Donamer and the Turtles 3 - Training the Foot
by tannim
October 22, 2010

	"Raph, I'm still not sure about this." Leo frowned at the blue skinned dragon they'd tied up.

	"Yo, you said we needed to get more dexterous with our feet, Mr. High and Mighty.  I figured out a way that didn't involve us spending hours at a time doing whatever Master Splinter would have made us do." Raphael tapped the dragon's blindfolded face with his foot.  

	"Heh, yeah, besides, I think he likes it." Michelangelo stroked his foot along Donamer's belly to point a toe at the stiff dick.

	While the blue dragon hadn't had time to see more than the turtles bagging him and blindfolding him, feeling their feet stroking over him made it a moot point.  So long as they wanted to touch him with their feet, they could do whatever they wanted with him.  Especially with one turtle holding a wide ball gag in his mouth with the ball of his foot.

	His cock swayed quickly between his legs, his rapid heartbeat making it draw at least one foot's attention to it.  He hoped it was Leonardo, that blue banded turtle was his favorite.  The caring empathetic leader with a nice voice.  The foot on his cock squeezed his tip with both toes and slid down the length of his shaft while they whispered amongst themselves.  He caught occasional bits, mostly when they wanted to tease him.

	Two feet slid along his inner thighs and down to his knees.  Both pairs of toes squeezed and pinched at his own soft skin.  Another two feet, and Donamer could tell they were not from the same turtle stroked over his bound wrists and along his fingers.  A rough laugh told him one of the feet belonged to Raphael but he couldn't tell who the other one belonged to.  It didn't matter much though, they seemed to like when he tried to pet and stroke them.

	The toes on each of the feet darted away from his fingers while the foot itself stayed in his reach.  Their skin was soft when he did manage to touch them and that soft texture mixed wonderfully with the strong sweaty fragrance from the foot playing on his muzzle.

	Since they hadn't bound the gag in place, one of them had to press on it at all times to keep it in place.  He hadn't understood why, until he heard them talking.  If they wanted training, he was happy to help, especially if it meant always having one of their soles so close to his nose.

	Donamer tugged at the bindings holding his ankles and wrists to the floor.  He was so needy and dribbly with the six feet stroking over him.  He wasn't sure where the other turtle was, but so long as that gentle foot rubbed at his shaft and another played over his chest he didn't miss it.

	He was pretty sure where both of Raphael's feet were.  A pair of toes gripped his right thumb tightly and yanked at it.  While it was uncomfortable, he still loved the soft skin touching him.  It made a pleasant contrast to the gentle stroking of Leonardo's foot sliding down his erect cock.

	Donamer really liked Leo, but he wished that just for his shaft, the blue banded turtle could be more rough like Raph.  The foot was too gentle to his needy lust.  His grunts for more simply sounded like every other grunt he'd made while they reptiles toyed with him.

	Mikey's feet had both moved to his muzzle, or so he assumed they were Michelangelo's.  They smelled strong and potent from hard work in the summer heat.  There were a few rough spot's on Mike's feet, but he didn't mind.  The imperfection just made it more recognizable.  A second pair of feet, from two different bodies, pushed Michelangelo's out of place.  The new one's smelled slightly different and they were both completely smooth and soft as they stroked over his muzzle and lips.

	Another foot joined Leo at his cock though it wasn't Raphael.  It was soft and eager, and much more forceful.  The arch slapped into his turgid dick repeatedly.  Each time both that foot and Leonardo's tried to catch it with their toes.

	Time after time his cock was slapped and kicked and squeezed.  He barely noted the other four feet and jumped in pleasant surprise when he felt the final pair tickle under his arms with just the toes.  While he wasn't sure what the fourth turtle had been up to, it was wonderful to have him join in the fun.  

	There were laughs around him as one of the feet  plugged both his nostrils with its arch.  Another foot stroked along his neck and another two stroked over his belly.  The two on his cock continued to squeeze together, even after Leo's foot, or so he guessed, pulled away and was replaced by another.

	Donamer's pleasure built as slowly as he could make it.  It felt so good that he wanted it to last, but their attentions didn't make it easy.  The scent of feet was strong in the air, with eight of them working all over him, there was no way NOT to smell the enticing aroma.  Their soles dragging along his skin, so soft and sweaty, mixed with that scent to push him far too fast towards his peak.

	He cried out into the gag helpless to either encourage them or to beg them to slow down.  Tugging at his restraints was the only thing that helped push away the orgasm and let him love their feet longer but even that helped only so much.   His chest heaved with his rapid breathing but they didn't pay him much attention other than to bet on how soon he came.

	Three feet stroked over his face each from a different turtle.  Their toes spread and traced over his muzzle and playfully caressed hes ear holes while one always stayed over his mouth to keep the gag in place.  Another three played around his erection, each trying to catch his precum slicked tip with their pre soaked toes.  The final two feet rubbed over his chest and arms with enough pressure to let him feel even into the arches at times.

	His captors watched him while they explored using their feet for intimate purposes.  Raphael had been right, it was good practice.  Stroking the dragon took a lot of concentration and coordination of their legs and feet.  Even Leonardo was enjoying watching their training dummy squirm.

	They could all tell he was close.  The quiet grunts he managed to push out around the gag were growing slightly more audible.  The beads of precum oozing from his stiff dick were fuller.  It wouldn't take much more and they all looked at each other, then down at their toy.

	Without a word, all feet pulled away from him, all save one holding the gag in.  Donamer yelled into the ball, but only a bit of noise came out.  For several seconds his shaft bobbed in the air while the turtles watched both him and his cock.

	One turtle took a deep breath, Don fancied it was Leonardo, and a three pairs of feet suddenly pressed against his muzzle trapping the tip in a triangle of arches.  His eyes widened under the blind fold then shut in pleasure.  Every bit of air that he breathed in was perfumed with their fragrant foot odor.

	His deep eager breathing turned into a body stiffening yell when the fourth pair of feet CLAPPED hard around his erection.  Whichever turtle it was wasn't at all gentle with him.  The force sent him into a desperate snort for air.  The feet pulled back and again slammed together around his cock, around his tip instead of the body.

	Donamer's hips jerked up but the feet stayed pressed tightly together after the second clap.  His body tensed all over but he loved it all.  The feet on his face filled him with their erotic scent, the two on his dragonhood scrubbed back and forth like hands rolling a clay snake, his pleasure built and burst at last.  He just lay there unable to move or speak or express it beyond shaking in his bonds and unloading over the still scrubbing feet.

	Two turtles covering his muzzle slid their soles down his neck and over his chest again.  The movement only drew out his pleasure another few seconds while the change of air scent made him appreciate it anew.  Drool build behind his gag and he found himself swallowing hard to control it.  It all felt so good even when he wasn't in control of the situation, or perhaps because he wasn't.

	Above him the turtles weren't sure what to do with their toy.  Donatello held up his cum soaked feet and looked at his brothers.  Raph just grabbed both ankles and smeared Don's cum onto his thighs and over his balls.  Mike said he looked good like that while Leonardo partially covered the dragon's nostrils with his arch.  Leo looked over the dragon as he strained to breath past the foot while thinking of how to leave their captive.

	In the end, they decided to leave him there, naked and wet his own cum.  His bindings were skillfully cut and he hadn't felt anything when the sword skillfully sliced through the rope holding him down.  They darted off before he could realize he was free and were just out of sight by the time he figured out they were gone.

	A quick struggle ripped through the last of the rope strands and he sat up panting hard after spitting the gag out.  His jaw was sore, his vision was blurry from the blind fold, but he felt so amazing it was totally worth it.  He looked around the room.  Besides himself and his bindings, it was empty.  A light caught his eye and he saw a camera recording from the ceiling a bit away.  Not QUITE empty anyway.  He found a tape in it, probably of their play together...

	The dragon ran out, clutching it on his way home, letting out one word that summed his pleasure up.  "Cowabunga!"
