That night, Leatherhead found that he was unable to drift off. He sat there, on the fully outstretched recliner, watching muted late night programming on television. He yawned, and thought back to the moment that he broke Master Splinter’s tea set. Even though it was an accident, he’d fully expected Master Splinter to scold him for it.
***
‘Oh, Master Splinter,’ he said apologetically. ‘I’m sorry.’
His tail then broke the kettle and he started to get more worried and more flustered. But instead, Splinter spoke softly to him. ‘Just calm down, Leatherhead.’
Leatherhead stood up. ‘I’m very, very sorry Master Splinter.’
‘Do not worry about it.’
‘But something like this is very personal to you.’
Master Splinter stood up slowly and looked at him. ‘As I said, do not worry about it,’ he said. ‘I know that you did not mean to break it and accidents do happen,’
Leatherhead didn’t feel any better and tried not to look at Master Splinter. He felt ashamed, as if he’d committed an awful crime.
‘My sons can get me another,’ he said. ‘If not, I am sure that Donatello would have some glue and be able to fix this one for me.’
Leatherhead looked at Master Splinter’s smiling face. This didn’t reassure him and he gave a sad smile. ‘Thank you for your kindness, Master Splinter,’ he said. ‘But if it’s okay with you, I would like to be alone now.’
‘Of course.’
Leatherhead trudged slowly out of the dojo while Master Splinter looked on in concern.
***
He stared blankly at the screen, thinking how much of a klutz he is and how’d he shown such disrespect. Especially, after the turtles and their master had taken him in and shown him nothing kindness since he’d arrived. I can’t stay here, he thought glumly and turned off the television.
He sat up and was preparing to hoist himself out of the recliner, when a voice came from behind. ‘Leatherhead? You are still awake?’
He turned his head. Master Splinter was standing there, however, completely naked this time. He was surprised.
‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘Yes, I am.’
Master Splinter approached him. ‘Do not let what happened tonight bother you.’
His private parts dangled in Leatherhead’s eyeline. Feeling embarrassed, tried his best to look away from the naked rat’s masculinity. 
Master Splinter could see how uncomfortable Leatherhead was. After a while, he eventually realised why Leatherhead was feeling this way.
‘I am sorry,’ he said. ‘My sons have often seen me this way and I had forgotten that we have a guest.’
Leatherhead looked up. ‘That’s okay, Master Splinter.’
‘I had come out here for something to drink and I saw that you were still awake.’
‘Actually…’ Leatherhead stood up. ‘I thought it best that I leave.’
‘Why?’
‘Because…‘ Leatherhead sighed. ‘It’s unfair that I should come in here and wreck your lives.’ 
‘Nonsense! You are not wrecking our lives, Leatherhead,’ Master Splinter said in a gentle tone and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. ‘We are only too pleased to have you here.’
Leatherhead smiled. ‘Thank you, Master Splinter.’
Master Splinter smiled back. ‘I think that I would like to help you.’
Leatherhead looked at him in puzzlement. ‘How will you do that?’
‘Come with me into the dojo, there is something I would like to try.’
He held out his hand. Feeling slightly unsure, Leatherhead eventually took it and Master Splinter led him into the dojo.
***
Leatherhead and Master Splinter entered the dojo. ‘Sit down,’ Master Splinter said and Leatherhead did so. Master Splinter lit some candles and sat in front of Leatherhead. He looked him in the eyes.
‘The problem, I believe,’ he began, ‘is that you have too many thoughts on your mind.’
Leatherhead stayed silent and just stared. 
‘I wish to help you to relax,’ he continued. ‘And you may feel better about yourself. Would you be willing to let me try to help you, Leatherhead?’
Leatherhead felt a little uneasy, but was he willing to give what Master Splinter was proposing a try? He hated feeling so tense and nervous nearly all of the time like he could never do right.
‘Yes, Master Splinter,’ he eventually said.
Master Splinter smiled. ‘Good. Now just sit there and take a deep breath in like I am doing.’
He inhaled and Leatherhead did the same. ‘Now exhale,’ Master Splinter said.
He exhaled and Leatherhead did also. ‘Do that two or three more times and that will make you feel less tense,’ Master Splinter told him.
They sat there, eyes locked and breathing in and out simultaneously. ‘Now close your eyes,’ Master Splinter said. ‘And ignore all distractions.’
They sat meditating and Leatherhead, although at first slightly wary, found himself enjoying it. He found all his previous thoughts now draining from his mind, that his muscles were loosening up and that he was now feeling good overall.
He then heard a voice, it sounded like his own but angrier. ‘What are you doing?’ it said.
The voice continued, ‘I said, what are you doing?’
Leatherhead continued to ignore it.
‘You know that you shouldn’t be here,’ the voice said. This time Leatherhead found the voice harder to ignore. He screwed up his eyes, gritted his teeth and started growling. 
‘You will hurt them!’
‘Stop it!’ Leatherhead told the voice. Master Splinter opened his eyes and saw the mixture of despair and anger on Leatherhead’s face.
‘You’re a monster!’
‘Shut up!’ Leatherhead said, louder this time.
‘You’re a monster!’ the voice repeated.
‘No, I’m not!’
‘Yes, you are! YOU ARE A MONSTER!’
Leatherhead opened his eyes. ‘NO I AM NOT!’ he screamed.
‘Leatherhead. Leatherhead.’
He looked around and saw that he was still in the dojo. He was confused. ‘Master Splinter?’
Master Splinter laid a comforting hand on his own. ‘It is okay, Leatherhead,’ he said. ‘You are safe.’
Leatherhead felt exhausted, he was panting as if he’d run a marathon and his heart was pumping furiously. Master Splinter looked at him and tried to help regulate his breathing. 
‘Calm yourself, Leatherhead,’ he said. ‘Just look at me and take deep breaths.’
Master Splinter inhaled and exhaled. Leatherhead copied. Soon, the feeling of terror and panic ebbed away and his heart slowed.
‘Are you okay now?’ Master Splinter asked.
Leatherhead didn’t say anything, he just looked at Master Splinter and nodded. He looked sad and Master Splinter could sense that he was troubled. He took his hand away and looked at him.
‘I am sorry, Leatherhead,’ Master Splinter said sadly. ‘I thought this might help you.’
Leatherhead looked up. ‘Oh, it did, Master Splinter.’
‘May I ask what happened then?’
‘Well…’ Leatherhead was finding it hard to speak. ‘I heard a voice. It sounded like mine.’
Master Splinter looked at him with concern on his face and in his eyes. ‘What did it say to you?’
‘It said,’ Leatherhead took in a breath. ‘That I was a monster and that I would hurt you and the others.’
Master Splinter gently put a hand on Leatherhead’s cheek. ‘You are not a monster,’ he told him. ‘And do not let that voice tell you otherwise.’
They locked eyes. And then, they leaned slowly toward each other and kissed. Gently at first, but the passion soon intensified. Master Splinter put a hand on Leatherhead’s muscular chest and gently pushed him back onto the floor.
It was then he started laying gentle kisses from Leatherhead’s chest all the way down to his stiffening cock. Leatherhead felt a little strange, but it was a good feeling. However, when Master Splinter wrapped his hand on his cock, he quickly jerked his head up. ‘Wait, Master Splinter.’
He looked up.
‘What about the others?’
Master Splinter smiled. ‘Do not worry about them. Just lie back and relax.’
Leatherhead felt a bit unsure and watched as Master Splinter took his cock into his mouth. He moaned and leaned his head back as he felt the warmth of Master Splinter’s mouth and the slickness of his tongue. ‘Ohh,’ he said.
Master Splinter looked up and smiled. He then started sucking gently and moving his up and down, up and down. Leatherhead felt himself become harder and harder. He was feeling things that he’d never felt before, one of them being an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
Master Splinter then took the cock out of his mouth and then, went down on all fours. Leatherhead raised up his head and saw Master Splinter presenting himself. He sat up. ‘What’re you doing, Master Splinter?’
Master Splinter turned his head and looked at him seductively. ‘Please, Leatherhead,’ he said softly. ‘Please enter me.’
At first, Leatherhead was a bit puzzled but then, he felt an urge take over. It was overwhelming. He got down on one knee and put his hands on Master Splinter’s sides. 
He spread his ass cheeks apart, exposing his tight rat hole. Then, he moved forward and gently eased himself in. Master Splinter screwed up his face and grunted as he felt Leatherhead’s member enter him. After a while, he relaxed.
Leatherhead leaned forward. ‘Are you okay, Master Splinter?’
‘Yes, Leatherhead, I am.’
‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?’
‘No, you are just bigger than I expected.’
Leatherhead smiled. For some unknown reason, he felt happy that Master Splinter had said that. He began thrusting slowly back and forth, back and forth. 
‘Aah! Ooh! Yes!’ Master Splinter said. ‘You are excellent at that, Leatherhead.’
The words of encouragement from him made Leatherhead feel very happy, another thing he’d not felt for a while. He then picked up speed in his thrusting, getting faster and faster. Master Splinter felt like he was going to melt.
There were audible slaps as torso and ass cheeks made contact. Leatherhead gripped Master Splinter’s hips tightly. He was losing control of himself. He screwed up his face and gritted his teeth as he shot his load in Master Splinter’s ass and Master Splinter also did the same as he also shot his load at the same time. They both relaxed and collapsed on each other.
They were both panting, like they had both performed a rigorous training exercise. ‘That was…’ Master Splinter gasped, ‘excellent, Leatherhead.’
‘Thank you… Master Splinter.’
***
Once they’d gotten their breath back, Leatherhead and Master Splinter sat facing each other. ‘I am glad this happened,’ Master Splinter said.
Leatherhead smiled. ‘Me too.’
Master Splinter stood up and blew out the candle. ‘I am going back to bed now,’ he said before he slid open the door.
‘Goodnight, Master Splinter.’
‘I do hope,’ he looked back, ‘that you will stay with us.’
He left the room. Sitting there, Leatherhead knew what he must do.

THE END