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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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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.

The fact that Dodger doesn't give him what he wants is somehow even more of a turn-on than actual satisfaction would be. He answers that shock of brutality and agony with a sharp cry that tears from his wounded throat. Being held down and bitten savagely like a bitch getting bred ignites something animal deep inside him, a part of him that has always yearned profoundly to be controlled and dominated. To surrender carrying the weight of the world by surrendering his choices, to no longer worry about keeping everyone together and just be kept. The pain itself is a gift: he's spent so much of his life in war and combat, facing violence and death that shedding blood without the threat of death is liberating.

And Dodger is so good at it. Garrett has never met someone so good at hurting and being hurt, never met a person who understood his desperate need for ownership so keenly, no matter how it terrifies him. In this moment there is no fear or trepidation, all his doubt and skepticism is stripped away like so many layers of protective armor, leaving him laid utterly bare in Dodger's arms.

He can't stop the almost embarrassing sounds he's making, or the way every stroke makes him melt. Every thrust drives into him in just the right way to crash another wave of hot pleasure over him until he's mad with it, shaking and pleading as his legs shake and heart races from it. All the while, his poor cock is reacting helplessly, swelling in defiance of the spikes until he can actually feel the bars of the cage, and the spikes are digging in so cruelly that he's sure they must have drawn blood. They haven't, but the pain is so intense that he's almost crying with it- and his desperation to be allowed to feel his arousal. He's so turned on and he wants so badly to feel it, but he can't. He can't even beg to cum- first, he has to beg for the privilege of getting hard.

A noise that's entirely animal escapes his mouth as he comes, feeling the pleasure rush through him like a gas fire. The heat seems to center on the hand gripping into Garrett's hip, leaving a burning handprint behind before his skin cools.

His body is shaking slowly as he pulls out and rolls over, having to lay there and catch his breath, return to humanity. He can't remember the last time he came that hard, and for the moment he still can't speak.

Something Garrett hasn't felt in a very long time happens: Dodger's skin flares hot enough to actually burn, searing a handprint into his skin. Coupled with the flood of warmth low inside him - that suddenly stings, inflaming the pain deep in his abused body - Garrett nearly screams with it, shuddering hard as pleasure rolls over him in waves that tease but never, ever satisfy.

When Dodger pulls out and rolls over, he leaves Garrett lying there, a quivering mess of blood and sweat with hot cum sticky on his thighs. He's so keyed-up that he rolls over immediately, pawing at Dodger with aimless, needy motions that have him almost whimpering just from the intense, overwhelming frustration paired with pleasure hot enough to make him needy and pain intense enough to erase his higher thinking. He's still shaking, thighs quivering and hands trembling, balls tight and swollen and sore as his cock presses hard against the cage bars despite the agonizing spikes digging in.

Fuck, he feels like he wants to cry. There's no point in begging or asking for anything and he knows it, so with absolutely on recourse for his need, Garrett buries his face into Dodger's chest to stifle a very deep, very raspy, nearly inaudible whimper.

At first Dodger is too burnt out to respond, just laying there while Garrett burrows into him. But he can't complain, he loves the needy attention and it's worth pushing himself to reward it.

Dodger's hand moves up to rub Garrett's back, keeping him close until he can work up enough energy to hook a finger under the older man's chin, and guide him into a kiss. Slow, passionate, full of all the possessive and affectionate feelings that buzz through his head in moments like this.

"You're so beautiful, y'know that?" He sighs softly, and presses another kiss to his lips. "You want to come out of that thing?"

Garrett leans up into that kiss with a soft, hoarse sound and buries his hand in Dodger's hair, holding on like his life depends on it. Dodger's slow, passionate affection is met with shivering need and pure, desperate fire. Every cell in his body is buzzing and he still feels torn-apart by feeling, from the stinging of that fresh burn to the warmth and pain inside to the pure agony radiating from his cock, all underlined by aching, pounding frustration that has his heart racing.

At Dodger's question, his hand tightens in Dodger's hair as he shudders against a surge of desire. He wants to say yes. When those words come he wants more than anything to moan yes, please, let me out, I need it, but something stops him.

"You're not going to let me, are you?"

Somehow, he doesn't think it'll be quite that easy. And, notably, he doesn't try his luck.

Dodger's eyes light up a bit at that answer, and he grins. Garrett hadn't taken the bait, and he can respect that.

"No, I'm not." Another kiss. "Not until you can get soft again."

He slides a hand down to Garrett's ass, and guides the man into his lap. Mostly just so he can knead Garrett's ass cheeks lazily, admiring his body as if he doesn't notice the desperation burning in that beautiful body.

Garrett lets Dodger manhandle him, going with his guidance without a shred of resistance. The position he ends up in is a fucking tease- straddling Dodger's hips, leaning down to kiss him with a hand in that short brown hair. He moans softly at Dodger's touch, strong hands kneading his ass and lighting his mind up with thoughts of all the other things Dodger could be doing to him.

(And highlighting the stinging ache inside him from what Dodger already did.)

"It's so weird to be this turned on," he murmurs, his free hand running aimlessly over Dodger's warm skin. Aimless pawing, cuddly neediness without a goal, pointlessly grinding his caged cock against Dodger without even realizing he's doing it. "And not be hard. It feels like I'm not even allowed to be turned on yet, or- it's hard to explain."

If Dodger makes him sit up, he'll be able to see the effects of his work: Garrett's impressive cock, bent down and forced into a limp, useless position, unwillingly soft from being unable to grow but still straining at the metal cage that looks five sizes too tight. It's pushing desperately at the bars, which means the spikes are digging in hard enough that it's obvious to the naked eye and indeed looks incredibly cruel. He's dripping with need and below the cage, his sack is swollen and tender to the touch. Garrett doesn't necessarily want Dodger to see it, though. He's content to keep kissing, and trying not to find the words to explain the curious feelings running through him. If he thinks about it too much he'll find something deeply embarrassing, and for now the frustration is enough.

Dodger shifts his hands up to Garrett's hips, effortlessly stopping him from grinding because even if he can't feel it, he doesn't deserve the catharsis. He does make Garrett pause after a few more kisses, and sit up so that Dodger can admire the view of his cock crushed and confined into that spiked cage. He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a satisfied sigh, reaching to trace his fingers over the metal.

"You've been a woman before, you can handle getting turned on without a cock." His fingers travel further, brushing curiously along Garrett's balls. "Actually, you've been a man without a cock too. Nothing new."

It's all so frustrating: Dodger holding him still so he can't try to grind, denying him even the useless "satisfaction" of something he can't even really feel. The way Dodger manhandles him so easily, denying him the kisses and contact he craves and forcing him to sit up. Even the man's fingers trailing over the metal makes some tiny incidental contact with his skin, making his breath catch harshly in his chest.

Garrett tries to answer the comment about being a woman, but is rather badly derailed by the shock of Dodger's touch. He pitches forward and plants his hands on Dodger's chest, leaning heavily while he tries so hard not to thrust into Dodger's grip- or beg for the pain to stop.

In his distraction, that second comment takes a moment to land. When the words man without a cock finally pierce his consciousness, his cheeks go bright red and his heart stutters a little in his chest with a surge of desire.

"It- it doesn't feel like either of those," he says in a painful, raspy croak. He has to pause to take a deep breath, once again trying to quell any errand whimpers of pain that want to bubble up. "It's different."

There's that familiar spark of mischief in Dodger's eyes, and they light up with a lazy, crackling fire. It's fairly rare to see Garrett genuinely embarrassed, and by something sexual of all things... he has to milk this.

"God, you're so cute." He grins, dragging Garrett down to kiss him before forcing him to sit back up. "Hands behind your back. I want to get a good view."

And of course, he wants to keep ghosting his fingers over Garrett's balls, and tapping lightly against the cage. Seeing what sort of reactions he can get.

Garrett has no choice but to let Dodger move him around. The more Dodger does, the more the man effortlessly manipulates Garrett like a doll, the tighter his cage feels- and it's obvious. It's visible, the way his cock swells just a little bit, those spikes digging in even harder, making him wince in worsening pain. Of course he stays obedient, though, submissively locking his hands behind his back to display himself for Dodger.

His cheeks are burning. His cock and balls are throbbing, making him yip whenever Dodger taps the cage and sets off a little spike of pain from the constant, aching current that he's been breathing through this entire time. He hurts so badly, and his cheeks are burning.

It's odd, this embarrassment. Normally, treatment like this would be cause for delight, with the only hesitation coming from physical intensity or overwhelm. But he's never been in a situation quite so vulnerable with someone this dangerous before. Usually it was with people he trusted- and he can't say that he entirely trusts Dodger. Not yet. Not again. And the other times he's done very vulnerable things, he was either chemically or mentally altered, or it was with the understanding that it was all temporary.

This? This is different. This is baring himself utterly before a man whom he knows would gladly tear him apart. This is a dangerous predator drawing from him submissive desires so strong that he's actually startled by how badly he wants it- and to be here now, realizing how profoundly he's responding to this level of humiliation... It's almost too much. It's one thing to offer up one's absolutely deepest, weakest, most vulnerable, embarrassing parts. It's quite another to have them ripped from him by someone he knows wants to devour him.

And he can't stop whimpering.

Dodger himself gets off on humiliation, and on danger - every single one of his friends has chastised him about how he pursues dangerous men who don't give a shit about him, who will pick him clean and spit him out. But there's something new and thrilling about being on the other end, and seeing someone else look at him with that level of unsteady, reckless vulnerability. He feels like he could get high, just from the sight of Garrett like this.

Somewhere in there, some gears start to finally turn, that have been grinding fruitlessly for years. He likes being on this end, finds it satisfying in a way that begging and cowering never was.

"Look at you, trembling like a newborn deer..." He taps his knuckles playfully against Garrett's chin, before trailing his fingers down the man's chest. His fingers are hot, not enough to burn but enough to leave trails that sting in the cool air. "You always look so good when you're submitting for me, y'know that? Makes me wish I could watch you like this, all night long."

He slows down for those last three words, drawing them out to let Garrett imagine all sorts of things Dodger is wishing to do to him. His fingers slide down to the tip of the cage, and he heats the metal experimentally, careful not to take it up too much.

A shiver runs down Garrett's spine as Dodger's fingers run down his chest, following the stinging trail with tiny little jolts of pleasure that seem to connect to the burn still stinging on his hip. He stays submissively silent through Dodger's little speech, but lets the words wash over him, rich with promise. Maker, the mind boggles to imagine what Dodger wants to do to him. Giving him an inch this time has left him so sore he might not be able to walk tomorrow- or talk. What on Earth else is up his sleeve?

Apparently, an advanced version of his usual warming-the-piercing move. Dodger's heat spreads across the cage, warming his entire cock in a way that rather cruelly tries to encourage blood to rush in. While hissing from the cage growing tight, he suddenly gasps when the heat travels again- not over the cage but through the metal sound. Feeling Dodger's heat from within makes him almost dizzy, flushing dark at the warmth going so deep inside his cock that he can barely breathe.

"Fuck," he moans. "I can feel you- everywhere."

Dodger is taking him everywhere- even parts of him that shouldn't be possible to take.

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