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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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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."

Garrett doesn't even do anything for the first minute or so except stand there in the water and enjoy it. Honestly, the hot water hitting his skin, soaking his hair, and running down his body relaxes him on a level he hadn't expected. It's still so early in the day- barely dinner time yet - and he's already so tired.

It's strange to be this tired without having climaxed. His heart rate is still coming down from before, and his arms protest when he reaches for the shampoo bottle. Reaching high enough to wash his hair feels daunting. In fact, he still has a handful of shampoo when Dodger turns him around, though Garrett gladly lets it fall in favor of sliding his hands down Dodger's sides, curled around his back to hold him close.

"Thanks for the help," he murmurs, cock waking up easily despite how odd he feels. Even if his head is acting strange, his body hasn't forgotten how close they came, and Dodger's hands feel so damn good. "Make sure to be really thorough."

Dodger purrs softly at Garrett's hands on his skin, moving just a bit closer to encourage it. "Of course... wouldn't want to miss a spot."

He doesn't go for Garrett's cock, though, that would be too easy. He focuses on the chest, then his fingers spread down along his stomach, around his back and down to his ass. He pulls Garrett closer, letting their breath mingle as his hands finally go back to Garrett's hips.

"How're you feeling?"

He'll wait until Garrett starts to answer, before he wraps a hand around Garrett's cock and starts slowly rubbing soap into the skin.

As eager as Garrett is to get what's his, he does pause at first to let Dodger take his time on his chest. Maker knows it needs the attention. Not to mention how nice Dodger's hands feel and how tantalizing their slow journey down his stomach is. As achingly turned on as he was only minutes ago, it doesn't take much for him to completely forget his hesitation and disquiet. With Dodger's hands on his ass, with their lips so close, he's already hard again, cock pressing against Dodger insistently.

"Like I'm going to kill you if you don't-" His breath hitches. Fuck, Dodger's hand is so warm, soft but with little patches of roughness, rubbing slowly enough to make him stumble. "-Finish what you started."

He leans in, hungrily seeking a kiss.

Dodger is caught a little off-guard by the kiss, and laughs into it before returning it properly. His hand never stops moving, always careful to get every inch of Garrett's cock, sliding under his foreskin and giving special attention to the sensitive head.

"I'm not about to back out now... Tasting you is the best part." He sighs contentedly, letting his other hand wander up to play with Garrett's beard.

Garrett barely manages to restrain himself through that kiss, gingerly lifting his injured arms to drape tiredly around Dodger's shoulders, fangs suddenly in the way and catching on Dodger's lips as his breath stutters slightly. It feels so good that he can't stand it- after being teased for so long, after being dragged back from the edge then enduring Dodger sitting on his cock, hot and tight but unmoving, for long minutes while being tortured - after being left unsatisfied - his nerves are still frayed and achingly sensitive, heating his blood and quickening his pulse almost embarrassingly quickly.

Somehow, though, the man's words are the worst. Tasting him. Tasting him? Dodger talks about tasting his cock, blatantly flaunting his freedom to choose what goes in his mouth, as if the last 15 minutes never happened. As if they were just some silly little game. Garrett's temper flares and with a sudden burst of energy he turns and pins Dodger to the wall, pulling Dodger's hair and shoving a knee between his legs.

"The best part is shutting the fuck up and doing as you're told," he growls, panting hard with both arousal and exertion. He's hoping his energy will cover the fact that his grip on Dodger's hair is incredibly weak, and that he probably just used the last of his meaningful strength.

One moment Dodger is being kissed and bitten, and the next he's shoved and pinned to the wall. The hand in his hair might be weak but it's still enough to send a shiver through him, and he looks up at Garrett with clear arousal of his own.

"Yeah?" He purrs, slipping his fingers down to play with Garrett's balls. "And what if I don't? I got my rocks off, I could just leave."

Any answer Garrett might have cuts off sharply when Dodger starts touching his balls. He's been so sore and sensitive ever since Dodger dragged him cruelly away from that edge, all while being teased and squeezed and throat-fucked, and that aching pressure never really went away. It was why he was so quick to arouse just from Dodger's hands on his chest and why he moved so quickly to anger now. And to have Dodger actually touching them...

He drops his head and shudders hard into the curve of Dodger's throat. It's all he can do to find a spot of pale skin to mouth at, fangs digging in as he tries to hide an embarrassing moan. Dodger talked back, he teased, and Garrett has to say something. Has to...

Truth be told, though, Garrett doesn't actually have an answer. His usual way of brat taming is being big and strong, which his injured body can't do. His other tactic is silencing the abilities of superpowered boyfriends, but he can't do that right now, either. He's powerless, weak, and trying so hard not to outright fall apart from the simple touch of Dodger's hand.

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