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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 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.

Dodger shivers with excitement when Garrett grips his hair, fully expecting what comes next. His throat relaxes instinctively, letting the man force him up and down and humming contentedly at the feeling of that cock burying in his throat over and over. Each time it pulses uselessly, he moans his approval around it. Fuck, if he wasn't already so drained this would have him hard again.

But of course, he's not letting Garrett come. He reaches up to grab Garrett's ass, gripping in and forcing him closer if he shows any signs of slowing his attempts to fuck Dodger's mouth.

He does try to slow down, just to spare himself the torment- but naturally Dodger gives him no quarter. Having no other choice than to obey, Garrett helplessly continues to fuck Dodger's mouth with jerky thrusts and quiet sobs.

"Please," he distantly hears himself say, as part of an endless stream of babbled begging. "Please please please... I need it, please, Dodger please I'll do anything..."

Right now, it's true. He really would do anything just to get relief.

It takes at least another failed climax before Dodger finally comes up for air, panting and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He crawls up and captures Garrett's lips, as if he hadn't heard any of the begging.

"My jaw's starting to hurt... you're too hard to take that long." He slides off of Garrett, and settles beside him. "Time to stop for tonight, I guess."

Garrett wraps his arms around Dodger and clutches him tight, kissing with a raw desperation that's more than frantic. The kiss ends far too soon for his liking; he finds himself seeking out more even while Dodger is talking. But the man's suggestion stops him short, earning Dodger a furious look of disbelief.

"Bullshit," he declares, leaning over Dodger. He grinds his cock against Dodger's thigh urgently and mouths at the man's neck. "You can take it longer. Don't you dare leave me hanging like this. You promised to let me come."

Dodger actually laughs when Garrett starts uselessly humping his leg, and he runs his fingers affectionately through Garrett's hair. He moves a little closer, but grabs Garrett's hip and gives him a short, superficial burn.

"Don't get greedy." He purrs, "I said I'd suck you off, I didn't say you could come. I'm saving that for tomorrow."

Garrett yelps and shies away from Dodger's punishing touch, swatting at the offending hand. He follows it up with a look of horror. Tomorrow? Dodger can't be serious. He can't possibly mean to make him wait again. The thought makes him want to scream, or maybe go back to crying.

"You can't do this to me," he pleads. "I was good, wasn't I? Come on, you lying son of a bitch, please."

"I can do whatever I want. You're here to please me." He cocks his head, his words coming out in a low growl. "Keep talking back and I'll tie you up in the closet for the night."

As he speaks, he tightens his grip on Garrett's hair and yanks his head back so he can nuzzle his neck, and finally sink his teeth in until he tastes blood.

The low, demeaning growl sends a shiver through him, chasing the thrill of being here for his pleasure. When Dodger yanks his hair Garrett shudders and moans with a fiery surge of desire that has his cock dripping precum in a little pool on his stomach. It's not even fair- how is he supposed to calm down with Dodger kissing him like this?

And how can he do anything but melt when Dodger's teeth sink in? Pain explodes in his neck with the sudden welling of blood, the thrill of being held down like an animal being bred. Garrett gives a low, shuddering cry as lust claws up his spine so fiercely that he suddenly can't breathe, and without even realizing has let his hand drift to his cock in search of the one simple touch that he irrationally feels would bring him to orgasm.

He loves the way that Garrett sways and melts under his touch, the way he's learned every one of the man's weaknesses. Garrett gives him a power trip like no other, intoxicating and addictive in its own terrible way. Dodger lets go of Garrett's neck only to bite another spot, sucking harshly once he's pierced the skin again.

He notices Garrett touching himself, and this time he takes Garrett's wrist and pins it to the bed. The grin he gives Garrett is lazy and smug, and he leans in until their lips are almost touching but drags Garrett back if he tries to close the gap.

"No touching without my permission. You can wait another night."

Garrett leans up instinctively to get that kiss, of course, but gets only denial again. He falls back with a frustrated groan.

"Come on," he pleads, twisting his body so he can hook a leg around Dodger's hips. Garrett pulls the man in closer and tries to get friction, grinding his painfully throbbing cock against Dodger needily. "Just a little one. It doesn't even have to be good. I just need to get off."

Dodger's hand shifts, letting go of Garrett's hair and gripping his throat instead. He lets Garrett keep rutting, but his hold tightens for every second of it.

"I keep telling you to control yourself." His voice is calm, still in that low authorative growl. "Last chance. Either you simmer down, or you get tied up."

Garrett's eyes widen when Dodger's hand goes around his throat. At first he likes it, and the edge of danger it adds while he grinds his cock mindlessly against Dodger. After a few seconds, though, it gets too tight for comfort, forcing him to back off and listen sullenly.

"It hurts," he breathes, struggling a little for air around Dodger's tight choke-hold. "You wouldn't do this to me if you knew how it feels."

Dodger tips his head, studying Garrett's face carefully while he decides on his answer. His grip loosens a bit but his thumb runs over Garrett's windpipe, giving that silent background threat.

"You're putting a lot of trust in what I'd be willing to do to someone."

He leans in to take Garrett's lips but it's frustratingly short, just layering on more affection to break up the cruelty.

"Sit up. I'm getting some cuffs for you."

Garrett falls back and moans in something a little like despair. Of course it didn't work- it seems Dodger really is intent on being a bastard tonight.

"Get a harness," he suggests. "If you do it right, you could probably attach the cuffs to them. It would give me a little motion, but not let me reach my cock. I don't fancy the idea of sleeping in a weird position."

Dodger snorts softly, amused by the way that Garrett guides his domination with those helpful little tidbits. The man seems to love being complacent in his own torture.

"I'll see what I can do."

He has to actually go to the closet to look around - some things are easy to store in the nightstand, restraints definitely aren't. It takes him a while before he finds exactly what he wants - a harness system that doesn't exactly construct movement, but stops the arms from going too low.

"We'll work you up to the weird position." He murmurs. Not a suggestion, just a statement of fact. He shoves a few things out of the way to create a space roughly large enough to curl up in, and nods toward it. "C'mon."

Garrett doesn't even think of it as helping Dodger torture him. The man is intent on tying him up, so Garrett just wants to make sure it's in a more comfortable position than whatever Dodger's imagination might come up with. That's also why he's so docile and obedient when Dodger is putting it on him and cuffing his wrists- because a night of mild discomfort is better than nothing. As long as he can still lie down in bed, it's fine.

Then Dodger starts actually clearing a space in the closet, and Garrett's stomach drops. It didn't occur to him that Dodger was serious about the closet part- that had sounded like a bluff or an exaggeration, less likely than tying him up and leaving him on the couch or tying him up in bed or something. Garrett stares at the empty space on the floor of the closet, then looks back at Dodger disbelievingly.

"Wait, seriously?"

The thought of being locked in a closet all night is... difficult. Kind of makes him think anxiously about his night kneeling in a corner for the Qunari. It makes him think about tight spaces and locked cells. In fact, he's reluctant to argue too strenuously, in case Dodger decides to do something like adding a gag or earmuffs.

"Can I at least have a pillow and blanket?" He gives Dodger a look that's more overtly anxious than he intends to show. "And a bottle of water."

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Dodger stares at him for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Yes, princess."

He searches around higher in the closet and pulls down a soft blanket and a pillow - neither of them have gotten much use, but once Garrett is settled on them he'll definitely be able to smell that they belong to Crusher.

"There. Get in before I throw a gag into the mix."

Garrett frowns deeply and decides that discretion is the better part of valor here. At no point has Dodger backed off from anything he's said - except the original premise of returning to the cage - but since then he's followed through on every bastard impulse. There's no doubt in his mind that Dodger absolutely would gag him overnight.

So he kneels down carefully- and a bit awkwardly from having his hands bound close to his body. Once he sits, the smell of dog hits him, closely followed by a low simmer of humiliation. Being locked in the closet like some mangy dog and made to sleep on dog bedding? Fuck. It's some kind of kink, to be sure, but Garrett doesn't know how to feel about it.

It occurs to him that he has to... curl up. Get smaller. Garrett draws his knees in closer, then hisses as the position promptly squishes his still-swollen, aching, heavy, still-blue balls. One pointless attempt at pulling on the restraints later, Garrett throws his head back against the pillow with a frustrated groan at not being able to reach far enough to adjust himself.

"Fuck," he curses, so beyond frustration at the ache, the denial, the intolerable desperation that brought him here. It's all Garrett can do to not curse Dodger's name, his cock, his life, his face, and his entire family line.

"That's it, good boy." Dodger teases, crouching beside him to take one of Garrett's ankles and secure a cuff onto it, which also gets clipped onto the harness. Struggling is pointless - he won't hurt Garrett if he can help it, but he's putting in just enough force to be impossible to move.

"Just think about how much fun you'll have tomorrow, when you get out of this." Dodger presses a kiss to Garrett's inner thigh once he's all strapped in, before moving on to the next surprise.

Full sensory deprevation might be too much - Dodger's used it as a torture method before, and he isn't completely sure about it as kink. Too many variables are already at play here. But he does search around and find that blindfold from earlier, which he slips onto Garrett without any real warning.

Despite himself, Garrett does try to struggle- just a little, before giving up and letting Dodger manhandle him. It's only one ankle, but it's enough to render him completely unable to stand. Helpless and trapped. Dodger is just lucky that he's cute, because the kiss to his inner thigh makes Garrett jump a little and actually moan outright. It leaves him shivering and sensitive, breathing slowly to try and will his cock to finally go down.

He's so distracted - trying determinedly to not think about Dodger's words - that he doesn't notice what Dodger finds.

"Hey, what the-"

It's a total surprise when his world goes dark, and he tosses his head with a momentary flash of alarm before his senses return. Right- it's just a blindfold, he's done those a lot.

"-Okay." Okay. He can do this. Garrett takes a deep breath and forces himself to settle, realizing that without his hands, legs, or eyes, there's truly nothing he can do. There's no point in resisting or complaining, because he isn't in charge here. He tips his head against the pillow and tries to find a comfortable position, exhaling slowly as tension gradually starts to seep out. "It's fine. Kind of comfortable, actually."

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