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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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Dodger's grin widens, and he presses another kiss to Garrett's abused lips.

"You're such a slut."

He spins them around, shoving Garrett's chest against the car. Lucky for him that the weather is fair enough for this not to burn him. Dodger's hand wanders down to fumble with the zipper of Garrett's jeans, aggressively groping while he grinds into his ass.

"If it's anything I want... then why stop at just a blowjob."

Garrett doesn't have time to respond- Dodger starts to spin him around and has him pinned to the car before he can so much as blink. He braces his hands on the barely-cracked windows and gasps in pleasure at the cock grinding hard against his ass.

"Okay," he breathes, momentarily oblivious to everything except the beautiful sensation and lust pounding in his veins. Then a car zooming by drags him back to reason- and the low ache between his legs. "Wait, right here? I can't."

"You expect me to wait until we're back in Boston?"

Undeterred, Dodger shoves Garrett's pants down and takes hold of his cock, stroking it in slow and deliberate movements. He knows if he presses hard enough, Garrett's brain will shut off. Maybe that will even be enough for the man to ignore the people driving by every so often.

Despite his protests, Garrett does exactly jack shit to even attempt to stop Dodger from stripping him. (Part of it is lust, and part of him is knowing that it's pointless to try.) When Dodger's hand wraps hot around his cock, stroking him slowly, Garrett shivers and sighs under the onslaught of delicious pleasure.

"Fuck..." A moan drags from his throat. He wants to move somehow, body restless with want, but doesn't know whether to rock into the hand on his cock or grind against the cock at his ass. Dodger has him trapped. "People will see. We're in public."

A car approaches in the far distance, prompting Garrett to startle and try to move.

Dodger groans softly, a low and growling sound, but he lets Garrett go and straightens out his clothing.

"You're no fun, y'know that?"

He pulls the passenger seat door open and nods for Garrett to get in. "C'mon. Let's find a quieter spot."

Garrett slides into the car with his pants still unzipped, feeling flushed and breathless.

"If we're going to fuck in public, I'd rather not do it in a car you stole at gunpoint an hour ago."

"It's not stealing if I'm paying for it."

He closes the door and teleports into the driver's seat, sending a flash of heat through the car. Before he can drive, he has to shove his own pants down just to give his cock some room to breathe.

"Trust me, I've got much higher profile places I plan to fuck you."

And he's just going to let that sit in the air between them while he drives off.

Garrett glances down at Dodger's lap hungrily, sliding his hand over the man's leg to grasp his cock. That comment draws his gaze up.

"Really?" He licks his lips with a surge of something that feels like nervousness. "Like where?"

As much as he wants an answer, Garrett can't resist that thick, gorgeous cock right in his hand. He leans down over the weird shit in the middle of the car and kisses it wetly on the tip before asking, "Do I get to know?"

Dodger lets out an amused snort, shifting his weight a bit when Garrett starts to stroke him. Slut.

"Next time I play cards with my crew." He purrs, sliding his fingers into Garrett's hair, "I'll have you sucking me off while I play. Maybe they can have a go, too."

Garrett purrs at the hand in his hair, a gentle tugging sensation that makes him feel both objectified and cherished. It motivates him to lave his tongue over Dodgers cock in short, slow licks as his hand moves.

"You want me on my knees in front of your whole crew?" The thought is strange- this world isn't like the chronic horniness and unusual culture of the prison worlds. This is a real world, where being passed around like a pack of condoms is something shameful. "Anyone who fucks my mouth is getting their ass kicked at some point later."

Dodger lets out a low sigh, and his eyes close for a second before he forces himself to focus on the road. Fuck, they're going to end up crashing, but he doesn't care in the slightest.

"No, they're not." He tightens his grip a bit, less affectionate and more dominating but still not pushing him down. "If you meet anyone that works for me, you obey everything I say when they're around. And you say please and thank you for anyone that wants to use your mouth."

A pause, and a bit of mischief enters his voice.

"Your ass is mine, though."

The hand in his hair tightens, pulling harder until Garrett moans softly. His lips hum against the head of the thick cock in his hand, and he spares a glance up at his lover.

"I didn't mean right then." Another wet kiss before taking a moment to tongue the slit gently. "But, you know, I would like to have a real life here, and I'd like to be taken seriously. At least when my clothes are on." He takes the head into his mouth and suckles lightly for a few seconds before adding a final comment. "I promise I'd be a perfect slut in the moment."

Dodger shifts his weigh, his claws slowly sliding out when Garrett's tongue runs across the slit of his cock, and sends a shiver up his spine. He's surprised by how much self control it takes to keep the car straight while his lover is teasing him like this, making him itch horribly to buck into his mouth.

"We'll see about you being taken seriously." He mumbles, his voice getting huskier as Garrett starts suckling him properly. "My image is important to me. How you act reflects back on me, and I want you under control whenever you're around my people. Clothes or not. Understand?"

He'll be gentle otherwise, but if Garrett tries to argue he's getting pushed down further onto Dodger's cock.

Garrett hums lightly to indicate that he's listening, absolutely relishing the low, lusty tones of Dodger's voice as it pitches down and gets thicker the longer Garrett sucks. Everything the other man is saying makes sense- of course his image is important, they both knew that, and as Dodger's boyfriend (and guest in this world, essentially), it makes sense that Garrett's behavior would reflect on him. There's nothing really to argue with- and the idea of being under Dodger's control sends a shiver down his spine that he can't easily ignore.

It's hot enough to make him want to push just a little. In fact, he tries to pull up to say something sassy, but Dodger forces him down so hard that Dodger's cock jams itself down his throat. Garrett chokes on his cock violently, hand squeezing the man's knee hard enough to bruise as his throat flutters and seizes around the hard length violating it. At first he struggles on instinct, but after a few thoughtless seconds he starts to remember sense, and slowly forces the pitches of his body to calm, to settle the racing of his heart, to try and keep himself still so all that's left is his hand on Dodger's knee while he chokes softly on cock.

The feeling of Garrett's throat fluttering around his cock is intoxicating. The car speeds up suddenly and then slows back down, as he struggles to keep control of it and himself. The hand on his knee adds just enough pain that he lets out a quiet moan, low and growling. His fingers flex in Garrett's hair, as he slowly pulls his head up and then pushes him back down.

"There's a dead end road up ahead. Think that's gonna be private enough?"

Garrett shudders when Dodger pulls his hair, and muffles a low moan when the man starts to drag his head up and down and slowly fuck his mouth. Dodger's thick cock works in and out of his throat, making him choke softly from the strange angle as it buries deep. After only a few strokes, he reaches down to pull his cock out of his rumpled, unzipped jeans and starts to touch himself in slow, tight strokes that go in time with the cock in his throat.

He hears the question distantly, but doesn't much care. The only answer he has is a helpless little whine that hums around the cock inside him.

To be fair, Dodger doesn't really care about the answer. If he keeps driving much longer, they're going to crash. He runs a little off the road as he turns into the dead end, and carefully picks a spot to park before he finally pulls Garrett's head up and off of him.

"Fffffuck." He sighs, shoving his door open and stumbling a bit as he gets out. "Come on. Hands on the hood, get your ass ready for me."

Garrett can't do much except hold on for the ride, catching his breath where he can as Dodger fucks his throat. There's a few moments when Dodger is parking that Garrett starts to suck in earnest to make up for the lack of movement, but generally he just basks in the feeling of cock in his throat and doesn't try too hard to suppress his choking and silent coughs.

It all happens very fast. One moment there's a cock in his throat, the next he's nearly falling out of the car and gasping for air. He gets to his feet and follows the order immediately, bending over and shoving his jeans down around his knees. At first he reaches down, thinking about getting himself ready, but remembers the other part of his orders- hands on the hood. Meaning Dodger doesn't want him to prep at all, he just wants lube.

Fuck. He's still walking funny from the pain of last night; he doesn't know if he'll survive another rough, raw, unprepared fuck.

Regardless, Garrett knows how to obey, so he bends over with his pants around his knees and plants his hands on the hot hood of the car. With a thought he slicks himself inside, but turns to look breathlessly at Dodger and implore, "If you're not going to prep me, at least go slow. You know- like we used to?"

Back when Dodger wasn't trying to make it hurt all the time.

Garrett is barely in position before Dodger slides up behind him, running a hand appreciatively over Garrett's inner thigh and leaning against him with a warm sigh.

"Yeah. I'll go slow." At first.

He grips Garrett's hair again, and pushes his head down to line his ass up properly. He wastes no time in lining his cock up with Garrett's hungry hole, but he takes his time with letting the thick head of it slowly press its way in. Only the head for now, before he pulls out and slowly penetrates him again.

A thin sigh turns into an undignified oof at being so unceremoniously shoved down, but he doesn't have time to linger on the indignity of it. Dodger is too quick about getting into position, and in seconds Garrett can feel the thick press of a broad cock-head against his ass.

And then... oh. Dodger keeps his promise to go slow, gently breaching the tight ring of muscle so carefully, so slowly, that Garrett's moan catches in his throat and comes out high and soft, a wavering beg of a sound. Unprepared as he is, Dodger's cock feels too big to fit, like he's stretched enormous around it, and it's only the head. Then the breathtaking, heart-stopping stretch is gone, leaving him breathless for a brief second before it starts all over again. The second time he moans again, just as soft and helpless as the first. Fuck, he can barely breathe.

The noises Garrett makes are heavenly, and Dodger lets out a soft purr as he stretches him once again with his cock-head. This time he presses in a bit further, barely an inch more, before pulling out again. For a fourth time, he pushes into him and this time he stays in, slowly rocking his hips. He pushes in an inch or so at a time, each time pulling out to the head before pressing in further.

Dodger's hand tightens on Garrett's hair each time he pushes in, using it as a handle while his other hand grips into his hip. After a few strokes his claws start to slide out slowly, mostly from the effort of keeping himself from slamming in.

Garrett moans again, long and wavering, a hard shiver running through him every time Dodger pulls his hair. It feels so good that he never wants it to stop, and every slow movement buries that massive cock a little deeper inside him. It does hurt- after last night's roughness, he's been hurting all day, and no amount of gentility or patience could keep the size of Dodger's cock from stretching him wide enough to ache. But for now it's a low ache, a quiet burn that brings with it shocking, gorgeous pleasure.

Then it pushes a little deeper, enough to press hard and heavy in just the right way to make stars burst behind his eyes and heat rush through him. After that it's even easier to take, since every stroke makes him melt. There's a rough hand in his hair and bright pricks of pain at his hip that tell him Dodger's claws are coming out. That itself is exciting and reminds him of the demon at the petting zoo with a harsh thrill.

"So good," he moans, a little distractedly. His teeth are aching slightly and he suddenly remembers to adjust his ring- letting sharp, wicked fangs sprout with a rush of relief that makes him sigh. "That's better. Fuck."

Dodger grins, spurred on by the way that Garrett moans for him. He's being as slow as he can manage, but after everything he's put the man through he's sure it must still hurt. And something about that makes it so much better, knowing Garrett's abused body is struggling to take him. But he's still moaning.

He finally buries himself to the hilt, letting out a thrilled moan at the feeling of that tight heat. His hand moves from Garrett's hair to his throat, letting his claws rest softly on Garrett's jaw and neck. He leans forward so the older man can hear the growl in his breath, hear him panting right against his ear.

"You feel so fucking good." He growls, softly rocking his hips in shallow motions. "My good little slut, always ready to take me..."

While the dead end lane is mostly secluded, it isn't that far from the road. There are a few cars passing by, and one of them is coming along slow enough that they'll get a good look at what's happening.

It really is a struggle- without the lingering soreness this would be easy, but now it's a battle to force himself to relax and open up for this massive thing breaching him. Every inch drives him mad, filling and stretching him and driving the burn in deeper. Garrett swears he can feel the pain all the way inside, as sharp as the pleasure is hot.

When Dodger's hips finally rest against his ass, Garrett is so full he can hardly breathe. The first answer he has for that sweet taunting is to moan raggedly, leaning into the hand on his throat. He likes the feeling and the air of danger.

"I don't think I was ready," he whimpers, still struggling to keep his breathing steady.

(It's habit, at this point, to try and calm his breathing whenever Dodger is inside him. After weeks of being caged and denied, there's still an instinct to try to relax, to take it, and to not focus on his own pleasure. The funny thing is that trying to ignore the pleasure makes it harder to overlook the pain.)

Garrett leans into his grip, and Dodger laughs softly as he bucks sharply into him. He's leaning down to hook his teeth into Garrett's neck when the car passing by catches his attention, and he pauses as his eyes follow it.

The car turns into the dead end, probably trying to turn around. And stops. They've definitely been spotted, and Dodger pushes Garrett's chin up to look.

"Look at that, we've got an audience." He purrs, dragging his claws softly along Garrett's hip. "Make sure they get some eye contact, that's what makes a good show."

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