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It’s nearly 3am when Mikey groggily rubs his eyes to look at his alarm clock. An irritated grumble reverberates in his chest as he rolls over in bed, frustrated at being woken up from one of the best dreams he’s ever had. He contemplates getting up to investigate the ungodly noise that awoke him only to have his thoughts interrupted by another bang and he jolts out of bed like lightning. As quietly as he can, Mikey tip-toes through the lair, investigating every nook and cranny until the only place he hasn’t checked is the dojo.
The door is slightly ajar as he peaks in, wanting to ensure everything is alright but not wishing to disturb his sensei just in case he’s still up. The dojo is dark and, at first, Mikey believes there’s nothing to see. He’s ready to chalk the noise up to Raph falling out of bed and punching the wall again, but a shadow moves across the candlelight just as he’s about to leave so he begins to push himself through the door to further investigate. He freezes abruptly, just barely peeking in when the sound of his oldest brother catches him off guard. For a moment he thinks Leo is in pain but there’s something strange about the hushed moans and gasps perforated by resounding slaps in the otherwise silent lair.
Trying to get a better view of the dojo without being noticed, Mikey peaks his head around the door and immediately has to stifle a startled gasp, throwing a hand over his mouth with a thwack that’s nearly as loud as the paddling his sensei is dishing out. His mind quits functioning fully, jaw slack as he absorbs the sight before him. His big brother bent over their sensei’s- their father’s- desk with his face buried in his arms, standing on his toes with a cute little skirt around his waist and a pair of thigh-highs straining around his thick legs. Splinter towers over him, an erection straining through his robes as he paddles the feminized turtle. Demeaning words spill from Splinter’s mouth, but they only seem to make Leo yearn for more punishment if the way he wiggles his ass is anything to go by. Mikey can’t bring himself to avert his gaze, but no one seems to notice him peering in, too engrossed in their scandalous act.
He had never thought of his brother in such a way before, but seeing Leo like this- face flushed, a pout on his lips, begging and pleading to be given something Mikey has no understanding of makes his groin ache. His cheeks burn and he feels dizzy, subconsciously knowing he should leave as quickly as he can, but the longer he stands there the harder it is for him to look away.
He becomes mesmerized by the jiggle of Leo’s cheeks under that girly skirt. The little mewls that make their way past his swollen lips each time Splinter brings the paddle in his hand down. He wants to see his brother violated; wants to violate his brother himself. He wants to hold his big brother down and make him cry- drool- beg over his cock like the slut he is. Mikey has to stifle his own little pants and groans as he fantasizes, never taking his eyes off Leo or the red and purple welts that slowly begin to appear on his perfectly plump ass after each lashing he receives.
Splinter sets aside the paddle just as skin begins to break and instead takes up the task of languidly sliding his hand over Leo’s plush thighs, stopping here and there to pinch the emerald skin underneath his pink sock at the behest of the young turtle. Finally, Splinter stops teasing, taking Leo’s ass in both hands, gently kneading the supple flesh before he presses a long thumb into the taut hole right below Leo’s tail. Entirely engrossed, the young terrapin presses his fingers against his own twitching cloaca. He bites down on his other hand to stifle a moan in tandem with the way Leo does and Mikey wonders what it would feel like to be filled as he observes his team leader spread open and stretched as Splinter gradually adds more fingers which make Leo twitch and writhe in a pleasure unknown.
All rational thought has left his head as Mikey begins bulging through his plastron, hand moved over his slit, urging himself to drop. When Leo glances back at Splinter, a pout on his lips and a request on his tongue his eyes lock with his little brother’s instead. Leo’s jaw goes slack and his mouth dry. Mikey is snapped back to reality as his heart drops, suddenly flooded with feelings of shame and guilt. He quickly turns on his heel and fully sprints back to his room, slamming the door behind him and throwing his blanket over his head as soon as his body hits the mattress.
A few gut-wrenching moments of wallowing in fear, nerves, anxiety go by before he releases the air he had been hoarding in his lungs. His head is spinning, mind racing, heart beating out of his chest. Leo and Master Splinter?? How could they- why would they- why did he– his spiraling thoughts are brought to a sudden halt as his door creaks open and someone shuffles inside, slowly closing the door behind themself.
“Uh- Mikey?” His brother’s familiar voice cuts through the silence and Michelangelo feels bile build in the back of his throat. He simply cannot face his brother, who has now taken up a space at the foot of his bed. A hand gently is gently placed on Mikey’s ankle in a comforting gesture that’s usually so normal coming from his big brother, but nothing feels normal right now.
After letting some seconds go by with no response, Leo continues.
“I just wanted to let you know it’s ok- I mean- I saw-” he sighs, putting on an even, cold voice. “It’s totally normal to be aroused by intimacy, even among family members. We only have each other after all.”
That comforting hand tentatively makes its way up Mikey’s calf and over his thigh. Though still hidden beneath his bed covers, Mikey shivers at the suggestive actions and rehearsed words of his brother. He may be kind of dumb, but even he knows this is weird. Only growing weirder as Leo lays over top of him to whisper in his ear through the blanket.
“Do you want to try it with me?”
Bedding, along with Leo, are tossed aside as Mikey flies out of his bed in abject horror. Not truly just at the predatory way in which Leonardo spoke, but Michelangelo’s own lack of disgust, rather tantalized by the offer and fully ready to accept it. His curiosity and arousal getting the better of the young terrapin, his mind rid of any hesitations he felt about getting off to his dad and brother screwing in the family’s sacred dojo now that he has been presented with a similar opportunity.
Leo looks like a shell of himself- eyes glazed over and not a single emotion left to be perceived in his expression as he stares up at Mikey from where he had been flung onto the bed. However, Mikey is too full of excitement to notice his brother’s distant stare as he crawls back onto the mattress with a question firmly set in the back of his throat, eyes shining brightly. Leonardo goads him with an expectant look and a small nod, sensing Mikey holding something back.
“Then… can I um- like- kiss you,” Mikey asks nervously, voice quivering as he averts his gaze.
It’s so unlike his Mikey to be shy about anything. Leo chuckles under his breath, easily relaxing in the company of his baby brother as always. Mikey’s cheeks heat up, feeling offended that Leo is laughing at him. He opens his mouth to complain, however, before he can get a word in edgewise, Leo pulls him in close and places a gentle kiss on his lips, so soft and sweet. It’s exactly what a first kiss should be when Leo pulls away, but Mikey is ready for more than childish pecks, the ache in his plastron rapidly growing again. Without hesitation he pulls Leo back in. It’s sloppy and their teeth clash together as Mikey attempts to take the lead, emulating the “adult” kisses he’s watched in movies and TV time and again. Leo simply lets him do as he pleases while sliding a hand over Mikey’s chest and down his plastron until he’s palming over the turtle’s slit, letting Mikey grind his hips into the friction and devouring the hungry, desperate moans that spill from his lips.
Leo is not sure Mikey has ever even touched himself before, being the youngest and most airheaded of the four turtles. That theory is quickly confirmed, at least in Leo’s mind, as Mikey drops from nothing but a few seconds of grinding and admittedly lackluster kissing. Mikey feels long and skinny against Leo’s hand though he doesn’t take the time to look at it before he slips his fingers around his inexperienced brother, stroking him to an embarrassingly early completion by just about anyone's standard. It’s kind of cute the way Mikey’s hips stutter and jerk into his hand as he spills his sticky load over the front of their plastrons. Mikey lies there on top of Leo for a few moments, his breath hot on Leo’s neck as he tries to calm his racing heart.
Leo traces small patterns over the other’s shell as he patiently waits for Mikey to collect himself, enjoying the simplicity of this moment.
“Uh- so like,” Mikey stutters, his face twisted in confusion as he leans back to look at Leo. ”Does this mean we’re dating now?”
Leo has to hold himself back from erupting into laughter; his little brother really is cute. Possibly even the cutest. It’s too bad he saw what he did, Leo thinks to himself, choosing to thrust himself off the bed rather than give a response. Mikey latches onto his arm as the eldest attempts to, presumably, leave. He puts his best puppy-dog face on, big eyes shining like jewels and a pout on his lips as he urges Leo to stay by his side. Instead, Mikey is pulled up by a strong, unwavering, fearless hand.
Mikey could just swoon as he’s pulled into Leo’s sturdy chest, a small kiss placed upon his head..
“Let’s go talk with sensei.”
Mikey is led back through the lair feeling blissfully sweet with Leo’s hand in his, high on dopamine. As they grow closer to the dojo, however, a pit begins to form in his belly, a bundle of fear and nerves as he recalls the scene Leo and his sensei enacted earlier in the night. The pit launches itself into his throat, forcing him to swallow back bile at the thought of his father touching him the way he touched his eldest brother, though he lets Leo continue to drag him along despite his growing reluctance.
As they enter the dojo they’re greeted by Master Splinter, Leo bows, as is customary, forcing Mikey’s head down alongside him. “I’ve brought him back for you, Master,” Leo speaks first, his words causing Michelangelo’s heart to drop.
For the first time in his life, Mikey feels out of his depth. He has no idea what to say or do, his mouth simply opening and closing like a fish out of water as his brother releases his head and Splinter approaches them.
“I am happy to see you were able to talk some sense into him, my son.” Leo simply nods in response and Splinter turns a pointed look at Mikey. “Now, Michelangelo, as ninja you are trained to keep to the shadows but I cannot condone eavesdropping within our home.”
Splinter motions the young terrapin forward as he takes a seat in a nearby chair. “Twenty,” Splinter states, tapping his upper thigh to guide Mikey. “One for each minute you watched.”
Mikey trips over himself, mouth agape, but Leo steals the words from his mouth. “You knew he was watching us, Sensei?”
Splinter hums, “Of course, my son, I trained you, did I not? You could not possibly sneak up on me. Michelangelo especially,” He adds with a small chuckle.
Mikey glances over at his brother, nothing but a pained look on Leo’s face as he averts his gaze from his youngest brother.
Mikey tentatively takes position, breath held to the point of pain until Splinter finally lays his palm across the turtle's bare ass, grazing his tail. The air is forced from his burning lungs with a yelp and then a small, choked sob as Splinter continues. Again, he looks to his big brother, hoping for reprieve, maybe some kind of understanding of his plight and gentle reassurance that he’ll be okay, but Leo still seems interested in nothing but the floor.
Small whimpers and stuttered breaths punctuate each slap, much like when it had been Leo in this position, though Mikey does a lot more squirming. Splinter methodically brings himself closer to Mikey's tail each time he brings his hand down, pulls away, then back again. It drives Mikey crazy and he finds himself lifting his ass just a bit when his master draws near. He has lost count by the time each impact makes his shell grow tighter, despite the shiv in his stomach reminding him of his disgust. A violating slap right over his pulsing cloaca causes him to lurch in Splinters lap, his slit grinding just right over his leg and ripping a low moan from his throat as his cock drops for the second time in one night.
Mikey tenses, bracing for the next hit, wincing, a whimper on his tongue but the next one doesn’t come. His legs are jelly as Splinter releases him to the ground, simply stepping over him to whisper in Leonardo’s ear. Leo’s face drains of color but he nods affirmatively and begins digging through a chest of treasures. From there he pulls out a blue blindfold and a small device which he hides from view within his hand.
Splinter hums satisfactorily and waves a hand at Leo who takes that as his cue to blindfold the youngest brother, who is then pulled to the floor. In one practiced motion Leo presses his plastron up against Mikey’s shell, locking his arms over his as he spreads his little brother’s legs open with his own, exposing all of Mikey to their father. Affirming words are whispered into his ear as Mikey whimpers, attempting to close his legs and being met by resistance from his eldest brother. The “it’s okay”’s and gentle shushing do nothing to ease Mikey’s nerves. His eyes remain squeezed shut behind the blindfold despite being unable to see through it anyway.
Electricity buzzes beneath Mikey’s skin as a featherlight touch meets the underside of his dick, softly tracing the length of it from base to tip before spreading his own pre around the head. His hips jerk into the touch despite his distaste before it quickly disappears and the warmth of his brother behind him turns to tight plastic around his wrists. Then there’s nobody there, the dojo quiet enough to hear a pin drop as he’s left there exposed and cold; starved to be touched; to know he’s not been left alone.
“Guys…? Is anyone there?” His voice quivers, echoing through the dojo. Seconds go by, then minutes as he waits for a reply. A chill runs through his body as he realizes he must be alone, the nerves in his belly making his cock recede. His blindfold becomes hot and wet as anxiety overwhelms him and tears prick his eyes.
Just as he had resigned himself to his fate of being found the next morning by the rest of his brothers an intense vibration is abruptly pressed against his flagging cock, bringing it back to life as he falls forward against an unwavering frame much too wide and sturdy to be his sensei.
“Leo,” he whines, sniffling a bit as he rids himself of the last few tears that had welled up in his eyes.
“Guess again, twerp.”
Mikey can hear the condescending grin on Raphael’s lips as he lurches back, falling onto his shell.
“Aw don’t be like that, you’re the one always begging me to play with you, Mikey. Well here I am,” Raph says as he pins Mikey in place with all his weight and a firm grip on his shoulders.
“Cut it out, Raph. It’s his first time, be nice,” Leo barks from somewhere nearby.
“‘Cuz you were so gentle with me. Right, Leo?”
“Be. Nice.” Leo reiterates.
Mikey can’t keep up with whatever the shell is going on. Between his senses being assaulted with unfamiliar sensations and now Raph being here- on top of him nonetheless. The cogs in his head keep stuttering; breaking down completely as Raph sinks his teeth into his neck. A startled yelp leaves Mikey’s lips and he’s about to beg Leo for help but a hand is quickly slapped over his mouth.
Raph switches to placing bruising kisses along his jugular, stopping along collar bones to leave hickeys and much gentler bites over his shoulders. A hand glides down Mikey’s torso and over his aching cock, again that violent vibration taking over his inhibitions. He bucks up into the sensation only to be met with the bulging front of Raphael’s slit. Mikey’s neck is left wet and ridden with hickeys as Raph moves away in favor of holding his young turtle brother’s hips down and grinding against his cock, every so often letting the tip slip inside to earn himself a lewd moan or a cute whimper. Mikey grows more desperate with each denial he receives, his cock seemingly weeping alongside him as he’s teased and toyed with.
“Please, please, please, please, puh- ah!” Michelangelo’s mantra falls away as Raphael fully seats himself. The small vibrating toy is simultaneously pushed into his cloaca, turning Mikey into a writhing, sputtering mess. His second orgasm of the night hits him like a truck as he desperately thrusts his hips into his bully of a brother.
A blissed out smile spreads across Mikey’s face as he hums contentedly until Raph begins to move again, damn near bouncing on Mikey’s cock before it can return back inside him. His face drops quite quickly as the overstimulation makes him wince, any residual pleasure twisted into pain.
“Raph, it hurts!” He cries out desperately, trying to throw his brother off which only makes it worse.
“Care to help me out here, Don?”
Raphael’s words hardly register as his rhythm only grows more intense. Mikey continues to beg him to stop; his sobs only cease when a set of lanky digits push against his tongue, making him gag. Saliva spills over Mikey’s lips and down his chin as the intrusion plays with his tongue and slides over his teeth methodically. They make their exit only to be replaced with a burning open-mouthed kiss. Soft lips clash into his as his head is pulled into Donnie’s lap, two firm hands holding him in place and Mikey quickly realizes kissing is a lot better when he’s not leading, panting into Don’s mouth, the pain of Raphael’s onslaught an afterthought in his mind.
Donnie brutally terrorizes Mikey’s mouth, leaving the bitter taste of pennies on his little brother’s tongue as he nips and bites his lips before he pulls away. Mikey attempts to chase after him, whining at the loss of pressure on his lips but it’s quickly replaced by something much heavier, a musky scent assaulting him as Donatello’s tail presses against his nose.
“Eat up.”
Mikey shyly swipes his tongue over Don’s cunt, contemplating the flavor on his tongue. The way Donnie quivers over him makes him want to do it again and then again until he’s effectively eating his genius big brother out, sloppily smacking his lips around Don’s cunt, slipping his tongue in ever so slightly, wrapping his lips around the tip of Donnie’s cock as it peaks out of his slit. The sting of his fresh wounds only urge him to devour more of Donnie, the taste of blood and slick a tantalizing mixture.
At some point Donnie reaches down behind him and tears the blindfold away from Mikey’s eyes. The sight above him makes him buck his hips up into Raph, mewling around the head of Donnie’s cock in his mouth. A truly erotic sight to behold; his brothers making out above him as they fuck his face and cock.
Raphael’s hands move away from Mikey’s hips, instead taking place firmly wrapped around Donnie’s slender neck as they continue to taste each other’s mouths. Don’s dick finally fully drops as a raspy whimper is choked out of him. Mikey takes his cock in his mouth, softly sucking the head before Donnie forces the entirety of his length down Mikey's throat. Tears prick the purple turtle’s eyes as they squeeze shut and his jaw goes slack with pleasure. Raph takes this opportunity to fully explore Donnie’s mouth, still not letting up on riding Mikey
The smell of sweat and sex permeates the room as the trio put on a truly delectable show for their leader and sensei.
Donnie cums first, gagging Mikey on his cock before spilling his seed down the back of his throat. The genius climbs off, ensuring Mikey swallows all of his load with a firm hand on his chin before he takes refuge behind Raphael, suckling on his neck and whispering in his ear to let him know how well he’s taking their little brother’s cock; how pretty he looks, there’s no one better than him. Each bit of praise garners little pants and groans from Raphael as he wobbles on Mikey’s dick, letting the younger brother do most of the work at this point.
When Raph reaches his climax he clamps down on Mikey’s cock with such force they end up filling the bulky turtle together; their mixed fluids dripping out of Raph’s plastron and over Mikey’s cock as they continue to frot through the last of their orgasm.
Having basked in his afterglow long enough, Raph stumbles off of Mikey, letting the youngest turtle's cock slip out of him, flopping limply onto his belly, fully sated. Donnie slumps over as his support moves away before being helped up by the burly turtle and dragged away with some mild grumbling about always having to carry him to bed.
Mikey is left a twitching, fucked out heap on the floor, his eyes drooping closed as he struggles to keep himself awake. The others slowly filter out, complaining of their exhaustion as they head back to their rooms. Leo stays behind, getting down to his knees and pulling Mikey into his chest while he cuts the zip ties from his wrists. They leave pretty purple bracelets on his jade skin in their wake. His arms fall limp at his sides as he falls back into Leo’s warm embrace, eyes slowly drifting closed as exhaustion overtakes him.