Leonardo took a breathe before entering the apartment. It was quiet inside, a strong smell of incense the only clue to his father's whereabouts. To Leo it was a comforting smell. He bent down, removed his shoes and placed them into their corresponding wall cubby. "Father?" He made his way further into the home.

"My son, welcome home." Leo turned a corner and spotted his adoptive father sitting in front of a traditional Japanese shrine, legs crossed, eyes closed.

"Thank you, Father. How are you feeling today?" The turtle youth removed his jacket before walking towards the open kitchen. Leo started to brew tea for both of them.

"I am well, my son. The new medicine has certainly done its deed. Please, give Saki my thanks." The sound of ceramic breaking interrupted the old rat's focus, snapping his head towards his son who was bent down on the floor picking up the pieces of one of his favorite tea cups. "Leonardo...?" His tone was not accusatory. Master Splinter was a very kind soul.

"My apologies, Father. My grip failed me. Don't worry, I'll get you a new set, I promise." Leo's eyes were glued to his mess; he didn't notice a pair of furry paws reach for his hands.

"As much as I appreciate the kind offer I must reject it. This particular cup was given to me by Tang Shen... I'm afraid it can not be replaced." Leonardo's face shot up, anguish in his eyes. Splinter chuckled kindly. "Do not fret, dear boy. My memories are intact regardless of material objects. It was but an accident, nothing more."

The forest green mutant bit his lip as he tried to stop his hands from shaking. He felt truly guilty. But then he aimed his anger towards Oroku Saki. It was that man who was causing Leo to be so uneasy, to the point where the mere sound of his name was throwing him off. "I'm sorry, Father. Please, at least allow me to serve you your tea..." Splinter nodded with a smile, his ears slightly turned back in appreciation.

It was only for his beloved father that he had been putting up with that demon man. He still remembered the night he almost lost his only family to sickness.

They had always been poor. When his father found him he was a mere seven year old boy, roaming the streets trying to survive. Leo would resort to sleeping with anyone in exchange of an extra day on earth. One day he had the cruel destiny of encountering a brute of a client. The huge rhino humanoid had lured him in with the promise of clean clothes and a hot meal in exchange of a small sexual favor, but as soon as Leonardo turned to remove his shirt, he felt as if his body had been hit by a car. The savage proceeded to rip off his humble clothes, tied him up with bungee cords and raped him for a straight three days without food or water. After that he dumped him in a dark alley, left him to die.

Leonardo was helpless. He was sure he would meet his maker on that night, but as he closed his eyes thinking he would never open them again, he felt a tender touch to his face. Dear Splinter had heard a light whimper as he was rummaging for metal cans through the garbage. "Tell me, boy... If you had one more day to live, what would you do on that day?" Leonardo never answered that question. He only cried. He cried as his mangled body was carried by the rodent into safety, he cried as his wounds were treated, he cried as he was served milk and bread for supper, and he cried as he lay in bed to sleep.

The next day Leo didn't speak. As a matter of fact it took the boy about nearly a month before he exchanged any words with his savior. It wasn't until Splinter introduced him to meditation and teachings of honor and tradition that Leonardo felt confident enough to converse. "I am garbage. I was abandoned as garbage, and now I was dumped as garbage... I have no honor."

Splinter's eyes closed and his ears flattened against his head. Such hurtful words to be spat by such a young soul... He looked to the side at his bags full of cans. "I have grown fond of garbage, my son. It is garbage that has kept me alive for all these years." Leonardo looked up at the rodent with bewildered eyes. Splinter chuckled and covered a small, green, shaky hand with his own. "Will you allow me to be whom recycles you, dear boy...?" Leo's face scrunched up as tears filled his eyes. Without further words he simply nodded at his adoptive father, and from that day on they became as close as they could be.

They lived a simple life. Splinter made sure Leonardo attended school, discipline being the core of his upbringing. Splinter was Japanese, and a traditional one he was. They were very happy. But that happiness was short lived. When Leo turned seventeen, Splinter grew very sick, his age taking a toll on his body.

One day, Leonardo arrived home to find Splinter face down on the floor. At the hospital the prognosis had been poor. He had been diagnosed with severe asthma, and if left untreated it would cause even more irreversible damage to his airways, eventually bringing upon death. Splinter had to go on a care regimen that required expensive treatments and medicines, and their resources were scarce... Leo had been forced to take his sickly father home, where he would only be able to sit and watch him die.

Refusing the grim situation, Leonardo made his mind up to do whatever he needed to save Splinter, regardless of the consequences. He knew what he was thinking went against his honor code and it would absolutely break his father's heart... But he would rather face that fate than let him perish.

Leo dressed in his cleanest clothes, he told his father he was going out with friends from school, but the truth is he took the first bus that would take him towards Hunts Point in the Bronx... A well known red-light district, known for its high crime rate... And prostitution.

Leo was able to get away with selling blow jobs and hand jobs, bringing enough money home to cover Splinter's basic health care. His father had a feeling something was wrong, but his body had grown weak and frail. "Leonardo, my son... I sense a disruption in your spirit..." Leo was in the middle of serving his father his tea. At those words he flinched, almost dropping the tea kettle.

"My spirit is fine, Father." Leonardo placed the kettle down after serving himself a cup. He took a seat next to his father, knowing that if he tried to avoid him completely it would be translated into him accepting there was indeed something the matter. "What you notice is nothing more than the spirit of a worried son for his parent." As stoic as he tried to be, he kept his eyes in his cup. Eye contact would most likely betray him.

Splinter sipped his tea, staring at his son. After a long silence, splinter set his cup down. "Today I was able to take a short walk to Mrs. Taylor's shop. Soon my health will be under my control once more, and I can return to being your father... Just please continue to be patie-- cough, cough, cough!!!" Splinter curled forward, covering his mouth with his paw. Leonardo's eyes widened and with a rushed movement he was next to his father. He reached for the tea cup, filling half again before handing it over.

As Splinter reached for it, Leonardo noticed a deep red stain in the rodent's palm. It took everything for him to not drop the cup. His father had started to cough up blood. Leo pretended not to have noticed, and soon as his father got his coughing fit under control, the youngster excused himself, grabbed a half-filled garbage bag from the kitchen and ran out. Leo ran, he ran as he sobbed. The fear of losing the one person on earth who had made him feel loved, important, and cherished sent him into a panic. He would do his best to fight that premonition.

The next day was a Saturday. Leonardo lied to his father, telling him he was going into New Jersey with some friends to visit an old 1900's castle ruins in Ramapo. His father narrowed his eyes. He knew his son was telling a lie, a very well elaborated one in fact since he knew of such castle as well. Splinter decided he would let Leonardo be, sensing the rough turmoils in his spirit; maybe going somewhere, wherever it was, would help the youngster find some peace. Leo's heart clenched when his father gave him his blessing to leave for the entire weekend. If only his dad knew he was not staying with friends from school, since matter of fact Leo didn't really have any, but instead he was planning on heading towards the red-light district once more in search for a way to bring home enough money to take Splinter to an overdue doctor appointment to screen the advances of his asthma. Leo packed a light bag, hugged his frail father good-bye, and headed off towards the bus stop.

When he arrived at Hunts Point, he walked to his usual corner. The teenage turtle made sure to screen the area for any activity of other prostitutes or pimps. If there were any they would be trouble for sure. Some street corners had claims in this area. Noticing the coast was clear, Leo stood at the corner, lifted the front of his shirt slightly up and wrapped his thumb at the hip of his underwear. He waited...

It was an active day. In three hours he had managed to sell four blow jobs to regular clients. As Leo readied himself to take his stance once more, he heard a thunderous voice resonate behind him. "Well, what have we here...? Some fresh meat." Leo cringed at the sound of that voice. How was that even possible? After all these years, out of all the pervs in the city, why did he have to stumble across this particular one? Turning his head nervously, his eyes set on a tall, bulky, gray figure. The humanoid stood as a mountain, his nose decorated with a long and sharp horn. "Say... Do I know ya from somewhere...? Ya look awfully familiar, kid." Leo's eyes started to tear up, his chin trembled as he remembered his dreadful experience... When he was raped and left to die by THIS same rhino-man. Leo turned and tried to make a run for it, but a large hand caught him by the collar of his shirt. "Well, now I know for sure that ya know me..." His rumbling laughter made Leonardo's legs feel weak at the knees. He was certain this time he would be killed. Thoughts of his father flooded his mind. What would he think when Leo wouldn't come back? Would he feel abandoned? What would his reaction be when the cops informed him that his son's mangled body had been found? Would his body even be found?

'Tell me, boy... If you had one more day to live, what would you do on that day?' Splinter's words came to his mind... He never really answered the question. He gathered up his courage, and with a growl he slipped out of his shirt, making a dash for it. Leo ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, noticing the muscular body following close behind, yelling for him to stop. Leonardo closed his eyes tight, feeling the burn in his quads as he pushed himself to go faster. He was so focused on his escape that he didn't notice the tall figure that stepped in front of him.

The impact was hard. As if he had hit metal plates. Gasping for air, not noticing his busted nose and lips, Leo tried to stand and continue running, but before he could get on his feet his body was lifted up by his neck. "Sorry 'bout this, boss. I'll take care of this little street rat for bumping into ya." Leo continued to struggle, his attention completely on the rhino.

"Rocksteady! Have you not learned to keep your pets in check yet!?"

"This ain't one of mine, Master... This one's a stray. One with fight too." The rhino seemed to know the tall metal man.

Leo wasn't giving up. Rocksteady grew impatient of his squirming, and with a move of his arm he slammed Leo's body against a side brick wall. The turtle was dazed, he almost fell unconscious, but he still had strength in him, his adrenalin still pumping. The metal man stared at the struggling boy. "Where did you find this... turtle?"

"At the corner of Hunts Point Avenue... Word in the street is there was a newbie trying ta stay off the radar, not wanting to pay his dues... So I went ta check it out," the rhino answered.

"Take him to my suite. I would like a word with him..."

"Yes, Master Shredder."

"Shr-" Leonardo was grabbed from the floor, flung over a shoulder and taken inside the building. As he saw the door close behind them, he started to think of his father... How he wished to see his dad one last time... To tell him he was sorry to have brought dishonor... To tell him how much he loved him and how grateful he was to him... His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he was flung onto a large bed.

"Now ya did it, kid... Ha. Betta' you than me." Then rhino huffed as he walked out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

"No! Wait!" Leonardo ran to the door, his adrenalin racing. "Let me go! You can't do this!" He pounded his scraped fists against the door. "Please!!! I promise I won't come back! Let me go!"

He stopped his pleading when he noticed the door lock had clicked open. He took a few steps back. The door opened slowly, behind it stood Oroku Saki, staring at Leonardo as an eagle stares at a squirrel. "How much, boy?"

Leo's eyes grew wider. "H-how much...?"

"How much," Shredder repeated. Leo's face showed nothing but confusion. "How. Much...?"

"I-I don't understand... How much for what?"

Shredder chuckled a dry laugh. "How much for one to enjoy your company...?"

Leonardo felt the coldness travel through his body. This man, the one who controlled that damn rhino, was interested in soliciting Leo's 'services'. At the presented opportunity, Leonardo's mind started to actively plan out his next move. He would absolutely take advantage of the situation. "Depends..." he said with a glazed look. "What are you interested in...?"

Shredder's eyes narrowed. "As an appetizer, I believe your mouth will do." Leonardo licked his lips as he approached the powerful man. He took the large hand into his and pulled him to stand at the edge of the bed. "Obedient..." Leo looked up at him and curved his lips into a cheeky smile. He then started to work the button on the man's pants, giving him a provocative stare from time to time. As he pulled the pants down he immediately cupped his three fingered hand to the growing bulge under the man's underwear, gaining a groan in exchange.

Leo thought he had the situation in his hands. He would seduce the boss and gain his liking, then hopefully gain something in exchange, maybe something monetary... Leo passed his face along the long shaft, letting his breath tickle the pink skin. As he reached the thick head, he snaked his tongue out and lapped at it, licking his lips; he knew Saki was looking. He opened his mouth to receive the throbbing erect organ, embracing it with his warmth.

He started to move slowly, tasting the bitterness off of it. Saki let out a sigh, he repositioned himself on the edge of the bed, bringing his hands to touch Leonardo's head. Leo smiled, he had him... But his triumphant thoughts were interrupted as he felt the human's cock reach deep into his throat. He tried to suppress his gag reflex, trying to push those hips away from his face, but Saki held him tight, thrusting long and deep into the turtle's mouth, the man's fingers digging into the cuts on his face and head from the earlier scuffle. Leo was seeing stars from the pain and fright. The thrusts became shorter and faster, he felt the dick swell in his mouth, he braced himself for what he knew was coming next. The Shredder filled Leonardo's mouth with his milky seed, thick and bitter. Leo tried his best to swallow and get it over with, but his throat closed up on him, making some of the thick substance drip down his lips. Oroku Saki released his hold, allowing Leonardo to fall back on his ass, panting and wiping himself with obvious disgust. "Get undressed. I am far from done with you..." Leonardo's eyes showed nothing but fear...

"My son...?"

"Huh!?" Leonardo's face was two shades a lighter green. His mind brought back to his father, who was alive and well sitting in front of him.

"I have always wished for my son to trust his father with that which torments him..." Splinter's eyes went to his old hands. He sensed his son's spirit was in distress. He had sensed it for almost eight years now, but no matter what he did his beloved son would never share what was in his heart.

"Do not worry, Dad. Just focus on your health. I'll take care of everything else..." Leonardo stood up, grabbed his coat and kissed his father's forehead goodbye. "I'll be back tomorrow... I have practice today and I'm short a guitar string... Take care, father."

Splinter gave him a gentle smile, waiving his son farewell.

Leonardo scolded himself for allowing his mind to drift to that memory. He always felt so dirty... The only thing keeping him going with that dangerous game was the promise Saki made him to pay all his father's medical expenses in exchange for Leonardo's body and talent. When the Shredder heard Leonardo sing for his father in the hospital, he knew there was money to be gained. The contract was simple. Leonardo was at his disposition for as long as Saki thought it fit... Or until a deserving substitute was found...