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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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Garrett's hand tightens reflexively in Dodger's hair at the first slow stroke and he shudders, keening desperately. It feels so good that he can't think, and if Dodger goes even a tiny bit faster, he thinks he might come. (Ridiculous, he knows, to be so sensitive and on-edge all the time, but this is what long denial has done to him.)

Then Dodger starts describing an offer that makes Garrett's eyes go wide and dazed. How the fuck could he stay soft while getting fucked? It will be a miracle if he can manage not to come all over himself.

"That's impossible," he whines. His next attempt at talking turns into a moan that has him rocking his hips into Dodger's hand, eager for more stimulation. Just a little more, he's already so close...

"I'll go slow." He says, as if that makes it any better.

The moment Garrett's hips move, Dodger releases his cock and runs his hand up Garrett's abs. The look in his eyes is teasing and smug, fully aware of how more torture he's inflicting.

"Get in the shower."

Garrett takes a deep breath to steady himself. The feelings coursing through his body are so intense that for a moment he can't think. Can't talk.

Then, after a few seconds, the tension starts to subside. Only when he can meet Dodger's gaze with clear eyes does he dare to unknot his hands from the man's hair. Only when he can trust himself does he dare to step away and get into the shower. As they've done in the past, he keeps the shower curtain open, so Dodger can see him every second. Dodger doesn't trust him to be alone with his cock unlocked for even a second, and Garrett can't say he blames him.

The hot water hitting his skin makes him sigh. He dips his head under the water and gets himself soaking wet, blindly fumbling for his shampoo while enjoying the feeling.

Dodger doesn't follow him at first, content to just watch and admire Garrett's body. And yeah, he has no doubt that if he left Garrett alone for a second his hand would be flying to his cock. It's a hard life, owning a pet and having to keep track of his every move.

After a few moments he does slide into the shower, announcing himself by running his hands over Garrett's hips. Hips, then along his stomach and up to his chest, until Dodger has pressed himself entirely against Garrett's back and is holding him tightly. A contented sigh escapes him - outside of the kink, Dodger is just happy to have this gorgeous man all to himself.

Garrett pauses with a handful of shampoo and pulls his head out of the shower stream, leaning back without caring about the water he's probably getting on his boyfriend. It's funny how content he can feel from those arms around him, he thinks. Dodger takes better care of him than he ever would have expected.

"Hello," he says, reaching back with his free hand to grab Dodger's ass. "Can I wash my hair first before the fucking?"

Dodger startles a little bit at the grope, and a chuckle escapes him. "Yeah, go ahead."

He extracts himself to work on cleaning up as well, mostly making sure to get the sweat and cum out of his chest hair. The dom facade slips off under the water, and he looks over again to admire Garrett. Not as an object or possession, but as a beautiful person.

"You remember your safeword, right?"

He knows he does. But he feels the urge to remind Garrett of the option.

Garrett is already washing the shampoo out and reaching for the conditioner, but he's more than happy to preen under the attention. That ego of his is still there, helped by the disappearance of some of the uglier torture scars since he came to this new place.

"Parsnip," he assures his lover. "Or red. Depending on how colorful you're feeling, I suppose." He pauses. "Does that mean you're done being scared shitless of anything harder than tender lovemaking?"

Dodger's smile wanes a bit, and he just focuses on shampooing his own hair.

"Is that what the temper tantrum was about?" He chews his cheek for a moment. "I didn't want to push things after the... y'know."

Clearly, though, his body is aching to cause pain again. There are scratch marks on Garrett's chest from his claws, and Dodger eyes them warily before going back to cleaning himself.

"I'm trying not to get you killed."

Garrett returns to putting in conditioner, then helps himself to body wash and starts to scrub himself down. It's easier to chat when they don't have to look at each other- and it's easier to discreetly heal the scratches on his chest while having this conversation if he can turn away.

"Haven't I proved that I'll defend myself if I think you're actually going to kill me?"

"Doesn't mean I should let my guard down."

He turns to look at Garrett, but his gaze focuses better on his body than his face. He reaches out to run a hand over Garrett's chest, slowly working the body wash into his skin. It's definitely less about helping, and more about touching him.

"I get the sense that you're sick of me holding back, though."

His words are chosen carefully, and his hand slowly moves lower while he speaks.

"What are you thinking about?"

Garrett chuckles lightly and taps Dodger under his chin.

"My eyes are up here, handsome."

Dodger looks up and cocks his head as he looks into Garrett's eyes, like he's looking for something in them. Even he isn't sure what.

There's another pause, and he leans up on his tip-toes to kiss him. Soft, chaste and affectionate.

Garrett leans down to meet him. The kiss starts affectionate, but after only a few seconds Garrett moans quietly and pulls Dodger close, arms wrapping around him as his cock stiffens to full hardness in almost an instant. Before he even realizes what he's doing, he has Dodger pushed against the tiled wall, and is grinding his cock into the man's leg insistently.

Dodger snickers into the kiss as he's pinned, digging his fingers into Garrett's hip and grinding back in slow and purposeful motions. It's perfect, and Dodger is tempted to give the man exactly what he wants.

But he's a man of his word, and they agreed on when that would happen.

One of his hands closes on Garrett's throat, and he squeezes it shut even as he continues the kiss, continues letting the man rut against him. The kiss ends on his terms, when he flips them around and slams Garrett forcefully into the wall.

"Naughty, naughty."

It's a testament to how fucking gone he is that Garrett is actually surprised by Dodger choking him. In hindsight, he really shouldn't be- but in the moment his eyes go wide even as he keeps kissing (harsh and claustrophobic, feeling like something essential has been sucked from the world and held just out of his grasp) and grinding his cock in a desperate search for friction.

Then he hits the wall abruptly and stares at Dodger with wide eyes. Opening his mouth accomplishes nothing but choking noises, and he brings a hand up to paw at Dodger's cheek almost pacifyingly, as if trying to appease the man's unfathomable whims. The same self-preservation and fear he shows when gently threatened in bed.

His cock is still hard.

Dodger purrs softly at the touch, and leans into Garrett's hand even as he keeps choking him. His free hand moves up to pet Garrett's hair, diluting some of the conditioner out. There's a pause where he considers his next action, and he loosens his grip to steer Garrett under the water again.

"I'm gonna turn this cold if you can't control yourself." He taps Garrett's chin playfully, before his hands move down to rinse Garrett's chest and stomach.

Garrett gasps for breath and leans a hand heavily against the tiles, panting as Dodger paws at him. One hand goes up to comb out the rest of the conditioner while he dips his head under the stream.

"How the hell am I supposed to stay soft while you finger and fuck me?"

"Self-discipline. Self-control. Maybe stop thinking about how much you want to get off."

His hand strays down further to close around Garrett's cock. Not stroking this time, just lifting it up so he can rub his thumb around the tip.

"Maybe I should just keep the water cold while I fuck you under it."

Garrett bows over with a full-body shudder, moaning softly at the touch. It's so good that his hands reflexively plant against the wall again in a sudden fear that he might grab himself and frantically jerk off.

"I can barely stop myself from coming, how can I be soft? It feels too damn good. You know how much I love your cock."

That reflex is kind of perfect - Dodger can tell exactly what's going on in his head, the instinct to stop himself from touching anywhere near his cock. He rewards it by taking Garrett's cock properly, stroking it slowly and making sure the heel of his palm brushing across the head each time.

"I guess you'll have to go back into the cage after I'm done with you, then." He licks his lips in anticipation. "Shame, though. I'm starting to miss your taste."

Garrett leans his head back against the wall and lets out a long, thin moan. It seems that Dodger is intent on torturing him, and Garrett is helpless to do anything but absolutely melt right into it.

"Please," he keens softly. His thighs tremble slightly from the effort of staying still. Of not thrusting into that touch. "Be fair. Give me a test that's actually fair, let me try. Oh Maker, that's so good..."

"You don't actually want that." He answers idly, pressing a kiss to Garrett's chest, letting his lips close for a moment around his nipple. "You want me to keep torturing you. You love being used and discarded whenever I like. Pretty hot how intense you are about it."

His eyes flash up to meet Garrett's, and he offers him a grin.

"Keep begging, though. I love hearing it."

As much as Garrett wants to argue, his hips actually stutter and buck forward when Dodger taunts him about being used and discarded. With his nerves fried by constant stroking and the sweet contrast of soft heat with sharp teeth on his nipple, Garrett hardly has brain cells left when Dodger teases him to keep begging.

"I want it," he whines, not even sure what it means anymore. To cum. To get fucked. To be allowed just to be hard. The gentle weight of the bracelet around his wrist reminds him that he's in no danger of breaking any rules, so he finally gives in to the urge to thrust into Dodger's grip, gazing into his lover's eyes while helplessly fucking his hand. "I want your cock, I want to come. I want a test that's actually fair so I can come and get rid of that fucking cage."

The bucking of Garrett's hips gets a quiet laugh out of him, but it's the begging that really gets him going. He reaches past Garrett to shut the water off, and lets go of his cock to slip his hands down and lift Garrett up as if he's weightless, balancing him against the tiled walls.

"Just don't focus on how good it feels. I'm the only one that needs to get off."

Dodger shifts Garrett to hold him with one arm, so he can line his cock up with the older man's hole.

"Make yourself wet."

The intense arousal burning inside him just flames up hotter when Dodger lifts him off the ground; he's always had such a weakness for being treated like he's weightless. The sudden shock of a cock-head against his ass is even better.

And then there's that message: you don't need to get off. Garrett shivers lightly at the utter objectification of it, and obediently casts the spell. He has no idea how he's going to survive the achingly slow slide that always comes when they fuck without prep, nor the breathtaking tightness that always tears him apart, but... he has no choice.

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