Leo and Raphael entered the kitchen and saw that Splinter and Donnie were at the table and that Mikey was at the stove. There was a pile of gifts on the table and the heavenly scent of bacon, cinnamon and eggs was in the air. Mikey was clearly cooking up a storm and there were large mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows on the table for himself and Raphael. It was the birthday boy's favorite drink.

Mugs of tea were on the table for Leo and Splinter and one containing coffee for Donnie.

But little did the family know that their mugs were spiked with a sleeping potion.

Raphael's mouth watered and his stomach rumbled. It smelled amazing and he couldn't wait to tuck in.

"Happy birthday, Raphael," Splinter said, rising to his feet and hugging his temperamental son. "Fifteen. I can't believe it. It feels like just yesterday that I was changing your diapers. I hope you have a fantastic day and many, many more."
"Thanks, Dad."

"I kind of remember Raphie in diapers. Wasn't his poo blue?" Donnie said.
"Donnie!" Raphael snapped and reddened.
"What? It was. It's uncommon, but nothing to worry about. It stemmed from something you ate or drank," Donnie said with a shrug.

"Enough!" Leo said. "It's Raph's birthday and it's breakfast. None of us want to discuss that, Donnie."
"Yours was also blue and sometimes green," Donnie said cheekily. "Wasn't that right, Dad?"

"What I remember is Raph wetting the bed until he was five," Mikey said, turning around. "That was so gross and his farts. Have you heard him? You can hear him a mile away!"
"Enough!" Leo said, seeing his mate flush and his eyes whiten in rage. "Stop embarrassing him!"

"Oh. That reminds me of the corn story!" Mikey said and grinned.
"Yes. We all know it, Michelangelo," Splinter said. "Enough. Let's eat and then we'll give Raphael his gifts."
"Raphie ate corn for dinner," Mikey continued, as he set a huge plate of choc chip pancakes on the table. "And then he had a huge poop in his diaper and was sitting in it, picking out the corn and eating it when Dad found him. He wasn't concerned and was just stuffing his face. We were asleep in other cribs, but Raphie broke the crib, because he wanted to get out. I don't remember that, but Dad told us later on. You're so dirty, Raph."

"I'm gonna kill ya," Raphael snarled, his green eyes flashing. "Ya know I hate that story, but ya bring it up at least once a week!"
"Raphael, calm down, my son," Splinter said, placing a paw on his shoulder. "Your brothers don't mean to upset you!"

"Yeah," Donnie said. "Sorry. I also have embarrassing moments, Raph, and so does Mikey. I'm sorry."
"Whatever," Raphael grumbled and he and Leo sat down.
"Can we start the day over?" Donnie asked. "It was my fault. I started it all."
"Fine, but if any of ya mention poop again, I'm gonna smack ya."
"Cool. Happy birthday, little bro. I hope it's the best one yet."
"Thanks. It already has been," Raphael said, helping himself to eggs, bacon and pancakes.

"Yeah. Happy Birthday," Mikey said and sat down.

The rest of the family tucked in to the feast.

"Thanks, Mikey," Raphael said and looked adoringly into Leo's eyes. "Leo went all out. He made me new sai, he gave me a new crime book and he bought me tickets ta the Knicks game tomorrow night. Can ya believe it? I'm gonna see them live. It's a dream come true. I'm so lucky ta have him as my mate. He's amazin'."

Mikey burned with jealousy and he thought, drink up, Raphie, so I can get on with my plans. He smiled inwardly, when Raphael took a large gulp of his drink and thought, it won't be long now.

"That's so cool," Donnie said. "It'll make my present small in comparison, though."
"BS," Raphael said. "I appreciate whatever I'm given and I'm grateful ta ya all. Mikey, this spread is divine. Thank ya. I know we've had bad blood lately, so thank ya for doin' it."

"It's no problem, bro," Mikey said. "It's your birthday and nothing makes me happier than seeing you and the family enjoying my cooking. Eat up. There's plenty more."

The family chatted about their plans for the rest of the day. April and Casey were coming over for a small party in the evening and Raphael was looking forward to it. He hadn't seen them in a long time and he was dying to find out what cake he was getting this year. Mikey made a different one every year. Raphael didn't care what it was, as long as there was caramel in it. It was one of his favorite treats and he'd sometimes polish off a tin of it in one sitting.

"Time to hand out the presents," Splinter said, as Mikey cleared the dishes. His eyes suddenly felt heavy and a strange sensation came over him. "I feel weird. What's…..?" His sentence trailed off, as his head fell forward onto the table, his eyes sliding shut.

"Me too," Raphael, Donnie and Leo said in unison, their heads slumping onto the table and their eyes closing.

"Yahoo!" Mikey declared and pumped his fists in the air in jubilation.

Mikey picked up his emerald skinned turtle, moaning at how heavy he was and took him to the designated meeting place.

XXXXX

"Here he is," Mikey said and dumped Raphael on the ground at Shredder's feet. "Take him away and do with him what you want. Oh. Today's his birthday. His fifteenth. You might want to give him a present. My family is sleeping, as planned and should wake up in an hour or so."
"You really are cold, Michelangelo," Shredder said, looking at the sleeping turtle. "A man after my own heart. Don't worry. I have wicked plans for this beast. Bebop, bring my pet. We need to leave at once."

"Yes, boss," Bebop said and picked up Raphael. "Damn. He weighs a ton."
"Yeah? Isn't he a lardass?" Rocksteady said and chuckled. "He'll lose weight soon enough with his new diet! Boss, do you think I could have a crack at the creature?"

"It'll be a toy for the entire compound," Shredder said. "Now hurry before those blasted other turtles wake up. It's been a pleasure doing busy with you, Michelangelo."

Michelangelo beamed, as he watched the villains carry their prey off to their pad. Raphael was gone and life was looking up. He had an explanation for Raphael's disappearance. Hopefully, his family bought it or he was in deep trouble.

Michelangelo headed back to the lair, made some hot chocolate, poured the sleeping potion into it and gulped it down. Then he waited for it to affect him. It soon did and he joined his brothers in the land of slumber.

XXXXX

Raphael woke up a couple of hours later, feeling groggy and something tight around his neck. What the fuck happened, he thought? The last thing I remember is eatin' breakfast with my family. He opened his eyes and noticed the room was pitch dark. What the hell, he thought? Did the lair's power go out?

He tried to remove the thing around his neck, but it wouldn't budge. It's a collar, he thought in alarm and it's probably got a lock at the back of it, so I can't remove it. It's chafin' my neck and I hate it. I ain't no damn animal. He tried to move, but quickly sat down when he realized that the collar was attached to a chain on the wall and that he'd choke if he attempted to go far.

Raphael's eyes soon adjusted to the dark and he picked out a trough of water near him, a bowl of pellets and a plate of fruit. This ain't the lair, he thought in panic. I'm in a cage or a prison of some kind, but how did I get here? Are the others here? I ain't no fuckin' animal. I'm a sentient bein' and I fuckin' resent bein' here! Fuck! Calm down, Raph. Yer brothers will find ya. Ya gotta just be patient. They'll find ya. They always do.

He looked down at himself and noticed that he was completely nude and that he was sitting on a mattress. Okay. Fuck being patient. He was naked and vulnerable now. Whoever had taken him clearly wanted to humiliate him, but who? Was it creepy Bishop, the wacko scientist, who wished to dissect his brothers and himself for experiments? Or was it someone else?

Heavy footsteps entered the room and a familiar voice said, "Good afternoon, my pet."

A shiver went down Raphael's spine and he instintively pressed his tail firmly against his body, fearing another onslaught.

Feigning bravado, as the villain peered down at him, Raphael growled, "So it's ya, ya fuckin' bastard. Shoulda known it."
"Hmmm. I believe it's your birthday today, isn't it, pet?" Shredder said and bent down. He cupped Raphael's cheek and said, "Your fifteenth, is it not? Michelangelo told me."
"Why the fuck would Mikey talk ta ya, ya fuckin' psycho?" Raphael hissed and turned his head away.
"Because we have an understanding," Shredder said and began to undress. "He hates you. I don't know what you've done to warrant that, but it must be pretty terrible."
"My bro would never make a deal with ya! Yer lyin'." Raphael yelled. "My bros love me no matter how much we fight and they wouldn't do that."
"Oh. I think not," Shredder said, undoing his fly, the sound of the zipper turning Raphael's heart to lead and his blood turning to ice. "Your brother spiked your drinks with a sleeping potion and then he gave me to you. That's right. Your brother betrayed you, Raphael. Your own flesh and blood and now you belong to me. I'm your Master, you're my pet, my little uke and probably the compound's as well. Be a good little uke and part your legs, so that I can give you your birthday present."

Hurt, betrayal, trepidation, misery and grief hit Raphael like a ton of bricks, as Shredder shoved him down onto the mattress, his warm breath tickling Raphael's neck.

Mikey betrayed me, Raphael thought, trying to fight back, but the villain was too strong and easily over powered him, pinning him down and forcing his legs apart. Mikey did this, so he could have Leo. I'm never gonna forgive him for as long as I live. Leo, find me. Leo, Leo. Leo, please find me. Leo!

Shredder thrust deep and savagely into him, causing him to shriek, his cries echoing throughout the compound.

Raphael squeezed his eyes shut, as the villain continued pounding away and prayed for it to be over soon. Every part of him hurt, but the worst hurt was the knowledge that his brother had sold him down the tube to their arch enemy, the man who'd violated him and broken him. And all because he was jealous that Raphael was with Leo. Some brother he was. He was wicked and Raphael hoped the others would find out about his deception before it was too late.

I would never do that ta Mikey or no one, Raphael thought wretchedly, as Shredder stabbed at his prostate.

A reluctant rumble rolled up Raphael's throat at the now pleasurable sensation and Shredder chuckled.

"You like that, my uke, don't you?" Shredder said. "That's right. Churr, my obedient pet. Churr and make those adorable noises for your Master. Good boy."

Raphael churred, feeling sick to his stomach that he was making those noises, but he couldn't stop himself. He didn't want it, but his body clearly did. He really was a weak creature, wasn't he? Leo would dislike him now if he saw him and he wouldn't want him anymore. With good reason. He was trash, Shredder's uke, a pet and nothing worth caring about.

Leo, Raphael thought. Leo. I'm never gonna see ya again, am I? Maybe that's a good thing, because I ain't gonna be the guy ya once knew. I'm broken, destroyed and nothin' can fix me. Nothin'. Mikey won and so did the Shredder. I'm irreparable.

Shredder fucked him relentlessly and when he'd finally finished, he pulled out, dressed and said, "Your food's in the corner over there, pet. Make sure you eat. I'm talking to you, pet. Answer me."

Green eyes looked at him and Raphael said in a broken tone, as cum dripped down his thighs, "Okay."
"Ah. No fight in you, beast?" Shredder said. "Good. I didn't think you'd crack so easily. I was convinced you'd give me hell, which you always did. Now you're just meek and pathetic, which is perfection."
"Ya won. Happy now?"
"No. I'd love Leonardo under my spell as well."
"Ya stay away from Leo. Please."
"Please? Wow. You're really so tame now, Raphael. Please. Haha. I'll do whatever I want. I don't take orders from you, a lowly slut, who can't even perform well. Get some rest. I'll be back tonight with some toys. You like toys, Raphael? You'll love these. Hahaha."

Shredder left, locking the door behind him.

A shattered Raphael lay down on his mattress and said, as tears ran down his face, "Leo, I wanna die from the shame and the brutality, but I'm gonna try and hang on for ya and yer love. Just find me before it's too late and I'm totally dead inside. Please. I can't take much more."

An unseen figure peered through the window at Raphael, having watched his entire torment undetected, and thought, that's just a kid. I know we have beef together, but that's just a kid. He belongs with his family and doesn't deserve all he's endured. I have to do something to help him.

A/N Who saw Raphael's torture? Will Raphael escape?