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gave me the idea with Leo in the end. A turtle out in the snow is bad. Didn't need to have it that way, but she reminded me that they hibernate so I wanted to add it. :) ", "writing": "Yoshi sat at the kitchen table sipping his cup of tea. A month had passed since the Triceratons came and took their sons. The government also came, as Shen expected, and asked a lot of questions while looking through files. Honeycutt proved to be quite helpful with keeping unwanted files out of the government’s hands and there were no real surprise inspections because Honeycutt was in the government’s computers. \n\nHoneycutt had explained to them Triceraton’s laws for slavery and that didn’t do much for helping Shen’s grief. Raph’s parents also showed deep signs of grief and they visited every day to see if there was any news. Yoshi knew that the boys were resourceful and that they would somehow find a way to get back home. \n\nHe got up to place his cup in the sink and, as his back was turned, he heard something clatter on the table. He turned quickly to see a message tube rolling on the table. He caught it before it fell. \n\nHe opened the tube and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper that had Donatello’s handwriting on it. :Mother and Father,: it began. :I have finished the first transmat device for the Triceratons and they have permitted me to send you a note. Raphael has been tasked with earning the currency to pay for our freedom. Sadly he must do this by fighting and selling his body. Sadder still is that his is not the worst fate. Leonardo has been sent to serve the troops, this includes satisfying their sexual desires, and Michelangelo has become the commander’s personal sex slave. Raphael has decided that Leonardo will be freed first followed by Michelangelo. Do to the fact that once they are free Raphael will have to pay to keep them we will be sending them home using the transmat device. I want you to know, however, that I will remain a slave with Raphael until he earns enough currency to free us both. I am not suffering any kind of abuse so there is no rush to free me, unlike the others, and I refuse to leave Raphael here alone. Although he is proving to be a great fighter, it is still taking its toll on his body so I cannot gage how long this will take. I continue his training each morning as best as I can and he has already improved so much, though I can see that his soul suffers. I love you both. We will see you again. Love, Donatello.:\n\nYoshi wiped the tears from his cheeks as he thought about the abuse his boys were suffering. He rolled the paper back up and placed it in the tube and headed out to give the news to Carla and Steve Jones. \n\n\n**\n\n\nRaphael had requested an audience with Commander Mozar and ten days later he was granted one. He and Donatello had been moved to a new building so that Donnie could build another transmat device so Raph had to be led through the city to meet with Mozar. The Triceraton commander sat at his desk going over reports when Raph was brought in. \n\n“You may leave,” Mozar waved the guards away. “What do you want?” he asked as soon as they left. \n\nRaph’s heart hammered in his chest, “I asked around about the different slave positions and was told that there was only one way to make tokens.”\n\n“Yes,” Mozar sounded bored. “One from each group of slaves is selected to fight so that tokens can be earned to buy their freedom.”\n\n“What if there’s no one good for fighting in a group?”\n\n“Then they all remain slaves.”\n\n“What if there was a new way for them to make tokens?”\n\n“I take it you have a way.”\n\nRaph nodded, “Back home, my family had a business called a strip club.”\n\nMozar sighed, “Go on.”\n\n“It’s a show really,” Raph explained. “A dancer gets up on stage and moves seductively to a song while removing articles of clothes. The ones watching the show pay to get in then throw money at the dancer. Then some pay extra to get a private dance. No one’s allowed to touch the dancers aside from placing money in a belt or something.”\n\n“I don’t know,” Mozar leaned back in his chair. “How is that entertaining?” \n\n“I can show you,” Raph offered.\n\nMozar crossed his arms over his chest, “Alright, show me.”\n\nRaph suddenly felt very nervous, “Do you have any music, with a beat?”\n\nMozar got up, walked over to a wall and slid open a panel to reveal a control panel. He pushed some buttons and a song came on. “I can work with this,” Raph breathed. He pointed to a chair, “If you would sit there.” Mozar walked over and sat down with his arms crossed over his chest. \n\nRaph began to dance, moving seductively to the music. He first removed the shirt that he had on and tossed it to the side. He had heard rumors that the commander preferred the male frame so made sure to demonstrate his flexibility and athleticism. \n\nTurning so that his backside was facing Mozar, Raph playfully removed his pants then kicked them out of the way. By this time the commander’s arms were no longer crossed and his breathing had become heavy. \n\nRaph turned back around to thrust and swerve his hips, keeping his eyes locked on Mozar the whole time. He could tell that Mozar was aroused by the display so Raph got closer, leaning in to hover just inches away from the commander. \n\nMozar’s hand came up and grabbed hold of Raph, “Does this display end in sex?”\n\nRaph swallowed hard, “Not on my planet, but here it can.” He felt Mozar’s hands on his rear and Raph moaned, “You can have the dancers put on a show, one where the spectators cannot touch them, but can bid to have a private dance that could end in sex. The dancers would get half of the biddings and all of whatever is thrown on stage while they danced.”\n\nMozar pulled Raph down into his lap then started to stroke Raph’s penis, “Your proposition has promise. I will consider it and send word to the high council for approval.”\n\nRaph grunted as Mozar worked him, “I can show others, male and female both how to dance and show whoever how to run the business.” Raph got off of Mozar’s lap when he felt that the commander wanted to stand. “Once it catches on, it will make a lot of money for whoever’s running the place. You can offer food and drink too to add to the profit. I would like to be paid for my time with this, of course.”\n\nMozar walked over and locked the door then began to unbuckle his pants as he walked back over to his desk. “I need approval from the high counsel before anything can happen. You might have to put on a show for them to win them over.”\n\n“I can do that,” Raph nodded. \n\nMozar dropped his pants, “Come here.” Raph walked over and Mozar grabbed him pulling him close, “I want you to take care of this overwhelming desire that you managed to fill me with.” \n\nRaph expected to be thrown on the desk and taken from behind, so he was surprised to see Mozar turn and bend over, lifting his tail. Raph positioned himself behind the larger male and pushed inside. Mozar grunted and pushed back against Raph only confirming that the rumors were true. \n\nRaph grabbed hold of the muscular orange thighs and set his pace while Mozar’s tail wrapped itself back behind Raph, holding him close. Then Raph reached around and grabbed Mozar’s throbbing member and started pumping in time to his thrusts, eliciting a deep moan from the commander. \n\n“I think I should have chosen you as my personal sex slave,” Mozar panted. “Michelangelo’s penis was difficult to get to at first.”\n\n“Yeah,” Raph grunted. “It’s kind of hard to have sex with him like this.”\n\nMozar climaxed, coating Raph’s hand in warm stickiness, and Raph allowed himself to churr out his release. Mozar stood and pulled his pants back up, “Not anymore.” \n\nRaph felt his heart skip, “What do you mean by that?”\n\n“I had the physician correct the problem by removing the lower part of his shell,” Mozar answered flatly. “His penis is easily accessible now, though it is not as big as yours.”\n\nRaph felt faint, “You had his lower plastron removed?”\n\n“Not much,” Mozar patronized, “just enough to expose his penis underneath.” Mozar unlocked the door and opened it. “Put your clothes back on. The guards will lead you back to your room. I will let you know what the high counsel thinks of your proposal.”\n\n\n**\n\n\nDonatello’s days were all the same only he was now in his third room, and they all looked more or less the same. He got up each morning and trained Raphael as much as he could before he had to get back to work and Raph had to go fight. He would work until someone brought him food, he would take a break to eat, then back to work. Raph would return at different times in the evening depending on how bad he was hurt, if he won, or if he was propositioned after the fight which happened weather he won or not. He was getting popular among the spectators do to the fact that he was a bit of a showboat. \n\nSome days Donatello would be permitted to watch the fights on a monitor as he worked. His heart would pound when Raph was in the arena. At The Campion level, sometimes the fighters were killed. They were desperate and that desperation led them to do whatever it took. It was always a hard night that followed anytime Raph found himself having to kill his opponent to keep his opponent from killing him. It was even harder when Raph was hurt so bad that he had to take time off to heal which meant that it would take longer for him to earn the tokens needed for their freedom. \n\nBeing that Raphael was Donatello’s only real social interaction, Donnie had grown close to him. They needed each other to stay sane and despite the fact that Raphael was being used for sex on nearly a daily basis, he needed Donatello’s gentle and intimate touch. \n\nThe first time they were together they cried almost the entire time and swore that they would confess to Leo and Mikey. But the guilt didn’t do much to stop them from continuing to find comfort in each other. They knew that once they got home things would never be the same. Donnie still loved Leo and Raph loved Mikey, but the bond that was forming between them won’t be easy to dismiss. \n\nBy his calculations it has been about two Earth months since their capture and in that time Donatello could see the hardness that has overcome Raph and the emptiness in his eyes. His body and shell were scarred and the tattoo on his left arm was riddled so much with scars that it was ruined. \n\n“How much longer on that one?” the worn out Raph asked while lying on their shared bed. Mozar finally got him an audience with the High Council that morning, the council was brought over with the transmat, and they liked his display so much they all wanted a turn with him. Then after that he was sent to The Champions to fight. He had won, though his leg was injured pretty bad and despite the injury accepted the offer from one of the spectators for sex. \n\n“I’m almost done with it,” Donnie answered without looking up. “It will be done in the morning.”\n\nRaph rolled over to look at Don, “How many more do you think they will make you build?”\n\nDonnie shrugged, “As many as they can before you buy my freedom I suppose.”\n\n“I earned a thousand today,” Raph placed the bag on the ground near the bed. \n\n“We’ll add it to the rest,” Donnie answered absent mindedly while he worked. Raph simply waited for it to sink in. “Wait,” Donnie perked up. “Did you say a thousand?”\n\nRaph nodded. \n\nTears filled Donnie eyes, “We can free Leo now?”\n\n“Yeah,” Raph grunted and rolled back onto his carapace. \n\n\n**\n\n\nLeo had heard the soldiers talking about his brothers. He knew that Raph and Don were being kept together, which eased his mind knowing that Donnie was not alone, but it killed him to hear how close they had become. He wondered if they knew that they were being watched. Despite the pain, he didn’t blame them for finding comfort in each other, not really. \n\nDread filled Leo as he walked over to the sink to wash up before the morning rush. He was about to start preparing breakfast when a soldier entered the kitchen. The head cook received the notice from the soldier and looked it over. Usually after a notice was delivered the soldier would leave, but this time he waited. \n\nThe head cook looked up at Leo, “Your fighter has paid for your freedom.”\n\nLeo went numb for a moment, not registering what he had just heard. The soldier walked over and grabbed Leo’s arm, “I will take you to the Commander.”\n\nHe was dragged from the kitchen and he was actually sorry that he didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. He was led to Mozar’s office and was surprised to see Michelangelo there. He had a leather collar around his neck and loose brightly colored clothes. He sat in the corner and even though he looked like he wanted to jump up and run to Leo, he stayed put.\n\n“He wanted to be able to say goodbye,” Mozar explained. \n\n“Goodbye?” Leo felt his hear hammering in his chest.\n\nMozar nodded, “You are going home today. You cannot stay here because Raphael cannot afford to keep you.” He looked down at Mikey, “Go say your goodbyes.”\n\nMikey jumped up and rushed to Leo as tears fell down his cheeks, “Are you okay?”\n\nLeo wrapped his arms around his little brother, “I endured. How are you holding up?”\n\n“Mozar’s not so bad,” Mikey shrugged. “Though… he had the doctors cut my plastron.”\n\n“What?” Leo gasped. “Let me see.”\n\nMikey blushed as he revealed his now shortened plastron, “At least they put me out for the procedure.” The length had been cut, but more up the middle than on the sides so now he had a horseshoe shape arching over his penis. “I will defiantly have to wear pants from now on. My peepee’s exposed.” Though most of Mikey’s penis was internalized, the tip was always out under his shell, now it had no protection at all. \n\n“Oh, Mikey,” Leo breathed and pulled Mikey in for another hug. “Don’t worry, little brother, it will grow back, though it may look different.”\n\n“Let’s go,” Mozar interrupted. “Donatello should be finished with the transmat he is working on by now. He can test it out by sending you home.”\n\nMozar led them through the city to a distant building on the other side of the Asteroid Ship. Leo’s excitement grew with the prospect of seeing Donnie again and he could see that Mikey was equally excited. Mozar opened a door, “In here, in the back.”\n\nAs they walked through the front of the room the sound of heavy breathing could be heard followed by a churr. Leo and Mikey stopped. \n\nMozar looked at them, “Don’t you want to see your friends?”\n\n“You know what that sound is,” Mikey glared at him.\n\nA devious smile spread across Mozar’s beak, “I do. Now go.” He pushed them forward. They walked around a corner and saw Raph and Don with their backs to them, having sex. Donnie was spooning Raph with the emerald leg draped back over olive-green ones. Leo didn’t expect to see Donnie being the dominant one, but at the same time he wasn’t surprised. Donnie did dominate him more often than not. \n\nLeo could tell from the way they churred and moved that they had both reached their orgasm. The three observers stayed quiet while the two lovers came down from their high. They shifted a bit so Raph could turn around and they looked like they were about to cuddle when Raph noticed them standing there and froze. \n\nDonnie sensing Raph distress turned to see what was causing it. His breath hitched when his eyes fell on Leo and he began to cry. “Leo,” he whimpered. Raph’s eyes stayed fixed on Mikey. \n\n“I thought that they had sent you home already,” Donnie sobbed as he fell out of the bed and scrambled to his feet. “We paid for your freedom last night.” He threw himself into Leo and cried into his plastron, “I didn’t want you to find out this way. I was going to tell you. I can explain.”\n\nLeo shushed him, “I already knew. The guards talk.”\n\nRaph stayed on the bed too injured to stand, “Mikey.”\n\nMikey looked up at Mozar to wordlessly ask permission, but Mozar shook his head, “You are here to say your goodbyes to Leonardo, not see Raphael.”\n\nMikey stifled a sob and look down at the floor, “It’s okay Raph. I already knew too. Mozar told me.” He looked up at Raph, “Are you okay?”\n\nLeo wasn’t sure if Mikey noticed that the collar that Raph wore was imbedded into his neck. But everyone could see that his upper left thigh was bound. “Yeah,” he managed to smile. “I just have to stay off it for a while. I’ll be back fighting in a few days.” Scars riddled his body and he even had one across his face that mercifully missed his left eye. “I’m doing alright in the fights.” \n“Enough,” Mozar cut Mikey off before he had a chance to speak again. The commander looked at Leo, “Up on the platform.”\n\nLeo kissed Donnie, “It’s okay. I understand.” Leo walked over to Raph and kneeled down, “Thank you.”\n\nRaph grabbed hold of Leo’s arm, “I’m sorry that it took so long.”\n\nTears stung Leo’s eyes, “There are fighters that pay for their own freedom, damming the others in their group to a life time of slavery. A woman that worked in the mess with me killed herself after learning that her fighter had abandoned her. So again, I say thank you.”\n\n“Mikey’s next,” Raph fought back a sob. “When he gets back to Earth, I want you to take care of him.” Raph leaned in close and whispered, “If you two find comfort in each other, that’s okay. Do you understand? Don’t deprive yourselves.”\n\nLeo looked back over to Mikey. He never saw the smallest Turtle as sexually appealing, but he understood what Raph was implying. He knew that there was a chance of it happening. “When you get back?” Leo whispered.\n\nRaph shook his head. “I’ll start doing you and Donnie and Mikey can have each other,” he chuckled. \n\nLeo laughed, “Yuck.”\n\n“Ouch,” Raph teased. “I know I’m a little ragged now, but I’m still the best looking of the bunch.”\n\nLeo laughed then leaned in to kiss Raph gently, “I will see you again.” It wasn’t a question, but he sounded unsure. \n\nRaph nodded, “If the High Council approves my idea, I won’t have to fight anymore.”\n\n“What will you do?”\n\n“Strip,” Raph smiled. “They don’t have that here, yet.”\n\nMozar placed a hand on Leo’s shoulder, “On the platform now.”\n\nLeo stood and walked over to say one last goodbye to Mikey then Don before stepping up on the platform. “I’ll see you soon, Mikey,” Leo said with as much conviction as he could muster. He nodded to Donnie and the genius Turtle pressed a series of buttons. \n\nBeing teleported felt strange and it was followed by the sensation of falling then intense cold. He looked around to find himself standing near the farm house and snow lay heavy on the ground. He shivered and felt himself grow tired. Extreme cold was not good for a turtle and his light clothes did nothing to shield him from it.\n\nHe ran up to the front door and banged on it. The cold was overwhelming and his body shivered, a feat that normal turtles cannot do. Dread started to fill Leo as he thought that he made it home only to die from exposure. He felt himself start to lose consciousness and he leaned against the door. \n\nThe door opened and he fell inside. “Leonardo?” Grandma Rose exclaimed. She grabbed hold of him and started to pull. “You have to get up,” she grunted. “You’re too heavy for me to lift and there is no one else here.”\n\nLeo forced himself to move inside the house by scooting over the threshold. As soon as he was clear of the door, Rose closed it against the cold. “I’ll get you a blanket and you can warm yourself by the fire,” she said running off to get the blanket. But by that time Leo had lost consciousness. \n\n\n**\n\n\nMikey watched Leo disappear and smiled knowing that his brother was now safe at home. Mozar walked over to Raph, “The High Council made their decision.”\n\n“Yeah,” Raph looked up. \n\n“They rejected your idea.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“They opted to continue with the fighting only,” Mozar replied. “Your idea would make it too easy for slaves to earn their freedom. There has to be a chance for failure, or we will lose all our slaves. You will just have to continue fighting and selling yourself afterwards. The violence suits you better anyway.”\n\n“You want violence?” Raph growled. “I’ve been holding back ‘cause I don’t like the idea of killing. But if you want violence, I’ll show you violence. I’ll turn your fucking arena into a bloodbath.”\n\n“I look forward to it,” Mozar grabbed Mikey and turned for the door. “The more fighters you kill means the more slaves we get to keep.”\n\n“You won’t get to keep Mikey,” Raph yelled after them. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Yoshi sat at the kitchen table sipping his cup of tea. A month had passed since the Triceratons came and took their sons. The government also came, as Shen expected, and asked a lot of questions while looking through files. Honeycutt proved to be quite helpful with keeping unwanted files out of the government’s hands and there were no real surprise inspections because Honeycutt was in the government’s computers.

Honeycutt had explained to them Triceraton’s laws for slavery and that didn’t do much for helping Shen’s grief. Raph’s parents also showed deep signs of grief and they visited every day to see if there was any news. Yoshi knew that the boys were resourceful and that they would somehow find a way to get back home.

He got up to place his cup in the sink and, as his back was turned, he heard something clatter on the table. He turned quickly to see a message tube rolling on the table. He caught it before it fell.

He opened the tube and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper that had Donatello’s handwriting on it. :Mother and Father,: it began. :I have finished the first transmat device for the Triceratons and they have permitted me to send you a note. Raphael has been tasked with earning the currency to pay for our freedom. Sadly he must do this by fighting and selling his body. Sadder still is that his is not the worst fate. Leonardo has been sent to serve the troops, this includes satisfying their sexual desires, and Michelangelo has become the commander’s personal sex slave. Raphael has decided that Leonardo will be freed first followed by Michelangelo. Do to the fact that once they are free Raphael will have to pay to keep them we will be sending them home using the transmat device. I want you to know, however, that I will remain a slave with Raphael until he earns enough currency to free us both. I am not suffering any kind of abuse so there is no rush to free me, unlike the others, and I refuse to leave Raphael here alone. Although he is proving to be a great fighter, it is still taking its toll on his body so I cannot gage how long this will take. I continue his training each morning as best as I can and he has already improved so much, though I can see that his soul suffers. I love you both. We will see you again. Love, Donatello.:

Yoshi wiped the tears from his cheeks as he thought about the abuse his boys were suffering. He rolled the paper back up and placed it in the tube and headed out to give the news to Carla and Steve Jones.


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Raphael had requested an audience with Commander Mozar and ten days later he was granted one. He and Donatello had been moved to a new building so that Donnie could build another transmat device so Raph had to be led through the city to meet with Mozar. The Triceraton commander sat at his desk going over reports when Raph was brought in.

“You may leave,” Mozar waved the guards away. “What do you want?” he asked as soon as they left.

Raph’s heart hammered in his chest, “I asked around about the different slave positions and was told that there was only one way to make tokens.”

“Yes,” Mozar sounded bored. “One from each group of slaves is selected to fight so that tokens can be earned to buy their freedom.”

“What if there’s no one good for fighting in a group?”

“Then they all remain slaves.”

“What if there was a new way for them to make tokens?”

“I take it you have a way.”

Raph nodded, “Back home, my family had a business called a strip club.”

Mozar sighed, “Go on.”

“It’s a show really,” Raph explained. “A dancer gets up on stage and moves seductively to a song while removing articles of clothes. The ones watching the show pay to get in then throw money at the dancer. Then some pay extra to get a private dance. No one’s allowed to touch the dancers aside from placing money in a belt or something.”

“I don’t know,” Mozar leaned back in his chair. “How is that entertaining?”

“I can show you,” Raph offered.

Mozar crossed his arms over his chest, “Alright, show me.”

Raph suddenly felt very nervous, “Do you have any music, with a beat?”

Mozar got up, walked over to a wall and slid open a panel to reveal a control panel. He pushed some buttons and a song came on. “I can work with this,” Raph breathed. He pointed to a chair, “If you would sit there.” Mozar walked over and sat down with his arms crossed over his chest.

Raph began to dance, moving seductively to the music. He first removed the shirt that he had on and tossed it to the side. He had heard rumors that the commander preferred the male frame so made sure to demonstrate his flexibility and athleticism.

Turning so that his backside was facing Mozar, Raph playfully removed his pants then kicked them out of the way. By this time the commander’s arms were no longer crossed and his breathing had become heavy.

Raph turned back around to thrust and swerve his hips, keeping his eyes locked on Mozar the whole time. He could tell that Mozar was aroused by the display so Raph got closer, leaning in to hover just inches away from the commander.

Mozar’s hand came up and grabbed hold of Raph, “Does this display end in sex?”

Raph swallowed hard, “Not on my planet, but here it can.” He felt Mozar’s hands on his rear and Raph moaned, “You can have the dancers put on a show, one where the spectators cannot touch them, but can bid to have a private dance that could end in sex. The dancers would get half of the biddings and all of whatever is thrown on stage while they danced.”

Mozar pulled Raph down into his lap then started to stroke Raph’s penis, “Your proposition has promise. I will consider it and send word to the high council for approval.”

Raph grunted as Mozar worked him, “I can show others, male and female both how to dance and show whoever how to run the business.” Raph got off of Mozar’s lap when he felt that the commander wanted to stand. “Once it catches on, it will make a lot of money for whoever’s running the place. You can offer food and drink too to add to the profit. I would like to be paid for my time with this, of course.”

Mozar walked over and locked the door then began to unbuckle his pants as he walked back over to his desk. “I need approval from the high counsel before anything can happen. You might have to put on a show for them to win them over.”

“I can do that,” Raph nodded.

Mozar dropped his pants, “Come here.” Raph walked over and Mozar grabbed him pulling him close, “I want you to take care of this overwhelming desire that you managed to fill me with.”

Raph expected to be thrown on the desk and taken from behind, so he was surprised to see Mozar turn and bend over, lifting his tail. Raph positioned himself behind the larger male and pushed inside. Mozar grunted and pushed back against Raph only confirming that the rumors were true.

Raph grabbed hold of the muscular orange thighs and set his pace while Mozar’s tail wrapped itself back behind Raph, holding him close. Then Raph reached around and grabbed Mozar’s throbbing member and started pumping in time to his thrusts, eliciting a deep moan from the commander.

“I think I should have chosen you as my personal sex slave,” Mozar panted. “Michelangelo’s penis was difficult to get to at first.”

“Yeah,” Raph grunted. “It’s kind of hard to have sex with him like this.”

Mozar climaxed, coating Raph’s hand in warm stickiness, and Raph allowed himself to churr out his release. Mozar stood and pulled his pants back up, “Not anymore.”

Raph felt his heart skip, “What do you mean by that?”

“I had the physician correct the problem by removing the lower part of his shell,” Mozar answered flatly. “His penis is easily accessible now, though it is not as big as yours.”

Raph felt faint, “You had his lower plastron removed?”

“Not much,” Mozar patronized, “just enough to expose his penis underneath.” Mozar unlocked the door and opened it. “Put your clothes back on. The guards will lead you back to your room. I will let you know what the high counsel thinks of your proposal.”


**


Donatello’s days were all the same only he was now in his third room, and they all looked more or less the same. He got up each morning and trained Raphael as much as he could before he had to get back to work and Raph had to go fight. He would work until someone brought him food, he would take a break to eat, then back to work. Raph would return at different times in the evening depending on how bad he was hurt, if he won, or if he was propositioned after the fight which happened weather he won or not. He was getting popular among the spectators do to the fact that he was a bit of a showboat.

Some days Donatello would be permitted to watch the fights on a monitor as he worked. His heart would pound when Raph was in the arena. At The Campion level, sometimes the fighters were killed. They were desperate and that desperation led them to do whatever it took. It was always a hard night that followed anytime Raph found himself having to kill his opponent to keep his opponent from killing him. It was even harder when Raph was hurt so bad that he had to take time off to heal which meant that it would take longer for him to earn the tokens needed for their freedom.

Being that Raphael was Donatello’s only real social interaction, Donnie had grown close to him. They needed each other to stay sane and despite the fact that Raphael was being used for sex on nearly a daily basis, he needed Donatello’s gentle and intimate touch.

The first time they were together they cried almost the entire time and swore that they would confess to Leo and Mikey. But the guilt didn’t do much to stop them from continuing to find comfort in each other. They knew that once they got home things would never be the same. Donnie still loved Leo and Raph loved Mikey, but the bond that was forming between them won’t be easy to dismiss.

By his calculations it has been about two Earth months since their capture and in that time Donatello could see the hardness that has overcome Raph and the emptiness in his eyes. His body and shell were scarred and the tattoo on his left arm was riddled so much with scars that it was ruined.

“How much longer on that one?” the worn out Raph asked while lying on their shared bed. Mozar finally got him an audience with the High Council that morning, the council was brought over with the transmat, and they liked his display so much they all wanted a turn with him. Then after that he was sent to The Champions to fight. He had won, though his leg was injured pretty bad and despite the injury accepted the offer from one of the spectators for sex.

“I’m almost done with it,” Donnie answered without looking up. “It will be done in the morning.”

Raph rolled over to look at Don, “How many more do you think they will make you build?”

Donnie shrugged, “As many as they can before you buy my freedom I suppose.”

“I earned a thousand today,” Raph placed the bag on the ground near the bed.

“We’ll add it to the rest,” Donnie answered absent mindedly while he worked. Raph simply waited for it to sink in. “Wait,” Donnie perked up. “Did you say a thousand?”

Raph nodded.

Tears filled Donnie eyes, “We can free Leo now?”

“Yeah,” Raph grunted and rolled back onto his carapace.


**


Leo had heard the soldiers talking about his brothers. He knew that Raph and Don were being kept together, which eased his mind knowing that Donnie was not alone, but it killed him to hear how close they had become. He wondered if they knew that they were being watched. Despite the pain, he didn’t blame them for finding comfort in each other, not really.  

Dread filled Leo as he walked over to the sink to wash up before the morning rush. He was about to start preparing breakfast when a soldier entered the kitchen. The head cook received the notice from the soldier and looked it over. Usually after a notice was delivered the soldier would leave, but this time he waited.

The head cook looked up at Leo, “Your fighter has paid for your freedom.”

Leo went numb for a moment, not registering what he had just heard. The soldier walked over and grabbed Leo’s arm, “I will take you to the Commander.”

He was dragged from the kitchen and he was actually sorry that he didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. He was led to Mozar’s office and was surprised to see Michelangelo there. He had a leather collar around his neck and loose brightly colored clothes. He sat in the corner and even though he looked like he wanted to jump up and run to Leo, he stayed put.

“He wanted to be able to say goodbye,” Mozar explained.

“Goodbye?” Leo felt his hear hammering in his chest.

Mozar nodded, “You are going home today. You cannot stay here because Raphael cannot afford to keep you.” He looked down at Mikey, “Go say your goodbyes.”

Mikey jumped up and rushed to Leo as tears fell down his cheeks, “Are you okay?”

Leo wrapped his arms around his little brother, “I endured. How are you holding up?”

“Mozar’s not so bad,” Mikey shrugged. “Though… he had the doctors cut my plastron.”

“What?” Leo gasped. “Let me see.”

Mikey blushed as he revealed his now shortened plastron, “At least they put me out for the procedure.” The length had been cut, but more up the middle than on the sides so now he had a horseshoe shape arching over his penis. “I will defiantly have to wear pants from now on. My peepee’s exposed.” Though most of Mikey’s penis was internalized, the tip was always out under his shell, now it had no protection at all.

“Oh, Mikey,” Leo breathed and pulled Mikey in for another hug. “Don’t worry, little brother, it will grow back, though it may look different.”

“Let’s go,” Mozar interrupted. “Donatello should be finished with the transmat he is working on by now. He can test it out by sending you home.”

Mozar led them through the city to a distant building on the other side of the Asteroid Ship. Leo’s excitement grew with the prospect of seeing Donnie again and he could see that Mikey was equally excited. Mozar opened a door, “In here, in the back.”

As they walked through the front of the room the sound of heavy breathing could be heard followed by a churr. Leo and Mikey stopped.

Mozar looked at them, “Don’t you want to see your friends?”

“You know what that sound is,” Mikey glared at him.

A devious smile spread across Mozar’s beak, “I do. Now go.” He pushed them forward. They walked around a corner and saw Raph and Don with their backs to them, having sex. Donnie was spooning Raph with the emerald leg draped back over olive-green ones. Leo didn’t expect to see Donnie being the dominant one, but at the same time he wasn’t surprised. Donnie did dominate him more often than not.

Leo could tell from the way they churred and moved that they had both reached their orgasm. The three observers stayed quiet while the two lovers came down from their high. They shifted a bit so Raph could turn around and they looked like they were about to cuddle when Raph noticed them standing there and froze.

Donnie sensing Raph distress turned to see what was causing it. His breath hitched when his eyes fell on Leo and he began to cry. “Leo,” he whimpered. Raph’s eyes stayed fixed on Mikey.

“I thought that they had sent you home already,” Donnie sobbed as he fell out of the bed and scrambled to his feet. “We paid for your freedom last night.” He threw himself into Leo and cried into his plastron, “I didn’t want you to find out this way. I was going to tell you. I can explain.”

Leo shushed him, “I already knew. The guards talk.”

Raph stayed on the bed too injured to stand, “Mikey.”

Mikey looked up at Mozar to wordlessly ask permission, but Mozar shook his head, “You are here to say your goodbyes to Leonardo, not see Raphael.”

Mikey stifled a sob and look down at the floor, “It’s okay Raph. I already knew too. Mozar told me.” He looked up at Raph, “Are you okay?”

Leo wasn’t sure if Mikey noticed that the collar that Raph wore was imbedded into his neck. But everyone could see that his upper left thigh was bound. “Yeah,” he managed to smile. “I just have to stay off it for a while. I’ll be back fighting in a few days.” Scars riddled his body and he even had one across his face that mercifully missed his left eye. “I’m doing alright in the fights.”
“Enough,” Mozar cut Mikey off before he had a chance to speak again. The commander looked at Leo, “Up on the platform.”

Leo kissed Donnie, “It’s okay. I understand.” Leo walked over to Raph and kneeled down, “Thank you.”

Raph grabbed hold of Leo’s arm, “I’m sorry that it took so long.”

Tears stung Leo’s eyes, “There are fighters that pay for their own freedom, damming the others in their group to a life time of slavery. A woman that worked in the mess with me killed herself after learning that her fighter had abandoned her. So again, I say thank you.”

“Mikey’s next,” Raph fought back a sob. “When he gets back to Earth, I want you to take care of him.” Raph leaned in close and whispered, “If you two find comfort in each other, that’s okay. Do you understand? Don’t deprive yourselves.”

Leo looked back over to Mikey. He never saw the smallest Turtle as sexually appealing, but he understood what Raph was implying. He knew that there was a chance of it happening. “When you get back?” Leo whispered.

Raph shook his head. “I’ll start doing you and Donnie and Mikey can have each other,” he chuckled.

Leo laughed, “Yuck.”

“Ouch,” Raph teased. “I know I’m a little ragged now, but I’m still the best looking of the bunch.”

Leo laughed then leaned in to kiss Raph gently, “I will see you again.” It wasn’t a question, but he sounded unsure.

Raph nodded, “If the High Council approves my idea, I won’t have to fight anymore.”

“What will you do?”

“Strip,” Raph smiled. “They don’t have that here, yet.”

Mozar placed a hand on Leo’s shoulder, “On the platform now.”

Leo stood and walked over to say one last goodbye to Mikey then Don before stepping up on the platform. “I’ll see you soon, Mikey,” Leo said with as much conviction as he could muster. He nodded to Donnie and the genius Turtle pressed a series of buttons.

Being teleported felt strange and it was followed by the sensation of falling then intense cold. He looked around to find himself standing near the farm house and snow lay heavy on the ground. He shivered and felt himself grow tired. Extreme cold was not good for a turtle and his light clothes did nothing to shield him from it.

He ran up to the front door and banged on it. The cold was overwhelming and his body shivered, a feat that normal turtles cannot do. Dread started to fill Leo as he thought that he made it home only to die from exposure. He felt himself start to lose consciousness and he leaned against the door.

The door opened and he fell inside. “Leonardo?” Grandma Rose exclaimed. She grabbed hold of him and started to pull. “You have to get up,” she grunted. “You’re too heavy for me to lift and there is no one else here.”

Leo forced himself to move inside the house by scooting over the threshold. As soon as he was clear of the door, Rose closed it against the cold. “I’ll get you a blanket and you can warm yourself by the fire,” she said running off to get the blanket. But by that time Leo had lost consciousness.


**


Mikey watched Leo disappear and smiled knowing that his brother was now safe at home. Mozar walked over to Raph, “The High Council made their decision.”

“Yeah,” Raph looked up.

“They rejected your idea.”

“What?”

“They opted to continue with the fighting only,” Mozar replied. “Your idea would make it too easy for slaves to earn their freedom. There has to be a chance for failure, or we will lose all our slaves. You will just have to continue fighting and selling yourself afterwards. The violence suits you better anyway.”

“You want violence?” Raph growled. “I’ve been holding back ‘cause I don’t like the idea of killing. But if you want violence, I’ll show you violence. I’ll turn your fucking arena into a bloodbath.”

“I look forward to it,” Mozar grabbed Mikey and turned for the door. “The more fighters you kill means the more slaves we get to keep.”

“You won’t get to keep Mikey,” Raph yelled after them.
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