This story contains graphic, violent cub rape, kidnapping and drugging. If you cannot handle or do not wish to see these topics please use your blacklist and leave now. It is nobody's responsibility but your own to make sure you don't see things you can't handle.

Gay, cub/cub, cub/adult, oral rape, gagging, choking, asphyxiation, kidnapping, drugging, bondage.

Shed

Dexter sat alone on the swing set waiting for his friend to show up, nobody else at the park as dark clouds blocked out the sun and the trees swayed hard in the wind. Looking around nervously as he waited, the 12 year old gray squirrel fiddled with the zipper on his backpack, quickly unzipping it and peeking inside to make sure he had everything he wanted to show off today. He heard the faintest sound of footsteps behind him, quickly shooting his head around expecting to see a familiar pair of round ears atop a mess of short black hair, but the little white mouse he'd been waiting for was nowhere to be seen. In fact, nobody was there at all. “Hello?” he said, facing where he'd heard the steps. “Terry? Are you there?” he asked as he jumped off the swings to investigate. He heard leaves crunching behind the large bush near where he'd heard the steps, but they didn't sound like the crunches Terry's tiny frame would make walking through the grass. 
Dexter walked around the bush and into the woods that bordered the park, quickly looking around for signs of his friend. He heard more crunching off ahead of him, a sense of anxiety welling up inside as he thought about running back out to the park and just going home before he decided to follow the sounds. The footsteps sounded closer and closer with every step he took, all of his fur standing on end as he felt a chill down his spine while his heart raced. “T-Terry this isn't funny. Where are you, man?” he squeaked out nervously. Walking around another big bush Dexter saw a small shed off in the distance, the door cracked open and a dim light shining through. “Terry are you in there? What the hell are you doing?” he yelled as he walked towards the small building, heart pounding hard and breathing fast as he made it just outside the door. 
Dexter heard sniffling inside, every instinct telling him to run away to find help. The young squirrel fought hard against his fear as he slowly crept towards the door, carefully peeking his head inside and seeing nothing before deciding to fully step inside. Dexter looked around the dimly lit shed, spotting the source of the sniffles sitting up against the wall only visible after he'd passed the door entirely, running towards the little white mouse he saw tied to a cheap metal folding chair, naked with his underwear shoved in his mouth. Dexter's heart nearly leapt from his chest when he saw Terry sitting there, quickly moving to crouch in front of him. “Terry what the fuck. Oh god what's going on we gotta get you out of here!” Dexter yelled, quickly moving to try to untie the boy's feet from the thin metal legs of the chair. “Just need to get this knot undone and then we can go.” Dexter said. Terry screamed through his gag, eyes going wide trying to get Dexter's attention. “Mmmmh! MMMH HMMMMM!” he yelled, no words discernible through the cloth in his mouth as Dexter struggled with the ropes. “I almost got it I thi-” Dexter was cut off, jumping in fear as he heard the door slam shut.
Dexter quickly shot around to look at the door, heart skipping a beat as he saw a tall black wolf man standing in front of it, head almost touching the ceiling as his heavily scarred visage smiled a wide, toothy grin down at the two little boys in front of him. “Well well well, isn't this a treat.” he said, deep gravelly voice booming loudly from him and echoing off the walls of the shed. “Didn't your parents ever tell you boys not to follow strangers into the woods? You're lucky it was me and not someone dangerous.” he said with a deep, dark laugh that sent chills down Dexter's spine. Dexter turned back to Terry and struggled to finish untying the leg he was working on, unable to get a grip as his hands shook in fear as he panicked for both of their safety. Dexter stopped as he heard a loud metallic click, a sound he recognized well from the games he played on his computer. “If either of you little shits wants to make it home alive tonight, I suggest you stop.” he said as Dexter turned, eyes shooting wide as he spotted a large revolver in the man's hand pointed at the little mouse in the chair. “I'm not fond of guns, but they do a great job of getting the point across.” 
Dexter was terrified as he sat crouched in front of Terry, frozen in place with his eyes wide as his mouth ran dry, an intense ringing in his ears drowning out any other noise besides the giant wolf's voice as he stood between him and freedom. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He could do nothing but sit and stare as his blood turned to ice in his veins. “Kick the backpack over here, kid. Let's see what you brought to this little gathering.” Dexter sat still a moment, his brain not registering what he'd heard until he heard a low rumbling growl. He quickly shook off his backpack and slid it across the floor, the wolf leaning down to pick it up as hit reached his feet. The man quickly unzipped the boy's bag and laughed as he pulled out two cans of soda and a big bag of chips, tossing them on the floor towards the boys, one of the cans exploding and spraying root beer against the wall. “Oops.” he chuckled to himself quietly as he reached in and pulled out a magazine, seeing a second one just behind it. “A little young for this one, aren't you?” he laughs as he looks at the cover, a young, naked fox woman posing bent over a car spreading her plump ass apart printed on it. Dexter watched as the giant man tossed the magazine to the side and reached in again to pull out the next one as he dropped the backpack.
Dexter blushed hard as the man eyed the last magazine, already terrified of the situation but feeling even more scared as his deepest, darkest secret was revealed. “Well now, THIS is interesting, isn't it?” the wolf said as he eyed the front cover. “I wasn't expecting a fag mag, but 'All About Oral special issue' I most CERTAINLY wasn't expecting.” he said as he looked at the two thin otter men 69ing on the first page. Dexter was lost in his own head as he watched the wolf man flip through the magazine, his body and brain fighting against each other hard over whether to stay or flee, his body winning the argument as he got up to run towards the door while the intimidating figure in front of him was distracted. The wolf smiled to himself as he saw Dexter stand out of the corner of his eye, knowing exactly what was coming as he let the boy get his hopes up, letting the young squirrel get just in front of the door before he dropped the magazine and grabbed him by the throat, stopping him in his tracks as the boy choked and gurgled harshly from the rough impact. 
Dexter's dark green eyes shot wide open as he felt the hand around his throat, a warm wetness flowing down his legs from his crotch as he wet himself in fear when the large wolf man lifted him by the throat to look him in the eye, smiling at the boy's terrified face. “Mmmm, that's a look I never get tired of.” he said as he threw the boy back towards Terry, the little squirrel landing on his back, the back of his head audibly smacking against the hard concrete floor of the shed as he whined and groaned loudly in pain. The man turned and latched the shed door closed, padlocking it shut to stop anybody getting in or out while he had his fun. “I'm very familiar with little Terry here, I've been following him for a while. But you, I've never seen you before. What's your name?” he said in a tone that said he was demanding more than asking. Dexter laid on the floor holding the back of his head and crying from the pain pulsing through his skull, unable to speak. 
Terry had been grunting and groaning and crying into his gag since the large wolf had walked into the shed, all hope of escaping lost as he watched his friend get thrown across the room as though he were nothing more than a piece of trash. Struggling and thrashing around in his chair trying to get free, Terry squeaked when he felt his own throat roughly squeezed by a large, strong hand. “Oh, you like this one, don't you? I can see it in your eyes.” the wolf whispered as he leaned in next to the little mouse's ear. “This will be fun.” the wolf stood up and walked to stand in front of Dexter, looking down at the groaning rodent as he sniffled and sobbed holding the back of his head, small spots of blood slowly dripping down onto the concrete below him from the impact. “What. is. Your. NAME.” he demanded, losing patience with the child below, giving him a swift kick to the stomach causing him to curl into a ball and groan louder. 
Dexter struggled on the ground holding his stomach with one hand and the back of his head with the other as his ears rang harder and harder, the stress of the situation overwhelming him. He struggled to sit up, still groaning in pain as he spoke quietly. “D-Dexter.” he said, just loud enough for the wolf to hear, smiling darkly and baring his fangs to the boy. “Good boy, Dexter. Was that so hard?” he said as leaned down to pick the boy up, roughly dropping him down directly in front of Terry as he cried, sobbing through his gag. Dexter felt his arms roughly, painfully grabbed and held behind him faster than he could even think to react, feeling a cold slap of steel against his wrists as the wolf cuffed him uncomfortably. The young squirrel struggled with his binds, steel digging into his wrists harshly as he pulled and yanked hoping against hope to break free. “W-why are you doing this? Why is Terry here? W-what the f-fuck is wrong with you?!” he yelled out, panicked. He felt a sharp sting against his cheek as the wolf slapped him and grabbed his face, turning him to look the wolf in the eyes. “You've got quite the mouth on you, boy. I can't wait to put it to use on something better than your pathetic whining.” he growled, roughly squeezing his face and turning him to look at Terry as he cried and groaned. “Why am I here? Why am I doing this? Just look at that face, Dexter. Isn't it beautiful? Isn't he just such an adorable boy? Such a pretty little face, I can't help but want to ruin it. I can't help but want to see it struggle and cry. But then you showed up, and my oh my aren't you a cute one.” he growled into Dexter's ear, causing it to twitch uncomfortably as the boy whined and cried. “I think I'd like to ruin your face even more than his.”
Dexter's fur stood on end, his blood felt like pure ice pumping through his body as his heart raced faster than he thought possible as his brain went into pure panic mode, struggling hard as he was held in place by the laughing man next to him. “That was an interesting magazine you brought, Dexter. Tell me, does Terry already know you're a faggot, or was this going to be a surprise?” Dexter flinched as that word left the man's mouth, breath catching in his throat. “I-i'm not a fucking f-faggot. I-i'm not!” he said defensively, eliciting another laugh from the large wolf. “Oh? Interesting. I guess you were holding gay porn for someone else, right? Or were you going to get him going with the straight magazine and pull out the gay one to convince him to try something with you? You were clearly planning to meet him today without me.” Dexter blushed hard, looking down in the floor in shame as his tears dripped off his cheeks onto the cold concrete below. “N-no…” he said meekly, words catching in his throat as his head throbbed from its earlier impact. 
Dexter saw the wolf next to him stand and pull a small bottle out of his pocket, quickly unscrewing the lid and pouring a small pill into his hand before putting the bottle back in his pocket. “I think little Terry here has suffered long enough, don't you?” he said, staring down at the young squirrel on the floor, waiting for him to look up. When Dexter met his eyes he quickly yanked Terry's underwear gag out of his mouth, squeezing his cheeks tightly to hold his mouth open as he popped the pill in before holding his mouth closed, forcing him to swallow before quickly shoving the cloth back in as he squirmed and cried and screamed into it. “You clearly came here for something today, Dexter. Have you ever sucked a dick before?” he asked, laughing hard as Dexter shook his head no, too ashamed to meet the man's eyes anymore. “That's a shame. Luckily Terry here seems to be about ready to help teach you now.” he said darkly, causing Dexter to look up in confusion, gasping as he saw terry's pink mouse cock rapidly growing out of his sheath, the pill the wolf fed him having kicked in fast. 
Dexter stared at his friend's surprising length, a thin, pink, 6 inch tapered rod jutting straight out from Terry's crotch as he blushed hard and squirmed around, his skin feeling uncomfortably hot as the aphrodisiac wreaked havoc on his underdeveloped body. Dexter's face burned with shame as he felt himself slowly growing in his own pants at the sight despite the situation, having always had a crush on the mouse. Dexter yelped as he felt a strong hand on the back of his head push him towards the mouse's crotch, burying his nose in the boy's fuzzy sack as Terry moaned into his gag, his young cock throbbing at the surprise contact of Dexter's nose to his most intimate bits. Dexter groaned in discomfort, shaking his head and struggling to break free from the wolf's grip, barely able to move as the man squeezed tighter to hold him in place as he shoved the squirrel's nose deeper into Terry's scrotum. Dexter's arms struggled hard trying to get out of his cuffs as he was forced to breathe in his young friend's scent, the unmistakable stink of young, sweaty boy and stale urine searing itself into his brain in a way he would never be allowed to forget as his tears flowed down his face in an endless stream while his nostrils burned. The steel cuffs dug hard into his wrists as he struggled, drawing blood and causing him to hiss out in pain as he fought himself once again over whether to give up or keep struggling through his pain as his body shook in fear.
Dexter felt the hand on his head squeeze again, claw tips digging painfully into him as they pierced his skin and drew small droplets of blood that soaked and stained his light gray fur while his head was roughly turned to face the wolf. “I suggest you open your mouth on your own unless you want me to do it for you, kid.” Dexter's cheeks burned with shame as he realized what was coming next. He held his mouth shut tight, breathing through his nose and struggling to shake his head free from the man's vise-like grip. The wolf smiled wide at his struggling. “I thank you for making this even more fun for me.” he said. Dexter was momentarily confused thinking of what he meant before he felt a sharp sting of the man's meaty palm against his face, the man slapping the boy hard enough to echo repeatedly off the walls as Dexter groaned hard and clenched his teeth through the immense pain. Another slap came quickly, this time to the other cheek causing the boy to open his mouth to cry out in pain, the man quickly seizing the opportunity to clench his hand under the boy's chin, fingers wrapping around and squeezing tightly into his cheeks to hold them between his teeth, forcing him to hold his mouth open unless he wanted to bite straight through his cheeks.
Dexter screamed as he watched Terry's penis get closer and closer to his face as the wolf man controlled his head, no hope of getting out of the man's strong grip. Terry watched as Dexter's mouth was forced onto his throbbing, aching erection as his body went into overdrive from the intense aphrodisiac pill he'd been forced to swallow, every bit of his skin overly sensitive to any bit of touch as he gasped at the lightest contact as his underage cock leaked pre cum, drooling down his pink tapered shaft.
Dexter choked and gagged as his mouth made contact with Terry's tapered cock, closing his eyes as his tears continued to stream from them while he sobbed in fear and discomfort. He felt Terry's slimy rod slowly slide farther back into his mouth, forcing him to gag hard as it reached the back of his tongue as the wolf held him there for a moment to enjoy the young squirrels suffering while the overstimulated mouse gasped and moaned loudly at the intense warm wetness enveloping his penis. The wolf pulled Dexter's head back lightly, long enough to let his gagging die down allowing him to breathe and cough before shoving him forward hard, without warning, forcing the entirety of Terry's 6 inches straight down his throat in an instant as his throat convulsed hard. Deep, guttural gags emanated from his young throat as it rippled around its slimy invader hoping to eject it so he could breathe. Dexter was held down for what felt like an eternity as he struggled trying to catch a breath, the wolf unable to hide his amusement at the struggling child in his grip as Terry moaned louder and louder from the stimulation. 
Dexter felt the rod leave his throat, quickly coughing and choking as he caught what little amount of breath he was allowed to catch before the wolf shoved him forward again causing Terry's eyes to roll back in pleasure from the intense heat surrounding the entirety of his cock as it throbbed and leaked his slimy pre cum into his best friends throat against his will. Dexter's ears rang harder than ever, intense emotions flowing through him all at once. Pain, fear, and sadness all swirled through his brain as his head throbbed both from its earlier impact with the concrete as well as the intense pressure on his skull from the giant wolf's hand guiding him along his friend's penis as he ran out of air, lungs burning as he fought hard to breathe, getting nothing but more cock down his throat. 
Terry was overwhelmed with pleasure, his brain able to focus on nothing but the intense heat rippling around his 12 year old mouse cock as it throbbed hard in his friend's struggling throat, his eyes unfocused as he felt a pressure building deep inside while he moaned and groaned into the underwear filling his mouth, thoroughly soaked through with drool at this point. Dexter's thoughts had transformed into a constant loud, angry static as he ran out of air time and time again as the large wolf held him down on that throbbing rod, bringing him to the brink of consciousness until he felt the young squirrel start to go slack before pulling back to let him breathe and pick up his fight again. 
Dexter had lost all sense of time through his brutal oral assault, able to see nothing through his eyes as they blurred from tears and lack of air, unable to hear as his ears rang from fear, unable to feel anything except the throbbing static in his head and the violent stabbing of Terry's penis against the back of his throat as he gagged and sputtered and coughed thick, sticky globs of clear throat slime and underage pre cum against the mouse's crotch as his body fought to eject its brutal invader. The pressure in Terry's pelvis had reached the base of his cock, liquid heat quickly shooting through his penis and into his squirrel friends abused throat forcing him to choke and gag harder than ever before as he was assaulted by thick, sticky strands of salty, bitter young semen as it forcefully ejected itself from the mouse's penis. The wolf laughed loudly when he saw Terry's body seize up in orgasm, laughing even harder when he noticed the stream of clear sticky fluids flowing from Dexter's abused mouth turn even thicker and white as he gagged on his friends intense orgasm, unable to pull away as his body still fought beyond hope to end his harsh treatment. 
Terry's moans had turned into loud, muffled screams as the wolf forced Dexter's mouth back and forth on the boy's throbbing cock throughout his entire orgasm, the young mouse quickly becoming overstimulated by the rippling sensation around his rod as he came down from the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. Dexter felt Terry's penis leave his throat as he flopped onto the floor, coughing violently and crying into the growing puddle of tears and cum on the floor as he gagged and cleared his scratchy abused throat, happy to be able to breathe freely after a brutal coughing fit as he sobbed while the wolf laughed and turned his attention to Terry, quickly untying the boy from the chair and pulling the soggy underwear from his mouth.
Terry's eyes were blurry and unfocused as his body came down from the intense stimulation he'd just finished receiving, breathing hard not even realizing his mouth was now free until the wolf gripped his short black hair and forced his attention onto his heavily scarred face. “You're lucky your friend showed up, Terry, or that would be you right now.” he said as he gestured his head towards the sobbing mess of a squirrel on the floor next to him. “Your clothes are in the box next to the door. I suggest you get dressed and leave.” he said with a dark laugh, turning to unlock the padlock on the shed door as the sound of heavy rain started to echo off the roof of the shed, a flash of lightning briefly showing through the cracks in the door as thunder rumbled through the woods. 
Terry stood from the chair, shaking hard both through fear and over stimulation, his body still hot as the aphrodisiac coursed through his veins, only slightly calmed now after his intense orgasm. He quickly made his way to the box next to the door, pulling on his clothes as he saw the wolf lean down to pick Dexter up off the floor and drop him hard onto the folding chair he'd just been freed from. He watched as the man pulled a steel ring from a bag on the floor, forcing Dexter's mouth open around it as he fastened its leather straps behind his head tightly while the young squirrel groaned in confused discomfort. Terry gasped, eyes wide when the wolf dropped his pants, 9 inches of thick, throbbing, angry red knotted wolf cock jutting straight from his sheath, two thick, furry orbs hanging below begging for release as he stood in front of the boy and roughly gripped his long, dark gray hair as he looked into the boys wet, dark green eyes. “Now my real fun can begin.” he said as Terry finished getting dressed and ran out the door. The last thing the young mouse heard over the intense rainfall was a deep, guttural choking gag and a sickening wet splatter against the concrete floor that echoed through his soul and made his stomach churn as he ran as fast as he could away from the shed and out of the woods through the park.