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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 is hiding from him, and Dodger's caught between annoyance and excitement at the sight. He rubs his free hand over Garrett's ass, admiring the curve and squeezing it appreciatively.

"Keep talking... I love hearing you talk." His fingers press in a little harder, forcing Garrett open just a little faster than he needs. "Tell me how it feels. I want to hear how much you love it."

Dodger's rough treatment just adds to the pain making him shudder, and he gives Garrett no quarter. Nowhere to hide. Garrett forces himself to turn his head to the side just enough to speak, though he's trying so hard to focus on not reacting.

"It hurts," he forces out through gritted teeth. It's far from the most painful thing he's ever done, but it's been so long since he's done anything intense or pain-focused that it's a complete shock to his system. "The spike ring at the base, it- it wasn't as bad, but the ones at the end- shit you don't even understand, fucking weird American cocks you don't even- know- how sensitive it is."

That last bit gets a laugh out of Dodger, rough but still full of affection. He leans down to press a kiss to Garrett's shoulder, grinning lazily down at him.

"Oh, I know. You're not my first uncut cock." He pulls his fingers out, pushing Garrett's cheeks apart to admire the stretched hole before his gaze shifts back to the man's face. "Think you can take me, or do you need more?"

Despite all previous evidence, it's a genuine question.

Garrett takes a few deep breaths, once again trying to get ahold of himself. Being empty again is easier, since there's no direct stimulation to drive him mad, and he can already feel his cock trying to soften. The spikes make for an amazing deterrent.

"Does it matter?" His head is spinning with weird submissive thoughts about being used and his cock being useless. "I can't cum or get hard anyway."

So would a little pain really change anything?

"Fair point." He quips, stroking his cock idly before wetting it with lube, and pressing the head into Garrett's ass.

Dodger goes out of his way to press Garrett into the bed as he enters him, pumping into him slowly and forcefully. He wants Garrett to feel it in the cage, to force him up against the spikes.

Being pushed down hurts enough - hard pressure against the cage somehow pushing his cock against the spikes until he thinks he might bleed from it. But when Dodger's thick cock breaches his ass, Garrett yelps into the mattress, shuddering under a wave of pleasure and burning pain. Apparently the prep wasn't enough, not nearly enough. That slow, forceful thrust has the dual effect of sending a pulse of pleasure up his spine and driving a low, burning ache deeper and deeper inside him.

"Shit," he murmurs softly, not making any attempt to get away or even struggle.

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Garrett isn't even struggling. Of course he isn't surprised, the man's always been a masochist. It seems that he always finds a way to one-up himself in that regard. He pushes himself in further, putting a hand between Garrett's shoulder blades to keep him pressed into the mattress.

"Keep talking." He murmurs again, accenting it with another slow thrust. "How does my cock feel?"

Garrett lets out another shaking moan, a low tortured sound that could be pleasure or pain, fangs digging into his lower lip.

"Too big," he breathes, fingers clenching in the sheets. Another gasp, another breath to calm himself from the hurt driving deeper inside him. "I think we- went too fast, it's... too much."

It's his way of asking to stop and try more foreplay first- or letting him draw some blood so he can cast healing magic.

Dodger's fingers dig into Garrett's back, his other hand pulling Garrett's hips up to give himself a better angle.

"That's good." He purrs softly, "That's how you like it, isn't it?"

His next thrust pushes his cock all the way in, groaning with pleasure at the feeling of Garrett's tight body around him. He shifts his hips a bit, fucking Garrett with slow and shallow thrusts just to let him adjust a bit more.

It isn't really a surprise when Dodger response not by granting mercy but by holding him down and fucking him deeper. Part of Garrett is a little taken aback, given the man's tendency to remind Garrett of his limits when it comes to his own tendency to passively accept the pain, but he supposes that rare gentility had to come to an end some time. And now Dodger is getting what he wants: it hurts.

Dodger thrusts in deep, burying his cock to the hilt, driving home both pain and a contradictory pleasure from relentless pressure to his prostate. It pushes a low cry of pain from his wounded throat that trails off into helpless keening as Dodger switches to slow, shallow strokes. As if letting him get used to it. Does Dodger think this feels good?

"Not... not..." He cuts himself off on the next thrust, trying hard to swallow a pained sound that wants to bubble up. "It hurts."

The one silver lining is that at least his cock isn't straining the cage any more. There might be pleasure underlying the pain, but it's too confused for his cock to be reacting like that.

It feels good for Dodger, and at the moment that's all he particularly cares about. That, and he's curious to see how far he can push Garrett. How far can the man accept the pain and torment before he demands to back out?

He answers Garrett's complaint with another harsh thrust, although his rhythm stays slow afterward. The hand on Garrett's back shifts up to his hair, gripping it near the back of Garrett's head while Dodger leans down to growl in his ear.

"Don't worry, you feel fantastic." A soft groan. "Keep talking."

Garrett cries out sharply at that hard thrust, pain tearing through him like fire. It feels good to have his hair pulled, and he usually falls apart so well for that delicious voice, but all of a sudden the only thing he can remember is being pinned to his bed in the middle of the night, nearly crying as this same cock nearly ripped him apart.

"It hurts," he whines, shuddering under each achingly slow thrust. "It feels like your cock is ripping me in half."

Don't worry, Dodger said, as if his own pleasure is the only thing that matters. In his bones, Garrett knows it isn't just dirty talk. That's exactly how Dodger feels.

"Good."

Dodger's rhythm picks up, falling into a steady and unavoidable pace. He stays leaned over the older man, growling and groaning as he fucks him into the mattress. Every shudder feels amazing, the way Garrett's body tightens in protest as he forces him open.

"Fuck... you feel amazing."

Good? Shit. That's not how it usually- even when raping him, Dodger still told Garrett to heal himself from the pain. Even when hurting him, Dodger usually cares about whether or not he feels good. Garrett honestly doesn't know what to do other than shudder and moan as Dodger spikes pain into him over and over. There are things about it that feel good- every time Dodger's cock drags over his prostate, he's awarded with a confusing swell of pleasure amidst the burning hurt that makes him whine.

"I thought you wanted to- to make it hard for me," he pants in between plaintive, senseless sounds. "Make it feel so good that the cage got tight."

Dodger's hand moves from Garrett's hair, gripping into the sheets by his head to steady himself. He laughs softly at Garrett's complaints, pressing his lips against the man's shoulder in what would be a kiss if his mouth wasn't forced open by his own ragged breaths.

"Thought you liked it rough... You gonna pussy out now?"

He slows down to a crawl to give Garrett some room to answer... Although as soon as the man speaks, he interrupts him with a sudden thrust. Only the first attempt, though.

"I li- AH!" Garrett cried out sharply, breath hitching almost violently in his throat at a cruel spike of pain. "I like it rough, I don't like- this."

Unable to handle it any longer, Garrett bites down on his own hand until his fangs pierce the skin, drawing just enough blood to draw power from. His hands start to glow with the familiar faint white-blue light of healing magic that he spins inward, desperately seeking out the tearing and pain deep inside his body to heal.

Dodger growls softly, but he can't stop the man from biting his own damn hand. Immediately afterward, though, he grabs Garrett's wrist and pins it down to the bed.

Another hard thrust, and Dodger growls in his ear.

"Not all the way. I want you to feel it."

He switches it up, almost as a punishment. Slow but deep, striking hard on his way in. He doesn't have to be as careful, after all, now that Garrett is healed.

He lets out another strangled yelp as Dodger fucks into him viciously. So Dodger really doesn't want him to feel good- he really, really wants to hurt him. Garrett's heart sinks in his chest, but he keeps going. It's hard, the healing light flickers and loses focus with every harsh thrust that fucks a helpless, hurt sound from him, but he slowly keeps healing himself.

Not all the way, though. He stops well before he wants to. There's a perfect spot to aim for where it's comfortable enough that he can try to focus on the pleasure, but there's still some pain left. Just enough that Garrett really, really wishes he could keep going.

But it's good enough to melt some of the tension in his body. Enough for the tone of his cries to start changing.

Dodger can tell when the cries change, the exact moment when Garrett starts feeling pleasure as well as pain. And that's the perfect point, exactly how he wants him to feel.

"That's it... fuck." He groans, gripping Garrett harder and likely leaving bruises. "You're such a good slut for me."

With the pain ebbing away somewhat, Garrett is able to moan with real pleasure in his voice at the next thrust. Suddenly he can feel Dodger's cock not just tearing him apart but driving into his oversensitive body, rolling a pressured wave of dizzying heat up his spine. It only gets worse when Dodger growls filth in his ear that makes him melt in Dodger's hands a little, shuddering with that tormented mix of sensation.

Dodger grasps Garrett's hair again, just playing with it for a moment before yanking it to move Garrett's head around for a kiss. It's harsh and claiming, and he continues to fuck him through it. Steady, hard strokes.

"Did I tell you to stop talking?" Another thrust. "Tell me how it feels."

He gasps into that rough kiss, head spinning from the thrill of that harsh pull on his hair and the sheer force Dodger puts into it. As if Dodger's utter domination was ever in question, the man harshly takes Garrett's mouth the same way he takes his body, brutal and merciless and forcing Garrett to yield until he whimpers helplessly into Dodger's mouth, overcome from the sudden press of spikes.

As if he ever had a choice.

When Dodger breaks the kiss to growl out another order, Garrett's cock feels like it's on fire, surrounded by pain on every side, the cruelty of metal driving into the soft, sensitive head making him want to scream. He's dizzied with it, breathless from the riot of feeling. It takes him a second to process Dodger's words with how hard Dodger's fucking him.

"Feels- feels so... It's so much, it hurts, I can't breathe," he groans, shuddering from a surge of agony from his cock. He tries to reach up behind him, thoughtlessly seeking to hold on to Dodger for dear life, but the man is pushing him too hard into the bed to move, and he ends up grabbing the sheets and whining. "The cage, I can't."

As if the simple pain wasn't bad enough, it's made so much worse by the sheer torment of being unable to get hard, left only to strain against cold steel forcing it into submission both outside and from that brutal metal sound within. It hurts to be soft, and that discomfort threads into his helpless cries.

That whimper sets Dodger's insides on fire, making his fingers dig into skin and grip harshly into Garrett's hair. He has to actively hold himself back from ripping the man apart, has to hold back his strength until it's just enough to hurt and not enough to injure. Dodger's breath is sharp and unnaturally hot, and Garrett's body feels blissfully cold around him.

"Fuck..." He groans again, capturing another kiss, "Tell me how much you love it."

Maybe, on some level, he just wants to hear the word 'love' on Garrett's lips. Even saying it himself, out of context, makes a shiver run down his spine.

Dodger's grip on him is starting to really hurt, adding another layer of pain to the agony from his tormented cock and the burning ache deep inside. There's too many kinds of pain and too many kinds of pleasure, the hand in his hair and the cock in his ass and the rough hands on him that so easily hold him down. Dodger is incredible when he's like this, lusty and half-feral, kissing with as much passion and fury as he fucks with, holding him tight enough that Garrett feels like he's tearing apart.

"I- I love it," he gasps raggedly, starting to fall apart, shuddering and moaning plaintively against the younger man's cheek. When he tries for another kiss, all he manages is to snag his fangs against Dodger's lip before dissolving into shaking moans again. "I need more, please Dodger I need it, I want to get hard, I want to come."

It hurts but that's not what he means- he loves the pleasure, the feeling of being stretched (even if it's too much), the feeling of Dodger's thick cock moving hard and heavy inside him (even if every stroke drives a burning hurt deeper and deeper inside, until the pain feels like it's a part of him). It drives him mad that he can't have everything he wants.

The begging gets answered with husky laughter, and with Dodger shoving Garrett's head back against the mattress. His name on Garrett's lips is music to his ears, pleasing the man as much as the beast. Almost as a reward, he sinks his teeth into Garrett's shoulder and grips on tightly with his sharp teeth

He's getting close, though, and Garrett's reactions are making it snowball. Dodger's hands are shaking slightly, his body heating up with the tell-tale signs of a coming orgasm. No longer able to speak, he just focuses on shifting their bodies, finding the exact right angle to pound into Garrett's prostate until he tumbles over the edge.

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