Pain before pleasure Chapter 1, Reawakening By WintersInk Raph and Leo were at it again. By sparring in the dojo the brothers were able to vent all kinds of energies by throwing fists and feet and knees and elbows and occasionally words. Once again Raph had let danger fall upon him and his brothers by jumping sais first into a foot clan trap. But something was different about this fight, something not quite right about Raphael's aura. "You need to put a little more thought into your actions, Raph." Leo chastised, precisely maneuvering around his brothers attacks. "A lone Foot out on his own? You'd have to be an idiot to not take that chance!" Raph retorted, lining up his words with each of his blows so they came out just as forceful as his attacks. "The stupid thing was jumping him without giving us so much as a heads up!" By this point Leo was sweating and his defenses were beginning to falter. Clear beads of sweat ran gleaming down his finely toned body. "Oh I'm sorry Leo, next time I'll let you know before I decide to squash an ant.” Raph sarcastically apologized, “ I don't need to tell you everything that I do!" Leo was needing to block punches now. He no longer had the energy to dodge. But even when he blocked the sheer force behind his brothers attacks were staggering. "You will if we are to be a team, Raphael!" He caught the red banded turtle in the shoulder with a counter jab; pissing him off further. Bad move. Raph feinted left and gave a swift kick to the back of Leo's knee causing him to stagger backward. The red banded turtle took this opportunity to tackle his opponent to the ground, using his weight to keep him pinned there. Leo knew it was hopeless to struggle with his brother on top of him like this. Something was still off. Raphael was leaning in too close, their faces inches apart, sweat dripped off of Raph’s body and mixed with Leo's. He sat there for a minute panting and staring down at Leo who had his head cocked to the side. Too proud to state his defeat, and Raph too headstrong to be humble in victory. Raph had won the battle and by extension the argument. Panting, the scarlet turtle let the words roll off his tongue, "You know... Sometimes... I'd like... To do... What I want..." Leo shivered as the hot breathy words slithered around his neck. He felt something slimy on his lower plastron. Leo strained against his brother, his weight suddenly seemed impossibly heavy. All Leo could smell was Raphs musky scent. He filled his lungs with it. The fearless leader shut his eyes tight and let whatever was going to happen happen. Whatever was on his pelvis was getting wetter. There was a quick patter of feet and Raph was hoisted up by his shell off his brother and spun around to face the wall. "Raphael," Splinter commanded, "you are to stay here and meditate until I say otherwise." A pause, "Yes master." "Leonardo, go clean yourself up and let your other two brothers know Raphael is not to be disturbed." No pause, "Yes master." Leo left immediately, sliding shut the decorated paper doors behind him. Master Splinter knelt on the ground at his usual meditation spot, right In front of the tree that grew out of the ground of the dojo. It was just as old as the turtles now. The old rat had found it just before he had found the his sons. He noticed the tiny little sapling growing out through the concrete and while he was still human he set the beginnings of the lair to help the courageous little sapling grow into what it is today. He reflected on how much it has grown, how much it has matured. The rat patted the ground in front of him, indicating to his son to come sit. "..." Said the turtle, still facing the wall. His strong shoulders rose and fell steadily as he calmed himself down. "You should not feel the need to hide your body from me, my son. I have already seen everything you could show me." He tapped the floor again. All of the earlier forcefulness had left his voice and all that remained was their calm and wise Master Splinter. Reluctantly Raphael turned, paced towards the rat and knelt before him. Unable to look his master in his eyes he fixed his gaze to the floral pattern in the knee of his masters kimono. His whole face was flush. Splinter used this aversion to study his son’s growth. His broad shoulders, bulging muscles, strong jaw, his thick frame and especially the pink rod that came up out of a slit between his legs. His penis was at least 4 inches thick at the base and gently curved upwards out of his fleshy slit about 6 inches tall. His proud member slowly grew thinner down its length, coming to an almost point at the very end, allowing for easy access into tight holes. Something the rat couldn't help but note for later. Because of his species the turtle didn't have his testicles on the outside of his body, but if he did Splinter somehow knew that his son’s scrotum would be filled with a pair of two massive balls, just like his own. It took all of Splinters concentration to keep his member sheathed. He decided it would not be the appropriate time for something like that to make an appearance. There was a silence between the master and student. An apprehensive silence that slowly blossomed into a comfortable and calm silence. Raph always found it easy to be calm around his master. Splinter wore his calmness like a blanket. A blanket with warmth that extended all around to anyone near. That warmth extended to him now, he was comfortable with his bare body in front of his master. He was comfortable to have his penis standing tall in front of his master. Like a surgeon Splinter cut through the silence. "I admit, I do not know how I should proceed." Raph was still. "Your quarrels with your brother are between you and him. There is no need for your, um, little friend to be involved." Raph looked away at an unseen spot on the mat. "I understand you are young and this can be very difficult at times but control of ones body is the most crucial aspect of being a ninja. An aspect you did not display today when sparring your brother." Raphael's jaw set, the warmth was gone. Splinter knew that his words were starting to bounce off the turtle's thick skull. If he was going to be able to teach his student anything; it would not be through harsh talks. "Tomorrow we are going to be taking a trip together." Raph's body visibly stiffened. That got his attention. Standing up splinter said "I will tell your brothers. In the meantime you may wait until your friend has disappeared or has been taken care of, and then you should prepare a bag." Raph looked up to his master, who had one foot out the door already, "But master! Where the shell are we going?!" "You will see, my son," And he was gone. Leaving his son with a confused look and a penis at half mast. Grumbling unintelligibly the turtle started stroking himself, his mind wandering to what it would be like to stuff his penis in Leo's smug mouth. Shortly after Raph had finished and left; master splinter returned to the now empty dojo. Closing the door behind him he scanned the floor. The rat smiled, finding what he was looking for: small rivulets of a white fluid. From where Raph had tried to mop up his cum with his hand. Splinter's sharp rat nose could still smell his sons arousal in the air. He knelt in front of Raphael's seed and opened the front of his kimono. His long tail twitched erratically and his heart beat wildly. The old rat had not been this excited in a long time. His four sons had tested the limits of his self control. He had vowed not to have sexual contact with his students until they were ready. Not once did he let them see him stiff. Not when they bathed together, not when they relieved themselves together, not even when little Donatello started showing curiosity as to why master had a big playful sack between his father’s legs and a slit sat between his own. And Donatello was very grabby at that age. But now his eldest son, Raphael, was ready. He needed to be taught control over his most dangerous organ. But the question Splinter had on his mind was: 'am I ready?' As a master he was prepared. This has been taught for centuries, and sex was said to strengthen the bond between master and student. He will pleasure his students just as his master pleasured him. He was concerned about his readiness as a father. He raised the turtles almost from birth, chastised himself every time he thought naughty of them. Was it wrong that even now he still wants to pleasure his sons? It doesn't matter what he thinks now, the arrangements were made and there is no going back. He is going to the mountain house with his son, where they can be alone and he can teach control in the most intimate way. Splinter places a hand on his sheath and a small huff of breath escapes his lips. "Been a long time," the rat muses. It had been nearly twenty years since he last had sex. Due to his rat body Splinter hadn't been able to see anyone and resorted to doing it himself. The act had lost it's charm many years ago. But here he was now, a half foot away from his son's spunk and reinvigorated with the sexual energies of youth. The rat closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of Raph's scent. He begins by massaging his sheath, it's not long before a deep red penis emerges. It rises to a healthy eight inches. Splinter uses his other hand to fondle his furred sack. The rat mutation was kind to this part of his body. It took his whole hand to cup his balls. Each testicle being slightly larger than a pingpong ball meant he had a lot of semen to go around. The rat was beginning to get painfully stiff now, but he didn't care. He was so turned on by his sons musk he scooped some cum up with his fingers and brought it to his lips. The scent was so strong he had to stop touching himself for fear of blowing his load early. Instead his hand went to his rear, massaging his tight pink tail hole. "Raphael..." Splinter breathed as he pressed his fingers to his tongue, sensually spreading his sons seed over his taste buds. Splinter sucked his cum covered fingers imagining it was his son’s cock. He imagined Raphael shoving his cock deep into splinters throat, shooting his youthful spunk deep inside and painting his master’s insides white. Splinter was able to force only a single digit past his tight anal ring. Deciding he needed some lubricant and something more accurately shaped; he lifted the end of his tail to his mouth. Replacing his fingers he began deep throating his tail for a moment. Once it was nice and wet he guided the tip of his tail to his ass. to give himself better access splinter leaned forward, bringing his nose down to the floor; right on top of Raphael's cum. Breathing deeply the old rat was able to relax his muscles and let his tail gain entrance to the fleshy pink cavern. Slowly splinter inched his tail into his backside. Penetration was harder than he remembered but so much more pleasurable. Even without touching it, his red rat cock was aching with excitement. Veins throbbed with excitement underneath the slightly wrinkly skin of his shaft. His tail was a good four inches deep in his ass now and he could feel the tip wiggling inside his body, trying to get deeper, finding more and more pleasure inside every nook and cranny it explores. Splinters hips begin involuntarily thrusting, driving his tail deeper inside himself. 6 inches, 7 inches. The tail finds a little ball to curl around. Splinter inhales sharply, gasping for air but all he is getting is pure Raph musk. He licks the floor to get more of his sons seed on his tongue. 8 inches, 9 inches. He feels like his ass is about to explode. The rat’s tail massages his prostate like no other. He curls and straightens it deep inside his anus. He can feel his anal walls move in ways they never have before. One final stretch and splinters ass tightens hard around his tail. His entire body convulses in a fit of pleasure as cum flows in jets out of his cockhead. He moans his eldest son’s name as warm white liquid splashes off his chest and onto the floor. Splinters breaths are ragged and uneven as he comes down off his high. Rolling onto his side he lifts his leg to inspect himself and the mess he made. His red cock was still stiff and very sensitive. He couldn't help twitching when it brushed up against his stomach fur. There was a fairly large sized pool of cum where he was lying and the fur a couple inches above his penis was soaked in it as well. His tail was still buried deep in his backside. Carefully he gave it a little wiggle. He could feel his insides shifting happily, causing a little more sperm to dribble out his cock and drip down the rats shaft. All things considered he felt like he could still go for another round. Suddenly the door slid open. "Master I-" it was his purple clad son. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed what was on display before him. His own father with his kimono loose behind him. His penis hard and willing. A pool of cum still warm. And his tail erotically curled in on itself. The turtle felt his face go flush.