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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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"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.

The noises he's pulling from Garrett are almost enough to tide him over, almost enough to satiate his need for more. He can hear the eagerness, the wordless begging in Garrett's voice. He's tempted to indulge it, but there's something paradoxically wonderful about denying it to both of them at once.

He leans down to press more kisses to Garrett's shoulder, and let his teeth ghost over the skin. He has to draw himself back to kisses after that, careful not to come anywhere near biting him.

"Fuck... You always feel so fucking good." He sneaks in one fast thrust, just to emphasize his point.

Those teeth, ever sharp, feel so good even when trailing that lightly across his skin, like a whispered promise of more. It's all whispers: the gentle grip on his hips, soft slow rocking inside him, lips showering him in a soft rain of kisses. And maybe they've gotten spoiled by the overly-harsh sex they usually have- maybe it's addiction - but Garrett can't stop thinking about how much more it could be.

Fuck, Dodger really has ruined him.

That one quick thrust surprises a moan from him that trails off into heavy breathing laced with need and shivering frustration. Suddenly, his head is no longer in the moment, but is filled with wanting more.

"I wish you'd go a little faster," he whines, petulant in spite of himself. Despite the whole purpose of this cage, Garrett hasn't quite clued in that he no longer gets to have an opinion about this. That he doesn't get a say.

"Oh yeah?" Dodger teases, "Something like this?"

He presses Garrett down with one hand on his shoulder, the other on his hip to keep his ass up. Any attempt to struggle will meet a display of Dodger's immense strength. For a few moments, he fucks Garrett into the bed with the same harsh, breakneck pace he usually loves.

And it takes some effort to actually stop, loosen his grip a bit and slow back down. His pace is a little faster than before, but only barely.

"I can't come, fucking you this slow." He admits with a few puffs of laughter, "Maybe it'll help my stamina, heh?"

Somehow, Garrett doesn't quite expect Dodger to crush him face-down into the bed like that. The first rough slam punches a sharp cry from his lips, one that's quickly followed by others as Dodger fucks him so hard and fast that he nearly screams.

Then- then, then it's over, the immovable pressure pinning him down eases and Dodger settles back into a slow, soft rhythm once more. Painful, almost, to lose that delicious force- to kneel there, face buried in a pillow, shuddering in near-agony at the loss. It leaves Garrett shaking and letting out wanton, helpless moans on every breath.

"Trying to kill me," he pants, muffled by the pillow. Garrett needs to bury his face for a minute while he tries to remember how to breathe without gasping. They've only just started, and already Garrett can hardly think through the discomfort, desire, and frustration.

"Maybe I am." Another tease, as Dodger leans down and buries his fingers in Garrett's hair, tilting the older man's head up to press a kiss to his cheek.

He eases off and leans back so he can knead Garrett's ass, experimenting a little with the rhythm of his hips. He settles on one of his favorites - slowly pulling out, and slamming back in. It's much more friction for him, still not quite what he needs. He knows it won't be enough for Garrett either - they really are addicted - but he's committed and determined not to give in to the frustration.

"Don't worry," he pants between thrusts, "If that last fuck didn't kill you, nothing I can do to you will."

It's one of Dodger's favorites, and Garrett loves it just as much: the slow slide as Dodger draws back, and the harsh thrust that always punches a moan out of him. Every thrust buries Dodger so deep that he can hardly breathe.

"A month," he repeats between moans, almost despairing.

Seriously. Why did he agree to that? It's only been fifteen minutes and Garrett's is already chomping at the bit. Every thrust feels incredible, sending pleasure rocketing up his spine and to the tips of his toes, but it comes with constant discomfort from his cock's inability to get hard. It's frustrating.

The whining only gets a quiet laugh from Dodger. It rumbles out of him, soft and low and gravely. Now that he's really starting to get into it, he can't think quite well enough to tease him anymore. Just enough to keep ramming into him.

And now that he's hitting his stride, his patience slips away pretty quickly. He pulls out a little faster, slams in a little harder. As his breathing picks up he starts to pull Garrett into him on each thrust, snapping them together in a way that sends lightning through him each time their skin meets.

On some level, Garrett wishes this could be lackluster or even just ordinary sex, to make it easier for him to endure. But no such luck for him. The worst part is how good it is- the sheer, toe-curling, ball-slapping, electric, screaming thrill of it. Dodger is hitting him just right, at the exact perfect angle and depth to send sparks bursting up his spine and make him cry out with sheer need, and he knows that if his cock were free he'd already be close to coming.

But no. All he can do is let out helpless cries as Dodger fucks him hard and fast, cock so tight in its cage that he can hardly breathe, bent and pulled down and locked cruelly in place by hard metal both inside and out. All he can do is ball his fists in the sheet until his knuckles go white and gasp raggedly as every rough thrust makes his heart skip, breath hitch, and sweat break over his brow. His cock is starting to leak thick fluid from the tip of the metal sound, and his balls are full, heavy, and aching.

Suddenly he realizes that he's saying something. There are words coming out of his mouth: a punchy refrain of please, please, PLEASE with every thrust. He doesn't know how long he's been doing it for, only that he buries his face in the pillow and sobs out a, "Oh god, oh fuck fuck fucking Maker fuck fuck, please, fuck oh my god please," punctuated by heavy cries as Dodger manhandles and fucks him deep.

Edited 2021-08-10 05:03 (UTC)

Garrett's cries are music to his ears, sliding electric down his spine and straight to his cock. His grip on the older man tightens until it leaves bruises, until his claws threaten to come out, but he manages to pull himself back a bit. At least enough not to draw blood.

Dodger regrets choosing to fuck him from behind only because he wants to watch Garrett's face, he wants to capture his lips in the middle of this and steal his breath. But he knows he would lose control again if he could, overwhelmed by his desire. Instead he settles for gripping Garrett's shoulder and pinning him roughly into the bed, shifting the angle a bit so he can fuck him harder.

The new angle is just right for him, and his own moans join Garrett's. His skin becomes feverishly hot, the telltale sign that he's close to coming.

Dodger grips him harder, tighter, fingers digging in until he winces from the sheer strength of it. Unfortunately it stops short of pure abuse but somehow that's even better because Dodger promised and now he's actually doing it.

Then he's getting crushed face-town into the bed even harder than before, and the next moan to come out of him is barely even human. Everything feels so good that Garrett can't even think; his balls are full and tight, cock dripping something thicker and more precious than precum, and his brain is on fire. This cage may not have spikes to cause him pain but it still hurts to be soft. It hurts and it's infuriating, every harsh slam that jostles the heavy steel a reminder that his body is no longer his own. He turns his face into the mattress and screams in sheer impotent frustration.

Garrett's body is intoxicating, and Dodger feels himself drifting dangerously close to whatever happened to him last time. He doubles down, fucking Garrett just as hard as he can to try and push himself over the edge sooner.

And it definitely works. He leaves more bruises on Garrett's back as he finally comes, filling Garrett up with a ragged moan. He's left panting loudly, carefully rubbing the spots where he can see bruises blooming.

"Fuck... sorry. You feel too good to resist."

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