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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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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.

Dodger lets out a soft breath as his hips start to move again, and the slide of Garrett's cock through him lights his body up with fireworks. He whines softly, moving a little faster than Garrett urges and then immediately having to slow down. It's a constant battle between frustration and fear, seeking the pleasure while constantly anxious about losing control of himself.

All the while he's stroking his cock, and he feels himself getting tantalizingly close. It's around not that it finally occurs to him how frustrated Garrett must be, and how he'd act if their roles were reversed. It doesn't exactly pull sympathy, but it's something.

He leans down to whisper for Garrett between ragged breaths.

"Let me hear you suck on that cock." It's a soft purr, accented with a low moan. "I want your focus on that. Not on how I feel."

Physically or mentally.

Dodger may be wrapped up in his fear, but he manages to drag Garrett with him. Every time he starts giving Garrett any semblance of what they both want, he slows down again, making Garrett feel like a dog on a leash being yanked back over and over.

It's maddening.

Every stroke makes it a little harder to stay at Dodger's pace, and it's even harder when Dodger says the words how I feel. Fuck, when he whispers something like that, how can Garrett possibly think about anything else? He shivers and answers the filthy command with a low, muffled moan. All he can do is obey: he starts to actually pay attention to the thing in his mouth, feeling it rather than simply taking it. It's so lifelike that when he works his mouth around it, feeling it with his tongue, he literally can't feel any difference at all. It's like having a real cock filling his mouth, hard and thick and perfect, sending another shiver through him when he starts to suck. It feels so good that he suddenly can't focus- even when bottoming, Dodger still somehow finds a way to make Garrett his.

Dodger can hear the suckling noises, and he shivers appreciatively. He stops moving his hips, but let's Garrett move him if he wants. His focus is suddenly stuck on the gag as well, admiring how Garrett takes it.

"Fuck... You look so good like this."

He slides a hand up to the gag and messes with the dial, making it push at Garrett's throat and then slide back out. Over and over, further and further until it feels as though it's fucking Garrett's face.

All Garrett wants is for this to keep going. He wants to keep fucking Dodger while sucking cock, he wants to keep feeling Dodger riding him amidst the deep and profound satisfaction of having his mouth full. It's all that matters- he starts moving Dodger up and down on his own cock keeps suckling at it just like he was told.

Then it starts to get longer, bigger- it starts to force deeper into his mouth, mercilessly pressing back and back and back. Garrett finds himself tipping his head back to accommodate it, stretching out almost the way he would if someone was fucking his throat properly, to make room for that thick cock to keep forcing its way in. As it pushes in he gags a little, body pitching with silent coughs that never leave his throat and have him struggling to keep focus on moving Dodger. He soon gives up entirely, letting his hands fall and twisting his hands in the sheets. Soon he's writhing under Dodger, overwhelmed by the tight heat gripping him while he chokes softly on the cock sliding down his throat over and over .

Dodger lets out a shaky breath, watching Garrett squirm under him. It cools him down, literally and figuratively, and he's able to focus on moving his hips even when Garrett's hands fall away. His focus is on the toy, slowly fucking the older man's throat and watching it bulge as the fake cock fills it up.

Not quite satisfied, he stops with the cock easily 8 inches deep in Garrett's throat. His hand strays down to play with Garrett's beard, and then further to close over his throat and push it in further toward the toy. His hand is hot, feverish and carrying a silent threat. His other hand stays in his own cock, stroking it faster as he tumbles toward his orgasm.

Garrett definitely notices Dodger's reaction: the heat around his cock becomes less heart-poundingly intense, dropping down to something that feels incredible, if still hotter than any normal person. It occurs to him that Dodger is using his struggle to calm himself. That watching him suffer literally helps Dodger relax. That shouldn't be nearly as hot as it is.

He shudders and trembles under Dodger, under that sneering, commanding sadism. With Dodger riding his cock and fucking his throat, Garrett is starting to fall apart, little jolts of lightning running through him with every slow, delicious motion. Every time his cock buries all the way in Dodger's tight body, every time the man heaves another lusty breath and looks at him like that. All the while, the cock in his mouth continues to slowly pound him in perfect time with the strokes around his own cock. It's heady, overwhelming, as if it's somehow Dodger's cock forcing him open and taking him, so slow and deep.

Deeper. Harder. More. Every thrust seems to go deeper, reaching deep inside him to find new spots to set off his gag reflex, deeper just to drive the message home. It gradually becomes too intense for him to bear, the tip of that toy cock relentlessly working farther and farther down his throat, past the point that anything else has ever gone, fucking so deep that he's never even practiced or felt anything there before. His reaction is immediate: he seizes up, body pitching forward and back arching off the mattress, he grips the sheets so tightly his knuckles go white just to try and keep from throwing Dodger across the room. It's far too much, far too deep, even if he weren't choking desperately the feeling of being penetrated so deep would unsettle him.

It gets worse. Of course it does. As soon as Dodger's hand squeezes his throat he chokes, throat seizing over and over in Dodger's grip, the choking getting worse the more Dodger's grip squeezes his throat around the thick cock inside. Everything is so hot, Dodger's body so hot around him that he's shaking from it, that hand at his throat heated enough to threaten but not burn. Despite the threat Garrett can't stop himself from struggling, despite his distress he can't resist the orgasm looming close, despite all his experience he can't hold back his tears as he chokes harder than he has in years. All he can do is meet Dodger's gaze and beg silently with his eyes.

Dodger waits a moment for Garrett to stop seizing, but he doesn't. His grip tightens a bit and his hand flashes hot, just a warning and not enough to leave a mark. That will come later.

He stops moving his hips entirely, and the hand on his cock picks up speed as Garrett watches him with those desperate, pleading eyes. Dodger lets out a shaking breath, holding in his next as he hits his peak and sprays cum across Garrett's chest. It has to be the best orgasm he's had in years, and it leaves him dizzy and breathless.

There's a few long moments where Dodger is left panting and tingling, hands and legs shaking violently. It takes that long for his brain to get its blood back, for him to realize that Garrett is in distress.

He shifts his grip on the base of the toy, and cocks his head. "Do you need me to pull this out?"

The flash of heat cuts through his red haze of distress with a sharp reminder of what Dodger will do to him if he doesn't submit. As much as he's suffering, as desperate as he is to get it out get it out get it out, Garrett manages to just barely calm down the worst of his thrashing. In lieu of being able use his safe word, he still clings to Dodger's wrist- as if he could somehow pry that hand away from his throat. As if he could fight him off.

No, he can't fight. He can struggle and writhe and choke, he can whimper and arch his back in futile resistance, he can look up at Dodger with tears in his eyes and realize that he's gone too deep. The man seems intent on tormenting him- not only burning and choking him out but also riding his cock so perfectly. Dodger waits until moans moans start making it through Garrett's choking and for his hands to shake where they're holding Dodger's wrist. When a dark flush starts sweeping down Garrett's chest, Dodger stops, abruptly yanking Garrett back from fast-approaching bliss to keep him hovering on the edge. It's torture. Dodger is so fucking hot, coming all over Garrett's chest with a hand on his throat that he can barely stand it. It's incredibly cruel: he finally gets his fantasy, and can't even appreciate it.

After long moments of suffering (chest heaving, cock throbbing, legs shaking), Garrett finally gets Dodger's attention. The question comes as an almost hysterical relief to which he nods emphatically, desperate to be free of this violation. Please, god, please let him out.

Edited 2021-06-10 19:15 (UTC)

Dodger can feel how close Garrett is, can almost smell it in the air. It's tantalizing, too good to pass up even as he starts to question his own actions a bit. But it's fine, just a bit of kink getting out of hand. He got what he wanted, and he'll get Garrett there eventually.

He makes a small noise of affirmation that gets a bit muddled in his heaving breaths, and starts to pull the toy cock out. Slowly, letting Garrett feel every inch of it, letting him see exactly how deep it was. It slides out smoothly, until its head is just barely tucked into Garrett's throat.

That little flash of mischief in Dodger's eyes is the only warning Garrett gets before the cock thickens just a bit, and Dodger crams it back down his throat.

Relief washes over Garrett when Dodger finally unlocks the gag and starts to pull the toy out. It's no surprise that Dodger goes slowly; he always loves to make Garrett really feel whatever he's doing. It's working, too. Garrett can feel every inch as it slowly slides through his throat, freeing him a little more every passing second. A couple times he gags a little, throat fluttering desperately around the thing inside him, but he stays more or less calm knowing that the torment is over.

Except... something is wrong. He's closed his eyes with relief, letting Dodger free him slowly, trembling slightly at the intense sensations. But it's taking far too long. When he opens his eyes, he's stunned to see Dodger already holding the length of a normal size dildo- and they're far from done. Holy fucking shit, how deep inside him was it? His eyes widen with pure shock as it keeps going, pulling out more and more until the toy is nearly the size of Garrett's cock, then more. It's almost as long as Garrett's forearm, and Garrett's stomach drops at the slow realization of exactly how deep the cock had fucked him. So big, and with the head still in his throat there's at least four or five inches left.

Holy shit. Knowing that entire thing was inside him is overwhelming and almost frightening, the distinct sense that this is all wrong. Wrong, too much, too far.

Dodger pulls it almost all the way out, then stops. The gradual but constant slide of the cock out of his throat completely stops, suddenly enough that Garrett furrows his brows suspiciously. There's a look in Dodger's eyes he doesn't like, and the brief flash of foreboding flares into sudden fear when he feels the cock get thicker and harder inside him. Even bigger.

The betrayal almost isn't a surprise- but it is a shock. That massive cock slams into him, forcing all the way down his throat in a heart-stopping instance that sends a shockwave through his suddenly spasming body. Garrett seizes up, back arching and feet scrabbling on the bed for leverage to fight. It's more than his body can handle and so much deeper than he would want even if it didn't make his entire throat helplessly seize up. Being penetrated this deeply feels like more than simple throat-fucking, somehow, like that cock is filling his entire being. His whole world has narrowed down to the cock down his throat, a harsh violation so enormous and inescapable that it brings tears to his eyes. Once again he's trying to pull Dodger's hand away, eyes wide and wet with panic as his body wracks with pitches and lurches that try so, so hard to expel the thing choking him.

It's large enough that Dodger needs both hands to position it properly, and he has to lever Garrett's head back to fit it in. He makes sure Garrett's head stays back after that, angled just right so he can keep pumping the toy in and out, deep and merciless.

It isn't even sexual to him; post-orgasm, it just feels like having a bit of fun before he gets Garrett off. He can still feel the man hard inside of him, so it can't be too bad. Even if the shaking, the desperate hands and the fearful eyes say otherwise. Garrett loves to be pushed, and Dodger is just providing.

"That's it... You've taken bigger than this, right? Maybe not in the mouth." He purrs, cocking his head to the other side like a predator inspecting his kill. "Don't worry... next time we fuck, I'll make sure it's my cock in your mouth."

Garrett tries to struggle, but he may as well be fighting a mountain: Dodger is utterly immovable, from his body above, the legs straddling his hips, the tightness around him. The hand around his neck holding him in an iron grip, forcing his head back with a thumb pressing under his jaw.

He feels completely helpless. He hasn't felt this powerless and vulnerable in a very long time, as Dodger holds him down and fucks his throat in long strokes, hard strokes. As thick as the cock is, Garrett can feel every inch as it works inside him, pulling back enough to almost hope that Dodger might remove it, only for it to force back down his throat again, enormous and brutal. It's so intense that it's actually starting to hurt, stretching his mouth open so wide that his jaw aches powerfully. With every inch that it fucks his throat, sliding hot and heavy over his tongue while roughly penetrating him inside, Garrett shudders, fear roaring in his veins just as surely as lust.

Every stroke makes him shudder, and every shudder makes him gag. If asked why he's so intent on escaping this, Garrett honestly wouldn't have an answer- all he knows is that this thing is terrifying, fucking so deep inside him while he can see how much more Dodger's holding, how huge this thing is, how far inside him it could go. The memory of how it felt to be taken so deeply pounds distantly in his ears like a pulse racing to the frenetic tune of discomfort, violation, and the instinctive panic that comes with suffocating. He can't last a second without choking on it again, body heaving as he tries instinctively to fight, pushing vainly at Dodger's chest while he chokes and cries.

Edited 2021-06-12 02:11 (UTC)

It's so hot, unbelievably hot. The way Garrett's body shudders under him, the way his hands push and dig, the way tears streak down into his hair. It speaks to something primal in him, like he's ripping into a carcass. There's a sick, cold fire burning in Dodger's eyes as he falls into a rhythm, watching Garrett's throat spasm frantically under the vicious assault.

"You look so good like this." His voice is falling back into a lusty purr, making it painfully clear just how much he's enjoying himself. "It'd be a shame to keep you to myself, y'know... Imagine how good it'd feel to get fucked while I'm using your mouth."

He shoves the toy in particularly hard to accent that point.

Garrett jerks hard and cries out around the gag, body spasming from the sudden shock. It's too much, too much, he can't handle it. It's been so long since he took a breath and he doesn't remember what it's like to not have a cock inside him. It doesn't matter if he's taken bigger in his ass before- doesn't Dodger know how much more personal this is? Garrett doesn't have the words to explain, but his answer is written all over him. A cock in the mouth is far more personal than a cock up the ass, it's immediate and inescapable and owning< it's uncomfortable and inconvenient in a way that prevents him from losing focus or blissing out for a second, the way he might do when getting fucked. When a cock can reach down his throat the effect is even more intense- it's an unnatural thing to do, penetrating in ways the body was never meant to endure, abusing someone in the most immediate, personal way.

So he writhes. He squirms hard enough that his hips actually move, giving him the faintest hint of friction. He chokes so hard that his vision blurs from the tears as he beats his hands vainly against Dodger's chest. There's fear racing through him every time he gets a look at how much cock is still in Dodger's hand. It serves as a constant reminder of what Dodger could do to him.

Could. But not yet. Dodger hasn't violated Garrett like that again, leaving just enough space in his brain to hear Dodger's filthy little fantasy. Somehow, it calms the distant reaches of his mind; after all, Dodger talks that way even when everything is fine. Maybe he doesn't realize how truly freaked out Garrett is. Maybe he's just trying to torment the way they might normally while growling out the kind of talk that would normally have Garrett begging to cum.

(Fuck, Dodger's voice is sexy. The same voice that can easily drop Garrett's pants and drive him insane is spinning such a vivid image that he actually shivers to think about.)

Edited 2021-06-12 03:22 (UTC)

Dodger is finally starting to notice Garrett's suffering - no, notice is the wrong word. He's starting to care. There's some part of him, however conscious, that knows he can't just run rampant. His hand slows, and he slips his thumb up to dial the length back a bit. Not enough to pull it from Garrett's throat, but enough that it isn't quite so invasive. More like a reasonable cock - as reasonable as Dodger's or Garrett's could be considered. He leans down to press his lips to Garrett's cheek, and whisper by his ear.

"If you keep fighting, you're gonna piss me off."

There's no real heat in his voice - it's more of a warning than a threat, in his mind. They'd been having a moment before, he'd rather not get frustrated and ruin it. Actually, he thinks he's doing great at controlling his urges.

To his immense relief, the cock inside him starts to pull out a little- just a little. It's still a little longer than his own cock - which is huge - but a little less violating. That small kernel of relief means he has the brain to notice when Dodger kisses him and whispers a threat that sends shivers down his spine.

It's true, though, isn't it? Garrett has seen what happens when Dodger gets angry. Being held down and violated while he wants desperately to safeword is bad, but pissing Dodger off would be far worse. It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to do this, he realizes. What matters is calming down and letting Dodger do whatever he wants.

So despite his distress, despite his discomfort, despite how badly he wants to escape and beg for mercy, Garrett stops fighting. One hand resumes its tight-fisted grip on the bedcovers to ground himself, while the other comes up to paw at Dodger's cheek, his hair. Calming down the helpless pitches of his body is so hard, and he can't help seeking some softness to help himself quiet down the voice in his chest that's screaming for oxygen.

Edited 2021-06-14 01:47 (UTC)

Garrett has stopped fighting, and it calms Dodger down in turn. He takes a deep breath, leaning into the clumsy hand against his cheek with a soft and long sigh. That desperation to please, the self-preservation and fear, really is the sweetest thing.

"Good boy."

He slips the toy fully into Garrett's mouth, flush against his lips as if to lock it in place again. His fingers expertly slip around the dials, making it thicken just a bit more and plunge back down into Garrett's chest. His thumb stays on the back of the gag, keeping it firmly in place no matter how much the man struggles.

And just to make things a little bit worse, Dodger moves his hips gently, squeezing purposefully around the cock still inside of him.

The little moment of sweetness helps a little, but it isn't until Dodger praises him that Garrett starts to calm down. Having some tiny reassurance makes it easier to start forcing his body to settle and slow the desperate spasms of his throat. He fully expects it when Dodger pushes the toy back into his mouth and holds it there- it'd be foolish to think anything else - but it's only the length of his own cock, and Garrett can handle that. It's doable. I'm fine, he reminds himself as his body adjusts around it.

Then it happens again, too suddenly to react. The cock swells in his throat, growing even thicker than it was before, thicker than anything he's felt in years, and- and he jerks and tries to scream when it plunges down deep again, past anything he knows how to take. God, it's too much, he can't take it- he's trying so hard to keep his hands in place, one balled at his side and pulling tensely on the sheet and one clutching Dodger desperately. The urge to push and fight is almost overwhelming, and he has to dig his fingers into the back of Dodger's neck, tightening his frantic grip while his body pitches and shudders.

All he can think about is getting it out, get it out get it out get it out and he wants to be good, he wants to, but he's choking and no matter how badly he needs to be good he can't keep his body still or stop fresh tears from coming. It's too much, he wants to say with wide, pleading eyes, but only allows himself to think help me.

Dodger shudders when Garrett's hand tightens around the back of his neck. It's perfect, how Garrett panics and silently begs for freedom. How his body loses control under the desperation to breathe.

He takes another deep, shaking breath, and pulls the toy cock out. It slides out quickly, weighing itself down and slipping down like a snake as it leaves Garrett's mouth. Dodger follows it up by kissing him playfully, sloppy and affectionate as if it was just some silly play. And now, finally, he rises up and off of Garrett's cock.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

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