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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.

*Nipple Piercing Conversation Counter: 4

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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.

Dodger finally surfaces, taking a deep breath as he breaks off and gives the head of Garrett's cock another appreciative lick. There's no reprieve, though, as his hand immediately takes over the work of jacking him off.

"Then come for me." He states matter-of-factly, as if Garrett has the choice.

He moves down lower, sucking and nipping at the older man's balls as his hand works him. It's less exciting to him, but Dodger loves the salty taste of it, and the feeling of pressing his tongue between them.

Dodger's hand is even worse than his mouth- less gloriously warm and wet, but rougher with harsh calluses that scrape against desperately sensitive skin until he's moaning plaintively with every breath. At that sassy suggestion he can only whine, keenly aware of how much harder it's going to be for him to cum this time, even while suffering every moment from the cruel overstimulation.

"Oh god," he curses, gasping raggedly at the feeling of Dodger's mouth on him. Fuck fuck fuck it feels good, so intensely incredible that Garrett ends up covering his mouth to stifle an embarrassing sound, muffling his shaking cry by biting down on his own forearm.

His tail whips through the air as he continues his cruel affections, like a contented dog. Dodger sucks one of Garrett's balls into his mouth, squeezing it softly before releasing it and doing the same to the other.

Finally he goes back to Garrett's cock, running his heated tongue in a wide stripe along the underside before taking it back into his mouth. From there on his pace is much faster, properly putting effort into getting him off despite the torture of it.

That soft attention to his balls is at least less torturous than direct contact with his cock, wonderful enough to distract Garrett momentarily from his torment as he melts a little into blissed-out moaning. The reprieve is short-lived, however, and he snaps back to reality with a harsh groan as Dodger swallows him down again.

Oh fuck, it's intense. Dodger's really going for it, fast and hard enough to make him want to scream, hot and tight enough to take his breath away. It feels like his entire cock is scraped raw, nerves set aflame, stimulation so overwhelming that he can hardly tell if it's pleasure or torture. Part of him wants to keep barreling towards a glorious finish, while part of him wishes for the strength to yank Dodger away by his hair.

More than anything, he wishes he could cum faster. Orgasm is a long time away, and Garrett doesn't know how long he can handle this. Already he's starting to gasp with every breath, heart beating too fast as he writhes under Dodger making painful, embarrassing sounds. If this continues, he's pretty sure he'll die.

With his mouth on Garrett's cock, Dodger's hand moves down to massage Garrett's balls. It's rough, fully aware that he can treat them more harshly than his cock at the moment. He starts to take Garrett into his throat, focusing on pressing the thick head in and out of that tight ring of muscles at the back. It takes some work and he does choke himself a bit, but he refuses to pull back even for that.

Dodger's own cock is starting to slowly wake up, but he's already made the decision to let it die, too tired to do anything about it.

Dodger is rapidly driving him completely insane: as the sensations ramp up, so too do Garrett's moans and throaty cries. As his cock works deeper into Dodger's throat, Garrett breaks into those needy protests again, whining out no and can't and too much, it's too much, I- I-"

Soon Garrett is shaking uncontrollably, putting all his effort into stopping himself from kicking Dodger in the side and running away. It's too much, it hurts, but it feels so good that he can't even dream of stopping. Every fiber of his being wants to pull away, but he's desperate to reach for the climax that's rapidly approaching.

Right when he can't take it anymore, when he's about to beg for mercy, when his heart is in his throat and he can barely breathe, it hits him all at once, an unstoppable surge of feeling that crawls electric up his spine as he comes with a rough cry and shudders that wrack his entire body.

Edited 2021-05-26 02:31 (UTC)

It's odd to feel such an explosive orgasm ripping through his ~~victim~~ partner, but not feel cum shooting down his throat. Dodger keeps suckling him while it passes through him, and only once Garrett settles down does he surface with a rough gasp.

Still breathing heavily, he crawls up to curl up against Garrett's chest, and guide him into a kiss. Just one, before he settles in against him to enjoy the afterglow.

"You sound amazing when you're begging." He murmurs, snuggling in a little deeper.

Garrett is still shaking when Dodger kisses him, breath coming out with the tiniest echo of a sound. The other man's weight feels good on him, the warmth reassuring, the bulk a welcome change from all the people he could be missing in a time like this. His hand twitches on the bed as he tries to summon the strength to wrap his arm around Dodger's shoulders, but he's pretty sure he doesn't have any bones left. Sleep is already starting to take him.

"I think I'm dying," he answers breathlessly, still trembling a little from the intensity of his climax. "You killed me."

"You're a baby." He chuckles softly. "You know I could do worse."

Dodger is also starting to doze off, and he just shifts a bit to make himself comfortable before closing his eyes. Idly, he wonders if Garrett realizes just how much trust it takes him, to let his guard down enough to sleep with someone else in his bed. He's thankfully too tired to worry if he'll be proven wrong.

Sleep takes him easily, at least. It's the best sleep he's had in a long while.

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