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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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"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."

Garrett tips his head back and hisses softly when a wet hand wraps around his shaft. The lube is cool enough to the touch that it's honestly refreshing with how flushed and hot he already is. When it goes a little farther, when Dodger starts to tease the sensitive head of his cock with the entrance of the toy, he exhales long and low with a slow sigh. It feels warm and soft, so real his cock thinks it's a real mouth and throbs a little at the slick wet friction on the head, getting more frustrated with every moment of teasing.

By the time Dodger tells him to fuck it, Garrett is more than ready. This is the performance he's putting on, surely- showing Dodger just how desperate he is, what a slut he is that he'll do or fuck anything for the sake of getting off. That's probably the point, actually. Taking aphrodisiac then resisting the urge to cum. It sounds like the kind of thing Dodger would dream up to test "loyalty." Without a second thought, he cants his hips forward, slowly thrusting his cock deeper into the toy.

Then he immediately yelps in a sudden white-hot burst of pain from the tip of his cock. He violently tries to pull away while cursing, "Ow, fuck- shit!"

Dodger expects that moment, when Garrett flinches back. He pulls the chain tight, stopping Garrett from going back far enough to slip out of the toy. The collar forces Garrett's head up, so he can meet Dodger's eyes. Eyes now full of mischievous, cold fire.

"Is there a problem?" He asks, with a playful grin on his face. "Keep going."

Garrett stares up at Dodger helplessly, eyes wide and tortured. Every part of him wants to get away, but the chain is too tight and he can only pull his hips back so far.

"But...."

Fuck. Fuck. Quietly cursing Dodger's entire family line, Garrett takes a shaking breath and starts to slowly tilt his hips forward, gently pressing his cock in a little deeper. He barely makes it more than an inch before yelping and pulling back again.

"I can't," he gasps, pain lancing up his spine. "What the fuck is this thing?"

"It's called a fleshlight." he teases, "Your cock goes in it. Not that complicated."

He cocks his head, and yanks the chain to pull Garrett into a dominating kiss. Just barely too short to be satisfying, so he can growl against Garrett's lips.

"You like getting hurt, don't you?"

Garrett gasps into Dodger's mouth, breathless and dizzied with disbelief.

"Yes," he admits, cock aching heavily. The drug in his veins has him desperate and needy, but he knows he won't be able to force himself into that nightmare. "But I can't do it to myself. Please."

Please. That almost makes Dodger laugh. It's definitely proof that he made a right choice.

"You'll get there."

He brings the toy down slowly, lifting it back up as soon as Garrett flinches. Only because it tells him exactly where the blades start. The next time he presses it down further by an inch or so, before pulling them back up.

All the while he distracts Garrett with soft, breathy kisses. Even without the drug, Dodger's body is buzzing with desire, his cock pressing hard into Garrett's leg.

Garrett flinches with a sharp hiss first, exhaling with relief when Dodger pulls back. For the briefest moment there's a glimmer of hope that Dodger might actually show him some mercy.

But alas, it is not to be. Dodger presses the toy down again, this time not backing off when the pain comes. It's bright and horrible, like sharp blades dragging across the soft skin of his cock-head just hard enough to cut. The toy sinking down onto his cock forces what feels like a little ring of blades around his cock, raking over the head so, so lightly- breathtakingly light but sharp enough to cut even with such little pressure.

He opens his mouth and a long, low, wavering sound falls out as it slides over his most sensitive place. It hurts so, so badly that he doesn't even know what to do. Every kiss starts to fall apart from how hard he's trying to stop himself from shaking.

Under his breath, he faintly whimpers a soft "no."

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Dodger's lips are pulled into a wide grin, one he can't even try to mask. He pulls the toy back, and lets it slide back down to cut him again.

"You always say no when you like it." He teases softly, followed by another kiss, "You like me forcing you around, don't you?"

He keeps the chain tight, keeps Garrett locked in place as he slides the toy down deeper, letting him feel each new inch slice into him.

Garrett pants against Dodger's lips. "Usually, but-"

The next movement tears away his answer. The toy is so hot and tight around him, so slick and soft, that it confuses his nerves. It's almost heaven, but for the tiny, thin slice of razor-sharp blades barely kissing the skin, gliding smoothly down his shaft. The skin feels broken, if only slightly, a small but intense pain so shocking that it's all he can do to keep from falling over

Leaning forward a little, Garrett rests his head against Dodger's shoulder for anchor, breathing hard as tightness, wet, and heat slowly envelops his cock, as those cruel blades inside the toy slowly surround him more and more. There's more than one row in there- after an inch or so, he can feel new hurt slicing over the delicate head, and another, and yet more. It feels like his entire cock is lit up in pain that shakes out of him with wavering breaths.

"Dodger," he whines softly, trying to will himself to keep still. "It fucking hurts."

"That's the point." He purrs, letting the chain slack just enough to let Garrett rest his head.

His motions don't stop, god no. He keeps moving the toy in slow, deep strokes, his breath low and husky as he tries to keep his own excitement in check. Each time Garrett flinches, each noise that he makes, goes straight to Dodger's cock and it takes all his will not to let his hands shake. All he wants is to bite into the older man, to pin him down with his teeth and use this toy as hard as it can go.

"If you can't come, I'll punish you."

Garrett lets out low, broken whines with every stroke (that almost sound like no), face screwed up with pain as he trembles with the effort of not trying to escape. Every fiber of him wants to pull away and beg for mercy, and it shows on his face when he picks his head up and looks Dodger in the eyes.

"I can't do it," he pleads. Despite how shallow the blades are in raking across his skin, his cock is so sensitive that the pain is overwhelming. The tension between the warm, slick, tight heat of the toy stroking his cock and the blades embedded within is nearly too stressful to bear. "It's too much. I won't be able to come from this."

Dodger tips his head to get a better look at Garrett's face, studying it closely. No safeword yet, but he doesn't want to actually hurt him beyond repair. The whole time, though, he keeps stroking him with the toy, softly sliding the blades across his skin.

"Then maybe you need more drugs." He suggests. Part domming, and part actual concern. Actual desire to make Garrett enjoy this.

Garrett shivers under Dodger's gaze, shaking lightly through a rolling wave of pleasure shot through with searing pain. Every stroke to his abused cock hurts more than the last, especially when the hidden blades inside skate lightly over the head, so sensitive and tender.

At the same time, his heart is starting to beat faster. His skin is heating up. The aphrodisiac is hitting him in full force, waking his nerves more completely to the stimulation of the fake mouth around his cock. It's enough to confuse his senses with how good it could feel if not for the element of torture. His next breath chokes softly and comes out as a long, low, shuddering moan that shakes up from deep inside him.

"I can't," he breathes, leaning in close. Garrett seeks out Dodger's lips, desperate for the touch and softness that can ground him through this torture.

Below, a single trickle of blood runs down from the mouth of the toy.

Dodger purrs softly into the kiss, capturing Garrett's lips ravenously. His kiss is breathy and demanding, just like the soft squeeze of the toy around Garrett's cock.

The blood catches Dodger's attention almost immediately. He's built for it, for seeking it out like a hound. As soon as it enters his nostrils he pulls in a soft hiss, and bites Garrett's lip hard enough to draw more blood.

"Look at me. Focus on how good it feels."

His free hand tangles in Garrett's hair, and yanks his head back.

"You want to look pretty for me, don't you?"

Garrett lets out a small cry as he's yanked back, then gazes up at Dodger with obvious stress in his eyes and arousal flushing his face. His lip is bloody.

"Yeah," he pants, the word trailing off into a helpless, incoherent keen. "I- I."

The toy keeps moving, sliding over his cock again and again with a tight grip that is almost wonderful- but bears with it endless, unceasing pain from those blades cutting into him. When it pulls up, his cock has the first tell-tale smears of red around the thin lines visible running up the shaft. Garrett's next breath feels almost strangled.

"Dodger, tell me you-"

A rough moan breaks his concentration.

Dodger runs his tongue over Garrett's lip, sucking in another sharp breath at the taste. He has to capture those lips again, moaning into Garrett's mouth, before he speaks again.

"I love you." Another kiss, "You're such a good boy."

The smell of blood is starting to overwhelm him a bit, but he doubts Garrett could handle being fucked in this state. Not without ripping his cock along the seams from the motion. Fuck, but he wants to.

"Tell me how much you love it. That you want to bleed for me."

"Yeah," he pants, moaning breathlessly against Dodger's lips. "I do, I- want. I want to bleed for you."

Garrett knows he sounds ridiculous stammering like this. But every stroke hurts so bad and feels so good, and it's driving him completely mad. Just the stress of trying to keep his shit together is so overwhelming that he almost immediately forgets what he was talking about in favor of leaning his forehead against Dodger's and panting.

"We're using the- safeword, right?"

It's so hard to lose himself in this when he feels like he has to be careful of what he says.

Dodger leans into the touch, and when Garrett asks his question there's a hint of warm for the first time since this began.

"Yeah. We'll stop if you need it."

He's not an absolute monster. At least, he'd like to think he has some limits. Even if he always seems to find new things that make it worth overstepping them.

He releases Garrett's hair, taking his leash up again but just playing with it in his hand.

"Do we need to stop?"

Garrett shakes his head, still thrumming with that tight-strung tension suffusing his body since this began.

"No," he breathes, wincing and hissing painfully at another motion of the toy. "Not unless I say parsnip or red. Okay?"

Without the freedom to whine and beg and plead and express himself entirely, it's incredibly difficult to endure this. It's why he has a safeword, even if he knows he's not always great at remembering it when he needs to.

"Good." Dodger relaxes a bit, and tugs on the collar to bring Garrett into another dominating kiss.

He pushes the toy down as far as it will go, and squeezes it gently. Just enough to leave deeper marks at the base of Garrett's cock, where they'll only be bothered by the softer parts of the sleeve.

"You look so beautiful like this."

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