting right on Mikey's head, not even letting him pull back to respond. All the orange-masked turtle could do is nod his head and try to reply.

“Yes, Master," but it came out more as “Mmfs, Mmfftff…"

The reply made Raphael smirk before thrusting into Mikey's mouth further, wordlessly encouraging him to continue. Mikey had been struggling with deep throating since his slave training had begun, so Raphael was determined to fix that. Thrusting forward, that tip nudged the back of Mikey's throat, almost immediately making him gag around Raph, but he didn't hold back, wanting to impress his owner. Trying to relax, he felt that cock push into his throat again. He looked up submissively, seeing the intimidating turtle in the leather hood look down at him. Again, his throat convulsed, but not as bad that time. Michelangelo had begun to love the taste of his brother's cock…well, all of them, really, but Raph's was the first he'd had and he found the strong dominant flavor was his preferred.

“That's it, keep going," Raphael growled softly in pleasure as he drew back his hips, thrusting back into Mikey's throat, not really letting him get used to it, trying to push his limits. Mikey's hands gripped at his own toned thighs as he knelt on the floor, letting his brother fuck his mouth like that. Raph noticed and grunted, “Get your…hands behind your back."

Michelangelo blushed, but obeyed, his arms going behind his back, stretching some against his shell. The metal cuffs around his wrists suddenly stuck together as Raphael uttered the trigger word, ' wrist cuffs, magnetize.' Donatello had designed the cuffs, the chastity cage, and the collar, all overly engineered with a bunch of features most of them would never use, but that was Donnie for you.

Raphael did enjoy being able to easily keep Mikey's hands behind his back whenever he wanted, though, but now he simply gripped Mikey's head in both hands and begin to roughly force his cock in and out of his brother's throat. Mikey did not fair well, losing focus as Raphael did this, coughing and gagging multiple times around him, only adding to the punishment he was going to have to endure. After ten or so minutes of this rough treatment, Mikey had begin to figure out how to just keep his throat relaxed as Raphael's hips battered his nose, shoving the entire dick down his throat.

Raphael finally pulled back, gripping the base of his cock and lewdly whapping it across Mikey's cheeks, back and forth, chuckling, “Not too bad, but not great, slave. Tell me how many times you gagged and if you're correct, I'll halve the swats."

Feeling his heart beating faster at the prospect of saving himself from some of the punishment, he quickly replied, “Sev…seventeen times, Master," he replied confidently, half-expecting Raph to want him to keep track even without being told to. Seeing his brother smile always made Mikey feel good and this was no different.

“Good boy, that's right. So, we'll round up 9 swats. Ass and both thighs," he said gruffly, the smile disappearing.

Whining quietly, Mikey realized that in reality, that came out to quite a lot more than 9, but he said nothing. He felt Raphael's hand suddenly press his head down to the floor, Mikey's wrists still cuffed behind his back, his cute butt sticking up in the air now as Raph firmly ordered him to remain still.

Slowly walking around the bent over, presented turtle, Raphael spoke, “You did fairly well, but I expect you to be practicing with your dildo daily. How am I supposed to whore you out if you can't even suck dick like an expert?" he asked. Mikey remained silent, knowing better than to reply to the the rhetorical question from his brother. Raphael walked to the cabinet, opening it, and pulling out a leather riding crop, the leather tip at the end firm with a nice sting to it. He walked back over and added, “You count out each impact, Orange."

As the first swat stung across Mikey's bare ass, he cried out, “One, Master!"

Raphael's next impact stung across Mikey's left thigh, the submissive turtle calling out the next number. Raph then hit his other thigh, again Mikey calling it out. The crop was Mikey's least favorite because it hurt, but didn't have enough surface area to give that heated feeling that a paddle did.

As Raphael's punishment continued, Michelangelo thought back to how this all even began. It was weeks ago. As usual, Mikey was lounging on the couch, reading his comic books. They were haphazardly laying all over on the couch, on the floor. Raphael grumbled while he walked through the living room of the lair, carrying some items he'd picked up from a supply run.

“Little help, bro?" he asked angrily only for Mikey to ignore him, caught up in his own world of superheroes.

Clenching his jaw, Raphael had proceeded to put away the food and other supplies he'd picked up from his trip to the surface. He looked over at Mikey lounging on the couch, legs crossed, bouncing one of his feet with his head in a comic book. Raph wanted so badly to say something, but he held his tongue for once and went to do some strength training.

That night, however, was the last straw. Raphael was walking down the hallway toward his room and suddenly found himself stepping down right onto Mikey's skateboard which he'd left in the middle of the floor. Swinging his arms, Raphael looked very comical before one movement sent the board rolling forward while Raphael went back down with a grunt, landing on his shell.

“F…fuck! MIKEY!" he growled out, rolling to his stomach and pushing himself to his feet, his anger boiling over.

“What?" Mikey called from his room in a rather disinterested way, likely in his own world again.

Storming into the room, Raph saw his brother on his bed, “I just tripped over your damn skateboard, Mikey!"

“It's cool, Raph, you can move it," the orange-masked turtle replied dismissively with a wave of his hand, not looking up from his comic.

Steam could have come out of his ears, Raph was so upset. He growled out, “That's fuckin' IT!" he said, wrenching the comic from Mikey's hands.

“Hey!" Mikey said, only to be met with the sight of his infuriated brother.

“I've had enough of your selfish bullshit, Mikey. If Leo ain't gonna teach you discipline, guess I'll have to do it," he said and before Mikey could react, he found himself bent over his own bed, Raphael's hand suddenly swinging down to swat his ass.

“O-ow! Raph, what the h-hell!" he exclaimed only to be spanked again, feeling his brothers palm cracking his cheeks.

“Apologize," Raph growled out.

“O-ow, stop! For what?!" he exclaimed as another painful impact hit his butt.

“Apologize for being a selfish ass," Raphael said, his other hand gripping the back of Mikey's neck, keeping him firmly bent over the bed as he swatted his ass again.

“Raph, stop, you can't just-“ he began to say, suddenly wailing out at three rapid smacks to his ass, “Okay, okay, I'm sorry, okay?!"

With a huff, Raphael stopped, but held his brother in place. Seeing him like that suddenly…made the hot-headed turtle feel something in his loins. After a few moments, he replied, “No. No, it's not okay, actually. You've had this coming for a long time and I think…you need some long term training."

A few minutes later, he had Mikey on his knees sucking his cock. He'd kind of expected some sort of resistance or protest, but Michelangelo took to his brother's dick like he'd been waiting for it. Raphael had thought of asking if Mikey was acting like a brat to try to provoke this reaction, but…well, he wasn't going to look a gift blowjob in the mouth…or something.

Raphael had gotten more dominant toward Mikey, even going so far as to make him wear a collar during their sessions in Raphael's room. They'd been keeping it a secret from Leonardo and Donatello until one day, Raphael realized how into humiliation Michelangelo was and decided to push it further.

Sitting in the living room, Raphael looked to his brothers, Leo and Donnie, sitting on the other couch.

“Raph, I don't understand…" Leo said.

“It's simple. Mikey has a new outfit he wanted to show you, that's all," Raphael said and whistled to alert Mikey.

A few moments later, a very nervous and reluctant Michelangelo stepped from the hall and into the living room area. He was wearing a leather collar, wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs connected with chains. He stood there nervously, a bright blush on his cheeks.

The two uninitiated brother stared for a moment, trying to wrap their heads around what they were seeing before finally Leonardo spoke up, “What…is going on here?" he asked Mikey.

Raph spoke up for him, “Listen, we all know Mikey is an undisciplined, self-centered punk. I decided he needed to learn a lesson. In teaching that lesson, it turns out Mikey's a natural subby little bitch."

Donatello blinked, nearly dropping a device he was holding, looking to Raph, “You've been…"

“Training him to be the perfect obedient slave? Damn right I have," Raph finished for him.

“You can't just…make him a slave, Raph, what is wrong with you? I can't believe I had to even say-“ Leonardo began to say.

Raph held a hand up to silence him before looking to Mikey, “Who am I?"

Knowing what his expected response was to be after the past week or so of training, Mikey replied, “M…master Raphael."

“And who are you?"

“I am…Sl-slave Orange. Or…Orange for short, Master," Mikey replied, much to the shock of Leo and Donnie.

“And what is your purpose, Orange?" Raph asked.

Swallowing, Mikey replied, “To s…serve my Master and please him any way he wishes."

Stepping forward, Leo looked at Mikey, “This…this nuts. We're not turning our brother into…into a-“

“You want a blowjob? Orange, on your knees," Raph said, interrupting him. Words seemed to fail Leonardo, seeing his youngest brother dropping to his knees obediently. Much like Raphael, something stirred inside Leo seeing Mikey like this. It wasn't long before he was blowing his load into Mikey's mouth.

Raphael soon had Donatello involved as well, the super smart turtle being tasked with designing some restraints and something even more special for Raphael. Within a few days, Raphael lead Mikey into Donatello's lab, the purple-masked turtle standing there proudly as Raphael lead Mikey to a table where a set of metal rings were displayed.

“These, Orange, are your new permanent accessories," Raphael said, sending a tremble down Mikey's spine. In no time, Donatello had snapped the rings to his wrists and ankles, leaving Michelangelo cuffed.

“Yes, these are also voice activated," Donnie said proudly, “I even coded them to our voices so you can't get out, yourself, Mike, er….Orange," he said, still getting used to Mikey's new name. He looked to Raphael, “Simply say, 'wrist cuffs, magnetize' and they will!"

Raphael rolled his eyes slightly, “Yeah, yeah, cool, Donnie…what about the cage?"

Not catching Raph's dismissive response, Donnie grinned, “Oh! That was very difficult, but I think I figured out how to make it work with our…anatomy!"

Michelangelo looked in confusion, feeling the cuffs around his wrists and ankles. He glanced to Raph, “Cage?" he asked softly.

“Hush, boy," Raph replied simply as Donnie quickly went to retrieve the chastity device Raphael had demanded.

Donnie approached, revealing what he'd designed. It appeared to be a metal belt that a female might wear, but the cage itself was designed to go inside Mikey's cloaca, an external cage as well to keep his penis exposed without being able to get hard.

“W…what is…that?" Mikey asked, taking a step back nervously.

Raph's hand quickly gripped the back of his neck, “Hold it, Orange. Don't you move. This is for your own good. I already caught ya jerkin' it once when I told you not to. You can't be trusted. Donnie, put it on."

Donatello sank to his knees, smiling sympathetically up to Mikey, “Don't worry, I made sure it won't hurt at all, Orange," he said, wrapping the belt around the trembling turtle. The design kept his ass completely open an vulnerable. Mikey winced as Donnie spread his slit open to sink the internal part of the cage inside while fishing around, “Let yourself drop for me, Orange…" he said soothingly and Mikey could only blush as he allowed Donnie to guide his flaccid penis out and into the external cage. He gasped, feeling something at the base closing around his length and he realized he couldn't retract back inside, making him blush even further. It all clicked suddenly with an electronic whir and soon Mikey looked down to see his soft cock housed in a metal cage, making him whimper.

“Don't be a whiny bitch about it. You're the one who broke the rules and now you'll pay the consequences," Raph said.

Standing back up, Donnie looked to Raph, “I took the liberty of installing an electro feature into it. We can either shock painfully or pleasurably with a variety of patterns using this remote," he said, holding up the remote, making Mikey blush intensely.

“Cool, might be handy to keep him in line. And the collar?" Raph said finally.

“The collar, yes!" Donnie replied giddily, rushing off to get it. He soon returned with a matching collar. Before he could put it on, Raph held out a hand.

“Lemme do it, Don," he said and looked to Mikey, “Kneel, " and shakily, Michelangelo knelt on the floor of Donnie's lab, swallowing as he realized what was about to happen. Turning to his slave, Raphael held the collar in his hands, showing it to Mikey, “This is it. Once this collar goes on, you belong to us, Orange, our property, our bitch, no longer our brother, understand?"

Blushing brightly, Mikey could feel his cock trying to get hard, in vain, in the chastity cage as he heard Raph say that. Trembling, he replied softly, “Y…yes, Master Raphael…"

Nodding his head simply, Raph opened the collar and closed it around Mikey's neck. It clicked, locking around him.

“Wonderful! It has a GPS tracker inside it, so we'll always know where he is," Donnie said, again excited about his creation.

Once again, the hothead rolled his eyes, “Yeah, cool, Donnie."

***

“T…twenty s-seven, Master!" Mikey cried out, the last swat from the crop cracking hard across his ass, his green skin now more of a shade of purple. He sobbed softly, a little teary-eyed before Raph set the crop down and rubbed over that sore ass of his.

“There, good boy…you took that well. Hearin' ya cryin' out like that's got me all hot, though. Don't move, I'm fuckin' that ass next. You lubed up like you should be, Orange? I hope so," he said and soon Mikey felt his master kneeling behind him, nudging his knees further apart. Indeed, Mikey had done as he was trained an made sure his hole was nicely lubed up in case of them wanted to use him.

As Raph's stiff and thick green-skinned cock nudged Mikey's hole, he slid in easily, sinking completely into Mikey's ass as he groaned out, “Fuck, how are you still so tight, slut?" he asked, leaning forward to grip at Mikey's shell. Mikey moaned, himself, his cock throbbing in the cage, unable to stiffen. Raphael wasted no time in starting to fuck his slave, his former brother, Mikey's wrists still stuck behind his back, his face down on the floor of the dungeon. Grunting, Raphael's hips drew back before slamming back into Mikey, drawing a cry from him. Whether pain or pleasure, the hotheaded turtle didn't really care. He still had some aggression to work out. Groaning, Raphael shoved his cock into that hole over and over, his hips plapping against Mikey's upturned butt.

“Uhn…uhn…uhn…M-master, please…please…" Mikey moaned. He knew Raphael loved hearing him beg, but he also had grow to really love getting topped by his brothers.

“Yeah, beg for it, slave. Beg me to fill your hole," Raph growled out, fucking him harder.

“Please, M..master, please cum in me, please, let me please you!" Mikey moaned out, his face grinding against the floor a little as Raph's thrusts only got harder, pounding away at his slave's hole. Mikey could tell from the sounds Raphael was making that he was close. He clenched his hole around Raph. Soon, the leather hood-wearing turtle groaned out, slamming hard into Mikey, his cock twitching before firing his load deep into his former brother, cum filling him up.

“Fuuuuck, take it, bitch…." Raphael groaned, his fingers gripping at Mikey's shell tightly as he rode out his own pleasure without worrying much about Mikey's pleasure. He held himself inside of Mikey for a few moments before slowly pulling out to glance down. He quickly reached for a butt plug and without a word, sank it into Mikey's stretched hole, saying, “There ya go. Wouldn't want you to lose any, would we?"

“Nggg…N…no, Master…" Mikey replied with a bit of a blush on his cheeks.

Reaching down, Raphael swatted the orange-masked turtle's plugged rump and grunted, “Alright, time for bed. Go to your cage."

Hearing that made Mikey whine softly. He didn't really like being in the cage. He'd hoped that by being good, he might get to sleep in his bed tonight, but it was not to be. Looking to the small cage in the corner of the room, Michelangelo slowly crawled towards it. The cage was something Raph had designed himself with thick wood and rebar he'd found somewhere in the sewers. It was wide and long enough to fit Mikey inside, but only tall enough for him to remain completely on all fours, but bent completely over, as cramped as could be.

Raphael lifted the top of the lid and grunted for Mikey to get inside, which he did obediently. Feeling Raphael's hand on the back of his neck force his upper half all the way down made him whine, especially with the feeling of the plug in his ass. The top of the cage shut, Mikey's shell against the wood. The telltale click of the lock let Mikey know there was no escape for him that night.

“Night, bitch, see ya in the morning!" Raph said, leaving the slave turtle alone in the dungeon.

“G…good night, Master!" Mikey replied respectfully, trying to relax in the extremely cramped space.

“Wrist cuffs, magnetize. Ankle cuffs, magnetize," Donatello said firmly, the sound of Mikey's cuffs suddenly clinking as they stuck to the metal floor of Donnie's lab. Donatello grinned in triumph, still very proud of himself for designing these devices, particularly proud of the voice activation feature. Mikey could only remain on all fours now, hearing Donnie moving around behind him, working on something.

“Alright, Mik…Orange, I feel it's necessary that I help you be the best slave you can be. After all, if Raphael thinks you need more training, then you really need more training," he said, making Mikey cringe. They must have talked about Mikey's…poor performance the other night with Raphael.

Donatello began to wheel a machine around with a thick dildo attached to the end. It had a long pole and gears. It was very clearly a fucking machine that Donnie had designed. He was really enjoying how much engineering he was able to do involving this new…dynamic in the family. Drawing it right behind Mikey, he spread his former brother's cheeks, the tip nudging right against his hole. Flipping a switch, Mikey suddenly cried out as the slick dildo slid into his lubed-up ass, stretching him open.

“A-ah, M…master, it's…b-big!" Mikey cried out only for Donatello to ignore him, wheeling over another contraption. This one also had a dildo on one end, but it didn't seem to move. Crouching down, Donatello watched as Mikey's ass was pumped slowly by the machine.

He finally replied, “It is quite large, but that's what Raph requested, Orange. Now. This is a sex toy," he began even making Mikey roll his eyes despite being pumped by the machine, “It has electrodes embedded within. On my computer, I can measure how much of it is in your mouth. What I…want you to do is to practice sucking it like you would any of us. It will register whenever it's in your throat, you will get…the good shocks. Whenever you get too distracted and stop sucking, you'll get the bad shocks," he explained, moving the toy right in front of Mikey's face

Trying to make sure he understood the assignment, Mikey listened, his eyes widening. He didn't like the sound of good and bad shocks. Walking over to his computer, Donatello sat down. He'd also prepared something…for himself while he worked, a device that would slide up and down in time with Mikey's movements. Donnie was a bit excited to try it, having already dropped from his slit, his hand stroking himself to fullness as he sank his tip into the latex sleeve which gripped at him.

“Okay, begin," Donnie said, tapping a few keys on his keyboard. Mikey was already groaning from the feeling of the toy speeding up, fucking him faster. He yelped, suddenly feeling sharp pain along his extended cock displayed in the chastity cage. The strong buzzing hurt a lot and he wasted little time plunging his mouth down onto the dildo in front of him. As soon as he began to bob his head, the shocks stopped, the dildo in his ass continuing.

Donnie groaned from off to the side as Mikey's bobbing caused the masturbation toy to begin to slide up and down the genius' cock as well. Donnie got to work on some other projects as Mikey began his training, simultaneously pleasuring Donnie as well. It was a win-win, really. All the while, Mikey fought to keep from getting distracted as the thick dildo steadily pumped in and out of his ass. He tried to get as much of the cock into his mouth as he could, the latex not tasting nearly as good as a real one. As he forced the toy down his throat, he gagged, but also got a sudden spiraling buzz around his dick, this one quite pleasurable. His eyes widened, gagging again and pulling back reflexively only for the shocks to turn painful the second he'd pulled off. This lead to him quickly getting the toy back in his mouth, making him whimper at the crazy dual signals he was getting.

The toy kept thrusting in and out of the orange-masked turtle's ass relentlessly, stretching him there just as much as he was being trained to suck cock. He moaned around the toy, forcing it back into his throat where the electro cage came back to life. Mikey drooled down his chin, his moan cut off by the toy down his throat as he felt the electricity spiraling up and down his cock which tried in vain to stiffen in the cage. He could hear Donatello groaning from the side as he sucked on the dildo, the masturbation tube bouncing up and down on his throbbing turtle cock.

“That's it, Mikey…" he said and quickly corrected himself again, “Orange….that's…that's it, Orange, suck it…"

Hearing his former brother say that made Mikey try harder, relaxing his throat as he bobbed his head, even managing to ignore the toy plowing his hole to try to pleasure Donnie even from afar. His throat gripped at the toy, Mikey's eyelids fluttering a little bit even as the pleasure in his cock grew. It wasn't enough generally for him to cum, but it had been weeks since he'd gotten off, so…a stiff breeze could have probably set him off given the right circumstances. He tried to refocus, bobbing his head, sucking at the toy as the tube continued to glide up and down Donatello's dick.

Trying to focus on his work, Donatello looked over at Mikey on all fours, stuck to the floor as he was filled up from both ends. The scent itself made it impossible for Donnie to hold back. He groaned in pleasure, hands gripping at the desk as he humped into the tube, suddenly cumming into it, his seed filling the tip of the toy, captured for later. He gasped as Mikey kept going, the tube moving up and down his length further. He quickly disconnected the tube, breathing a little slower.

“Good…good boy, Orange…" he muttered softly, “Keep…keep up the training…" he said, trying to refocus on his work now that he'd gotten off. Maybe someday he'd actually cum in Orange for real. It still felt…odd doing this to their brother, but…both Raphael and Michelangelo seemed into it and Donnie was nothing if not a supportive brother.

Remaining on all fours, Michelangelo kept up his training, practicing his oral on the dildo while learning to bottom for long periods of time without needing a break. He wasn't even gagging much anymore, his throat thoroughly desensitized to having…items slide into it.

Looking around, Michelangelo was alone for once. He was often with at least one of his former brothers lately. Despite how often he was getting sex, he hadn't been able to cum in…what felt like months! In reality, it was probably a few weeks, but still, he was used to getting to cum whenever he wanted. Sitting in his room, he looked down at the chastity belt around his waist, looking at the locking mechanism. It was primarily electronic, a fingerprint scanner right on the front, but he had noticed there was a manual keyhole as well on the side, which was his one hope. Peeking out of the door, he heard Leo, Donnie, and Raphael talking patrol strategy in the main living area of the lair. He sat on his bed, looking down, a paperclip in his hand. He tried to make a lockpick by breaking it in half and got to work. The turtle had never picked a lock before, but how hard could it be, he wondered. He stuck the two pieces in, working the paperclip into the lock hole, trying to wiggle it around, desperate for any way for him to get to touch himself again. He felt the pins moving around and closed his eyes, trying to feel as my fingers awkwardly moved the two halves of the paperclip inside.

“Come on…" Mikey muttered to himself, biting his lip, keeping his eyes closed to focus. He could feel one of the pins lock in and he gasped, “Yes!" as he kept working.

The sudden feeling of a hand landing on his shoulder almost made Mikey throw up. The fingers gripped his shoulder hard and he almost comically slowly opened his eyes and tilted his back, seeing Raphael looking down at him with a face that basically told Mikey…he really fucked up this time.

“Orange…" Raphael began to say.

“Um…Master! I was just…uh…the…the cage was…was, um…it was loose, I was…was trying to…you know, secure it better--" Mikey tried to say only for Raphael's other hand to come down, clapping roughly over his mouth.

Leaning down, the red-banded turtle growled out, “Shut up. We both know what you were doing. Now you'll need to learn a lesson. Up," he said, gripping around Mikey's upper arm to drag him to his feet. Mikey trembled a bit with fear, unable to even try to beg for mercy as Raph used his strength to drag the younger turtle from his room and toward the dungeon.

With scrambling feet, Mikey looked to the corner where a cell had been set up some time ago. Originally, it was used to keep captured enemies secure. Now, it was used to punish and discipline Michelangelo. He struggled weakly, eyes wide as he saw a metal pole bolted to the floor, a thick dildo attached to the other end. Metal cross bars were also attached at foot level.

“Mas…master, please, I'm sorry, okay?" Mikey said, his mouth free as Raphael released him to tug his arms behind his back roughly.

“Wrist cuffs, magnetize," Raph said, the cuffs around Mikey's wrists immediately clinking together as he tugged Mikey over to the pole, “Don't talk, slave. This is for your own good," Raphael replied simply, “Ankle cuffs, magnetize," and as soon as he said, that, the cuffs clinked to the rounded ends of the cross bar, turning it effectively into a spreader bar keeping Mikey in place.

“Mas…master…Raphael, I won't do it anymore, I swe…swear!" Mikey said as Raph crouched down, beginning to work the pole upward, the dildo nudging between Mikey's cheeks. He was again glad that he'd at least followed standing orders to always be lubed. He could feel the thick toy sink up into his ass, making him cry out, spreading him open. It pushed deep into him, almost taking him up to his toes before Raphael locked it in place and took a step back. As he pleaded for mercy, Raphael wordlessly left the cell only to return with a ballgag, which the angry turtle firmly forced into his mouth, stretching his jaws before buckling it behind his head.

It was almost worse that Raph wasn't saying anything to him and Mikey jumped slightly as the cell door slammed shut, locking before the lights all shut off and Raphael's footsteps could be heard walking away, leaving Michelangelo alone in the room. He mmmmed into the ballgag, struggling and whining as the toy moved inside him. He had no idea what would happen next or how long he was going to be in there, but he was already feeling sore.

Hours later, the lights flipped back on. Mikey whined and tried to look behind him. He'd been facing the wall of the dungeon the entire time, unable to really move at all. He could hear Leonardo's voice behind him on the other side of the cell.

He sighed softly, “Orange…this is very disappointing. I can't believe you would go so far as to try to pick the lock. You should know Raphael is very angry. He wanted to keep you in here for days. I talked him down to simply leaving you in here overnight."

Gasping with wide eyes, Mikey listened to Leo speak. He whimpered quietly. Having to stay bound like this overnight was bad enough, but knowing how upset he'd made Raph was even worse. He mumbled into the ballgag, but nothing intelligible.

Continuing, Leo spoke, “We've also decided to disable to manual lock on your cage. You've shown you can't be trusted. Donnie will do that once your punishment is complete. Orange, you need to understand that you are responsible for your own actions. We can't be around you at all times and you must show you can be trusted to obey the rules even if we aren't around to see whether you do or not. It will take some time before you can be trusted fully again."

Tearing up, Mikey tried to apologize through the ballgag, his hole gripping at the dildo as each movement caused it to move inside him. He was already struggling to maintain this uncomfortable posture and the knowledge of having to remain here until morning left him thinking there was no way he could manage it.

“I know you are sorry, but being sorry is not enough," Leo said, getting the gist of what Mikey was trying to say, “Believe me when I say it will take a lot of effort on your part to get back into Raph's good graces. I'd suggest you think on that tonight. Goodnight."

And with that, his former brother was gone, leaving Michelangelo alone in the dark with his thoughts. The night was…difficult to say the least. His thoughts rushed through him and there were a few times when Mikey even managed to fall asleep for a few minutes while forced to stand there with the toy buried up inside him, but for the most part, he stared into the darkness trying to think of how to make this up to his masters and Raphael, in particular.

Standing with a determined look, Leonardo looked over Michelangelo as he knelt on the floor in the living room of their sewer lair. Straining, Mikey had his arm straight out to either side of his body, his palms upturned with a heavy book resting atop each hand. With his head back, he also have a book resting on his face. Whining softly, Michelangelo could hear Leonardo walking around him slowly.

“That's good, Orange. Maintain your focus. It is imperative that you focus on the tasks given despite and distractions which may befall you," Leo said, idly toying with a remote in his hand.

Mikey struggled, his arms out, already feeling like they were on fire. What made it all the worse was the vibrating egg Leonardo had pushed into his lubed-up hole. A moan slipped from Mikey's mouth, a book suddenly dropping to the floor as it falls from his left hand. Yelping out, Mikey immediately felt a painful shock hit his caged cock as Leonardo pressed one of the buttons on the remote.

“MMMM!" Mikey cried out, keeping his mouth closed, struggling to keep the book on his face. He blindly reached down, the painful shock pulsing on his cock and even in his cloaca a little before his fingers found the book, expertly flipping it up and upturning his palm again to catch it. The shock ended immediately once he'd reset his position.

“Good boy, you recovered much more quickly than last time," Leonardo said impassively, seeing the increasingly aching limbs shaking as Mikey is forced to strain further, “Now, squat position."

Those words filled Mikey with dread. Leo wanted him to move?! To get up and be in an even more stressful position? With a whimper, Mikey knew if he didn't try, it'd be more shocks anyway. Trying to steady is breathing and at least gathering some confidence in his own head, he flexed his toes, digging them into floor to push himself up and roll back, the egg beginning to pulse in his ass, making him cry out in pleasure, but even then, he was determined to maintain and only managed to wobble a little with with the book on his face.

Looking pleased, the leader smirked, “Very good, Orange…" he said, reaching down to the egg higher and Mikey blurted out a moan, up on his toes, squatting on the floor with his arms out. He wanted to cry, this was so hard, the submissive turtle whimpering out. He gasped, feeling a light kick to his shell, Leo adding, “Straighten your back, slave. Get your arms further out. Flat feet, not on your toes."

Whining into the book resting on his face, the orange-masked turtle struggled to follow the corrections, but managed to do so with only a bit of difficulty, his feet soon flat on the floor. Trembling, he felt the books nearly falling, but soon felt Leonardo removing the one on his face.

“Keep your eyes closed. Head up, mouth open, Orange," Leo's voice said simply.

With a bit of a whine, Mikey obeyed, keeping his eyes closed and opening his mouth only to immediately have his senses assaulted by his former brother's musk, the familiar taste of his cock entering his mouth. He knew what was expected and dreaded having suck him off while keeping this position. He began to bob his head on Leonardo's shaft, making Leo groan softly. As Leonardo looked down at his submissive former brother, he couldn't help but be even more turned on that Mikey had given up so much control to all of them. He didn't thrust his hips, just letting Michelangelo do all the work, sliding those lips up and down Leo's throbbing member. He could tell Mikey was straining and saw the right book beginning to fall. As it tumbled from Mikey's hand, he pressed the button on the remote to send constant shocks through his slave's cock. Mikey MMMMed into his dick as the pain set in, the vibrations in Mikey's ass adding to the intense sensation. He desperately searched for the book and for a moment, Leo thought of moving the book away, but he wasn't quite that cruel.

Mikey tried to focus on pleasuring his master with his mouth while finally finding the book and flipping it into the air to catch it once more, the painful shocks stopping immediately one it was back in place. He really wanted to end this as quickly as possible and doubled his motions, slurping and gagging lewdly on Leo's cock as he forced it down his throat. The orange-masked turtle had really gotten much better at deep-throating them, only gagging every once in awhile. Leonardo groaned softly above him, resisting the urge to assist by fucking Mikey's mouth.

“Getting….so close, slave…you want my cum?" Leonardo asked. Hearing him speak lewdly always made Mikey's heart flutter. There was something just…taboo about Leo speaking like that. All he could do was moan out a 'Mmmm hmmm' into Leo's dick as he struggled to hold up the books and remain squatting. His arms and thighs felt like they were going to fall off as he tried to focus on blowing Leonardo. He suddenly heard a louder groan and felt hands on his head as Leo thrust all of his cock down his throat. Mikey gagged, daring to open his eyes to look up to see his master's head back. The blue-masked turtle's cock throbbed in his throat before firing his load into Mikey's stomach directly. He heard Leo groan out, “That's…it…swallow it…."

Not that he had a choice, but Mikey would have done so anyway, knowing it was always expected of him unless otherwise commanded. He quickly closed his eyes again before Leonardo could notice he'd disobeyed and a moment later, his former brother's dick left his mouth. It was then that the next words hit his ears, making him whine out as Leonardo said, “Good, slave, very good. Just another hour and I'll give you a break."

“Guys, pizza's here!" Raph called out as he returned to the lair, a stack of pizza's in his hands. He made his way to the small kitchen, plopping them on a table. He could heard moans coming from the living room, recognizing them as coming from Donnie. He chuckled, “Slave, stop being a slut for five minutes and get our food ready."

Immediately, he heard a slurp, a murmured apology toward Donatello and then quick footfalls toward the kitchen. Mikey stood, face flushed as he said, “Yes, Master, sorry, Master," rushing to the cabinets to retrieve three plates. Almost reverently, he set them down on the table. There were only three chairs. It was quite some time since Mikey had a chair at the table. He returned and began to fill out glasses with water, setting them down as well. Soon enough, Donnie and Leonardo made their way into the kitchen. Donnie's cock was softening, but still dropped from his cloaca.

“Couldn't wait until I'd finished, Raph?" Donnie grumbled as he sat down.

“Nope!" Raphael replied with a smirk. Mikey finished setting the table and took a step back, dropped to his knees, his palms resting on his knees as he'd been trained to do.

Taking a seat, Leo looked over to his kneeling former brother a moment before looking back to Raphael, “He's been doing very well."

Sitting down, Raph grabbed a slice of pizza, taking a big bite, replying, “Yeah, pretty good," he said, high praise from Raphael. They all began to eat dinner as Michelangelo's mouth watered, watching them. He knew better than to ask if he could have some. He only ate when his masters decided.

“So, anything going on? See anything we need to worry about on the sensors or…on your computer?" Raph asked Donnie.

Shaking his head, the genius took another bite of pizza, “Nothing that I'm aware of, really. The Foot Clan have primarily been in chaos since Shredder's death."

Nodding his head, Raph picked up a new slice and took a bite before tossing it down toward the floor. It flopped into a metal dog bowl, “Eat, slave."

Blushing further, Michelangelo crawled across the floor toward the dog bowl, soon seeing a second slice plop into it, a few bites taken out as Leonardo adds to his dinner. He said softly, “Th…thank you, Masters…" before lowering his head into the bowl. He knew full well he wasn't allowed to use his hands to eat, his lips opening to eagerly begin eating the pizza in the bowl.

It was good, as usual. You can't beat pizza, but the humiliation of no longer getting to eat at the table made Mikey's cock strain in the cage a little. Sauce began to coat his face, his head in the bowl as he began to eat the offered pizza on all fours.

“So, I was thinkin'," Raph said, making Mikey perk up slightly, “Orange's been doin' pretty good. Maybe we oughta give him a reward for once."

Taking a bite of pizza, Donatello seemed to perk up as well. He was a bit of a softie at heart, “Ooh! I'm sure he'd like that!"

Raphael glanced down at the turtle on all fours, sauce covering his face at this point, “Mmm hmm…would you like a reward, boy?"

“Mmm hmm!" Mikey replied excitedly with a mouthful of pizza. He swallowed quickly and replied respectfully, “Yes…yes, Master Raphael, if…if you think I…deserve one!"

Chuckling, Raphael reached down to pat his head, “Such a good obedient slave you've become," This comment made Michelangelo blush brightly. He had, indeed, changed quite a lot in the past month or two. Hearing Raphael's chair push across the floor, Mikey perked up excitedly as Raph says, “Alright, crawl to the dungeon."

Eagerly crawling on all fours, Michelangelo was blushing a little bit, hearing the others get up as well, following behind. The orange-masked turtle had no idea what Raph had planned, but the mention of a reward made him quite the excited slave. In the room, Mikey knelt on the floor as Raph walked in past him, gesturing for Leo to help him wheel over a table. From what Michelangelo could see, the table was wooden and had wooden stocks for his wrists and neck on one end and his ankles and butt on the other.

With a grunt, Raphael approached the slave turtle, tugging him up by his collar, saying, “On the table, Orange."

Awkwardly getting on the table, he shuffled, his butt cupped in the lower half-circle hole, his ankles resting on the two top half circles, keeping his legs elevated, the cuffs fitting perfectly. His neck rested within the half circle near the head of the table and felt Leo pulling his wrists up as well, slipping them into the two half circles near his head. Soon enough, the upper halves of the two stocks came down, locking the turtle in place. Feeling their hands all over his torso, Mikey blushed, unable to see much or move at all. To add to it, Raphael issued the voice command to magnetize the cuffs, which made him even more stuck in place.

“Wow, this is quite the…contraption, Raph," Donnie said, impressed with what Raphael had built.

“Heh, well, what better way to use our toy?" Raph replied, running his hand over Mikey's stomach, feeling over his softer plastron. Feeling them touching him like this made Mikey tremble with excitement. Normally his masters just used him for their own pleasure, but they were feeling him over. Donnie's hand even drifted down, feeling over Mikey's chastity belt, making the turtle moan softly in excitement.

“Aw, listen to him…" Donnie teased as Raph made his way around, his hand sharply slapping the exposed and vulnerable ass of Mikey, making the orange-masked turtle yelp out suddenly.

Chuckling, Raphael replied, “Mmm…such noises…"

Feeling hands on his face, Mikey opened his eyes with a blush, seeing Leonardo standing there, aroused, his familiar cock lowering to rest on Mikey's face. He said, “So…if you haven't realized yet…your reward is…we're going to use your holes until we're satisfied."

Trembling, Michelangelo looked up at his former brother's throbbing turtle member, “Oh g…god, yes, Master Leonardo…" he said with excitement, his own member straining in vain within the chastity cage. He could feel Raphael's fingers suddenly sliding into his lubed-up ass, a moan flowing out which immediately is muffled as Leo pushes his cock into his mouth.

“Mmm…that's it, Leo," Raph encouraged him as he slid his fingers into Mikey's trained hole, “Good boy, lubed up like you should be…" he said, feeling his cock dropping from his slit, already seeing Leo wasting no time in making use of Michelangelo's mouth. Mikey, to his own credit of training, immediately began sucking and slurping at the leader's cock, moaning out around it as he felt Raphael sliding a second finger into him. I breathed a bit faster, Donnie's hands stroking over his plastron, waiting his turn.

“It does appear Orange is…enjoying himself. Trying quite hard to become erect," Donatello teased as Raphael fingered Mikey's ass.

“Heh, trying and failing," Raphael replied, smacking the Mikey's butt once more, feeling his hole clench around his fingers as Leonardo gripped at the handles screwed into the side of the stocks, his hips smoothly just starting to fuck Mikey's mouth.

Leo groaned softly, looking down and seeing Mikey eagerly sucking at his cock like that. He couldn't believe how much this entire thing had progressed. He couldn't even really consider going back to the way things were at this point, even if this was all quite unconventional.

“Can't fuckin' wait any more," Raph announced, tugging his fingers from Mikey's hole before stepping up, his thick throbbing cock grinding between those spread cheeks, “Beg for it, slave."

“Mmmmlsss…mlsss Mffftr!" Mikey tried to plead around Leonardo's cock. He could feel his excitement growing more and moaned into Leo's dick as Raphael pushed into him. At this point, Michelangelo didn't really have a need for preparation. He'd been trained to take every one of them, but this is the first time all three of his masters were using him at the same time.

“Wow, this is…arousing…" Donatello said, still just watching as Raph and Leo took Mikey from both ends with Mikey unable to move whatsoever even if he wanted to. Their hips began to rock, fucking the orange-masked turtle with alternating thrusts so there was also a cock go into Mikey while another was drawing back, like a piston.

Moaning and adding vibrations into Leo's cock, Mikey was in heaven being taken like this, feeling Raphael's cock sliding deep into him. The turtle's toes curled a little as he was taken both ways, his own cock softening in the cage with a natural reaction to him bottoming.

“F…fuck…how are you still so tight, slut?" Raphael asked, feeling his former brother's hole gripping him like that. He slammed his hips forward, looking down to watch his dick disappear into Mikey's ass over and over.

“Just…ngg….goes to show he was born for this, I guess…" Leo replied, a hand gripping at Mikey's head to tilt his head back more, getting a better angle to sink right down the enslaved turtle's throat. Mikey gagged, but not nearly as much as he used to, mostly able to deep throat just fine.

“F…fuck…Donnie, you…want a turn here?" Leo asked, finally pulling back, letting Mikey get deeper breaths. The genius found his cheeks blushing slightly at the question. He was still sort of getting used to this arrangement and using Mikey with his other brothers was a wholly new experience for him.

“Uhm…sure," he said, walking around toward Mikey's head. The moans coming from Mikey as Raph fucked his ass made it clear that the orange-masked turtle was loving this treatment, just getting to lie there and take whatever was given. Donnie's long slender cock was quite hard at this point, having been watching. He stepped forward, feeding his length to Mikey, letting out a moan at his eagerness.

Once again, Mikey was filled from both ends and Raph's breathing began to get more ragged as he announced, “F…fuck, I'm gonna cum…" and then seconds later, he slammed his cock as far into Mikey as he could, his seed flooding the slave's hole. He growled out, smacking Mikey's ass to make his hole clench more, “F…fuck, take it, bitch…"

Huffing, Raphael kept himself buried inside of Mikey for a few moments before slowly drawing out. Looking down, he saw his jizz leaking from the stretched hole of his slave.

“I want next," Leonardo announced, walking around, his green hand stroking at his member as he sidled up to Mikey's trapped legs. Sinking in, he groaned and Mikey moaned again around Donatello's shaft as he felt the leader taking him now. Donatello looked down, feeling the occasional gags as he pushed down Mikey's throat. The orange-masked turtle was loving all of this, being used was his place now. He could hear Leonardo grunting softly and groaning as he began to thrust into Michelangelo. His cock slid in and out of Michelangelo's tight hole, feeling Raphael's cum lubing him up even more. After such an eager blowjob, Leo knew he wasn't going to last all that long.

“Heh, already gonna cum, Fearless?" Raphael teased Leonardo.

“Nng…sh-shut up, you didn't last long either…" Leo replied, his hips beginning to lewdly plap against Michelangelo's ass, looking down to watch it continually disappear into their slave's ass.

All the while, Donatello just casually slid his cock in and out of Michelangelo's slurping and sucking mouth, knowing his turn would be soon. He watched across Michelangelo's body as Leo grunted and huffed, now trying to hold himself back so as to at least last as long as Raphael did before losing control. He didn't even announce he was close or cumming. He trembled, thrusts becoming erratic before he groaned deeply, slamming in, his cock throbbing as a second load was added to Michelangelo's ass. He huffed, keeping himself buried deep inside Mikey. Slowly drawing out a few moments later, he could see a new mixture of his and Raph's spunk leaking out. He groaned, “D…donnie, go on…"

Not needing to be told twice, soon Donnie was buried inside his former brother, his excitement making him lose control as he began to roughly pound Mikey, making the party dude cry out desperately, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through him. Donnie pulled a remote from his belt, “O…orange, we talked and decided you…deserve more of a reward for being…nnnng….such a good boy, so…" he said, pressing a button to suddenly send a spiral of pleasure through Mikey's cock. He gasped, the electro feature of the chastity cage suddenly hitting him hard.

“A-ahh! M…masters!" Mikey moaned out, pulling reflexively at the stocks keeping him trapped in place. He felt Donatello pounding his ass harder, the nerdy genius losing self control to just enjoy his slave. Mikey moaned out again, the electric feeling pulsing and whirling around his trapped cock, making him try in vain to get hard, straining within.

It didn't take long before Donatello found himself getting closer and closer to adding yet another load to Mikey's hole. Raphael and Leo stood to either side, their hands stroking over Mikey's torso.

“Mmm…feel good, slut?" Raphael asked.

“Ye…yes, Master R…Raphael!" Mikey moaned out, his cage throbbing as each pulse of electro hitting him, driving him closer and closer to the edge. He couldn't believe it would feel this good or that he could potentially get off this way.

Donatello groaned out, suddenly thrusting firmly into Mikey and soon his cum was being added to the lewd mixture inside the slave turtle. Feeling it almost sent Mikey over, but he knew better than to cum without having permission and did everything he could do hold himself back.

“Mmm…getting close?" Leonardo asked him and Mikey had to just nod his head, biting his lips hard, “Yeah? You want to cum, Orange?"

Gasping, Mikey's eyes widened, “Oh g…god, Master, please! Please, if…if you…w-want me to, yes!"

He bit his lip hard, trembling as Donatello held himself inside his ass. He could hear Raphael chuckle, but couldn't see the look between him and Leonardo before Raphael's voice whispered in his ear.

“Cum, boy," Raphael said simply.

Within milliseconds, Michelangelo felt the electro jolt around his cock and his mouth opened wide as he cried out in a near silent scream, the pleasure lancing through his cock. It was almost slow motion as the orgasm ripped through his poor disused dick. Each pulse of electro forced a huge jet of cum from the turtle's caged tip, nearly fountaining up to splatter down onto his cage and plastron.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh OOOHHHHHHH!" Mikey wailed out, having not cum in over a month or two at this point. His hole clenched around Donatello's cock as the electro milked his internal testicles of all that built-up seed.

Laughing, Raph said, “Whoa, look at that geyser!"

Whistling, Leo looked impressed.

With wide eyed, Donatello felt the clenching and said, “Could I…save some of that for…you know, scientific purposes?"

Once completely spent, Donatello stopped the electro via the remote and groaned as he slowly, finally pulled out of Mikey's ass. All three brothers looked over the aftermath. Raphael reached for a butt plug and firmly pushed it up into Mikey's hole, making the orange-masked turtle yelp out as it suddenly popped inside.

“Thank…thank…thank you, Masters…thank you for u…using me, Masters," Mikey said as he'd been trained, “Thank you for al…allowing me to…to orgasm…"

Chuckling, Raphael replied, “Don't get used to it, boy. None of this is about your pleasure. It's about you learning your place and serving us. Never forget that."

Still trying to catch his breath, Mikey nodded his head, still trapped in the stocks, “Ye…yes, I…I will remember, Master…"

With a soft groan, Raphael said, “Fuck, I'm hungry again. Shall we?" he suggested, gesturing with his thumb. The others nodded, heading back out of the dungeon. Raphael leaned in, “Sweet dreams, slave," he said before walking away. The lights shut off and Mikey immediately realized he was not going to be unrestrained that night. With a whimper, he struggled weakly, testing the wooden stocks to find Raphael is quite the crafts turtle. They barely moved on the table. He could hear his former brothers laughing in the kitchen, talking about him, about other things. He knew he would be sore all over in the morning, but it was all worth it in service of his brothers, especially Raphael. He had indeed come to realize he needed this. He needed to learn to respect himself and his brothers by becoming their property. He'd come to accept that he was likely never getting the cage off and that was okay, because his owners wanted it that way. He had no use for his dick anyway. Soon, he could hear his owners making their way to their separate rooms, lights shutting off and silence soon filled the lair. Mikey could feel the plug in his ass still, his own cum drying all over his plastron and everything felt right. Soon, he was drifting to sleep, himself.