This story contains cheating, rough gay oral cub rape, gagging, asphyxiation, oral knotting, loss of consciousness and bed wetting. It is very dark and mean spirited. If you do not like or cannot handle 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.

Gay, cub/adult, oral rape, gagging, asphyxiation, oral knotting, bed wetting, loss of consciousness, cheating

Daddy

I don't like mommy's new boyfriend. Ever since daddy left, mom's been coming home with new men every few weeks. Most of them were nice. They always tried to get along with me and they'd bring me gifts and stuff like that, but mommy always stopped bringing them home after a while and then a new one came a few days later. 
She brought Derek home 3 or 4 months ago, and he always looked scary to me. He's real tall, his head reaches the top of the doorway so he always has to crouch a little to get inside. He's always dressed real fancy like those businessmen in the movies with a suit and tie, but he smells like the awful stinky stuff the homeless guy that sleeps outside mommy's wine store smokes. I always have to hold my breath walking by that guy when she takes me in to buy a new bottle, but she always buys me some juice and a bag of candy when we go so it's not so bad. Sometimes she lets me get the real big bag of gummy worms that lasts me a few days. Those are my favorite, especially the sour ones. They make my mouth pucker but they taste so good. I'm only supposed to eat a small handful, but sometimes I can't help myself and eat a few extra, but then I feel bad because mommy told me I'm not supposed to have that many in a day. 
Derek caught me eating more gummies than I was supposed to a week ago and gave me a real scary look. He's some kind of fox I think, but he's got real bright white fur except the tip of his tail and his ears. I never seen a fox like him before. Anyway the way he looked at me made my heart race a lot, like when I tried to sneak out of my room to watch the scary movie mommy and him were watching one night. I didn't like that movie, it was real bloody and it made my stomach hurt real bad, like things were swimming around in there and wanted to come out. I snuck back to bed but it was hard to sleep with my stomach feeling like that. 
I still get dreams about it sometimes and wake up sweaty. It made me pee the bed once but that hasn't happened in a few weeks. Derek helped me clean my sheets because mommy was busy, and that was nice but he still scares me. I don't really know why he always scared me but something about just how big he is and the way he looks at me sometimes makes my tummy feel weird and my heart race. I like his voice, though. He sounds nice. He has a soft voice that would be real calming if it wasn't his. 
I feel bad for thinking bad things about him because he's been real nice to me for the most part. He even bought me my favorite pajamas for my 8th birthday last month, but he told me I had to wear them every time he came over or I'd get in trouble and also not to tell mommy he told me anything. That was weird and the way he whispered it in my ear made my fur stand up but they're real comfy and soft and they have Bluey on them, so I don't mind making sure they're on before he gets here. He looks at me funny when I wear them, and it makes me uncomfortable but I can't really explain why. He gets a look in his eyes like the dog when I'm holding his toy, like he wants to pounce. His eyes are scary, too. They're a real pretty red, but he always looks like he's looking through me instead of looking at me. I didn't know you could even have red eyes! It looks kind of cool with all the white fur but still scary. 
He's been hugging and touching me a lot lately. When mommy's other boyfriends would hug me it felt nice and warm, but when Derek does it it makes me feel strange. Like he's cold, almost. But he's not? I don't know if that makes sense but it makes me shiver and I don't like it. Hugs, holding my hand to go places, sometimes he tells me to sit on his lap when we watch movies because the couch only has 2 seats and he doesn't want me to bug mommy, but it's not too comfy. He's always got something in his pocket that pokes my butt and feels weird, but I'm always too scared to ask him to move it for me. Mommy always seems real happy when he's here. I never said anything about him to her because I don't want to make her sad, but I wish she'd bring someone else home already. Nobody else ever stayed this long, but nobody else ever made me feel bad like Derek. 
The rabbit she brought home last time was my favorite. He was really nice and friendly, and he made mommy laugh a lot but I guess she didn't like him too much in the end because Derek came over a week later and she's never seemed happier than she is with him. I hear her screaming a lot at night, but I don't think she's in pain. She's always laughing after she's done screaming and she says a lot of bad words, but she's always so happy at breakfast in the morning. 
Derek is almost never here in the morning, but she always makes him a special omelette with peppers and a big cup of coffee when he is. She likes to hug him from behind and kiss him on the neck after she gives him his food but he always looks at me with a weird smile when she does it that makes my stomach feel gross.
I hear mommy yelling those bad words now. She usually only talks like that when she's angry but I never seen her mad at Derek before. She looks at him nicer than she ever looked at daddy. I like that mommy's happy, though, even if I don't like Derek. I love mommy. She does a lot for me, even if it stresses her out. I wish I could do something to help. Maybe some day when I grow up I can be like Derek and make mommy happy and buy her nice things to pay her back. She's done yelling now so I think Derek’s going to come tuck me in and say goodnight like he usually does. Goodnight, new friend.
Dexter closed his journal and set it down in the open drawer of the old wooden nightstand next to his bed before closing it gently and sighing to himself. He didn't want Derek to tuck him in again. The little gray squirrel felt his heart start to race when he heard his mothers bedroom door creak open and then close gently, the sound of Derek's footsteps echoing in his ears like the beats of a drum as he got closer and closer to the boy's door. 
It was a cold night, so Dexter had his window closed and his fan turned off when he got into bed. He always struggled to sleep without the noise from his fan distracting him from the deafening silence of his house at night. Thoughts of monsters under the bed or in the closet always crept in when it was this quiet. When every creak and groan was amplified from just a random sound to a terrifying figure in his head. When the sound of the wind rushing by outside sounded like a breath in his ear as he tried to sleep. If only he'd known to worry less about the monsters in the places he imagined and to worry more about the one outside his door now.
Dexter quickly clicked off his lamp and wrapped himself snugly in his blanket before laying down on his side and pretending to be asleep. A soft knock at his door made his ears twitch. He fought against himself not to answer on instinct, instead curling up into himself even tighter and squeezing his eyes shut as he heard his door slowly creek open. “Oh, asleep already, little guy?” Derek whispered softly as he closed the door and slowly, gently walked into the room. Every step made the child's ears twitch, something Derek noticed that made him smile darkly.
Derek crept up next to Dexter's face before crouching down in front of him and placing a large hand on the boy's cheek. “I know you're awake, Dexter. I see your ears twitching, and you're squeezing your eyes shut too tight to be convincing. Daddy's here now, baby. Open your eyes.” he said, the stench of cigarettes and the wine from dinner heavy on his breath and burning the young squirrel's nostrils. 
Dexter hated when Derek called himself daddy. Ever since Dexter's birthday when he gave the boy his favorite pajamas, he insisted he was Dexter's daddy now. “Here, Dex. Daddy got you a present.” he said, handing the boy a gift wrapped box with a dark smile on his face that made the little squirrel feel cold inside. That memory replayed in Dexter's head every time he heard that word leave the man's mouth. 
“Y-you're not my daddy, Derek. Daddy left,” Dexter said sadly, making Derek laugh softly. “Haha, that's right, Dexter. Your daddy left. Left you and your mommy all alone.” he said, softly stroking the boy's cheek with his thumb. Dexter hated that, too. All the unwelcome touching made him feel sick to his stomach. Dexter squeezed his eyes shut even tighter as he felt that unwelcome digit rubbing across his face.
Derek smirked at the boy's visible discomfort and chuckled to himself quietly. “Do you know why your daddy left, Dexter?” he asked as he leaned in closer to the boy's face. “H-he said it was because him and mommy had a big fight and they weren't happy anymore,” he responded, his heart racing as he felt Derek's breath on his face, his nostrils burning at the stench. 
Derek's smirk turned into a wide toothy grin when he heard the boy's response. “Oh, sure, that's part of it. But really he left because of you. He couldn't stand to be around you anymore. You were such a bad boy, you forced him to run away and leave you all alone with mommy.” Dexter let out a high pitched whine at Derek's words, tears welling in his eyes as he began to open them.
Dexter jumped in fear when his eyes opened, not expecting to see the fox's face so close to his own. “N-no! You're lying! D-daddy loves me. H-he said so himself when he left! He c-cried and said he loves me and he's sorry he has to leave...H-he always called me a good boy. He wouldn't lie to me…” Dexter shouted at the smiling man in front of him, wincing as he felt the hand on his face start to squeeze a little.
Derek moved his hand to the back of Dexter's head and squeezed tighter, claws lightly pricking at the sides of the small child's skull. “Daddy lied, Dexter. You're a bad boy. You've always been such a bad, naughty boy, haven't you? Eating more sweets than you're supposed to, lying about making messes, making mommy feed you and do your laundry. You were so bad that your real daddy couldn't stand to be around you anymore,” Derek said with a dark, toothy grin that chilled Dexter to his core even in the darkness of his room. “But don't worry, Dexter. I'm your daddy now. I'm going to teach you how to be a good boy, just like your real daddy should have done, and I'm not going anywhere any time soon.” 
Dexter was frozen in fear at Derek's words, the wetness he felt welling up in his eyes quickly dripping down his face as he began to sob and blame himself for his parent's failed marriage. He struggled to believe it, but Derek was always so nice despite how he made the boy feel. Why would he lie? He never seemed to lie before. These thoughts swam through the boy's young, malleable mind as Derek’s face drew closer and closer to his own, the boy too lost in his own head to care about the stink of his rancid, smokey breath as he sobbed and trembled.
Dexter whined again, even harder than before as Derek's lips made contact with his face, placing a kiss on the boy's forehead. “We're going to have fun tonight, Dexter. You're going to learn so many new things about what good boys do for their daddies, whether you want to or not,” he said, lowering his mouth to kiss Dexter's cheek before giving him a gentle lick that made the boy physically cringe.
Dexter was terrified. Derek's soft, calming voice contrasting against the harsh tone of the words he spoke added an extra layer of confusing fear in the young rodent's mind as every neuron in his brain fired and told him to run. He had no control of his body as he whimpered and cried, too afraid to force his body to move as he felt Derek's clawed finger tips slowly digging into his head as he watched the boy sob.
Derek smiled at the visible struggle on the child's face, leaning in to his ear and whispering “You're all mine, now,” before moving his face back down to kiss him on the lips. Dexter squeezed his eyes shut tight as his body trembled even harder from the unwanted contact. Derek laughed at the state of the boy before him as he kissed more roughly, his slimy, alcohol soaked tongue swiping at the boy's lips and trying to fight itself inside of Dexter's mouth while the boy held it shut as tightly as he could.
Derek growled, patience growing thin as his amusement at the young squirrel's heavy resistance wore off. He wrapped his free hand around the boy's face and squeezed his cheeks hard. Dexter had no choice but to open his mouth to relieve the painful pressure, sobbing and trying not to gag at Derek's flavor as the man's tongue squirmed its way inside the young boy's mouth. 
Derek licked around inside Dexter's mouth, moaning to himself as he savored the taste of the fearful child he'd been patiently waiting to assault for months. Dexter gagged as he felt Derek's tongue crawl far back into his mouth, almost licking at the back of his throat and smiling at the boy's reaction. His cock throbbed in his pants from the sound as he licked more and more making the boy choke and sputter before pulling away, a thick, sticky strand of saliva connecting their mouths still as Derek laughed. 
“Good boys don't fight so much, Dexter. Good boy's let daddies do whatever they want and don't question it. You're a very bad little boy, but don't worry. I'm going to teach you how to behave. I can taste the candy in your mouth. Mommy won't be happy about that, but I'll make sure she knows I gave you your punishment already.”
Dexter's blood turned to ice in his veins as the anger in Derek's soft voice shone through clear as day. “Maybe I am bad. I made daddy leave because I was naughty. He left because he didn't love me anymore. I didn't deserve him,” Dexter thought as his mind swam with confused, fearful sadness. He didn't understand what he did wrong, but he certainly believed now that he was the problem.
Dexter gasped as Derek yanked his blanket away, the young squirrel struggling to hold onto his last shred of safety and comfort amid the ocean of fear and danger he felt. His claws dug into the cloth as Derek yanked harder and harder, the boy refusing to let go until a large, angry open hand swung against his face, the loud slap ringing in the boy's ears as his cheek stung severely from the impact. His eyes widened in shock as he let go of the blanket to reach for his face as he hissed and whimpered in pain. 
Derek threw the blanket onto the floor and climbed into the bed on top of Dexter, forcing the boy onto his back and pinning him down by sitting on his legs making him cry in discomfort. Dexter whined as he felt a large hand touching his face again, wincing as if expecting another impact as he held his eyes shut and cried. Derek smiled darkly at the state of the boy as he reached his other hand up to touch his covered stomach, rubbing around lightly and moaning to himself.
Dexter couldn't help but open his eyes to see what Derek was doing as the man began to speak. “Do you know why I bought you these, Dexter?” Dexter shook his head. “They're the ones my daughter wears. They're her absolute favorite. Every night I come home and she's wearing these and she's just so precious. I can't help but want to do things to her, but I love her too much. But you? You remind me so much of her, I can't wait to teach you all the things I wish I could do to her,” he said, leaning down to lick the boy's face again, savoring the salty taste of the tears soaked into his fur.
Derek's head swam with an aroused anger, feeling a sense of power he'd never felt before. He looked down at the crying, trembling child below him and he couldn't help but smile and laugh, his cock throbbing hard in his pants as he strained against the tight cloth covering him. He leaned in to kiss him on the mouth once again, moaning as he savored the taste while Dexter gagged before he pulled back again and felt the boy up roughly.
Dexter was powerless to do anything but sit there and cry as he wondered why this was happening to him. He didn't think eating some extra candy or spilling some juice was enough to justify what was going on, but his young mind was too undeveloped to know any better than what Derek told him. He took the man's words to heart and told himself he'd get better. He wouldn't have to feel like this, go through this again if he just learned and behaved, right?
“Derek p-please, stop. I d-don't like this,” Dexter shakily stuttered out between sobs. Derek roughly pulled the boys shirt up and rubbed his stomach directly, the feeling of the mains hand on him making him nauseous as his stomach swam around uncomfortably under his touch. “I'm daddy now, Dexter. If you were a good boy you'd be calling me that by now,” he snapped, making the young squirrel flinch.
Derek admired the soft, bright white fur on Dexter's stomach as he molested the boy, his eyes darting between the child's face and torso as he pushed his shirt up higher and higher to feel him up. Dexter groaned and cried, his vision pulsing dark around the edges from fear as he began to panic, unable to get away as he began trying to squirm and struggle away from the monstrous man towering over him and pinning his legs down. “Derek! Please! I don't like this! I-I'll be a good boy from now on, I promise! P-please, just leave me alone! I'm scared!” Dexter yelled as tears streamed down his face faster and faster.
Derek laughed at the wriggling, screaming squirrel under him and crawled off of him, standing next to the bed. Dexter felt the pressure ease off of his legs and took his opportunity to attempt to run, quickly rolling over and scrambling up onto his hands and knees as he tried to crawl across the bed before he was stopped by a large hand grasping at his long, dark gray hair and yanking him backwards, eliciting a loud yelp. “Good boys don't try to run away from their punishment,” Derek whispered into the boy's ear in a tone that made his fur stand on end.
Derek forced Dexter to turn around and face him, sitting him on the edge of the bed at eye level with his crotch. Dexter saw the bulge in the man's pants and felt his stomach churn again, a new sense of fear and discomfort setting that he couldn't understand. He didn't know what was happening, but it felt bad. It felt gross and wrong, and he wanted no part of it but had no choice but to sit and watch as the towering fox began to drunkenly fiddle with his belt.
Derek smiled darkly down at the squirrel below him as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, relieving the pressure straining against his growing erection. Dexter's eyes widened in shock when Derek's black suit pants fell and crumpled around the man's ankles, his angry, blood red tip poking through the hole in his jet black boxers. The stench of sweat and sex from his activities with the boy's mother just minutes ago along with his natural musk assaulted the young boy's nose, burning far more than the alcohol on his breath as Dexter gasped and his mouth went dry. 
Derek tightened his grip on Dexter's hair as he felt the boy try to turn his head away, forcing him to look at his cock head on as it leaked pre cum and dripped down onto the hardwood floor below. Dexter groaned and tried to hold his breath as he felt Derek yank his head forward into his underwear, his face pushing the cloth back and forcing the rest of his cock through the fly of his boxers as he forced the boy's nose to rest against his sweaty sack. 
Dexter wanted to scream, but he was afraid to open his mouth now as it was squished against Derek's scrotum. He let out muffled cries as he choked on the stench of his musk, Derek laughing as he shoved the boy's nose in even harder into his balls.
Derek threw his head back and moaned softly, his cock throbbing hard as he relished in the feeling of absolute power he had over his girlfriend's child now. “This is what daddies smell like, Dexter. This is a smell that good boy's learn well. Do you like it?” he asked with a dark chuckle as he listened to the boy groan uncomfortably, his little hands reaching up to Derek's thighs in an attempt to push himself away from the hot, musky flesh. 
Derek yanked Dexter's hair back and let him breathe, the young rodent sobbing and crying as he gasped for breath while Derek's stench set into his nose and burned itself into his brain permanently, making sure he would never be allowed to forget it. “Please stop! I don't w-want to do this, please please please! I promise I'll behave! I'll be good, I'll do anything! Pl-” Dexter was cut off as Derek pulled him forward again, this time skewering his mouth onto his aching, throbbing cock.
Dexter choked and gagged hard at the unexpected intrusion into his mouth now resting at the back of his tongue. He felt such an immense sense of fear he'd never known possible. He shook and trembled as tears rushed down his face in a seemingly endless stream as his stomach churned and swam around uncomfortably. He could no longer hear anything besides Derek's heartbeat as the 3 of the man's 7 searing hot inches rhythmically throbbed in the young boy's mouth. 
Derek growled loudly and yanked the boy's head down further, his tip roughly stabbing at the back of Dexter's throat and fighting to sink itself further into his young, unprepared body. Dexter was in a state of pure panic as he retched and gagged, his mouth filled nearly to its limit by the thick, angry flesh threatening his airway. “If I feel your teeth on my cock, I will yank them out one by fucking one, Dexter. You'd better keep that mouth open wide if you want to be able to eat tomorrow!” Derek said sternly as he felt Dexter's mouth struggling to try to close, his teeth gently picking at his angry knotted shaft.
Dexter had never heard Derek talk like this. It made his heart hurt and pound hard in his chest. He felt so weak and small and powerless, so utterly worthless as thoughts of how all of this was his fault for being naughty and misbehaving rushed through his head. He felt hollow and empty as these thoughts swam around his brain until Derek pulled him down harder and the tip of his cock stabbed through his last bit of resistance and penetrated down into his tight young throat. 
Derek groaned loudly as he forced the young child below to deepthroat him, that tight young tunnel rippling and constricting wildly as Dexter gagged violently around his attacker's throbbing flesh. Dexter pushed against Derek's thighs as hard as he could while the fox laughed at his struggle. He ran out of air quickly as Derek held himself deep down into the boy's throat, savoring the sensations on his cock and moaning every time the boy convulsed and coughed around him as he flailed his arms to weakly bash at his legs in an attempt to get away and breathe. 
Derek pulled back out of Dexter's throat to let him breathe, the boy quickly coughing harshly as he attempted to clear his throat and catch his breath, heart pounding hard in his chest as he struggled to fill his lungs while attempting to cough out the pre cum lining his throat. Derek knew he wasn't ready for it when he skewered his throat again, and he relished in the misery he inflicted on the young squirrel. Dexter was in a state of pure panic as Derek stuffed his throat again before he had a chance to take in a full breath, his head throbbing painfully from lack of oxygen as the sharp searing heat of the fox's length stabbed down into his neck while he choked and convulsed. 
Dexter was no longer in control of his own body as sheer terror overtook him, his arms flailing against his attacker's legs hopelessly as he lost control of his bladder, urine quickly soaking through his pajama pants and staining the once clean sheets below while Derek laughed at the pathetic display. Dexter's face began to turn blue as he ran out of air once again, Derek refusing to pull back more than an inch or two at a time while he savored the intense rippling sensation of the boy's throat against his throbbing cock, pressure quickly building at the base of his penis as his knot began to expand and throb along with his heartbeat. 
Dexter's vision began to pulse and darken around the edges as he ran out of air once again until Derek pulled out of his mouth entirely to let him breathe. Derek leaned down to look the boy in the face and smile darkly as he violently coughed and choked trying to clear the thick slimy fluids from his throat, thankful that Derek had allowed him time to actually breathe. “You'll learn to struggle less when I use your mouth real soon, don't worry. You'll miss it when I move on to the real fun parts soon, but tonight it's just me and that tight little throat. I hope you're ready for the best part” he said as he stood up again, his angry, throbbing cock visibly jumping around in the moonlit darkness of the child's room as he gave him a few more seconds to catch his breath.
Derek watched and waited impatiently as Dexter finally cleared his throat, deep, rapid and ragged breaths quickly flooding in and out of his lungs as he regained control of himself until the hand roughly holding his hair began to yank him forward again before plunging back down into his neck. Derek moved painfully slow as he savored breaking in the boy he was forcing himself on, the leaking, pointed tip of his angry red rod slowly dipping back down into the boy's throat and cutting off his air one last time. He moaned loudly as Dexter coughed around him and began to flail again when he started to press his knot against the young rodent's lips, slowly pulling back and pushing in again, building pace with his knot pressing harder and harder against the boy's struggling mouth until it finally popped in. 
Dexter tried to scream, only a violent, choking gurgle escaping his throat as his mouth expanded painfully to its absolute limit around the now fully inflated knot of his mother's lover. Derek laughed as he felt the boys tiny fists rapidly punching at his legs as he tried to get away, unable to move at all even when Derek let go of his hair to get his hopes up. Dexter's struggles did nothing to get himself free, and his rapid pushing and pulling of his stuffed mouth around the man's knot provided the exact stimulation he needed as the pressure built back up around the base of his cock once again. 
Derek moaned loudly as a white hot sensation shot up his cock and splattered itself against the walls of Dexter's throat while he choked and struggled and cried. “Fuuuuuuuck” was all Derek could say as his cock throbbed violently inside of the boy as his orgasm fully overtook him and he began to tremble and shake from the intense rippling heat around his rapidly throbbing length. Dexter's flailing had stopped, his hands how pushing hard against Derek's thighs as he suffocated on his cock and drowned in his vile, bitter seed. 
Derek felt the boy's pushes against his legs begin to weaken as his oxygen ran out, the fox smiling a wide, toothy grin that would have chilled Dexter to his core were he able to see it. Searing hot seed shot from his pulsing penis straight down into the young squirrel's stomach as his head began to throb again, his vision fully darkening as he lost his fight for breath around the over sized ball of angry flesh stretching his mouth open. Derek felt the boy release a violent, wet cough as he began to go limp, a large gush of semen mixed with clear, sticky slime from his throat splattering harshly from Dexter's mouth and nose and soaking into his attacker's boxers and the pristine white fur below, thickly dripping down into the pants crumpled around his ankles.
Derek watched Dexter's eyes roll back, his eyelids fluttering shut and his arms dropping limply at his sides as he lost consciousness from his violent oral assault. The fox smiled and laughed as he began to roughly pull back, hissing uncomfortably as he felt his fully inflated knot make contact with the little squirrel's teeth as he fought to extract himself from his mouth before he could leave any lasting physical damage. He finally yanked himself free, his intense orgasm beginning to taper off but still ejaculating as his throbbing slowed. He aimed his cock at the unconscious child's face as he flopped down onto the piss soaked mattress while his attacker covered his face in cum, shooting a little more just into his mouth to make sure he would still taste the man on his breath when he regained consciousness. 
Derek reached down to pull up his pants as his orgasm ended, quickly pulling his phone from his pocket to take a picture of the sloppy, slime covered mess of a child he'd just viciously raped as he smiled and laughed, posing the boy to look as though he were just sleeping comfortably so as to not raise suspicions with his mother despite the cum crusting into the boy's fur. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and fastened his belt, savoring the wet feeling of his own cum and Dexter's saliva soaking into his fur as a reminder of what he'd just done. “Like mother, like son. Always fast asleep after fun with Derek.” he said with a chuckle as he exited the boy's room and closed the door behind him.
Dexter's mother's eyes slowly fluttered open as the light from the hallway flooded into her room through the crack in her bedroom door. “Mmmh, Derek?” she said groggily, trying to sit up as the fox leaned down over her. “Shh, don't worry baby. Go back to sleep. I tucked Dexter in, he's fast asleep. He's such a good kid. I'm headed home now, sweetheart. I'll see you tomorrow night. Get some rest.” he said softly, gently rubbing her cheek and placing a kiss on her forehead before turning to leave. The woman rested her head back down on her pillow and smiled as she fell back asleep after hearing her door click closed.
Derek’s really mean and scary. He comes in and makes me drink his gross sticky stuff from his thing every night and my throat always hurts real bad. Mommy saw I still had a lot of gummy worms left from 2 weeks ago and asked if there was something wrong with them. I was too scared to tell her I was afraid to eat them anymore because of Derek, so I just told her I don't like them anymore. She gave them to Derek and he ate them all in front of me.
I tried to tell mommy about the things he does and says, but she just got mad at me and wouldn't listen so I gave up trying. She's been getting mad at me a lot because I started wetting the bed every night after Derek started putting his thing in my mouth. She bought a big plastic sheet for my bed that crinkles around a lot and it's uncomfortable to sleep on. I don't like it. 
I miss daddy a lot, but he left because I was bad. I would have put daddy's thing in my mouth if he asked. At least daddy was nice to me. He wouldn't have been mean about it like Derek is. I want to be a good boy but it's so scary. 
Mommy said her and Derek are getting married next month so he really will be my new daddy. I cried a lot when she told me and then she got mad at me and said I should be happy Derek wanted to stay and help take care of me. I don't want Derek to be my daddy but mom is so happy with him. 
Mommy just stopped yelling those bad words again, so Derek’s on his way in now. I'm so scared. I don't want to keep doing this every night. I wish I could have been a good boy for my real dad.
Dexter put his journal into the drawer of his nightstand and closed it before wrapping himself tightly in his blanket and curling into himself for comfort. He whined when he heard the familiar sound of Derek's footsteps heading down the hallway towards him. He felt tears begin to fall from his eyes as his door creaked open and then clicked shut, Derek slowly walking towards him before roughly ripping the blanket straight off of him and onto the floor. “It's time for step 2 of learning what good boys do for their daddies, Dexter.” he said with a dark chuckle as he rolled the crying boy onto his stomach and yanked his pajama pants down.