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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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"Mmm, that's right... You really like getting needles stuck in you."

His fingers very quickly find Garrett's nipples and start tracing soft circles around them, barely ghosting over the skin.

"If we're being honest, though... I could give or take piercing your body. I want to grip your skin, and feel it burning under my touch."

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"Hn."

His next breath makes the softest sound as he exhales, eyes falling shut from the faint ghosting of sensation where he's so sensitive. Somehow, the pleasure is sharper for being so slight.

"You love burning me," Garrett murmurs, cock stirring at the memory of needles. "I hate the fucking burns."

He doesn't remember the second time they met- in the club, when he touched burns at his throat while coming.

"You haven't given them a chance, you were always covering them up before he saw them."

There's no heat in that, but he's careful not to actually say Barry's name. It feels like a step too far.

"I want to see my handprints on your skin." He pulls Garrett closer, gripping into his chest and softly kneading the flesh, "I want everyone else to see who you belong to."

Garrett also closes his eyes against the unsaid name, letting it whizz by him so he can stay in the moment. When the moment is filled with rough hands and soft touches, it's easy to focus- especially when Dodger's hands grip harder and toy with the sensitive pink flesh more intently. It makes little shivers of pleasure race over his skin, chasing through his nerves and going straight to his cock until he finds himself pressing back against Dodger, grinding his ass against the other man.

"You like marking your lovers." A memory of a conversation returns to him from very long ago that sends a little thrill down his spine at the thought of being marked. Is Dodger finally pressing his claim? He doesn't think he wants to be branded like cattle, but... will he have a choice? "A handprint."

Dodger hums his approval when Garrett starts to press back against him, and he answers in turn by grinding up against him. His jeans dull the sensation quite a bit, but it's the excitement of having this man available, ready to be taken whenever he wants, that's really fueling him.

"That's right." He murmurs, one hand slipping down to Garrett's hip and pulling him in closer. "What do you say - are you gonna heal it again this time?"

Garrett lets himself be pulled around and manhandled, melting into the touch a little as Dodger's cock hardens against his ass. His hand ghosts over the one at his chest in a quick entreaty not to stop, but to keep going- to do this even more.

"I don't like burns," he answers, grinding tight against Dodger's cock. "There are so many more fun ways to claim me."

Dodger lets out a huff of laughter, at the way that Garrett so clearly begs for him to keep going. And of course he obliges, pinching and tugging on that nipple while his hips slowly and pointedly shift against Garrett's ass.

"More fun according to who?" He teases softly. "But sure, I'll bite. What do you want me to do to you this time, slut?"

"I don't know," he breathes, shivering from the little jolts of sharp feeling, both pleasure and sweet pain, that have Garrett's cock rock-hard in his jeans. "There are so many options."

Garrett turns in Dodger's arms and pulls the man in close, keeping his hands on Dodger's hips to help them grind together. The hope is that Dodger will use his other hand for something more interesting, now that he has easy access to Garrett's chest.

"There's a whole bag of toys, I'm sure we could think of something."

Dodger's eyes light up when Garrett turns around, and his hands return to both kneading and gripping at the older man's chest. He leans up to steal a short kiss, still a little heady from knowing that he can do that whenever he likes.

"I have a couple ideas." He hums softly, "If you want to prove your loyalty."

"Loyalty?"

His eyes light up with excitement and his heart beats a little faster. Dodger has to be talking about the cage.

"Haven't I proven that enough times before?"

With his hands on Garrett's chest, he can feel how the man's heart speeds up. He can almost smell the excitement, and it brings a smirk to his lips.

"Not if you're questioning me."

He reaches a hand down to Garrett's pants, undoing them with rough motions and shoving them down so he can palm at the man's cock.

"What do you say, do you want to play for a bit?"

The distant thought tumbles through Garrett's mind that he's entirely too easy. It shouldn't be so simple to captivate him with a single hand, but as soon as Dodger touches his cock, Garrett is a little entranced.

"Yes," he exhales, bringing his hands to Dodger's face instead. Instead of saying more, Garrett drags Dodger up for a playful, excited kiss.

A winning smirk spreads across his face, muffled only when he answers that kiss. He wraps an arm around Garrett's shoulders to pull him closer, to tangle his fingers in that inky black hair.

His other hand stays on Garrett's cock, expertly stroking it and tugging him gently away from the counter by it. Because as soon as they've got a clear path he can teleport them.

Which, yep, Garrett is getting teleported to the bedroom by his dick. Dodger places them at just the right spot so he can knock the other man onto the bed, and straddle his lap while he leans down to continue those affectionate kisses.

Garrett doesn't think he'll ever get entirely used to the way teleportation knocks the wind out of him. He's still panting when Dodger shoves him down and climbs on him, making it very easy for the other man to take him by surprise and capture his mouth happily.

Which... nope, not complaining. It feels pretty fucking great, and he loves Dodger's enthusiasm. Garrett's hands come up again to the man's face, this time threading into his hair and holding on.

"What are you going to do to me?" His eyes light up. "And will it involve being tied up? You never tie me up."

Dodger purrs at the hands in his hair, leaning into it and closing his eyes in bliss for a moment before capturing another kiss.

"Sounds like you want to be tied up." He teases softly. "But yes, that was the plan. What do you think - on your back, your knees or your stomach? What's the most comfortable?"

He knows Garrett could use the toy he's planning for in any of those positions. Really, he's just letting the man pick his own poison.

"And if you're a good boy, we can play with your favorite toy afterward."

"On my back," he answers easily. Knees is usually easier if fucking is on the menu, but Garrett knows Dodger would just put him on his back for that no matter what- might as well start out in an easier position.

Garrett leans up for another deep, hungry kiss.

"Look in the smaller bag, there's a lot of stuff."

Unbeknownst to him, there was also a pouch in that bag that had surprises for Dodger. A few toys - devious and enchanted - and a couple potions and drugs that only Hell could have thought of. And, of course, the collar Garrett never wanted to use. The final surprises were the aphro and Viagra tucked away. He hasn't seen it- he never got a chance, since he was hospitalized when Dodger first got to it.

Dodger slides off of Garrett's lap, and his clothing falls to the floor on his way over to check the bag. He glances over while he's unbuttoning his jeans and just mumbles, "Strip."

He'd moved some things out of this bag while Garrett was in the hospital. Things the man would probably hide if he realized it had come with them. But there are fun toys in there, toys that Dodger is happy to incorporate. Maybe not this time, though.

Looking theatrically unsatisfied, Dodger instead pulls out the lower drawer from his nightstand. A few supplies come out of there - a small Altoids container, a length of red rope, a fleshlight sort of reminiscent of a demon's count, and a thick metal collar with a chain for a leash.

"What do you think?"

Stripped and naked, Garrett waits on the bed for Dodger to get ready, eyes slowly widening as Dodger takes out item after item. The silken rope- familiar and desired. The toy - strange and not nearly as intense as he'd expect, but the demonic detailing seems to speak otherwise. It's the collar that really gets his attention, making his stomach clench with that familiar tortured fascination.

"I think... whatever's in that tin will change everything," he says slowly. "And that collars might be more fun on my knees."

He licks his lips uncertainly, cock full and heavy between his legs.

"Your decision."

"I think you're right. On both count."

He opens the tin, and pulls out a candy. It's smaller than what they're used to, shaped almost more like a small pill.

"A friend of mine figured out how to condense them a bit." He explains as he offers it to Garrett, "They'll melt on your tongue, just keep it on the tip while it works its magic."

He doesn't need one himself, he knows this'll keep him aroused enough as it is. He just tips his head toward the floor, as he picks up the rope.

"On your knees, then. It'll be more comfortable on the floor. And cross your arms behind your back."

Garrett examines the candy curiously after he takes, it and inspects the semi-familiar pill for a moment before popping it into his mouth. He holds the thing on the top of his tongue behind his teeth and lets it dissolve while watching Dodger raptly.

On his knees. Right.

"Yes sir," he agrees with a little rush that leaves him a bit light-headed. With a fervent nod he moves to get up. His pulse pounds faintly in his ears at the order, making him all too eager to sink to his knees. When he kneels on the cold floor and crosses his arms obediently, it's a thrill to gaze up at Dodger and grin, "Is this right?"

"That's perfect." Dodger answers, slinking around to stoop and tie Garrett's arms.

He works quickly, but it isn't just a quick tie. He loops the ropes around Garrett's chest, building up a simple bind that also accentuates Garrett's chest. Once he's satisfied, he picks up the collar and signals for Garrett to tip his head back, give him room to put it on.

"You always look so pretty when you're tied up."

Garrett kneels obediently while Dodger binds him up. It's thrilling as always to submit to it, to willingly accept restraint and helplessness. Something about it always feels so right. This is where he belongs.

That feeling twists awkwardly in his chest when Dodger picks up the collar. Collars have very intense associations in his world- with slavery, with abuse, with oppression. Horror. To be collared is to be a thing belonging to someone, all individuality and personhood gone.

At the same time, the thought of belonging to Dodger is intensely hot. It feels a little bit self-harming when he obeys, but his cock is eager- even more so when Dodger praises him like that. Who could resist those eyes, that voice, or the heat rising in his skin?

"I'm always pretty," he says, forgetting the candy. When he stops holding it in place the pill falls to the back of Garrett's throat, missing some of the dosage but letting the warmth spread quicker to his fingers and toes.

Dodger grins at him, bringing a hand to Garrett's chin and running his thumb over those perfect lips.

"Of course you are." That gravelly, flat tone of his voice tends to make everything sound a little sarcastic, but he really does mean it.

Dodger closes the collar around Garrett's neck, and lingers a moment to run his fingers through that glorious beard. One hand tangles into Garrett's hair as the other pulls the chain taut, both forcing the man to look up at him.

"So, are you ready to put on a show for me?"

Something in Garrett's brain goes a little fuzzy when the collar snaps around his neck. The cold metal is heavy around his neck, a familiar weight that he can't help thinking about from a trauma years ago. It puts him vividly in the mindset of slavery, of imprisonment- of being an object.

Fingers in his hair. Garrett hums softly and leans into the touch for a brief moment before the chain yanks him up, forcing him to look up at Dodger.

"Yes, sir," he pants eagerly, eyes glittering with excitement. What kind of show could he be putting on? Is it really just that cock sleeve toy? Surely there must be some kind of twist, and the mystery drives him crazy.

"Good."

He lets the chain slack while he picks up the fleshlight, and his bottle of lube. He slicks it and runs his fingers over the hole, then leans down to wet Garrett's cock. Dodger sits comfortably on the floor and slides the sleeve over the head of that cock, barely enough to penetrate. The toy is oddly warm, oddly real - one of those fun side effects of being stolen from the succubi. But after barely a minute his hand stills.

"Go ahead. Fuck it."

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