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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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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.

Dodger's eyes narrow, and for once it's with cheeky amusement instead of suspicion. Garrett loves to play the victim, but he's never once heard a safe-word out of the man. And he knows very well when he's hit a real limit.

"I won't touch your cock, I promise."

Another kiss on the lips, and then one on his collar bone. Dodger's lips trail down slowly, and his hand leaves Garrett's face to tweak a nipple playfully before he sits up.

"I'm gonna clean myself up. I want you to keep going while I'm gone. Get yourself hard again, if you can." He cocks his head, "And don't fake it, I'll know."

He isn't going to mention that his powers are in full force again, that he'll be able to watch him through the walls. He's keeping that tidbit to himself until it's forced out of him.

Garrett doesn't believe that promise at all, and in fact can throw Dodger farther than he trusts him, but he has no choice but to nod meekly and accept it. With how exhausted he is and how badly he's worn out his still weak and injured body, he'd probably need help just getting up, let alone getting away from someone like Dodger.

So he nods at Dodger's sadistic command, indulging only in a breathless, "Maker's breath, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

But despite all the complaining, as soon as he's alone, he... obeys. Garrett knows nothing about Dodger seeing through walls, but he does know that the man can be invisible, so for all he knows Dodger could be watching right now. Running afoul of his temper or sadistic desire for punishment sounds pretty terrible right now, so Garrett takes a deep breath, steels himself, and runs a hand down his body towards his aching cock.

Okay. He can do this.

No sooner do his fingers brush the shaft that he pulls away with a decisive nope, he can't. Nope nope nope. Safer to nudge his cock aside, then, and reach down lower, cupping his balls in his hand and massaging gently. He hisses and throws his head back, looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes as he forces himself to bathe in the feeling. Softly rubbing, gently kneading, sending pleasure shivering up his spine in spite of everything. His other hand goes to his chest, rubbing and toying with his nipple, then pinching just for the thrill of that little spark of pain. He soon gets thirsty for more and gets rougher, twisting his own nipple cruelly until he actually gasps.

It wakes up something inside him. That love of pain he's always had, the part of him that's trying so hard to hide from Dodger's dangerous presence. That submissive, slutty desire to please whoever's strong enough to bend him over. Dodger is probably watching, and he wants to be good, so he lets go of his balls and slowly drifts a hand to his cock.

Fuck, it's so hard. It's so hard to force himself to do it, but after a moment of fighting with himself, he runs his fingers over the sensitive head, still gently throbbing. He sucks in a harsh breath at the shock of feeling that rocks through him, but forces himself to continue: actually rubbing or stroking is far too much to handle, but he touches his piercing, tugging on the metal ring lightly.

The sensation is so searingly intense that he actually moans out a low "No." It hurts, it's so much, but he forces himself to continue, sliding the ring back and forth in its housing, gently ghosting rough fingertips around where metal pierces skin, tugging on it. When he's managed to start gently stroking his fingertips over the head, it's so intense that he's started to whine even as he follows that order.

"No," he whimpers, though he doesn't stop. Garrett hesitantly keeps on, touching himself to a low stream of "No, no no no no no..."

Maybe, Dodger thinks to himself, but decides not to voice it.

It doesn't take long to clean himself up. His bathroom is well organized, streamlined for cleaning himself up from all sorts of messes. But he doesn't come back immediately; he wants to watch, to soak in the way that Garrett eagerly follows his commands.

The display is gorgeous. Dodger finds his hands wandering to his own cock while he watches, not quite stroking but squeezing and rubbing at the shaft just to bridle it's eager throbbing. That man is all his. He can barely contain himself.

He can't hear him across the apartment, though, and that dulls the excitement. So he slips back, nearly silent from years of experience skulking around. And, of course, invisible. He's barely gotten to the door when he hears that steady stream of "no", and it puts a sick grin on his face.

"You're so cute." Dodger purrs, leaning on the doorway as he reappears. "If you get hard, I'm jacking you off again."

Dodger's reappearance doesn't surprise him at all; as far as Garrett knows, he could have been watching for almost the entire time. Yeah, he heard the distant run of a faucet, but not for long. There's no surprise at all, so he can keep touching himself, keep whining with hitching breaths that catch in his throat when Dodger speaks.

"What?" His eyes go wide with dizzied dread (that might just be a tiny bit turned-on). Maker, his cock is already reacting, not hard but a little fuller than he was a minute ago, not even halfway but just a little thicker, a tiny bit heavier, the first stirrings that promise arousal. He's losing this battle to his body, and now he knows how it will end. "But you promised-" He cuts off with a tortured moan at a particularly sharp burst of sensation that sears his nerves. "I can't do it, it hurts."

Dodger starts chuckling quietly, looking properly wicked. "I'm kidding. Relax."

He slips back onto the bed, crawling over to curl up with Garrett and capture his lips again. It's a soft, affectionate kiss, but with an ever-present lick of heat.

"Here, sit up. I wanna put your mouth to better use."

Garrett doesn't relax in the slightest at Dodger's rebuff- after all, he has no reason to trust it. Dodger is a liar and loves to torture him, and Garrett is so weak and vulnerable right now, just the way he likes.

Not that he can do anything about it. All he can really do is try to comply, vainly trying to push himself up. Fortunately, Dodger steps in to assist, helpfully leaning him back against the headboard in a position that stirs old memories in the back of his blissfully fucked-out, stoned mind. He's been here before, hasn't he?

As he gazes up at Dodger, his hand wanders over his thigh, uncertain. Touching himself is an agony Garrett isn't eager to resume, but he doesn't know if he's supposed to.

Garrett is about as mobile as a limp noodle right now, but Dodger doesn't mind propping a toy up to play with. And god, he loves that familiar sight, the rose-tinted memory of first properly meeting this man.

"That's a sight for sore eyes..." He lets out a soft sigh, "Go ahead, feel me up. Scratch me, if you want to. I want to feel how much you love this."

He's already raging hard, and his cock is oddly warm, particularly rigid. It's less about stroking it to attention, and more about slipping it up to rest on Garrett's lips while Dodger's free hand curls into his hair.

"Open up wide."

Garrett is the farthest thing from turned on right now (sort of), and all he wants in the world is to lie down and sleep, but when Dodger gives him that look and talks to him like that, it's hard to remember feeling anything that Dodger doesn't want him to feel. His lips move softly against the head of Dodger's cock. This, more than anything else, has blood finally rushing downward, starting slowly to fill his reluctant, aching cock.

There's a reply in his mind, but when Dodger gives that last order, Garrett opens his mouth automatically, without even thinking. Everything in him wants to quit, to slump down on the bed and pass out, but he can no sooner disobey Dodger's orders than disobey the law of gravity. Some day the truth of it might filter through to his consciousness, how wrong it feels in these moments to resist or assert his own will- how, when Dodger grips his hair like that, resisting him seems to go against Garrett's very nature.

Dodger lets out a soft, shuddering sigh as Garrett's mouth closes around his cock, and he has to stop himself from forcing his way into the man's throat. His fingers tighten in Garrett's hair, pulling him forward as his hips roll slowly. A few pumps and his head rolls back, hissing softly when his cock brushes against those perfect fangs. He's changing his angle on purpose, slightly to the side so he can feel the edge of them pressing against his shaft.

He doesn't enter Garrett's throat yet, but lets the head of his cock knock against the sensitive muscles at the back. He starts to card his fingers through Garrett's hair, only tightening his grip again if the man starts to struggle.

"I missed you."

Garrett mirrors Dodger's sigh with a faint one of his own, sighing very softly when Dodger's cock slowly presses into his mouth. It's been so long since his mouth has been full like this, stretched around a hard cock that promises to fuck him raw.

It's just like he remembers: thick and heavy, stretching his jaw open wide, sliding heavy over his tongue with every stroke. A faint little moan slips out as his body starts to gently react to the cock working deeper inside him. It's delicious and tantalizingly slow, until the head that cock reaches the back of his throat and nestles in tight, filling him so well and resting insistently against sensitive muscles that instinctively twitch and spasm. Oh, and the hands in his hair feel so good; he looks up at Dodger with wide brown eyes, spasming gently with the gag reflex he's too high to fight down.

Missed him? Dodger missed him? It's not terribly surprising, but fuzzy and stoned as it is, it feels somehow wondrous.

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The way Garrett looks up at him, all sweet and doe-eyed with a cock jammed deep into his mouth, pulls another soft sigh out of Dodger. This is the image that cements his love for Garrett, the exact thing he craves every time he sees the man.

He keeps rocking his hips slowly, drawing back and smoothly slamming back into Garrett's mouth each time. He wants to take his time, savor the way that Garrett relaxes like he was born just to please him.

"We'll take a break after this." He mumbles, his voice extra low and gruff, "Gotta sleep before the boss needs me. Should be fine by yourself when I head out, right?"

When Dodger falls into that slow rhythm, fucking his mouth in deep strokes, a shiver runs down Garrett's spine. He makes a low sound that might almost be a moan just from the feeling of a cock in his mouth. Fuck, it feels good. His cock is starting to stir, more than it had before, responding to the warmth already growing inside him.

A break. Break sounds good. There's no way for Garrett to answer, of course, but he blinks slowly at the man towering over him as he uses Garrett's mouth.

Slow and steady isn't usually Dodger's pace, but he is starting to get a little tired. It was a good run, and Garrett deserves not getting completely broken. This feels just right, slowing things down until he's fully satisfied.

His cock's thick head starts to slowly push further into Garrett's throat, finally penetrating it. He pulls Garrett's head closer, bottoming out and hissing softly at the feeling. His cock is oddly warm, heated by the arousal that Dodger's doing his best to contain.

"Fuck... I love you so much." He purrs, accenting it with a single snap of his hips to really drive hard into the man's throat.

As brutal as this act can be, there's an intense sensuality to it when done slowly. Garrett would never have guessed that Dodger even knew the meaning of the word, but here it is: slow, rolling thrusts into his mouth, a little deeper every time, the head softly bumping against sensitive places in the back. When Dodger starts to go deeper, to push in a little more on every stroke, Garrett's throat relaxes without even thinking, instinctively welcoming the intrusion. Inviting Dodger to penetrate him, finally pushing past the barrier of his throat. Garrett doesn't even have time to feel his reflex kick in before Dodger pulls him in closer, forcing that thick cock down his throat until his nose is buried in dark curls and he's pitching from silent coughs that never leave his throat.

Then he's choking violently from a hard thrust that drives into him so deep he actually yelps a little around Dodger's cock. (Fuck, it's been a while, he's out of practice.) Then that confession sinks in. It hits him oddly. It's been so long since he's heard anyone say it, but every time Dodger's said it to him, it's been paired with trauma and pain. A shudder runs through him at the memory of being held down and violated, of a knife in his mouth.

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