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Draconicon's Rule 34 Harem Chapter 2: Family Submission Sponsored by Sanmer By Draconicon

Raphael knew what a wet dream was. He'd had many of them since he reached his teenage years, and he'd had several more even after he discovered the joys of jerking off, usually when Splinter or the rest of his brothers kept him from having the privacy to get off properly. They were usually weird, often kinky, and always involved him waking up with a belly covered in cum at the end of it.

Messy as that was, he would have preferred that to what he was going through now.

The turtle groaned as he was suspended in his dream, his nine-inch cock nearly double the length that it had once been and throbbing, swelling, pulsing constantly. He could feel himself floating off the ground, and worse, he could feel the touch of the dragon that had cursed him, feel those scaly fingers rubbing along the bottom of his feet, the white eyes of the predator staring down at him as he throbbed harder and harder, forced to ooze, to drip as the magic spell milked his dick.

He grunted, twisted his head from side to side, panted for breath in a desperate attempt to catch what had been lost. His eyes were rolled back in his head, his hips humped up against the teasing patterns of the dragon's magic, but nothing he did was enough to get him off.

"Submit," the dragon's voice whispered to him. "Submit to me, and you'll be the one in charge."

The vision shifted, going from him being suspended, floating on his back, to being hung by his arms and facing down. He could see Leo, Mike, and Don all there, tied up with their arms behind their back, their cocks forced forward in the same way that his was, all of them gasping for breath.

It got better and worse at the same time as some phantom that looked like him went from one brother to another. It forced its cock, the biggest of the bunch, down Mike's throat, forcing the youngest and most immature of his brothers to suck him off. It went to Don, pushing the egghead down and fucking his ass, using that tight little green pucker for what it was meant for.

And when it got to Leo...stuffy, annoying Leo...

Raph grunted in the dream as he watched his oldest brother bow to him, sucking on his toes, moving from one to the other and back again. The sight of the blue-banded turtle sucking on his toes, licking the gap between them, worshiping his foot was intensely...tempting, for all that he had been fighting against the dragon's power.

The phantom was joined by the black dragon, a hand on his ass, a finger sliding between the cheeks. Raphael grunted as he felt that same pressure against his ass as he hung in mid-air, his eyes closing tight as he felt it wriggling into him, forcing him open.

"Submit, and you will have ownership over all your brothers," the dragon whispered to him. "Fight me, and I'll make sure that they see what I do to break you, what I do to make you into a bitch. And then we'll see who decides to take the deal that you spurned."

The finger worked all the way into him, the palm of the great scaly asshole grinding against his ass cheeks, but the tip of that finger found a little button in his ass that he hadn't known was there. Raphael gasped, arching his back, his cock throbbing and dripping, a great, long string of pre-cum running from the tip of his cock down to the floor.

"Submit..."

The dragon's finger stroked that button the way that a villain might have stroked his pet cat, one stroke after another gently rubbing along that little point. He panted, shivering as he curled his toes from the sheer bliss that came with it.

"Submit..."

His cock bounced and twitched as it had been doing for hours, begging for release, pushing him to do something, anything to feel better. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum, and the power of a ninja's training wasn't doing anything to soothe that need.

"Submit..."

The milking pleasure around his cock intensified, that black band bouncing on his cock the way that a whore would have bounced on a John's lap. Up and down, up and down, up and down, constantly feeding him the feeling of fucking someone, constantly making him feel like his dick was being used as a dildo by someone far too tight, far too sexy...

"Submit..."

The dream ended as Raphael jerked to the waking world, panting and gasping. He kept it quiet enough to not wake the others out of habit from his other nightmares, but this...

He looked down at his lap. It was a good thing that the others weren't awake, because this was a mess.

His cock, still so much bigger than it had been - ten inches, now, rather than nine - pushed forward and begged for him to grab it and stroke it, to give it what the band was still giving it. It wanted him to jerk off, to feed that hunger, that need, to see if a little masturbation would take him over the edge when nothing else had.

He almost gave into it, but the power of his training was enough to keep that back, at least.

The turtle reached for his red headband, putting it on as he looked around the shared room. The other turtles were still fast asleep, but even without their bands on, he knew them by sight. Leo's big head, Michelangelo's thicker belly and rump, Don's way of sleeping on his stomach and sticking his legs out too far from the other end of the bed...

He shook his head, groaning as he leaned forward into his hands, pressing them against his forehead.

I'm not going to break...I'm not going to...

It was hard not to think of what it would feel like, though. Finally given the chance to cum, yes, but more than that...

The dream images of him fucking his brothers, of using their bodies as a way to get off, of even getting Leo under his foot and forcing him to obey for once. The idea of being physically in charge of the entire group, of having the authority to make them do what he wanted, to do it his way...

It sent a shiver down his spine to imagine it, but a very good shiver for all that. He grinned to himself for a moment or two, then groaned as he leaned into his hands again.

It's a bad idea. It's a real fucking bad idea.

Hoping that a distraction might help him get his mind off of things, he got out of his bed, getting to his feet. He was all too conscious of how warm the floor was against his soles, knowing that he was stepping into a puddle of his own juices from how much he'd been dripping in the night. He stank from sex, and he knew that he would be giving himself away if he didn't get a shower before the rest of his brothers got up.

Even if he did, would they buy what was going on? He doubted it, but maybe he could get lucky.

He started walking by, only to pause at each bed, staring down at his brothers.

For Don, it was the fact that his blankets had shifted, showing off that same rump that he had seen in his dream. The same green ass, the same muscled cheeks, the same hole that was just barely visible between them, calling out for him to sheath his cock inside of it. The way that his brother slept, his legs half off the bed, made it look like Don had deliberately set himself up for that sort of thing, too, like he was trying to tempt Raph to take advantage.

The turtle shook his head, moving on, but then he got to Michelangelo. His brother's mouth was wide open, showing off that gaping hole that was all too often stuffed with food. He could slam his dick in there without even waking the little nut up, get off and get going...

But he didn't. He just groaned, moving on, moving on, hoping that he wouldn't be tempted any further.

Yet, there was still Leo, and that was probably the hardest one of all.

He looked down at his oldest brother, seeing the blue-banded turtle with his cock out. It was nothing but late night morning wood, but it was still enough for him to see what Leo was packing.

Kneeling down, he pressed his cock to his brother's shaft. Once, Leonardo had been the longer of the two of them, but ever since that meeting with the dragon...

He smirked slightly, pressing his cock to that throbbing shaft. What had been five against six was now ten against six, and he towered over his brother's dick. He rubbed them together before he realized just how far he was taking it, and groaned, pulling back.

No...bad...

It was harder and harder to think, knowing what was being offered, what he could have. If he just...

Submit.

The dragon's voice was in his head, and it was dragging him down, just like that band on his cock, like the spells that swirled around his sack. He pressed against the part of the shell that hid them, feeling that the flesh was getting softer there.

Submit.

He grunted, feeling a tug inside. His balls...they were...

"Nnngh!"

He bit off the grunt as it hit him, hard, but it was barely enough. He felt the sudden drop, and he stared as his balls suddenly appeared beneath his cock. They were no longer protected as things that were pushed up inside of him. They were outside, hanging down, obvious...and huge. As he touched them, he felt the weight that they had, the sheer power of those dangling orbs.

As he looked around, he imagined his brothers with the same, what it would mean for them. How they would be hotter, more vulnerable...

He fell to his knees, panting, his hands going to his cock, giving it a squeeze from the top and the base, and the voice said it again.

Submit.

"Nnngh..."

He stroked himself, feeling the pleasure building up, and finally nodded.

Bring them to me.

The dragon hadn't bothered leaving the little mesh 'arena' where he and Raphael had had their little fight the previous day. It was a comfortable enough place, and with a little magical alteration, it had made for a decent bedroom for the night. It even kept the smell of the sewer out and allowed him to fuck with the turtle for a while, as well.

He smiled as the red-banded ninja came back, this time on a bigger vehicle with all his brothers in tow. Literally towed, pulled along behind him on different platforms with their limbs tied and their mouths gagged.

It was clear that none of them had wanted to come, but his new slave had done what he'd been asked to do and he'd done it well. Draconicon smiled to himself, shaking his head in slight admiration. Not just of the turtle, but also of himself for managing to push Raphael against his own morals so quickly.

The red turtle brought the different brothers up to the arena as quickly as he could, one by one depositing the barefoot, naked ninjas in front of him. The dragon smiled from his makeshift throne, the metal twisted up in a series of spirals and rough angles to create a chair for him that let him loom. One of his legs was crossed over the other, and his spotless rope flickered in the slight breeze of Raphael's movements as the brothers were made to kneel before him.

Finally, Raphael himself knelt down in front of the throne, panting, his cock dripping down onto the metal below them, obviously eager for the reward and release that he had been promised. Draconicon smiled, flicking his finger at that twitching shaft, calling it to stillness for the moment.

As the ninja groaned, he could tell that Raphael wasn't sure if he was more relieved or annoyed to have the stimulation stop. Good. That was what he wanted.

Draconicon stood up, walking around the turtle, rubbing his head gently.

"You have done well. All your brothers look rather confused, though. Have you told them what's going on?"

"Not yet," the turtle grunted. "I didn't know..."

"You didn't know if you were going to bring them here to submit, or to backstab me, huh?"

"..."

"Don't worry. I assumed that you would be curious about the thought, thinking about whether you could take me if all four of you came. You couldn't, but I can understand thinking that it was a possibility."

"You aren't angry?"

"Hardly. I want you to think for yourselves, most of the time. I want to have people willing to give me service, even if it's something forced at the start."

He chuckled, reaching down and turning the turtle around to face his brothers. The gagged blue, orange, and purple banded turtles looked at Raphael, and then up at him, their eyes glaring at him and demanding an answer to the question of what the fuck was going on.

"I suppose you should know what's happening at this point. My name is Draconicon, and I'm looking for those that will serve me."

"Mmmph..."

"And Raphael here? He was given an offer," the dragon explained. "I told him that if he submitted to me, I would allow him to be in charge of your little group. I would give him the power to dominate all three of you, running your little group as you followed my orders. A simple little offer, and one that seems to have held his attention quite well."

The three turtles stared, first at him, then at their brother. Raphael's head lowered, and he was shaking. Draconicon shook his head.

"Don't feel so bad, Raph. I know how tempting it is to be in charge of others. Sometimes, you regret it, but all you need is that little push to know how good it feels. I imagine that you want to know how good it will feel to use one of them right now," the dragon said, looking down the line. "Tell me, who do you want first?"

"I don't...I shouldn't have..."

"I know that you're feeling regret, but trust me. That will fade, and it will fade quickly. There's a reason I'm doing this, after all, and it's not just for my own perverted pleasures...though that is a large part of it, I will admit, heh."

The dragon walked around the line of captives, kneeling down and pulling them together, his hands on the shoulders of every turtle, his words whispering quietly, barely heard over the churning of the machines and the rush of the water in the distance.

"What you have here is an opportunity, Raphael. An opportunity to prove that you're more than just the muscle of the group, more than the rough, sarcastic guy that might have a heart of gold hidden in there somewhere. Following me, you'll have the chance to prove yourself everywhere we go, and I promise you, there will be no lack in challenges for you. This is your reward for doing that. Your brothers are your reward. Who do you want first?

"The knucklehead, here?" he asked, patting Michelangelo on the back, pulling his head a little bit upwards so that the bit of drool in the corner of his mouth was shown. "We both know that he's eager to pig out on pizza, but did you know that your brother's been looking at gloryhole porn?"

The turtles blinked, all of them turning to stare at the orange-banded member of the group. Michelangelo's cheeks were hotter than ever, but the dragon continued.

"Oh, yes. Your brother has an oral fetish that you wouldn't believe. He's been staring at all your cocks during the morning routines, wondering what they tasted like, thinking that it might be worth getting up even earlier to take a taste test. And maybe more."

"Mikey?" Raph muttered.

The orange-banded turtle blushed, looking away, but the evidence was there. His cock was throbbing hard, standing out at about four inches long, twitching up and down at being exposed. Draconicon chuckled, moving down the line.

"Or maybe you'd like to try out those fantasies of Donatello's ass, hmm?" he asked his servant. "I know that you've been staring at him a lot lately, but did you know that he's got a big secret, too? Did you know that he's been using his machines to stretch himself out?"

The purple-banded turtle was no better than Michelangelo, his cheeks burning, his head lowering. All the turtles were staring at him now.

Draconicon smirked.

"Oh, yes, he's quite the pervert. He started out with milking machines, fleshlights on sticks that he used on his own cock, milking it dry as fast and as hard as he could, but that was only so good for him. He started to think about his ass, and then started ramming stuff in there. There's so many machines hidden under the floor of his lab just for ass-fucking that he could have stuffed all your villains down there and left them getting fucked for the rest of eternity."

"Mmph..."

"You want to feel how an experienced ass can treat your cock, Raph? Don here is your best bet. Oh, and Leonardo..."

The black dragon moved to squat behind the blue-banded turtle, letting his cock drop down against the two-toed soles that stuck out behind the kneeling turtle. Leonardo's toes curled almost by instinct, pulling at the head of his cock, and Draconicon chuckled at the instinctive serve that he got in return.

"You know what your oldest brother imagines, hmm?"

"I don't know. What? Foot stuff? Like in the dream?" Raph asked.

"Getting interested despite yourself, aren't you?"

"..."

"It's alright. I want you to be interested. That's why I came here. That's why I started pulling at you. That's why I am making this offer in the first place."

And what an easy offer it was to make. From a distance, he had looked through the different worlds of the TMNT continuity, checking the different places that he could draw his new servants from. There were so many different versions of them, so many different ways that they had come to be.

In some, they were still child-like. In some, they were more like adults, but still limited in what they could do and what they understood.

Only in the settings where Splinter had allowed them to go free, where they were allowed to be themselves, in touch with their master but not in physical contact with him, was this sort of thing possible.

They were all horny people, never allowed to indulge the way that normal teens were, always pushed further and further with their duties to each other and to the city. The fat that they had libidos at all was a miracle, but it meant that they were all kinds of confused, all kinds of secretive about what they liked, which allowed him to prey on them much easier than he otherwise could.

The dragon rested his hand on Leonardo's shoulder.

"Leo here has a humiliation fetish. He likes to be put on the bottom." He chuckled. "You know all those fights that you've had, all those times where he pushed you down and made you follow the plan?"

Raph slowly nodded.

"He regretted every one. Not because he loved you so much, no. He wanted you to win and make him submit. The number of dirty dreams that he's had, the number of slutty thoughts that he's had when he jerked himself off, when he shoved his fingers up his ass, when he licked his own feet and imagined that they were yours..."

It had the same magic that exposing the other two had done. It brought all the eyes of the turtles to Leonardo, and it made the blue-banded turtle's cock hard as a rock.

More than the others, for that matter, as it was up and spitting at six inches long, throbbing and oozing at the humiliation and forced exposure that was heaped upon him. Draconicon smiled, patting the turtle on the back once more before getting to his feet.

"So tell me, Raph. Which one do you want? Which one do you want to feel around your cock first?"

The red-banded turtle looked shocked, as well he should be. The black dragon had pushed him right out of his comfort zone, ripped away his own understanding of the world as much as he had done to the other brothers. There was, however, one key difference.

Raph had been allowed to keep his secrets, his fantasies. Through his submission, his secrets had been safe.

And what secrets they were, considering the turtle's tastes. He wanted to be a master himself. He wanted to collar his brothers, to stand over them, to command them, to use them as a pack of pets to please him.

That was the fantasy, the urge that had driven Raph into his arms, he knew. Regardless of all the other teasing that had happened, it had been secondary to getting the turtle tempted with the ownership of his brothers.

Now, he had them all, and they were going to obey.

Eventually, Raphael stood up, walking over to the line of turtles. He looked his brothers in the eye, passing over Michelangelo, then considering Leonardo. For a moment, Draconicon thought the blue brother would be Raph's choice, but no.

"I'll take Don's ass," the red one said. "I'll take him...and make him see that his brother is better than any machine."

"Good choice," Draconicon said with a chuckle. "Show him whatever you like. I'll have my fun with your other brothers."

"Wait."

Draconicon cocked his head to the side, looking down at the red turtle with some amusement.

"Wait?"

"I want to know."

"What?"

"What do you want with us? Really? What the hell do you want that made you come down to the sewers and play this kind of mind game? What did you want with us that made you...do this?"

"What do I want with you?" He chuckled. "It's not enough to want ninjas on my side, to have sex with them?"

"No."

"Heh...maybe you're not as dumb as you look."

He smiled as he lifted Leo to his feet, pulling him towards the throne. The dragon shook his head as he tried to put his thoughts into words.

"I've always had a fantasy about pulling useful, sexy people under me. Sometimes for a one-night-stand, sometimes for something much, much bigger," he said as he positioned the turtle on the ground, putting him on his back, his feet up in the air and held by invisible chains. "I have a place where I live, a place where there are hundreds of rooms for useful people. I want to make sure that this place stays safe. Stays good. Stays happy. To do that, I need as many talented people around as I can get."

"And you think that we're good enough for that, huh?"

"I think that all of you have the chance to be. I know it's not going to be easy, but I believe it's worth trying."

"What kind of place is this?"

"I'll show you after we have our fun. Suffice it to say, it's different from here. And it's a lot more accepting of people like you."

"..."

"Have your fun with your brother, Raph. Things will get complicated later, so enjoy the simple things while you can."

Draconicon sat down in his throne, smiling at the two-toed feet that were held so high in the air. He rested his foot against the turtle's cock, slowly grinding the shaft down beneath the black scales on his sole, pinning it against flesh and shell. Unlike Raph, the other turtles didn't have their balls hanging outside just yet, but he'd take care of that.

As he rolled his foot back and forth, he could feel that shaft getting harder, stiffer, more veiny against the bottom of his foot. It spurted, squirting little strings of pre-cum along his toes. He smiled.

"A little humiliated turtle, begging for more from someone that he'd never met before. Isn't that a little pathetic for a former leader?"

"Mmmph..."

The blue-banded ninja blushed, but he couldn't quite keep from thrusting up against the dragon's sole. He humped, he thrust, and Draconicon let him, allowing the former leader of the turtles to shame himself under his foot.

A glance out of the corner of his eye at Michelangelo made it clear that the youngest of the brothers was having a bit of misgivings, wishing that he was part of the fun, so the dragon smiled, curling his fingers to summon him over. The knucklehead did as he was told, wiggling forward.

"Why don't you get my cock ready, hmm?" he told the knucklehead. "Show me what a turtle's mouth can do."

A flick of his finger banished the gag from Michelangelo's mouth. He coughed, gagging a bit, sticking out his tongue before shaking his head and focusing on the task at hand.

"Heh, never thought I'd get the chance to do this."

"I bet. Now, put that mouth to work, hmm?"

The dragon opened his robe, and both Leonardo and Michelangelo turned to stare, their eyes going wide as they could.

As well they should. His cock was a full thirteen inches long with slightly over three inches in diameter. It dwarfed Raph's new monster, and it was made to make sure that everyone that came into contact with him remembered the experience.

He guided Michelangelo's mouth down on his cock, letting the tongue flick across the head a few times before pushing the youngest brother further down. He groaned under his breath at the feeling of the hot mouth around his cock, and allowed the amateur to start working him the way that he liked.

It was not the best blowjob, certainly nothing compared to the sluts that he had used before, but it was still eager and enthusiastic enough to make up for a few of the mistakes that were being done.

Besides, he still had Leonardo underfoot, squirming, panting, gasping from the feeling of being ground on.

As he bobbed Michelangelo's head against his cock, forcing the turtle down further and further each time that he came up for air, he brought his other foot down to pin Leo's cock beneath it. The sensation of that twitching shaft was all the better for him, reminding him of how much the blue-banded turtle loved being put in his place.

With Michelangelo sucking and slurping on his cock, and Leo's feet up in the air on either side, waiting to be pressed to the sides of his shaft, the black dragon knew that he was going to have a very, very good time with these boys.

Raph grunted as he worked his cock into his brother's ass. The rim had been just as tight as it looked, but the insides?

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..."

Every time he muttered the word, something seemed to shift. The world cracked a bit around him, or was it him that was cracking? It was hard to tell, but he didn't care. All he cared about was that flexing, milking, clenching hole.

"Nnngh...didn't expect...you to be such...such a fuck slut, Donnie..."

His brother didn't answer. Not that he could with the gag in, but the purple-banded turtle was panting, gasping through it, thrusting his hips back to meet each and every thrust that Raph made. The feeling of that ass clenching on him, how those inner walls were pulling on his cock with every thrust...

He was starting to see what the dragon had meant about wanting them. How they would be...useful.

He looked over his shoulder at the black dragon, their new 'master' as he sat on that throne. Seeing one brother underfoot and the other sucking cock was not nearly as embarrassing or horrible as he thought it would be. Hell, it actually turned him on, making his cock that much harder.

He grabbed Donatello's hips a bit more firmly, lifting them up as he leaned forward and humped harder, faster. His brother grunted and moaned under him, shivering under his grip. That was fine.

It only made him harder.

In and out, in and out, each thrust forcing that tight green pucker to follow along, making it clench to his cock, puffing out and gaping that little bit more with each thrust. In and out, in and out, his new balls swinging forward, slapping against flesh and shell as Donatello gasped for breath under him.

Squeeze, clench, the heat of that hole holding onto his cock, almost making him slow down. If it wasn't for the fact that he was the stronger of the two of them, it might just have succeeded.

In and out, in and out, and he started to grunt as he felt his own orgasm coming up, the urge to blow his load getting stronger and stronger. The black dragon's spell had slipped off of him, no longer holding him back, and the urge to cum, the urge to seed his brother was completely overwhelming.

"Nnngh, take it, bro...take it!"

Raphael sped up, ramming his hips forward, the click-click of their shells knocking together getting louder by the second. He groaned under his breath, then a little louder, his cock tingling...

Then pulsing.

Then cumming.

"Nnnngh!" he growled, clenching his jaws together as he came, shooting the load that had been building for the last eight hours. The edging had built him up to a huge load, and he came hard, spurting again and again into that hole. Donatello moaned under him, his brother's shorter cock spurting on the ground, even as more and more seed squirted up that hole.

Raphael had to pull out before he was done, filling up his brother's ass until there was no room left for his cock, and two more shots went over the other turtle's back. He fell back, panting, landing right on his ass, his feet landing on Don's.

"Heh, how sweet."

The dragon's voice made him turn around, only to groan at the sight before him. The black dragon was forcing Leo to use his feet on a cock inches bigger than Raphael's own, and Michelangelo was humping Leonardo's face.

How the mighty fall, he groaned as he got to his feet.

"Yeah? Hope you enjoyed my show."

"I did. You'll be able to have your choice of the next one shortly."

"Gonna be Leo."

"I figured. Let me finish using his feet, and you can take him."

"What's with you and feet, anyway?"

"You won't be asking that in a couple of weeks," the dragon said, smiling knowingly. "At any rate, I hope you'll be ready to start working as soon as we're through the portal. You'll be earning your place, you understand."

Raphael nodded. He still didn't know what was going on, but with everything that he was getting out of this, he wasn't going to complain.

The End