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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 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.

If Dodger notices the shudder, he doesn't show it. He leans a hand against the headboard, steadying himself so he can properly thrust into Garrett's mouth. His pace speeds up a bit, but only to properly get himself off. He wants it to be sensual, romantic even, he wants Garrett to enjoy it.

Nothing hurts quite like wanting the torture.

His fingers start to tighten in Garrett's hair as he gets closer to his climax, forcing the older man's head to move in rhythm with his hips. He bites his lip hard, splitting it at the edges where his sharp canines dig in, and lets out a quiet hiss that morphs into a low moan.

Normally, Garrett might crave harsher treatment, but today this feels just right. It's almost tender - at least by Dodger's standards - with a sensuality that has his cock hardening despite his exhaustion. He still can't bear the thought of touching himself, but Maker, getting fucked like this feels so good.

It only gets better as Dodger gets closer: he pulls Garrett's hair harder, pulls on him and manipulates him like a doll to thrust in deeper, fucks his throat harder. Every other stroke has him choking softly around the cock invading him, throat fluttering desperately as his body pitches lightly with the instinctive urge to flee. When Garrett looks up and moans shakily around that hard length, there are tears in his eyes.

The tears are what really drives Dodger over the edge. The way that Garrett just takes it eagerly, like he's begging for more, even when Dodger is stretching his jaw to it's limit. Dodger is panting raggedly, groaning softly until his breath until he suddenly bottoms out again, spilling his hot seed down Garrett's throat.

He pauses to catch his breath before pulling out. He sits back and shifts down, so he can press a kiss to Garrett's puffed lips. A reward, for being good.

"You're hard again." He teases softly, followed by another kiss.

Garrett is loving this. There's something so intensely fucking intimate about a cock in his mouth, it's personal and invading in a way that nothing else could be- there's no closing his eyes and losing himself, there's no separating from the feeling, there's no way to imitate it with self-pleasure when he's alone. It's immediate and inescapable and there's nothing at all like it: in this moment, his entire world is taken up with Dodger. Every cell in his body, every ounce of his awareness.

He loves it.

Dodger pounds away, fucking his mouth and throat in long, deep, merciless strokes that have him gagging and choking softly, throat fluttering around Dodger's cock as his body pitches. It feels so good to be used like this again after so long without that he can't stand it- that he can't imagine going so long without a cock in his mouth ever again. Rough, domineering- familiar, like the way Dodger yanks him in close and shoves that huge cock all the way down his throat, holding him down to cum down his throat. Thick, unnaturally hot pulses, so deep he can't even taste it and oh god if he could moan he would.

The arousal is clear on his face as he kisses Dodger back with fuck-swollen lips, a little dazed.

"It's been a long time," he murmurs hoarsely. "Fuck- too long." Another kiss. "I went a long time without being fucked, too, but I can't fake this on my own with a toy."

Garrett is definitely kissing him back this time. Dodger barely remembers that feeling of butterflies in his stomach, but it's bubbling up now. His gaze hovers on the older man's lips, and he kisses him a bit more softly, affectionately.

"Guess we'll have to fix that."

He reaches a hand up to wipe the drool from Garrett's chin, and then helps Garrett slip back down so Dodger can curl up on his chest. Warm and exhausted in the afterglow.

"You look so amazing with my cock in your mouth."

Tired and fucked-out like this, Garrett can't seem to summon the usual skepticism or the wherewithal to throw up those oh-so-necessary boundaries. It feels nice to be with someone like this. Since Caitlin disappeared, he's missed that affection, and ever since -

He's been thirsty for love for a long, long time. That love comes through in the way Dodger touches him, easing him down onto his back, cleaning him up, giving him that soft look that reminds Garrett dreamily of something he's almost forgotten how to feel. It takes effort to lift his arm enough to drape it over Dodger's shoulders, but somehow Garrett manages it, smiling at the closeness.

It's nice enough for him to be caught off guard when Dodger says that. He inhales lightly, cheeks coloring at the dirty talk. His cock is lying against his thigh, rock-hard and still sore, throbbing faintly to remind him of how turned-on he still is.

"It feels amazing," he murmurs dreamily. His voice is still rough, though not as bad as it usually is after Dodger's done fucking him. "Mmm, I love how cock down my throat feels."

Dodger feels like he's finally drinking water, finally quenching this thirst that's been aching since he set his sights on the man. He cups Garrett's cheek and kisses him again, soft but drawn out, as if thanking him for the affection.

And that dirty talk... fuck, it's so wonderful. Dodger settles with his chin on Garrett's chest, warming his skin until he feels like a heated blanket. His hand wanders down, tracing his fingers over Garrett's skin and pausing to knead a nipple between his fingers.

"You should get these pierced." He mumbles, in that gravelly and lazy tone he gets after sex.

Garrett sighs quietly, letting out the faintest little moan at the slow teasing. It feels really good, especially with how warm everything feels through the gentle haze of pot. He bites his lip gently.

"Didn't we try that once? I seem to remember a lot of piercing..."

Dodger chuckles softly, shifting so he can kiss Garrett's chest.

"It was fun, wasn't it?"

His hand slides lower, teasing slowly until it almost reaches his cock. Instead of grasping it, his fingers split around it, totally ignoring it in favor of rubbing the skin around its root.

"I know you like feeling the hot metal inside you."

Garrett takes a shaking breath, a low sound shivering out at the blatant teasing. It's incredible that he could want anything right now, after how many times Dodger has forced him to come, but now that Dodger's warm hand is on him, so close to something good, he can't stand the denial.

Can't stand it, but dreads the thought of the painful sensation he knows would follow. The dirty talk is amazing, though, and the memory it brings warms him inside.

"It hurt like a bastard," he murmurs. "I could hardly breathe."

Dodger's fingers keep moving, softly kneading the skin, but he never moves any closer. It's all teasing, waiting for Garrett to ask for what they both know is going to be too much for him.

"It was beautiful to watch you like that." He murmurs, pressing another kiss to Garrett's chest, flicking his tongue softly against one of his nipples. "There was something about it... like no matter how far I pushed you, you'd keep wanting it to hurt more."

His fingers heat a bit more, with the pleasure that pulses through him at the memory. He tries to reign himself in, but it's still rather uncomfortable.

"I did," he agrees, sighing at the wet heat of Dodger's tongue. "When you were piercing my cock, it- fuck, it hurt..."

Dodger is tormenting him. Skin too hot to be comfortable, hot enough that Garrett wants to pull away when they both know he's too weak. Fingers wandering, stroking and kneading the skin right at the root of his cock, taunting him with what he know he shouldn't ask for. His feet shift restlessly on the bed.

"I kept hoping you'd take the needles all the way up. To the head."

There had been an impressive ladder of needles along his shaft, pinning back his foreskin, but Garrett had with every breath dreaded the moment that a needle would pierce the soft, achingly sensitive head. It never happened. Part of him had been relieved to be spared that level of intense pain, but another part of him was secretly just a tiny bit disappointed. The thought of being hurt in his most sensitive place...

"Oh yeah?"

He grins lazily, shifting back up to kiss Garrett's lips. His fingers finally slide along the underside of Garrett's cock, barely ghosting along it, until they stop at the ring pierced through the head. He presses down on it softly before sliding it around, heating it evenly and letting that heat grow inside of Garrett's skin.

"You're a crazy son of a bitch, you know that?" Said with the upmost affection, of course. "Next time, I'll make sure it really hurts. Just the way you like."

Dodger touches him right in the middle of their kiss, making Garrett moan quietly into it, breath shaking at the barely-there contact that still sears. Every tiny motion of the ring inside him feels amplified by ten, the nerves so raw that he instantly wants to squirm away.

Still, he perseveres. He forces himself to stay still and take the overstimulating touch, giving in only to a small shudder at Dodger's filthy threat. "I can't tell if that's a threat or a promise," he manages. "I don't know which one I'd prefer."

The moan from Garrett earns him a low chuckle, as Dodger's fingers go back to sliding across Garrett's cock. Just ghosting along, back and forth along the underside. More than anything he's just playing around, seeing what else he can put the man through.

"It's definitely a promise." He mumbles, in between brushes of their lips. "Wouldn't want you missing all the depravity of Hell, would we."

"Hnnn...." His next breath sounds more like a soft, low keen, a deep little thing that purrs low in his throat. "Dodger, you are the depravity of Hell."

His hand tightens on Dodger's shoulder, fingers digging in with what little strength they have. Fuck, Dodger's touch feels... good? Good, he thinks. It's some kind of stimulation to feed the intense arousal he feels. Garrett can't tell if it's better than nothing, though, since it's so intense while also being a tiny, intolerable tease.

"...I don't think I could cum again."

Nobody said otherwise. Nobody even brought it up. But Garrett can't think about anything other than how turned-on he is.

He laughs at that - it's a perfect compliment, one that deserves a proper reward. And of course that starts with another kiss, because Garrett's compliance is intoxicating.

"I didn't ask."

He lifts himself up a bit and starts trailing kisses along Garrett's chest. His hands move to Garrett's sides, nails rigging in to scratch his skin softly. He keeps moving himself lower, now running his hot tongue along Garrett's stomach. Once he's finally reached Garrett's cock, he glances up to grin at him playfully, making sure the man is watching when he runs his tongue along the piercing, and slides it along the edge of his foreskin.

He knows that Dodger didn't ask, but the thought keeps drifting through his mind: the push-pull between I can't cum again and but Maker, I want to. That conflict is why he doesn't try to stop it when Dodger starts to kiss down his chest, making a clear path downwards.

(Stop him... as if he even could.)

Garrett only watches intently as that hot mouth gets closer and closer, tongue trailing over his skin. Those green eyes are so fucking pretty that Garrett almost forgets to look away at what Dodger is actually doing- though his attention snaps to it as soon as he feels the sudden starburst of feeling from Dodger's tongue on his cock. He hisses sharply and clenches his fists in the sheets, brow creased with a look of intense concentration (or pain) at the raw sensation.

"You're trying to kill me," he observes. No question.

There's a look that people get before a disaster, when they see it coming but can't stop it. When a hammer is aimed at their skull or a train is rushing toward them, and it looks as though they're accepting death before it even hits them. Dodger swears he could see that same look in Garrett's eyes when his tongue ran across the man's cock.

And it's that, coupled with the accusation, that make him break off to laugh again. Quiet, gravelly and low.

"Maybe I am."

He tips his head to press a kiss to Garrett's inner thigh, and looks up again.

"Do you want me to stop?"

His answer comes easily.

"No."

As sensitive as he is, as much as he knows he'll suffer from it, Garrett wants whatever Dodger's giving to him. It isn't the first time he's been fucked and used until he cried from overstimulation, and maybe - just maybe - some part of him wants to recreate that first time so very long ago. To replace that memory.

There's a spark in Dodger's eyes at that answer. He really didn't expect anything else.

Before Garrett can change his mind, Dodger's mouth descends on him. Soft and unnaturally warm, wet with anticipation. He only takes his head at first, sucking gently and letting his tongue slide along the piercing, before he takes more and more of him. He wastes no time in taking him down to the hilt, so he can pause there and swallow around that thick cock.

The sound Garrett makes is almost embarrassing: a harsh gasp that sounds shocked, as if he wasn't expecting the rush of sensation, as if taken off guard by something scary. As soft as Dodger is being, as gentle and warm and wet as his mouth is, the feeling is intense on his scraped-raw nerves.

And oh, Dodger knows just how to torment him. That hot tongue toys with his piercing and draws out rough moans, making Garrett squirm as he starts to suck his tortured, oversensitive cock.

"Oh fuck," he shudders, letting out a rough cry when Dodger takes him down to the hilt. He fists the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, feet pushing against the mattress restlessly as he arches his back with a shuddering moan. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck, Dodger, it's- oh god."

Dodger swallows around him again, before slowly drawing back up just enough to let himself breathe. It would be so tempting to use that breathing charm on himself, to tie Garrett up and just torture him with the feeling of Dodger sucking his cock mercilessly. But they've done enough tonight, and Dodger doubts he'd have the patience for it.

His rhythm is slow and deliberate, making sure Garrett feels every tiny movement. He makes sure that each time he goes down, Garrett's cock pushes into his throat, purposefully torturing him with the tightness of it. It's a feeling Dodger missed, having his mouth full and stuffed and his nose filled with Garrett's particular scent, and his eyes glaze with that familiar calm of being right where he belongs.

Garrett is rapidly losing his mind. Every stroke pushes his cock deep into Dodger's tight throat, hot and wet and gripping him so close he wants to cry from the raw overwhelm of it. Before long he's squirming, hips rocking in the tiniest barely-there little motions, the smallest expression of how overcome he is that he just can't keep still.

"Dodger," he moans, a low rich sound that still manages to be a whine. "It's- I can't, I."

What, he has no idea. He's just talking without any attempt at making sense, babbling as an outlet for the screaming desire to escape that he's fighting with every moment.

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