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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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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."

Garrett chokes a little and leans in for a kiss, needy for something soft to offset the pain. Being praised like this is both reassuring and somehow makes him feel very vulnerable.

"You're hurting me," he complains, face screwed up in pain. His cock feels like it's being torn apart, and the real bastard of it is that with the drug in his veins all he wants is more touching. "Is that really beautiful?"

It's part complaining, part compliment fishing.

Dodger kisses Garrett slowly and affectionately, letting their lips linger while he purposefully rips his skin apart. If it was anyone else he would likely stop by now, but Garrett can heal himself. There might not be traces of it by the end of the night.

"You're always beautiful." He murmurs, followed by a shorter kiss, "But especially when you're bleeding. Red looks good on you."

Garrett feels like he's falling apart. Each individual pass of the razors is very shallow, barely dragging the skin's surface, but with repeated motions the blades pass over the same cuts until he wants to scream. It isn't bad enough yet for him to beg, but he does make a strangled sound of pain and groan against Dodger's lips, "You fucking bastard."

"You love me." He grins, giving him another kiss.

His hand speeds up, just a notch. The other fiddles with the chain, finally moving it back to pull the collar against Garrett's throat. Not enough to cut his breathing off, just enough to make it hurt.

"And I love you so much... I just want to rip you open."

To Garrett's faint horror it actually starts going faster, and it's all he can do to not scream right there. Not that he has a choice with Dodger restraining his breathing like this. He arches his back slightly with a tight, slightly muffled, "Fuck fuck fuck...."

It hurts. It hurts so much, and there's no chance of mercy on the horizon. Dodger is going to hurt him until he comes, and there's nothing he can do about it. His balls are aching and there's blood, running down his shaft and balls in tiny rivulets as if he cut himself shaving. The smell joins the sensory overload drowning him with the absolute knowledge that he's trapped and utterly helpless. Helpless in the arms of a man who loves him terribly, wants to keep him safe, and wants to tear him apart. Safe in the jaws of the beast.

His cock throbs in its torture chamber while his breathing picks up. "It's too much, you're hurting me."

But he knows it won't help. Dodger won't stop for a little thing like pain.

Part of him worries, at talk like that. It cuts at the soft, vulnerable man that Dodger used to be, under all these layers of insanity. He's hurt people he cared about, even killed them, on a sick whim. And he has to remind himself that this sick whim was agreed upon at some level, that Garrett doesn't want him to stop.

His grip tightens a bit on the toy, digging the razors in deeper. His breath is heavy, his heart racing from the overwhelming smell of blood, and his cock twitches eagerly against Garrett's leg.

"That's what you want, isn't it? You want to get hurt... You want me to treat you the way other people don't dare to."

Garrett curses against Dodger's lips and twitches as much as he dares (without bucking in the toy's grip).

"Yeah, yes," he agrees breathlessly, "But don't- fuck- too deep and it won't be fun anymore."

As much as he whines and complains and begs for mercy, there isn't real, meaningful, nonconsensual resistance in it as long as the cuts are shallow. When it tightens, though, that's when actual distress filters into his voice.

Without pausing, Dodger loosens his grip and slows it's movement for a moment before speeding up again.

"Sorry." He mumbles quietly, under his breath, and covers it up further with another kiss.

It takes a lot of control to avoid squeezing on the toy, and a little noise of frustration escapes him as he distracts himself with more hungry kisses.

Dodger's patience is swiftly rewarded when Garrett absolutely melts in his hands. The huge, strong man positively quails under the quicker, lighter pace, letting out a soft, shuddering cry so helpless and breathy that if he had the mind to hear himself he wouldn't recognize his own voice. His skin is flushed and his eyes are starting to prickle hot at the corners.

"Please," he whimpers into the kiss without knowing what he's asking for. "Oh Maker, it hurts."

Dodger might laugh at it if he wasn't quickly losing himself to that beautiful voice. He steals another kiss, breathy and needy as his hand speeds up a bit.

"Good." He grins. "You look so beautiful when you're bleeding out."

His free hand slips down, running fingers across Garrett's sack and wetting them with his blood. He reaches up to smear it across the man's chest, and of course pinches a nipple while he's at it.

Garrett yelps a little and sucks in a labored breath when it starts to go faster. It hurts so much, pain building on pain, until he realizes with faint embarrassment that he's started to whine plaintively, a helpless stream of "No no no no no no."

And it hurts, and it's strange, and that pinch feels good, but his skin is wet with his own blood and he's overwhelmed. There's no way he can keep doing this until he comes. He's already falling apart from the torture.

"No no no no no," he murmurs, eyes prickling with tears. His cock is lit up with a cacophony of feeling that's driving him mad. "Dodger, please- oh god, no..."

Dodger ignores the begging, laughing softly as he leans down to press kisses along Garrett's jaw and shoulder, anywhere he can reach around that collar. Finally he bites down into his skin, accenting it by pinching Garrett's nipple again. His grip softens a bit to rub and play with the nipple, but his bite holds strong and he sucks harshly to draw the blood out, almost moaning as it coats his tongue. He wants them both drenched in it by the end.

Garrett gasps and lets out a strangled shout when those wicked teeth sink into his flesh. An explosion of pain from his neck comes in time with a pinch at his nipple and the ever-present pleasure-agony to his poor tortured cock. It's enough to make anyone scream.

He doesn't quite scream, but it's definitely closer than any other sound he's made so far- an utterly helpless, wild thing that has him suddenly terrified that he's going to come. Maker's breath, what will it feel like? Can he? His cock feels so torn apart that Garrett can't even tell but he's convinced that whatever happens is going to make him scream. It will be worse than this, moaning plaintively with tears in his eyes, the muscles in his thighs tense and balls drawn tight, skin flushed bright red underneath the crimson blood. This is already so intense, so intimate, that on some level Garrett is terrified of being any more vulnerable.

He can feel Garrett getting close, coiling like a spring even as his blood leaks out of him. He shifts his teeth to bite down a little harder, just to revel in the feeling of flesh in his mouth. His prey, his lover, whose life he gets to hold in his hands.

His hand keeps massaging that nipple, and his hips twitch and rut as he really loses himself to the moment. Which means the toy is moving even faster, slicing Garrett up and pushing him deliciously toward the unknown.

Faster, harder, more- more touching, more hurt, more teeth and steel. As the blood pours from him like wine Garrett shakes under the assault of agony, finally giving in to the urge to let the tears fall as he voices one last half-coherent plea of no and stop and hurts.

Of course, no mercy comes for him, and contrary to all his protesting, Garrett's voice crests into an agonized scream as the hurt and heat finally take him. The drug in his veins and the pain consuming him finally push him over the edge into an agonized orgasm that has him half-sobbing as he pulses thick and deep inside the toy, cum mingling with blood as he shudders and shakes in Dodger's sadistic embrace.

Every time that Garrett comes, it rushes through Dodger, the same way that a fresh kill does. That electric feeling of ripping something apart, the feeling of being alive against all odds.

He slowly slips the toy off with a shaking hand, and stretches his jaw as he releases Garrett's shoulder. His breath is coming out in doggish pants, licking his lips and going right back to it as he gazes up at the older man with purely animalistic arousal.

"Heal yourself." He murmurs. Not a suggestion, but a warning.

Garrett comes down from his tormented high with great shuddering breaths and shivers that run down his spine over and over. Everything hurts and he's shaking with it, overstimulated and covered in his own blood.

He answers Dodger with a slightly dazed nod, cheeks wet with tears and fangs filling his open mouth. Now that the other man mentions it, Garrett does feel a little lightheaded- not bad yet, but enough that using his own blood for power wouldn't be a good idea.

"Come here," he murmurs. When Dodger is close enough, Garrett leans in to kiss the man's neck, scraping his teeth over smooth skin until he finds a good spot to sink his fangs in deep. Copper bursts in his mouth, making it so easy to draw on the power to heal himself. Garrett bites down harder and gives in to some Hellish animal urge to drink as he casts. It's a savage kind of symmetry to feel the life flowing from Dodger into him.

After a minute or two, he pulls back, drenched in blood but totally healed.

Dodger tips his head eagerly to let Garrett bite him, and lets out a low and needy moan when those wicked fangs pierce through. His fingers, sticky with blood and cum, tangle in Garrett's hair to hold him there as he feels the life being leeched out of him.

The other hand grips into the flesh of Garrett's chest, nails digging into his skin until they threaten to pierce it. They very nearly draw blood by the time the man is done suckling his blood.

Finally they lay there panting, mouths coated in each other's blood, and that wild look is still raging in Dodger's eyes. He shifts his grip enough to shove Garrett onto the ground and pull one of his legs up, sliding fingers through the warm blood pooling between his legs until they're slick enough to press one inside of him.

Garrett hits the floor with a rough oof. His bound hands are making his back arch uncomfortably, but there's not a lot he can do about it right now- he's still tired from orgasm and the effort of all that bleeding and healing. There's nothing he can do to stop Dodger from pushing him down and spreading him open.

A thick finger slides into his ass easily, the way slicked by his own blood and cum. It's a heady thought that has his cock eagerly stiffening once more, still flushed with the effects of aphro.

"You're twisted," he grins, straining to meet Dodger's eyes from the awkward position. "Can you untie me? This kind of sucks."

Dodger mirrors that grin, even if it looks a little unhinged on him. He doesn't stop fingering him, even as his other hand grabs onto the ropes and burns them until they snap apart. They loosen around Garrett's arms once they're broken from his chest, and he grabs Garrett's shoulder to pull him up enough that he can move.

"I love you." He growls under his breath, spreading him open just a bit too fast in his eagerness.

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