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Raphael’s Chains. Chapter II.

T.M.N.T. cartoon sex story: Raphael’s Chains. Chapter II.

Both turtles backed away from the captive. Raphael looked helpless now, frustrated, his cock standing erect craving for attention. His body was tense and shaking, his hands squeezed in fists, his respiration rapid and deep. His hips bucked in the air but he had nothing to connect to. Like a master of ceremony, Leonardo took a step forward.

“You are in our power. If you want release, you are going to do exactly as we say. You don’t get to ask questions, you don’t get to refuse. If we ask for something, you say “Yes master.” Are we clear?”

Raph felt reduced to a shell of his former self. His brain was clouded by his arousal and by now, all he wanted to cum blissfully. But twist as he might, there was no satisfaction for the horny turtle.  He understood the situation all too well and knew that refusing would only lead to more arousal and frustration until he caved under the pressure. He lowered his eyes to the ground and he answered in a whisper: “Yes master.”

“I didn’t hear you slave,” Leonardo said, his own voice strong and contrasting to Raph’s. The chained turtle had a sarcastic reply ready to go, but wisely decided that it would only make things worst.

“Yes master,” he repeated, this time a little louder. Leonardo was satisfied and he snapped his fingers. With Raph now broken under their will, the turtles were free to let loose their inhibitions on him. They had already called dibs before they had entered the room. They lowered the chains, enabling Raph to fall on his knees. Just the position they wanted him to be in.

“Suck my,” Donatello demanded. He balanced his hardening cock on his brother’s face, slapping his cheeks. Raphael still had his hands stuck in the air and so could only open his mouth and approach his head to the shaft. Donatello immediately placed his hands on the back of his head and thrust forward, gagging the combative turtle a little before retracting slightly. He would give him no chance, because if the positions were reversed, Raphael would give him none either. And oh… it felt so good to feel his warm mouth on his shaft.

Michelangelo was after a different kind of action. He had already mentioned it to his companions before the evening and everything was ready for him. Leonardo and he went to each of the wheels holding the chains attached to Raph’s arms, took another chain from them, threw them over a pipe and let them fall near their slave, attaching them to his ankles shortly after. Raphael did try to see what was happening but Donatello wouldn’t let him. He just thrust more furiously into his brother’s mouth.

Once the braces were attached, the other two turtles pulled on them, raising the legs about eighteen inches off the floor. Raphael was now completely helpless, held above ground and could no longer say no to anything his brothers would ask. And deep inside of him, he loved it.

“He’s all yours Mikey,” he said. Then, looking at Don still pumping furiously in his bro’s face, he reiterated: “Well half of him is yours.”

“It’s all I need,” Mikey said with excitation. He approached Raph and admired the captive for a moment. Previously, he had rubbed his face against the turtle’s erect cock, but now he would get much better. He took another step and kneeled to Raph’s airborne feet.

Delicately, he placed a hand on the right foot, touching it, feeling it at first with the palm of his hand. With his finger, he felt the contours of its shape. For a brief moment, he gave the turtle a foot massage, stroking his thumbs along the cavity, the ball, and the toes. The gesture was simple and shouldn’t have brought such an intense feeling to him, but it did. Michelangelo loved feet, he loved to touch them and feel them. He suddenly took Raphael’s two feet them to place them along his cheeks, rubbing them along his face, a large smile garnishing it. He was happy just like that, a simple and certainly unexplainable happiness. The texture along his face was delectable and his cock was rising to the occasion from it.

Raphael didn’t quite understand what was happening: he felt assaulted by too many stimuli. On one side, he was meant to pleasure Don with his mouth and he was doing his best not to disappoint, strolling his rugged tongue all over the shaft and inside the skin on the head, all as he was jammed in and out of his orifice. If he could, he would have used his hands to pleasure Don as well, but they were tied and he had to make the most of what he did have.

On the other side, he could feel Michelangelo caressing his feet in a surprising fashion. He seemed to have developed some love for that part of his anatomy and didn’t quite know how to react or feel about it. He kept them as loose as he could, letting Mikey guide them as he wished. He could feel his cheek and chin, followed by his strong neck, his bulk chest and lower to his stomach. And then his feet touched what could only be the young turtle’s erect penis and he felt it rub between his two feet. It boggled his mind to be like this, and he knew that there was still one turtle who had not entered the fray to use his body as he desired.

He could feel the eyes of the true master on him, Leonardo, observing his companions and silently waiting for his turn, arms crossed and leaning against the wall. He now had a grin on his face which joined with the lacklustre lighting gave the turtle an eerie look. The smile was full of promises however: it said that Leonardo would take Raph on his own and would make the others’ actions seem petty. A shiver went down the rebellious turtle’s spine as he realised how much he loved being used and losing control, a direct contradiction to who he usually was.

Donatello did not know what Raphael was thinking, and in truth he didn’t care. He continued shoving his thick cock down the rebel turtle’s throat, pushing the head down on it for each thrust he gave. He could feel the pressure building up in his gut and tempered his tempo a little. The smart turtle wanted to made this last for as long as he could, not only the feeling itself but the knowledge that Raphael was under his control.

to be continued…

Author is Bahamut Dragons

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