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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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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.

Dodger chuckles softly, sliding his fingers over the cage and even dipping them in to brush against Garrett's straining cock before he finally loosens the attachment keeping the spikes in place, and slides them off.

"There. Little more comfortable, right?" Another kiss, and he loosens his grip to let Garrett move freely again. "Let's keep it on for tonight, see if you can earn your way out tomorrow. I'm beat."

Dodger gets a shaking moan for his troubles before loosening the spikes- and when they finally come off, Garrett lets out a huge, ragged gasp from a surge of relief at having those torments lifted, keening a little into that kiss. The instant Dodger lets go, Garrett collapses down onto his chest, panting hard from exertion as if he just ran a mile.

Then he picks his head up and gives Dodger a horrified look. Did he just hear him right?

"Tomorrow?" he rasps, thoroughly shocked. "What are you talking about?"

"What do you think I'm talking about?" Dodger runs his fingers through Garrett's beard affectionately. "The cage. It's staying on tonight. We'll see when you can earn your way out."

Apparently, the question has made 'tomorrow' fall out the window.

Garrett exhales softly and leans into Dodger's hand, still feeling needy and touchy from the frustrated almost-arousal coursing through him. It's a strange mindset, almost softer than frustration.

And yet, the prospect of being in this thing for Maker knows how long is... daunting. He opens his eyes to meet Dodger's gaze again and very nearly argues- but as the cage seems to tighten around him, Garrett closes his mouth and nods obediently.

"You didn't need to stop playing with it." This, in spite of how torturous it is.

Edited 2021-06-22 17:40 (UTC)

"Oh yeah?" Dodger grins lazily, scratching his fingers along Garrett's scalp and bringing him down for another kiss. "Maybe I'm bored and ready to sleep."

It's exactly what he is.

"Try to get some rest, take something for it if you can't. Don't touch it without permission, understand?"

Garrett makes a quiet noise of frustration into the kiss. Even if he can't get hard or feel real satisfaction, being teased would be something. Anything. Being denied is something he's familiar with, but the fact that Dodger doesn't even want to bother with teasing him makes him feel like a goddamn sex toy. Like he really, truly has no agency in this.

That feeling only grows when Dodger forbids him from touching himself, earning another tiny, irritated little grunt. Shit, even Caitlin let him torture himself.

"Fine." Garrett isn't exactly sulking, but he is wrapping his mind around the longevity of this, and the prospect of feeling this relentless ache for as long as Dodger wants to toy with him. "Can I-" A cough catches in his throat as he tries to keep enough voice to speak. "Can I at least heal myself? If you have a knife, I can."

Dodger has plenty of knives, but finding one takes far too much brain power. He sighs softly, looking as if he's really considering it, before holding a hand up.

"Give me your hand."

If (when) Garrett complies, Dodger is driving his teeth into the palm until his draws blood.

Garrett supposes that oddly sexual ways of drawing blood are just something he'll have to get used to. Truth be told, he doesn't entirely mind- though he does hiss with pain when Dodger's teeth break the skin. The bright red blood welling up draws Garrett in, making it enticingly easy to reach out with his magic and draw on the power it holds.

"What am I allowed to heal?" He look at Dodger questioningly, holding a palm full of warm blue light. "I don't want to scar."

And now he remembers the side of power that he doesn't like; micromanaging is a pain in the ass.

He sighs and shrugs, "Fix your shoulder, and whatever else you're worried about. Just don't go crazy with it."

He doesn't know how blood magic works, but he kind of doubts that bite will go all that far anyway.

Garrett nods and gets to work. Since the shoulder bite is the biggest thing that's most likely to fester or scar, he starts with that. As it turns out, he needn't have asked. That's actually all he has the energy to do before feeling completely drained. After spending the last little bit of his mana on healing his hand, he flops over next to Dodger.

"In Hell, the cage had a belt attachment. Did you see it? The cage is goddamn heavy on its own."

Edited 2021-06-22 18:32 (UTC)

It's also roughly the amount of time it takes for Dodger to settle down to sleep, and the question is mostly answered with an annoyed twitch of his brow.

"Didn't see it, it's probably still in your bag. You get it."

Edited 2021-06-22 18:34 (UTC)

Garrett rolls his eyes a little. "Alright, alright- I was just asking."

After giving Dodger a kiss on the forehead, he gets up to find it, cupping the cage somewhat ridiculously as he walks. The thing is fucking heavy. The belt helps and has the dual effect of hugging the cage snug to his body to make it even tighter. After a couple minutes, a sleeping pill, and a very large glass of water he returns, feeling thoroughly restrained, and slips into bed with Dodger. Sleep time now.

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