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[4/25/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] *Garrett arrives in Boston, and Dodger picks him up from the hospital. Later they discuss CBT.
[5/26/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] Coyote contacts Garrett, warns him about Dodger, and offers a few resources if he needs an escape.
[5/28/21 - DAY 2 (4/26)] Garrett and Dodger argue about Dodger refusing to defuse his door bombs. Later, Dodger tries bottoming and Garrett gets a chastity device.
[6/22/21 - DAY 3 (4/27)] Garrett earns his way out of the cock cage with knifeplay. Dodger leaves afterward and comes back bruised and bloody.
- Dodger carves a protection rune into Garrett's chest.
- Dodger bottoms again, featuring post-orgasm torture.
[7/16/21 - DAY 4 (4/28)] *Garrett wakes Dodger up with sex. Dodger is a big bossy brat and proceeds to prematurely ejaculate.
- Dodger tries to answer his phone mid-sex.
- They argue about adopting out the dogs.
- Dodger introduces the demon fleshlight. It spirals into violent, bloody sex.
- They have an after-sex feelings jam, and softer aftercare sex.
[8/3/21 - DAY 17 (5/11)] Garrett blindfolds Dodger and tops him to handle the frustration of being caged.
- Dodger starts up a struggle for dominance halfway through, and wins.
- Afterward, Dodger teases Garrett briefly before they have sex in the shower.
- Garrett safe-words during sex, and they pivot to softer (?) sex in bed, before Dodger locks Garrett in the closet overnight.
[8/4/21 - DAY 15? (5/9)] Garrett meets Marina, and introduces her to Max.
[8/19/21 - DAY 18 (5/12)] Dodger wakes Garrett up with gender-swapped sex, although he really overshot the 'kink' factor of the closet.
- They talk briefly about Garrett's new apartment, and Dodger changes the subject by inviting him on a coffee date.
- Garrett gets restless, and Dodger takes him on an impromptu trip into rural Mass. On the way Garrett heals Dodger's wrist scars.
- Dodger screws Garrett against the hood of a rental car he stole at gunpoint.
[9/2/21 - DAY 20 (5/14)] Garrett and Coyote talk about job-hunting, and Coyote updates him on Marina and Max.
[9/14/21 - DAY 21 (5/15)] Dodger pushes Garrett into gender-swapping, so he can take her out to dinner and be lovey in public.
- Dodger starts fingering Garrett under the table during dinner, and slips in a little of his feeder kink.
- They screw in the car on the way home, and keep going at home. Dodger tries out tail-fucking Garrett.
[10/6/21 - DAY 29 (5/23)] Garrett sees texts from Jason on Dodger's phone, and they argue after both taking truth serum.
- They discuss Garrett's suicide, and Dodger shares his fears about it. They also talk about therapy for Dodger.
- They argue about Dodger's drive to keep Garrett locked away for his own safety. Garrett leaves to move into his new apartment.
- Garrett texts Coyote the next morning to talk about possibly working for Dana's group.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] Garrett meets Dana, they briefly discuss his new job and then go off to spar together.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] *Garrett and Dodger sext to smooth over the rough night before.
- Dodger agrees for Garrett to meet his friends, and talks a bit about them and his role at Atlas.
- Garrett doms Dodger, until Dodger uses his safeword.
- They discuss the sex contract again, and get worked up enough to go back to screwing.
[11/12/21 - DAY 57 (6/20)] Dodger takes Garrett on a plane ride to meet Augustine in New York.
[AUGUSTINE - 1/17/22 - DAY 57 (6/20)] *Dodger and Garrett meet up with Augustine, who feels Garrett up before dismissing her for their business meeting.
- Afterward, Augustine catches them being cute at the hotel bar.
- They meet up with Scotty and Jazzlyn at a fancy Chinese restaurant.
- Dodger has to step out after Scotty and Jazzlyn leave, leaving Garrett alone with Augustine.
- They go back to their hotel room, and have make-up sex with a vibrator involved.
- Garrett heals Dodger's back scars, and they talk about his tattoos. Garrett marks his territory.
[2/1/22 - DAY 58 (6/21)] Dodger and Garrett head home from New York, screw on a plane and then again at home.
[PALO - 2/11/22 - DAY 75-76 (7/8-7/9)] Dodger finally introduces Garrett to his friends, so they can do coke and play Poker.
- Palo corners Garrett to be territorial over Dodger.
- Dodger and friends start betting on who gets to use Garrett's mouth. Palo nearly kills Garrett, twice.
- The next morning, Dodger does his best to make up for the night before, with romance and foreplay.
- Dodger almost immediately ruins it by going fully overboard with 'kink'.
- Garrett gets his revenge by topping Dodger, and afterward they argue about Dodger not being able to admit he fucked up.
[BREAK-UP - 3/24/22 - DAY 83 (7/16)] Dodger takes Garrett out to eat, but gets interrupted by a run-in with Dana.
[3/29/22 - DAY 80 (7/13)] Dodger and Garrett get into an argument over text, after which Dodger gets drunk and rapes him.

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As soon as Dodger moves, Garrett's arm falls back to the bed, too fatigued and strained to hold on. In the moment it hardly matters: in seconds he's distracted by Dodger's cock, gasping at the sudden pressure. There's no time at all, Dodger doesn't give him even a moment to appreciate or get ready for it before moving, the broad head pushing into him, mercilessly stretching his tight hole open. Garrett shudders deeply with a low, keening cry that gets louder as Dodger pushes inside, forcing his body to yield to the thick cock invading him, hard and heavy and just this side of too much.

"Oh, oh god," he shivers, somehow managing to whine low and growling. Before he can say any more Dodger starts moving, fucking Garrett too soon and too quick, well before Garrett was able to adjut to the feeling. It forces a ragged cry that's pure ecstasy as he gasps for breath. Once he does get used to the feeling, Garrett lets out a sigh of... relief. Sheer, surprising relief at finally getting full after being empty for so long. It feels right, that particular satisfaction that comes with fulfilling one's purpose, and in that moment all he can think about is how much he wants to wrap his arms around Dodger and kiss him deeply. He's just too weak- but even the helplessness is a thrill on its own.

Garrett falls back in a state of overwhelmed ecstacy, and Dodger can't help but chuckle between his panting breaths. He tries his best to pace himself, just enough that he doesn't pass the point where the pain stops being pleasurable. Still, when he finally bottoms out his mind is wiped completely blank. His hands start to shake, and he grips them harshly into Garrett's hips to steady them.

There's a moment of peace, the eye of the storm, where Dodger gives them both a moment to get used to it. To the girth of Dodger's cock, and the tight heat of Garrett's body.

Then Dodger sits up a bit, pulling Garrett's hips up to hold him in the air while he slams into him. He sets a punishing pace, hard and fast until neither of them have room to think of anything but the sweet euphoria of their bodies melding together.

Dodger pushes into him fast enough to hurt a little, adding a whining note to his restless keening. It's hardly surprising with how fucking tight he is, feeling strained nearly to his limit by the intensity of the pressure inside him. There's a moment of peace for Garrett to get used to it, for his body to try and adjust to being stretched so wide around the huge cock inside him...

Then his world bursts apart. Dodger lifts him up the way most people can't and starts fucking him brutally, hard and fast enough to knock the wind out of him and make him gasp for breath. The feeling is incredible, indescribable, a need he's been without for so long that he stopped realizing he missed it. He'd missed being taken like this by a man strong enough to subdue him and powerful enough to ravage him, and being helpless and weak as he is only makes it more thrilling.

After a moment, Garrett finds his voice again and lets out a helpless, trembling moan that's almost a shout. The fury of and the heat of Dodger's body drives him crazy and fuck, he's always loved how forceful the man could be, no matter the danger or how hard he protests. And it's, fuck, it's so good he can't breathe. He was already close to the edge just from the feeling of Dodger inside him. It takes less than a minute before he arches his back, utterly overwhelmed, and comes hard with a shuddering cry.

Garrett comes and squeezes around him, and Dodger lets out a feral groan at the feeling. Of course he isn't going to stop now - this is just how he wants him, breathless and overwhelmed. He does slow down for a moment, but only to loop his arms under Garrett's legs, forcing them up and apart while he fucks him.

"Fuck..." He grins, licking his lips as his gaze darts over Garrett, "This is such a good look for you."

OF course Dodger doesn't give him a reprieve. Since the man previously said he wanted to fuck Garrett while he was totally spent, Garrett doesn't really expect one- but that doesn't make it any less disorienting when Dodger spreads him wider and pushes his legs up. Garrett's shuddering cries trail off as he tries desperately to catch his breath.

"You like me like this?" he asks uselessly, keening softly at how rough Dodger's being with his oversensitive body. It's so much, so deep, and he feels every inch. "Oh god."

"I love it."

Having everything he's been missing for months suddenly back in his lap is a little overwhelming, and Dodger's orgasm catches him by surprise. But it's still a good minute of hard fucking before it comes. He lets out a shuddering sigh as he fills Garrett up, sitting back and panting while he's still inside the man.

"You look so cute when you're getting tormented." His fingers trail playfully over Garrett's thigh, along the length of his cock until Dodger grasps it lightly and starts stroking him.

Garrett shivers and moans the whole way through, letting out low, helpless sounds under his breath as Dodger pounds into him roughly. There's a sharp gasp at the familiar rush of heat - something he never thought he'd feel again, that stays inside him, low and warm. Fuck, he still feels full, he-

"No wonder you like me so-" A wave of sensation hits him like a lightning bolt, making him gasp raggedly and arch his back before he even knows what it is. It takes him a second to realize it's Dodger's hand stroking his soft, painfully oversensitive cock, overwhelming him so badly he instinctively tries to scramble away from the feeling.

Dodger's other hand immediately grips Garrett's thigh, pulling him back and locking him in place. A moment later he does pull out, but only to lean over the older man, sliding his hands up to grab his wrists and pin them down under one of his hands. The other goes back to his cock, now stroking with slow and purposeful motions.

"Too much for you?" He teases gently, going in for a kiss, "We're not done until I say we're done."

From the instant Dodger grabs his thigh, Garrett's trapped: there's so much strength in that grip that Garrett wouldn't have a chance even at his best. Right now his body is so weak that all he can do is lie there helplessly as Dodger moves him like a ragdoll, pinning his wrists over his head gently. The gentleness of that grip serves as a thrilling reminder of how strong Dodger is, that he doesn't need to try to completely overpower Garrett.

Then he's touching Garrett's cock again, and Garrett jerks violently, gasping and struggling in vain against that rough grip. The kiss is even worse with how Dodger leans down, spreading Garrett's legs even wider with his hips, pairing gentle intimacy with overstimulation that brings tears to Garrett's eyes.

"I can't, I can't," he keens, writhing and trying his hardest to pull his hands free. He can't stop squirming, his body instinctively wanting to escape the torment. "It's too much, please, I can't, it's, fuck."

Dodger really doesn't need to use any force to keep Garrett pinned - it's effortless, like holding down a piece of paper, even as the man struggles and tugs. His hand keeps sliding over Garrett's shaft, picking up pace as he milks him mercilessly.

"I didn't ask if you could."

Dodger doesn't budge, and Garrett slowly begins to settle under him, whining and tossing his head restlessly as shudders rock through him. Enough of his mind returns that he's able to tell himself to go still- but not enough to actually do it. The result is slow struggling, squirming with the shuddering that ripples through him, pulling his wrists weakly as he writhes.

"Ohhhhhh," he keens, hips pitching and feet shifting on the bed with every torturous stroke. "It's too much, too much, I c-" But that won't help, will it? Dodger doesn't care if he can't. Garrett chokes on a soft whine and tries again with a great gasp, breathlessly distracted by how badly he wants to escape. "No no no no no, it's- Dodger, it's too m- stop," he pleads through high-pitched moans. "Dodger, stop, I can't do it, please stop-"

The begging just makes Dodger purr, and there's that fire in his eyes that only comes out when he's making someone bleed. He keeps stroking mercilessly, pressing soft kisses to Garrett's cheeks and neck because he doubts the man will accept one to his lips.

"You sound like heaven." He murmurs, before sinking his fangs into the older man's neck. And he bites down hard, piercing the skin and sucking as if he means to drink his blood.

The tight grip of Dodger's hand is pushing him to the edge of sanity, drawing needy moans of pure agony with every hard, fast stroke. It's so much, it hurts, and his body wants nothing more than to escape the overwhelming torment. For all of Garrett's size and mass, he's helpless as a kitten before Dodger's strength, robbed of his own by injury, reduced to writhing exhaustedly under Dodger's looming form.

"No no no no," he moans helplessly, throat bobbing with rough gasps under Dodger's lips. His cock is starting to fill, slowly hardening against the wishes of both mind and body as Dodger forces it into him. "Oh, oh god- D-Dodger-"

Then he arches his back with a sharp cry as he quivers under a wave of familiar agony he hasn't felt in months. Dodger's fangs sink into his neck in a gesture so brutal and animalistic that Garrett actually cries out as his cock throbs painfully in Dodger's hand. It's so much, too much for anyone to bear, but the intense pain makes the overstimulation more bearable.

"Fuck fuck fuck, that- oh god."

Dodger loosens his jaw only to clamp down harder, moaning into Garrett's skin at the taste of blood on his lips. He can feel Garrett's body starting to give in, his cock hardening in hand. The begging is only making it better, only rewarding him for trying this on him.

He doesn't stop, of course. If anything his strokes get faster, and his hand warms unnaturally to add even more sensations to handle.

Garrett bucks violently only to cry out in pain when his movements pull against the cruel teeth sunk into his neck. Dodger has him pinned down by the throbbing agony in his neck, suffering from the blinding overstimulation assaulting him. It's so much more than he can handle, and he can't seem to stop whining: for mercy, for reprieve, for Dodger to stop, or simply moaning no.

When his heart is racing in his throat, when the sensations have risen around him like floodwaters and flooded his lungs, when he's drowning in torturous heat and pain and pure raw feeling, it hits him. It hits him while choking out helpless pleas of too much so he cuts off in the middle of a wavering I can't. With a strangled moan he goes stiff and shakes, body wracked with shudders as his tortured cock spills over Dodger's hand in small, tortured pulses.

Dodger is still stroking him when his cock erupts, and he releases Garrett's neck to admire the trail of white across his fingers. He stretches his jaw, and licks his lips as he continues his attentions regardless.

"You are so loud." He snorts, stopping and tightening his fingers suddenly around the root like a cock ring. "Maybe you need a gag in your mouth. All the begging is really... dampening the mood."

The way his eyes dart over Garrett's face while he speaks almost feels like a threat. There's a hint of that cold, predatory demeanor that seemed to fade away as they got to know each other in Hell. But when he breaks eye contact, it seems to fade.

"What do you think, should we go for a third round?"

Of course Dodger keeps going, of course- and of course Garrett struggles, gasping as the oversensitivity seems to intensify, pain and searing not-pleasure bursting bright behind his eyes with every stroke.

Then, oh, he chokes on a breath at the grip that squeezes the life out of him and instinctively tugs his wrists against Dodger's hold on him before settling enough to look up. That predatory, dangerous look chills the air around them, but Garrett can't do anything but lie there and quiver before those piercing green eyes, utterfly helpless.

"No," he begs softly, yielding once more to the irresistible need to squirm. "It hurts. At least let me heal and use a stamina spell."

"Garrett..." He chides, almost condescending, "That would ruin the fun."

Dodger runs his tongue over Garrett's weeping neck, flat and eager to taste more of his blood. His grip on the man's cock loosens, but only enough to keep stroking him and using that pitiful cum as lube. Small moans start slipping from his lips, as if he's getting off just from watching Garrett struggle.

"Come for me. One more time."

Some meaningless protest dies on Garrett's lips, twisting into a ragged whine that tears from his throat reluctantly. It's so intense that he can't stand it, he's going to shake apart and he can't seem to keep still, feet shifting on the bed, hips squirming in a weak attempt at a futile escape.

God, it-

"Hurts," he keens, breath hitching sharply at the hand on his soft, sensitive cock. "Dodger, stop, please..."

Dodger lets out something between a growl and a purr, equal parts frustration and arousal, before shutting Garrett up by pressing their lips together. It's sloppy, half-panting and savoring the way their sharp teeth clash. He makes sure he gets the chance to run his tongue over Garrett's fangs.

"We stop when I say we stop." He murmurs it matter-of-factly, heating his hand suddenly before dropping its temperature back, and jacking him a little more insistently. "One more time. Then I'll let you go."

Garrett yields to Dodger's forceful kiss, mouth open for him because what else can he do, helpless as Dodger invades his mouth and runs his tongue over Garrett's fangs, sharp and proud with desperate arousal. Overwhelmed as he is, Garrett can't muster the wherewithal to actually kiss back, just cry out softly against Dodger's lips.

"It's so..."

So what, they'll never find out, for he's whimpering again, choking softly on a breath pulled from his tortured lips.

He moans against Garrett's lips, his hips rolling slightly with sheer enthusiasm as he pulls another pitiful orgasm from him. Finally satisfied he releases Garrett's cock and wrists, only to shift on top of him and capture his lips again. Dodger's tail is wagging like a dog's again, and his cock is hard and twitching against Garrett's stomach.

It takes Dodger longer to bring him off than last time, reluctant as his body is to wake up. It's a good few minutes before his cock can get hard, and it takes longer still for his tortured body to come to the orgasm that has him whining breathlessly with tears in his eyes.

When Dodger lets him go, Garrett just lies there with his hands above his head, too exhausted and weak to do anything but passively accept the kiss. It's all he can do to kiss back- and he does this time, trying his hardest to fight the exhaustion that wants to set in. He can feel Dodger's cock against his stomach, thick and hard, demanding something that Dodger hasn't even asked for yet. It's demanding Garrett's body somehow, he just doesn't know how yet. The thought is almost too much for his tired mind to wrap around.

But he tries to kiss back. He's still whimpering softly from the ache in his cock and the dull agony throbbing from his neck, but he tries his best.

Garrett is kissing back, not just taking it. And that tickles in Dodger's mind, until he's smiling lazily into it. His hands slide down to Garrett's hips, grasping the skin just enough to let his nails dig in. It's the calm before the storm, letting Garrett take a breather so the old pain doesn't dull him to the new. That would be a rookie mistake.

"You are so cute when you beg." He purrs, pulling back to admire the man with lazy bedroom eyes. "I bet you were aching for something in your mouth, though."

He brings a hand up, to run his thumb over Garrett's lips. He still waits a moment, letting the man catch his breath before me prompts him.

"Think you can keep going?"

If Garrett were a little more with it, he'd recognize what Dodger is doing- letting him recover so he'll be sensitive to new torment. It's a tactic he's both used and suffered through before- but in his fucked-out state, all he can do is be grateful for the reprieve.

His eyes mist over slightly when Dodger touches his lip like that, giving in to the urge to catch it in his lips in a tiny kiss. It softens the little sound of distress that follows Dodger's next question. More, Dodger wants more? Fuck, he barely survived the last one. His cock is still sore even now.

"I don't know," he lies, entirely sure that he'll die the moment Dodger touches him again. "I- I don't want to..."

It's in the gentle, slightly whimpering tone he uses when he's being a whiny bottom, protesting things that they both know he'll willingly suffer, saying no even until the moment he cums. It's not the hard edge of real distress- and Dodger has heard both, many times.

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