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Raphael’s Chains. Chapter III.

T.M.N.T. porn comics story: Raphael’s Chains. Chapter III.

Michelangelo has slipped his cock on the trapped turtle’s feet and was lovingly rubbing it along them. He had taken them in his hands and placed them on each side of his organ, holding them tight against it as he thrust against them with passion. They had such strength and delightful texture, he had forgotten the world around him and even Raphael himself. All he knew for that moment was the feet on his cock and the pleasure it brought him. And he knew that soon, he would release his jizz on them. He simply couldn’t resist them. And Raphael helped too, wiggling his toes, making the feet more alive and lovable. But like his brother on the side, he wanted to make the feeling last forever.

The bo wielding turtle was nearing close to the edge. His tempo had increased once more and could not be more frenetic, his ninja awareness forgotten in favor of the sweet lips Raph had wrapped around his cock. His own lips formed a silent moan, his breathing irregular and had deepened greatly. And finally, he could take no more and he shot his load into the captive’s now willing mouth. He felt his hot cream slip from him into his brother, who could only drink it avidly as it was forced down his throat.

Mikey became conscious of Donatello’s actions and could not remain insensitive them. He found it hot that the smart turtle would get so out of character and force himself upon their brother. He doubled intensity as he felt the feet along his cock, squeezing it as if it was trying to milk the hard and thick phallus.

And milk it he did. After one last stroke, Mikey crossed the edge as well and spat all over the dangling feet. He had more in him then Donny had and wave after wave creamed the feet he had loved so much, their just reward for all the pleasure they had brought the perverted turtle.

And then the orgasm subsided, but Mikey was no less satisfied of it. He fell to the floor, on his back, content of the experience, panting loudly with a smile. Donatello had remained standing longer, making Raphael clean up his love tool properly, but once he was done, the purple masked turtle had sat on the floor as well, leaning against the wall, recovering from the experience. It was over for them… for now. And yet Raph knew that this had only been an entrée and one more of his siblings would come to him.

Leonardo was done observing. His brothers had their fun and now, it was his turn. But he would not act impulsively, he wanted to Raphael to feel him psychologically before he felt him physically. Already his cock was standing erect and he walked around his aerially bound brother, as if tainting him with his scent. He pulled on some chains and put the rebel turtle back upright, his feet back on the ground. In this position, he could move him slightly and Leonardo pushed him towards the wall.

Raph understood what was happening but his strength had already left him as his two brothers had used him. But maybe Leo didn’t want to break him further, perhaps he wanted him to feel more aroused and needy by the situation. If so, the leader of the turtles had done his job well. Raphael felt attracted by the power and control emanating from Leonardo. During missions, he was always the first to criticise his methods, but now all he wanted to do was to give in to them. And he couldn’t, only Leonardo could make that call. All he could do was put his hands against the wall and spread his legs as much as he could. Maybe, if he was submissive enough, if he abandoned himself completely, he would get the chance of feeling Leonardo pounding inside of him,

As he saw Raphael spreading his legs and waiting to be taken, Leo couldn’t help but smile of satisfaction. He didn’t mean to be nasty, but he understood Raph enough to know how much being in this situation of powerlessness would bring him even more pleasure. He took a step and wrapped his hands around the captive’s chest, biting down on the turtle’s neck like a vampire marking his pray, not too hard but enough for it to be felt. He heard the captive take a deep breath and shiver, as if a mere touch from Leo was enough to bring him pleasure. The master wanted to own his slave whole, body and mind and for that, he needed to work more of his magic.

The captive could not see anything done to him, only feel it, like the bite in his neck. His mind was a blank as he felt his brother owning in such subtle ways, nibbling on the other side of his neck, passing his hands along his back, feeling every curve of his body. He felt a grip on his cock and a single stroke, a taunt but enough for him to grow wilder. Raphael thought that he might go mad if Leo didn’t take him there and now. His whole body cried out that desire, but his lips remained silent.

He had not expected his brother to be so sudden in passing to the act, but it was all part of the scheme to keep his guessing and without control. In one swift move, Leonardo grabbed the captive hips and penetrated him up to the balls in a single motion. His face screamed of pain, but there was no sound, just a deep breath in. Leonardo was still magnanimous however and didn’t want inflict too much pain, just play with his victim. He waited until his brother had settled to the new sensation and observed Raphael’s face. After a moment, the captive’s opened mouth closed and his eyes narrowed. He was ready.

Immediately realising this, Leonardo started thrusting with all of his might, pushing in his thick pole inside the tight orifice and sliding it out before thrusting once more. The turtle was merciless, pouncing as hard as he could, feeling the ring squeezing around his cock, ignoring any sound Raphael might make.

The rebellious turtle had his hands against the wall and his feet could barely brace against the ground. His rump bucked about as he was taken hard by his brother. He could feel him deep inside of him, poking his prostate, thrashing his insides with his relentless strength, every thrust unsparing and glorious. The other turtles had been weak in front of this sexual assault and Raphael couldn’t get enough of it. Had he some strength left, he might try to push harder against the ever penetrating phallus, but as it was he could only accept the lewd gift.

Leonardo needed no help, he could do all the dirty work himself. His legs were strong and his footing stable. Every push he made was precise and strong. To get better leverage, his arms had wrapped around Raph’s body and his hands laid on his shoulders which he pushed to molest the captive deeper. Every new stroke brought the familiar sensation to his loins, always greater, but Leo repressed it. He wanted to make the feeling last, to make the act last and show Raphael just how much he was being controlled.

Nearby, Donatello and Michelangelo were mesmerised by the sight. It was uncanny to see their leader in this state, fully taking control of Raphael’s body and the captive just taking it with unhidden pleasure. They were getting very hot at the right and now couldn’t wait until they were offered another chance to take advantage of their bound brother. And yet seeing the spectacle of Leonardo and Raphael like this, the two eternal rivals, was almost as good as living it. It only built the anticipation of more.

The already vigorous rhythm increased to an even more furious pace. Each thrust struck Raphael to his core, as if the feeling transcended his body into his mind. He was lost in the control his brother had over him. And with not even a cry out, the pressure became too strong to bear and the hanging turtle shot his load on the wall against which he was being taken. His cock sent out waves of warm semen without even a single stroke and Raphael loved every second of it. His tongue hung silly along his mouth and for the first time, a dreamful grin was on it. But the pleasure didn’t stop with his orgasm as Leonardo was still behind him, pumping furiously in his looser hole. But he knew his brother was close as well and before long, he felt the steam flow deep inside of him with one final thrust. He could feel every shot inside of him and it only added to his satisfaction.

Once over, the leader of the turtles fell backwards like his siblings had before him. He was a bit out of breath, but he knew it wouldn’t last long and soon his vigor would get back to him. And once his stamina came back, he knew Raphael would still be there to please him. After all, the night was still young. But for now, he opened the way for Michelangelo and Donatello to do what they wished once more, to their delight. Raphael, also out of breath, looked at them pleadingly unsure if he wanted to go on or rest, but he would have no word in the choice. And perhaps it was better this way.

The night was indeed young and hour after hour, the turtles took their usually arrogant brother in so many positions one would have had trouble counting them all. The chains had been removed and more comfortable accommodations were made available for the submissive ninja. The orgasms were not counted that night and the party only ended once everyone was satisfied.

They heard a clock ring in the distance, sounding the morning, but none of the turtles moved. They all laid on a common mattress, Mikey in Don’s hands, Raphael’s head between the inventive turtle’s thighs and Leonardo’s head laying on the red masked ninja’s stomach, his feet dangling near the smiling orange masked turtle’s face. They were all exhausted but completely satisfied of the experience. Raphael was now free, but he was far too comfortable with his brothers to leave and do anything else.

“Dude, that was some ride,” Michelangelo finally said.

“You said it Mikey,” Don simply replied.

“I told you we would be able to ambush you,” Leonard told the former captive. “You still need to develop a sixth sense for your surroundings.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I don’t have any regrets.”

None of them ever did. This had not been the first time one of them was captured without warning and taken all through the night and would be far from the last. It was the perfect mix of training and pleasure, even if they usually let themselves be captured. Each eagerly anticipated their next move, wondering who it would be. Such was life among the four ninja brothers and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End!

Author is Bahamut Dragons

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