#100kinks

Courtesy of all-of-the-ships-are-sailing

I’ve seen a lot of these around but I wanted to make like a super challenge. Some of these will have been seen before in other challenges. You can add or change kinks, change the order, do one pairing or a few. Interpret this in whatever way you want. Some of the things on here you might not have heard of so there will be a link attached to it to explain what it is. If you post your art/writing/ect on here, please tag it as 100kinks so I can see what you guys come up with. Enjoy! Here is the list of explained ones but they the link will also be next to the kink. (X)

Kissing

Discovering boundaries (making rules ect)

On the sofa

Masturbation

Bodily fluids

Oral sex

Something new

Romantic evening

First time

Blindfolds

No speaking (only using body language)

Sex game (e.g. first to come loses)

One catches the other Masturbating: “Irreverency”

Sex toys

Surprise sex

Dry humping

Teasing

Opposite sex (e.g. change who gives and receives)

Almost getting caught: “Irreverency”

Break up/make up sex

Clubbing (as in night club, unless you’re really kinky)

Spanking

Dirty talk

Rimming

Correcting each other’s technique

Not usual clothing/dress up

Inappropriate location: “Irreverency” (in a church/on a Chantry altar)

Gags

In the bath/shower

Phone sex

Fully clothed

Skype/web cam sex

Morning sex

Voyeurism

Public/semi public sex

Against the wall

Pain/sensation play

Medical play

Creative sexual positions

Cross-dressing

Spontaneous sex

Double penetration

Bad sex/goes wrong

Casual sex

Pushing boundaries (comfort zone, maybe like a sequel to 2.)

Unique to the pairing

Bondage

I love you

Chair sex

Loud sex/knowing someone can hear: “Irreverency”

Telling each other a kink and doing them

Fisting

Mirror

Writing a smut fic to each other and reading it to them

In a really dirty place (like a public toilet)

Food

A third person watches them

Sensory deprivation

Leather and metal

Breath play

Dom/sub

Comfort sex

Getting caught

Explaining their relationship to someone who didn’t know

Fight sex

Outdoors

Threesome/group sex

Filming themselves

Breeding/pregnancy - I won’t change Bevin’s anatomy and a fantasy for otherwise is kinda squicky given her objections.  I’d substitute some kind of ABO thing, though, maybe.

After an injury

Hot and cold play

No foreplay

Spider walking

In/by a Swimming pool

Inventing a secret sex language to use in public

Smutty/sloppy/dirty sex

Sex toys (extreme)

Birthday surprise

Calming the others anger (with sex)

Sex machine

Drunk

Humiliation kink

Quickies

Needy, clingy sex

Wake up In the middle of the night and have sex (then go back to sleep)

Really rough, shove-y  sex

No pain, just pleasure

Sex marathon

Trapped together

Bizarre kink

In the dark (with or without torch)

By the fire

Christmas

Silly giggly sex

Plugs

While one of them is on the phone

Object insertion

Restrained sex (not necessarily bondage)

Tantric sex

           1.   Kissing [R/D]

           The best thing about the new lair, in Raphael’s opinion, were all the hidden spaces.

           He had cornered Donatello in one such area, pressing him against the wall first, and then kissing him.

           Donatello had not been expecting such a wanton display of affection from his brother, but his response was quite enthusiastic. Kissing back, he drew a churr of approval from Raphael.

           Hidden spaces meant they could linger for a while.

             2.   Discovering boundaries  [L/M]

           Neither of them were timid in the bedroom.

           Michelangelo had been a little surprised to learn that Leonardo had quite the imagination.  That surprise turned to delight as they began to explore the various things now open to them.

           Except for tickling.  Leonardo put a stop to that almost before Michelangelo could touch him with the feathers.

             3.   On the sofa   [L/R]

           “You’re going to get us caught,” Leonardo whispered, shoving Raphael’s hand aside.

           “That’s half the fun,” Raphael responded, nipping at his brother’s neck.  His hand quickly found its way between Leonardo’s legs again.

           “Father said no PDA,” Leonardo said, even as he allowed Raphael to push him down on the sofa.

           “This ain’t PDA,” Raphael said with a wolfish grin, “it’s sex.”

             4.   Masturbation [M]

           The dream was so damn real.

           Leonardo has just started to suck him off.  His warm mouth had made Michelangelo groan.

           Why did someone have to slam a door and wake him up? Now he was hard as a rock, in need of relief, and alone in his bed.

           His hand would have to do.  Masturbation wasn’t Michelangelo’s top pick for taking care of a morning woody, but at the moment he really had no choice.

           Spitting into his palm, Michelangelo gripped his shaft and went to work.

             5.   Bodily fluids  [L/D/R]

           Leonardo would never have expected such a thing from Donatello.  His genius brother seemed far too conservative to have such a kink.

           He managed to hide his desires from his brothers for a period of time.  A short time. It wasn’t long before they realized it wasn’t Donatello’s timing that was off; he was pulling his mouth away too soon on purpose.

           Holding his cock steady, Leonardo came on Donatello’s face. Eyes closed, Donatello’s expression was one of pure rapture.

           Raphael stood next to him, waiting his turn, hard-on in hand.  When Leonardo stepped aside, Raphael took his place.  Donatello looked up at him and smiled.

             6.  Oral sex  [OT4]

           No one gave head quite as well as Michelangelo.

           It was a source of pride.  It was his bragging rights.  He boasted about his prowess on every possible occasion.

           He should have known his brothers would find a way to make him regret his boasts.

           On his knees in a wooden crate, arms bound, Michelangelo waited.  A small opening in the box above him let in just enough light to see that holes had been drilled into three sides of the crate.  Each hole was level with his chin.

           After several minutes of complete silence, the crate rocked and one by one the holes were filled.  With his brothers’ dicks.

           “You get out when we get off,” Raphael said. “Start sucking, big mouth.”

             7.  Something new  [L/D]

           “What exactly are we doing?” Leonardo asked.

           “It’s called ‘frotting’,” Donatello told him.  “We’re both too sore for anal sex, thanks to Raph and Mikey, so we should try something new.”

           “Oral?” Leonardo suggested.

           “Done that,” Donatello said, lying on his side so he’d be facing his brother and then pulled Leonardo down as well.  “Come on Leo, experiment with me.”

           He gripped both of their erections in his hand, pressing them together so that the undersides were touching.  Leonardo’s gasp of surprised pleasure was extremely rewarding.

           “What . . . should I d . . . do?” Leonardo asked, struggling to form words as Donatello began to stroke both of their cocks simultaneously.

           “Wrap your hand around mine and let’s find a rhythm we both like,” Donatello suggested.  “After that, nature will take its course.”

           A short while later Leonardo added ‘frotting’ to his mental list of things he planned to do again.

             8.   Romantic evening  [L/M]

           Even with a rice cooker he managed to burn the rice.

           The chicken was underdone, the vegetables overcooked.

           It looked as if every pot and pan they owned was dirty. There was an odd smell coming from the sink.

           However, the table was beautifully set with a white tablecloth, matching plates, and even a small vase holding fresh flowers.

           Leonardo pulled the chair out for him and draped a cloth napkin across his lap.  He allowed Michelangelo to inspect the label on the bottle of sparkling water before filling their glasses with a flourish.

           The lights had been dimmed and candles, which occupied nearly every flat surface, illuminated the kitchen.

           Somehow Leonardo had gotten the lair all to themselves for an entire night.  For once, Michelangelo was speechless.

           It was the best meal Michelangelo had ever eaten, even though the only thing he really remembered was the love that shone in his brother’s eyes.

             9.   First time  [L/D]

           Donatello felt both timid and a bit awkward.  The feelings were somewhat foreign to him; after all, he was a turtle of science.  He was used to experimentation and learning new things.

           He really looked up to Leonardo.  His older brother was so poised, so sure of himself.  He commanded respect and deserved it.

           It wasn’t so much hero worship.  Donatello didn’t place Leonardo on a pedestal or anything, he just admired and loved him.

           “Trust me,” Leonardo said, almost as though he’d read his brother’s mind.

           They’d shed their gear and were lying on Leonardo’s futon in his bedroom.  Over the last month they had tried any number of things and were fully familiar with each other’s bodies.

           What they hadn’t done as yet was to go all the way. Tonight they both felt the time was right.

           “I do,” Donatello said, returning his brother’s kiss. He gasped into Leonardo’s mouth when a wet finger pressed against his bung hole.

           The tight ring of muscle gave way, allowing Leonardo entrance.  Even though Leonardo hadn’t prepped anyone before, he seemed to know what he was doing. Perhaps it was instinct. Leonardo’s were excellent.

           Donatello was more than ready by the time his brother got into position between his legs.  Cock hard and dripping, Donatello relaxed, knowing his older brother would treat him right as Leonardo slid into him.

           Their first time was more amazing than Donatello could have imagined.  It was everything he’d hoped for and more.  It was also immensely satisfying in every possible way.

             10.  Blindfolds  [OT4]

           “Once we put them on, no one speaks,” Leonardo said.

           “Understood,” Donatello acknowledged.

           “Let’s do this,” Raphael said.

           The four brothers kneeled on their collected set of mattresses, all facing one another.  Stripped bare, they held their masks in their hands.  Each had prepped themselves before entering the room.  Lubed and stretched, they were barely containing their erections.

           “Masks on,” Leonardo directed.

           Tying their masks on their faces as usual, each of them gave their mask a quarter turn to the side, effectively turning them into blindfolds.

           Leonardo waited a couple of seconds to ensure that everyone was ready, and then snapped his fingers.  He and his brothers reached for one another, falling into a pile on the bedding.

           Kissing, groping, and fondling each other, it wasn’t long before all four cocks were fully extended.  It was just a matter of time before they started to fuck.

           Not really knowing which brother was on top or bottom made it that much more exciting.

           The blindfolds weren’t allowed to be removed until Leonardo’s alarm clock went off.  Since it wasn’t set to do so for another eight hours, they had a lot of time in which to play with each other.

           Which is exactly what they did.  All night long.

             11.  No speaking (only using body language) [L/R]

           They’d decided to stop speaking to each other.

           That was the upshot of the latest fight.  It was better that than to say something they couldn’t take back.

           The problem was they’d also made a pact never to go to bed angry.

           Leonardo stepped into Raphael’s room through the open doorway, shutting the door behind him.  Seated on a pile of pillows beneath his hammock, Raphael closed the book he was reading and stared at his brother.

           It was clear that Leonardo had made up his mind about something.  Raphael waited, stubbornly determined that Leonardo should speak first.

           Licking his lips, Leonardo began to strip, taking his time and making a bit of a show of it.  He moved with a supple fluidity that soon had Raphael salivating.

           Once he had divested himself of his gear, Leonardo bent down to fish an object from his belt.  Producing a tube of lubricant, he crossed the room and knelt before Raphael. After applying a liberal coating of lube to his fingers, Leonardo spread his legs and prepped himself.

           Tossing the book aside, Raphael gripped Leonardo’s shoulders and flipped him onto the pillows.  Sliding his hands sensually over his own body, Leonardo gazed invitingly up at his brother.

           Raphael immediately accepted his apology.

             12.  Sex game  [L/R]

           “Let me get this straight.  For each of the numbered cards the count is what’s on the face. We’re assigning a one to the Ace, an eleven to the Jack, a twelve to the Queen, and thirteen to the King,” Leonardo said.

           “Exactly,” Raphael replied.  “We start off even and then draw cards from our decks.  Ya’ stroke yourself however many times your card says, then stop to draw the next card.  First to cum wins.”

           Leonardo had to wonder how his brother came up with this stuff.  “No cheating,” he said.  “You have to stop jacking off in order to draw a card.”

           “I don’t gotta cheat,” Raphael said with a grin. “Watching ya’ try to bring yourself off is gonna be so hot I’ll shoot my load before ya’ even start feeling it in your gut.”

           Drawing his cock into the open, Leonardo said, “Trying that psych stuff on me won’t work.  We all know which of us has the best focus.”

           “You’re gonna need more than focus, you’re gonna need luck,” Raphael said, feeling cocky.

           Once each was fully erect and with a last challenging look, they began.

           Raphael drew a three; Leonardo a ten.  Raphael drew a five, Leonardo a Queen.  When Raphael drew an Ace, Leonardo turned over a King.

           Leonardo came first, jerking and twitching and crowing over his win.  Raphael threw the rest of his cards at his brother and cursed turtle luck.

             13.  One catches the other Masturbating  [R/M]

           It wasn’t fair.

           No one, especially a turtle, should be able to bend and move that way.

           Fucking Michelangelo was a freak of nature – well okay, they all were, but Mikey even more so.

           Watching him bounce around the dojo, dodging blows by contorting his body when his shell shouldn’t have allowed such movement always gave Raphael a friggin’ hard-on.

           As soon as practice ended, Raphael raced for his bedroom to take care of the problem, just as he always did.

           He’d managed a dozen strokes, cock in hand, pre-cum oozing from the tip when Michelangelo burst into the room.

           Blue eyes shining, Michelangelo said, “Don’t stop on my account.  You had your show, now I want mine.”

             14.  Sex toys  [L/D]

           “What are all of these things and where did you get them?” Leonardo asked.

           “Internet,” Donatello said, unpacking the large box. “I had them delivered to April’s shop. She thinks I ordered computer parts.”

           “I sincerely hope so,” Leonardo said, eyeing the various objects as Donatello spread them across his bed.  He lifted a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and dangled them in front of his brother.  “I can’t believe you found a pair in this size.”

           “You can find anything on the internet,” Donatello said, smiling at Leonardo.  There was something predatory in that usually shy grin.

           “Why do I feel like the mad scientist in you has awakened?” Leonardo asked with trepidation.

           Donatello unwrapped a vibrator and switched it on. His eyes grew hooded as the buzzing sounded loud and clear for both their ears.

           “Probably because it has,” Donatello replied.  “So, do you want to test drive some of this stuff, or what?”

           “Somehow, I doubt the ‘or what’ is an option,” Leonardo said.

           “It’s not, I was just being polite,” Donatello said. “Strip.”        

             15.  Surprise sex  [L/R]

           “Gotcha!” Raphael sang out, pouncing on his brother from behind.  “Surprise!”

           “What . . . ?  You’re not supposed to be here,” Leonardo said.

           “Fuck that,” Raphael said, holding his brother in a tight grip.  “I don’t care what Master Splinter says, ya’ don’t need to meditate on whether ya’ want to lead a team or have a relationship with your brothers.  Ain’t no rule book says ya’ can’t have both.”

           “But Sensei . . . .” Leonardo began.

           “He didn’t say that either,” Raphael said, stopping him. “He sent ya’ out to the barn to think if that’ll work.  I say it’ll work.  Deep down, ya’ know it’ll work.  Meditation over.”

           Leonardo leaned his head back against Raphael’s shoulder.  “You have the most wonderfully uncomplicated way of seeing things.”

           “Just being there for ya’,” Raphael said, kissing his brother’s cheek.  “Always gonna be there for ya’, no matter what.”

           “I know that,” Leonardo said, breathing deeply as the tension left his body.  Raphael’s scent came in with that breath and Leonardo churred.

           Smiling, Raphael said, “There’s some nice, soft burlap bags over in the corner.  We’re gonna have sex.”

           “Here?  Now?” Leonardo asked, startled.

           “No time like the present,” Raphael told him. “Ain’t like we’re gonna be interrupted.”

           Leonardo had to admit that his brother had a point. A short while later, they lay panting and sated on those burlap sacks.

           Not so surprisingly, sex with Raphael was damn good.

             16. Dry humping  [R/M]

           One thing no one had ever accused a Purple Dragon of was being smart.

           They hadn’t even bothered to change the secret hand symbol which allowed members into their clubhouse.  The same three fingered salute that had gotten them in with Angel a couple of years earlier still worked.

           Raphael and Michelangelo stood behind the bleachers, watching the various Dragons fight it out in a boxing ring during their weekly initiation.  Because Leonardo and Donatello were down with head colds, they couldn’t come along.

           Being short two turtles meant they weren’t allowed to engage the enemy.

           Of course, if it looked as though some poor kid was going to get his head bashed in, then the brothers would intervene.  It didn’t appear that would be the case though. All of the initiates were, as Raphael put it, known street scum.

           Michelangelo leaned close, putting an arm around Raphael’s shoulders.  “I’m bored.”

           “So?” Raphael asked, watching the current fight. If he couldn’t get into one himself, he could at least learn his enemy’s moves.

           Pressing his groin against Raphael’s pant clad thigh, Michelangelo rocked against him.  “I’m horny.”

           Even through the confining material, Raphael could feel his brother’s erection.  “What the hell?  Here?”

           “No one’s looking”, Michelangelo said, inching around to stand in front of Raphael.  His cock rubbed against the rough material of his own pants as he bumped it against his brother’s groin and felt a responding bulge.

           Raphael grabbed Michelangelo by his biceps and thrust his hips forward, his own cock touching his brother’s, separated by their clothing.  “Shit,” he hissed.  “That feels good.”

           “Thought you’d like it,” Michelangelo said as he continued to dry hump his sibling.

             17.  Teasing  [L/M]

           One by one the candles went out until only one remained lit, its soft glow illuminating a single area inside the room.

           That area was Leonardo’s bed.  Leonardo leaned back on his hands, watching his youngest brother through hooded eyes.  After Michelangelo finished setting the mood lighting, he moved to stand in front of his brother, just out of reach.

           With slow deliberation, Michelangelo removed each article of his gear, lightly running his fingertips over his skin as he changed positions.  He knew his strip tease was getting to Leonardo when his brother dry swallowed and sat up straighter.

           Swaying his hips, Michelangelo turned his back and bent down to grab his own ankles.  Ass in the air, Michelangelo’s tail danced from side to side and then wagged up and down. Sliding his hands slowly up his legs, Michelangelo looked over his shoulder at Leonardo and produced a tube of lubricant, seemingly by magic.

           Michelangelo was gratified to see that Leonardo’s cock had made an appearance and was standing tall.  With his shell still turned to his brother, Michelangelo squirted lubricant on his fingers before bending down again.

           Leonardo hissed in reaction as Michelangelo’s fingers disappeared into his ass.  Watching his younger brother prep himself was one of the most erotic sights that Leonardo had ever seen.  His dick throbbed in anticipation.

           When he was ready, Michelangelo turned around and sauntered over to Leonardo.  Straddling his brother, Michelangelo dropped to his knees, moving closer until the pair was plastron to plastron.

           Leonardo grabbed a double handful of Michelangelo’s delicious ass and guided him down onto his waiting cock.  Biting his lip coquettishly, Michelangelo wriggled his bottom, further teasing his brother.

           Grunting, Leonardo lifted Michelangelo partially off of his erection and then pushed him back down again.  Catching the hint, Michelangelo began to ride his brother.

           It was clear that even Leonardo’s infinite patience had limits.

             18.  Opposite sex (change who gives and who receives) [R/D]

           Raphael stroked a finger underneath Donatello’s chin, his golden eyes holding an invitation.

           “Haven’t ya’ thought about it?  Haven’t ya’ wanted to, at least once?” Raphael asked.

           Donatello cleared his throat.  He’d gotten used to the way they did things, but in truth, he had thought about it a time or two.

           “Yes,” Donatello murmured.  Feeling a little self-conscious, he added, “I don’t know if I can.”

           “I want ya’ to,” Raphael said.  He was lying flat on Donatello’s bed, the genius hovering just above him.  “I already lubed up and stretched myself.  Ya’ wouldn’t want me to go through that kind of effort for nothing, would ya’?”

           “No,” Donatello answered with a slight smile.

           “I’ve been daydreaming about ya’ fucking me,” Raphael said.  “Ya’ got such a nice, big dick.  All I can think about is how good it’ll feel inside of me.”

           Licking his lips, Donatello felt himself growing hard despite his reservations.  Raphael’s eyes were hooded, his legs wide open and tail tapping against the mattress.

           Donatello didn’t need any more coaxing than that. Dropping down, he stroked his cock to a full erection and pushed it into Raphael, knowing his brother liked things on the rough side.

           Having been on the receiving end most of the time, Donatello knew exactly how to treat the bottoming turtle.  Raphael’s shouts of enjoyment were a testament to that.

             19.  Almost getting caught  [R/M]

           There was one advantage to wearing clothes; they soaked up cum.

           Hidden behind the bleachers at the Purple Dragon’s clubhouse, Raphael and Michelangelo made out.  The sound of their kisses and groans were drowned out by the shouts of the spectators who were watching the club initiates fight in the boxing ring.

           Rubbing their cocks against each other’s through their pants, the adrenaline of doing it out in the open soon had them both reaching their orgasms.

           Unfortunately, it happened right as the crowd noise died down to nothing.  Michelangelo’s shout of ecstasy rang through the building and caught everyone by surprise.

           “Fuck,” Raphael growled, still panting from his release.  “Time to get the shell out of here.”

           They managed their escape before anyone figured out where the sound had come from.

             20.  Break up/make up sex  [R/D]

           They were the pair that everyone thought least likely to fight to the point that they wanted nothing more to do with each other.

           Whatever had been the catalyst, the two of them had been fighting viciously for a week.  When Raphael rode home on a busted motorcycle, Donatello blew a gasket.

           The other three family members could hear the shouting all throughout the lair.  Donatello had called Raphael ‘ungrateful’ and labeled him an ‘ignorant lout’.

           Raphael had a few choice words for Donatello as well, most of them unprintable and banned by Master Splinter.

           “If ya’ feel that way about me, then we don’t gotta be near each other ever again!” Raphael shouted.

           “If you were that last turtle on Earth, I wouldn’t go near you!” Donatello yelled in return.

           “Fine!” Raphael bellowed.

           “Fine!” Donatello exclaimed, storming across the lair and into his lab, slamming the door behind him.

           For three days the pair maintained a frosty silence. On the fourth day, Donatello stood in the service bay, gloomily surveying the damage to his brother’s motorcycle.

           With a resigned sigh, he began to take it apart, spending most of the day removing the dents in the fairings, gas tank, and side panels.  He did not see Raphael at all.

           The following day, Donatello descended the stairs to the service bay and immediately saw Raphael sanding the metal smooth on the Shell Cycle’s gas tank.

           He stopped when he saw Donatello.  They stared at one another, both equally miserable and making no attempt at hiding it.

           “I’m sorry,” the pair chimed at the exact same moment.

           Raphael dropped the sander and strode to where Donatello stood.  Arms outstretched, Donatello accepted his brother’s warm embrace and then kissed him passionately.

           The duo remained locked together as Raphael walked Donatello backwards towards the moving van.  Once they were inside, they made love as passionately as their earlier fight had been.

           Afterwards, they both agreed that makeup sex was incredible, but they’d like to find a way to have it without the breaking up part that came first.

           21.  Clubbing (as in night club)  [L/M]

           “Call it research into human behavior,” Michelangelo said, tugging on his big brother’s hand.

           “How did I let you talk me into this?” Leonardo asked rhetorically.

           His brother answered anyway.  “’Cause I’m awesome.”

           “We’re not even carrying our weapons,” Leonardo said. “I feel naked.”

           “Hold onto that thought for later,” Michelangelo said. “Stop worrying, our weapons are hidden nearby and there’s plenty of stuff in here we can use if a fight breaks out. Which it won’t.  This is a night club, bro’.  They’ve got security.”

           “Not making me feel better Mikey,” Leonardo said, glancing around the crowded room.

           There were people in all sorts of costumes, all raucously celebrating Halloween.  His brother hadn’t admitted it, but Leonardo had the feeling this wasn’t Michelangelo’s first time inside a club.

           “Let’s dance,” Michelangelo said.

           “If something happens, we’ll never hear the end of it,” Leonardo said.

           “You seriously need to loosen up,” Michelangelo said, whirling his brother around the dance floor.  “Stick we me, I’ll show you a good time.”

           The evening went off without a hitch, despite Leonardo’s concerns.  Later, when they were once more safely at home, Michelangelo showed his appreciation to his brother for humoring him.

           It was the second good time of Leonardo’s night.

             22.  Spanking  [R/M]

           Sometimes Michelangelo got to be too much.

           Donatello could lock himself away in his lab and Leonardo could lock himself away in meditation.  That left Raphael.  When bored, Michelangelo’s go to target of choice was the brother wearing a red mask.

           It wasn’t that Raphael didn’t enjoy Michelangelo’s company, he did.  He loved the nut ball.  He didn’t particularly like the bored nut ball.

           Michelangelo had messed with him while he was trying to lift weights and as a result, Raphael had dropped a ten pound dumbbell on his toe.  It didn’t do any damage, but it hurt like crazy.

           When Raphael had gone up to the garage, he’d had five minutes to himself before Michelangelo appeared.  That had resulted in a screwdriver scratching a long trench into one of the chrome mufflers.

           Frustrated, Raphael had thrown the screwdriver across the garage and stormed out.  He’d gone directly to his room and shut the door.  He thought that would be a clear sign that his younger brother should stay out.

           When it came to poking the angry turtle, Michelangelo should have been the one to receive the nickname ‘Fearless’.

           He entered Raphael’s domain, talking a mile a minute. In complete disbelief, Raphael stared at him.  His head felt like a pressure cooker about the burst.

           With an exasperated snarl, Raphael launched himself at Michelangelo, lifting him bodily despite his brother’s protests.  Crossing to the weight bench, Raphael sat down, turned Michelangelo over his knee, and proceeded to spank him.

           Surprised was an understatement when Michelangelo’s initial shouts of ‘Hey!’ ‘Stop!’ ‘That hurts!’ quickly turned to moans of pleasure.

           Raphael paused in mid-swing.  Michelangelo was panting and churring.  He was also sporting a very aroused hard-on.

           “Ya’ kinky little son of a . . . ya’ like being spanked!” Raphael exclaimed.  “Were ya’ screwing with me on purpose?”

           “More,” Michelangelo begged.  “I’ve been bad.  I’ve been terrible.”

           “Yeah, ya’ sure have,” Raphael said, swatting his ass again.  “What do I get out of this?”

           “Blow job!” Michelangelo yelped.  “I’ll give you the best blow job ever!”

           “You’d better,” Raphael growled.  “If ya’ don’t, I’ll tell everyone ya’ get off on spanking and none of us will ever smack your ass again.”

           “Deal,” Michelangelo said, whimpering gratefully when Raphael went back to beating his butt.

             23.  Dirty talk  [R/D]

           “Damn ya’ got a fine ass,” Raphael said, staring at Donatello’s firm rump.

           “Seriously?” Donatello asked incredulously, straightening up from where he’d been bent over the Shell Cycle’s engine.  “I thought you were to going to help me with this.”

           “Can’t,” Raphael said.  “Seeing your ass made my dick hard.  I’m gonna fuck ya’ first.”

           “Oh, you’re going to fuck me?  I hope you realize I have a choice in the matter,” Donatello said.

           “Did ya’ just say ‘fuck’?” Raphael asked, eyes wide. The genius usually avoided using coarse language.

           Donatello grinned mischievously.  “As in ‘you want to bend me over this motorcycle, lift my tail, stick your barely lubed cock into my asshole, and ride me rough until we both cum’.”

           “Oh shit,” Raphael said, pouncing on Donatello and pushing him plastron down on the Shell Cycle’s seat.  “Keep talking like that.”

             24.  Rimming  [D/M]

           Michelangelo had to keep reminding himself not to hold his breath.

           Spotlessly clean inside and out, he waited, face down on Donatello’s bed.  He was practically quivering with excitement by the time his brother joined him.

           Slowly petting Michelangelo’s butt cheeks, Donatello asked, “Are you all ready for me?  Did you follow my directions to the letter?”

           “Uh, huh,” Michelangelo said, his voice partially muffled by a pillow.  “I’m so clean you could eat off my rear.”

           “I’m not going to eat off of it, I’m going to eat it out,” Donatello said, amused by his own word play.  “That’s what you want, right?”

           “You promised,” Michelangelo reminded him.

           “If you were good,” Donatello said, noticing that Michelangelo had already dropped down.  “Have you been good?”

           “Yep,” Michelangelo said, wriggling his hips. “I haven’t been near your lab for an entire week.”

           “Then I believe a reward is in order,” Donatello said, amused that his brother had begun to churr in anticipation.

           Sliding his thumbs into the ravine between Michelangelo’s ass cheeks, Donatello spread his brother wide.  He had to expand his grip around Michelangelo’s butt to hold the eager turtle still.

           Leaning in, Donatello swiped his tongue across Michelangelo’s winking asshole.  The way Michelangelo bucked, Donatello knew he wouldn’t last long.

           He didn’t.  Donatello’s tongue was still buried deep inside Michelangelo when he came with a shout that nearly deafened the genius.

             25.  Correcting each other’s technique  [L/M]

           Holding the top of Leonardo’s head, Michelangelo watched him critically as his older brother went down on him.

           “You know, you shouldn’t take the whole cock into your mouth right away,” Michelangelo said.  “I mean, it feels good and all, but it feels even better if you lap at the tip a little first.  Greater stimulation.”

           Leonardo pulled up and dutifully used his tongue on the head of Michelangelo’s dick.  “Like that?” he asked.

           “Yeah, perfect,” Michelangelo said, smiling as he closed his eyes.  “There’s more to sucking cock than just rhythm and pace.  Technique matters, my brother.”

           “If we’re going to talk technique, then we should discuss how you prep someone,” Leonardo said.  “You should really take a little more time to make sure they’re properly stretched.”

           “I just need more practice,” Michelangelo said. “Raph won’t let me top and Donny and I trade off.  He likes it rough.”

           “Sometimes I do too,” Leonardo said.  “Not always.  I appreciate a little more attention to detail.”

           “Got it,” Michelangelo said agreeably.  “Ah, ah!  Shell, you learn quick.  Stop now before I blow my load.  I wanna prep you just right so I can fuck you.”

           “All right,” Leonardo said, lying back.  “I’ll walk you through it.”

           “And I’ll blow you while I get you ready for my nice, big dick,” Michelangelo said.  “That way we both learn.”

             26.  Not usual clothing/dress up  [R/M]

           “I don’t care for this getup,” Raphael griped.

           “So you’ve told me, for like the hundredth time,” Michelangelo said.  “It’s a costume party, we’re supposed to dress up.”

           “We’re already in costume,” Raphael said.

           “It’s a party with our friends,” Michelangelo said. “We can’t go as ourselves.”

           “Why do I gotta wear a dress?” Raphael demanded.

           “It’s not a dress, it’s a kilt,” Michelangelo said. “It shows off your sexy legs.”

           “Oh yeah, I’m sure the Justice Force is gonna notice my legs,” Raphael said, a hint of color rising to his cheeks.

           Michelangelo noticed.  “Why Raphie, I do believe you’re embarrassed!  Don’t worry, I’ll protect your honor.”

           “I’ll show ya’ embarrassed,” Raphael growled, chasing his brother all of the way into Justice Force Headquarters.

             27.  Inappropriate location  [D/M]

           He just couldn’t help himself.

           They were supposed to be moving some things around in April’s shop while she was off visiting her sister Robin.  Michelangelo had gotten into the costumes and had proceeded to put on an impromptu show that had Donatello rolling with laughter.

           Michelangelo was so sexy when he was being funny.  At least that’s how Donatello felt.  To him, Michelangelo made the whole world a lot brighter.

           When Michelangelo stepped out from behind the changing screen wearing nothing but a cape, Donatello couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed his brother back against one of the counters, lifted him onto it, and screwed him right there and then.

           In the middle of April’s shop was a very inappropriate location for them to have engaged in sex.

           What was worse was they forgot to clean off the glass counter.  April later had questions about how Michelangelo’s butt print ended up there.

             28.  Gags  [R/D/M]

           Having one brother lying before him, gagged and blindfolded was interesting, having two of them like that was pretty damn hot.

           Michelangelo and Donatello were his puppets for the night. They couldn’t plead with him with either their eyes or mouths.  However he positioned them, whatever he had them do, they couldn’t argue or complain about it.

           The only downside was that he couldn’t use their mouths. That was all right though, Raphael could find a way to work around that.

           Their asses and hands were free.  Raphael practically drooled.  He had so many ideas.

             29.  In the bath/shower  [R/D]

           “Yes there, right there,” Donatello said.

           He groaned his pleasure as Raphael ran the scrubbing brush between the scutes on his carapace.  Seated on his brother’s lap with his back to him in the bathtub, Donatello gripped Raphael’s knees tighter and shuddered happily.

           “Here?” Raphael asked, using the brush vigorously.

           “Perfect,” Donatello said with a sigh.  “I must have gotten dirt in there ‘cause I’ve had an itch I couldn’t satisfy for a couple of days now.”

           “I know what ya’ mean,” Raphael said, wriggling his hips.  “I’ve got an itch right now too.”

           Donatello grinned.  “I can feel your itch pressing up against my backside.”

           “Well then, while I’m satisfying yours, why don’t ya’ shift a little and satisfy mine?” Raphael replied suggestively.

           “Glad to,” Donatello said, rising up on his knees and settling back down slowly onto Raphael’s rock hard cock.  “Ahh!  That feels so good!”

           “You’re damn straight it does,” Raph said, dropping the brush and grabbing the edges of his brother’s shell.  “Let’s start making some waves.”

             30.  Phone sex  [L/R]

           “When ya’ headed back?” Raphael asked.  He was lying in his hammock, talking to Leonardo on his Shell Cell.

           “The next freighter bound for New York leaves in twelve hours,” Leonardo said.  “You miss me?”

           “No,” Raphael said.  A second later, he added, “Yes.  Don’t know why Master Splinter sent ya’ to check on the Ancient One by yourself.  It would’ve been better to have someone along to watch your shell.”

           “By someone you mean you,” Leonardo said.  “He wanted us to keep a low profile, and with only one of us going, there was less chance of being spotted.”

           “Ya’ by yourself right now?” Raphael asked.

           “I am,” Leonardo answered.  “I thought I’d grab a nap before the trip.  Can’t really sleep on the ship.  Always too worried about being found.”

           “Want some help getting to sleep?” Raphael asked.

           “What did you have in mind?” Leonardo countered.

           “Touch yourself,” Raphael said, as his free hand slid down his plastron and between his legs.  “I’m taking my cock out.”

           “All right,” Leonardo said.  “I’ve got my dick in my hand and I’m stroking it; getting hard thinking about how you look with your legs spread.”

           “I can visualize your fine ass under me, your asshole spread wide and ready for my fat cock,” Raphael said.

           He could hear Leonardo panting and it drew a churr from Raphael.

           “Faster, Raph.  Harder,” Leonardo begged.

           Raphael’s fist was a blur on his cock.  “Shit yeah.  I’m fucking ya’ so hard right now you’re rocking under me.  I’ve got my dick buried in your ass.”

           “Sh . . . shell!” Leonardo exclaimed, climaxing. “You now.”

           “Ah, ah . . . ngh!” Raphael sang out, cumming heavily into his hand.  “Damn, that was good.”

           Breathing heavily, Leonardo said, “Not as good as the real thing.”

           “I’ll give ya’ the real thing as soon as ya’ get home,” Raphael said.  “Be safe. I love ya’.”

           “I love you too Raph,” Leonardo said before they hung up.

             31.  Fully clothed  [D/M]

           “I can’t believe you saved these clothes,” Donatello said, looking at himself in a mirror.  He had on the suit of clothes he’d worn when pretending to be the old man a gang had targeted.

           “You liked being my ‘husband’ didn’t you?” Michelangelo asked, twirling around in the granny dress he’d donned.  “Shall I put on the wig?”

           “No,” Donatello said, waving a hand at his brother.  “I’ll skip the glasses too.  Why are we doing this?”

           “’Cause you love me,” Michelangelo said.

           Donatello stared at him through narrowed eyes. “That usually precedes you asking me to do something I might not want to do.”

           “I want to have sex in these outfits,” Michelangelo said with his best winning smile.

           “Seriously?  They’re so . . . constricting,” Donatello said.

           “It’s kinky.  I like kinky,” Michelangelo said.

           “You sure do,” Donatello said, rolling his eyes. Crossing to Michelangelo’s bed, he sat down.  “Just remember, I’m the husband.  That means I top.”

           “Yes dear!” Michelangelo exclaimed, leaping onto the bed with his brother.

             32.  Skype/web cam sex  [D/M]

           “Why are you calling me?” Donatello asked, his voice low.  He was lying on April O’Neil’s couch and his friend was asleep in the other room.

           “I missed you,” Michelangelo said, his voice holding just the touch of a teasing quality.

           Donatello rolled his eyes.  “I’ve only been gone a couple of hours.  I’ll be back in the morning.”

           “Why’d you have to stay over?” Michelangelo asked.

           “Because I have to wait for something to download before I can finish this project for April,” Donatello answered.  “What are you doing?”

           “Lying in bed,” Michelangelo said.  “Wanna see?”

           Before Donatello had a chance to respond, the camera on his phone was activated and he saw his brother sprawled on his bed, cock in hand.

           “Why are you on my bed?” Donatello asked.  Seeing his brother like that sent a tingling sensation down his spine and his cock twitched.

           “’Cause it smells like you,” Michelangelo answered, pressing Donatello’s pillow to his face and inhaling deeply.  Pre-cum spurted from the tip of his dick.

           Donatello grabbed the blanket from off the top of the couch and tossed it across his lower half.  Sliding a hand underneath, he coaxed his cock out of hiding.

           “Keep going,” Donatello said, his voice guttural. “Show me everything you’re doing and I’ll do it too.”

           “Sweet,” Michelangelo said huskily as he began stroking his cock.  “You talk while you’re watching, I wanna cum to the sound of your voice.”

           “I think that can be arranged,” Donatello said, groaning as he heard the squelching sound his brother’s hand was making.  He hoped April was a deep sleeper.

             33.  Morning sex  [L/D]

           Something warm pressed against his rear end.

           Curled on his side, Donatello smiled sleepily. Leonardo sporting a morning woody was rather endearing.

           “We don’t have to get up anytime soon, do we?” Donatello whispered.

           “Nope.”  Leonardo kissed the back of his neck.  “We’ve got all day.  Since I’m in charge of practice, I get to say when it happens.”

           “It’s good to be the leader,” Donatello replied, wiggling his butt so it brushed against Leonardo’s erection.

           Leonardo’s hand slithered down the back of Donatello’s leg, gripping it just above the knee and lifting it.  Sliding a leg between Donatello’s, Leonardo angled his cock into position and pushed it into Donatello’s ass.

           “Mm,” Leonardo churred against his brother’s shoulder as he thrust into him.  “I might not have a practice session today.”

           “You’re the boss,” Donatello said happily.

             34.  Voyeurism  [L/R/M]

           Sometimes he just wanted to watch.  In secret.

           He justified it by telling himself that he was practicing the ‘Art of Invisibility’.  

           There weren’t a lot of places to hide in their bedrooms.  It required skill to anticipate which bedroom his brothers would choose and then getting inside before they did.

           Leonardo had long ago made a complete mental map of each of his brothers’ rooms.  Raphael’s didn’t shift much, but Michelangelo’s and Donatello’s were a challenge.  The youngest tended to be slovenly and left stuff everywhere.  Donatello was always moving some project in and out of his room.

           Having seen the rough housing between Raphael and Michelangelo earlier, Leonardo saw if for what it was; foreplay.  He guessed they’d take it to Michelangelo’s room since he had an actual bed.  They were being too boisterous for the stack of pillows that Raphael kept on his floor.

           Slipping inside Michelangelo’s room ahead of them, Leonardo found a hiding spot behind his stacked boxes of comic books.  About ten minutes later, his two brothers burst into the room, ignoring the light switch and falling onto the bed.

           Leonardo’s eyes were glued to them as they stripped off their gear, kissing and fondling one another the entire time. Michelangelo wagged his ass in Raphael’s face and earned a swat on the rear and a barely lubed finger shoved into his rectum.

           As he watched Raphael fuck his younger brother, Leonardo grew hard.  He considered it a test of his fortitude to ignore his own blooming erection as he watched his brothers’ rut on the bed.

           When they reached completion, Leonardo expected them to fall asleep as they usually did.  That’s when he’d sneak out of the room and go take care of his own arousal.

           What he didn’t expect was for both Raphael and Michelangelo to sit up, look directly at his hiding place and grin at him.

           “Ya’ gonna stay back there or do ya’ wanna join us?” Raphael asked.

           Discomfited, Leonardo crept out of hiding. Michelangelo’s eyes swept down to his groin and then back up again.

           “So~o,” Michelangelo said in a singsong tone, “I guess you enjoyed the show.”

             35.  Public/semi-public sex  [R/D]

           There were areas of Central Park that were more secluded than others.  As ninjas and mutants, the turtle brothers knew them all.

           An orchestra was giving a nighttime concert at Belvedere Castle and Donatello had talked Raphael into going with him. Since their new lair was so close to the Castle and Turtle Pond, it was a short trip topside.

           Raphael wasn’t as into classical music as his genius brother, but he liked seeing Donatello happy.  There was also the fact that a Donatello enraptured by music tended to be a Donatello not entirely cognizant of his surroundings.

           Hiding in a small cleared space amongst the shrubbery, the brothers lay on their stomachs on the grass.  It was a more public setting than Leonardo would have been comfortable with, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t earn them a lecture.

           Donatello was instantly lost in the music but it wasn’t long before Raphael’s attention wandered.  His gaze drifted across his brother’s body, starting at his head and going down to his toes before coming back up again and lingering on his butt.

           Without saying a word, Raphael rose up and pushed Donatello’s legs apart.  Donatello automatically lifted his hips and tail, knowing what his brother wanted.

           Having sex under a full moon with the one they loved while surrounded by music was just about the most beautiful thing they’d both ever experienced.

           It was worth the lecture they got later from Leonardo after he discovered what they’d done.

             36.  Against the wall  [L/R]

           Raphael drove his sai into the bricks of the tunnel wall and Leonardo used them as hand holds.

           Having just defeated a dozen Foot soldiers, the pair of turtles were high on adrenaline and still feeling the rush.  Almost as soon as they’d entered the sewer tunnels they were on each other, fighting for the upper hand while their mouths stayed locked together.

           Raphael succeeded in shoving Leonardo against the wall first.  By mutual unspoken agreement, that meant that Raphael would top.

           For Leonardo, that in no way signified a loss. He very much enjoyed draping his legs over Raphael’s muscular arms and holding on as his brother rutted into him.

             37.  Pain/sensation play  [L/D]

           Leonardo had a thing for sharp objects.

           It wasn’t just his swords either.  Anything sharp; anything that could pierce the skin.

           Donatello was left to indulge that particular kink of his brother’s.  He knew how to be safe and he was the most knowledgeable when it came to their unique anatomy.

           Having acquired a set of acupuncture needles, Donatello waited while Leonardo made himself comfortable on the exam table in the infirmary.  Standing next to him, Donatello held the first needle, making no move until Leonardo indicated he was ready.

           Very carefully, Donatello worked the needle into the skin just below Leonardo’s collarbone.  Leonardo’s mouth fell open, the pleasure obvious in his expression.

           One after the other, Donatello pierced Leonardo’s flesh, leaving small needles sticking out of him from nearly every area of his brother’s body.  Leonardo was quivering, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin.

           His cock was hard as a rock, pre-cum flowing from the tip and spreading in a pool on his stomach.

           Holding his last needle, Donatello contemplated his brother.  There was one spot he hadn’t inserted a needle, other than Leonardo’s cock. Donatello had no intention of sticking one there.

           Taking a breath, Donatello stuck the needle into Leonardo’s tail.

           His brother’s sudden shout almost bowled Donatello over.  Jumping back, he watched as cum sprayed like a fountain from Leonardo’s cock.

           A few minutes later, Leonardo was breathing hard, his penis lying limply across his stomach.

           Leonardo really liked sharp things.

             38.  Medical play  [R/D]

           “It’s a scratch Donny,” Raphael complained, though he sat on the exam table as his brother directed.

           “Down here a scratch can get infected quickly,” Donatello said.  “Besides, that’s deeper than a scratch.”

           “Maybe ya’ should have a chart somewhere so I have something to compare my injuries with.  Wouldn’t wanna keep calling things by the wrong names,” Raphael said sarcastically.

           “You don’t need a chart.  I automatically upgrade any injury you bother to tell me about,” Donatello said as he cleaned the cut, put antibiotic ointment on it, and bandaged his brother’s arm.

           “I think ya’ just like playing doctor with me,” Raphael said suggestively, wrapping an arm around Donatello’s waist before his brother could get away.  “Wanna take my temperature?”

           “I’ll take yours if you take mine,” Donatello responded, leaning in to kiss his brother.  When their mouths separated, he added, “I might have just broken the physician’s code of ethics.”

           “If I had something catching, you’d be infected now,” Raphael said.  “Maybe ya’ should lie down so I can take your temperature rectally.”

           “Oh, so now you’re the doctor?” Donatello asked as Raphael hopped down from the table and boosted the genius onto it.

           “Yeah.”  Raphael picked up a bandage from the nearby tray and stuck it to Donatello’s plastron. “See?  I’m good at this.”

           Placing his hand on Donatello’s chest, Raphael pushed him down flat.  Taking up a bottle of lubricant from the same tray, Raphael grabbed Donatello’s legs and pulled him towards the bottom of the table.

           Once Donatello’s ass was clear of the table, Raphael prepped him and then lubed up his cock.

           “Thermometer’s going in,” Raphael said as a warning and plunged his length into Donatello.  “Damn you’re hot.  Gonna have to insert some medicine while I’m in here.”

           “Yes please, Doc.  I need your medicine.  I need all of it,” Donatello croaked, grabbing the edges of the table as Raphael’s hard drives rocked him.

           The patient got his wish.  It was the best physical exam Donatello had ever received.

             39.  Creative sexual positions  [OT4]

           “Okay, okay, wait,” Michelangelo said, sitting back on his heels to survey his brothers.

           All three of them groaned.  Michelangelo had already shifted them around four different times.  It was difficult enough trying to follow his directions, it was even worse when their cocks were standing at attention.  They were at the point where they just wanted release.

           “This is it, last change Mikey,” Raphael said firmly.

           “Leo, you’re on your knees straddling Raph while he fucks you,” Michelangelo said.  “Donny you’re riding Leo backwards while sucking my dick.  Perfect.”

           Raphael lay on his carapace, holding his cock up straight while Leonardo slowly lowered himself onto it.  After bouncing a couple of times to ensure he was comfortably seated on Raphael’s dick, Leonardo lifted his hands and helped Donatello squat down on his own rigid penis.

           The three of them began to move in unison.  It was such an amazing sight that Michelangelo almost forgot he had a part in it.  That was until his cock began to throb with need.

           Stepping forward, he planted his feet to either side of Raphael’s body and grasped Donatello’s head.  Guiding his brother’s mouth onto his cock, Michelangelo began to thrust, soon finding a rhythm that matched his brothers’.

           It wasn’t long before the churring, moaning pile began to groan and then cry out as they emptied themselves into each other.  As in all things, their teamwork was exceptional.

             40.  Cross-dressing  [L/M]

           Being a ninja sometimes meant blending into ones surroundings in unconventional ways.

           Wearing human garb wasn’t Leonardo’s favorite method of hiding himself, but it was the best way to hide in plain sight.

           Michelangelo on the other hand had a flair for dressing up in outfits.  Leonardo should have remembered that before agreeing to allow his brother to choose their clothes for the night.

           Brushing the hair from the wig he was wearing out of his eyes, Leonardo surveyed the dingy pool hall.  He spotted their quarry across the room.

           “He’s over there,” Leonardo said, keeping his voice down. “Let’s try not to attract attention as we make our way over.  I’d like to hear what he’s saying.  Maybe we can learn the gang’s plans for the night.”

           “Just do what I do,” Michelangelo said.  “I’ve done this before.”

           Swaying his hips, Michelangelo sashayed between tables, his long skirt flapping from side to side.  Drunken men glanced up at him and then went back to their games, uninterested in the plump looking woman.

           Feeling thoroughly uncomfortable, Leonardo followed his brother, eschewing the hip swaying.  Unfortunately, his act wasn’t good enough to be overlooked.

           An arm went around his waist and breath scented heavily by liquor assailed Leonardo’s nostrils.

           “Don’t be so uptight, baby.  Ain’t ya’ having a good time?” the drunken man asked him.

           Leonardo tried to pitch his voice correctly.  “I just need to use the restroom, sir.”

           Despite his efforts to avoid eye contact, the man looked into his face.  “Damn, no shit.  You’re green!”

           His voice carried.

           “That ain’t a woman, that’s one of those green mutant frogs!” the gang member they’d wanted to spy on announced.

           “Turtle!  Tur~tle!” Michelangelo shouted, kicking a man in the stomach and sending him flying into a crowd.  “Time to go, Leo!”

           Seizing the drunk man by the arm, Leonardo flipped him over his shoulder and made a mad dash for the door.  Hands grabbed at them, catching their skirts and ripping them, and snatching the wigs off their heads.

           Once they were outside, the pair took to the rooftops. Leonardo removed what was left of his dress as soon as he could.

           “I am never doing that again,” Leonardo announced in no uncertain terms.  Remembering something Usagi had once said to him, he added, “We will speak of this to no one.”

             41.  Spontaneous sex  [L/R]

           Watching Leonardo try to prepare a menu when it was his turn to cook would have been funny if it wasn’t so painful.

           There was a small white-board stuck to the refrigerator and Leonardo jotted down ideas as he investigated the fridge, freezer, and pantry for ingredients.

            He tried to come up with the simplest menu possible.  No one knew better how bad a cook Leonardo was than himself.

           Finally tired of Raphael watching him and grunting his disapproval to each of his ideas, Leonardo turned on his brother.

           “You know, you could help instead of just sitting there snorting like a pig,” Leonardo said.

           “Oh ho!  Thanks for giving me permission to do your job for ya’,” Raphael said.

           “I’m terrible at this,” Leonardo griped.  “I don’t know why I can’t trade for cleanup duty with someone else.  Who made up that rule?”

           “Master Splinter did,” Raphael said.  “Besides, maybe we like seeing that the golden turtle ain’t so good at something.”

           “Don’t call me that,” Leonardo said, clearly frustrated. “I’m never going to be good at this.”

           “That’s because ya’ got no passion for food,” Raphael said.  “That’s the difference.  Even Donny sees cooking as an experiment he has to perfect.  With Mikey and me, food is like making love to your taste buds.”

           Now it was Leonardo’s turn to snort derisively. “Give me a break.  Food is sustenance, pure and simple.”

           “No Leo,” Raphael said, stepping into Leonardo’s personal space and backing him against the counter.  “It’s passion . . . .” he kissed Leonardo’s neck, “. . . it’s fire . . . .” he grabbed both of Leonardo’s butt cheeks and hiked him onto the countertop, “. . . it’s desire.”

           Spellbound, Leonardo spread his legs and clung to Raphael as his brother took him right there on the spot.  If anyone in the world could prove a point about passion, it was Raphael.

           When dinner time rolled around, the entire family agreed it was the best meal Leonardo had ever cooked.  Raphael winked at him.

             42.  Double penetration  [L/D/R]

           “Really guys, I’m ready,” Donatello said.  “I’m more than ready.”

           He was too.  On his bed with Leonardo and Raphael, the three of them had been engaging in a very heavy sex session.  Donatello had been fucked by both, had sucked both of them off, and they were all ready for another go.

           Donatello was straddling Leonardo, his brother’s cock already fully sheathed in the genius’ ass.  Raphael had started to move around so he could once more use his brother’s mouth when Donatello had stopped him.

           “We ain’t never tried this before,” Raphael said, kneeling between Leonardo’s outstretched legs.

           “I couldn’t be more prepared,” Donatello insisted. “This is new.  You like new.”

           “Do it, Raph.  Donny will stop you if something goes wrong,” Leonardo said, his voice husky with need.

           Staring at Donatello’s already filled hole, Raphael took a deep breath.  “Okay. Lift up, Donny.  We gotta go in at the same time.”

           Donatello lifted himself off of Leonardo’s cock and remained poised just above it.  Raphael moved forward, bracing himself one-handed on Donatello’s shell as he used his other hand to grasp his cock and Leonardo’s.

           Pressing them together, Raphael tapped on Donatello’s shell so that the genius would know to lower himself again.  Very slowly, Raphael’s fed the tips of his and Leonardo’s dicks into the genius.

           Donatello’s eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open. It stung having both of his brothers inside of him, but it felt incredible at the same time.

           “Holy crap!  I can’t believe ya’ took both of us!” Raphael exclaimed.

           “Move,” Leonardo growled.

           Trying to find a rhythm took a few minutes and they nearly popped out of Donatello, but the pair soon found a movement that worked for them.  Having his cock pressed so tightly against Leonardo’s inside Donatello was the most amazing sensation Raphael had ever experienced.

           From the way Leonardo was churring and rolling his head from side to side, he too was enjoying himself.

           Raphael felt it along his dick when Leonardo climaxed. It set off Raphael’s orgasm.

           Donatello had cum moments before.  As soon as his brothers pulled out of him, Donatello collapsed on the bed, out cold.

           Leonardo and Raphael grinned at each other.  They were definitely going to do that again.

             43.  Bad sex/goes wrong  [R/M]

           “Ow no!  Ow, ow, ow!” Michelangelo cried out.  “This isn’t going to work!”

           “Well shit, Mikey.  Ya’ were the one who swore ya’ could bend like this,” Raphael said, trying to work his dick out of his brother’s ass.

           “Are you stuck?” Michelangelo asked, sounding panicked.

           “Would ya’ hold still?  Fuck!” Raphael swore.

           “Yell for Donny!  We are never trying this again!” Michelangelo exclaimed.

             44.  Casual sex  [D/M]

           There was something extremely relaxing about being at Casey’s farmhouse, Michelangelo thought.  Well, if a turtle could get Donatello away from the house and barn.

           Which he’d done, though it had taken a Herculean effort. The entire time they’d trekked through the woods, Donatello had seen fit to tell him of all the projects and repairs that awaited his attention.

           They picked some apples together and ate them while sprawled on the grass next to a pond.  Very slowly Donatello wound down, until he was finally enjoying a game of ‘what does the shape of that cloud look like?’ with his brother.

           It wasn’t too long after that when the pair began to kiss.  There was nothing hurried about it, they simply enjoyed each other.  When the kissing and fondling turned to sex, that too was laid-back and casual.

           All in all it was a thoroughly pleasant afternoon.

             45.  Pushing boundaries (see #2)  [L/M]

           “Mikey . . . .” Leonardo said, his voice carrying a warning.

           Michelangelo smiled and held his ground.  There wasn’t much that Leonardo could do; Michelangelo had blindfolded him and tied him to the bed.

           Leonardo’s cock was out and it was hard.  There was a butt plug in his ass.  He was ready to be used as Michelangelo saw fit.

           Lifting the feather tickler again, Michelangelo gently caressed the inside of Leonardo’s legs.  His brother shivered, his toes curling in response.  Michelangelo drew the feathers along the underside of Leonardo’s cock and then tickled his tail.

           “Sh . . . shell!” Leonardo stammered.  His dick bounced in reaction.

           Feeling confident, Michelangelo continued to play the feathers across Leonardo’s body, using them on every inch of exposed skin.

           When Leonardo climaxed without Michelangelo having to touch his cock, the younger turtle called that a win.  Then he claimed his prize.

             46.  Unique to the pairing  [L/D]

           Leonardo had challenged him.  Challenged his abilities.  Challenged his dedication.

           His older brother seemed to have a difficult time grasping the fact that their security systems, their running water, their working appliances, and every one of their vehicles were all due to Donatello’s industry.

           Despite that, Leonardo seemed to think that Donatello had extra hours to devote to training.  When Donatello had shot back that he trained plenty, Leonardo had called him out.

           They stood in the dojo, facing each other.  Bowing to signify their readiness, they drew their weapons.

           Donatello was too angry to think of consequences. He was too mad to do what he was sure Leonardo expected of him.

           When Leonardo charged, Donatello planted his bō on the floor and vaulted over his brother’s head.  As soon as he landed behind Leonardo, Donatello fell into a crouch and slammed his staff against the backs of his brother’s ankles.

           Caught completely by surprise, Leonardo hit the ground and Donatello swarmed over him, pressing the bō across his brother’s neck. Bearing down just enough to let Leonardo know he wasn’t playing forced his brother to tap out.

           “It seems I’ve underestimated you,” Leonardo said.

           The anger had left Donatello’s system.  “No, you were partially right.  I don’t practice enough.  There are after all only twenty-four hours in a day.  I don’t sleep enough as it is.”

           “When is the last time you got some?” Leonardo asked.

           The question, with its unintentional double entendre, struck Donatello as funny.  “A couple of days actually.  I wouldn’t mind a little sack time featuring your butt.  I think you owe me.”

           Leonardo’s jaw dropped.  “I wasn’t talking about sex.”

           “I am.  I won, you bottom,” Donatello said.  “Otherwise, I don’t let you get up.”

           He could see the wheels turning in Leonardo’s head. Donatello rarely topped either Leonardo or Raphael, it was kind of an unspoken agreement.

           Donatello was usually very happy with that arrangement. Tonight he wanted an apology that Leonardo would remember giving him.

           Leonardo seemed to understand.  “All right.  You win. This time.”

           “Damn straight,” Donatello said as he helped Leonardo to his feet.

             47.  Bondage  [R/D]

           With infinite care, Donatello secured the ropes to Raphael’s body, weaving an intricate pattern that bound the large turtle’s arms to his sides and kept his knees bent.

           Finding a Kinbaku pattern that would accommodate their carapaces had been difficult and Donatello had needed to improvise.  It had required several long sections of jute to achieve the final result, but now Donatello was putting the final touches on his creation.

           Raphael had been patient.  He hadn’t been sure about what Donatello wanted to do, but was willing to go along with him.  It surprised Raphael to discover just how sensual it felt to have Donatello so lovingly and carefully sliding rope all along his body.

           Stepping back, Donatello surveyed his handiwork. Raphael truly was a thing of beauty with the complex pattern of rope crisscrossing his plastron and arms.

           Jute dug into the skin connecting Raphael’s thighs and groin, making blood pool in his lower extremities.  His cock was prominently displayed as it stood out from his body, jumping slightly with each beat of Raphael’s heart.

           “Wow,” Donatello said, awed by the sight. Raphael’s eyes were glazed, his cock dripping.

           Kneeling before his brother, Donatello caressed Raphael’s skin through the bindings.  Very slowly his hands made their way down to Raphael’s swollen penis.

           A very faint whine of desperation rose up from Raphael’s diaphragm.  Donatello leaned forward and captured Raphael’s mouth, engaging his tongue as his hands closed over his brother’s cock.

           His touch set off fireworks in Raphael’s gut and he climaxed, flooding Donatello’s hands with a torrent of cum.  Then Raphael slumped forward into Donatello’s arms.

           Raphael slept heavily as Donatello untied him.

           48.  I love you  [L/R]

           They could fight.  Oh how they could fight.

           The two of them were so very much alike in a lot of ways, but how they tackled any given situation was often at variance with one other. Raphael was a direct approach kind of guy, while Leonardo preferred they not rush into anything.

           That wasn’t their only source of disagreement.  How they trained, what they watched on television, when they patrolled, and even whose bed they’d spend the night in often left them at odds.

           “Why do you have to be so stubborn?” Leonardo asked.

           “Who are ya’ to be calling me stubborn?” Raphael countered.

           “I’m the brother who just pulled your butt out of a fire!” Leonardo shouted.

           “I wouldn’t have been in the damn burning building if I’d known ya’ managed to get out!” Raphael yelled back.  “I thought ya’ was trapped in there and burning alive!”

           They both stopped screaming and stared at each other. “You did?” Leonardo asked.  “I should . . . I should have called to you that I’d made it out safely.”

           “Ya’ gotta communicate, Leo.  Ya’ scared the crap out of me,” Raphael said.

           “I’m sorry,” Leonardo told him, wrapping a hand around the back of Raphael’s neck and touching his forehead to his brothers’.

           “I am too,” Raphael said.  “I fuckin’ love ya’, ya’ asshole.”

           “I love you too, you jerk,” Leonardo said.  “Let’s go home.”

             49.  Chair sex  [R/M]

           It was late and Raphael was tired.

           Hanging out with Casey Jones was a blast and Raphael appreciated having a friend who enjoyed bashing Purple Dragons’ heads just as much as he did.  Raphael had to admit though, at least to himself, that being with his bros was more fun.

           Plopping down in an easy chair in the living area, Raphael stretched out his legs, draped his arms along the chair arms, and leaned his head back.  Closing his eyes, his let his body relax.  He’d go up to bed in a few minutes.

           Hands touched his thighs and Raphael’s head came up, his eyes snapping open.  He saw Michelangelo kneeling between his legs, gazing up at him.

           “Did you have a good time tonight?” Michelangelo asked.

           “It was okay,” Raphael said.  “Figured you’d be asleep.”

           “I was for a little while,” Michelangelo said.  “I had a dream that you needed me and woke up.”

           “Yeah, well . . . .”  Raphael’s voice trailed off.

           Michelangelo crawled closer, reaching up to encircle Raphael’s neck with his arms.  “You do need me.”

           They shared a kiss, one that was deep and loving. The melancholy that had overtaken Raphael began to fade and he pulled Michelangelo onto his lap.  Passion for one another soon had them both needy, and Michelangelo lowered himself onto his brother’s cock, riding him where he sat.

           Having a brother as insightful as Michelangelo was a blessing, Raphael realized as they climbed the stairs to go to bed.

             50.  Loud sex/knowing someone can hear  [R/M]

           They were both ticked off at Leonardo.

           Raphael for one of any number of reasons.  Whatever it was today, he’d been mumbling under his breath about it for hours.

           Michelangelo wasn’t happy because Leonardo had told him that he was being too loud.  The younger turtle had been playing a video game, for cripes sake.  Of course he’d been loud.

           When Raphael stormed upstairs in a fit of pique, Michelangelo started plotting.  He could kill several birds with one brick, or however the saying went.  All he had to do was talk Raphael into it.

           “I want to have really loud sex with you right now,” Michelangelo said without preliminaries, barging into Raphael’s room unannounced.

           “What the hell . . . ?” Raphael growled at him, looking up from the magazine he was pretending to read.

           “It’ll hack Leo off,” Michelangelo said.

           Raphael had been about to throw something at his brother, but the words ‘hack Leo off’ reverberated through his brain.  A look of cunning spread slowly across his face.

           “How loudly?” Raphael asked.

           Michelangelo grabbed the door and opened it as widely as it would go.  “Really loudly.”

           “Come here,” Raphael ordered, climbing down from his hammock and kicking his pillow collection into a pile on the floor.

           They fell onto it together, quickly removing their gear. The idea of Leonardo hearing them and getting aggravated excited both to the point where they were fully aroused in minutes.

           “Oh Gods, Raph!  Fuck me hard!” Michelangelo yelled at the top of his lungs.

           “I’m gonna give ya’ such a dicking!” Raphael shouted. “Your ass is gonna be sore for a week!”

           They continued in that vein, grunting and churring and using the foulest language they could manage.  Just imagining how red in the face Leonardo probably was took them both over the edge very quickly.

           Together they lay panting against the pillows, sticky and exhausted and highly pleased with themselves.

           “Ahem.”

           The voice at Raphael’s door wasn’t the one they’d expected.  Sitting up quickly, they faced their father.