Follow lord saki down the corridor mikey could not help but tremble with fear. He could feel the rage radiating off the human. When they reached Saki's room he slid the door aside before turning to look at him. "GET. IN. THERE."

The slave fell over himself to do as he was told, terrified of what his Master was going to do to him. It had been a long time since Saki had ordered him into his quarters, and even longer since he had seen him this angry.

Kneeling down on the floor in the middle of the room Mikey held his breath, trying to mentally prepare himself for what was about to come.

He trembled violently as Saki moved into the room before closing the door. He watched as Saki turned to look at him, before turning away and beginning to remove his lavish kimono. "Remind me again Michelangelo, what is your place?"

"I.i am a slave, Master." He tried to keep the whimper out of his voice as he fumbled with his clothing. "I.i'm nothing. Bu... But something to be used h.however my master's wish." His place was deeply scarred into his mind, repeating lessons that he had learned and had been beaten into him since he was a child.

Saki nodded, continuing to pull off his kimono. "And what are you supposed to call your superiors?"

"M.master." Mikey winced. He knew what he was being punished for. He bit his lip, wondering whether to try and explain himself, but speaking out of turn would not help him.

He heard Saki move, his hands trembling as Saki now stood in front of him. "Michelangelo look at me."

The Slave barely hesitated before turning scared and panicked eyes up at the Lord. He didn't know yet what exactly Saki would see as a fitting punishment, still sore from Karai’s games the day before.

The moment was so fast he didn't see it. Mikey yelped in pain as something cold and hard slammed into the side of his face. The strike was so hard it knocked him from his kneeling position, instead making him sprawl across the floor. Above him the Lord growled. "I SAID LOOK AT ME SLAVE."

Mikey's eyes pricked with tears as he got back to his knees, not daring to look away from his master again. He was shaking badly but didn't even bring a hand up to his stinging cheek.

A moment later he was hit again, this time on the other cheek. Despite the pain that radiated through his face he managed to stay upright and looking at saki who glared at him. "Ill ask you only once. Why would you disrespect and insult my guest by calling him anything other than MASTER?"

For a moment Mikey froze, wincing at the anger in the human's voice, but he knew better than to keep his Master waiting. "H.he asked me not to." His voice was soft, scared of how his Master would react to it.

Saki's eyes narrowed. "You expect me to believe that Leonardo Hamato, master of the seven styles of swords asked you a lowly SLAVE, not to call him master?"

Saki voice barely contained his rage.

Mikey nodded slowly, knowing that he wouldn't be believed. "H.he asked me to call him by name bu.but I couldn't." He didn't try to defend himself further. It was obvious that Leonardo didn't approve of slavery, but it was far beyond Mikeys place to question it, it was all he'd known after all.

Saki growled, reaching forward and grabbing his slave by the throat. "LIER!"

A moment later Michelangelo's entire body left the floor as saki lifted him off the ground before hurling him across the room. He crashed into the wall, grunting in pain as he then dropped to the floor in a heap

With a lot of effort Mikey pulled himself from the floor, he'd managed to turn enough to mostly hit his shell instead of his head, with the pain that radiated from his shoulder though he hoped that it would only bruise and that nothing was broken this time.

He kept his head bowed as he shakily made his way back towards his Master, knowing that Saki was far too angry to leave him. Trying to keep his crying silent he tensed up, waiting for another blow for simply telling the truth.

"Michelangelo, look at me."

The slave's head shot up quickly, making his head spin but he didn't want to risk being seen as disobedient on top of everything else.

He watched as Shredder looked down at him for several moments before speaking. "If you don't follow my orders and rules then I have no use for you anymore. Perhaps I should sell you, i'm sure raphael would love to own you. A   strong warrior like him must have all kinds of ways to discipline a disobedient slave."

Mikey's eyes widened in panic. "M.master please. I.i can serve you better."

He didn't want to be sold to someone else, and he'd seen Raphael's strength in the times he had watched Karai training with him, the other mutant turtle never pulled his punches. Though he hadn't seen much of Raphael, he had seen the other losing his temper and taking it out on some of his more disappointing soldiers, he didn't think he would survive long as his punching bag.

Saki looked at him closely for a minute before moving to sit on his bed. "Then prove it. You have 10 minutes to convince me. Otherwise i’m selling you to Raphael."

The slave's eyes widened as his searched Saki's eyes for some sort of clue. He had never done anything without direct orders, and gave a little whimper of distress as he tried to think of how to convince the Lord that he was worth keeping.

He knew that words wouldn't work, they would only make his Master angrier at him.

"Nine minutes." Saki's eyes were narrowed, clearly annoyed as the slave just stood there frozen instead proving he could be useful.

Feeling another wave of dread he dared to use his voice. "M.may I touch you Master?" He didn't dare without permission.

Saki nodded slowly. "You may."

Taking a deep breath Mikey nervously made his way closer, kneeling down infront of his Master. There was only one thing that he could think to do that might work to prove he could be useful. His words were useless, but he knew that his mouth could be used for more than just talking.

He slowly reached out to run a gentle hand against the fine silken material of his masters hakama, feeling for his master organ and rubbing softly against it before kissing it through the fabric.

Above him saki shifted, allowing him better access. "8 minutes

Feeling his panic rising Michelangelo nervously removed the garment so he could touch him directly without the fabric getting in his way. He held it in his hand only for a second before licking his lips and bringing his mouth down to suck at the slowly swelling head.

He was worried that Saki wasn't erect yet, working to try and quickly correct that by taking it all into his mouth, breathing deeply before swallowing and allowing it into his throat, eyes closing at the burn he felt from his throat being stretched. It was not his first time giving head, but since Karai was his owner he was not as used to it.

Saki didn't moan, he had more discipline and control than that, but there was a slight change in his stance, a small bit of relaxation seeping into him as the slave worked his organ, quickly making him fully erect.

When he needed to breath Mikey came up with a loud wet noise, pulling off the cock completely before running his tongue and lips around the sensitive triangle of the humans mushroom head. He kissed the tip before taking the head into his mouth and moaned lewdly, like he was enjoying the taste and letting the vibrations stimulate his master further.

He could taste the precum in his mouth, using it to help slick the entry as he took his master deep once again, swallowing tightly around the organ filling his throat.

Slowly Saki moved, his hand coming to rest on the mutant turtle's head 'encouraging' him to take more and more of his organ into his mouth and throat. "Faster slave."

Breathing became a little more difficult as he bobbed his head faster, not able to pull completely away because of Saki's hands forcing him to take him deeper, inch by inch until he felt his lips touch the sensitive skin of the humans testicles. There were pained tears in his eyes, but the way his silent sobs caused his throat to squeeze and release the organ only helped bring his Master closer to release.

Above him saki spoke. "3 minutes left slave. I wonder if Raphael would keep you for himself or whore you out to his troops?"

Mikey whined, doubling his efforts, desperately trying to bring the Lord off and prove that he could be useful. His hands came up to gently play with his balls as he continued to swallow around him, keeping his mouth tight as he pulled up and relaxing it as he pushed down onto it, trying to milk the release out of him.

His desperate tear filled eyes stared up at his master, silently pleading him, like everything in the world revolved around his master's pleasure, nothing else mattered to him in that moment.

Suddenly Saki’s grip tightened, his hand forcing Mikey's face to press firmly against his hips while Saki's organ slipped completely down mikey's throat. Mikey whimpered as he felt the Lord’s organ swell for a moment as Saki let out an involuntary shudder.

The slave had no choice but to swallow every drop of cum that his Master released into him, not that he'd dare spit it out anyway, and continued to suck until he was sure that Saki was completely finished. He could feel himself getting light headed as he needed to breath, but the strong hands held him down too firmly for him to be able to come up for air.

Dark spots had just begun to appear in his vision when he felt Saki's grip release him. Instantly he pulled back, gasping and coughing as oxygen flooded his lungs. Forcing himself to look at his Master Mikey remained silent as Saki looked thoughtful for a minute before speaking. "Very well, you may remain as my slave. But do not disappoint me again. Is that clear?"

"Yes." Mikey croaked out, feeling how sore his throat was from the abuse, he nodded as well, to make it clear that he understood. His tears ran silently down his face as he forced back his now painful sobs, still breathing deeply to make sure he didn't hyperventilate.

Saki stood up and turned away from him. "You may Go to Leonardo now. but you will not breath a word of this to him. Is that clear?"

“Y.yes Master." Mikey said automatically, shakily getting to his feet once he was sure of his dismissal.

He already knew better than to tell anyone of his punishments, not only was he forbidden from talking about them, he would have felt ashamed to repeat them to anyone.

The slave knew he was weak and pathetic, but he didn't enjoying being so. Even the other Slaves and servants looked down on him and teased him for the things they'd heard him do and say, especially under the effects of the drug.

He still had a slight limp as he made his way past his own small room that served as his quarters, separate from the other slaves due to the fact he served the Lord and his Daughter directly. He would need to bathe before going to Leonardo, so the swordsman would not be able to smell what had happened on him.