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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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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?"

Dodger rides it out for a moment, as if he hadn't heard the question. He waits for the tension and trembling to reach a peak, waits until he knows that Garrett won't be able to hold it any longer.

"Go ahead. Come for me."

He won't stop fucking him in the meantime. It will be another minute or so before Dodger manages to climax, and Garrett isn't going anywhere until then.

Garrett continues to obediently touch himself while waiting for an answer, but he's barely hanging on by a thread when he finally gets it. He doesn't even have time to thank Dodger before he's throwing his head back with a plaintive whine.

"Dodger, I- ah!"

Words fail him as a ragged, shuddering cry tears from his throat. Still fucking his own hand and reeling from the cock slamming into him, Garrett tips over the edge and comes in thick pulses that spill hot over the car hood. Dodger fucks him through it, prolonging the spasms and shaking, but he eventually comes down from the high with helpless shivers, holding on to Dodger for support as he cries out with every overstimulating, too-rough, painful thrust.

When Dodger finally manages to come it's a hard and rough affair - his body heats up much more than normal, just hot enough not to burn Garrett's hole. He pulls out while he's still coming, just to watch his hot spunk drip down along Garrett's leg.

"Fuck..." he purrs softly, gripping Garrett's ass as he leans back and letting his claws just barely sink in. "I can never get enough of you."

His eyes dart up to the man, wondering when he plans to leave. The old fuck seems to have just climaxed himself, or at least he isn't jacking it anymore. No longer interested now that he's come, Dodger shakes the watcher from his mind and focuses back on Garrett.

"You got the car dirty." His hand had let go of Garrett's throat, and now it buries in his hair, playing with it thoughtfully. "You should clean it up before we get going."

Garrett hisses in pain at the flash of heat. It might not actually burn, but it does hurt- everywhere, including deep inside. Including the cock buried all the way in him, hurting him even to the very last moment. It's almost a relief when Dodger pulls out to come on his leg.

It's less of a relief to feel claws digging into his skin. That gets another hiss, and he bats lightly at Dodger's hand, without any real feeling behind it. He knows how pointless struggling is.

(For his own part, Garrett has been trying to ignore the man ever since his own climax. So he's happy to have Dodger's full attention again.)

"Oh," he says, a little dazed from post-orgasmic haze. "Sure. Hold on." With a thought, he blasts a giant spike of ice at the cum on the car hood, leaving it there to jab into the sky. (Ahead of them, the car peels away like a bat out of hell; it seems the man finally realized he was jacking off to mutants.) Garrett looks back at Dodger, letting his head fall back onto the man's shoulder. "Can you melt that? My head hurts too much to switch elements that fast."

Dodger lets out an amused little snort, both at the man's swift retreat and Garrett's plan for cleaning the car.

"Was thinking of something a little kinkier than that." He comments, while snapping his fingers and manifesting a ball of fire that floats in midair just close enough to melt the ice. It's clean enough now, although the water is leaving trails that really accent all the dust on the hood.

Dodger takes a moment to pack his cock back into his pants, and flex his fingers until he can get his claws to retract. He pauses for a moment, and reaches for Garrett again to guide him into a kiss.

"That wasn't too much, was it?"

Garrett damn near collapses when Dodger lets go of him, bracing himself heavily against the car. He really would like to pull his own pants up as well, but his legs aren't doing great at the whole supporting-his-weight thing. It's a relief to go back into Dodger's arms, so he can wrap his own arms around the man's neck for support during that kiss.

"It was a lot, but I'm alright," he answers. A smirk twists his swollen, slightly bloodied lips. "Knowing we scared the piss out of that old weirdo really helps."

Dodger relaxes a bit, slipping his arms around Garrett's waist to help him balance. It's surprisingly cute to see Garrett like this, with his pants down and shirt open, grinning with a busted lip. Dodger reaches up to run his thumb over Garrett's lip, and he purrs before pulling him into another kiss.

"I love you." He murmurs, guiding Garrett to lean against the car hood so he can work on buttoning his shirt back up. "No one's gonna believe that fucker about what he saw. You're too good to be real."

"I love you too."

Garrett leans against the wet metal and rests his hands behind him so Dodger has better access to his shirt.

"Imagine him trying to tell somebody and not sound like he's making up a horny jack-off fantasy out of a dirty magazine," Garrett grins. "I'd rather be the hot mutant than the nasty bottom who licked cum off a dirty car hood."

"I'll corrupt you sooner or later." Dodger grins, leaning down so he can pull Garrett's pants back up and straighten out his clothing.

Once that's sorted out, he straightens up and leans forward, pressing his body against the older man and resting his chin on Garrett's chest with a contented sigh.

"So. Are you satisfied with the countryside, or do you wanna keep going and try to spot some cows?"

Garrett pulls Dodger closer, but immediately winces when the fabric of his shirt touches the wound on his neck. While Dodger talks, he starts to heal himself, making sure (as he's gotten in the habit of doing) to heal only the actual wounds, and not the soreness the actual sex left behind.

"Satisfied is a good word for it," he answers, resting his chin on Dodger's head. "If you promise to let me take you horseback riding some day, I'll have mercy on you now."

Dodger snorts softly, snuggling into Garrett's chest and humming softly.

"I'll give it a try. Not gonna promise I'll like it."

It feels nice to stay like this, wrapped up in Garrett's warm embrace and glowing from the aftermath of fucking him. The only thing that would make this better is a nap in his own bed.

His phone buzzes, and he buries his face in his boyfriend's chest. He is going to get his ass beat when he reports back.

"Let's head out, yeah?"

Garrett kisses Dodger's head softly and agrees. They chit-chat a little on the way back, joking about what the old man will do when he gets home or who he'll try to tell. There are a couple jokes exchanged about what websites they'll find a lurid account of the events posted on. It's actually pretty nice- until they reach the rental place.

The atmosphere seems to tense up as soon as they drive onto the lot. Once they park, Garrett reaches his hand out and asks, "Give me the card. I'll pay for it, you stay outside."

"Wh- no. Why?"

He pulls the key out of the ignition, but makes no move to exit the car. He just stops, and stares Garrett down.

"I told you and I told her, I'm gonna return it and pay for the rental. You've never even rented a car before, why are you acting like I don't know what I'm doing?"

Things had been going so well until then. Why does Garrett always have to dampen the mood like this?

Garrett sighs. "I know you know what you're doing, I just thought it might be smoother if the person she's scared of stays outside. I don't like the thought of her getting an even longer look at you- or you being inside if police show up."

Yes, the whole thing puts him on edge. He doesn't want bae getting in trouble.

Dodger's brow furrows, and he sets his jaw with a low growl before answering.

"Garrett, look me in the eyes and tell me how recognizable I am. Do you think it makes a fucking difference if she sees me again? If I end up in a police line-up - first of all, I won't, because the cops here are in Augustine's pocket - but if I end up in a line-up, none of the other four guys are gonna have three giant scars on their faces."

And now, he makes a move to get out of the car - not teleporting, just so he can slam the door on his way out.

Garrett gets out as well and quickly moves to intercept Dodger. Taking him by the arm, Garrett leans in and give the man a beardy kiss on the cheek.

"Hey. Don't get angry, I just worry. I've read about what police are like in pretty much every version of America. Can you blame me?"

Dodger stops short, with his face burning. He feels like a child being chided, and something about that bothers him as much as it weirdly excites him.

"I can handle myself. I'm not dead yet, right?"

He pauses, and takes a deep breath. Slowly, his shoulders relax and he speaks with slightly less growl in his voice.

"I've been dodging the cops as long as I can remember. Trust me, I know this world better than you do, and I haven't been arrested yet. Not once."

Garrett nods, brows furrowed in concern. There's still some tension in his own bearing but he tries to relax a little as he look down at the other man.

"Sorry- in my world, the renegade fugitive boyfriend getting caught even once has a best-case scenario of permanent imprisonment, and worst-case involves being Tranquil. So... yeah, it's a little stressful to be so open about it."

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