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Raphael’s Chains. Chapter I.

T.M.N.T. cartoon porn story: Raphael’s Chains. Chapter I.

When Raphael finally woke up, his whole body felt heavy and he couldn’t quite make out the contour of objects in the dim light. Things were half dark and half blurry, but he would worry about that later; for now, he had more important things to worry about. His hands were tied to chains and raised above his head. If he had the energy, perhaps he could wiggle his way out, but something had drained him and he was still recuperating.

The decor was getting more precise by the moment, though not much brighter. Being that he travelled through the underground so often, he could recognise the décor enough to know where he was. The brick walls and ambient humidity were unmistakable and he also knew that the floor under his feet was stone as well, even though it was covered by a rug. He looked at his chains and saw them leading to levers which could be turned to loosen or tighten. If he had his sais, he might have been able to free himself, but he was naked. Even his shell had been stripped away from him when he was unconscious.

As he was about to stand to get better leverage on the chains, the turtle heard noise in the distance. Immediately, Raph fell inert, eyes closed, preferring to still play unconscious, the only trick card he had left in his repertoire. He heard the steps on the damp floor approaching. His head was still foggy and so he didn’t quite know how many there were, but he knew that they walked barefoot as shoes would have made a more distinguished sound. He could hear them chatting amongst themselves, whispering and laughing softly but the captive couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Awww, he’s still asleep,” a cheery voice said as they entered the room. There was some movement and the chains attached to his arms were pulled, stretching him a bit to get a reaction but Raphael did not want to give them the satisfaction. He felt his arms and muscles tense up from the strain and he forced himself to keep a passive face. After a while, the chains loosened again though his hands were kept in the air.

“Come on Raph, I know you’re not sleeping or unconscious. I can see it in your breathing.” The voice was familiar and the captive finally opened his eyes to gaze at his captors. He now knew what to expect as he saw the trio looking back at him. His own brothers.

“Good call Leo,” Donatello said. All three had an odd look about them, some kind of contained jubilation. Even though Leonardo kept a straight face, Raph could still see that their leader was very pleased. Michelangelo looked particularly cheery and didn’t try very hard to hide it. The captive knew that he was in their power and could feel that something was about to happen, something lewd. He pushed the thought from his mind for now however, as he had to concentrate on escaping the situation. His brothers smiled as he tried to push and pull against the chains to free himself, but in the end he had to concede that there was nothing he could do to fight back. All he could do was wait for his siblings to act. But now that they had him at their mercy, his brothers fully intended take advantage of it and taunt him, perhaps even humiliate him.

“So how are you feeling?” Donatello asked, the spark of amusement clear in his voice. “Comfortable I hope.” It was a half truth, which was more than the captive could hope for. His posture was uncomfortable, even now that he was standing, but he was a fighter and he was used to training in uncomfortable postures; he easily shoved the discomfort to the back of his mind.

The question needed no answer and Raph wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of a reply. “You know Raph, you were really easy to capture,” Michelangelo taunted, poking his friend on the arm with his index finger. The finger slid along the captive’s chest and up along his face. “Leo knew exactly how to keep you asleep until you were all chained up.”

“Watch out, I bite,” Raphael growled and Mikey quickly removed his hand and took a step back. Leo took a few steps forward, his arms crossed. His face remained expressionless, his eyes probing Raphael to his soul. “And you’re a coward,” the red marked turtle yelled at the leader. “You don’t even have the courage to stand up to me face to face!”

“We all knew you’re the best fighter Raphael,” Leonardo answered in a controlled voice, “but there’s more to vanquishing your opponent than fighting. We were thought by Master Splinter that using your mind to achieve victory is often the best offence. But you don’t listen, do you; if you had, you might not be in this situation.”

“I’m here because of you!”

“And I expect this to be… memorable.” Leo had never felt so imposing, standing with his arms crossed, flanked by his two other brothers, it was clear who had organised the whole thing. Raphael wasn’t surprised his two other brothers had followed him in his schemes, they had all wanted to get back to him for a long time.

The leader walked up to him until they were eye to eye. He leaned and whispered to his ear: “I can make this easy for you, if you’ll let me. I won’t gag you. But if you don’t cooperate…” His voice trailed off in a silent menace. Raph was under his spell and wouldn’t be able to fight back. He would behave.

Leo licked the side of Raph’s face and the captive flinched, but didn’t speak a word. The gesture was one of dominance, of possession. Raphael was whole in Leonardo’s power and he knew it and the captor wanted to make sure that he knew. He kissed Raph on his cheek and moved his hands softly along his brother’s chest, feeling his muscles. Leo’s breathing was controlled, but Raph’s was increasing in rhythm. There was an air of sensuality to the domination and somehow, losing all power made Raphael enjoy the act even more.

The leader took a step back and observed the chained naked turtle. Raph’s cock was still soft, but he knew the red turtle was struggling to keep it that way, to not show weakness. He nodded to his two brothers who approached Raphael as well, smiling at what was to come.

Michelangelo had none of the subtlety his brother had. He immediately fell to his knees and took the soft cock in his hands, breathing in the odor of arousal emanating from it. He gave it a kiss on the head and rubbed the cock on the side of his face, feeling it grow along his reptilian skin. Leo had made the rules quite clear: no sex whatsoever until he gave the signal. Leo was in control and Mikey would follow the leader. Which of course didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy the contact of cock against his face.

While the younger brother was mesmerized by the growing turtle phallus, Donatello was in the mood to tempt and torture, arouse but not offer release. He turned slowly behind Raph, whose eyes met his in a gaze of fear and anticipation. He stopped behind his brother and placed his hands on his brother’s chest, placing his stomach tightly against Raph’s back. He could feel himself growing erect and his cock rubbed against Raph’s crack, but he didn’t penetrate.

“How are you feeling now?” he whispered to his friend. “Powerless? Do you like this? Do you like being in our control? We can do anything with you, your whole body is ours for the taking. We can make you cum at a moment’s notice… or we might make you linger for the longest time, until you beg us to let you release.” He slipped one of his hands down Raph’s chest, to his stomach and the back of it rubbed against the pulsing cock. Donatello could feel Raphael shivering from the contact. But he did nothing more.

to be continued…

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