Jailhouse

“All right, here’s the plan,” Leonardo said, peering over a rooftop at a small jailhouse.
“That plan sucks,” Raphael told him.
“I’d like to know exactly what we’re doing,” Donatello joined him.
“We are saving an innocent person from false accusation,” Leonardo answered sternly. “Jacob Frog is a peaceful Green Peace activist who’s been given a two-year sentence. We are going to break in, find Jacob and get him out.”
“That’s against the law,” Donatello pointed out. Leonardo paid him no attention.
“Donatello and Raphael, you are going to cover Michelangelo and me while we fetch Jacob.”
“Why do I have to be with Don?” Raphael protested.
“Because you had a fight and you need to make up.”
Donatello sighed. “Cameras, doors and alarms.”
Leonardo nodded in satisfaction. “Cameras, doors and alarms it is. Let’s go team.”
There was only one guard at the gate and it was obvious that all he wanted to do was sleep. Without a sound, Leonardo granted that wish. The turtles entered the jailhouse.
“Security centre is to the left, fifth door, one guard,” Leonardo hissed, waving Donatello and Raphael to separate from the group. Donatello nodded and Raphael rolled his eyes, and they obeyed silently. Michelangelo scooted closer to the leader.
“This place is scary,” he whispered. “And I think I just stepped on a dog poop.”
“Come on,” Leo told him. They crept through a dark corridor, found a staircase and descended to a lower level. Michelangelo was so close to Leonardo that their bodies brushed against each other with every move they made. The poop smelled.
“Look,” Leonardo pointed. “Showers.”
Mikey peeked inside. “Check that drain out,” he said. “Wash your feet first,” he read a sign above it. “Leo, can I wash my foot? Please?”
Leonardo regarded the drain. It was placed in the far corner of the shower room, just below a security camera. “You should,” he agreed.
Michelangelo happily scooted in the corner and turned the water on. Leonardo came close to him. “Do you know what happens to male prisoners in the showers?” he asked.
“No,” Mikey answered, wide-eyed.
“They get screwed in the ass.”
Leonardo grabbed Michelangelo’s ass and shoved a finger inside it.
“J-Jesus Christ!” Donatello exclaimed.
“Shut up, yer gonna wake the security guard,” Raphael told him. “What?”
“Look at the camera feed. Or wait, no, don’t look!” Raphael pushed his obstructing brother aside and his eyes swept over all monitors the jail security room had.
“Whoa.”
Leonardo was finger-fucking Michelangelo, yes, he was. The orange-banded ninja was pushed into a tiled corner, flinching and writhing.
“He’s really doing it,” Raphael said in disbelief. “Turn it up,” he said before he realised that the question was inappropriate.
Donatello did so before he realised that was even more inappropriate.
“A-aah! Ack!” whined Michelangelo’s voice. Both turtles blushed and leaned closer to the monitor. Good thing a camera was installed just above Leonardo and his victim. Eeeverything was visible.
“Oh my God, it’s turning me on,” Donatello moaned as he watched Leo’s cock make an appearance.
Raphael looked at him carefully. “Can ya imagine yourself in Mikey’s place?”
Donatello shook with disgust. “I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again – I’m nobody’s plaything! Forget ever doing that to me, no matter how much you want me!”
“How about you imagine me in Mikey’s place?”
Donatello chuckled. “You’d never let Leo do this to you.”
“I wouldn’t,” Raphael said quickly, “but I would let you.”
Donatello eyed him. “Yeah right-”
Raphael fell to his knees and buried his face in Donatello’s crotch.
Don gasped and took a hold of Raphael’s head. In a minute his erection was outside, and Raphael’s mouth enveloped it like it was the most delicious lollipop he’d ever eaten.
“M-hmph!” Raph grunted. Donatello took the chance and rammed his swollen cock into his brother’s throat. Raphael’s eyes rolled inside his head as he choked.
When Donny came, he cried out loudly. Raphael fought not to swallow the semen. As soon as Don’s grip on his head weakened, he spit the cum into his hand and spread his knees.
“Raph?” Donatello croaked disoriented. He refrained from complaining when he realised what Raph was doing. On the contrary, his dwindling cock came to life again. Because Raphael was prepping himself.
“Iiieeeeaaaah!” A shrill scream escaped the monitor – Leo had just bent Mikey over and shoved his rock hard cock up his green hole. Raphael doubled his effort.
“Hurry up!” Donatello urged him hoarsely. When Raph was finished, Don kneeled behind him and thrust inside so fiercely his mate’s face scraped against the floor.
“God yeah, fuck, fuck meee!” Raphael screamed. This caused Donatello to give him two rounds before they collapsed on the floor in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
“Ya think Leo’s done with Mikey?” Raphael muttered. He couldn’t speak aloud because his mouth hurt.
“Who knows?” Donatello shrugged and slapped his brother’s butt. “I don’t care. As long as I have you in my bed, Leo and Mikey can do whatever they please.”
“Ya turned me down last week. Ya said ya wanted Mikey,” Raphael reminded him.
“I thought you’d force me to bottom back then. To be honest, I didn’t want Mikey in particular. I just thought he’d be the most willing partner.”
“Well, Leo’s sure given his ass a good time…”
Jacob Frog stared at two green figures before him. They were hardly human and an extremely unpleasant smell was coming off them, but hey, who was he to complain? They were bailing him out. In his years in Green Peace, he’d seen worse.
So Jacob thought until Leonardo forced Michelangelo down on his cot, lifted his bro’s legs high in the air and, before pushing his erection inside the cum-rimmed hole, he fixed Jacob with a glare.
“If you make a sound or try to run away, I’ll sound the alarm. And trust me, no one will ever believe you that giant horny turtles came to your rescue.”

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