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Slash headed to some tunnels, where he'd set up home, and carried his prize to the grimy mattress that he'd salvaged from the rubbish dump. He sniffed Raphael, inhaling his musk scent and trailing his hand over the still passed out turtle's body and settling it on his tail. Raphael's perfect, he thought, stroking his tail and then thumbing his slit. I can't wait until my cock's buried deep into him where it belongs. My pet and my possession. He may resist now, but he'll soon be a docile wimp and accept that he was born to pleasure me. I can break him.
Raphael had slept without his gear and mask and Slash couldn't help admiring his naked body again. He was gorgeous and all his working out had paid off. Bulging muscles, toned legs, a rock hard butt, the ultimate crime fighter, but of course he wouldn't fight ever again. He'd be fucked and suck cock for the rest of his life. His world would consist of Slash and that's all he'd need and desire. He wouldn't even want to see his family ever again, being content that he was a slut and drinking all the cum he could get. He'd beg for it, beg to be used and abused, just a dirty, horny and weak slut. Slash rubbed his hands gleefully, placed a pink collar around Raphael's neck with a buckle at the back and attached it to a chain on the wall. Raphael could move, but not far or he'd choke himself. He settled down on the end of the mattress and waited for his toy to wake up.
An hour later, green eyes opened and studied their surroundings. Seeing Slash, Raphael panicked, his heart racing, eyes wide, a shiver running down his spine. He moved to get away, but the collar choking him, he sat down, his hands going to the thick collar, trying to remove it, but without success.
Slash watched his movements with amusement and said, "It's futile, Raphael. You can't escape. You're chained to the wall and there's no way I'm going to let you go. You're mine. The sooner you understand that, the better it'll be for you. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Choice is yours."
"Fuck you!" Raphael spat, his eyes blazing. "Let me go, Slash! Let me go and I might forgive ya someday!"
Slash laughed scornfully and said, "Nice try, but not going to happen. Make yourself comfortable."
"Get bent!" Raphael roared.
"Lovely choice of words there," Slash said with a sadistic smile. "But it is you, who'll be bent over with my huge cock buried in you. You'll love it, Raphael. You'll feel so good when you're stuffed and full of cum. My cum. It's your destiny. You can't escape it."
"My brothers will find me!" Raphael said, trying not to tremble at the thought of being fucked by the larger turtle.
"I wouldn't count on it. This is my temporary home. I reckon I can break you within three days and once you're broken, you won't care about anything else, but sucking cock and being fucked. You won't care about Splinter or Donatello. As for Leonardo and Michelangelo, well, they'll belong to me too and you'll fuck them as well, like the perverted slut I know you can be. Then we'll move elsewhere and we'll be a happy unit. My three sluts and myself."
"Yer delusional!" Raphael snorted contemptuously. "Ya can't break me and ya will never get Leo or Mikey ta do what ya want either!"
Slash leant down and unchained Raphael, but before the emerald skinned turtle could move, Slash had him cradled on his lap, facing him, his beak between Slash's legs. "Time for your initiation, Raphael."
Raphael panicked and tried to kick out, but Slash bit down hard on his collarbone, a domination technique, making the hothead whine. "Lie still, Raphael!" Slash ordered and smacked his butt hard. "You will learn to obey your master."
"Go ta hell," Raphael said, summoning up bravado. "Ya can't break me and my bros will find me and we'll…We'll kill ya."
"Sure you will!" Slash said and sneered, as he administered another smack, causing Raphael to let out another whimper.
"Slash, I don't want this. Ya can let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone," Raphael said, trying to negotiate. "I swear. Ya have my word. Just let me go and we won't talk 'bout this neither, buddy, okay?"
"NO!" Slash shouted, hitting Raphael's butt with such force the turtle almost jumped out of his skin. "I won't let you go. Not ever. You're mine. And I know you like brutality. You like it rough. I'm going to give you all you want, Raphael. Give in and accept it. You're my bitch, my slut. Mine."
"I'll never accept it. I ain't no one's bitch and certainly not yers. I hate ya."
Down went Slash's hand, smacking him hard and Raphael blinked back tears of frustration, rage and sadness. "Stop. I don't want this!"
"You do. You want to be hit, beaten and treated like an object and a sex toy. I've seen you look up BDSM on the net. Your fantasy is being owned, Raphael."
"BDSM with a hot fuckin' girl. Not an ugly beast, like ya, a boy. I ain't gay! Let me go," Raphael shouted, trying to ignore a painful bulge that had appeared and that was making his shell feel tight. He tried to ignore his straining erection and thought, why the hell does the smackin' feel good and turn me on somethin' fierce? Am I gay? Shit. No way. No damn way. I'm straight.
Slash sniffed the air and grinned, as he hit Raphael again. The emerald skinned turtle whined, and unable to control himself, dropped down, his cock leaking precum and pressing against Slash's legs. "My, my, Raphael. You're one excited boy, aren't you?" Slash said mockingly and sniffed the air. "You're turned on, my rose blossom. I knew it. I knew you would be. It was just a matter of time. Welcome to the party, turtle dove."
Raphael flushed in abject mortification and thought, fuck. What the hell's wrong with me? How could I be excited when I wanna get away so bad?
Slash rubbed a hand against his own cock, still keeping a firm hold on Raphael, and growled when he dropped down, his massive thirteen inch cock mere inches away from Raphael's face. It pulsed, thick veins twitching, precum dribbling down the shaft and Raphael's belly bubbled in dread. Fuck, no, he thought. No, no. I don't want this. I don't wanna be fucked and rutted. I don't wanna be his. Leo, Mikey, Donnie, find me. Please, Raphael thought, tucking his dick back into its protective pouch.
"My dick is thirteen inches and it'll stretch you nicely," Slash bragged. "You'll be impaled on it, like a good slut, and your new name is Raphie. Raphael's too macho for a weak dweeb. My pet, Raphie."
Before Raphael could comment, his beak was pressed against Slash's cock. It was warm and wet and cum dribbled down Raphael's beak, making him want to gag, Slash's musk and essence cloying and making Raphael want to vomit. It was overpowering, just like the large turtle himself, and he couldn't escape it, but he'd damn fucking try. He wouldn't give in. He was tough, brave and no one's bitch or pet. He tried to shift his head away, but Slash smacked his head and pressed it down hard, forcing him to inhale Slash's musk once again.
He won't break me, Raphael vowed. Won't let him. He can try, but he won't. No one can break me.
"You're not going anywhere, Raphie," Slash said firmly. "This is your home for the rest of your life. Your place, with your beak against my cock and me filling your hole. Mine." Slash lifted Raphael's head, smearing his jizz across Raphael's beak and his skin and Raphael whined, realizing that Slash's scent was all over him. Slash was claiming him, marking him and Raphael groaned in revulsion and tried to move again.
"No!" Slash yelled, pressing Raphael's head against his dick again. "Inhale your master's scent. Breathe it. Love it. It's the scent of a manly turtle. You're not manly, Raphie. You're a slut. Accept it. Breathe it in. Come on, boy. You love it. You want this, Raphie. You want dick, to be fucked, my jizz down your throat and in your hole. Come on, Raphie. Admit it."
Slash pressed his head again down hard and growled.
Raphael's nostrils flared, breathing in the heavy scent, which was starting to make him feel hazy and dizzy. Something shifted in Raphael's brain, and he thought, wow. He smells good. What the fuck's wrong with me? I ain't gay. I'm straight, but he smells so good. Strong and manly. What the fuck? His scent's makin' me feel funny. It's overwhelmin' me. Makin' me feel things I don't wanna feel. I'm straight!
"Good boy, Raphie. Keep smelling me. You love the scent," Slash said, wiping more jizz onto Raphael's beak. "Such a good boy, Raphie. My good boy. Smell. Drink it in. Good boy. Your Master's so proud of you."
Warmth pooled in Raphael's groin, his eyes glazed over, as the scent took hold of him. Slash looked at him, laughed and said, "I knew you'd succumb to it. You want to be dominated by me. Such a good, obedient boy. You're responding so well. Three days. Fuck. It took you less than an hour, Raphie. Maybe you were gay all along. I think you were. It just took me to make you realize it. Keep smelling. Don't stop.
Raphael didn't want it, but his mind was blanking, his cheeks were flushed and he let out a churr, his body clearly betraying him and wanting it. What the hell, he thought? I ain't gay. I don't want this, but I can't tear myself away. He smells so good. So fuckin' amazin'. So hot.
He wanted to talk, but his mind was turning to slush. All he could think about was how warm and wonderful Slash's cock was and how incredible his scent was.
Slash chuckled and said, "You're appreciating it, Raphie. Good boy."
Raphael didn't answer, his heart racing, as he sniffed, his nostrils flaring again. Breathing in Slash's scent, obeying, the scent driving him crazy. His dick dropped down, pressing against Slash's legs and the larger turtle chortled.
"Such a good boy, Raphie. You're doing as I want. I might go easy on your brothers. Keep smelling."
Slash removed his hand, but Raphael, lost in the scent, didn't move. He only moaned and inhaled the intoxicating scent again. His master's scent.
Slash grinned like a Cheshire cat, turned Raphael around, rubbed his own cock and impaled the emerald skinned turtle on it, stretching his hole, like he'd promised.
Warmth filled Raphael, as he was stuffed good, and he hissed at the unexpected penetration.
Slash ignored his discomfort, thrusted hard into him and began bouncing him up and down, laughing; loving that he was dominating Raphael, his former master. That he'd broken him so quickly. He'd expected more of a struggle. Life was full of surprises.
Raphael groaned in pain, but the moans soon turned to ones of pleasure, as Slash repeatedly stabbed at his prostrate, and he churred loudly, his face flushed, his eyes hooded, smelling Slash's scent everywhere.
Slash's thrusts grew more savage and he grunted, "You're so tight, Raphie. Love fucking you! You're owned, Raphie. Mine. Mine!"
Raphael bucked his hips, his heart racing, churring even louder, lost in his pleasure, his eyes riveted on his master.
Slash nipped his collar bone and Raphael mewled, but he didn't try to move away. Didn't want to. It felt so good. All of it. Slash's scent, his dick buried deep inside of him, being owned. Maybe he'd been gay all along. It felt right. So right.
A deep rumble escaped Slash's lips and he said, "You're mine, Raphie. Mine." He bounced Raphael harder on his cock until he finally came, shooting his essence deep inside of the smaller turtle, filling him up with his warm seed, some of it oozing out of Raphael's hole and down his legs. "Say it, Raphie."
"Yers," Raphael said mechanically, his own dick leaking, as he came. "Yers."
"Yours, what?
"Master, I'm yers."
Slash pulled out and said, as he turned Raphael around to face him. "Such a good boy. We're going to be very happy together. You're mine for all eternity, my good boy. I fucked you good and you loved it. I knew I'd tame you and I did. You're mine and soon your brothers will be too."
Before Raphael could comment, Slash pressed him down into his crotch, shoving his beak against his cock and keeping him down with his hand. "This is how you'll sleep, Raphie. With your beak against my cock where it belongs. No more crime fighting for you."
Exhausted, confused and his ass throbbing, Raphael had no choice, but to obey. His nostrils flared, his eyes glazed over again, as he inhaled his master's heavy scent, breathing it in deeply and Slash smiled.
"You're home, Raphie. You belong with me and you like my cock. I broke you. You don't need anything else but me. I'm your world, your universe. You exist to pleasure me. That's your job. You love everything about me. My smell, my cock, me inside of you."
"Master, ya feel so incredible," Raphael whined, enjoying the warmth of Slash's cock, which felt wonderful.
Recovered, Slash turned Raphael around again, rubbed his cock, impaled Raphael on his cock, smeared his fluids on Raphael's beak and bounced him up and down. "We're not sleeping yet. I changed my mind. I'm fucking you again, Raphie. I'm still horny."
Slash fucked him hard and deep. Raphael churred, his heart pounding, his nostrils flared, taking in the intoxicating scent, his own dick leaking again and cum running down his thighs.
A while later, Slash gave one last thrust, ejecting his hot essence inside of Raphael, filling him once again.
Pulling out, a spent Slash said, "You're owned, Raphie."
Slash turned Raphael around and pushed him into his crotch, his beak firmly against his cock, smiling at Raphael inching closer to take a deep whiff of his scent. Why am I doin' this, Raphael thought? Why do I wanna? Why did him fuckin' me feel so fantastic? Why do I want this? I wanna fight. I feel I should, but I also don't wanna, because it feels so right bein' here like this. Like I belong. I love his cock and his scent. Holy shit, Raphael. Did ya just say that? But it feels natural. Why?
"Good boy, Raphie. I knew you'd like my cock. Breathe it in."
Raphael took a deeper whiff, his eyes hooded again, drowning in his master's heavenly scent that was now so comforting. He was content and so tired.
"Sleep, Raphie. You'll learn how to give a blowjob tomorrow, my pet. Sleep."
Raphael yawned, sniffed again, closed his eyes and thought, I'll fight tomorrow. I'll try. Too tired now. Am I really gay? I can't be. I've always liked girls. I…He never finished his thought, because he was soon asleep, his tail relaxing and dropping down.
Slash beamed and thought, he's mine. I broke him. I expected more of a challenge, but I'm so happy. He's finally mine and I'll never let him go.
A/N Thanks for the reviews. :)
Has Raphael really been broken or will he fight again?