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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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The feeling of the fake cock in his mouth is as beguiling as ever, tricking his senses with the sensations of a real cock pushing past his lips. A very soft sound slips out when it slides across his tongue, the familiar taste and warmth and hardness sending shivers of arousal through him. When the gag locks around his head, trapping him there with a cock filling his mouth, Garrett moans outright, his eyes locking on Dodger's as lust courses through him.

Helpless again. Fuck. He wants to respond to that compliment, but all he can do is shiver as Dodger strokes and lubes up his cock. He wants to say yes and growl something filthy, but Dodger has taken his voice from him, and all he can do is nod.

As an afterthought, he makes as if to touch Dodger, only to pause in midair, hands hovering awkwardly as if he doesn't know what to do with them. Garrett's expression is questioning- does Dodger want to be touched?

Fuck, he feels like his cock is going to explode. The pain, the promise of cock and the look on Garrett's face... It's all so perfect, he doesn't know how long he'll make it.

"Go ahead." He answers that unspoken question. Because he wants to be touched, he wants Garrett to marvel at him.

He finally manages to lower himself onto Garrett's cock, groaning softly as he does. He can only make it a few inches before he has to pause and let his body relax, and he takes the time to reach down and turn the dial on the fake cock. Making it slowly slide down Garrett's throat, until it's right at that spot that tickles his gag reflex.

"Turn on that breathing charm. You're gonna need it."

Garrett rests his hands at Dodger's hips, giving him an encouraging squeeze as he starts to move. That first moment when his cock starts to push into Dodger's tight body makes him gasp lightly, soft moaning deep in his throat as Dodger takes more and more of him in. It's only a few inches, but the heat and tightness take his breath away.

Then Dodger does something to really take it away. As fat as the fake cock is, Garrett chokes a little when it starts to lengthen inside him, pushing down his throat as inevitably as the real thing. He can't help squirming with some blend of arousal and the creeping discomfort from the vivid reminder of what it feels like to be helpless with someone so strong forcing into his throat. Deeper, deeper, the girth forcing his head back from how stiff and hard it is. The need to move wars with his desire to not unseat Dodger from his precarious position, leaving Garrett no purchase for his discomfort but tightening his grip on Dodger's hips and sliding his feet across the bed, toes clenching and heels digging into the mattress when he starts to silently choke.

The charm. Sure. Garrett turns that on immediately to show his compliance, but when Dodger keeps the dildo at the exact length to make him choke, he grabs Dodger's hand and brings it to the gag with a pleading look. As erotic as it is to be forced to choke, he really doesn't think he can handle it right now without struggling- and he doesn't want to make all of this harder for Dodger.

Garrett is following orders, and that's great. But it's really the softness of everything else That makes him listen. He nods, adjusting the gag to become a bit thinner, a bit longer to fit past that spot. Dodger wishes he could kiss him as an apology, but if he leans down he'll probably lose all the progress he's made on getting Garrett inside of him.

He rests his hands back on Garrett's chest and licks his lips, slowly lowering himself further and moaning softly as he does. A shiver runs through him as he hits the perfect spot and lets out a sharp noise, but there's still an inch or so to take before Garrett bottoms out. Hitting the bottom leaves him panting, and he has to stop again and catch his breath.

Some of the tension in Garrett's shoulders relaxes when the gag slims down enough for him to move, and again when it adjusts away from that particular spot that makes him gag. It's still too deep to hold easily, but less of a struggle now to think through it. He manages a very faint muffled hum of thanks.

When Dodger starts to move again, Garrett's hands return to his hips, squeezing in a light, reassuring way to encourage him to continue on. The slow slide down onto Garrett's cock sends pleasure shivering up his spine, making him moan incoherently around the cock in his throat. It's incredible to have someone sitting on his cock and a cock in his mouth at the same time, and the eroticism of it is burning him up. Burning, needy, frustrated- his hands spasm on Dodger's hips as Garrett resists the urge to choke and resists the urge to yank the other man the rest of the way down onto his cock. He has to slide his hands away to control himself, and ends up scratching Dodger's thighs lightly for a moment. In that infinite moment of quiet he starts to choke softly, eyes wide and dark and damp as he gazes up at Dodger.

Dodger tries to take a deep breath, and it comes out shaky and soft as he looks down at Garrett choking under him. He can finally lean down, to run a hand along Garrett's cheek and give him a lopsided grin.

"You look so cute."

Okay... now that he's here, he needs to move. But even shifting a bit makes his body shudder, totally unused to the feeling of being filled up even if it feels like heaven. Dodger hesitates for a little too long, taking deep breaths and psyching himself up before he can finally manage to move.

"Scratch me again. Harder."

He rises up an inch, before dropping back down. Then another long pause. It's awkward and slow, and his face is beet red as he tries again, fully aware of how much he'd hate being on the other end. But Garrett's patient, and he likes being teased. Right?

Garrett leans into Dodger's hand, grateful for the touch even as he shudders from silent coughs that never leave his throat. It always hits a little funny when Dodger calls moments like this cute. That shiver of remembering just how much the man loves watching him suffer. In the long, dragging moments of silence, where Dodger stays still and Garrett chokes quietly, it's all he can think about.

That, and how badly he wants Dodger to move. Dodger's body is tight and incredibly hot around him, the obvious tension in the man's body making for a grip that takes his breath away. Garrett seizes on the command eagerly, glad for something to focus on. Digging his nails into Dodger's muscular thighs is far from what he really needs, but it provides some purchase for his lust, at least.

Fuck. Dodger moves a little, the tiniest increments, and Garrett shivers from the tease. Barely-there movements that give hardly any friction and provoke a spiteful reaction from Garrett, who moves his hands up to drag his nails down Dodger's chest harshly.

Dodger lets out a quiet purr at the nails on his thighs, but it turns into a proper moan when Garrett scratches at his chest. His hands flash with a bit of heat as he pushes himself a little harder, rising up a few inches this time before lowering. It's still far too slow, and he can only manage one or two pumps before he has to rest.

But the scratching helps. The frustration, the physical pain. Arzial's hands were always soft and careful - he didn't raise a hand against Dodger, but made Dodger hurt himself. The man fades further and further from his mind as lust fills it, but the scars are still showing in the way he falters with each motion.

It's so slow. So slow, so shallow, so slight. Dodger's motions are a touch more noticeable than before, but still gentle and sparing. The stop-and-go tease has him shivering a little, occasionally pitching as he chokes on the soft gasps his lungs instinctively reach for. It all feels so good, just enough to stoke his lust into a low-burning fire.

He wants to moan. He wants to make a snarky joke about torture, or growl something filthy in Dodger's ear, or ask for more. He especially wants to roll them over and fuck Dodger into the mattress. But he can't. All Garrett can do is lie there and suffer the slow, faltering strokes around his cock, hot and tight, the friction driving him crazy for how slow it is. All he can do is dig his nails in and leave long red lines on Dodger's chest, to seek out place where skin meets delicate pink flesh and drag his nails around that sensitive edge before rubbing and pinching and abusing the sensitive nubs.

Fuck, it isn't enough. With this kind of breath play the need for air is always in the back of his mind, and without enough to distract him, it looms larger and larger in his thoughts until it's all he can focus on. Air. Breath. He can't breathe, and even with the enchantment on, that panicked thought can still take hold of him, usually leading to instinctive struggling that Dodger has to restrain him from.

Usually. The need for more battles inside him with the need to breathe, making him visibly shake from trying so so hard not to ruin this by squirming too much.

Honestly, the thought of being rolled over and fucked has crossed Dodger's mind too. It would be easier, so much easier. Being pinned down and used just like when he was younger, before Arzial and the Children of Saturn took that from him. But he knows what will happen if they try - he's tried enough times to know it only ends in pain.

Garrett's struggling draws his focus, even through the scratching and the tingling pain in his nipples. He would pin Garrett's wrists if he could, but he can't do that and ride him well. Instead he grabs Garrett's hands and guides them, moving them down to his ass. Then he slides his hands up Garrett's arms, up until he can press his thumb against Garrett's throat and feel the toy cock filling him up.

"Does it feel good?" He pants. "Or do you need more?"

It's an attempt at teasing, but he really can't manage to speed up. His cock is twitching with arousal, already dripping lightly, and yet he can't fucking manage to move without his heart pounding.

Garrett grabs Dodger's ass when directed, fingers digging into the taut muscle as he struggles for some composure. The hand at his throat doesn't help, pressing against the toy inside him that's causing him so much trouble. It feels good, yes, and he needs more just as fiercely as he needs less. Mercy, he wishes he could say, while also urging Dodger to move faster.

Bereft of any way to answer, he simply moans around the gag, the sound barely leaving his throat, and lets it sweep him away. There's no point in fighting it, so Garrett gives in to the choking and distress that wants to rise inside him, making his back arch slightly as he shakes from silent pitches and choking.

(It's not quite as bad as the last time they used this thing, when Garrett sought distraction from his pain and Dodger filled him with cock until he couldn't breathe. When Dodger made him choke on purpose then drew out his torment by sucking him off so slowly then fucking him into the mattress while he struggled for air. When Dodger chased the sensitive spots in his throat so he barely went a moment without struggling in helpless distress, leaving him exhausted and shaking at the end, sinking into Dodger's arms until the aftershocks of panic melted away. This is less intense than that day was, and laced with the familiar suffering that Garrett wears when being denied.)

It isn't even his gag reflex, he just desperately needs to breathe, wants nothing more than to claw his way out of this leather strap and take the fucking gag out so he can breathe- but he can't. Garrett is helpless, and anyway, he can't meaningfully struggle with Dodger's hand at his throat pinning him down, so he gives in and lets go of his attempts to control anything about this.

Edited 2021-06-06 05:02 (UTC)

Dodger takes another shuddering breath, calmed somehow by the pain and panic in Garrett's eyes. He groans softly, managing to slowly fall into a steady rhythm of rising and falling. He can only go a few inches up, but Garrett's cock feels thick and deep, filling him up in a way he hasn't been able to manage in a long time.

His grip tightens briefly on Garrett's throat, but that isn't quite what he wants. There's a pause before he settles on Garrett's lap, staying still while he reaches for the dial and shortens the toy cock out of Garrett's throat. Short and fat again, filling his mouth without intruding too much.

"There... I want to hear you moan while you fuck me."

The instant the "cock" leaves his throat Garrett heaves an enormous gasp, arching his back and panting hard as he strains to fill his lungs without using his mouth. It's still full, so he can only breathe through his nose, and even with the tiny freedom Dodger allowed him it's still hard to catch his breath comfortably. But fuck, he gives Dodger a look of pure gratitude and is finally able to go still.

Dodger wants him to moan, and moan he does. His cock is aching and balls are tight, skin flushed hot and tear tracks streaking down the sides of his face, hands gripping Dodger's incredible, gorgeous ass roughly. When the man starts moving again a moan tears from his throat, low and rough from strain, muffled around the gag. The pleasure of Dodger's tight body around him while his mouth is stuffed full of cock alongside the intolerable fucking tease is driving him mad.

Dodger hisses with pleasure at the feeling of Garrett gripping his ass, imagining for a moment how good it would feel to be held still while the man fucked him. It comes with a note of frustration, and he pushes himself a little further to ride Garrett a little faster.

He wants to tease, but he's far too busy moaning. Each time he sinks down on Garrett's cock, each time the thick head slides against his prostate, Dodger shivers and groans, each time doing his best to keep relatively quiet.

His free hand strays down to his own cock, stroking it just to do something about the ache. All at once he wants to come, and to keep feeling this forever.

Garrett groans low in his throat when Dodger finally starts doing something. He wants so badly to hold Dodger tightly with strong arms and guide every movement, pulling Dodger down harder onto his cock and pushing him up faster. Every part of him aches to make this go faster than this insubstantial thing- less nothing than before, but just enough to drag Garrett along and add fuel to the fire in his veins.

Can't. He can't force this, can't push Dodger to do more than he's ready for. As hard as it is, Garrett resists, allowing himself only a low, frustrated noise in response. God, it aches.

It's a little better when Dodger starts to touch himself- more to look at, more heat running through him. Dodger looks fucking gorgeous like this, muscled and glorious, hard cock dripping with every stroke of his own hand. But every time the man bites back an obvious moan Garrett's brows knit in what would be a frown if not for the cock in his mouth, and he finds himself reaching up to touch Dodger's face lightly, stroking his thumb over the younger man's lips.

Dodger leans into the touch at first, but the thumb on his lips seems to snap something - he lets out a small gust of flames from his mouth, not enough to burn but enough to feel like touching a hot stove, just for a moment.

He grabs Garrett's wrist, and pins it to the bed by Garrett's head. He has to stop moving his hips, has to stay still to keep his thoughts at bay.

"Don't get soft." He growls it, but there's a hint of fear in his eyes, as if he's fighting back against an attack. "I can do this. Alright?"

Garrett makes a face, slightly annoyed that Dodger managed to misinterpret him badly enough to burn his damn finger. Communicating the "don't hold any moans back" was always going to be a long shot, so Garrett honestly can't blame him. Whatever. Inability to communicate about what he wants is the whole point of being gagged.

Right now, he's more concerned with the sharp edge in Dodger's voice and that particular gleam in those pretty green eyes. Once his upstairs brain manages to fight through the haze of lust, it's obvious what the problem is- Garrett was too gentle and it brought something back.

Unable to speak with his mouth full, Garrett lets go of Dodger's ass with his free hand and pokes Dodger right on the nose.

The boop seems to snap Dodger out of wherever his mind went. He blinks, and his gaze softens a bit. But his jaw sets with a note of embarrassment, and he leans down to press his lips to Garrett's brow with a little growl under his breath.

"You're lucky you're cute." He mumbles, and lets Garrett's wrist go. "If you wanna use your hands, then grab my hips and fuck me."

It's a gamble, but he trusts the man. He can stop him if he needs it. At least, he's pretty sure he can.

Garrett makes a faint, nearly inaudible little sound when Dodger kisses him, and shifts a little on the bed. Desire is making him restless and being inside Dodger with no friction or movement is making him crazy.

Then Dodger growls out a filthy challenge that sends a harsh shiver down his spine and moves his body, desperate for more, to eagerly seize Dodger's hips hard enough to dig his nails in. His nails dig in as he guides Dodger to rise up, his hands shake a little as he pulls Dodger down onto his cock with a shuddering moan. It's all Garrett can do to be careful, that even though Dodger has given him permission he still has to keep the man's limits in mind. When Garrett guides Dodger through a second slow stroke, he has to actually remind himself not not to lose his head. Staying restrained takes all his concentration, and with every stroke it gets harder until his breath is coming in soft pants and he has to distract himself by tonguing and suckling at the gag in his mouth. Give him something to focus on so he doesn't snap and pin Dodger to the bed.

Dodger lets out another hiss as Garrett grips his hips, harshly enough that it sends a shudder through him. Already seized with pleasure, the motion of being pulled down on Garrett's cock drags a loud moan from him, and he only manages to bite down on the second.

He has to put a hand on Garrett's chest to steady himself but the other grips his own cock tightly, stroking it in time with the movement of his hips even if it drives him insane. The thought is still circling his head, that if he wasn't so broken they both would have come by now.

"Harder." He murmurs under his breath.

Garrett gives him a look of faint surprise but doesn't question it. After so much teasing, nobody needs to tell him twice. The pace doesn't pick up too much just yet - he's still cautious of startling Dodger - but enough that Garrett is actually getting into it. Fingers digging in, grunting from the effort of guiding Dodger's movements - he's not a small man, after all, but broad and thick and strong, exactly the kind of body that is so intoxicating to be inside of, seeing all that strength laid bare for him.

Fuck, he wants more. He wants to come- wants to be able to come, but he's not there yet. With every stroke he gets closer, every time Dodger lowers down and takes his cock inside the passage of his body, tight and slick and so hot Garrett could choke on it. More, more, he needs it, he needs Dodger. The man looks incredible riding him, glistening and glorious and strong, fist wrapped tight around his own cock and stroking with every glorious ride. It's enough to make his heart pound, blood roar, and cock ache as he moans incoherently around the gag.

For a short while, Dodger manages to lose himself in it. His body loosens up, and he lets out soft noises as Garrett pulls him down onto that thick, rigid cock. He feels like he's moments away from coming, far too soon and yet it can't come soon enough.

He's nearly hit his peak when his body seems to remember itself, and he tenses up again. He can't be sure exactly what it is, only that he's overwhelmed. His nails dig into Garrett's chest, and he locks his legs so Garrett can't pull him up again. He has to catch his breath, and let his cock slip back from the edge.

"Fuck..." He pants, running his fingers through Garrett's hair to brush it out of his face, "Gimme a second- we can keep going. I've just gotta... I need a second."

The worst part is that Garrett was really getting into it. After such a slow start with so many stops, it feels incredible just to be able to move, and the thrill of Dodger riding his cock builds fire in his belly until he can barely catch what labored breaths the gag allows. Garrett feels the nails in his chest but it only makes him moan louder. He doesn't even realize what's wrong until he tries to lift Dodger up again and meets steely, immovable resistance.

Right at the worst possible moment. He had been close. Not at the edge, but close enough to feel the faint suggestion of orgasm blooming in him, a sweet little whisper that would become real if only he could get to it. And in an instant, Dodger yanks him away so suddenly that he fights it at first, hands tightening on Dodger's hips so hard his nails threaten to break the skin as he tosses his head against Dodger's soft touch with a muffled whine of frustration.

The nails on his hips draw a hiss from him, and he almost snaps at Garrett until he hears the frustrated groan. He answers that with a huff, leaning down to kiss the man's brow.

"You're not the one riding, asshole."

There isn't any heat in it; Garrett has brought him so much further on this than he's ever been able to do. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before they open again and he kisses Garrett's forehead again.

"Alright. Let's go again."

Garrett has to breathe through the moment, too. That little kiss helped, but he's still brimming with frustrated desire pounding hot in his ears.

Still, as maddening as this is, it's worth it to help Dodger take back more pieces of himself. Garrett doesn't begrudge him anything, only accepts Dodger's next kiss with a soft sound, leaning up into it a little. This far from home, every tiny affection feeds the empty space inside him that longs for the familiar in a hostile new world.

Again, then. His hands are steady on the younger man's hips as he slowly starts to nudge Dodger into moving. Careful, mindful of Dodger's mental state, but still fighting the urge to fuck Dodger so hard he screams.

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