Somewhere on a grand island, far on the great lakes, a hero was emerging.  His sparkling teeth and sharp eye for adventure was known throughout the land, donning his trusty floppy-pointed cap, a hardy metal shield, and of course his legendary weapon of sacred strength.  He sought to right wrongs and help those in need, scrambling up hills and gliding across mountain peaks.
A monster camp had been located near the former ninja village, its inhabitants having now packed up and off to brighter pastures.  Horrible beasts stood watch at the grounds, ghastly lumpen shapes of green and purple with beady black eyes and wretched mouths.  But they were no match for the hero, the littlest one who skulked through the grass.
	"I AM YOUR DOOM, FOUL FIENDS!"
With a powerful crack he folded the first beast like cardboard.  Shockingly it actually looked like cardboard, and smelt like it, and even tasted like it but no one had really tried to because that would be weird and unsanitary.  The beasts stood in shock with painted snarls at their opponent, doing their best to scare him but finding no quarter from the knight.
A sword shaped suspiciously like a stick cleaved through another beast, a grating sound filling the hero's ears when he ripped the papery skin.  He turned fast with a cleaving slash to crumple another, then stabbed behind himself to punch through yet another cardboard-like fiend.  It was a hard task for the brave warrior, but somehow, through arduous strength and a lot of sugar from this bag of marshmallows his sister bought him, he had defeated the villainous camp.
	"YESSSS, I DID IT!  That's six more monsters dow-uhhh, wait...wait, no, seven?  Hold on, awww I shoulda counted before I chopped 'em up!  WHATEVER, SIX AND/OR SEVEN DEFEATED, DEH-NEH-NEH-NEHHHH!"
Standing atop the corrugated hill of corpses, was a young alligator with crested soft head-fins beneath his hat, a brown pair of cloth shorts, a fanny pack on his hip, a pot lid for a shield, and a stick for a sword.  His glossy emerald skin shone in the light between the trees, a rustling autumn breeze where gold and bronze leaves dappled on his head.
	"Hoo!" he leaned on his sword-stick.  "Monsters are getting sneakier, hiding in better places...but not sneaky enough for ME!"
	"Heh, is that a fact?"
	"BWAH!" he spun round with weapon at the ready.  "Who's there?!"
	"Just a wandering uhhh...barbarian, heh."
A much larger gator appeared from between the trees, a black tank top and shorts barely covering his robust pale-green skin.  He crossed his arms of rippling thick muscle, as a wide grin crossed his snout when the boy waddled up with gleaming eyes.
	"Hallo, nice to meet you Barber Rian!"
	"That's...not my name."
	"But, you just said it was!"
	"I meant barbarian, you don't know what that is?"
	"Nope, what's that?!" the little gator swung his arms.  "Is that someone who gives monsters haircuts?!"
	"Noooo." the stranger shook his head.  "It's a job class, like a hero, or a knight, which I thought you were."
	"I'm a hero, I'm a super duper heroson, ya need a hero mister?!"
	"I suuuure do.  Deep in the woods there's a boss waiting for a big hero to take 'em down, they were the ones commanding all these monsters."
	"Wait, really?!" the child stiffened up and turned towards the forest.  "There's a BOSS in there?!  I never fought a boss before!"
	"Yeah, he's big, he's mean and he's scary.  Everyone's afraid of him."
	"Not me!  I'm the Li'l Gator, I'll beat him u-wait is this a real person?!  I don't beat up real people, that's not fun if people get hurt."
	"I thought you were a hero," the stranger tutted.
	"Uh...yeah, but I beat up these," he pointed at the cardboard cutouts, "they're not real, it's okay to beat 'em up."
	"Right, right, well don't worry, this guy likes it rough, he's pretty tanky and takes a lot of hits, he'll enjoy it, trust me!"
	"Mmmmmm...okays!" the little one waved his stick.  "I'll beat up the boss, do I win anything for it?!"
	"Oh yeah," the adult winked, "you'll get a big reward, that makes you feel like a BIG  boy."
	"YES, good, okay I goes now, bye!"
The bold Li'l Gator scooped up the cardboard pieces, before wandering off into the darkened woods, somewhere past the giant tree / meeting area, and up a hillock to an overgrown section of the isle.  The mountains cast shadows high above it, and the trees had grown so tightly together in recent times, that it made a perfect spooky location for daring heroes.
The afternoon was starting to fade, as dusk crept from the horizon when the sun threatened to bob down ever closer to the twilight.  The shadows grew larger across the woods, every branch becoming fingers that crept over Li'l Gator' back.  The little gator however feared no one, knowing the place like thie back of his hand as he crept round the roots and jabbed at the dark.
	"Wonder what barber-rians do for a job?  OH, maybe they got a big giant scissors and wanna chop people's hair off to make dastardly wigs!  Illegal wigs...hoo, good thing I've got no hair, I should be safe!"
Once he reached the darkest part of the forest, the very centre of the glade, he swung out his sword-stick in a wide circle to keep himself alert.  The hero Li'l Gator put up his shield and walked more careful, slowly, trying not to break the small twigs underfoot.  Then he saw it, a large terrible shadow that moved between the trees.
	"AH, I SEE YOU VILLAIN!  Now face your doom!"
	"Heheh...so you've come, little hero."  The barbarian swaggered forth with large fists.  "I heard some punk was beating up my minions, hope you're ready for a challenge."
	"YES, I'll make sure you never terrorise these woods again you-wait, wait, OH it's you mister!"
Stepping into the light was the same larger gator from before, still in his shorts and tank top.
	"Ready for your trial?"
	"Why did you bring me up here?!" the boy raised his arms.  "We could have had our fight down there!"
	"Well you know, for the atmosphere," the big guy shrugged, "can't just fight a barbarian out in the open, they like to sneak around in the woods."
	"So where's your barbarian stuff?!  Dontcha have a weapon, or armour?!"
	"Kid, this is what I got, I didn't have time to make things up on the fly."
	"I got time!  If you wanna play, you gotta look the part, I could make you something!"
	"Really?" the stranger palmed his snout.  "Seems a lotta hassle."
	"Nah it's fun to make things!" the little gator wagged his tail.  "What's a barbarian wear?!"
	"Can't we just do our thing and fight?"
	"Nooooo you gotta wear the right clothes or we can't do the game!"
	"Alright, alright!" the grown-up put up his hands.  "I don't need a weapon, I got fists for that-"
	"That's not fun!" the boy frowned.  "You shouldn't punch people, that's mean!"
	"Well what else am I gonna do, come on work with me here!"
	"Mmmmm...OH, okay, you're big and tough, you need a big and tough weapon!  What if you had a great big club, full of nasty teeth in it!?"
	"Hah...and you want to make it for me?"
	"Well yeah, you want to play the game, dontcha?" the boy hopped on his feet.  "I make you some armour and a weapon, then I'll play!"
	"Well...long as you don't run off," the adult winked, then patted the child.  "Alright, make me some bracers, like leather straps round the arms and legs, a loincloth, and...one of those half-armour things that go over one side of your chest, I don't know what that is-"
	"I DO!" Li'l Gator squeaked.  "I know what that is, I'll make 'em for ya right nows!"
He scarpered round the woods but always kept in sight of the adult, finding pieces of bark and old vines before sitting down to craft some barbarian goods.  The grown-up was surprised at the boy's ingenuity, who bent hollow fragments of bark and stuffed the inside with soft cardboard, to then glue two halves together for arm bracers.
The vines he smoothed out to be thin as paper for bindings, as well as using a ragged piece of cloth he also carried amongst his list of ingredients.  Lastly, he found a chunk of wood and filed it down to resemble a weighted club, which he then glued on white cardboard bits to mimic teethy spikes.   In the space of 10 minutes, Li'l Gator had constructed a basic barbarian set, offering it to the big gator.
	"Here ya go!"
	"Wha-...huh," the adult grinned, "damn kid, you're really good at this."
	"Thanks, you like it mister?!"
	"I do actually," he took off his shirt, "this is kinda impressive, lemme just change."
Stripping himself down, he let Li'l Gator get a good look at his full naked body.  A hefty pair of balls swung between his legs, as well as a half-hard thickening shaft the size of the boy's torso, which made the little hero blush as he turned away.  As he slipped on the bracers, the half-torso guard and loincloth, he felt like a true villain, a terrible fiend of cruel intentions as he picked up his club.
	"How's that?" the new monster grinned.  "This good for you now?"
	"YESSSS YEAH you look like a real bad guy!" the boy waggled his hands in the air.  "Okay, now we fight!"
	"Damn right we will," the adult licked his lips, "you'll regret crossing paths with Dennis the Barbarian."
	"BEGONE foul fiend!" the small croc drew his weapon.  "My name is Li'l Gator the Hero, and I won't let evil win in this land!"
The child rushed him with a daring slash, waggling his sword-stick in a dozen ways to bop at Dennis' legs, or make several glancing cuts on his tummy which he had to reach up to hit.  At crotch height to the male, he was disadvantaged except for speed, dodging from the lumbering swing of a playful adult.
Again the boy would whack at the grown-up's legs, doing hardly anything to hurt him, but he exaggerated his pain with staggering feet and muted roars to coax him in false security.  Li'l Gator made a jumping leap from a rock, pretending to do a critical hit before landing and doing a softer blow to the adult's tail, smacking along the bumps like a xylophone before Dennis turned with a forceful growl.
	"Little BRAT, your end is nigh!"
He smashed his club down a little too hard, but the boy dodged it in time to make another attack.  He dove between the adult's legs and clambered onto the tail, whacking him in the back to be slightly annoying with a stinging scratch to his spine.  Dennis shook him off with a sweep of the tail, before slapping it down to trap the child underneath and knock the wind from his sails.  Suddenly he turned much faster than expected, and grabbed the kid's throat to pin him.
	"GHRRRKH, N-NO, I WON'T LOSE!"
	"Game over, little runt.  Now it's time for your reward."
	"N-NAH, NO, I STILL GOT TWO HEARTS LEFT!"
	"Not for long you will."
Putting his club to one side, the adult grabbed the boy's shield and tossed it aside, before ripping the stick from his hand.  He went on his knees and pulled Li'l Gator up to do the same, pressing his head close to the rising chub beneath the loincloth.
	"Now here comes my favourite part," he chuckled, "the hero serving the villain."
	"Wha-wait!" the boy cringed.  "Why's your thingy look like that!?"
	"Because I'm hard, and when I get hard, I need a little boy to start pleasing it."
	"Uhhh...that sounds like a you problem, mister-EEEH!"
	"Stop fucking talking, and start sucking you little bitch."
	"OHH!" Li'l Gator's mouth opened with shock.  "You said a swear, don't say those, those are bad!"
	"They sure are...cuz I'm a bad, bad barbarian...who's going to beat your fucking skull if you don't do what he says."
The sudden dip of Dennis' voice put the fear in the young hero, a monstrous sound he had never known an adult do in his life.  With the little sword-stick, the grown-up lifted his loincloth to reveal his fully-erect meat, a pulsing terrible shaft that ached for the touch of children.
The little gator whimpered, trying to resist but the villain's hand was too strong, clawing the back of his scalp with an awful creak before he shoved the boy's snout against his glans.  Li'l Gator reluctantly licked it, finding the taste to be bland yet salty, not unpleasant but definitely not agreeable to him.
	"This taste icky," he mumbled, "like licking cardboard, and nobody licks cardboard, that's weird."
	"Would you like to be drinking through a straw the rest of your life?" Dennis snarled.  "Because that's what'll happen when I break your fucking jaw, now shut up and suck me."
	"I don't like this game anymore!  L-lemme go, I'm calling my sis-A-AAANNGH!"
He shoved his fingers into the boy's mouth and jerked his mouth open, almost wrenching the jaw down to a painful tug that made Li'l Gator's eyes water.
	"The more you struggle, the worse it fucking gets.  Now.  Stop.  Stalling."
The tightening grip on his mouth was terrifying, making Li'l Gator think this burly thug could really rip his entire jaw clean.  He stopped fighting, letting Dennis release his snout before the child began to suck on the hefty dick.  The first few slurps of his tongue made the taste go away, a numbing flavour that he did his best to ignore.
Dennis groaned with a gentle stroke of the head, sighing in bliss at the tight young throat, so fresh and succulent, so clumsy and wet.  Of course he preferred them younger, but seeing this little ragtag wander around on his own was a chance he couldn't pass up.
	"That's a good bitch," he shuddered, "mmmmph...ohhh yeah, you're a good little hero arentcha?  Bet you can suck more."
	"M-mmmhhh, nnnnnrrgh, glrrrk!"
	"Don't stop now...get me nice and wet for my favourite bit.  God you're a sexy thing, walking everywhere in those pants, who wouldn't wanna rape you."
The pedophile kept his grip on Li'l Gator's frills, pumping his shaft into the boy's throat just enough to feel him choke.  It was a sound he always relished, wanting to test the child's gag reflex with a firm shove that made him cough, a fluttering in the neck that clenched down on his member.  Sometimes he let it sit there, deep enough to block the airways, just to feel the boy squirm and struggle with the impending suffocation.
He smiled down at Li'l Gator, seeing those wide tearful eyes and tensing black pupils, a whimpering choke and a gurgling rasp forming with panic.  His hands tried to push Dennis away, small and fretful, but too weak to do anything but let the grown-up do as he pleased with his body.  His vision turned foggy, as he started to scream in desperation, the vibrations of which only made the pedo turn harder.
Every shriek of fear fed strength to his penis, an extra throb from the child's suffering as he waited to see how long his lungs would last.  He had gotten good at measuring children's limits, and when it was most fun to breach them.  This boy was strong, more capable than most, so Dennis managed to push 2/3rds of his sceptre into the stretching gullet.  The smallest scream rippled to his balls, now pressing on the boy's chest.
	"MMmmmmph...holy fuck you're good."
He pulled out at last to leave Li'l Gator coughing, a gasping retch of air dryly heaved back into his quivering lungs.  The child hacked a few more times as the dick hovered above him, now dripping a soft white that daubed on his snout.
	"I...I-i-i wanna go home," he whispered.
	"You will," Dennis stroked him, "just after my cock gets empty."
Grabbing the boy with both hands, he pulled him up to his girthy belly and spread his legs to sit comfortably.  He then tore off the kid's shorts to expose little cock, a tiny adorable swampy-green worm above a pair of balls not yet developed.  The fanny pack he tossed aside, where cardboard confetti and a smart phone spilled out, whilst Dennis wrapped the shorts round Li'l Gator's muzzle.
	"Hey, look at that!  I can craft things too!"
	"M-mmmmhh, mmmmmh!" the hero whimpered.
	"Now I can keep my toy nice and quiet," he grabbed Li'l Gator's legs, "cuz this is gonna be your greatest trial, and we don't want anyone else interfering."
Despite the boy's protests as he fidgeted with reaching arms, he could do nothing but watch the pedophile's lance inch nearer to his butt.  He was confused but scared, wondering what, how and why this barbarian wanted to harm him, wanted him to do these things so focused on his boy-parts.
Li'l Gator flapped his tiny tail around on Dennis' belly, panting with frustration as his legs remained tight in the grown-up's grip.  The cock soon pressed against his pucker, that sweet virgin ring soon kissed by the glans, now lubricated with fresh young spit.  The pervert braced himself, as did his victim, when he shoved through the boy's hole and began to stretch him wide.
Were it not for the gag wrapped round his muzzle, his anguished scream would have sent crows flying out of the trees.  Tears streaked down his little face, daubing his scales wet as he writhed against the invading spear, the most powerful weapon he had never wanted to face that soon ripped his ass open.
	"OHHHH!  Ffffuuuuuck yes," Dennis shuddered, "ohhh you are just as tight as I thought you'd be, Li'l Gator."
Said gator was stuttering with sobs, his chest hiccuping with pain as he felt the slow tearing of his anal folds, forced apart by the rapist.  Precum squirted through into his depths, but blood soon trickled out to lube his oppressor, a red little stream that slightly pooled on Dennis' orbs.  Li'l Gator shuddered from the new level of pain, as the cock burrowed deeper and deeper, twisting his walls wider and soon pushing his guts out of position.
It was an odd yet terrifying sensation, the truest agony of his insides being rearranged in savage fashion.  The child-molester chuckled with a rumbling groan, a deep vibration in his chest that shook through the former hero, his whimpering tears growing louder as the shaft stabbed him deeper.
Struggling to see through his pain, Li'l Gator looked down to find not only was he soon impaled on it fully, but his belly had bulged to a strangely-thicker size.  He thought it was over, that this horrible game was done at last from just taking the whole harpoon in his body.  Then he felt the adult pull him up, and slowly push him back down.
	"I don't even want to know how old you are," he shuddered as he began his rhythm, "kids like you are real special...perfect little things, could be anywhere from five to ten and you'd just as rapeable either way."
His trembling laugh haunted the boy, as each thrust stabbed somehow deeper inside him, and caused another small tributary of crimson to ripple down his rapist's sack.  Dennis panted with husky breath, pumping his cock with the child's body and causing the bulge to darken in Li'l Gator's belly.  Each thrust towards his lust would damage him a little further, a terrible time to learn just how tragically durable the wee lad was.
The hero held on, his hands behind his back to try and balance himself better for fear of falling off to cause worse harm.  His clawed little feet sat on the adult's thighs, bouncing with each slam Dennis made, as his balls whacked his tender infant rump.
	"F-fuck," he gasped, "not...gonna last, ha-haaah...get ready li'l hero, here comes that big reward you been asking for."
His response was only tears, the boy's snout gritted to take the pain as best he could, wishing with all his heart that it would be over soon.  His wish soon came true, as Dennis picked up the pace with deafening smacks of his scaled thighs, bouncing the boy faster in his lap, with sawing motions of his meat.
A furious growl welled up in his throat, as he suppressed his roar of bliss when he flooded the child's innards.  Cum spurted like a geyser through Li'l Gator's body, a thick, swelling volume that gorged his belly to a thicker bloat, and filled him with a liquid heat.  A ghastly, unwelcome heat, that infected his body and surged up his bowels, swam through his stomach, and with a coughing squeak, soon dribbled from his captive snout.
The first taste of cum he ever had was so much worse than tasting the cock, a powerful salt that he was forced to swallow back, despite it drooling between his fangs and even spurting from his nostrils.  He thought he would suffocate again, grabbing for the muzzle-gag to try and pull it off, but Dennis gripped his arms with a cruel snarling.
	"Wait until I'm done."  He ordered his victim.  "You'll get to breathe when I'm finished, you fuckstatin."
His body trembled as he was forced to breathe through the jizz, that pumped his gut thick and drizzled out on the rapist cock.  A few more thrusts would soon empty his bollocks, as the pedo sighed with relief and laid his head back slightly.
	"Haaaah...damn, that felt good...how was it for you?"
He looked at the boy still struggling to swallow the cum, a trembling shiver of his head with a growing wheeze of desperation.
	"Guess you gotta deal with that," the adult placed one hand on the shield and raised the sword-stick with another, "but hey, your quest is now complete."
A filthy chuckle came from Dennis as he waited until he stopped throbbing, before pulling Li'l Gator off his dick with a hefty shlorp and a deafening pop.  The child crumpled between his legs to give a view of his bleeding gaped hole, a line of cum drooling from it to the rapist's tool that was briefly admired.
Dennis stood up without another word, and put back on his regular clothes whilst taking the newly-made barbarian digs.  The small croc was left abandoned in the growing dusk, sobbing with fear as he pulled off his gag, curled up in a foetal position, and waited for the bloody cum to stop running from his rear.  It was only then that he crawled for his phone, and with trembling fingers, texted a message for help from his big sis.  But no one ever saw that barbarian again.