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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 clings to those needful kisses, pouring himself into it like his life is on the line. It's too much to process, this riot of pain and ache inside him, but kissing is easy.

"I think so," he answers, though he's still keening very softly every time he exhales. Dodger's cock, while not moving, still hurts where it's buried inside him. "You're always so nice right after hurting me."

"It's called aftercare." Dodger answers, clearly amused.

He doesn't quite have the energy to pull out, so he just warms his body comfortingly and focuses on petting Garrett's hair and giving him tender kisses.

"That's enough kink for today, huh?"

The warmth and affection draw a low, rumbling sound from Garrett, like a purr but a little less content. He kisses back, thirsty for gentle touch and reassurance against the strange conflicted tension in his breast.

"Definitely. Does that mean I'm going back in?"

Dodger shakes his head, following it with another kiss to Garrett's lips and yet another to his cheek.

"You earned your way out. Unless you want to go back in."

Honestly, Dodger can never tell exactly what Garrett wants. But he loves how horny Garrett gets about being abused and controlled.

Garrett chuckles lightly and kisses back.

"Good to know that all I have to do to get my way is throw a tantrum and push you around."

"Well, fucking me senseless helped."

He finally pushes himself up and pulls out, collapsing beside Garrett and snuggling into his side. Once he's comfortable, he reaches down to run his fingers over Garrett's cock. Not taking hold of it, just tracing patterns along the skin.

"Honestly, I'm impressed you put up with my bullshit that long."

Garrett hisses when Dodger's cock finally leaves him, then turns to face Dodger. At last he's able to properly relax.

"I-" His breath catches sharply at the long-awaited touch. His cock stirs under Dodger's gentle fingers, overly eager despite the pounding ache between his legs. "I don't know how I managed. Since I didn't last the month, do I still get my reward?"

Dodger's eyes light up, and he gains a sly grin.

"Give me a second to catch my breath, yeah?" Another kiss. "You're definitely getting it."

He'd nearly forgotten about the promise he made two weeks ago. And honestly, if he were strictly sticking to their rules he shouldn't reward the tantrum. But as much as he loves torturing the man, Dodger misses that giant cock of his.

Garrett reaches up to card his fingers through Dodger's hair affectionately, small sounds muffled against their lips when Garrett clutches him close. There's no contentment to be had with his body aching and throbbing with such pain, and the need always burning in his loins is starting to return.

"Tomorrow, maybe?" He asks softly in between kisses. "You can put it off for today if you want."

Given everything they've done today, Garrett would more than understand.

"Sure, if you're too tired." He teases, closing his eyes to bask in the feeling of Garrett petting his hair.

He is tired. He might not be able to last too long if Garrett fucked him, but he's never cared too much about his own safety when it came to sex. He wants the aggression from earlier, but he wants Garrett actually buried inside him.

Garrett chases Dodger's lips again, hungry for touch and kisses. He's still keyed-up and hard, balls still aching from how tense and blue-balled and frustrated he'd been earlier. Despite the pain inside all he can think about is the little tease Dodger gave him only moments ago, that faint touch that made him rock-hard in seconds.

"I'm not going to be able to sleep," he complains, mouthing restlessly at Dodger's throat.

"You've been doing just fine for two weeks." Although he's fully aware that if Garrett's left out of the cage overnight, he'll get frustrated and jack off. What a waste.

Dodger rolls onto his back, tipping his head to give Garrett better access to his neck. He tries not to move too much when he reaches for the nightstand, and digs around for a candy.

"Hold on, lemme get changed."

Garrett reaches over to grab Dodger's hand and stop him.

"Let's do that tomorrow," he suggests. "I want us both at our best. For now, just suck me off."

Dodger lets out a little sigh, slightly disappointed, but he accepts it and moves back to Garrett. In the same motion he pushes Garrett onto his back instead, and slowly crawls downward.

"You're so fussy." He huffs, pressing kisses along Garrett's stomach.

Garrett lays down with a heavy sigh, smiling happily at the man kissing down his stomach. His cock is hard as a rock, full and eager for Dodger's attention.

"I'm thinking ahead," he corrects, tiredly stroking Dodger's hair. "We'll have so much more fun tomorrow when we have proper time for it."

Dodger purrs at the petting of his hair, and continues kissing along the base of Garrett's cock while his hand takes it to stroke slowly, each time moving from base to tip and squeezing the foreskin around the head before pulling it back down. Eventually he moves lower, running his heated tongue along Garrett's sack and letting trails of warm saliva slide down the skin. He's taking his sweet time, seeing how far he can push Garrett's patience in this state.

Garrett moans heavily with every kiss, light shudders running up his spine when Dodger starts to stroke his cock so perfectly like that. Every stroke is slow, methodical, squeezing... he falls a little in love every time the pleasure washes over him. He's been waiting for this for so long, and now it looks like he's finally going to get what he needs...

"Fuck!" He curses sharply at the surprise of a hot tongue on his sack, so soft and warm and wet that his cock actually twitches in Dodger's hand, already dripping. His back arches with a sudden jolt like electricity running up his spine as he fights with himself to maintain some semblance of self-control.

"I swear to fucking Andraste if you drag this out-"

Of course, that reaction isn't doing Garrett any favors. It puts an impish grin on Dodger's face, and he watches Garrett with a mischievous light in his eyes as he drags his tongue slow and wide along the underside of his shaft, all the way up to the tip. He slips it around the sides of the head, dipping it into the sensitive skin where the foreskin meets the rest. He's tantalizingly close, his breath hot against the wetted skin, but he just keeps licking and kissing the tip while his hand continues stroking him. And it's clear from his face that he's thoroughly enjoying the tease.

Garrett follows that long, slow lick with a pitiful whine, curling in on himself as lust crashes over him in powerful waves. It feels so fucking good that he's rapidly losing the ability to think, to hold back his moans, to do anything but feel and want and need. Hot, wet tongue, slow tight strokes, the kind of thing that would be an intolerable tease on any other day, but today-

-Today, it's too much for him. After weeks on end of tension, denial, and mounting desperation, even this slow tease pushes him over the edge, and he shudders hard as his body tries to tip over into climax. The first wave of arousal comes, pleasure hitting him powerfully, and he arches his back as his hips thrust helplessly into Dodger's hand, but the actual orgasm never hits. It's a sensation a little like edging and a little like ruin, leaving him keening in frustration and fisting both hands in the bedspread, cursing.

"The bracelet." He almost forgot. Fuck. Garrett reaches for his own wrist, intent on ripping the damn thing off.

"Hands off." Dodger commands, immediately snapping to an authoritative tone. He sits up, grabbing Garrett's wrist to block him before he makes another attempt.

"If you can't control yourself, I'll have to tie you up. Do you want that?"

Garrett stares up at Dodger and moans, hips jerking involuntarily at the commanding tone. Fuck, his body doesn't hate the idea of being tied up - or how fucking sexy Dodger is when he gets bossy like this - but he bites his lip (fangs digging in helplessly) and shakes his head.

"No sir." Incredible, how easily he slips back into obedience. It feels so natural. "I'm sorry."

(He tries not to think about how good it feels to obey Dodger.)

Dodger's eyes narrow, and he licks his lips before muttering, "Good boy."

He releases Garrett's wrist and slides back down, back to teasing and torturing the man. He presses wet kisses along the shaft of his cock, mixed with more warm licks and of course the slow stroking from his hand. It takes far too long before he finally slips the head into his mouth, suckling tendering before taking another inch. He barely lets it reach the back of his mouth, focusing instead on the slow motion of his hand.

It's torture. Garrett's body tries twice more to come, tensing up with pleasure that never bursts and wracked with shudders that bring no catharsis. The bracelet's cruel enchantment keeps him from finding climax, despite how badly his body wants it, so every time he's left needy and wanting, moaning with a new kind of agony.

Garrett tosses his head restlessly, both fists gripping the bedsheet for anchor. His toes are curling in the sheets as well, small shivers running down his spine as he keens out another helpless, shuddering cry.

"Please," he pants, feeling more desperate from ten minutes of teasing than he ever did from an hour of being fucked in the cage. "Please please please please..."

Normally, his begging would be a little more specific - actually asking for the climax he wants - but the last few weeks have been... different. He wasn't allowed to beg for orgasm, so he was always left with vague begging for some kind of relief, begging to be touched, begging for freedom, begging just to be allowed to have a cock again. The habit has sunk in, so even now he isn't asking to orgasm.

Each time Garrett tries to come, Dodger can feel it in his mouth. The way his cock stiffens and pulses, but can't produce anything more than a few more drops of precum. He largely ignores it, not even acknowledging the failed attempts and continuing his torture.

The begging is nice, though, and it deserves a reward. He rests his hand at the base of Garrett's cock and starts to actually take in more of it, gradually lowering his head until his nose is buried in black curls. He stays there a moment before slowly rising up, and back down at an agonizingly slow pace.

Garrett is rapidly losing his mind completely. Were it not for the bracelet, he would have come ages ago and fallen into the sleep of long-awaited satisfaction, but Dodger has other plans for him. As Dodger sinks down onto his cock, Garrett arches his back with a cry as his body tries once again to climax- which the man ignores, of course, along with the agonized whining that follows. The second time it happens, Garrett bites down on his own arm to stifle his ragged wailing and pounds his fist into the bed in sheer frustration. Then Dodger has him- his cock is buried all the way down the man's hot, wet throat, held so tight that he nearly sobs through yet another aborted climax.

"Please," he sobs with tears in his eyes, writhing in agony on the bed. "Please let me come, Dodger please I need it, please-"

Overcome with desperation, Garrett seizes Dodger by the hair and starts to fuck his mouth, yanking the man up and down on his cock. He buries his cock in Dodger's throat over and over, knowing full well that he can't have the climax he's so frantically seeking. That sense of despair crests once more when he shoves Dodger's head down roughly, cock pulsing uselessly in Dodger's tight throat. It hurts almost as badly as getting fucked did- and this, unlike that, has brought him to tears, keening low and rough as his balls knot and swell with pain.

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