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Caught Red-Handed

Chapter 1: The Purple-Masked Thief

By Duffin Caprous

Disclaimer: This story involves sexual, violent, or adult situations. Do not read this if you are under the legal age to see pornography in your country. I won't be held responsible if your fragile little minds get warped. Otherwise...enjoy!

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Raphael stood in the doorway, a look of shock on his face. His brother, Donatello, was on the floor of his room, some sort of makeshift motor causing a dildo to thrust in and out of his ass. He'd managed to bend his legs and use wrist tape to bind his ankles to his thighs, keeping them in somewhat of a frog-style position. He had Raph's red mask wrapped around his cock, stroking it quickly while biting his lip.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Raphael growled out, causing Donatello to gasp, looking to see his brother in the door.

"R-raph! I...I was..." he stuttered, quickly trying to get up. Raph stomped right up, his foot slamming onto the purple-masked turtle's chest, keeping him down.

"Nuh-uh, you stay right there!" Raph said firmly. Donatello gasped out, the machine still fucking him with the dildo. His cock throbbed with each pound into his ass.

"Ra...raph, le...let me up," Donny whimpered out, trying to lift his arms up as Raphael's green foot kept him down on his back. The thicker brother could see Donatello's toes beginning to curl, his legs shaking. Donatello looked desperate.

"No way, freak, you're going to explain why the hell you have my mask! I've been looking everywhere for--" Raph began to demand. Donatello's face suddenly scrunched up. Raph could feel him struggling weakly when suddenly, the genius moaned out with a whimper. Raph felt a splatter and looked down to witness his brother's dick jumping and shooting wads of turtle spunk against his ankle and toes. "Oh, the fuck, Donny!"

"I...uhn...R-raph I couldn't help..." Donatello moaned, the machine forcing him over the edge. It certainly didn't help that he was being held down by Raph's foot. His humiliation only grew as Raph lifted that same foot and lewdly wiped it off all over the purple turtle's face. Donny's moans were obvious and they weren't just from the machine.

"Ugh, really? Like my feet, you pervert?" Raph asked. He pulled his foot away and Donatello tried desperately to get up only to suddenly find the fucking machine unceremoniously tugged from his ass. He gasped as Raph rolled him onto his back, arms tugged behind him. He quickly felt Raph tying his wrists behind his back using the hothead's mask which Donnie had been jerking off with. Raph growled out, "There. You want to be a freaky pervert? Then you'll get to be one."

Donatello felt Raphael cutting the tape keeping his legs bent with a sai. The purple turtle gasped, feeling his stronger brother yanking him to his feet. Donatello whimpered out, "Raph...raph, I'm sorry, le-let me g--" he tried to plead, suddenly muffled as Raph's hand pressed firmly over Donnie's mouth.

"Quiet. We're going out there and you're telling your brothers what you were doing," Raphael said as his brother's eyes widened in panic and fear.

"Mmmm mfff nmm mls!" Don tried to say. He yelped out into his brother's hand as his arm was gripped and he was marched out of his room. He struggled weakly against the hothead. Leonardo and Michelangelo were both watching a cartoon on TV as Raph forced the nerdy turtle into the living area.

"Tell them!" Raph said, pulling his hand from Donatello's mouth.

Both brothers glanced over and it took a moment to realize Donatello has dropped from his slit, semi-hard. Leonardo gasped softly, "D...donnie, what the hell?"

Raphael smacked Donatello's ass sharply, "Speak!"

The purple-masked turtle yelped out, stumbling forward with his arms behind his back, "Ah! I...I'm sorry! Raph, he...I was..."

"Dude, why are you, like...out?" Mikey asked, interrupting Donatello.

"Mikey, shut it. Go," Raph barked, wrenching Donatello's wrist upward some, making the turtle cry out.

"I was jerking off with Raph's mask!" he exclaimed.

"And...?"

"A-and using a...a sex machine in my butt!" Donatello admitted in shame.

Leo sighed with a roll of his eyes, "Damn it, Raph...how'd you know?"

The blue-banded turtle's response made Donnie blink in confusion.

"Because. He's always been a perv. I mean, I didn't know he was actually tugging his meat with it," Raph said.

"W...what? Wait a min--mmm!" Donatello tried to say only for Raph's green hand to close over his mouth again.

Leonardo stood up from the couch, shaking his head with another sigh, "I'd really hoped you wouldn't be the one, Donnie. I hate when Raph is right...especially when it means I lose a bet. Either way...this isn't good, Don. You stole from your brothers..."

Donnie whimpered and tried to shake his head, mmmming into Raph's hand.

"Hush. What are we going to do with you? You obviously can't be trusted to touch yourself, but I don't know what we can do about it..." Leonardo said.

"Oh, I have something!" Mikey said, suddenly vaulting over the back of the couch. Raph and Leo looked at each other, confused only for the orange-masked turtle to come back. Mikey was holding the machine Donnie had been using to fuck himself and also something that looked like a metal belt with a piece which would go between one's legs, "Hey! This is the power supply from my TV! I've been looking everywhere for this!"

"Donnie, what the hell, dude!" Raphael exclaimed, making the nerdy turtle whimper in further shame.

"Mikey! Where did you get that?" Leo asked with a raised eyebrow, looking to the other item.

"What? I found it in the sewers, dude! There was a lot of dildos and stuff in a bag and this thing. I think it'll, like...lock on him and stuff," the youngest turtle replied.

"How the hell do you know what a dildo is?" Raphael asked.

"Pfft, come on, dudes, I'm 18, I think I can use the internet..."

All the while, Donnie was mmmmming into Raph's hand, held firmly in place.

"Well...whatever, give it here," Leo said, taking the chastity belt. It was designed for females, but considering the turtles' anatomy, it was pretty perfect. He looked to the struggling turtle and tsked, "Look, Donnie, we can't have you stealing things and using them to masturbate, so I'm going to take that from you. From now on, if you need sexual gratification, we're going to help you out with that."

"MMMM?!" Donnie replied.

"We are?" Raph replied.

"Waaaait, Donnie's gonna be a sex slave now?" Mikey replied, always having a knack for bluntness.

"Ahem...well, he's still our brother, Mikey, but...sure, you can think of it like that," Leo said as Donatello struggled. He whimpered into Raph's hand as Leonardo knelt down on the floor, pushing the purple turtle's legs apart. Despite his struggles, the turtle was rock hard and Leo shook his head in disappointment, "You're not supposed to like this, Donnie, but...I guess it's fine if you do."

"Leo, I just thought we was going to humiliate him," Raphael said gruffly, keeping hold of his weaker brother.

"Do you want him to keep jerking on your stuff, Raph? This is the only way. He can't stop himself," Leo replied, looking up.

"Well, no, but...makin' him a sex thing?" he asked, giving Donatello hope that maybe they wouldn't do this.

"If he can't jerk it, he's going to be horny all the time, Raph. We're his brothers, we need to help him with that outlet since he won't be able to do it himself anymore," Leo replied. Raph considered it and...yeah, that seemed logical, he guessed.

Donnie whimpered out, pulling at Raph uselessly as Leo told Mikey to grab something from the kitchen. He returned with an ice pack which Leonardo pressed firmly to Donnie's hard cock. He cried out, muffled, as the ice quite quickly caused him to shrivel and slip back into his slit. Donatello struggled anew as he felt the cold metal of the belt pressing right up between his legs. Shaking his head, he finally got his mouth free to speak for a moment.

"Leonardo, s-stop it! You can't do this! Master Splin--" he tried to cry out only for Raph to firmly muffle him again.

"It's for your own good, Donnie," Leonardo replied, bringing the belt up around his brother's waist. Donatello whimpered anew as the waistbands came around, clipping together. He heard the pieces push and latch together, locking the belt.

"What is going on here?!" Splinter said, suddenly coming from his room.

Taking advantage of the startled reaction of Raph, Donatello quickly pulled away, running toward his master, "M-master, they...Raph tied me up and Leonardo put on this...this thing!"

Splinter stood there, arms behind his back, paws lightly clasped together. He looked to Leonardo, "Is this true?"

"Well, yes, Master, but Donnie stole Raph's mask and was jerking off with it..." Leonardo began sheepishly.

Looking back to Donatello, his expression changed to one of disappointment, "Donatello, I am disappointed...I had told Raphael there was no way you did what he accused..."

"Bu-but, Sensei--" Donatello began.

"Silence! You stole from your brothers and demonstrated yourself to have no honor and to have debased yourself, given into your urges. You will now experience the consequences of those actions..." the rat said, shaking his head. He looked to Leonardo, "Send him to me once you have finished with him, my son."

"Yes, Sensei!" Leonardo said, Donnie looking crushed. They'd all been made aware of Raph's suspicions and had all refused to believe the nerdy turtle would be so perverted. He whimpered, turning back to his brothers as he felt the chastity belt around his waist. He blushed brightly, realizing his cock was trying in vain to push against his slit.

"Serves you right, nerd!" Raphael called out to him, making Donnie lower his head in shame.

Leonardo looked concerned and approached, "Look, we'll try it for a few weeks, okay? See how you're doing."

"You...wanted to take it off?" Mikey asked from the couch, piping up suddenly.

Both Donnie and Leo slowly turned their heads to look at Mikey, to which Leonardo replied, "Of course we're going to take it off once the punishment is over."

"Oh," was the orange turtle's reply as the younger brother quickly looked back to the TV.

"Miiiikey?" Leonardo asked with gritted teeth, approaching the youngest.

"Well, I didn't know you wanted to take it off! You said you wanted to stop Donnie from touching himself!" he replied.

"You....can't take it off?!" Leo replied.

"Well there was no key in the bag that I found!" Mikey replied defensively.

"Mikey!" Donnie cried out, suddenly lunging at his brother.

"Ahhhh, Raph!" Mikey cried out. Indeed, the red-banded turtle caught Donnie in mid-air, holding him back.

"I'll kill him!" Donnie exclaimed to which Leo stood up, looking to Donnie.

"Cool it, Donnie," Leonardo said firmly.

"You can't...you're not...you can't leave me like this!" Donatello said desperately. He sharply pulled away from Raphael only to try to desperately pull at the belt around his waist, pushing it down over his hips, anything to get it off.

"Hey, stop," Leo said, approaching the purple brother, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away, "Listen, maybe we can find the key or something, but for now, you need to focus on the fact that this is a punishment. If I decide you have earned it, we'll try to figure out a way to remove it."

Whimpering out, pulling at his brother's grip, Donatello said, "Leo, this...this is cruel!"

"I wasn't the one swiping my brother's things to jerk off with, Don. You brought this on yourself," Leonardo said.

"Not to mention he was whacking off while thinking of my feet," Raph called out, Mikey still cowering behind him some.

"Shut up!" Donatello screamed out only for Leonardo to grip his chin to force him to look back forward.

"Quiet before I gag you," the leader said firmly, giving Donatello a slight tremble of submission.

"We all know you're into feet, Donatello. It's...abundantly obvious. You think you're subtle? You're not. And, that's fine, brother, we're going to help you with that. This is a punishment, but I think it's also what you deeply want," Leonardo said, reaching up. His fingers twirled in Donatello's mask tail a moment before getting a grip. With the quickness of a ninja, Leonardo kicked the back of the purple-masked turtle, dropping him to his knees and yanking his head by the mask which drew a surprised yelp from him, "You walk around here, bending over any chance you get. You think we didn't notice?"

"A-ah! I didn't..." Donnie tried to reply as Leonardo gave it another yank. He couldn't do anything with his wrists still tied behind his back.

"I said quiet," Leo said firmly, yet calmly, "Do not interrupt me. While you wear this, you're our property, understand?"

"L...leo, please..." Donnie tried to whimper, his head held back still.

"It's Master Leo. Master Raphael and Master Michelangelo, for that matter," Leo corrected, leading Mikey to snicker mockingly at Donatello having to call him Master. He was silenced with a glare from Leonardo.

"Leo--ah!" Don exclaimed, hearing the shink of one of Leo's katanas slipping from its sheath. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain across his exposed ass as Leonardo swatted him with the flat of his blade, "S-stop!" he exclaimed only to yelp out as another swat came down.

"Address me properly," Leonardo said firmly. Raphael and Mikey just stood watching, fascinated at the confidence oozing from their leader.

Obviously trying to resist, Donnie didn't say anything only to receive another smack on his butt from the flat of the sword, "Ah! F....fine, Master Leo!"

The other two brother's eyes widened as the purple-masked turtle blurted out the name. Leonardo held the sword aloft, ready to strike again, "Apologize to Mikey and Raph for stealing from them."

"I...hah...hah....M...Master Michelangelo...Master R-raphael, I'm so...sorry for...stealing from you..." Donatello replied. He winced, expecting another smack to his ass only for Leonardo to sheathe his sword again. The leader smiled and let go over Donatello's mask, petting his head before bending over to untie Raphael's mask from around his wrists. He tossed it back to the hothead.

"Good, boy. Now, go order us some pizza and we'll have dinner. Oh, best go see Splinter first," Leonardo said before getting up, leaving Donatello to sheepishly get back up to his feet. He bit his lip, at least grateful none of his brothers could tell his much his body was trying to get erect behind the chastity belt.

Splinter sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed as Donatello peeked inside. He cringed slightly hearing the voice, "Come in, Donatello. Sit here."

The purple turtle walked inside, swallowing nervously before sitting down, cross-legged beside Splinter. The rat kept his eyes shut as he spoke, "My son, I know you think this to be harsh punishment."

"Master, I didn't mean--" Donnie started to say.

"Be silent," came the harsh reply, making Donatello cower again as the rat continued, "I have always relied on you to be the logical of the four of you. I am saddened to learn of your further transgressions. I also understand that it is likely your teenage hormones getting the better of you. I want to be able to rely on you, Donatello, but for the moment I can not. I can not believe you would do this a second time."

Hearing those words broke the turtle's heart and he opened his mouth to reply only to quickly shut it once more obediently.

"That is not to say you can not earn back the trust of myself and of your brothers, but you must show you are worthy," Splinter said.

Those words angered Donatello a little. He couldn't hold in his reply, "By...being a sex toy for my brothers?!"

The reply made Splinter chuckle slightly, "Perhaps that will help, yes. Donatello, you have done wrong by your brothers. You have shown you regard your own desires over theirs and that is dishonorable. So, if you must perform sexual favors for them to trust you again, so be it. You have also shamed me by your continued actions. So, yes, you may be expected to...help me meditate on occasion," Donatello's head was lowered in shame. It still didn't seem fair, but what Master Splinter said resonated in Donnie's head. He _did_put his desires over his brother's. Splinter continued, "Not to mention you are very aroused by the notion."

That last notion made Donatello look up sharply, looking over to the rat beside him, "W...what?!"

"Do not think I can not tell when one of my sons is aroused, even if I can not see their members behind a chastity belt. I can tell. Now, I need not tell your brothers, but do not lie to me," Splinter said, eyes still closed.

Whimpering softly, the turtle's fingers fidgeted together, "I...I don't mean to, Sensei! I didn't...I can't help..."

"I know, my son. This is why you have on the belt and will wear it until Leonardo decides you have learned your lesson," the rat said, finally opening his eyes to look over at the cowed turtle teen.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Master..." Donatello said, tearily.

"I know you are, Donatello. And you understand now why the punishment is the way it is?" Splinter replied.

Nodding his head, wiping his eyes on the back of his green hand, Donatello replied, "Y...yes, Sensei. I need to apologize to you all. I will earn back your trusts!"

Nodding his head, Splinter allowed Donatello to get up and leave. The purple turtle quickly went to dial up their favorite pizza place, making sure to get extra oysters on the peanut butter and oyster pizza, as Mikey always liked.

Donatello stayed mostly silent while they all ate and joked around. He was still contemplating everything that had happened up to that point. The purple-masked turtle waited until the meal was finished and nervously approached Michelangelo's room. He stood in the doorway while Mikey had on a pair of headphone. Sensing the presence, the youngest turtle looked up toward the door.

"What do you want, dude?" Mikey asked with a slight scowl, lifting one of the earcups from his head.

"Mike--er...uh....Master M...michelangelo, uh...I wanted to...to apologize..." Donnie said with his hands wringing together nervously in front of him.

The orange-banded turtle sat up in hie bed, brows furrowed some, "For what?"

"For...f-for taking, er, stealing your...your things. I'm really sorry, it...it was wrong and I was selfish..." Donnie said, head lowered in shame.

Mikey sat there, lowering the headphones to his neck, arms crossed, "Dude, I was looking all over. Raph made fun of me about how I can't keep track of my own stuff, and I didn't even lose it!"

Whining quietly, Donatello's head drooped further down, "I'm s...sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, Mikey..."

With arms crossed, his brother sat on his bed, watching his older brother try to apologize, "Yeah, well...you did. Besides...if you wanted to get nailed, why didn't you tell me? I'm always horny."

The purple turtle's head shot up, his eyes widen open, "W-what!?"

"Well...I mean, we can stop beating around the bush now, Donnie, since you're...well, you know..." Mikey said, wiggling his toes toward Donnie's locked crotch, "But, I mean...a hole's a hole, right? Even if it's your brothers. I woulda helped you out."

"I....I..I-I....I didn't...I mean...." Donnie tried to say, flabbergasted.

"I know Leo and Raph might have been....resistant maybe, like...sure they might think of this as a punishment, but...I mean...I like getting off. I do it all the time!" Mikey said. Donnie's cheeks flushed. He was well aware of Mikey's proclivity to masturbate when he thought no one was watching. He continued, "So...I guess, If you really want to apologize...you can start by kissing my feet and then suck my dick." Hearing his brother talk like that made Donatello tremble and blush brightly. Mikey replaced the headphones on his ears and leaned back on his bed. Donatello stood there, nervously, until his brother glanced forward again with an arched brow, wiggling his toes.

Donatello quickly stepped forward with a deep blush, reaching out with trembling hands to grasp at Mikey's foot, causing the orange-banded turtle to groan slightly. Leaning in, Donnie's lips eventually pressed to the underside of that green foot. He began to kiss it reverently while Mikey listened to his music. Lips kissed slowly up that foot and over the two thick toes. Moving to the other foot, Donatello could already feel his cock trying in vain to press into the chastity belt while he kissed his brother's feet. Whimpering quietly, he wished he could jerk off right there, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could see Mikey's arousal slipping from the slit already as he kissed his way over those toes. He gasped as Michelangelo curled his toes, cupping at the purple-masked turtle's nose, pressing the sole firmly to his lips. Donnie's cock tried in vain to get hard at this situation, but the damn chastity thing kept him from being able to!

Once released, Don nervously began to move upward, even going so far as to kiss his way up his brother's calves and thighs reverently. Soon enough, his younger brother's throbbing member was right in front of his face. Parting his lips, he dragged his tongue over Mikey's tip, making his younger brother moan out softly. Mikey kept his eyes closed, listening to the music as Donatello finally just dove in, pushing his mouth down, letting the orange-banded turtle's cock into his mouth.

"Ohhh Donnie...." Mikey groaned softly, looking down to see Donatello starting to suck him off. Hearing his brother make those sounds made Donatello blush, but his lips only slurped more around the other turtle's member. He was ashamed to admit this was a dream come true, but it absolutely was.

Meanwhile, Leonardo and Raphael sat in the kitchen, eating some leftover pizza despite the fact a brand new one was on the way. Raph looked over to him, "You really think this is a good idea, Oh Fearless Leader?"

Taking a bit of pizza, the blue-masked turtle sighed softly. He was hesitant to reply for a moment, "Raph...listen...we're all 18 now. We all have urges. Donatello is...well, you know he's got will power issues."

"Well, yeah, obviously, but, dude...he's our brother and you're making him a sex--"

"Well, what did you want me to do?! You're the one who dragged him out and humiliated him. I had to act," Leo replied.

Rolling his eyes, Raphael set his slice down, pointing to Leonardo, "I was just trying to scare him and you decided to take it further."

Sighing, Leonardo rubbed at the space between his eyes, "Raph....god damnit...Sensei and I have discussed this before...in the past. We agreed this was the best thing if...."

"What?! Are you fucking kidding me? You and Master Slinter discussed this? WHY?" Raph demanded, shooting to his feet.

"Shhhh, calm down, I'll explain...." Leo replied, remaining in his chair. He sighed again, "Look....okay, this isn't the first time Donatello has done this."

The hothead blinking a little what, calming down with furrowed brow, "What?"

"It was about a year ago...Splinter and I were meditating. He must have thought we were deep enough because Donnie had snuck in and was...uh...masturbating in front of us. I happened to wake up because some of his...seed hit my feet," Leonardo told him.

"What the fuck! What a perv--" Raph started to say.

Leo held up his green-skinned hand, "Hold on, hold on. Look, we talked to him. We thought he...understood why that was so wrong, but...well, Master Splinter and I talked about it and we agreed that more drastic measures might have to be taken, I mean...he was just so bold about it, taking a huge risk. And, well, he admitted to...being attracted to us."

"He is?! And you never told me!" Raph said again, his anger rising once more.

"Well, what do you expect, Raph? We're alone! You think Donnie has any chance with April?" Leo asked, holding his hands out, palms up.

"Well....no....obviously..." the red-masked turtle replied.

"Donnie knows that. Sensei speculated that Donnie's obsession with April came from his attempt to internally deny how much he was into...his brothers. It's not his fault. Hell, I get it, I mean...I have urges," Leo said.

"Well, duh, I do too and I jerk it in my room by myself like a normal turtle!" Raph said, pounding a fist on the table.

"Well....now you don't have to," his brother replied with a shrug, "Look...wouldn't you rather....get to actually mate?"

That sudden question made Raph's face pinked slightly, "He's our brother, dude! And...and a dude!"

"Oh, please...Raph, Mikey found your porn when he was cleaning. We both know you like guys," Leonardo said with an incredulous look.

Gasping, Raph stood up again, "You...you you...spied on me?!"

"Oh shut up, Raph, I said Mikey found it. Maybe you shouldn't hide your porn mags under your pillow. And we don't care if you're gay or not, Raph," Leo said, patting the table to get Raphael to sit again.

"Leo...."

"Raph, listen...if you're worried that Donnie is against this, I can promise you that's not true. This is a punishment, but it's also a way to allow Donnie to openly express his, er...kinky urges without having to hide it which is what lead to him stealing from us to satisfy those urges," the leader said.

Clicking his tongue, Raph looked to the side, "Fuck....you're probably right...damnit, Leo, this is so wrong."

Shrugging, Leo stretched back in his chair and smirked, crossing his arms, "Oh yeah? Then why did you drop while we've been talking about it?"

Looking down, Raphael's eyes widened. His cock had slipped from his genital slit. He blushed, quickly covering it with his hands, "Leo, I...."

Rolling his eyes a bit, looking over to his brother, "Raph, you're very likely going to either be having sex with Donatello or coming across one of us doing it, I don't think you...really need to be hiding that anymore."

Gritting his teeth, Raph swallowed, "Is it just Don?"

Tilting his head, Leo looked back, "What do you mean?"

"I mean...is this just us doing Donnie? While he's being punished and then we just...go back to not doing that stuff? And we don't...do any of us other than Donnie?"

Blinking a little bit, Leo took in the question, "Uh...well, I didn't really think....I mean...do you...want to?"

Embarrassed and exasperated, Raph threw his arms up, "Well, I...I dunno! I went from thinking I was a sicko for being hot for guys to 'Oh, go fuck your brother,' I'm confused, okay?!"

Smiling a little bit at that, Leo chuckled softly, "I get it, I get it. I've had a year to...consider these things. Let's just...not rush into anything, okay? We know we're doing this for Donnie. If....other stuff happens, we can take it at that time, okay?"

Huffing, Raph picked up the remainder of his pizza slice and stuffed it in his mouth, "Fine, but no way am I takin' it up the ass. Let me know when the pizza's here," he said before getting up from the table and storming off.

Back in Mikey's room, the two brothers had been completely unaware of the conversation. Michelangelo's hands were on Donatello's head as he moaned out. Donnie's mouth and tongue felt so good as he bobbed his head. The orange-masked turtle had even lost his headphones to look down and watch Donnie work on him.

"Uhn...god, D-donnie...you're good at that..." Mikey moaned softly, making Donnie blush quiet a bit, "G...getting close....you better...swallow."

Making him blush even more, Donatello replied, "Mmm hmmm..." into Mikey's cock only adding to the pleasure as he felt the slight vibration. Michelangelo's fingers gripped slightly at the top of his brother's head as the pleasure continued to grow. He gasped finally, tilting his head back as he humped upward into Donnie's mouth. The youngest turtle's toes splayed out as he groaned in orgasm. His cum splattered the back of Donatello's mouth, making the turtle nerd mmmm in surprise, reflexively swallowing his own brother's load without hesitation. Tasting his own brother's spunk nearly made the purple-masked turtle orgasm. He was hooked instantly. Trembling with arousal and excitement, Donatello continued to bob his head and Mikey squealed out, laughing.

"Ahh st-stop! Donnie!" he exclaimed, quickly pulling himself back, popping free of the other male's mouth, "Sen...sensitive!"

Blushing a bit in embarrassment at getting lost in the moment, Donatello knelt on the bed while Mikey panted, trying to recover, "Master Michelangelo, I...truly am sorry for dishonoring you..." Donnie said, his head lowered.

Sitting up, Mikey looked at his subservient brother. He chewed the corner of his lip a moment. The whole idea was still a little crazy, but...well, he loved Donnie. He couldn't stay mad at him for long, "It's cool, Donnie, and I'm...uh...sorry I didn't think about the...the key..."

A hand reflexively went down, feeling the chastity belt locked around his waist. Looking back up to meet his brother's gaze, Donatello smiled a little bit, "I, um...I forgive you, Mikey. I know you were just...trying to help."

Holding an arm out in an obvious gesture, Donatello couldn't help but blush again as he nervously scooted his way upward onto Mikey's bed. He cuddled up against his brother, feeling the arm slide around his shoulders. That was....nice. It was weird, but nice. Never had Donatello cuddled with any of them before, but he'd been longing for any sort of intimacy for some long. Sure, they were close as a family, but this was something they never got to have, being outcasts of society. He took a bold step to turn his head, nuzzling into the crook of Mikey's neck, hearing his brother chirr softly.

"Guys, pizza's here!" came Raph's voice from the main living area. All Donnie heard before hitting the floor beside the bed was a gasp as Mikey shot up to his feet and bolted out of the door.