A/N The Shredder has captured Leonardo and things are not going as planned. M/M and mucho mature
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A fly was caught inside the fluorescent light overhead and the bug madly pinged around trying to escape. Oroku Saki narrowed his eyes at the sleeping turtle laying belly up on a lab table. It looked too peaceful. Clean. And, all the blood was gone.
Leonardo's head cracked to the side, absorbing the blow. There was no other reaction. Saki shook out his good hand and watched the enemy's cheek balloon out.
The Shredder checked his bad hand, the one with three fingers. The bandage needed to be changed. Blood seeped through where the ring and pinky finger used to be.
Teeth had gnashed. Bone and flesh had squelched. Saki had fallen to his knees screaming as the blood geysered out his hand. Before the morphine kicked in, the last thing he remembered was the white-coats wrestling his severed fingers from the animal's mouth.
"Sir?" Linoleum squeaked right behind him.
The Shredder whirled and slammed a man's face into the turtle's plastron. Almost. Almost. It was a medical technician. Saki jerked the man to stand and tapped on hard keratin a few times in annoyance. "It's called knocking."
Released, the man cowered. "I'm sorry, I'm supposed to, I need to check the creature's vitals."
"He's fine." Blood trickled out the mutant's snout.
"No, Sir, it's in a drug induced coma."
"WHAT?"
"Morrison tried to kidnap the turtle after it attacked you. But, the Elite caught him when he was loading the specimen on a truck."
"Why wasn't I told?"
"I believe you were in surgery, Master. Were they able to reattach?" The technician ogled Saki's bandage.
"No."
"I'm sorry. You should get some rest. The doctor said all we can do is hope he doesn't die."
"Where is this 'Morrison', now?"
"The dungeon, I assume; that's not my department."
"I don't care what your fucking job description is." Saki lifted the Foot Clan member off the floor. "I own you. Now, bring me the prisoner."
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"Morrison." The Shedder scrolled through the man's information. "Looks like you've been with The Foot six months, now. How are you liking it?"
A naked, blond man blinked at the run-of-the-mill question. His shaking hands protected a cold, wrinkly penis. "Master, forgive me, please. I needed money."
Stripping down trouble-makers was often all the encouragement they needed to be honest. Saki folded up his reading glasses. "I have a new job for you. So, if you want to live, I suggest you get that pathetic dick hard."
"What?"
Saki got out his phone and sat in a chair at Leonardo's feet. "Fuck its mouth, or, die."
The trembling man took an admirable amount of time to decide before grabbing his flaccid organ. Morrison presented something after a few moments, but then, became troubled by The Shredder's bloody bandage. Shaking his head. "Please, Master. I can't."
"Consider yourself lucky to rut something warm and breathing!" A beep from Saki's phone said he was recording. "Now, spit on his face."
The rabbit had nowhere to run. "No!"
"Action."
"Fuck!" Morrison chewed up some spit.
The Shredder watched through his phone screen, detached. He zoomed in. A glob landed on Leonardo's upper lip.
Saki's cock throbbed to get out of his dress slacks.
"Oh, Jesus, Mary." Morrison jolted back when feeling the mutant's breath for the first time. "I can't!" The man was a pussy. "Please don't kill me!"
Having sex on camera was daunting the first time. The Shredder paused the video and cut Morrison some slack. "So, you needed money?"
"Yes, my lord!" Relieved, he spilled to his knees.
"Who was buying? The Purple Dragons? The Mob? The fucking French Ninjas?"
"A chef."
Saki's laughter bounced around the room. "Really? Oh, that's nothing! You had me scared there for a second, Morri. How about this? I'll give you five thousand to fuck this creature's mouth until you ejaculate. Would that help you out?"
"He might bite my dick off!"
"I know!" The Foot Master showed three-fifth of a hand. "Six months or not you signed the contract, foot soldier, and, you stole from me. You will be punished. I hope you appreciate how generous I'm being here. Seven thousand."
Morrison's chest rose and fell. To pass the time before making a decision, he lightly tapped his cock on Leonardo's cheek. "Just its mouth?"
The awaiting spit on the turtle's upper lip dripped into its mouth
The camera beeped. "Just the mouth. Now, relax, Morri, don't think. And, follow to my direction."
"Yes, Master."
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A/N:
To be continued.
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