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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 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."

Garrett is rapidly losing his mind under the relentless torment, and when Dodger pulls the cock from his throat relief hits him so hard he almost wants to cry. He takes an enormous gasping breath, desperate for the air his lungs so badly need, but can barely get anything before Dodger is on him, kissing him soundly. It's a relatively normal kiss, but Garrett was already so desperate to breathe that he feels a little like he's suffocating in Dodger's mouth. Fuck, fuck, it takes too long for Dodger to pull back, hand tightening in the man's brown hair as he shudders breathlessly, but finally it's over and finally Garrett can breathe again.

It's almost enough to not notice his cock slipping out of Dodger's tight body. It's definitely not enough to care. He has no bones left, only shivers that still run lightly through him like aftershocks, faint shudders that take him now and again like the suggestion of coughs that won't leave his throat. He's keyed up, choked out, and turned on, and there's a pounding ache in his throat and a low ache in his balls. For some reason, he can't stop shaking. It wasn't that bad, right? He told himself it wasn't. And Dodger let him go, and he can breathe now, but he's still trembling slightly.

"Can't move," he rasps hoarsely.

Dodger cocks his head while he looks Garrett over, admiring the way he shakes and shudders with silent coughs.

"I'll bring you a towel, then."

He tries to get up, but his own legs are still shaking and weak. They almost buckle when he moves. Instead he just flops onto Garrett's chest, and snuggles into him.

"Fuck... Maybe not."

Garrett lets out a soft breath and tentatively curls his arm around Dodger's shoulders. Skin contact feels nice on his fraying nerves, but does nothing to quiet the trembling in his hands. It isn't post-climax shaking for him- for some reason, he can't entirely parse what's happening in his head. He feels distantly as though it should be obvious.

"So teleport," he rasps. Maker's breath, his cock is still throbbing. "You can't leave me hanging."

"Give me a second." He grumbles, leaning up again to capture Garrett's lips. "I just got fucked for the first time in what, a year or two?"

It's been far and few between, and never as incredible as that.

After a few moments, though, he lets out an exaggerated groan before rolling off of Garrett and disappearing in a flash of fire. He reappears half a minute later, with a bit of his strength back and a wet washcloth in hand.

"Wipe your face, by the way. Your Beard's full of drool."

Garrett takes the cloth from him shakily, grumbling out a slightly hoarse, "Whose fault is that?"

Despite his complaining, he wipes himself up as best he can. It's hard with his hands still shaking lightly and it's hard to focus on anything with need still throbbing urgently in his loins. The two feelings are starkly at odds with each other.

"After that shit, you better suck me off."

Dodger snorts in response and takes the washcloth back, sitting up so he can swat Garrett with it, and then work on cleaning his face properly.

"Clean up first, I've still got some standards." He scritches Garrett's chin once he's satisfied, and nudges him to sit up. "Want a bath, or do you think you can handle a shower?"

It takes a little effort to sit up, but once he does Garrett feels life flooding back into his body. It's easy to look at Dodger and answer, "shower."

A shower sounds nice. Getting clean, getting fresh. Scrubbing away sweat and cum and the cold remnants of fear.

"Shower it is."

Dodger pauses to stretch, and give Garrett another playful kiss before sliding off the bed and heading for the bathroom. His tail sways back and forth in a tantalizing rhythm behind him.

His bathroom, like the rest of his apartment, isn't anything particularly special. But the bathtub is large, enough so that two people can shower comfortably together. Dodger busies himself getting the water to the right heat, although it might still be a little too hot for Garrett.

Garrett finds himself staring at the tail, not particularly tantalized but simply fascinated. It's still very strange to him, especially at the base where the color is normal skin. Unlike fangs or horns, there's nothing like it he can draw on from home, except desire demons. And Dodger is... nothing like a desire demon.

The thought flits away soon enough as steam starts to fill the small room. When Garrett sticks his hand questioningly into the shower, he hisses lightly. "We aren't all heatproof, you know."

"Maybe we should try to fix that." He teases, before turning the water a bit cooler.

Totally antithetical to the insanity of a few minutes ago, Dodger is now perfectly calm and mild. He winces every once in a while when he moves in a way that his body protests, but otherwise there's no outward sign of what he's been up to.

"Here, try this - is it cold enough?"

Garrett busies himself with brushing his hair and combing his beard, if only for some distraction from staring at Dodger's ass. The man's naked body keeps drawing his attention and is doing absolutely nothing to dispel the hard-on he still has. The aching still inside him.

To Dodger's question, he nods in the affirmative and gets into the shower. Truthfully it's still a touch too warm for his liking, but that's less important than getting clean so he can get Dodger's mouth on his cock.

Dodger slides into the shower beside him, content with how cool the water feels on his skin. Although his focus isn't really on his own body - he's fine, the sweat will wash off anyway. His hands stray to Garrett's hips and he turns the man to face him, rubbing soap across his cum-stained chest while humming quietly.

"Be careful how much you push yourself." His hands stray a little lower, and he glances up with a glint of mischief in his eyes, "Here. Let me."

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