An exhausted Tyler and his colleagues were thrilled when they saw a hut at 2:34 a.m. Their mission had been an epic fail so far. All they'd seen were a couple of rabbits they'd roasted over a campfire to try and satiate their rumbling bellies. Not enough and still famished, Tyler hoped the cabin had some food. There, they could recharge their batteries and then set out again as soon as night fell, but he knew there was the possibility that humans could reside at the cabin and they had to be eliminated first.
"There won't be any humans at the cabin," Luke said. "The caretaker's gone home for Thanksgiving and won't be back until next week. I was reading up on the website on the way here."
"Foolish how they make that information public, but whatever," Fishface said. "Let's get some grub, man. There's bound to be something."
"You're always thinking about food," Baxter said irritably.
"I can't help it. I haven't eaten in ages!"
"None of us has," Luke said. "Not since an idiot dropped the bag of food in the lake! Gosh. I wonder who that person was," he added sarcastically.
"Hey. I didn't mean to," Hun said. "It was an accident!"
Tyler rolled his eyes and thought crossly, this is what I live with on a daily basis. Idiots, who never stop arguing. Sometimes I wish I could tear them to shreds. I'm tired of the sniping and backbiting. Is that Turtle worth enduring all this shit? I could just as easily make a dash for my freedom now and no one would run maybe.
But images in his mind of a submissive Raphael pinned beneath him, his dick in Raphael's hole and the delicious noises he knew Raphael would make, as he was savagely taken made him rethink his plans.
No, Tyler thought. I'll take Raphael, fuck him hard, train him and then I'll take my leave.
"You morons can fight later," Tyler said angrily. "We need to find shelter, as dawn will break in a few hours' time and we can't run the risk of a potential human seeing us. Come along!"
The villains slowly made their way across a frozen lake.
XXXX
They reached the cabin and cautiously entered it, their footsteps soundless, their darts ready in case there was a human, but all they saw were two sleeping Turtles snuggled against each other, serene expressions on their faces.
Tyler's breath caught when he recognized the one Karai had called Raphael. Emerald green with striking green eyes and toned arms. He was extremely ripped. Tyler's eyes raked over Raphael approvingly, taking in his handsome features and wondering what was beneath the blanket that was draped over Raphael and his brother, whom he guessed was Leonardo due to the blue mask. He guessed Raphael was as ripped with his legs and thighs.
He's beautiful, Tyler thought in awe, heat flooding his groin, as he continued gawking at Raphael. Truly exquisite. I've never seen anything like him before. I bet he's as stunning underneath the covers. I can't wait to find out and learn everything about him. What makes him tick, his passion, how to make him lust and yearn for me, a superior being. How to twist him into what I want and to strip him of everything. He's the most magnificent being I've ever seen. Yes, he'll do very nicely. I will possess him. I will own his soul, his mind, his body. My beast. My gorgeous pup, bottom crawler, pet. Mine.
Tyler raised a finger to his lips indicating to his men to stay silent. Then he pounced on the Turtles, swiftly biting each in the neck with his razor sharp teeth.
Leo and Raphael immediately woke, eyes flying wide in terror, as the venom entered their bloodstreams and their eyes landed on their enemies.
"W-what the fuck are ya?" Raphael asked, trembling, as Tyler approached him and then caressed his plastron with a long talon, his eyes predatory and hazy with lust. "I ain't never seen ya before. Man, yer so ugly. Is that drool? Ew. Back off, creep!"
"Leave him alone!" Leo snarled, his eyes flashing, trying to protect his brother and petrified at the look the new and enormous villain gave Raphael. One of want and desire. "Leave him. He's not yours!"
Leo tried to hold onto his brother, but the poison made his arms feel like lead. He dropped them at his side, watching in horror as the Komodo dragon licked his lips and then smiled malevolently. The rest of Leo's body felt like lead too and he knew he was powerless to help his brother against this fearsome mutant, because it was clear what the mutant wanted. His brother.
"Yours, huh?" Tyler said, his hands roaming lower, settling between Raphael's legs and then stroking his slit, where he knew his dick was contained, making the volatile turtle whimper. "No matter. He won't be for long. My venom and I can be very persuasive. Let me explain. My venom can reduce one to a sniveling beast, who wants to be used and abused, a mere thing, a toy for me to use and to have fun with as I please. It also brings out the true personality of someone. By that mean, I whether they're a sub or an Alpha and it's permanent. I have no interest in you, Leonardo, so your body feels like a solid weight, but he is a different story. Your glorious brother enthralls me. My my venom is making every inch of his body tingle with want, desire and lust for me and for me alone. He can't move and fight back, because the poison has rendered his limbs useless, but his body will react to my touch and produce his sweet and natural nectar. It will be wonderful to witness and know that I made him do that. Me, his universe."
"You're psycho!" Leo spat, his eyes blazing.
"I'm just taking what I want," Tyler said with a shrug. "And giving him what he really needs. I'm doing him a service actually. Well, both of us. I am his Master, his Dom, his superior. He's a bottom crawler, who only exists for pain, for pleasure and for whatever I choose. You can't stop it. It is his destiny. The venom is only necessary for probably a month. Then he'll be so broken, so ashamed, he'll willingly submit his body, his soul, his essence to me. It's worked before on countless others. It will on him. I will enjoy it very much. I may be repulsive looking, but that won't matter when your brother embraces his servitude. All that will matter is me."
Every part of Raphael felt like he was on fire, his groin flooded with heat, want, lust, desire. Never had he felt so alive, so hot, warm and so frightened. Not even with Slash. What had happened with Slash was tame compared to what he knew this monster would do. He would never recover and he would not want to. He'd met his match and was doomed to a life of servitude and submission. What was he? A bottom crawler? How disgusting. That wasn't his destiny surely? Fate couldn't be that cruel to be forced into that again. What had he done to deserve this? He'd tried his utmost to be a good son and brother. Why was the universe against him? Why? And why did Leo have to see him at his most vulnerable state. Why? The person he admired most. What would Leo think of him? What would the family think if he willingly submitted to this freak? The answer cut him to the core. They would loathe him and truthfully he wouldn't want to be around them and see their condemnation in their eyes. He'd rather be locked in a prison with his new Master.
Tears ran down Raphael's cheeks and he couldn't help moaning in terror, as Tyler gently rolled him off of Leo and then once again stroked his slit, searching for his hidden dick.
"You sick fuck!" Leo growled, watching his vulnerable brother quake. "Why? Why do you want to do this? Back off now! Leave him and take me!"
"My reasons are none of your business," Tyler spat, speeding up his strokes and watching in delight, as Raphael's thick and purple dick unsheathed and dropped into his hand, precum already glistening on the head. "My, you're a beauty. My beauty. My beast. Mine. I've never seen anything quite like you. I will enjoy owning you. I reckon you're ten inches. Guess what? I'm twelve inches and it'll stuff you nicely. I bet you'll love that. I see you're injured. I'll heal you. Then you'll be right as rain for all I have planned."
"I don't want this," Raphael said and groaned, fresh tears springing to his eyes, hating how good it felt and how much he secretly wanted it. He wanted the degradation, to cum, to release, to please his Master ."Please. I've already been through hell. I can't endure more. Stop! My busted shell hurts too. Fuck. Just stop."
He growled, but it sounded pitiful even to his own ears. What the hell! He was courageous, a warrior, fearless, so why the hell didn't anyone take his threat seriously? Right. He was lying on his broken shell, as he was molested and he wasn't exactly fighting. That's why. He was doing what they wanted. Fuck. He was an Omega. Leo was wrong. He was an Omega and he couldn't change that, because that was his true personality.
The other villains laughed at Raphael's humiliation. It was a turn on to see him so degraded. So different from the warrior and snarky guy he'd been in battle. It suited him and they had no doubt that Tyler would soon turn him into a meek and compliant slave. Exactly what Raphael, the bottom crawler, pup or whatever demeaning name Tyler chose deserved.
Raphael whined, as his body seemed to have a mind of its own, the heat becoming unbearable, the pressure in his groin so devilishly good. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have some release? Just some, right? It didn't mean he was a slut. It was the venom and not his fault. No. He couldn't do that. He had to fight somehow. Had to, but damn it was amazing. No. It shouldn't be. He was being violated with his brother and enemies watching, so how could he possibly enjoy this public humiliation? How could he let himself be treated like a sex object? He had to resist, but the hands felt so good, as they expertly stroked him and tried to please him. Ah. How could he fight this? It was so challenging.
I have ta. I ain't merely a pleasure slave, a slut, somethin' ta humiliate, Raphael thought. I ain't, am I?
Leo shut his eyes and tried to block out Raphael's mewls. He couldn't bear seeing his macho brother treated like a sexual object, a toy. Couldn't stand being unable to defend his brother. It was his job and he couldn't do it. All he could do there was lie there, as Raphael was molested and humiliated and their enemies reveled in and snickered at the sight.
The ruthless and constant stroking excited and terrified Raphael. He churred unwillingly, as his body gave into the unwanted assault, instinct taking over, his eyes glazed over from the pleasure, his arousal evident, cock rock hard and throbbing, as he released his pheromones, his musky and spicy scent permeating the air.
Tyler sniffed the air and said, "He's aroused and smells incredible. Those sounds he makes are so adorable. Too cute, my pet. You really are precious. It's working wonderfully. I knew it would. That's it, creature. Give in, submit and show me what you're made of. Show me the real you and not what you pretend to be to others. You're perfection personified. Look at your muscles, your toned legs, thighs. I'm salivating," Tyler said, drool falling onto the Turtle's plastron and making him recoil.
I don't want this, Raphael thought miserably, as he panted, his heart racing, his stomach tightened in knots. I wanna fight, but I can't. My body's on fire. All I wanna do is cum, spill my load and please my Master. What? I ain't no pet. I'm Raphael. Damn it. I don't want this. I gotta fight. Gonna try. Raphael, yer gonna be his if ya don't. Do ya really want that? No. Yes. I don't know. No. Yuck. He's so gross. At least Slash was a Turtle. He ain't even my species!
"Boss, he needs more stimulation if you're trying to make him cum," Baxter said, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the idea. "Dual stimulation. I hate the thought, but I'll gladly do if it'll humiliate him more."
Tyler turned Raphael onto his side with one hand, while still pumping him with the other.
Baxter got onto his knees and licked and sucked Raphael's puckered hole, making slurping sounds, the gland twitching, Raphael trying to cover it with his tail, obviously in discomfort and also indignant at the touch.
Baxter pushed Raphael's tail aside and resumed licking, his tongue soon dipping in and out of the exposed hole and finding Raphael's prostate. That delicate walnut size lump that brought infinite pleasure.
"Nghh!" Raphael rumbled a few minutes later, as the pressure in his groin was too much and the added stimulation to his prostate now had him seeing stars. "Ngggh!" he bellowed in shame and in ecstasy, as load after load of cum splattered over his plastron, Tyler's fingers, down his thighs on the floor and even underneath Leo's body.
I have never cum so much before, Raphael thought fearfully, his body shaking with the orgasmic afterglow. Never. It was so good and so wrong. I didn't want it. I truly am trash now. Filth. What will everyone think, now that I put on such a show and so willingly? Maybe it was the venom now, but what if I really do submit willingly without coercion and venom? How could I recover from that? I'm done now, ain't I. Can't be no cum left. I hope Leo didn't see me. Oh, Leo. And Mikey? I hope he didn't hear me.
Raphael was wrong, as he came again and blew another load over Tyler's fingers. His cheeks flamed, he realized his hole was also sopping wet, fluids dripping out of it and down his legs. He was disgusting, tainted, soiled and owned.
"My, you're so potent and you self-lubricate too," Tyler said and smiled. "How amazing you are, my pup. I'm so pleased." He licked his fingers and added, "You taste fantastic. You did so well. Congratulations. You have so much potential. Don't cry now." He dropped the spent and sobbing Turtle's dick and then stroked his cheek. "I'll take care of you, my weakling. You'll lack for nothing, as long as you listen. Sh. I have you. I know some of your most intimate places. It will be fun learning where else you derive pleasure. You're still soaked," he said, turning Raphael onto his plastron. "Damn. You smell so good, my Omega, my bitch. Yes. You're a prize for sure."
Tyler lapped the juices dripping out of Raphael's hole and to his immense shame the poor Turtle came again in another body shattering orgasm that made him weep when it had subsided. Tears of rage, helplessness, indignation and immense shame.
All I keep doin' is cum. I fuckin' don't want it, Raphael thought dejectedly. Just one touch and I leak like a faucet. Is that the venom's work too or is it my body's?
"How old are you?" Tyler queried, turning Raphael over again and placing a hand on his tail, making his heart hammer. Raphael was so sensitive there and he knew he could explode any moment again. He didn't want that. Not again. He'd already cum more than he ever had and he was drained. "You look young and the way you react to my advances shows inexperience," Tyler said, removing his hand and then nuzzling his cheek against Raphael's. "Something I haven't told you is that you're now extremely sensitive to touch. The slightest touch will make you cum. Good for me. Not so much for you right now, as I imagine it's embarrassing, but that'll soon change. You'll love making cum for me, my baby boy. You'll make loads and loads of it that I can use for whatever I want. You'll also love my cum, but we won't do that yet. You've done enough for one night."
"Fifteen," Raphael choked out, noticing Leo's eyes were closed and grateful that Leo hadn't seen him at his most wretchedness. "I don't like cummin' so much It's degradin' and sordid. Make it stop."
"Ah. So young and inexperienced. Never mind. I'll teach you all I know and I'll be all you need," Tyler said, ignoring his pleas. "I am so proud of you. Has anyone ever told you that before, baby?"
Panic, abject fear and also unwanted pride tore through Raphael at the praise. Someone was proud of him? Really? All he'd done was cum and act like a wanton slut. Was that really something to extoll? And why did that make him feel good in a way he didn't want? Praise he'd always wanted and never got from his dad and especially from Leo. Praise he desperately craved and here this vile mutant was giving it to him. Him, who'd never felt good enough and who'd felt he had nowhere to belong. Why did that praise make him feel warm and fuzzy inside? It was false flattery, sure, like what Slash had said to him, but it was flattery all the same and he wanted the praise. Needed it. He was sick, wasn't he for wanting and for having enjoyed the abuse?
"No," Raphael admitted, tears running down his face. "No one has. I've always felt alone. Craved praise and never received it. Always felt like an outcast and unwanted."
Why did I tell him that, Raphael thought despondently? Obviously he'll use the knowledge against me. How could I open up like that ta that psycho?
Tyler nodded and said, "Then we're a lot alike, but you are wanted now, beast. Just submit and free yourself from those who don't appreciate you. They don't deserve you." He licked Raphael's face, making his heart race. "They never have. I will give you a home, shelter and a place to belong and I will give you a purpose. Your true purpose."
"I wanna go home," Raphael begged, ignoring his words. "Please. I just wanna go home ta my dad and ta forget this ever happened. Please. I'm only a kid and so is Leo. Ya don't want us. Not really. How can we possibly be of use ta ya?"
"No. I don't want both of you. I told you that."
"Then leave Leo and just take me. I'll do what ya want, okay? Just leave Leo alone. He don't deserve nothin'. Ya won't take him, ya hear me?" Raphael said angrily, green eyes flashing, trying to summon up bravado.
Everyone chortled, not threatened at all.
"On the contrary, I might not want Leonardo, but I'll take him for now," Tyler said. "I may find a use for him. You're so passionate and protective, pup. I like that. You have fire, but that won't last long. I will take you, use you, strip you of everything, your passion and everyone you love. You'll grow to welcome my advances. You'll blindly obey my every order. Your eyes will be dead and soulless, your spirit broken forever. I will possess you in mind, body and soul. The process has begun. You'll either disregard the shame you feel now and accept it as as something out of your control, because it is or you'll self-destruct. The choice is yours. You can wallow from shame or accept your new role. There is no hope for you. No other life than as my pet. The sooner you embrace it and get past your shame, indignation and foolish pride, the better it will be for you! It won't be all bad, as you'll get pleasure if you behave. Mind-blowing pleasure that's better than what you had today. Pleasure that'll be worth all your suffering. As for my intentions beyond being my slave, you'll find out soon enough."
"I'll never submit ta ya willingly and ya won't break me," Raphael hissed. "Now was just lucky, ya jerk. I'm a fighter and an Alpha in my own right."
Tyler snickered, licked the pulse on Raphael's neck and said, "Hmm. You're delicious. I love it. You're glorious. Mine. You're wrong. The process has begun, like I said. You'll crumble, you'll shatter and you'll be mine completely. There is no escape, no outlet. Nothing. Enjoy the ride, pet. I sure as hell will. Did you get the pun? You're slow if you didn't and you're not an Alpha. You know that. You know what you really are. I know that. Heck, even my colleagues know that from all those delicious sounds you made and your loads. You like submission and you crave it. That's what you really want from life. Not fighting bad boys and going on missions. We both know it, baby boy. I'll give you that and so much more. You'll thank me every fucking day of your life for saving you from this unnatural life with the so-called family, who don't appreciate you. Humiliation, pain, denial, controlled. That's what you crave."
"Yer wrong! I'm an Alpha and I don't want that," Raphael said plaintively, green eyes filling with tears and hating how pathetic he was. "I am. Ya shoulda seen the guys I've fucked up. I'm strong!"
"Yawn. Are you trying to convince me or yourself? I'd say the latter, my beautiful. My little baby boy, my precious cargo. Hun, pick up Leonardo. I'll take my pet."
Leo had gone almost catatonic, as he tried to block out the ongoings and he wasn't even aware of being lifted and of then being carried.
Raphael was all too aware of Tyler picking him up like a baby and cradling him against his chest and there was nothing he could do about it with his broken limbs and shell. He was defenceless. Their only hope of rescue was Mikey, but he was injured too and there was no way he could seek help. No. He and Leo were doomed now. Doomed to be prisoners, slaves, fucktoys. Leo didn't deserve that, but he did, right? He was the monster. His shameful actions over the years and his performance that evening had proved it. He'd literally cum on demand, been debased and somewhere deep in his soul, the part that petrified him, he'd loved it and been excited. Hell, he'd churred, he shamefully recalled. Wasn't that already acceptance of his plight?
"I ain't weak!" Raphael hissed. "I ain't never been. Always been fearless and macho. That's my role in the family. The protector and the brawn. Yer so wrong 'bout me."
"You're tedious, beautiful," Tyler said irritably. "Stop your drivel. You aren't fooling anyone, least of all yourself. You're a pathetic sack of shit. That's the reality. A slave, a fucktoy, a thing and mine. That's what you are. Accept it and shut the fuck up about your past. It's gone. I am your present and your future. Do you fucking hear me? Don't test me. I am not pleasant when I am pissed off. I have shown patience, because I know you're an inexperienced kid, but even I have my limits. I'm close to reaching them. Shut up or I'll fucking tear out your larynx!"
Raphael blinked back tears at the harsh words and whimpered, burying his head in Tyler's neck, so that he couldn't see the tears.
I wanna go home, Raphael thought sadly. I wanna go home so badly. I don't really want this. I'm so fuckin' petrified. More than with Slash. I was able ta kill him, but this guy is much more powerful. I ain't no match for him. He knows it too. How can this asshole know my deepest and darkest desires and thoughts 'bout humiliation and pain? How can he sum me up like that when he's known me maybe two minutes? How? Am I that easy ta read? How can he know I want acceptance so much and I'll do just 'bout anythin' ta get it, even if it means losin' my identity, my soul and everythin' I know in the process? He's preyin' on my vulnerability, my nakedness, my openness, my fear. There ain't nothin' I can do 'bout it. Not really, but I'll try. I'll fuckin' try. I'll try for Leo. I gotta get us home, so Dad don't lose more sons. I gotta try. I can't sink into the abyss. I won't be able ta get out if I do. I won't betray my family, though, whatever he does. I won't. I'll sacrifice myself it comes ta it, but I won't betray my family. I want it, but I don't want it too. I'm so confused, so humiliated, so tired, heartsore and so drained.
Tyler began the walk down the slippery paths to the Park's exit. Then he paused and bent down, his yellow and forked tongue swiping across Raphael's cheek, tasting him and loving the mewls he uttered in a weak attempt at a protest. So different from the Raphael before all of his trauma.
"You're so gorgeous, pup. Has anyone told you that before?" Tyler said. "Truly a work of art. My art, my canvass. You're so young. I like that. It means you can be trained. Trained to do what I want. Complete submission and you will be subservient. I am so very proud of you. Proud to have you as my eternal pet. You are everything I wanted and more. Such a scintillating, gorgeous and spectacular creature. Mine."
"Yeah, chump?" Raphael said, summoning up courage and spitting at him. "I don't think so. I'll kick yer butt when I'm better. I know Ninjutsu and so does my brother. Ya will never win and we'll escape. We always find a way. Fuck ya. Ya won't break me! Others have tried and failed. Ya will too. Count on it."
"It'll be you, who'll be fucked and we'll see, creature." Tyler said and inwardly chuckled, knowing something the Turtle didn't and would soon find out. It would devastate him and would send him further into the abyss he would never claw out of as long as he, Tyler, was around. "I do like a challenge, cumlicker. How much cum can you drink in a day? We'll find out and test your stamina. How many times can you rut in one day? How much pain can you stand? Hmmm. This is going to be so much fun. I think you should rest. You'll need it."
Tyler suddenly nipped Raphael's neck, blood oozing out of the wound, as he howled in pain.
"That fuckin' hurt, ya asshole! I hate ya!" Raphael shouted indignantly, his green eyes blazing.
The villain licked Raphael's neck, blood dripping off his teeth and said, "Yummy. Almost as yummy as your cum, which was a mixture of sweet and spicy. Hmmm. This venom will make you sleep until you're wanted. I know you hate me, but that'll soon change too, like I said. You'll desire me and I will be all you want and need!"
"I'll keep fightin'. I won't be yer bitch." Raphael managed, unable to say more, as his tongue suddenly felt thick, his body heavy and he felt incredibly tired, as the venom coursed through his bloodstream.
He shut his eyes and was soon dead to the world.
Karai will be pleased, Tyler thought, as he gazed at his prey. I sure am and I look forward to our playtimes. I will have fun devising new things to try and watching him shatter. My pet, my pup, my baby boy for all eternity.
Tyler continued his trek and thought, tonight was so much fun. I finally have my pet. He's more sensational than I ever dreamed and I have so much more planned. That was only the beginning. Rest, my pet. You'll need as much as you can get. Your life as you know it is over forever.
A/N Will Leo and Raphael survive this new nightmare? Will Tyler be the one, who finally sends Raphael into the abyss?
If he does, will Raphael ever recover?
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