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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's slow grinding doesn't do much for him, save a tiny little bit of incidental contact that manages between the bars- but isn't that the point? To be frustrating and useless? Somehow, the lack of stimulation is itself erotic.

"A month?" His eyes get wide at that daunting prospect. A month is... a long, long time. Garrett can't imagine having his cock locked away, limp and useless, for an entire month. "Are you mad? You want me to spend an entire month without coming, or even getting hard?"

The cage feels tight already.

"Mmhmm." He purrs, continuing to rut while his cock slowly swells and presses hard against Garrett's thigh. "We don't need it to have fun... you can just focus on getting fucked and sucking me off. You've always made a great toy."

He leans down to capture Garrett's lips, in a kiss that's soft and affectionate to make up for his dominating words. Just to be sure his lover knows that he's just trying to dig into Garrett's kinks, those little perversions he can never hide from Dodger's sharp eyes.

We don't need it. Those words spin dizzily in his head, echoing loudly off the word toy that thrums down deep to his bones like the chiming of a perfect bell.

Garrett had been about to protest, to argue, to agree, to say something, but Dodger silences his voice with a soft kiss that pairs perfectly with those demeaning words. It's gentle, but Garrett submits easily, opening his mouth to let Dodger in and wrapping his arms around the other man. Despite his verbal protest, Garrett's true feelings can be found in how easily and sweetly he submits for that kiss, inviting Dodger to take him.

Because he wants it, doesn't he? He loves the idea of being Dodger's perfect toy. The demeaning idea that his cock is irrelevant thrills him more than he could possibly say.

Dodger can feel in that kiss that he's made the right move, that Garrett is thrilled at the plan he's proposing. So that's what he'll do - keep him caged for a month, get him used to being used without the chance to come. The idea of it is thrilling.

He has to shift so he can reach down and stroke his own cock, freeing it from his boxers and letting it press into Garrett's stomach as he jacks it. He keeps kissing Garrett sweetly, with a bit of shaking each time he gets the timing just right. Finally he murmurs against Garrett's lips, "How do you want to be used?"

Garrett kisses back, deeper and deeper, probing his tongue in farther and seeking more, stroking, sucking, thirsty for slow touch that brings them close. That Dodger is touching himself and rutting against Garrett's stomach is even better, making him feel like Dodger is using his body.

Oh, and there's that word again- used. They've talked about it before, back when Dodger was in the habit of saying it all the time. Now, they understand that Dodger only chooses that phrasing when he truly means it- when he truly wants to use Garrett. Like a toy.

He licks his lips hungrily, cage tightening around his stirring cock. "Fuck me," he answers, fangs already starting to lengthen. "Nice and slow, like you said."

Dodger nearly moans against Garrett's lips, just from the words. Fuck me, paired with the gentle scrape of those fangs drawing out. No wonder he's never been able to control himself around this man.

"Yes, daddy." He grins impishly, drawing back so he can rearrange their bodies, and move himself between Garrett's legs.

His instinct is to ask for the grease spell, but Garrett has been having trouble using magic without blood. So his mouth opens, and then closes before he reaches for the lube and wets his fingers.

Garrett's nose wrinkles at daddy, and Dodger is so lucky that he pulls back just in time to avoid getting flicked on the nose for saying it. Instead, he waits for the spell request that never comes. A little surprising, but not too bad- casting without blood has been hard, and the ice magic he just called up was about all he can muster right now. Garrett can hardly blame Dodger for not wanting to spill blood.

"I'll have to keep practicing magic," he notes idly, spreading his legs a little wider. "Maker knows we can't live without the magical lube."

"We're gonna run out of the real stuff pretty quickly, yeah." Dodger smirks, as he pulls Garrett closer and presses a finger into him without warning. "We'll find time for you to practice. Right now, we don't need magic."

His head tips, and he grins affectionately while he studies Garrett's face. How lucky he is, to have his favorite lover delivered to him in his home world after being thrown out of Hell.

He leans forward to cup Garrett's face, and run his thumb over Garrett's lips.

"Show me your teeth."

Garrett gasps when a thick finger pushes inside him, suddenly filling him up without warning. This feeling is familiar: Dodger slowly working him open, finger slowly moving inside, in and out, while his cock slowly strains at the metal bars enclosing it. Just as before, he has to tell himself in a quiet mantra to not get hard. Just as before, he finds himself taking very even, measured breaths in a valiant effort to zen his way through it.

It doesn't help when Dodger touches him. Garrett leans into the touch a little and bares his teeth obediently. The usual fangs are a bit longer than normal, though not their full wicked size. The other pairs of fangs are only just starting to show, with the teeth on either side of his fangs showing small points barely extending past the teeth's usual length. On the bottom, there's the beginnings of one set of fangs poking up.

Dodger runs his thumb over the teeth, pressing into the tip of one but careful not to let it draw blood. Then he presses it against Garrett's tongue, encouraging him to open his mouth more so Dodger can admire those slowly growing fangs.

"That's it... you're so cute with your fangs out."

He's diligent with his fingers, careful not to add a second until he can feel Garrett is relaxed and ready for it. He's stretching him as much as he's searching for the right spot, that bundle of nerves that will draw delicious sounds from the older man.

Garrett gladly shows off his fangs for the other man, well aware that without his cock, the fangs are now the easiest measure of his desire. It's nice, honestly- despite the faint frustration of having to steady his breathing and remind himself to not enjoy it too much, there's something sweet about the slow softness of this. It's a little more difficult to calm himself through the addition of a second finger, but he manages to keep his breath steady and slow.

His task gets much harder when those rough fingers press against a spot that sends heat bursting through his body, bright and hard enough to make him arch his back and gasp. There's no disguising his mouth full of suddenly-sharp fangs when he moans.

"That feels..."

He trails off. Saying it feels good would only make it worse. His cock is already straining against the metal holding it down, cage suddenly tight.

"Careful. Don't get hard."

Dodger knows full well how hard it is. He knows how attractive he is, and how alluring he is to the older man. It shows in his eyes, that mesmerizing glow of confidence as he leans in for a kiss. A kiss that forces his fingers in deep, so that he can reach and keep fingering him.

"I love you so much." He purrs as he leans back, the hand that was in Garrett's mouth withdrawing to run along his chest and appreciatively grope one of his pecs.

A shiver runs down Garrett's spine as Dodger's fingers press in deeper, brought on by the spell that Dodger's eyes seem to cast over him. It really is remarkable, how totally in over his head he is.

"Of course you do," he smirks, purring slightly at the hand on his bare skin. "I'm incredible. Look at me."

It's a deflection, of a sorts: while entirely his usual cocky attitude, in this case he's also trying to take his own mind off of how turned-on he is. Or could be. Staying level is so, so hard, and it's all he can do to force his voice to stay level as he tries desperately to think about anything but his own body.

"You are incredible." Dodger breathes softly, squeezing his pec again before properly seeking out his nipple and twisting it just the way Garrett likes.

Even with all this attention, Dodger's movements are slow and careful. He's panting heavily, his cock is twitching to get inside of his lover, but he has to be patient. He has to make this slow and soft because he promised, and because he doesn't want anything close to the bloodfest from before.

"We'll have to see if you can make me come before I need to switch the laundry." He jokes as he adds a third finger, and pinches Garrett's nipple hard right when it enters.

"I'm sure I can- ah!" Garrett whines and arches his back as Dodger pinches him and fills him at the same time, stretching his aching hole wider and gently abusing him where he's so sensitive. The cage feels so tight, metal holding it down cruelly from outside and from within, bolting his cock to the cage itself in a particularly merciless little design quirk. He's trapped, so utterly, and all of a sudden he can really feel it.

"Bastard," he breathes, biting his lip with those long, aching fangs. "I can't survive a month of this. I'll die. Terribly."

"Poor baby." He grins, curling his fingers to hit that particularly perfect spot.

He keeps abusing Garrett's nipple while he fingers him, and licks his lips like a predator readying for it's next meal. Dodger really is doing his best to stay patient, but eventually it's too much and he needs more.

"How about this?" He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the sheets, before getting more lube to wet his cock. "If you make it through a whole month, you can fuck me as hard as you want afterward."

Garrett is rapidly losing the battle with his own body. The more attention Dodger lavishes on his chest and sensitive prostate, the more Dodger stretches his body open while stroking him deep inside, the less say he has over the pounding of his own heart. Every pass of those fingers draws out another soft sound or a sigh, or even a moan when they hit just right.

And that kind of talk doesn't help matters. Garrett aches at the thought of being like this for a month- and fucking Dodger into the mattress after.

"Is that all?" He smirks. "How about I can give you one of the candies to turn you into a pretty little girl again, and I'll fuck you in front of the mirror."

The suggestion throws Dodger entirely off his rhythm. His eyes widen and his face turns red, and he has to stop for a moment even as his cock hardens even more.

"S- yeah. Yeah, we can do that."

Fuck, why does Garrett have to be so talented at flustering him.

"You know what, roll over. I'm gonna wipe that smirk off your face."

Dodger's reaction is absolutely delicious. It's nice to know that, despite the power Dodger wields over his various brains, Garrett still has the ability to melt Dodger just as much.

But every bit of smugness Garrett feels melts away at those vindictive words. Yeah, he probably fucked up- but it's fine, right? Dodger promised to make this soft and slow. Garrett rolls over obediently, reminding himself that they promised this would be gentle.

"In a fun, soft, gentle way, right?" he asks as he spreads his knees wide. Being on hands and knees makes the heavy cage pull with the force of gravity, drawing a soft gasp from him as his cock strains at the metal. "Not in a brutal, forceful way."

"Yeah." He lines himself up but doesn't press in just yet, just teasing Garrett's hole with the head of his cock, "I'll fuck you so soft and gentle you'll forget your own name."

There's a laugh on his lips even as he presses slowly into his lover, ending in a soft groan as he shifts his hips back and forth to make the transition easier on both of them.

Garrett draws in a quick, shaky breath when the broad head of Dodger's cock rubs against his ass. His hole is stretched and ready, sensitized from Dodger's attentions and the gentle press of a thick cock-head makes him ache. It truly is a tease: gently rubbing, nudging as if hinting at penetration without quite committing, just enough to make the ring of muscle yield a little, so desperately ready to take him in. Under that soft torment, Dodger's gentle threat feels all-too-real.

Then that thick cock starts to enter him, slowly penetrating his welcoming body, and that breath leaves Garrett again as a long, low, shaking moan. Dodger is being gentle this time, with breathtakingly slow almost-thrusts shallowly in the space he's made to ease them into the feeling. But nothing could make this less jarring: Dodger's cock is so big that his ass has to stretch wide around it and it's always a little bit of a shock, going from empty to suddenly, heart-poundingly full. His next breath comes out as a wavering groan, head falling and hanging low as he tries so hard to fill his shrinking lungs with air.

His cock hurts. The cage is too tight. It's only the first time, and already Garrett feels like he's going to die before this month is over.

Dodger takes a deep breath, which comes out in a soft groan as he slowly buries his cock. Every stroke feels like heaven, the way that Garrett's body presses in around him with its tight heat. His hands squeeze Garrett's hips softly, trying to hold back the urge to yank him backward.

When he finally bottoms out he moans out loud, and leans down to pretty kisses to Garrett's shoulder while he lets the man get used to it.

"How are you feeling?" Another kiss. "Gentle enough?"

By the time Dodger bottoms out, Garrett feels like he's going to explode. The build-up to this was so sweet and careful, but so methodical in how Dodger tried to undo him. It gave him ample time to moan and sigh and fall apart under Dodger's touch. Now, it seems the man is intent on undoing him with his cock.

And it's working. Garrett is practically shaking, heart pounding in his chest as his skin flushes hot from the incredible fullness inside. Dodger's cock is huge and heavy inside him, and when Dodger leans down to kiss his shoulder, Garrett feels so full that there's hardly any room in his body to even fill his lungs with air.

"Y-yeah," he manages breathlessly, cock aching. "Oh, fuck, I... oh god, I'm not going to survive this cage."

Already he can hardly stand having his cock forced down and limp, so brutally prevented from reacting despite the blood that tries so hard to rush in. He's held in and chained down by hard, unyielding steel that's already driving him mad.

Dodger answers with a warm laugh, and a soft grope of Garrett's ass cheek as he leans back up.

"I know you can handle it. Think about how great it'll be when you get to put your cock between my tits." A dramatic pause. "Or don't."

He's at least going to give Garrett a moment to get a response out before he moves, but move he must. He pulls out slowly, gauging by the older man's reactions when it's safe to move a little faster. This is going much too slowly for his patience and his fingers are starting to tremble with pent up energy, but he's doing his best not to give in to it.

Given that Garrett's reaction to that first motion is a loud, needy groan, Dodger will probably take the hint to go faster. A little, at least.

Truth be told, it's all a bit slow for Garrett's taste, too, but there's still something intensely erotic about being fucked so breathtakingly slowly, filled with the softest, gentlest motions over and over. It leaves his arms shaking a little as he tries so hard to steady his breathing without losing his shit.

Judging by the low, thin, thready whine he lets out on every exhale? It's not working.

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