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", "writing": "\tHe pulled hard against the restraints but they were thick around his wrists and ankles.\n\n\tLifting his head, Don looked around him. The sights in Agent John Bishop’s lab were exactly the same as they’d been yesterday, and the day before, and a week ago.\n\n\tThe only thing different was Donatello himself. Not the restraints that held him splayed out on a lab table, those were still as strong and secure as they’d been since he’d first been captured. What had changed was that there was now a ball gag in his mouth.\n\n\tDon lowered his head onto the hard surface of the table and stared up at the work lights. They were bright now, but as soon as Bishop decided to begin working on him again, they would dim. It was for ambiance, as Bishop had told him on the first day – setting the mood.\n\n\tTruly expecting to be dissected, it had surprised Don when Bishop had said that to him. It wasn’t just surprise he’d felt; it was apprehension as well. If Bishop didn’t want to study him, what did he want Don for?\n\n\tIt hadn’t taken long to find out. As soon as Don regained consciousness after being drugged by some strange gas, Bishop and his scientists had begun . . . playing with him.\n\n\tThey had explored his body with gloved hands, probing his lower extremities and finding both his anal entrance and the area between his legs where the cartilage was a bit softer. Bishop had clearly become curious about Don’s reproductive organs and for a while Don feared that the man would cut him open to get at them.\n\n\tBut Bishop hadn’t wanted to simply examine them, his plan was much more insidious. What he wanted was Don’s sperm. Bishop had in fact ordered his soldiers to lie in wait specifically for Donatello, not one of his brothers. \n\n\tAfter the episode involving Don’s second mutation, Bishop had become obsessed with the turtle’s intellect. Bishop wanted to manufacture an entire super soldier army, all possessing Donatello’s same superior acumen.\n\n\tThe man had been just as cold when he’d told Don of his intentions as he’d ever been. There was no emotion at all as he’d spoken of using a pump on Donatello’s penis in order to gather his ejaculate. In some ways that detached delivery had been more frightening than if Bishop had gloated about what he wanted to do.\n\n\tWhat Bishop had not foreseen was that the same genius that made Donatello so attractive was the biggest hurdle to the man finally achieving his goal.\n\n\tNo matter what Bishop did, no matter what he had his scientists try, Donatello refused to cooperate. It was a matter of mind over penis. They had caressed and massaged his tail, and they’d administered doses of Sildenafil in an attempt to cause the blood vessels in Don’s cock to enlarge.\n\n\tThey had inserted things into him; dildos, vibrators, prostate massagers, butt plugs, anal beads – all to no avail. Donatello stubbornly refused to allow the sensations in his lower extremities to reach their natural conclusion.\n\n\tNot only had Don effectively switched off the pleasure sensors in his brain, he’d screwed with the scientists as much as they were screwing with him. He’d used their own science against them, asking if they understood that the odds of his mutated ejaculate being viable for reproduction were miniscule.\n\n\tDon had quoted excerpts from science journals he’d read, he’d quoted philosophy and religion as a basis for getting them to examine the validity of their actions. He had also spoken long and eloquently on the possibility that Bishop’s true motives were not to create soldiers, but to get his own rocks off.\n\n\tOne by one the scientists had backed away from the experiments. They would use excuses like they needed to make notes of their work, or they needed to research better stimulants to use on the turtle, or any number of things to avoid touching Don.\n\n\tHence the ball gag now placed firmly in Donatello’s mouth. He tried talking around it, but to no avail. The best he could do was grunt and groan, and to drool, a lot.\n\n\tThe lights began to dim and Don stopped struggling. He waited for the inevitable; the shadowy atmosphere that was meant to induce passion but was merely ominous, the candles Bishop’s men would light to create a certain atmosphere; even the mood music. It was all part of Bishop’s act, a comedy in three parts.\n\n\tOnly this time the lights went out. Completely. Don once more lifted his head, trying to find the glow that the scientific equipment gave off, but that was gone too. He was lying there, totally vulnerable, in absolute darkness.\n\n\tSomething slid up next to him, moving so silently that he could almost imagine it only to be the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. A hand pressed against his plastron and smoothed its way down between his legs, and then a finger breached him. It was wet but warm and Don knew from a week’s worth of experiences that he was being lubed up.\n\n\tSuddenly Don felt the table shift slightly, a clear indication that a weight had been added. Heart pounding, Don sensed a form looming over him just as the finger was withdrawn.\n\n\tThe object that pressed against his entrance wasn’t a toy. It was thick, hot, and definitely made of flesh. This was new; Bishop had penetrated him with many gadgets, but hadn’t tried to rape him.\n\n\tOnce more Don frantically yanked at his restraints, wriggling his center mass to make the man’s target difficult to find so that he couldn’t be violated. He struggled to pull his legs free and protested behind his gag, choking and gagging and desperately trying to make it stop.\n\n\tThe next thing he knew, Don was being raped. The person on top of him grunted as he thrust into Don, rocking hard with each lunge, using Don’s ass for his own pleasure.\n\n\tAnd Don’s body began to respond. Dismayed, Don was unable to prevent his cock from expanding until it was too engorged to remain hidden. It dropped down into the cool lab air and swelled until it was a proper erection. As the table rocked with the movement on top of it, Don’s cock bobbed up and down, tapping against his rapist’s stomach.\n\n\tHis rapist continued to pound away, his harsh breathing and contented grunts disgusted Don as much as his own inability not to gain pleasure from the experience. So much worse was the sense that there was another person still standing next to the table, perhaps awaiting his turn.\n\n\tWith one final, deep push, the rapist sank into Don and emptied himself. A split second later, Don came as well.\n\n\tPanting around his gag, Don squeezed his eyes shut, unable to believe they had finally found a way to make him climax. Then his eyes snapped open as a familiar, husky voice filled his hearing.\n\n\t“Damn, I was sure he’d pass out,” Raph said. “When I fuck someone that hard, they’re supposed to pass out.”\n\n\t“Aaaaf?” Don asked, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his brother had raped him, apparently at Bishop’s behest.\n\n\t“Yeah, genius, it’s me,” Raph answered as he climbed off the table. The breeze left by two forms trading positions brushed across Don’s skin, and then the table moved again as another form took Raph’s place.\n\n\t“Oooooo!” Don shouted around his gag, unable to form the ‘n’. Raph chuckled.\n\n\t“I kinda like it that ya’ can’t talk,” Raph said. “The sounds ya’ make are a turn on.”\n\n\t“Yes they are,” Leo said, from directly above Don.\n\n\tAs soon as the words left his mouth, Leo plunged his entire length into Don’s ass.\n\n\tDon wailed as Leo began to fuck him, rutting into him just as violently as Raph had done before. Sobbing with disbelief, Don felt his cock began to respond again, filling completely and throbbing with the need for release.\n\n\t“Now ain’t that some shit?” Raph asked. “Ya’ ain’t gonna pass out for Leo are ya’? I’m going again when he’s done and ya’ better be awake for it.”\n\n\tMoving his head from side to side, Don wished it would all end, wondering if he should hope for a rescue from Mikey. Before Leo could even finish with him, Don orgasmed again.\n\n\tAnd then he woke up in a cold sweat and sat upright in his own bed. Placing a hand against his chest, Don tried to calm his beating heart.\n\n\tThe smell of sweat and cum filled his nostrils. Switching on his bedside lamp, Don found that he was covered in his own ejaculate and that it was quite a bit more than a single orgasm would have produced.\n\n\tNot only that, but he was hard again, his cock standing at attention. Don was completely turned on and knew that he would have to use his hand to finish himself off.\n\n\tFlopping back down on the bed, Don wrapped his palm around his dick and began to jerk off. He’d been having these types of dreams for weeks now. Sometimes they were like this one where Bishop had induced his own brothers into raping him.\n\n\tMore often it was Agent John Bishop himself who would strip in front of him and tug on his own enormous cock until it was erect, making sure that Don watched. Then the man would climb onto the table and despite Don’s struggles, plunge his cock into Don’s ass and rape him. Not once, but over and over again, forcing pleasure from the young genius against his wishes.\n\n\tJust remembering those dreams ignited the fire in Don’s gut. Within minutes he was cumming again, the image of Bishop fucking him vivid in his mind’s eye.\n\n\tAfterwards, as Don’s breathing settled again and his body relaxed, he felt a wave of shame over that particular fantasy. He had an outlet for his physical desires – his brothers. They had not been together sexually for long, but Donatello thought he should be satisfied with the loving relationship he’d discovered he could have with them.\n\n\tToo high on endorphins to cogitate upon the meaning of his dreams any longer, Don fell back asleep. No further dreams plagued him that night.\n\n\tIt was easy enough the following day to pretend that nothing was wrong. Don had practice sessions and his work to keep him occupied. His thoughts were totally engrossed in the projects and repairs that so often filled his days, and then on the patrols he participated in with his brothers after the sun fell.\n\n\tWhen they returned home, by silent agreement, they met in Leo’s room with their mattresses. Covering the floor with them, the four brothers stripped themselves of weapons and gear, and then fell into each other’s arms.\n\n\tThe sex was more than gratifying. Don enjoyed his receiving role more than any of his brothers knew, crawling onto all fours and lifting his tail to display his readiness. They used his ass and his mouth and Don loved it. He loved watching them fuck each other, he loved the intensity of their kisses, and the way their hands stroked his cock until he came.\n\n\tHe loved lying in his brothers’ spunk, his own body drenched in their essence. Falling asleep next to them was a rewarding end to a most pleasurable evening of raw sex.\n\n\tAnd a couple of hours later, Don woke with a start, his cock spurting out the remaining dregs of a powerful orgasm.\n\n\t“Umph, Donny? What’s wrong?” Leo asked sleepily.\n\n\tDon swallowed thickly, wishing that his movements weren’t so sudden each time he snapped out of one of his rape dreams. Leo was much too light a sleeper. Don knew that his brother had noticed that fresh cum was dribbling from the head of his cock.\n\n\t“Wet dream,” Don whispered, hoping that would be enough. “Been having them for a while.”\n\n\t“I’ve noticed,” Leo said. He pushed himself up on one elbow and looked down at his brother. “Why don’t we discuss it in your room so we don’t wake Raph and Mike?”\n\n\tThere was a tone in his voice that told Don he wasn’t going to be allowed to decline that invitation. Sliding out of bed quietly, he followed Leo out of the room and into his.\n\n\tLeo shut the door behind them and turned to Don. “You sometimes murmur things in your sleep.”\n\n\tHe stopped talking after making that statement and Don blushed a deep crimson. In a timid voice, he admitted, “I . . . might have a r . . . rape fantasy.”\n\n\tKeeping his eyes downcast, Don felt rather than saw Leo move closer. “There’s no shame in that, Donny,” Leo said, his tone compassionate. “We’re going to discover that each of us has some sort of sexual fantasy. We should explore those with each other. Would you want to try some bondage? With each of us taking you in turn?”\n\n\tDon was fairly certain he couldn’t have discussed this with either Raph or Mike, but Leo was just so matter-of-fact about sex that it set him a bit more at ease.\n\n\t“Maybe,” Don said. “I think I’d enjoy that.”\n\n\tHe had lifted his eyes to Leo’s finally and now gave him a small smile. Leo didn’t smile in return.\n\n\t“Something else is going on,” Leo said. “I can see it in your eyes. You aren’t telling me everything and we agreed that sex works only when we’re all open and honest about what we do or don’t like. Are you being raped in these wet dreams of yours?”\n\n\tDon bit his lower lip and then in a voice barely more than a whisper, answered, “Yes.”\n\n\t“Do you know who is raping you?” Leo asked.\n\n\tThis time Don only nodded. Leo sighed. “It would help if you’d be more forthcoming. This is a no judgement zone.”\n\n\tThe stress of weeks of keeping it himself caught up to Don. “Sometimes it’s you guys. Well, mostly you and Raph. I’m . . . I’m tied down and can’t escape and you . . . force your attentions on me.”\n\n\t“It turns you on?” Leo asked, relentless in learning everything. “The rape makes you cum?”\n\n\t“More than once,” Don said, grimacing slightly at his confession.\n\n\t“You don’t have to be ashamed about having an orgasm Donny,” Leo told him. “Or even several of them.”\n\n\t“I know,” Don admitted.\n\n\t“So you’re being bashful now because there’s more to it than that, aren’t you?” Leo asked. “You said that sometimes it’s us, but not all the time. Who else rapes you in your dreams?”\n\n\tDon swiped a hand across his face, not particularly wanting to acknowledge his fantasy out loud, but knowing Leo wouldn’t give up until he’d gotten the entire story.\n\n\t“B . . . Bishop,” Don croaked. “Agent Bishop.”\n\n\tLeo stared at him, his mouth open. 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There’s a lot to tell.”\n\nTo be continued……\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tHe pulled hard against the restraints but they were thick around his wrists and ankles.

\tLifting his head, Don looked around him.  The sights in Agent John Bishop’s lab were exactly the same as they’d been yesterday, and the day before, and a week ago.

\tThe only thing different was Donatello himself.  Not the restraints that held him splayed out on a lab table, those were still as strong and secure as they’d been since he’d first been captured.  What had changed was that there was now a ball gag in his mouth.

\tDon lowered his head onto the hard surface of the table and stared up at the work lights.  They were bright now, but as soon as Bishop decided to begin working on him again, they would dim.  It was for ambiance, as Bishop had told him on the first day – setting the mood.

\tTruly expecting to be dissected, it had surprised Don when Bishop had said that to him.  It wasn’t just surprise he’d felt; it was apprehension as well.  If Bishop didn’t want to study him, what did he want Don for?

\tIt hadn’t taken long to find out.  As soon as Don regained consciousness after being drugged by some strange gas, Bishop and his scientists had begun . . . playing with him.

\tThey had explored his body with gloved hands, probing his lower extremities and finding both his anal entrance and the area between his legs where the cartilage was a bit softer.  Bishop had clearly become curious about Don’s reproductive organs and for a while Don feared that the man would cut him open to get at them.

\tBut Bishop hadn’t wanted to simply examine them, his plan was much more insidious.  What he wanted was Don’s sperm.  Bishop had in fact ordered his soldiers to lie in wait specifically for Donatello, not one of his brothers.

\tAfter the episode involving Don’s second mutation, Bishop had become obsessed with the turtle’s intellect.  Bishop wanted to manufacture an entire super soldier army, all possessing Donatello’s same superior acumen.

\tThe man had been just as cold when he’d told Don of his intentions as he’d ever been.  There was no emotion at all as he’d spoken of using a pump on Donatello’s penis in order to gather his ejaculate.  In some ways that detached delivery had been more frightening than if Bishop had gloated about what he wanted to do.

\tWhat Bishop had not foreseen was that the same genius that made Donatello so attractive was the biggest hurdle to the man finally achieving his goal.

\tNo matter what Bishop did, no matter what he had his scientists try, Donatello refused to cooperate.  It was a matter of mind over penis.  They had caressed and massaged his tail, and they’d administered doses of Sildenafil in an attempt to cause the blood vessels in Don’s cock to enlarge.

\tThey had inserted things into him; dildos, vibrators, prostate massagers, butt plugs, anal beads – all to no avail.  Donatello stubbornly refused to allow the sensations in his lower extremities to reach their natural conclusion.

\tNot only had Don effectively switched off the pleasure sensors in his brain, he’d screwed with the scientists as much as they were screwing with him.  He’d used their own science against them, asking if they understood that the odds of his mutated ejaculate being viable for reproduction were miniscule.

\tDon had quoted excerpts from science journals he’d read, he’d quoted philosophy and religion as a basis for getting them to examine the validity of their actions.  He had also spoken long and eloquently on the possibility that Bishop’s true motives were not to create soldiers, but to get his own rocks off.

\tOne by one the scientists had backed away from the experiments.  They would use excuses like they needed to make notes of their work, or they needed to research better stimulants to use on the turtle, or any number of things to avoid touching Don.

\tHence the ball gag now placed firmly in Donatello’s mouth.  He tried talking around it, but to no avail.  The best he could do was grunt and groan, and to drool, a lot.

\tThe lights began to dim and Don stopped struggling.  He waited for the inevitable; the shadowy atmosphere that was meant to induce passion but was merely ominous, the candles Bishop’s men would light to create a certain atmosphere; even the mood music.  It was all part of Bishop’s act, a comedy in three parts.

\tOnly this time the lights went out.  Completely.  Don once more lifted his head, trying to find the glow that the scientific equipment gave off, but that was gone too.  He was lying there, totally vulnerable, in absolute darkness.

\tSomething slid up next to him, moving so silently that he could almost imagine it only to be the sound of the blood rushing in his ears.  A hand pressed against his plastron and smoothed its way down between his legs, and then a finger breached him.  It was wet but warm and Don knew from a week’s worth of experiences that he was being lubed up.

\tSuddenly Don felt the table shift slightly, a clear indication that a weight had been added.  Heart pounding, Don sensed a form looming over him just as the finger was withdrawn.

\tThe object that pressed against his entrance wasn’t a toy.  It was thick, hot, and definitely made of flesh.  This was new; Bishop had penetrated him with many gadgets, but hadn’t tried to rape him.

\tOnce more Don frantically yanked at his restraints, wriggling his center mass to make the man’s target difficult to find so that he couldn’t be violated.  He struggled to pull his legs free and protested behind his gag, choking and gagging and desperately trying to make it stop.

\tThe next thing he knew, Don was being raped.  The person on top of him grunted as he thrust into Don, rocking hard with each lunge, using Don’s ass for his own pleasure.

\tAnd Don’s body began to respond.  Dismayed, Don was unable to prevent his cock from expanding until it was too engorged to remain hidden.  It dropped down into the cool lab air and swelled until it was a proper erection.  As the table rocked with the movement on top of it, Don’s cock bobbed up and down, tapping against his rapist’s stomach.

\tHis rapist continued to pound away, his harsh breathing and contented grunts disgusted Don as much as his own inability not to gain pleasure from the experience.  So much worse was the sense that there was another person still standing next to the table, perhaps awaiting his turn.

\tWith one final, deep push, the rapist sank into Don and emptied himself.  A split second later, Don came as well.

\tPanting around his gag, Don squeezed his eyes shut, unable to believe they had finally found a way to make him climax.  Then his eyes snapped open as a familiar, husky voice filled his hearing.

\t“Damn, I was sure he’d pass out,” Raph said.  “When I fuck someone that hard, they’re supposed to pass out.”

\t“Aaaaf?” Don asked, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his brother had raped him, apparently at Bishop’s behest.

\t“Yeah, genius, it’s me,” Raph answered as he climbed off the table.  The breeze left by two forms trading positions brushed across Don’s skin, and then the table moved again as another form took Raph’s place.

\t“Oooooo!” Don shouted around his gag, unable to form the ‘n’.  Raph chuckled.

\t“I kinda like it that ya’ can’t talk,” Raph said.  “The sounds ya’ make are a turn on.”

\t“Yes they are,” Leo said, from directly above Don.

\tAs soon as the words left his mouth, Leo plunged his entire length into Don’s ass.

\tDon wailed as Leo began to fuck him, rutting into him just as violently as Raph had done before.  Sobbing with disbelief, Don felt his cock began to respond again, filling completely and throbbing with the need for release.

\t“Now ain’t that some shit?” Raph asked.  “Ya’ ain’t gonna pass out for Leo are ya’?  I’m going again when he’s done and ya’ better be awake for it.”

\tMoving his head from side to side, Don wished it would all end, wondering if he should hope for a rescue from Mikey.  Before Leo could even finish with him, Don orgasmed again.

\tAnd then he woke up in a cold sweat and sat upright in his own bed.  Placing a hand against his chest, Don tried to calm his beating heart.

\tThe smell of sweat and cum filled his nostrils.  Switching on his bedside lamp, Don found that he was covered in his own ejaculate and that it was quite a bit more than a single orgasm would have produced.

\tNot only that, but he was hard again, his cock standing at attention.  Don was completely turned on and knew that he would have to use his hand to finish himself off.

\tFlopping back down on the bed, Don wrapped his palm around his dick and began to jerk off.  He’d been having these types of dreams for weeks now.  Sometimes they were like this one where Bishop had induced his own brothers into raping him.

\tMore often it was Agent John Bishop himself who would strip in front of him and tug on his own enormous cock until it was erect, making sure that Don watched.  Then the man would climb onto the table and despite Don’s struggles, plunge his cock into Don’s ass and rape him.  Not once, but over and over again, forcing pleasure from the young genius against his wishes.

\tJust remembering those dreams ignited the fire in Don’s gut.  Within minutes he was cumming again, the image of Bishop fucking him vivid in his mind’s eye.

\tAfterwards, as Don’s breathing settled again and his body relaxed, he felt a wave of shame over that particular fantasy.  He had an outlet for his physical desires – his brothers.  They had not been together sexually for long, but Donatello thought he should be satisfied with the loving relationship he’d discovered he could have with them.

\tToo high on endorphins to cogitate upon the meaning of his dreams any longer, Don fell back asleep.  No further dreams plagued him that night.

\tIt was easy enough the following day to pretend that nothing was wrong.  Don had practice sessions and his work to keep him occupied.  His thoughts were totally engrossed in the projects and repairs that so often filled his days, and then on the patrols he participated in with his brothers after the sun fell.

\tWhen they returned home, by silent agreement, they met in Leo’s room with their mattresses.  Covering the floor with them, the four brothers stripped themselves of weapons and gear, and then fell into each other’s arms.

\tThe sex was more than gratifying.  Don enjoyed his receiving role more than any of his brothers knew, crawling onto all fours and lifting his tail to display his readiness.  They used his ass and his mouth and Don loved it.  He loved watching them fuck each other, he loved the intensity of their kisses, and the way their hands stroked his cock until he came.

\tHe loved lying in his brothers’ spunk, his own body drenched in their essence.  Falling asleep next to them was a rewarding end to a most pleasurable evening of raw sex.

\tAnd a couple of hours later, Don woke with a start, his cock spurting out the remaining dregs of a powerful orgasm.

\t“Umph, Donny?  What’s wrong?” Leo asked sleepily.

\tDon swallowed thickly, wishing that his movements weren’t so sudden each time he snapped out of one of his rape dreams.  Leo was much too light a sleeper.  Don knew that his brother had noticed that fresh cum was dribbling from the head of his cock.

\t“Wet dream,” Don whispered, hoping that would be enough.  “Been having them for a while.”

\t“I’ve noticed,” Leo said.  He pushed himself up on one elbow and looked down at his brother.  “Why don’t we discuss it in your room so we don’t wake Raph and Mike?”

\tThere was a tone in his voice that told Don he wasn’t going to be allowed to decline that invitation.  Sliding out of bed quietly, he followed Leo out of the room and into his.

\tLeo shut the door behind them and turned to Don.  “You sometimes murmur things in your sleep.”

\tHe stopped talking after making that statement and Don blushed a deep crimson.  In a timid voice, he admitted, “I . . . might have a r . . . rape fantasy.”

\tKeeping his eyes downcast, Don felt rather than saw Leo move closer.  “There’s no shame in that, Donny,” Leo said, his tone compassionate.  “We’re going to discover that each of us has some sort of sexual fantasy.  We should explore those with each other.  Would you want to try some bondage?  With each of us taking you in turn?”

\tDon was fairly certain he couldn’t have discussed this with either Raph or Mike, but Leo was just so matter-of-fact about sex that it set him a bit more at ease.

\t“Maybe,” Don said.  “I think I’d enjoy that.”

\tHe had lifted his eyes to Leo’s finally and now gave him a small smile.  Leo didn’t smile in return.

\t“Something else is going on,” Leo said.  “I can see it in your eyes.  You aren’t telling me everything and we agreed that sex works only when we’re all open and honest about what we do or don’t like.  Are you being raped in these wet dreams of yours?”

\tDon bit his lower lip and then in a voice barely more than a whisper, answered, “Yes.”

\t“Do you know who is raping you?” Leo asked.

\tThis time Don only nodded.  Leo sighed.  “It would help if you’d be more forthcoming.  This is a no judgement zone.”

\tThe stress of weeks of keeping it himself caught up to Don.  “Sometimes it’s you guys.  Well, mostly you and Raph.  I’m . . . I’m tied down and can’t escape and you . . . force your attentions on me.”

\t“It turns you on?” Leo asked, relentless in learning everything.  “The rape makes you cum?”

\t“More than once,” Don said, grimacing slightly at his confession.

\t“You don’t have to be ashamed about having an orgasm Donny,” Leo told him.  “Or even several of them.”

\t“I know,” Don admitted.

\t“So you’re being bashful now because there’s more to it than that, aren’t you?” Leo asked.  “You said that sometimes it’s us, but not all the time.  Who else rapes you in your dreams?”

\tDon swiped a hand across his face, not particularly wanting to acknowledge his fantasy out loud, but knowing Leo wouldn’t give up until he’d gotten the entire story.

\t“B . . . Bishop,” Don croaked.  “Agent Bishop.”

\tLeo stared at him, his mouth open.  Don was fairly sure he’d never seen Leo so stunned by a revelation that it made him forget to close his mouth.

\t“Our sworn enemy, Agent John Bishop?” Leo asked incredulously.  “The man who tried to dissect us?  You are fantasizing that he rapes you?”

\t“I can’t help what I dream about,” Don said, knowing he sounded defensive.

\tFor a moment Leo said nothing.  Don waited, watching his brother’s face and trying to guess what was going through Leo’s head.

\tTaking a deep breath and then exhaling, Leo said, “Tell me about the dreams.  Down to the last detail.  As much as you can remember.”

\tSomehow Don knew this would happen.  Leo would not offer an opinion until he had all of the facts.  No matter how embarrassing they might be.

\tWaving Leo towards the desk chair, Don said, “You might as well sit down and get comfortable.  There’s a lot to tell.”

To be continued……

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