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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 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."

Garrett yelps loudly at the sudden thrust, conflicting feelings exploding through him in a sharp flare of pleasure-pain. It's all he can do to close his eyes and breathe through it, every exhale coming out as a thready sound.

He doesn't even notice that they have company until Dodger points it out. His eyes go wide at the stopped car and despite the hand around his throat he pushes against the car in an instinctive attempt to fucking run. It goes nowhere, of course, and it occurs to him to realize that he should have known better. Dodger is determined to keep him here under the gaze of complete fucking strangers watching him get bent over and fucked.

To make matters worse, those claws drag over his skin light enough to draw out a soft, shivering sigh that feels incredibly vulnerable. Dodger has him completely trapped, pinned like a butterfly to a board, helpless to do anything but stare at the car with wide eyes. The driver, a middle-aged man with a bad combover, stares back in obvious shock. Garrett expects him to turn around, since that's the usual response to seeing two strangers fuck in public, but the car drifts just a little bit closer before stopping again. The man stares back at them and then Garrett notices, to his utter humiliation, that the man's arm is moving. His hand.

Garrett flinches a little and struggles once more, wanting desperately to look away from the unwanted voyeur, but to no avail.

It only takes Dodger a moment to see what the man is doing, and it pulls another laugh out of him. His claws dig in properly, sinking into Garrett's skin as he fucks him in slow, deep motions.

"That's it... look, see? He's enjoying the show. Let's get nice and loud for him."

He tightens his grip properly on Garrett's throat, not quite blocking his breath but certainly making it harder, while he leans down to sink his teeth into Garrett's neck.

When Dodger's claws sink in, Garrett cries out sharply, suddenly thrown back into that pen in the petting zoo so very long ago. Dodger's claws are shorter and less sharp than the demon's were, so it hurts a little more. It's just more pain to layer on top of the slow, deep fucking at a heart-stopping angle that burns on every slick thrust.

Garrett doesn't want to be moaning the way he is. He doesn't want the intense pleasure from the huge, heavy weight of cock filling him, not when a strange, creepy old man is staring at them lasciviously. He doesn't want to put on a show. He wants to answer but Dodger takes his voice away with a tight choke hold that leaves him even more helpless than he was before, caught in Dodger's arms. The explosion of pain in his neck from sharp teeth is almost a relief just as distraction from those watching eyes. It gives him an excuse to close his eyes and cry out raggedly, lost in a sea of pain and deep, low, overwhelming need.

"Dodger," he chokes, muffled and strained. "Tel- teleport."

Somewhere else. Please, for the love of god, even just behind a damn tree would be better than this.

Dodger hears him, but he isn't interested in complying. Instead his grip tightens further - he lets go with his mouth, and adjusts his hand to properly cut off Garrett's breathing. He licks his lips, moaning openly at the taste of blood in his mouth. And all the while his hips move faster, more frantically, searching for the perfect angle to drive him over the edge.

Every so often he glances over at their voyeur. Each time he catches the man's eye, his cock gets noticeably harder. The attention, the scandal of being caught like this, has his brain buzzing with all sorts of excitement, better than any sort of drug he's tried.

"Fuck... Look how much he likes it..."

He releases Garrett's hip, only to reach up and fumble with the buttons of Garrett's shirt. Slowly he manages to open it, button by button, until he can pull it back to lay Garrett's chest bare for the stranger to see.

Garrett closes his eyes in resignation when Dodger responds by choking him out and fucking him harder. Of course there was no chance of escape- Dodger loves to ignore his requests in moments like this in favor of pushing harder, going farther, coaxing or coercing Garrett into more and more extreme acts until he barely knows himself in the debauchery.

Like now: driving that massive cock into him over and over, bloody and exposed for a complete stranger. It's too hard and too fast, but with a hand around his throat Garrett can't even cry out or tell Dodger that it hurts. All he can do is take it. But that's the thrill, isn't it? That despite his instinctive desire to get out of this, some part of him absolutely loves being held so tight and helpless like this. He loves being made weak and powerless in the arms of someone strong enough to take him and humiliate him and treat him like a whore.

In fact, Dodger's words finally get him to open his eyes, curious more than anything, to the sight of someone old enough to be his father jerking off while staring them down. A gasp catches in his throat, knotting up painfully at the sudden withdrawal of claws from his flesh. He's already so intensely exposed, but Dodger starts to strip him down, pulling his shirt open so the strange man can see Garrett's chest - heaving with airless breaths, shining with sweat, blood running down in bright-red trickles against his pale skin. Garrett locks eyes with the man, who mouths something he can't understand and moves his hand faster.

His head is spinning. Not just from the intensity of this voyeurism, this humiliation. Not just from the helplessness of his position, trapped by one man and stripped bare for another. Not just from the growing heat curling tight at the base of his spine, or the pain lancing through him so intensely that his eyes are shining and wet. The longer they go like this, the more the his lungs burn with a desperate need for air. A hand comes up to claw at Dodger's arm, silently begging for mercy while he chokes.

He loves how Garrett is learning to submit, when he applies a bit of pressure. No struggling, just the quiet acceptance that he'll never be able to meet Dodger's strength. The feeling of fucking him like this has Dodger so intoxicated, it takes him a moment or two to notice the hand clawing at him.

His grip loosens, but still rests softly against his throat. Right when Garrett is given permission to breathe again, Dodger bucks his hips suddenly and buries himself to the hilt. He lets out a low, ragged moan into Garrett's ear, that melts off to a quiet laugh as he goes back to his rough rhythm.

"He's loving it. You look so fucking hot right now, I could fuck you like this forever..."

Even though, going by his rising temperature, he's pretty close to coming right now.

"Next time it'll be in front of my men, I'll let them watch us up close... let them touch you, and fuck your mouth if they want."

Garrett arches his back and cries out loudly, dizzied with pleasure, relief, and pain from the harsh thrust. Every filthy word from Dodger's lips wraps around him like the hand on his throat, dragging his attention back to their voyeur. The man is really unattractive, not somebody that Garrett would ever choose to go for at all, and somehow that just makes this more thrilling. It adds a degrading sense of humiliation at being forced to perform for someone he would never want to touch. The fact that Dodger is so fucking turned on by it is even better, because Garrett feels like he's making Dodger happy. He's being good and giving his lover what he wants, and that warms him inside like nothing else. It's almost enough to make up for how much this hurts.

Then Dodger keeps talking. Dodger says all kinds of filthy things about letting Garrett get fucked by his men, sharing him like a toy, like an object, and while stripped bare and exposed for a stranger's pleasure the idea hits Garrett like a freight train.

"Oh god." He gasps roughly, reaching back to fist his hand in Dodger's hair just for something to hold on to. "Like the petting zoo."

All those hands on him when he was blind and bound. Dodger ordering him to stay still and let them touch. The memory of being a pet for others to play with, having no agency or will of his own, comes back to him so strongly that he shudders in Dodger's arms, cock throbbing urgently. Every thrust hurts and Dodger's cock feels like it's splitting him open, the pain enough to start drowning out the pleasure, but the thought of being a powerless, mindless toy for Dodger to pass around has him keening roughly, flushing bright red, balls drawing tight.

"Dodger," he whines, seeking permission for his pleasure out of habit even without the cage. "I need..."

Those moans really bring this over the edge - the sheer debauchery of having loud, unapologetic sex on a car hood for this ugly old man to watch. It drives him to fuck Garrett harder and faster, to drag those beautiful noises out of him and answer them with his own rough groans.

Just like the petting zoo. Having Garrett blindfolded and bound, clinging desperately to Dodger's every word. It was the first time it really hit Dodger, how eager Garrett is to be treated like a toy for others' pleasure. An urge that he's been all too happy to provide for, and to keep pushing the limits of.

"Go ahead." He growls, pleased by the fact that Garrett still seeks permission. "Jack yourself off, show him how much you love it."

With a whine Garrett reaches for his cock, taking himself in hand and moaning in loud relief. He strokes in quick time with every thrust, picking up speed when Dodger does until he's shaking with it. He clings to Dodger desperately, as if helplessly seeking anchor or solace, every thought of strange hands and cocks in his mouth bringing him closer to the edge.

It doesn't take long: soon he's shaking, thighs trembling, gasping under the onslaught of pleasure and agony before he remembers that he's allowed to ask now. Garrett turns his head to try and seek Dodger's lips, but succeeds only in rubbing their cheeks together and whining helplessly.

"Can I come?"

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