This story contains gay adult and teen(14) on cub(11) rape, anal, oral, father son incest, gagging, choking, asphyxiation, ass to mouth, bullying, kicking/beating, and dissociation. If you do not like or cannot handle any of these topics, please leave now or use your blacklist. It is nobody's responsibility but your own to make sure you don't see things you can't handle. 
Playground
Dexter groaned as a foot collided with his stomach. The young gray squirrel gasped, already struggling to breathe through pained sobs as he lay on the playground curled into a ball. Between the pain in his face from where he'd been punched and the pain in his guts where Travis' foot just landed, he couldn't even feel the tan bark digging into his side as his vision blurred through the tears running from his eyes. 
The 11 year old squirrel knew he should have listened to his gut and stayed home. He knew something was going to go wrong today, he felt it deep down, but he always played on the empty playground at the elementary school on Saturday. It was his home away from home on weekends, the only place he ever had fun when dad was too drunk to notice he was gone.
“I bet you weren't expecting to see me today, Dex. But I knew I'd see you.” Travis growled out with another kick, this time landing on the younger boy's knee, causing the crying lump on the ground to whimper and whine loudly. The 14 year old possum knew Dexter ran away to the school on weekends, and he'd had just bad enough of a day to go out of his way to take it out on the little neighbor kid he hated so much. 
Dexter didn't know why Travis hated him, nor had he ever had the opportunity to ask. It'd been like this for as long as he could remember, the young boy always having to go out of his way to avoid the possum whenever he left the house. This wasn't the first time he'd been beaten so brutally, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but something new was coming today that the young rodent couldn't have imagined the older boy doing even in his darkest nightmares. 
Travis eyed the little squirrel on the ground in front of him, taking in his features as he sniffled and sobbed, struggling to breathe through his pain. In truth, even Travis didn't know why he had such horrible feelings towards the boy. He'd never wronged him in any way, he'd never been anything but nice, but something about the small rodent made the older possum want to hurt him. He craved seeing the boy's tears, craved his cries and whimpers. He wanted nothing more than to be the reason the young boy feared leaving the house. He wanted to be the subject of his nightmares, and today he felt no need to hold back, not that he ever held back much to begin with.
Travis walked around behind the sobbing mess of a kid on the ground and placed a swift kick to his back before rolling him onto his stomach with his foot. Dexter hiccuped in pain as Travis leaned over him and grabbed his neck, shoving his face down into the tan bark on the playground, the young squirrel barely having time to close his dark green eyes to avoid them being stabbed out by the shards of dry wood. The possum's breaths grew heavy as he held Dexter's head down with one hand, his other lifting the back of his shirt up and revealing his light gray fur as he began to roughly run his fingers through it.
Dexter gasped when Travis' fingers dug down under the waistband of his pants, his tears falling even faster as he began to struggle, writhing around as much as he could with the older boy's weight pressing him down. His heart sank when he felt the older boy's hand squeeze his ass, struggling even harder when one of his fingers rubbed across his little hole. “NO NO NO NO PLEASE!” he yelled, muffled by the wood chips his face was pressed into.
Travis smiled darkly at the young boy's cries, slowly running his fingers over the cub's tight puckered entrance before pulling his hand free. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, quickly flicking it open and grabbing hold of the boy's pants, roughly yanking them up to give room to slip the blade underneath to cut them off. The thought of the little boy having to walk home in ruined clothes and crying aroused him to no end. 
Dexter screamed as he felt himself bared to the world in the middle of the playground, his stomach churning as his pants fell away from his ass. Travis let out an aroused huff, a sound the young squirrel dreaded every time he heard it at home. He lost all hope when he felt Travis lift his hips up, angling his butt into the air and spreading his legs slightly.
Dexter's ears twitched, the dark gray tufts on top of them fluttering in the wind as they wiggled around and zeroed in on the sound of the older boy's zipper coming undone. He tried in vain to struggle free once more before Travis leaned forward and shoved his face down harder into the ground, smiling darkly as he pulled his throbbing length through his opened zipper, keeping his pants on in case someone came by and he needed to run. 
Dexter heard Travis spit, feeling a warm wetness on his hole before the older boy adjusted himself and pressed the head of his circumcised cock against his entrance. Dexter screamed and cried as loud as he could, wanting so desperately to get away. “NO NO NO, PLEASE, TRAVIS PLEASE, NOT LIKE DAD, NOOOHOHOOO PLEAHEAAASE!”
Travis paused for a moment hearing the boy's pleading, his heart racing at the thought of not being his first time. He was furious as he leaned over the boy and pushed forward, the head of his cock struggling to push through Dexter's resistance, barely aided by the small amount of spit he provided. If he couldn't be the boy's first time, he was going to make damn sure he was a memorable time.
Dexter groaned loudly as his resistance gave way, his hole slowly struggling open around the teens angry, throbbing cock. He learned years ago not to struggle, and how to push to lessen the pain of the initial penetration, his eyes beginning to glass over as his brain worked on auto pilot to shield him from his hopeless situation. He sobbed and trembled, his mind only able to block out so much as the searing heat of all 5 inches of the older boy's penis was forced deep into him.
Travis moaned at the pulsing heat surrounding his cock, throbbing inside of the preteen boy below him. It may not have been Dexter's first time, but it was Travis' first time, and the intense pressure of the little boy's insides strangling his cock was indescribable. He was in heaven as he soaked in the sensations of the struggling hole around him, slowly pulling back just an inch or 2 at a time before shoving forward again as every ridge and ripple inside the younger boy massaged his sensitive pink tip and hugged his throbbing shaft.
Travis quickly got into a rhythm of slow, brutal thrusts. He pulled back only a little at a time, roughly forcing himself forward causing his fuzzy scrotum to smack against Dexter's tiny sack with each thrust, only adding to the small boy's misery. He bent over the boy and grabbed his long, dark gray hair in his fist, shoving his face down even harder into the ground as he sniffled and sobbed, whining as his brain worked over time to block out what was happening to him. 
Dexter's sobs slowly stopped, his tears drying up as he lay there barely conscious, only the dull sting of every impact against his balls keeping him somewhat aware of his surroundings as Travis picked up his pace. The older possum was overwhelmed with pleasure as he leaked immature pre cum inside the younger boy, lubricating his harsh thrusts as he felt a familiar pressure beginning to build in his pelvis. He moaned loudly as his hips turned into a frantic blur, savagely battering the smaller boy's insides with his adolescent cock as his eyes started to cross from pleasure.
“Aaaaah, fuck. Yes. Fffffucking take it, you stupid fucking tree rat.” he moaned out as he hunched over the boy and held him down by his shoulders. He bared his teeth and wrinkled his nose in a cruel, pleasured smile, eyes closed as he focused on the sensation building up towards the base of his young cock, feeling himself throbbing harder and harder with every rough thrust in and out of the young boy below. 
Travis hissed through his teeth as his orgasm hit, overwhelmed with pleasure as his cum shot through his cock and splattered against the walls of Dexter's aching insides. His thrusts continued, only somewhat slowed as he hissed and forced himself to continue. “FUCK! YES! FUCKING. TAKE. IT. STUPID. FUCKING. WORTHLESS. RODENT. AAAAAH!” he yelled, emphasizing every word with another rough thrust as he pumped the young boy full of his hateful seed. 
Dexter felt a familiar wet heat inside of him, his tears picking up again as he registered what was happening. He felt small and worthless, unable to do anything as his tormentor marked his insides as his. He could barely move at all with all of Travis' weight pressing down on his shoulders painfully, let alone hope to get away as his mind began to snap back to reality once the older boy's orgasm tapered off and his last shot of seed splattered against his bowels.
Dexter heard the older boy panting and huffing, feeling slight relief from the pressure inside of him as his attacker pulled out of him finally. His fear picked up when he was pushed over and rolled onto his back, fully coming back to reality as his eyes opened, free from the threat of the bark covering the ground below him. He gasped at the sight above him as the sun was blocked out by Travis' slick, cum covered cock hovering over his face. 
Travis reached down and pried the boy's mouth open faster than he could react, quickly forcing his entire length into his mouth and down his throat. Dexter retched and gagged violently as Travis' thick cock shoved straight past whatever resistance he may have had, struggling even harder as he tasted himself on his attackers penis. He couldn't breathe as Travis' balls rested over his nose, his airway fully plugged by the older boy's cock as he hissed in overstimulated pleasure, only able to keep going by sheer force of will wanting to make the younger boy suffer more.
Dexter sputtered around Travis' length as he pulled back and thrust forward again, getting into a quick and brutal throat fucking rhythm, not letting the young boy breathe as he groaned from the overwhelming pleasure of the little boy's throat rippling and struggling around him. The older possum felt a wetness soak through his tattered black skinny jeans and cool against his fur as the boy retched and choked, coughing up sticky clear slime and pre cum from his throat as he struggled trying to catch a breath. 
Dexter wished he was anywhere else, wished his mind would black out again as his lungs burned for air and his stomach churned from his violent oral assault. The knowledge of where Travis' penis was just before being forced into his mouth made him nauseous, and his own flavor gliding across his tongue added a level of humiliation and torment he'd never felt before. His father used him almost daily, but never his mouth. He hoped beyond hope he'd never have to taste another man like this again in his life.
Travis' thrusts picked up speed, barely pulling out of the young squirrel's throat and allowing the boy the occasional quick gasp between coughing fits as he struggled to find relief for his burning lungs, his face thoroughly soaked and dripping with drool and slime from his throat. The older possum was so caught up in his abuse he hadn't noticed his oncoming orgasm through his oversensitive cock until it had already hit, rapidly spraying against the back of the young squirrels throat and causing him to gag and retch even harder from the unexpected mouthful. 
Travis moaned loudly, hilting himself down Dexter's throat, his sweaty nuts roughly draped over the young boy's nose as he rode out his second orgasm, drowning the boy in his seed as his body was wracked with overwhelming pleasure. He was unable to move at all as every little ripple of Dexter's struggling, gagging throat massaged his young shaft and tip, milking the older boy for every drop of adolescent semen he had left in him. His ears rang from overstimulating pleasure as Dexter choked on him, time practically stopped in his mind as he savored the feeling.
The sound of a violent, wet retch brought him out of his reverie as Dexter choked up more slime and hot, salty cum out of his nose and around the cock still plugging his throat, soaking into and visibly staining the older boy's jeans as he pulled out from his mouth. The possum couldn't hold back his amused laughter as the boy quickly rolled over, barely able to hold himself up even as he was freed from the weight of the possum. He hacked and retched harshly, dry heaving and coughing to clear his throat, gagging even harder as the flavor of hot, bitter, salty adolescent semen slid across his tongue and out of his mouth into a small puddle on the ground below him. 
Travis stood on shaky legs, high on pleasure as he fully came down from his second orgasm, and feeling a new found power over the sobbing mess of a child on the ground in front of him. He pushed his now softened penis back into his pants and zipped them up, wiping his hand across the crotch of his jeans to gather whatever slime Dexter had coughed onto him and throwing it down onto him, splattering into his dark gray hair. He placed one last swift kick to the boy's stomach and laughed darkly before walking away without a word.
Dexter held himself up shakily as he gagged and choked, heaving violently as he struggled to cough out all the remnants of his attack. His throat was more sore than it'd ever been, the abuse making it painful to swallow. His shaky arms gave out below him, his face landing in the puddle of throat slime and possum cum he just coughed up as he laid there and cried, sobbing harshly as he curled up and hugged himself alone in the middle of the elementary school playground.
The young squirrel didn't know how long he'd been there crying, but the sun was down by the time the tears stopped flowing. He stood on wobbly legs, holding up the front of his pants as best be could as the back of them stayed wide open, his entire ass exposed to the world from where they'd been cut off of him earlier. His mind was on autopilot as he walked home, not knowing if anyone had even seen him for his entire 20 minute walk. 
Dexter stepped into his room, letting his pants drop in front of the door as he stepped out of them and made his way to his bed. He laid down and closed his eyes to sleep, never so much as turning on the light or taking off his shirt or brushing the stray bits of bark stuck in his light gray fur. His heart sank as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway, his stomach churning as his door swung open. 
“Fuck you been, boy?” was the last thing he heard before he felt his bared legs being pulled over the edge of his bed before being spread apart. This was routine now, his father didn't bother turning on the light. His eyes glassed over as he felt his father's hard cock push into him, tears silently falling from his eyes and soaking into his sheets as he was used again. 
Dexter stopped leaving the house on weekends.