This story contains gay cub/teen incest, rape, manipulation, guilt and asphyxiation. Please use your blacklist if you do not like or cannot handle these topics. It is nobody’s responsibility but your own to make sure you don’t see things you can’t handle.

m/m, rape, emotional manipulation, guilt, oral focused, asphyxiation, gagging etc.

Brother

Dexter loved his older brother Dennis. They’d always been quite close, despite their age difference at 10 and 16. Dennis was always more than happy to spend time with his little brother, watching cartoons or playing games with him even if he didn’t necessarily enjoy whatever was on, just loving seeing the joy on Dexter's face when they spent time together. Home life could be hectic for the two young squirrels, having a pair of rather overbearing parents who rarely gave them much of a break from their incessant nagging about needing to do better in school or needing to do more chores, but they made the most of whatever time alone they had. Dennis was always happy to help his little brother with his homework after he’d finished his own, often spending time with him at the table eating snacks and helping him to understand the work rather than just giving him the answers. The older boy always felt a great joy at seeing those big green eyes light up when it finally clicked in his head what the correct answer was, loving the hugs Dexter liked to give as repayment for his efforts.
Dexter had just finished his math homework with his brother, eyes sparkling with pride in himself for his efforts after struggling for a while when his mother barged into his room, quickly looking around before spotting the two boys sitting together on the floor, using a big plastic storage bin as a table. “Dennis, don’t forget your father and I have a business trip this weekend and you have to stay and watch your brother. I expect you to behave. If I hear you went out to see your friends, there will be consequences when we get home. We’ll be back after dinner on Monday. Goodnight, boys. Lights out in an hour. I don’t care if it’s Friday night.” Both boys looked up at the woman in the doorway and gave a quick nod. “Goodnight mom.” They both said as she turned away and closed the door.
Dexter turned to give his brother a hug, squeezing tightly. “Thanks for helping me again, Dennis. Homework is boring but everything is fun when you’re here with me.” he said, as he felt his brothers hand land on his head, making gentle strokes along his long, dark gray hair. “I’m always happy to help, buddy. You know that. How about you go get your Pjs on and we’ll watch something til bed time, yeah?” Dexter’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Yeah! Okay!” he said as he jumped up, excitedly stripping out of his school clothes to change into his bedtime clothes in a flash.
Dennis hopped into Dexter's bed and pulled out his phone to find some videos for them to watch as Dexter finished getting into his pajamas, hopping into bed and wriggling his way into his brothers arms as he picked a fun gaming video for them to watch. “Thanks for always spending time with me.” Dexter said, as he nuzzled his face into his brothers arm while Dennis held him in a tighter squeeze. “Of course, buddy. Any time.” Dexter felt himself fading out of consciousness as the video on the tiny screen in front of him played on, his eyes finally closing as he drifted off. Dennis felt the snuggly lump in his arms go limp, breathing steadily as he took a quick peek over and saw the boys eyes closed.
Gently maneuvering his arm out from under the boys neck so as to not disturb him, Dennis carefully got up off the bed after pausing the video on his phone. He leaned over Dexter and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, buddy.” he whispered quietly, before turning to leave the room. Dennis closed his brothers door behind him quietly and let out a stressed sigh. “So much for seeing Jenny this weekend.” he whispered to himself, upset for having forgotten about his parent’s trip after having made plans to see his new secret girlfriend from school. He made his way into his own bedroom and stripped down to his boxers before crawling into bed and falling asleep.
Dexter woke up on his own a little earlier than normal, excited about the thought of being home alone with his brother all weekend. They’d never been alone for more than a few hours before, and the excitable little squirrel’s mind was racing with thoughts of how he’d get to spend all his time with his favorite person in the world. In truth, Dexter secretly loved his brother more than he knew he should. Certainly more than he was supposed to. He’d begun to see the older boy in a different light around 2 years ago, when he was being picked on by a group of local kids outside when Dennis ran out to scare them off and carry him home while he cried in his arms. His little heart soared when he saw the concern in his big brother’s eyes and heard the pain in his voice when he asked if he was ok. Ever since that moment he started to see him as more than just a brother.
Dexter quickly brushed his hair and excitedly ran out of his room to see if there was anything ready for breakfast, finding nothing but a little note with some money left on the counter. “We had to leave 2 hours early to beat the storm coming on the weather alert this morning. Money for food if the weather is clear enough for delivery. Dennis behave. Dexter don’t just watch cartoons all weekend.” Dexter quickly ran to the front window to look outside, smiling wide seeing how dark and gloomy it was, the tree in the yard swaying hard in the wind. He wanted so badly to run and wake up Dennis to spend as much time with him as he could, but decided to let the boy sleep so he could surprise him with breakfast. 
Dennis jolted awake to the smell of burning, quickly running out of his room and rapidly sniffing the air, following the smell to the kitchen where he saw little Dexter frantically struggling to reach for the stove ventilation fan while the toaster smoked next to him. “Haha, Dexter what are you doing?” Dexter jumped in surprise at hearing his brother behind him as the older boy hit the on switch on the fan he’d been reaching for. “Noooooo Dennis you weren’t supposed to wake up yet. I wanted to make you breakfast but the lever on the toaster got stuck down and the waffles burned…” Dexter sniffled and felt tears welling up in his eyes as the older squirrel quickly reached over and pulled the plug out of the wall, forcing the toaster off. 
Dennis looked down at the sad little boy next to him and placed a hand on his head, gently turning it to look him in his sad green eyes as they sparkled with wetness. “I'm happy you wanted to make me breakfast, Dex. That’s real sweet. You don’t need to cry, the toasters been messed up for a while. It’s not a big deal, buddy. It’s just a couple waffles.” he smiled at the boy and ruffled his hair slightly making the boy smile and giggle as he reached up to wipe his eyes with his sleeve. “That was the last of the waffles. What are we gunna have for breakfast now?” Dennis fiddled with the lever on the toaster trying to force it to pop back up. “I’m sure they’re probably fi-” he stopped talking as the lever finally popped up revealing 4 waffle shaped charcoal discs. “Ok how about I just make us some pancakes or something? I’ll let you help mix the batter.” Dexter's eyes lit up, instantly forgetting his sadness at messing up his surprise. “Yeah!”
Dexter sat at the table, smiling wide as he dug into his small stack of pancakes next to his brother who sat and giggled at the state of the boy, absolutely covered in flower from the cloud that formed when he poured too much out of the bag and it splashed out of the edge of the mixing bowl. “You make the best pancakes!” he said, mouth half full still. Dennis chuckled “We made them together, Dex. Nobody mixes batter better than you.” Dexter swallowed the last of his pancakes and smiled wide at his brother, happy from his praise as a loud clap of thunder made the house rumble.
Dennis jumped as the thunder rolled in, quickly hopping out of his seat to look out the window and groaning at the dark skies and pouring rain. “Aw, man. I didn’t know there was a storm coming. The weather report said it’d be sunny today. Now we can’t even play outside.” Dexter ran up next to the older boy as his shoulders slumped down. “Yeah mom left a note on the counter and said there was a weather alert so they had to leave early. They left us some money for food if it clears up though! Maybe we can order pizza or something if there’s a break in the rain.” Dexter said excitedly, thrilled at the thought of being so close to his brother all weekend and the possibility of getting his favorite food. Dennis jumped again as a flash of lightning lit up the sky and another clap of thunder rumbled through the neighborhood. Dennis sighed again and looked down at the excitable little rodent next to him. “What’s got you all excited, buddy? You like the rain that much now? Thunder used to make you run under the covers.” Dexter blushed a little as he responded “I get to be alone with you all weekend. We’ve never been left alone like this. I think it’ll be fun!” Dennis smiled, unable to be upset while seeing those happy green eyes sparkle so brightly up at him.
Dennis flopped down onto the couch while Dexter dug through their game collection to find something to play together to pass the time until lunch. Dexter looked through the line up of games he pulled out before a thought popped into is head. “Dennis? What do YOU want to play?” Dennis’ ears perked up, surprised by the question. “Don’t worry about it, buddy. You know I’ll play whatever you want.” Dexter smiled a little, but felt bad. “B-but you’re always doing what I want. I wanna do what you want this time.” the older squirrel sat and thought for a moment. “Mom will get mad at me if I let you play what I want, bud.” Dexter was intrigued. “I- I won’t tell! Promise! She’ll never know.” Dennis chuckles and smirks. “Alright, Dex. I’ll be right back, then.” 
Dennis dug through his dresser to find a small collection of games his father had gotten for him. The boy’s mother was upset at first, but conceded that he was old enough to play them now, under the condition that Dexter never find out about them until he was 16 as well. Dennis shuddered to think about the punishment he’d receive should she find out what he was about to do. Rounding the corner back into the living room, he sees Dexter fiddling with the TV, changing it over to the console input and quickly running back to sit on the couch. Dennis walked in front of the TV and crouched down to put a disc in the console, pausing for a minute having second thoughts about the whole situation before deciding to follow through anyway. Dexter watched the screen light up, excitement clear as day on his face at the prospect of getting to play something forbidden with his brother.
Dennis looked over after a few minutes of shooting through hordes of zombies together to see a look of fear on Dexter's face, feeling bad for opting for the goriest game he had, not even thinking about the effect it might have on him. “You okay, buddy?” Dexter jumped in surprise, eyes wide as he stared at his brother as he paused the game. “U-uh, uhm, y-yeah. I'm fine.” he lied, not wanting to disappoint his favorite person. “You’re looking a little pale, Dex. Lets try something else, yeah?” Dexter let out a deep sigh of relief. “Y-yeah, okay!” Dennis got up to pick another game out of the pile, pausing for a second to consider his choices. He picks out a disc and places it in the console, quickly running back to the couch as the loading screen appears on the TV.
Dexter watched the TV, curious to see what Dennis had chosen. His eyes went wide immediately upon seeing a fox woman in a skimpy bikini pop up on the screen when the “Crime City V” logo appeared in the corner. Dennis looked over at his brother and chuckled to himself, happy to see the surprised excitement on his face. “Here, buddy. This one’s single player, but I’ll let you play first for a while. It’s bloody but it’s not as bad as the last one, promise. It’s fun.” Dennis said, handing the controller to his little brother. Dexter’s eyes darted between his brothers smirking face and the controller in his hand a few times before finally grabbing the controller and starting a new game.
Dennis watched as his brother struggled to get the hang of the controls, making it past the intro mission and into the open world to explore. “Do you wanna play, Dennis?” the older squirrel looked over to Dexter and shook his head. “No, Dex. I'm okay. It’s fun watching you play. Go ahead, don’t worry.” he smiled as Dexter turned back to the TV to keep playing. The older squirrel had secret feelings of his own for his little brother, deciding that this was now his perfect opportunity to try something. He loved Dexter very much, but his thoughts and dreams often took a turn that scared him. He didn’t want to hurt the boy, he cared for him deeply, but sometimes his thoughts turned dark and forceful in a way he’d always hoped he was strong enough to ignore. He was no longer strong enough.
Dennis watched as Dexter neared a place he’d been impatiently waiting for the boy to find, thinking it the perfect opportunity to try to initiate something. “Dennis? What’s a hooker?” Dennis laughed at the boy’s innocence. “Go talk to her and find out. I bet it’s something fun!” Dexter smiled, excited to see what would happen as he talked to the character standing on the street corner. Dexter watched, confused as she took his character behind a dumpster and pulled his pants down, crouching in front of him and her head bobbing up and down, view of the action obstructed by the camera angle. “Dennis? W-what’s she doing?” Dexter asked, feeling his heart start to race nervously for a reason he couldn’t understand. Dennis looked over and saw a small bulge in the boy’s pants, and smirked. “She’s giving him a blowjob. Something I was supposed to be getting today but I forgot about mom and dad’s trip.” 
Dexter was confused. “What’s a blowjob? Why’d she take his pants off?” Dennis turned to look him in the eye as he explained. “It’s when you suck on a boy’s privates. It’s supposed to feel real nice.” Dexter's face held a look of shock and mild disgust. “W-why would you suck on a boys privates? That sounds gross.” Dexter said, wrinkling his nose. “It’s supposed to feel good. I was supposed to go get one today but I had to stay and watch you instead.” Dennis’ heart hurt as he spoke, not wanting to hurt his brother but unable to control himself as his dark thoughts started to take over. “Oh.” Dexter said sadly, shoulders slumping at the tone in the older boy’s voice. “I’m sorry. I thought you liked spending time with me…” Dexter sniffled. “I do like spending time with you, but I was supposed to spend the day with my girlfriend for once. She was going to do that for me finally but I got stuck here instead.” 
Dexter’s ears perked up as Dennis spoke. “G-girlfriend?” the boy’s heart sank, hearing someone else had caught his brother’s romantic interest. “Yeah. Jenny from my class. I was supposed to buy her lunch and then she was going to suck me off for the first time, but I had to cancel because of you.” he said bluntly, Dexter's eyes starting to water. “I- I’m sorry Dennis. I d-didn’t know.” Dexter felt a pit form in his stomach, feeling terribly guilty for being too young to stay home alone and making his beloved brother miss out on special time with his girlfriend. “I- I can stay home alone! I promise! You can s-still go see h-” Dexter was cut off as a loud clap of thunder shook the house and the room went dark. Dennis groaned in frustration, feeling terribly guilty for how he was talking to his sweet little brother, and now not even having the TV to entertain them. He fought hard against his dark thoughts, but he couldn’t contain his excitement when Dexter spoke again. “W-what if I did it?”
Dennis’ eyes shot open wide, heart racing as he felt pressure build in the front of his pants as his plan started to work. “You don’t have to do that, Dexter. You wouldn’t like it. It’d only be fun for me, anyway. It’s something you’re only supposed to do with someone you really love.” Dexter couldn’t stop himself as he spoke again. “But I do love you! I love you a lot, Dennis!” he gasped at his own admission, quickly clasping his hands over his mouth as his eyes widened in surprise, still watery from his feelings of guilt. Dennis tried his hardest to hide his excitement, not wanting to scare the boy away. “I love you too, Dexter. But this is something you’re only supposed to do with someone you love in the special way. Someone you want to kiss.” Dennis spread his legs as he spoke, subtly revealing his growing bulge to the boy. “I- I do…” Dexter whispered out quietly. “What was that, Dex?” Dennis struggled to hide a smirk as he heard the boy’s whisper. “I d-do want that.” the small boy said, slightly louder. “You want what, buddy?” Dexter blushed hard as he forced himself to explain more. “I do want to k-kiss you, Dennis…” the older boy could no longer stop the predatory grin from forming on his face. “Prove it.”
Dexter crawled his way across the couch until he was directly next to his brother, heart racing as he broke out into a nervous sweat. “Well? I thought you wanted to kiss me?” Dennis said, his own heart racing as his mind screamed at him to stop before he went too far. Dexter leaned over and placed a kiss on Dennis’ cheek before quickly pulling back, unsure what to do next. “That’s it?” Dexter’s shoulders slumped at his brother’s tone, the older boy clearly disappointed. “W-what was I supposed to d-” Dexter was cut off as he felt the older boys hands under his arms, quickly dragging him over to sit on his lap facing him, resting the younger boys butt directly on his crotch and looking him in the eye. “Dexter I thought you wanted to kiss me for real. I thought you said I was special to you.” laying on the guilt as thick as he could, a fake sadness in his voice. “Kiss me, Dexter. For real this time.” he said, hating himself more with every word, screaming at himself internally for what he was getting ready to do.
Dexter felt awful, unable to hold back tears as he let out a little sniffle both at his brother’s attitude and for clearly having let the older boy down. The young squirrel quickly wiped his eyes as he leaned in and placed a peck directly on his brother’s lips, eyes shooting wide in surprise as he felt the older boy push his lips against his own, feeling a hand on the back of his head holding him in place as he tried to jerk away. Dennis saw the surprise in Dexter's eyes when he kissed back, feeling a strong throb in his pants as he finally went through with what his body was so desperately craving. Dennis moved his free hand to Dexter's back, slowly feeling him up all the way down his body until he reached his young ass, quickly squeezing as he began to moan into the little squirrel’s mouth. Dexter didn’t know what he was feeling, overwhelmed with fear and anxiety, but also happy to finally get to be with his brother the way he’d dreamed for so long. He didn’t know how to react when he felt a strong lick across his lips, his body on autopilot as he opened his mouth enough to let his older brothers tongue inside, unsure what to do as he felt the older boy lick around inside of his mouth. 
Dennis had given up on the idea of trying to fight back against his urges, fully giving into his desires as he soaked in the taste of his little brother’s young mouth. Seeing the boy’s tears flow so freely down his face as he had his way with him quickly had him at full mast as he kept squeezing that little ass, quickly reaching his hand down into the young squirrel’s pants to grab the squishy muscle directly.
Dexter was scared, unsure what to do as he cried and trembled in his brother’s lap, feeling something hard poking at his butt through his pants while his brother continued to explore his mouth. He pushed his hands against the older boys chest and tried to push away, but he wasn’t strong enough to stop what was happening as he felt Dennis pull back and break their kiss, a strand of saliva connecting their mouths together as both boys took a second to catch their breath. “You’re a good kisser, Dexter. I guess maybe you do love me in the special way.” Dennis smiled, hoping maybe he could help the younger boy calm down as he felt him trembling in his grip. Dexter nodded, pushing through his confusion and fear to speak. “I d-do love you, Dennis. I have f-for a while. I didn’t think you w-would love me back that way.” Dexter had never felt his heart beat so fast before, he didn’t know what emotions he was feeling, but something about the way Dennis slowly leaned forward to gently kiss the boy again, a far more tender kiss this time, made the tears stop. He didn’t feel scared from that gentle kiss, a warmth fluttering through his heart as he thought “This is what love is supposed to feel like. I love him, he loves me.” 
Dennis placed one more gentle kiss on the boys lips, removing his hand from the back of the younger boy’s head and placing it on his cheek, gently rubbing across it with his thumb as he tilted the boy’s head to look him in the eye again. “Do you love me enough to keep going, Dexter? You said you’d do that for me.” he emphasized the end of his sentence by gesturing his head towards the cutscene still playing on the TV, waiting for one of them to exit out of it before it would stop. Dexter sat and thought for a moment, still confused and scared about doing more, but wanting so badly to make his brother happy and prove his love. Slowly, Dexter nodded his head slightly. “Y-yes...I love you, Dennis. I’m sorry. I’m scared.” Dennis kissed the boy gently again before he spoke. “Why are you scared, Dex? I'm not scary. We’re just having fun, right? We love each other. This is what lovers do, buddy. You don’t think I'm a bad lover, do you?” Dexter's eyes went wide as his brother spoke, quickly shaking his head. “N-no! You’re not bad, Dennis! I promise! I- I’m not scared anymore!” he lied, not wanting to make the older boy feel bad.
Dennis slipped the boy down off of his lap and onto the floor in front of him, spreading his legs to reveal his sizable bulge. “Prove I’m a good lover, Dexter. Show me you really mean it.” Dexter gulped as he saw the crotch of his brother’s sweatpants twitching in front of him. “Don’t be scared, Dex. Remember, this is what lovers do. Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Dexter blushed at his brother’s question, nervous but excitedly nodding. “Y-yes! More than anything!” Dennis leaned down to grab one of Dexter's hands and placed it on his crotch. “Be a good boyfriend, then. Pull down my pants.” Dexter felt the heat radiating off the slab of meat through the cloth his hand rested on, feeling it twitch and pulse. He reached his other hand up to grab at Dennis’ waistband and slowly start pulling his pants down, revealing a small patch of fluffy black pubic fur as the base of his shaft came into view. Dexter's eyes widened again, mouth going dry as he watched the thick slab of meat slowly reveal itself to him, quickly springing up to slap against the older boy’s stomach before standing straight up as his pants were pulled down past the tip, revealing it in its entirety. 
Dennis’ uncut humanoid member stood proud at 7 inches, throbbing and leaking slightly in excitement and anticipation. He stopped to think for a second, beating himself up internally for what he was doing, a terrible sense of shame washing over him as he tried his hardest to stop, not wanting to hurt the little boy he loved so dearly. But he couldn’t stop it, deep down he didn’t want to, either. He wanted to see the boy cry. He wanted to hear the sounds he would make as he was forced to service him. He wanted to know what it felt like to have that level of power and control over the younger boy. 
Dennis watched as his little brother sat between his legs on the floor, paralyzed as he stared at the cock bobbing in the air in front of him. Dexter didn’t know how to react, didn’t know what to do from here. He sat and stared, heart pounding out of his chest until he jumped, hearing his brother speak. “Don’t you love me, Dexter? You’re supposed to suck on it. I won’t make you do it if you want to stop, it’s okay if you don’t really love me.” laying on the guilt as much as he possibly could, looking down and closing his eyes slightly to feign sadness. Dexter's heart sank at his brother’s sadness, quickly moving to continue. “I- I’m doing it! I do love you, Dennis! I love you so much, see?” he said, quickly getting up onto his knees and leaning over Dennis’ lap, quickly wrapping his lips around the erect cock in front of him.
Dennis watched in amazement as his brother actually began servicing him, groaning loudly as he felt the intense warmth of the young boy’s mouth on his penis. He quickly placed a hand on the back of Dexter's head and pushed him down another inch before pulling him back up, quickly falling into a rhythm as he forced the little boy to fellate him. Dexter was surprised when he felt a hand pushing him down further, quickly bringing both of his hands up to the older boys thighs to try to push himself away, unable to get out of Dennis’ grip as he felt himself forced into a constant back and forth motion, groaning in discomfort at the taste in his mouth as his older brother’s pre cum leaked out of his foreskin and onto his tongue. “Oooh, that’s good, Dexter.” Dennis groaned, reaching his free hand to the base of his penis to pull back his foreskin to feel the young boy’s struggling tongue against his bare pink head. 
Dexter groaned at the strange feeling of his brother’s skin sliding past his lips, gagging as the raw taste of his cock head soaked directly onto his tongue. Dennis moaned loudly when Dexter gagged, throbbing hard in the little boy’s mouth as he thought about what he was doing. “Oh fuck, I really did it. Shit. Fuck I can’t believe how good this feels. I’m sorry, Dexter. I can’t stop.” he thought to himself as he pushed harder, forcing his engorged cock head to rest at the back of the boy’s tongue, threatening to push itself down into his throat as the little boy choked hard, drooling down Dennis’ shaft as saliva pooled around the base of his penis.
Dexter didn’t know how to process what was happening. Dennis was making noises that made him sound happy, he was moaning and calling him a good boy, telling him he was doing so good, making him feel nice. His heart fluttered at the praise, but he cried, not liking what he was doing. Gagging and choking at the musky slime leaking out into his mouth as he was forced up and down on that rock hard rod. He wanted so badly to stop, but even more desperately he wanted to prove to Dennis how much he really loved him. He struggled against the older boy’s grip, still trying to push away on reflex when he was pushed down too far, gagging hard repeatedly on the invading meat as Dennis picked up the pace, rapidly pulling back and forcing himself against the back of the boys throat as he felt the young boys saliva slide down his shaft in an endless stream. 
Dennis was in heaven, his desires entirely overpowering any level of guilt he was feeling, only dirty and mean thoughts flowing through him as he felt like a god while he had complete control over the child sucking on his penis. Every gag he forced from the boy’s mouth made another spurt of pre cum leak from him, Dexter quickly having to swallow before he choked on the slimy fluid. Dennis fell into a rhythm and counted out how often Dexter was forced to swallow, timing his thrusts and waiting for the next one to come. He counted out his thrusts, and just as he felt the boy start to swallow, he slammed himself forward, pushing himself straight down into the boy’s unwilling throat while he choked violently, trying his hardest to pull away and take a breath, unable to budge as he was forced to cough out all of his remaining air around the slab of meat blocking his airway. 
Dennis throbbed hard as he felt the 10 year old’s throat struggling, rippling around his penis as he held himself there, relishing in the feeling of absolute power he had over the child servicing him. His heart pounded as he saw the crying boy drooling endlessly around him, his violent choking gags the most beautiful music he’d ever heard in his life as he pulled himself back and out of Dexter's mouth to let the boy breathe, not wanting him to pass out. Dexter coughed hard as he felt the blockage in his throat relent, leaning off to the side to gag and spit on the floor next to him to clear his scratchy raw throat. “D- Dennis! I don’t-” he squeaked out during his coughing fit. “Dennis please I don’t want to do this anymore. It h-hurts.” 
Dennis looked down at the quivering boy on the floor before speaking up. “Oh. I guess you don’t really love me as much as I thought. I’m s-sorry, buddy. I just wanted us to have a nice time t-together…” Dennis faked some light sniffles, as if he were beginning to cry as well. Dexter felt awful, terrified at the thought of continuing, but even more terrified of letting his brother think he didn’t really love him. Tears streaming hard down his face, Dexter forced himself back up, quickly taking in his brothers throbbing length again, forcing himself to stay on it as he bobbed himself up and down, fighting through the awful taste overwhelming his senses. Dennis smiled darkly, quickly placing his hand back onto the boys head, forcing him to faster, deeper with each stroke as his gagging picked up again, thankful that Dennis was at least pulling back enough to let him breathe every few strokes, Dennis praising the boy for his efforts. “O-oh fuck, Dex. You’re doing so good. You’re the best little boyfriend I could ask for. H-hah…” Dennis moaned out as Dexter continued to struggle.
Dexter's cheeks warmed, a confusing mix of emotions flowing through him as he was happy to hear more praise, heart skipping a beat when Dennis called him his boyfriend. He steeled himself, not wanting to disappoint him anymore, giving himself over to the aggressive boy assaulting his mouth and no longer trying to fight back despite the searing pain in his throat screaming at him to stop. Dennis fell into a trance as he forced the crying boy down on his hot, throbbing cock. He watched as more and more of his rod disappeared into the boys tight, rippling throat until he finally saw the last inch disappear into his mouth, nose pressing down into his pelvis as he held Dexter down for a moment. Dennis felt on top of the world as he felt Dexter choke around him, noticing he was no longer trying to push himself free, hands at his sides even has his lungs screamed for air. Dennis felt a telltale throb deep inside of him signaling his climax, quickly pulling back to let the boy breathe for a few seconds and clear the slime built up in his throat, coughing violently as he was free again.
Dexter's eyes had glazed over minutes earlier, his mind shutting out the world around him as he felt as though he were dreaming, or watching everything through glass. The pain in his throat had dulled as his mind protected him as best it could from his assault, unable to block it out entirely as he was forced to witness it as though he were watching through another person’s eyes. Dennis was close, and he wasn’t planning on stopping now until he was finished. He quickly moved Dexter's mouth back onto his throbbing rod and forced himself down, quickly getting into a harsh and brutal face fuck as he felt that tight little throat ripple around him more with each sputtering gag and cough. 
Pressure quickly built up around the base of his penis, hitting the point of no return as he moaned loudly and pulled out of the boys throat, resting half way in his mouth, not wanting to spare the boy his flavor. Dexter felt his throat clear as he coughed, immediately gagging again as a thick, hot, bitter fluid rapidly filled his entire mouth by surprise, forcing its way down his throat and out around his brother’s cock, feeling Dennis throb harder than ever, a seemingly endless stream of teenage cum shooting hard down his throat as he heard the older boy moan and felt him tremble. Dennis couldn’t control himself as he slammed himself down his brother’s throat one last time to finish off his orgasm. The intense sensation of wet, warm struggling throat around his cock as he throbbed and emptied his balls into the young boy as he raped his young throat for another minute until his orgasm had died down entirely, only stopping when the over stimulation became far too painful to continue.
Dexter felt the hand on his head go slack, his mind having brought him back to full consciousness as he felt himself drowning in his older brother’s load. The young squirrel quickly pulled back, tears flowing endlessly down his soaked cheeks as he leaned to the side and coughed up an immense mess of teenage cum and throat slime onto the floor, struggling to catch his breath as his throat screamed for relief, his senses of taste and smell entirely overwhelmed by Dennis’ essence. Throat finally cleared, Dexter curled into a ball on the floor and cried hard, scared and in pain, not knowing what else to do as he trembled intensely on the floor while he hugged his soft fluffy tail for comfort.
Dennis came to as he heard pained sobs from the boy on the floor, an utterly sickening sense of dread and guilt overwhelming the teen as he thought about what he’d just done, terrified of anybody else ever finding out. He quickly jumped up off the couch, unable to stop himself from crying for real this time as he scooped up the little boy from the floor and quickly ran to his room, laying down on his bed and hugging the boy tightly until they both finished crying. 
Dennis heard his brothers sobs stop, hearing one last sniffle from the boy as they both lay still, breathing more steadily. “D-do I get to be your b-boyfriend for real?” Dennis was shocked as he heard his brother speak. His dark thoughts had gone away, satiated for now as they crawled deeper into his brain, leaving the boy to fend for himself as he thought of how to heal the situation. “Oh, uh, of course, buddy. You did so good. I'm s-sorry I hurt you. I don’t know what happened, it just felt so good. Are you okay?” Dexter turned around to face his brother, dark green eyes trembling as he looked Dennis in the eye. “It’s okay! I always w-wanted to be your boyfriend. E-ever since you saved me from those kids outside a couple years ago I w-wanted that.” Dennis’ heart sank as he listened to his brother admit his feelings, guilt overwhelming him as he struggled not to start crying again as he saw those eyes sparkle. 
Dennis leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Dexter's forehead, moving slowly to not scare him. “I love you so much, Dexter. I’ll be a good boyfriend, I swear.” Dexter smiled, butterflies in his stomach as he felt Dennis squeeze him tightly in his arms, comfortable as he closed his eyes, both boys quickly falling asleep. Dennis was plagued by awful dreams of hurting Dexter, tossing and turning, causing the younger boy to wake up as the sun shone through a small break in the stormy cloud cover outside and into the window. He saw Dennis struggling, hearing pained groans and cries as he shook the older boy. “Dennis, wake up! You’re having a bad dream!” he yelled, shaking his brother harder, stopping as he saw the older squirrel’s eyes start to flutter open.
Dennis opened his eyes, surprised to see Dexter leaning over and looking down at him. “Dexter? What are- why are you in m-” he stopped talking as the memories from earlier raced through his head. Dexter was confused, unsure what to do when he saw his big brother start to tremble and cry, quickly feeling himself taken into a tight embrace as Dennis sobbed lightly. “Oh g-god, Dexter. I’m so s-sorry. I can’t believe I did that to you. A-are you okay?” Dexter hugged back, quickly responding. “Yeah, I’m okay. Y-you said I made you feel good, that’s all that matters. I- I don’t mind if it means I can be your b-boyfriend.” Dennis squeezed tighter, sobs increasing as the most horrible wave of guilt overwhelmed him. “I w-won’t ever make you do that again, I promise! We can be boyfriends, Dexter. You’re such a good boy.” Dexter smiled hearing that, placing a gentle kiss of his own on Dennis’ cheek.
Dennis heard his fan click on, jumping slightly at the surprise noise. “Oh, I guess the power’s back.” he said, wiping his wet eyes with his sleeve. “H-how about I go order us a nice big pizza to eat all weekend, huh?” Dexter smiled wide, excited. “Yeah! Pizza with my boyfriend!” he exclaimed, quickly jumping up off the bed to run out to the living room. Dennis wiped his eyes again before he forced himself to stand up and follow the younger boy. 
Dennis spent the rest of the day doing his best to make up for his awful behavior that morning, more than happy to do anything Dexter wanted, not even having a problem when he wanted to watch the little kid cartoons that made him so happy. Dennis just stayed with him, holding him all day, peppering him with gentle love and affection, hoping Dexter would forget about the whole ordeal tomorrow. Dexter felt happy, finally able to love his brother openly instead of having to hide his feelings from him. He would do anything for his brother if it meant they could stay together like this forever. The rest of the day passed by quick, exhaustion quickly overtaking both boys as Dennis checked his phone and saw the clock say 11pm. “Come on, Dexter. Let’s go to bed. You can sleep with me if you want.” Dexter perked up, excited. “Yeah! That sounds nice.” 
Dexter and Dennis both laid down on Dennis’ bed, Dexter smiling happily as he felt his older brother’s arms wrap around him and pull him close, squeezing tightly as he placed a kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight, Dexter. I love you.” Dexter blushed. “I love you too, Dennis. Goodnight.” Dexter grabbed his fluffy tail, using it as a body pillow, hugging it tightly as he drifted off to sleep in his new boyfriend’s bed. 
It was around noon when they woke up, yesterday having taken a toll on both of them, sapping their energy entirely and forcing them to oversleep. “Good morning, Dex.” Dennis said, seeing Dexter already awake and looking at him, smiling. “Good morning.” Dexter leaned in and kissed his brother on the lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away, blushing brightly as he got up out of the bed and made his way for the door. “Can we have leftover pizza for breakfast?” the small boy asked, eyes wide, pleading with his brother. Dennis’ heart melted at the display, unable to say no to those eyes. “Of course we can, bud. I’ll be right there.” Dennis watched as Dexter left the room, making sure he was out of view before he looked down at the growing bulge in his sweatpants. He sighed, dark thoughts coming back slowly, no longer satisfied from yesterday.
Dexter sat on the couch fiddling with the TV remote, quickly switching over to the little kid’s channel to see if his favorite show was on. He smiled when he saw he was just in time for the start of a new episode. Humming along with the intro song happily as he chomped down on a cold slice of pizza, he couldn’t feel the dark gaze on the back of his head from the hallway. Dexter was half way through his slice when he saw Dennis come around and sit on the couch next to him, seeing him spread his legs wide, blushing as he noticed the bulge in his crotch. He quickly looked away back to the TV, not noticing when Dennis had freed himself from the cramped confines of his pants. “Hey, Dexter. I think I could use a little pick me up, if you don’t mind.” the young squirrel looked over and gasped, heart sinking as he saw Dennis’ exposed cock, foreskin already pulled back exposing his bright pink tip. He fought the urge to cry as he dropped his pizza next to him and crawled down onto the floor, slowly making his way between his brother’s legs. “I love him, He loves me. I’d do anything for him.” Dexter thought to himself as he got up onto his knees, leaning over the boy and opening his mouth. “He’s so nice to me.” he thinks, as he closes his mouth around Dennis’ exposed tip, pressing his tongue against it as his nose wrinkled at the taste. “I love him so much. He’s my boyfriend now. This is what a good boyfriend does.” he thinks as he feels a hand on the back of his head, pressing him down. “I love him so much. He wouldn’t hurt me. He’s so nice to me. He needs this.” he thinks, his eyes glazing over as his mind switches off, giving him that dreaming feeling as he begins to feel a searing heat invade his throat as his breath is cut off.