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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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The warmth feels nice and the hand in his hair does too, making it almost bearable that Dodger is hurting him. Until Dodger pulls hard enough to make Garrett yelp again, and his boyfriend's sadistic demand drives him to speak.

"Let me heal," he begs, squirming uncomfortably. It's a battle with his own body to not tense up with every stroke, knowing it will only make things worse if he does, but despite his alleged submission he just can't reconcile with the pain.

"Shhh..." Dodger's grip loosens on Garrett's hair, turning to soft petting even as he keeps driving into him. "You feel just fine like this."

His hips slow a bit, favoring hard thrusts so he has room to press kisses to Garrett's cheek and neck. The positioning is awkward, but he knows Garrett will need something to counteract the pain. Some bit of affection to cling to.

"You're doing great... see, you're still soft. You might just make it out of that cage for a while, heh?"

You feel fine like this Dodger says, as if that's the problem. As if the only thing that matters is Dodger's pleasure. The message couldn't be clearer: it doesn't matter if Garrett is in pain.

He moans in quiet agony and leans into the affection with half-hysterical desperation. To have kissing, soft petting, and gentle words paired with this painful violation grates at his mind until it feels shredded from the stress, gently falling apart as Dodger whispers in his ear. Doing great, he says. You might make it out, he says. He says...

"I'm soft because it doesn't feel good..."

"Feels fine for me."

He presses a kiss to Garrett's collarbone, with a hint of teeth. His weight shifts a bit, pressing Garrett further against the tiles so he can pull out further on each thrust. And just once, he pulls out almost entirely before slamming back into him.

"Fuck, you feel so good..." He groans, his claws sliding out to scratch against Garrett's ass cheek. "Keep talking. Tell me how it feels, getting fucked by a real man."

"Ah!" He arches his back and cries out raggedly, squirming in Dodger's arms as if he could somehow get away from this utterly powerless position. "Fuck-"

Breathe. Breathe. Has to remember to breathe. Garrett reminds himself that he's okay, that Dodger has been kind to him before and shown him mercy in these situations before. He just has to get through to him.

"It fucking hurts," he urges, voice breaking on a sharp yelp of soft agony. "Feels like you're ripping me in half. I can't, Dodger please stop, this isn't-"

There is a twitch in Dodger's expression, although it's hard to tell with how close they are. He doesn't stop fucking him, there's barely even a stutter. But he is doing his best to think, to read Garrett carefully.

He's fucked people before who didn't use their safeword even when they needed it. It's a pain in the fucking ass.

"You know how to stop it." He growls against Garrett's ear, not giving away any mercy in his tone. "You haven't stopped it because you want me to hurt you."

It's like something clicks in his brain. He doesn't know why, but Garrett tends to lose his head and forget his safeword half the time. When Dodger growls into his ear, though, he shudders hard and cries out hoarsely-

"Yellow, yellow- Dodger, yellow-"

It's not strictly the safeword. It doesn't mean stop. But it does mean slow down please god please please slow down I need a breather.

Dodger immediately slows his roll. His hips stop while he's fully buried, and he shifts his weight to hold Garrett a bit more securely, staying there and panting softly. The hand in Garrett's hair is a bit shaky, but he pauses to pet his head, and carefully extract his claws from Garrett's ass cheek.

"Heal yourself." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to Garrett's ear, "As much as you need."

Garrett takes a few deep, heaving breaths as he slowly tries to collect himself. The immediate slow-down helps, and even if Dodger's cock still hurts buried inside him at least they aren't moving anymore. At least Dodger is petting him softly and kissing him now.

"Okay," he nods. Drawing on the magic takes effort, but he pulls in enough to heal his torn body around Dodger's cock, moaning deeply at the incredibly strange feeling inside. Garrett doesn't heal himself all the way, though- on some level, he's oddly reluctant to hurtle right into pleasure that he knows will push him to an absolutely torturous need for climax.

So his body heals to the point that the pain and pleasure are just about equal, then it stops. Then he clings to Dodger a little tighter, body still shaking with heaving breaths, and tries to adjust. It still aches deep inside, but he can feel the good, too. He's still not sure if that's all the healing he wants, but for now, it's where he'll stop just to regroup.

That moan, at least, tides Dodger over during the brief moments where he can feel Garrett molding around him, but knows he can't move just yet. It's an awkward angle, but he shifts Garrett enough that he can reach to kiss him.

"I love you."

Maybe not the best thing to say while he's openly abusing Garrett's body. But he wants to do anything he can to reassure him.

"Ready to keep going?"

Garrett leans in for that kiss with a breathless kind of urgency that betrays his vulnerable state. His arms wind around Dodger's neck, pulling him closer so he can answer that confession with a small whimper.

Is he ready? Not really. Maybe. Kind of. Garrett takes a steadying breath and tips his head back against the wet tiles, giving his lover a tortured look.

"Can we do a different position? This one is best for really deep, hard fucking, and if it's going to hurt I'd like to be a tiny bit slower. Maybe we can put down a towel in bed."

Dodger is quiet for a moment, genuinely thinking it over. He's disappointed, there's no hiding that. There's a part of him that selfishly wants to indulge in hurting Garrett, no matter the cost. But he loves the man, and (for now) he wants to keep things in the range of legitimate kink.

"Alright."

He shifts again and slowly pulls out, helping Garrett to his feet and then holding him to make sure he's steady.

"Need me to teleport you?"

Garrett groans as Dodger pulls out, and nearly collapses while the man is helping him down. He reaches behind Dodger to grab a towel, but nods.

"Yes, please. You can lay me down on the biggest towel we own and make sweet abusive love to my ass all you want."

Dodger grins at that, making sure to press a big affectionate kiss to Garrett's lips before picking him back up.

"Good. I think you earned your way out of the cage."

There's that familiar, horrible feeling of being teleported, just like being gut-punched by the universe. He moves them directly onto the bed, with the towel already underneath them. He doesn't immediately get back to work, though; right now his focus is on cupping Garrett's face, capturing his lips in a deep and passionate kiss and enjoying the feeling of resting on top of him.

Garrett is starting to brush off the feeling of teleportation, so he just rolls onto the towel and looks up at Dodger. It's strange, perhaps, to have the person abusing him so close and cuddly, but there's nothing to be done about it but kiss back.

And it's a good kiss. Despite the dull throb pounding between his legs and aching deep inside him, the kiss is goddamn good. Garrett actually has to put his hands between them and push Dodger away when he feels his cock stirring.

"If you keep going, I'll get hard," Garrett murmurs. "Since I healed, I might anyway."

(He looks a little worried about that. Part of him still doesn't trust that Dodger was telling the truth about him earning his freedom from the cage.)

Dodger stops when he's pushed back, and lets out an amused snort. Honestly, he isn't even sure if Garrett is stubbornly trying to follow the rules, or playing into his own kink. It wouldn't be the first time Garrett got uncomfortable about coming.

"Sure."

He slips his hands down to Garrett's legs, and spreads them so he can line himself up. This time his entry is slower, moving more carefully without taking the pain away entirely. Even with full intention to make it hurt, the intimacy of this position makes him naturally attentive to Garrett's reactions, searching for that razor's edge between letting him get hard and making him entirely panic.

"Hands and eyes on me." He purrs, giving Garrett a coy smirk. "I want your full attention."

Garrett tries to relax this time, so it won't hurt as much. It works to some degree, but he knows that the pain is coming- so when Dodger's thick cock slides mercilessly into his unprepared hole, Garrett easily lets out a long, low, wavering groan of pain. This time, though, the pain is laced with just enough pleasure to make it almost okay.

By the time Dodger bottoms out he's panting, struggling to remind himself that Dodger listened to him before, that last time he asked for mercy he was listened to. That he's safe, probably. The man disarms him with that gorgeous smirk, melting a little of the tension knotted in his stomach, drawing him to place his hands shakily on Dodger's shoulders.

Fuck, he can hardly breathe.

"Dodger," he exhales, gracelessly pawing at his lover's cheeks in a search for tenderness. "Tell me again."

Dodger is panting by the time he starts moving his hips again, in slow but deep strokes in time with his breathing. His eyes are always on Garrett's, watching him with lust and adoration in equal measure.

"I love you." He murmurs, capturing Garrett's lips again and moaning into it. "Fuck, I love you so much."

Garrett answers every deep stroke with an equally deep moan, sounds mostly made of pain with the slightest hint of sweetness mingled in. The intimacy makes it strange- to be so deeply and intimately hurt by someone professing genuine love while gazing tenderly into his eyes... it makes him feel like he's being scraped raw and exposed to the blistering sun.

The kiss is a relief. He pours himself into it, clinging to Dodger desperately and gasping a helpless, "I love you too."

(It's all he can do.)

"It hurts."

"I know." He murmurs, as if that's reassuring. As if it can't be helped.

The affection emboldens him a bit, and he picks up some speed with his motions. Just enough that he feels like he has a standing chance of coming. All the while he's either kissing Garrett, or gazing tenderly into his eyes.

"You're always so gorgeous when you cry."

Garrett arches his back and whines at the increased speed, body thrumming with tension for a moment before it slowly settles. His nails dig into Dodger's back for those long seconds that he fights with himself.

"You love hurting me," he answers, voice cracking when Dodger's cock hits him deep inside. It's a fraught, utterly helpless sound. "Oh, fuck..."

That sound gets a quiet laugh out of Dodger, and he follows it with another kiss to Garrett's lips, and then more along his neck and collar bone. He shifts and seeks out one of Garrett's hands, pinning it softly to the bed and lacing their fingers together.

"Tell me how it feels." He murmurs, "I want to hear your voice while I fuck you."

Another small shudder rocks through him at the soft press of Dodger's lips. Garrett turns his head to expose his neck to the other man and grips his lover's hand with an ambiguous moan.

"It... it feels... Like your cock is tearing me apart. It's too big for me, I can't-"

He lets out another low groan of pain.

"I can feel you- not just my ass but inside, so deep. Oh god..."

Dodger draws in a sharp breath, moaning as he drives his cock hard into Garrett after that last bit. His other hand slides under Garrett's ass, pulling him up closer to fuck him at a harsher angle. He wants to lose himself in the older man, and fuck, he's getting close.

"Fuck..." He squeezes Garrett's hand a bit tighter, still careful not to crush it, "Keep going- fuck, that's it..."

Even with the mid-way interruption, he's wired up and itching to come. It takes some active willpower not to go too fast or too hard, to try and slow down when Garrett seems too tense, but every so often he keeps speeding up to try and get himself over the edge.

Garrett lets out a low sound that's half moan and half sob, burying his face in Dodger's shoulder. His cock twitches slightly and he heaves a massive breath.

"Fuck, I think I might get hard. Dodger, I can't, it hurts..."

A mixed message if there ever was one.

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