"I'm not joking guys. I swear I saw it. It was right here!"

The three older turtles shot one another surreptitious glances. It wasn't that they thought Mikey was lying, it was just, well, he had quite a vivid imagination and a very creative mind. To say nothing of the fact he was something of a trickster.

"If this is a joke I'll rip your head off Mike." Raphael threatened. 

Leonardo folded his arms.

"In a nice way." Raph added.

"It's not a joke! They were this big," Mike raised his hand to about a foot above his head.  "And they looked human except for the big glowing holes all over their skin!"

Donatello scratched his head. "Could they have been wearing some kind of body art…?"

"No! No! No! Noooooo!" Mike groaned. "No. They were aliens! Big shiny humanoid aliens with giant pink eyes and an extra arm."  “Well jeez Mikey, you could have mentioned the arm before now,” Leo sighed.  “Shall we go and look?” Don grinned.  Leo nodded. The four turtles approached the modest office building before scaling the side of it and staring through a window. A group of shiny three armed people with pink eyes sat around their dining table and said grace.

“Hm.” Leo acknowledged. “Aliens.”  “We should talk to them. Make sure they’re okay,” Raph said.

Leo was thoughtful then he shook his head. “No. They haven’t done anything. It’s none of our business.”  “But they might be planning something.” Raph smacked his fist into the palm of his hand.

“Yeah. Planning dessert.” Mike stared hungrily through the window.

“If and when they make a move we’ll be ready.” Leo said. “Let’s go.”  “Are we just going to leave it at that?” Donatello asked.  “Why hassle them?” Mike said. “They’re just living their lives like we are.”  ***  “Aren’t you curious?!” Donatello couldn’t help blurting out ten minutes later when he was supposed to be demonstrating stealth in the dark shadows of Central Park.  “No.” Leo kicked Don’s legs out from under him, Don flipped out of the way just in time and vaulted into a tree, silently vanishing again.  “What if they blow up the city?!” came Raph’s angry voice from out of nowhere.  Leo turned, frowning, following the irate tones and peered up behind a statue in a flowerbed. Raph quickly, and not so stealthily, bolted but he wasn’t fast enough to escape Leo.

“Why would they blow up the city? We look weird but would a human automatically think we were going to blow up the city? We don’t have the means to blow up the city,” Leo sighed.  “Don could blow up the city!” Michelangelo finally piped up from the top of a streetlamp.”  “I would not blow up the city!” Don’s voice protested indignantly from a bush. 
“Will you guys concentrate!” Leo yelled, losing his cool for a moment. He took a deep breath.  “Raph’s right.” Don stuck his head out of the bush. “If they have the means to get to this planet then they have the means to blow up the city.”  “They live here!” Leo groaned. “Why would they blow up the city?!” He rubbed his hands over his face. “We’re going to keep tabs on them. If they do anything suspicious we’ll confront them, if not, just let them exist peacefully.”  “What were they doing when you saw them?” Raph glowered up at Mike.  “They bought a pizza. Then they went to the park and fed some ducks.”  “Truly evil creatures.” Leo said sarcastically. “Lets go back.”

The Turtles reported their finding to Splinter who was in agreement with Leo.   “They are doing no harm. If we would like to be left alone we should respect that they also may want to be left alone.”

And that was that.

Until precisely 2:43am.  Raphael carefully padded through the lair and snuck through the exit into the sewers. He was going to visit those aliens in their inoffensive little office building and make damn sure they were friendly and that there were no giant bombs in the conference rooms. A large heavy hand slapped his shell, Raph spun round quickly, deftly following through with a brick-breaking punch. Donatello expected it, Raph was predictable, and he quickly ducked under and restrained the offending arm before putting his finger against his lips.  Raph shut his eyes. “You’re not stopping me Donny, and if you tell Leo I’ll…”

“Yes yes, you’ll inflict some kind of pain blah blah.” Don shook his head. “Why would I tell Leo? Just think of the technology those things will have. I just want a peek. How about you don’t tell Leo?”  Raph broke into a grin. “C’mon then bro. Time to investigate.”  *** It didn’t take long for the two Turtles to sneak into the building.  “Security is lax…” Don frowned.   “Good.” Raph murmured. “Dumb aliens.”  “With their tech? I doubt it.”

“Donny, you ‘aint even seen their tech yet.”  “Lets go down to the basement.” Don muttered.  “Why?”  “Hopefully I don’t sound too much like Mike but in books and movies the evil stuff is always in the basement.”  Raph rolled his eyes. “You sound too much like Mike.” 
It didn’t take them long to reach the basement and as Donatello had predicted it was full of interesting alien technology. Raph gave an impatient groan as Don began pouring over the machinery.  “This is a science lab.” Don glanced at a bank of computer screens. “They’ve got a lot of animals in cages…”

Raph gave a disinterested shrug. “Any bombs?”

“No… what? Why?” 

“Because… beca… uhh…” Raph’s eyes suddenly rolled up into his head and he stumbled forward. Don tried to catch him, but it was a pointless endeavor. A wave of nausea had swept over him and he collapsed too.

***

Don blinked his eyes open, then jerked awake, leaping to his feet, ready to fight. His eyes alighted on Raph kicking at the wall.

“What… where…?”

“Aliens got us.” Raph scowled. “An’ there’s no way out.”

Don turned. There was no door. They were surrounded by four brick walls. Don immediately looked up but the ceiling was blank and grey.  “We still have our weapons…” Don retrieved his bo from it’s holster on his back.

“Yeah. Weird. Ya’d think they’d have took ‘em.”

Don tapped at the ceiling with his bo.

“Already checked the walls.” Raph spun a sai on his finger. “Solid.”

“Great.” Don rubbed his forehead. 

“What do you reckon they’re gonna do?” Raph asked.   “I don’t know, but judging by the other specimens the have locked up they’re running some kind of experiment.”  “Specimen? I’m no fucking specimen.”  “To them we are.” Don sighed.  “So? We just sit here and behave like we usually do. They’ll get bored and let us out.”

“I hope so.” Don answered. “But they might do something else to see how we react under different conditions.”

***

“These specimens are very rare.” GLuurg said to Arrishg. “In all my time on this planet I have never seen anything like them. They are well worth our time.”

“We should try to mate them.”  “We don’t even know what sex they are. How does one sex something like that? With the humans, remove their clothing and their reproductive organs are obvious. These creatures, are they not already naked?”  Gluurg nodded. “Arouse them and log the results.”

***

Rock paper and scissors was getting boring as hell. And playing twenty questions with Donny was a complete nightmare.

“I’m argon!”

“Who the fuck is Argon?”

“It’s a gas.  “Christ Don. Can’t you fucking pick a pop singer or some shit like everyone else?”

Don leant his head back a sighed up at the ceiling. “I don’t really know that many.”

“You must. Don’t you listen to Mike’s music?”

“I hear it. I don’t listen to it.”

There was a long silence. Raphael was even more irritable than usual. He was getting a hard on for no fucking reason and he couldn’t do anything about it.  “The fuck happens if we need the bathroom?”

Don’s head turned to Raph and then he looked pointedly at the corner.

“Aw Jesus. They’re having a laugh. We’re not fucking animals.”

There was another long silence. Raph did his best to ignore his boner. Donatello wanted a distraction from his.

“I spy with my little…” 

Raph groaned and slid sideways down the wall.

****

“No response.” Gluurg noted, checking the correct dosage has mixed with the oxygen supply. “We need to try a different formula.”

Arrrissah nodded his arm. “I know just the one.”

***

“Leo’s gonna know where we went.” Don sighed.  Raph rolled his eyes. “Fuck. I really don’t want to have to be ‘rescued’ by Leo.” He scowled picturing Leo’s smug, punchable face.  “Or Mike.” Don grumbled. “Ugh. Last time he helped me out he composed a song celebrating his heroism which he sung to me at every available opportunity.” 
“Oh yeah. That was pretty catchy.”

Don glowered at Raph. “If he didn’t have such a short attention span he’d still be singing it now.”

“Right yeah. We don’t want that.” Raph stood. “How do we…” He stopped talking. 

Two plates of food had suddenly appeared on trays before them.  Don leapt up and stared up at the ceiling, his keen eyes searching for the device that enabled the food to be beamed into the room. The ceiling was empty of all but a bare strip light. Don frowned and lay on his plastron his eyes scanning every inch of the lower wall and floor.  Meanwhile Raph bent over the plates and wrinkled his beak. “Ugh. What is this stuff.”

“Don’t eat it! It could be drugged.”  “Eat it? Eat this? I wouldn’t eat this if I was starving to death.”   The food was basically a pool of goo on each plate with the slimy consistency of grated yam. Or like the natto Splinter had once bought and tricked his sons into eating because he’d thought it would be funny  ***

“After they’ve eaten we’ll release compound 38.”

“They’re not eating.”

Arrrissah sighed. “Why do the subjects never eat?!”

***

The two turtles ignored the food. They were beginning to get twitchy. They’d expected someone to come in to give them food and had been planning on overpowering the hapless alien who did so. So much for that idea. 

Raph’s boner hadn’t lessened. In fact if anything he seemed to be getting even harder. He could fee his whole shaft becoming thick and swollen. He bit his bottom lip and glanced at Don. Don didn’t notice, he was frowning up at the ceiling, maybe trying to formulate some kind of escape plan? Then Don’s large dark eyes met Raph’s.  “They’re experimenting on us.”  “You already said that!” Raph snapped in his frustration.

“No. I mean right now.” Don’s cheeks coloured and he rolled onto his side turning from Raph.  “Ung what kind of experiment is this? Sick pervs.” Raph followed Don’s lead and turned away from his brother. Raph finally allowed his engorged cock the relief of leaving his shell. He couldn’t help a breath of relief.  “We can fight it.” Raph scowled. There was no way he was going to jack off with his brother only a foot away.

“We can’t fight nature without a cold shower.” Don muttered. “Raph. I’ve got a horrible feeling they want to see if we can mate, we need to pr….”

Don’s voice was drowned out by the many loud and angry expletives issuing from his brother’s mouth. Ten minutes later when Raph’s rage had begun to tail off Don began speaking again.  “We need to prove that we’re both male and that we can’t reproduce and have no intention of mating.”  “Damn fucking right we don’t. Let us out you sick fucks!” Raph screamed at the walls.

“Just…” Don gave a gasp. 

Raph threw a concerned glance over his shoulder. If Don was feeling anything like he was then he knew just how aroused he was.   “Just bring yourself off Raph. We’ll never speak of it again.”  “You’re kidding me.”

“They’ll keep pumping whatever they’re pumping in until we demonstrate we’re not going to mate!”

“We never speak of it again?” Raph groaned.

“I promise.”

“Better not or you’ll get…”

“..a fist in my jaw. Yes. Yes.” Don rolled his eyes.

The brothers lay on their sides facing away from each other, their carapaces only just touching, their hands working quickly along their cocks bringing themselves to orgasm as quickly as possible. Don gave a small gasp when he came, relieved it was over. That was the first time he’d ever disliked masturbating. Raph came with a low rumbling groan and squeezed his eyes shut, his face hot with embarrassment.

“Fuck. I need a napkin. A kleenex, anything.”

“There’s nothing.” Don frowned. “Just our bandanas.”  “Ugh no.”   Raph heard Don sit up, but he wasn’t ready to yet. He still needed to hide his shame from Don.

***

“Why don’t they mate? They’re not even trying.”

“They must be the same sex.”

“The mooloda had three sex organs and had three sexes. They hardly ever used their third. These things could be similar. So many species are different. We thought the two ywarghs we had were male, they had massive penises, but it turned out the females had a penis and a vagina.”  Arrrissah frowned down at the screen. “Compound 50.”

***
Raph sat up and frowned into a corner. He stood, wiping his cum off the floor with his foot so Don wouldn’t see it, and picked up his sai. He began chipping at the wall, trying to weaken the concrete. He knew it was a futile effort, but he needed to do something to break the uncomfortable silence.

Don chewed on his bottom lip, wondering how he was supposed to start a conversation after that. It had been over an hour. Things were getting awkward. Then he gave a little moan as his loins began stirring once more. 

“Raph? Are you?”

Raph shut his eyes and leaned his forehead on the wall. “Uh huh.”

“It feels stronger.”

“Ung. Don. What do we do?”

“I don’t know. Try to control it. Think rationally.” Don shut his eyes and cursed under his breath as he reminded himself which brother he was talking to.

“I can’t… I can’t Donny…” Raph glanced back at Don with panic in his eyes.  “We can…” Don tried to be encouraging. “We…”

Raph suddenly leapt forward with a roar, his cock large, full and heavily erect and practically in Don’s face. Don’s eyes widened and within a split second he was behind his brother leaving Raph to snatch at the empty air. Don swallowed nervously. He had the advantage of being less heavily built and quicker than Raph. But the room was small. There was hardly anywhere to maneuver. And once Raph grabbed him, unless Don could use his momentum, Don would find it hard to escape his clutches. The answer was simple. Raph wasn’t going to get near enough to grab him.  “Raph! Control yourself!” Don tried to sound dominant and assertive like Leo. But he simply sounded like some geeky Leo hybrid. “What’re you trying to do?!”

Don dove to the floor as Raph tried to grab him again and began to successfully dodge and weave away from his slower brother, but Don knew he couldn’t keep it up forever. He hoped Raph would tire before he did. Then as Don somersaulted past Raph’s sai shot out, catching Don’s wrist and dragging him off course.  Don quickly moved with the sai, but Raph twisted it, forcing Don to flip onto his back or dislocate his wrist. Don began struggling tiredly while Raph’s weight pinned him on the floor like a limpet to a rock.

“Raph… what are you doing…?”  Don felt Raph’s cock nudge his butt and he screwed his eyes shut. “Raph! This isn’t you! Snap out of it!”   Raph gave a deep primal growl as his cock pushed at Don’s opening with more force. Don winced. He began lashing out, punching, kicking. His attacks on Raph growing more ferocious. Raph took the battering, his sole intent on ‘reproducing’.  Don looked past Raph’s head and began yelling at the aliens to stop. They must surely be watching?  Raph thrust violently at Don’s ass once more, desperately trying to fit his cock in the tiny puckered hole. The pain was unbearable. Don gave a loud cry terrified that Raph might actually tear him open. Then Raph suddenly knelt up straight, his face registering bewilderment as he dumbly looked down at his cock.  “Can’t get it in, huh?” Don kicked Raph away and tried to fight the primal urge that was threatening to control him too, he rested on all fours a moment, trying to get to grips with the waves of lust that tried to drown him. 

“Don, I…” Raph swallowed a lump in his throat. “I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t… I don’t want it to happen again. Don’t let it happen again.”

Don removed his bandana and sat behind Raph, he gave Raph a hug and removed his brother’s red mask. “Shhh.” Don pulled Raph’s arms behind his back and tied his wrists together tightly with both lengths of fabric. “Now you can’t hurt me.”  Raph nodded but he was too ashamed to make eye contact. In contrast Don didn’t take his eyes of his goal as he dug his hand into the plate of food, picking up a fistful before smearing it over his heaving cock. Then with a deft kick Raph was propelled forward giving Don an excellent spot to aim for.  “What’re you…?” Raph looked behind him and saw that the insane primitive lust had now gripped his brother. His smarter brother who’d had the foresight to improvise a form of lubrication.  “Oh hell no! Donny, stay with me! Stay with me! No! No!” Raph caught his breath and couldn’t repress a cry of pain as Don’s cock was forced into his ass. “Oh fuck… no…” Raph tried to steady his breathing as Don began grunting like an animal, wildly thrusting into Raph hard and fast with no consideration. Raph used all his strength to try and pull the bandanas from his wrists. Donny had wound them around and around, reinforcing his handiwork with a good tight knot.  Raph found leverage against the floor and pushed himself up with his muscular thighs, Don retaliated by punching Raph hard in the leg causing it to deaden and slip underneath him and throb with pain. Don knelt on the back of Raph’s legs and grasped his shell firmly before continuing to pound Raph into oblivion. Raphael pushed up again with more force hoping to fling Don back. Don gave a deep growl then Raph felt a sharp and painful blow to the back of his skull. Then another. Raph gritted his teeth, he didn’t want Don to knock him out so he rested his head on the hard stone floor, fixing at a point on the wall, waiting for Don to stop. Raph acknowledged that it wasn’t any more than what he had initially planned for Donny during his own crazed attack. He wouldn’t forget that dark primal lust in a hurry, the uncontrollable urge to breed. To find a convenient hole for his cock and fuck it until he spilled his seed or bled. But his dick had been too dry, he couldn’t get it inside Don and that hesitation had woken his senses. Unfortunately nothing was waking Donatello from his own dark desire.  Raph shut his eyes as Don’s thrusts quickened, and then Don came with a primitive sounding series of grunts, his hot cum shooting along Raph’s passage. Raph could hear Don gasping for breath, and then felt him release his shell.  “Oh fuck… fuck… Oh oh god, oh god, oh my God, Raph.” Don gingerly stroked his brother’s face. “I’m sorry Raph. I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t know what came over me… I… are you okay? Raph? Are you okay? Are you okay?”

Don wasn’t going to stop talking unless Raph answered him so Raph gave a grunt of acknowledgment. Donatello began tearing at Raph’s bonds, Raph could hear him sniffing and snorting. A quick glance confirmed his suspicions, Don was crying. Not just a damp eye, these were real full-blown tears running down his face with mucus snorting out of his nose. Raph shut his eyes again, wishing Don would compose himself a little. That was no way for a trained ninja to behave. Christ. And why was Raph sounding like Leo all of a sudden? Raph’s hands were free, he moved his arms resting them on the floor in front of his face, but otherwise didn’t move, say, or do anything.

Don moved away, he sat apart from Raph, unable to quieten his sobs. He hadn’t cried like that since he was a small child; his breath came in quick ragged hiccoughs, breathing normally was impossible. He would never forgive himself. There was no way Raph was ever going to forgive him. Ever. They could never look each other in the eye again. Leo would no longer be the target of Raph’s ire; from then on and forever it would always be Don. He wiped his nose on his arm and tried to focus on calming. He thought of all the techniques Splinter had taught him but none worked. Of course they didn’t. Nothing could have prepared him for this. Nothing could calm him after savagely raping his own brother. Splinter quite naturally hadn’t thought out that eventuality. Don erupted into fresh sobs unable to work out why Raph wasn’t violently beating his face in for what he’d done. Don dared to glance at his brother. Raphael no longer sat on the floor, he was stepping over to Don. Don took a deep breath, preparing himself for a well-deserved beating that never came. Instead Raph’s arms enveloped Don.  “Lie down.”

Don did as he was asked, wincing and jolting up from the pain in his behind. A savage Raph trying to violently force his large unlubricated cock into Don’s anus had done more damage than Donatello was willing to admit. His discomfort hadn’t gone unnoticed by Raph. Don let Raph roll him onto his side so that they faced each other.   “We never mention it again.” Raph said quietly. “It never happened. Got it?”  Don’s tears started once more. Raph gave a snort of frustration. “Fucks sake Donny, stop it willya? This isn’t like you.”  “…can’t help it… I hurt you…”  “It never happened.” Raph said with a note of finality. He wrapped his arm around Donatello, hugging him close. Don put his arm through Raph’s and tightly gripped his shoulder.  “…’kay.”

Raph stroked Don’s head gently. “Close your eyes. I’ve got first watch.”  Don gave an imperceptible nod, but he knew he wouldn’t sleep. Not after that.  ***
Glurrg gave a disappointed shake of her ear. “They appear to be both male. We can’t breed them.”  Arrrissah nodded, glumly. Another worker, Taaakrug had joined them for the handover into his night shift.  “We can still keep these specimens can’t we?”  Gluurg nodded. “Still plenty of things we need to find out about these creatures. But there’s no point in trying to get them to reproduce. Taaakrug. Concentrate on the other specimens.”

Taaakrug gave a nod and watched his colleagues leave. But the new specimens fascinated him. He’d been angry that he wasn’t on shift during the reproduction experiment. Taaakrug had a secret, the whole reason he was unnaturally keen to work as an interplanetary reproductive specialist. He liked to watch animals and foreign species fuck just a little too much. Taaakrug gave his colleagues an hour to complete reports, get their things and leave the department, then he grabbed a box of absorbent papers. Kleenex, the earthlings called it. And threw himself down in a chair, clicking the screens to view the rare specimens. They lay facing each other on the floor. One appeared to be sleeping, the other had his eyes open.  Taaakrug read the previous nights reports and took note of the drug dosage. Apparently compound 50 had done well, increasing the specimen’s libido, but it had also appeared to affect their mind, unnaturally affecting their reasoning and behavior. More tests were required.
 Taaakrug broke into a smile. More tests. He raised the dosage of both drugs and typed in the code to mix the chemicals with the oxygen supply to the room, then he sat back in his chair. A long thin tentacle snaked out from his temple. Taaakrug took the tip between his finger and thumb rolling it to sensitize it, then he gently licked the tip making himself shudder before tapping the key to release the gaseous cocktail into the cell.

***
Raphael shut his eyes as his body began to respond to the experiment. He tried to ignore his growing arousal. He tried to think of unsexy things, like Leo being a dick. Splinter clipping his toenails. Casey picking his nose. It was horrible. Somehow his sick mind was making Casey’s boogers sexy. His sick mind. Raph wondered if that’s what it was. Maybe it was his fault. Maybe Raph only responded to the chemicals because he was a sick bastard. Raph glanced at Donatello. No. That would make his bro sick too. Donny wasn’t sick at all.

Raph stood it as long as his could, but his engorged cock trapped in his shell was becoming too painful. He was afraid to let it out. Scared he’d harm Donny. But in the end the pain was too much to bear, he’d just have to fight any urges. His cock was so swollen with need that it was actually difficult to remove from his shell. Raph rolled onto his front groaning, fumbling at it, trying to get it out, hoping gravity would help. Then finally he released it. He knelt in a corner away from Don and began stroking his hand down his shaft. He needed the release quickly, before the red heat took his mind, and Don.  He heard a short gasp and glanced behind him. Don lay with his back to Raph, but there was no mistaking the movements of his arm. Raph gritted his teeth. That’s not sexy, he told himself. Donny’s not sexy. He rambles on about technology and science. It’s boring boring boring. Boring. The heat was engulfing Raph’s body, his head. Raph growled pumping hard at his cock. C’mon, c’mon come you stupid fuck come… He gave a cry of frustration which turned into a deep lustful roar.

Don didn’t hear it. He was doing his best to rid himself of his hot, solid erection. He had to do it before the mania took him over. He couldn’t do that to Raph again. God, no. Then large rough hands grabbed his head, Don stared up at Raph startled. There was no turtle in Raph’s eyes, just monster. Don hesitated for a millisecond too long, Raph thrust his massive cock at Don. And Don, stupidly he realized, gasped. That was all Raph needed to force his wide throbbing member into Don’s mouth. Don put his hands over Raph’s trying to prise them off, but it was impossible. Then he was lifted by his head and Raph forced the whole length of his cock into Don’s mouth and down his throat. Don gagged and struggled. Raph almost pulled out, lulling Don into a felse sense of security, before he plunged back in again hard. Raph held Don’s head firmly as he thrust viciously into his mouth. Every time the tip of his dick knocked the back of Donny’s slick throat and slid down, waves of pleasure were sent rolling through his whole being. Raph grunted as he moved faster, ignoring Don’s weakening grip and spasming body. Don couldn’t breathe properly, a few breaths through his nose was all he could occasionally manage, but the force of Raph’s thrusting made even that difficult. Plus he was unable stop gagging, he kept throwing up, but with nowhere to go the vomit made it’s way back down his throat, or worse, out of his nose. It burned the sensitive tissue in his nose and throat and made it impossible to breath. If it weren’t for his ninja training Donatello was certain he would have lost consciousness. As it was, he remembered Splinter’s words and did his best to lapse into meditation to slow his heart rate and his need to breathe. Not that the technique was easy to accomplish with Raph’s cock ramming his throat.  Two plates of food appeared on the floor just in front of Raph, to the side of Don. Raph had barely noticed them, interested in climaxing and nothing more. But eventually a spark in his brain sent off a steady chain reaction. That stuff could go on his cock. He could fuck the smaller hole. Raph wanted the smaller hole. He lurched forward, snatching up a plate of goo. Don was able to pull back and crawl weakly away from Raph. He willed strength into his oxyen starved muscles, but his movements were sluggish and he was still shaking and coughing up vomit. 

Raph caught Don’s ankle lifting one leg up and separating it from the other, then he slopped the whole plate on food onto Donatello’s ass, rubbing his cock in it, sliding against the tiny hole, which finally allowed him to penetrate it’s tight interior. Raph gave a deep growl of pleasure as he forced himself inside, ignoring Don’s choked protests. Finally. He slammed his cock as far as it would go, deaf to his brother’s cries and then quickly pulled back before shoving himself again inside the tight, slightly gritty warmth. It was too much. Don’s ass was too tight. It barely fit the girth of Raph’s cock. Raph was going to cum but instinctively he pulled out, throwing the owner of the hole onto their back and spewing his hot cum over their face and body. Marking it as his. Raph’s lustful grunts died down, his breathing regulated and he began to come to his senses. He wasn’t prepared to see Donatello looking so pained, weak and plastered in blood, cum and vomit.  “Oh god, bro…” Raph could hardly speak. He choked on his words as he looked down at his cock and at the blood. Raph’s penis was very sore, he wasn’t sure if the blood was his or Don’s. He had a nasty feeling it was Donny’s. “Fuck, Donny… I’m sorry… I…” 

Don didn’t answer, he covered his eyes with his arm. Raph looked for a way to clean his brother up. There was only their bandanas. Raph began to work at a patch of vomit on Don’s chest, but it was clear their masks weren’t enough.

“I need to get out of here.” Raph shook violently. Anything. Give me anything to face but this. Even The Shredder. Please, let me face The Shredder again instead of this. Not this. Not this. Not again. “Why are they watching this?”

“…yeah…” Don answered softly. “Break the light Raph.”  “No fucking way. I want to see those things coming.” Raph swallowed nervously, suddenly hyper aware of sex. “I mean. I don’t want to see them coming. I want to see them if they’re here…”

“I know.” Don sat up, his expression darkening as the pain in his rectum burned with fire. “But they won’t come if we don’t make them.” Don hesitated. “If they want to watch us… I mean, if they want to see what we’re doing then we need to stop that.”

“If they can’t see what we’re doing will they stop the experiments?”

“It’s what I’m hoping.” Don grimaced.  Raph picked up Don’s bo and with a couple of solid whacks killed the lights.