Raphael woke up five hours later, his ass and tail throbbing, like he'd been brutally rutted. It was a nightmare, he thought. None of it happened and I'm home in my bed and Leo's gonna be there waitin' for me ta wake up. Yeah. Just a nightmare. He tensed, hearing heavy breathing, and trying to calm himself down, thought, just Leo. Fearless was worried 'bout me and decided ta bunk with me and is holdin' me. Green eyes opened, Raphael sniffed the air and panic surged through him when he realized the being holding him wasn't Leo and stank heavily of sweat and musk, just like he did too and that his snout was smooshed into Slash's crotch, which reeked of his heavy musk. Feeling something around his neck, Raphael realized it was the collar. It was reality. His reality and he didn't want it at all. Raphael struggled, feeling a mixture of revulsion, shame and rage at being treated like a toy and collared like an animal, but Slash gripped him even tighter and grinned sadistically, as he cracked open his eyes and peered down at his prey.

"Hi, Raphie," Slash said. "Stop resisting and give in."

"Fuck ya!" Raphael hissed, trying to move again. "Let me go!"

"No and you don't really want to leave, Raphie. You churred loudly, as you bobbed up and down on my dick, being such a good little boy. A good slut. Such a cute slut. You were born to be impaled on my dick."

Raphael's nostrils flared in indignation and he sank his teeth into Slash, who howled in rage, picked up the turtle and threw him, his shell landing against the wall with a sickening crack. The emerald skinned turtle sank to the ground and grunted in pain. "You fucking shit!" Slash yelled. "How dare you bite your master! I'll teach you not to." The larger turtle began to rain down blows on Raphael, who held up a hand, trying to ward off the blows.

"Slash, stop. This isn't ya," Raphael said, trying to appeal to his humanity, his green eyes pleading. "Ya don't wanna do this. I know ya. Yer good and strong and brave and ya don't wanna do this. We're…brothers…Let me go and I'll forgive ya."

"Oh, but I do want this, Raphie!" Slash snarled, lifting a leg and bringing it down hard on Raphael's left leg, making him whine, drop his hands and clutch it. Raphael's face twisted in agony. He knew what the bastard had done. A dirty technique, rendering him incapable of walking, let alone escaping, by shattering his kneecap. He'd be trapped here forever and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothin' Raphael thought forlornly. "I probably shattered your kneecap, Raphie, and the tissue, which means you can't fight ever again or run. You're my prisoner and you have only yourself to blame," Slash shouted and backhanded Raphael across the face, making him wince. "Your fucking fault and I'm not going to treat it either. No need anyway, because all you'll be doing is sitting on my huge dick."

Raphael tried to crawl away, as unwanted tears streamed down his cheeks, pain coursing through him, but Slash picked him up as if he was a ragdoll, and tossed him onto the mattress, pinning him down with one hand, while he reached into a bag. Withdrawing a pink object he said sneeringly, ignoring Raphael's tears, "This is for you. Do you know what it is? It's a cockring. Perfect for my slut."

Slash began to rub Raphael's slit, ignoring his protests, and letting out a reluctant churr, as tears ran down his cheeks, Raphael dropped down, his dick immediately encased in the cockring. Snug and tight, Raphael knew what its purpose was. To deny him pleasure, stop him from cumming and to drive him mad and make him needy. He'd seen them on the net and had thought it might be fun to try with a girl, but not with the sinister Slash, a fucking boy. He wasn't gay, was he?

Slash beamed and said, "It's a perfect fit, Raphie. Pink is so your color, my little fag. You're a fairy now, Raphie, a little fag and you're going to sit on my thick, fat dick for the rest of your miserable life. I'll ensure you're fed. Not just on cum, but on proper food too. I'll bath you and take good care of you, but this is your life. Cum, cock, being used and abused. Man, if Splinter and your brothers could see you now, they'd be disgusted at how quickly you succumbed to my will. Strong willed, macho Raphael. Hah. As if. You're weak, Raphie. So very weak and pathetic and used. That's right. Oh, you're weeping? What a wuss you are, Raphie. Where the hell is your pride? Some warrior you are!" Slash mocked.

Raphael covered his head in his hands, thinking of his brothers and praying they never saw him like this. He couldn't take the humiliation. It was bad enough being jeered at by Slash, but if his brothers mocked him, Raphael couldn't take it. He clutched his leg, wincing. It hurt like hell and he knew he was effectively defenceless. If Slash tried to take him again, he was powerless. Raphael shuddered at the thought of being fucked again. He didn't want it, despite his body reacting the way it had done. He was straight, wasn't he?

As if reading his mind, Slash rubbed his own dick, wiped his jizz on Raphael's beak and his body, staining him again, forcing Raphael to breathe it in. Then Slash grabbed him and impaled Raphael onto his cock, ignoring Raphael's shrieks of terror and said, "Let's play. You like it, Raphie. Bobbing up and down, pleasuring your master, like a sweet slut. I wish Splinter could see you. He tried to tame you, but failed and I did in less than an hour. Less than an hour. Impressive. I've robbed you of everything you held dear: your pride, your strength and your fighting spirit. You're nothing but my cum slut. And your hole is getting looser. Perfect for all of my toys."

"No, no," Raphael sobbed, green eyes filling with tears and hating himself for being so wretched. He tried to wiggle, Slash's warm, massive dick filling him, hurting him and stretching him again, but Slash held him still with one hand.

"Sh, Raphie. It's going to be fun," Slash said and thumbed Raphael's tears away with his hand. "Quit bawling. You're behaving like a sissy, which you are, I know, but there's no need to, because I make you feel good. I understand you. No one else ever did. I know what you need. Me. And only me. You know that too. All you want and need is me."

"No. I don't want this, Slash. I…"

Slash began to bounce Raphael up and down, watching his head bobbing like a metronome, his dick rock hard cock straining against the cockring, as it began to leak, a clear sign the turtle was turned on, despite his protestations.

"Good boy," Slash grunted, going faster. Raphael's eyes grew glassy, as pleasure soon coursed through his body and he churred loudly, his cheeks flushed, his busted leg still throbbing. He knew it was, but instinct took over, making him forget about his leg and focus on the moment.

Raphael panted, his mouth open, churring louder, his heart pounding, bobbing up and down, Slash's dick penetrating deeper, stuffing him, feeling so warm, so full. Owned.

Why does it feel so right, Raphael thought? Is it my body betrayin' me again or do I really like it? Like bein' dominated and screwed by a boy. Why couldn't it have been Leo instead? If I had ta have been fucked by a boy, couldn't it have been by Leo? He'd have been…He'd never have forced me ta do stuff. He'd have been gentle and would have wooed me. Why the hell am I thinkin' of Leo that way?

"Argh!" Raphael moaned.

"Such a good slut, Raphie," Slash purred. "That's right. I know you love this. You like it hard and rough. My slut. I'm pounding you like the whore you are. Dominating and owning you and you love it. Such an obedient little boy. I'm so proud of you. Keep churring. There's a good boy."

Raphael churred again and Slash churred in response, trailing a hand down Raphael's plastron and pressing hard on his plates. He stroked Raphael's plastron, watching him.

"Arggh!" Raphael groaned at the new sensation. Slash's hands were rough, but they felt so good touching him.

"Churr!"

Raphael churred obediently and Slash sped up the pace. Raphael was a good fuck and he had loads of fun instore for him. Nothing pleasant. Slash was a kinky bastard and his eyes shone at the thought of all the abuse he'd inflict on his former master.

Slash came a while later with a loud growl, filling the smaller turtle with his seed, some of it running out of Raphael's hole and down his legs.

Slash pulled out and looked at a still flushed Raphael, who whined at the lack of warmth, and smirked. "I bet you want to cum, Raphie, and don't feel so bad, muffin. My cock will be back in you soon."

Green eyes met his and Raphael nodded, his cheeks red in embarrassment.

"Well, that's never going to happen. Not ever. I won't let you cum. The cockring will stay on. You'll never cum again unless I say so, because you belong to me and you do what I want. I am your master."

Raphael covered his face with his hands, ashamed, his cock still rock hard. He badly wanted to cum and it was humiliating being denied.

Slash removed his hands and chuckled at Raphael's expression. "Now you're shy? You weren't when you made those delicious sounds. Those sounds I pulled out of you, my peach. My precious, little peach. No. You churred happily and openly. You like this. You like and want me. You know your purpose. Sitting on my cock and pleasing me. You crave it. It's what you live and breathe for. Me," Slash said and bit Raphael's collarbone hard, making the smaller turtle mewl.

"N…no," Raphael stammered, but even to his own ears it sounded pitiful. He knew he was no longer the courageous warrior he'd prided himself on being. He was a toy. Slash's toy.

Slash laughed mirthlessly and said, "Always have to argue, huh? Well, I have a better use for your mouth. Withdrawing a pink object from a bag and shoving it into Raphael's mouth, Slash said, "Suck on the dildo and then we'll play. I'm still horny. Suck or I'll knock your teeth out and maim your other leg. Suck."

Humiliation surged through Raphael, as he began to suck, Slash forcing it down his throat inch by until he was deep throating it, preparing him. Raphael knew what for and a wave of nausea overcame him. He'd soon be sucking Slash's cock and he prayed he wouldn't choke. It was long. How the hell was he supposed to…?

His thoughts were interrupted by Slash rubbing his own dick and spreading his essence onto Raphael's beak and body again, marking him, and Raphael's nostrils flared, inhaling the scent. It was heady, intoxicating and his eyes grew hooded, as he drowned in it.

It's happenin' again, Raphael thought. The mind break. My instincts kickin' in and my body betrayin' me. Tellin' me I want this. I don't. I don't. Not really. I wanna go home.

Raphael's brain switched and sensing it, Slash chortled, picked up Raphael, placed him onto his cock and began to bounce him on it, enjoying the fact that two of Raphael's holes were stuffed and that his dick was forever trapped, as he desperately tried to cum, but knowing he never would again.

Raphael's eyes glazed over, his heart began to race and his dick leaked, straining against the cockring, as Slash repeatedly hit his prostate, and a deep rumble rose up in his throat, making his captor chuckle. The emerald skinned turtle loved it. His body had accepted it. Instinct always took over, no matter how hard one tried to fight it.

Before Raphael's mind blanked and instinct completely took over, he had a moment of clarity and thought, as Slash bounced him faster, this feels so good. My reality. Bein' fucked, abused, rutted, claimed, his scent all over me. Pleasin' my master and servin'and obeyin'. I love it and the warmth of his cock and his sweet, heavenly scent. Impaled on his fat cock. That's my purpose and the reason for my existence. My only purpose.

XXXX

Meanwhile, Leo woke up and was surprised to find himself in his bed, Donnie at his bedside. "Huh?" Leo said, blinking in confusion. "Donnie? How did I get here? I thought you were out patrolling?"

"That was hours ago, Leo. We found you unconscious on our way back and brought you home."

"Hours?" Leo said in alarm. "How many?"

"Six."

"Raphael," Leo said in panic, suddenly remembering his brother. "Is he okay? I went out to get us some snacks and was waylaid by Slash on the way home."

Donnie shook his head sadly and said, "Raph's not in his bedroom."

"Slash must have taken him," Leo said anxiously. "We have to find him. It's my fault, Donnie. I should never have left him alone. I had a bad feeling something was going to happen and…"

"Leo, get a grip. Blaming yourself won't solve anything. I've alerted April, Casey and the Mutanimals and as soon as it's dark, we're going to look for Raph. In the meantime, try and stay calm."

"But it is my fault! I should have stayed home. I…"

"You weren't to know that Slash, assuming it was him, would kidnap Raph."

"No, but I'm usually not wrong about my gut. Have you told Sensei?"

"Yes and Mikey too. We'll find Raph. Have faith."

"Do you think he'll hurt Raph? Is Sensei mad at me?"

Don's heart sank at the first question, his gut telling him yes. Slash had indeed hurt Raphael, because he'd stop at nothing to keep Raphael with him. "I think we should pray hard," Donnie said.

Donnie didn't pray, because being a scientist, he didn't believe in things like religion even, unless there was scientific proof. Leo's heart shattered into a million pieces, realizing that Don meant yes with the answer that he'd given and he let out an anguished cry. Donnie immediately hugged him and Leo thought, as tears ran down his face, if Raph dies, I'll never forgive myself. Never. I should never have left him on his own. Please let us find him and bring him home and please, please let him be okay.

A/N Thanks for the reviews. :) Will Raph's leg heal?