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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 leans down over Dodger's back and brushes a soft, whiskery kiss to the scarred skin. "Good boy."

Then the moment passes: he straightens up and rubs Dodger's ass briskly in the spot he just hit. "Here's what's going to happen, Jamie," he explains sternly, his fingers dipping down to rub the tight ring of muscle down below. "You're going to address me as sir, except for after I hit you. Every time I take the belt to you you're going to say, thank you, father. Understood?"

Every touch and grope pulls pleasured sounds from him, and he even surprises himself when Garrett starts to rub around his hole and he feels no sense of panic. Only excitement, just like years ago when he slept around behind Janet's back.

"Yes, sir."

The instructions catch his attention - Garrett doesn't like daddy but he does like father. And Dodger finds that he loves that distinction. The two of them really are fucked up.

"Good."

Garrett sets his hand on Dodger's back, resting heavily as he positions himself. Moving his feet just so, shifting his weight just so until he's ready. His hand massages the smooth skin, tight over round muscle, for a moment before retaking its place on Dodger's back, heavy and strong enough to hold most men in place.

"Ten strikes for every time you've spoken out of turn today. One." He brings the belt down hard on Dodger's ass with a loud smack and waits for Dodger to respond.

Another moan, as Garrett gropes him. The hand on his back is heavy and firm, and he relaxes until it feels like it could hold him. That seems to help, when the next lash strikes him.

"Fuck... Thank you, father." Even the first time saying it feels dirty.

It feels dirty to Garrett, too, running down his spine all filthy and forbidden. A memory returns to him suddenly of Dodger's slender young body, muscled but still smooth and adolescent, bent over a couch very like this one with his cock dripping. Small underneath him in bed, hot against his skin, tight around his cock as Garrett clamped his hand strong over his son's mouth and took him in the night.

Fuck.

"Good boy," he breathes huskily. "Two."

He strikes Dodger with the belt again, across the ass. Garrett brings the leather strap down again and again, using if not all then at least a lot of his phenomenal strength, making sure to cover as much of the skin as possible, layering strikes over each other, getting Dodger's ass as red and tender as possible. Every once in a while he aims a strike at Dodger's balls, and once manages to get the underside of the man's hard, aching cock.

After getting up to 15, he stops and takes a breath, rubbing Dodger's tender, sore ass and looking at him for signs of distress.

"Alright, boy?"

Each strike earns a moan or hiss, followed by an increasingly shaky thank you, father. The strike to his cock pulls a noise he didn't know he could make, high pitched and needy.

Finally he's given a rest, and he's left panting and shaking just a bit. This is a scene he's wanted for years, even more so after the memories of Garrett's drunken groping and that massive cock moving through his much smaller frame. The added history makes the anticipation that much harder, and be moans even just from Garrett's hand on his sore cheeks.

"Yes, sir." He manages, still more eager than pained. "I love it, sir."

"Good boy," he says, rubbing the sore, inflamed skin soothingly. Garrett's voice is gentle but thick with lust, the rich dark-brown tone betraying how hard his cock is trapped in his jeans. Despite the discomfort, though, he refuses to give himself relief: there's a kind of satisfaction in being forced to endure the small discomfort of a trapped cock while inflicting such pain on Dodger. It will be all the sweeter when he finally gets to bury himself in that tight ass.

"You take it so well," Garrett murmurs, leaning down to kiss right at the small of his back. "There's ten more to go. Do you think you can handle that?"

That tone sends shivers down Dodger's spine - it feels exhilarating to be owned like this, forced to endure whatever Garrett wants to give him, and the way the man speaks to him might be the best part.

"I can handle it. Sir." He tacks the last word on purposefully, letting Garrett know that it isn't just the scene. He really can handle it, and wants it.

"Good."

He straightens up again and rains five more blows down, waiting for Dodger's reply after each one and bringing down the next almost before the man is done speaking. At 20 he says, "Those were for calling me daddy, but this one is for lying to me- twenty-one."

Crack.

"Twenty two- keeping secrets."

Crack.

"Twenty three- not sleeping last night." Crack. "Twenty-four - not taking care of yourself." Crack! "Do you understand, Jamie?"

By the twentieth, it does finally start to hurt. Honestly hurt. He doesn't say anything, though - the sting and the sense of danger still have him shaking with need.

He answers Garrett's strikes each time, but the words are sticking and settling in his head. Not taking care of himself... Out of everything, is that really what Garrett's bothered by?

"Tha... Thank you, father." He falters, "I understand."

A flat out lie.

Garrett sighs gently, his hand soothing as it rubs Dodger's back. "It's alright, sweetheart." Memories of a young childhood that never happened, when the children were young enough for sweetheart to not be weird. "I know you don't. It's okay."

His grip firms up again. "Last one. Twenty-five."

The belt comes down again.

His fake childhood hangs in the air and curls around that sweetheart. But beyond that, it's a word he's always associated with Barry. A word he'd hurt between them while he snuck in to watch them at night.

Another strike, and he gasps at the pain that's nearly numbed out from the strikes before.

"Th-thank you, father."

His body is shaking, but it's half pain and half anticipation. He wants to feel what it's like to be fucked while his ass is stinging with pain.

"Father, I want your cock. Please."

That absolutely filthy request draws a low groan out of him, rumbling deep in his chest at the sheer depravity of the word Father. Garrett's hand moves over the tender red skin and rubs tenderly, encouraging blood to flow and countering the pain-numbed effect. Just to make sure Dodger is feeling everything, his nails drag very lightly.

"Right now?" he asks, other hand taking out his cock. Garrett spreads Dodger's ass and gets the head of his cock right up against Dodger's hole, snug and far too wide for what the tight body under him is ready for. "Do you want me to split you open?"

Dodger moans softly at the nails digging into his tender skin, and again with a shiver as he feels the wide head of Garrett's cock pressing against his hole. It's far too big for him, but in his lustful haze he doesn't care. He just needs to be filled.

"Please... please, I need it."

Garrett chuckles as he rubs the head of his cock against Dodger's hole, enjoying the whines and begging. His nails scratch the tender skin again while he indulges himself in the temptation to just do it. To do what he hasn't done in almost a year and shove his cock into a tight, unprepared hole. Only his conscience holds him back- and the desire to make Dodger scream with pleasure, not agony.

"Slut."

He reaches down, then, and takes Dodger's hand and gently twists it behind his back. Then the other, so he's holding Dodger's wrists crossed, and loops the belt around them over and over to tie Dodger's hands behind his back. Without arms, the position completely takes away Dodger's agency, face pressed into the couch helplessly. Then he pulls his hips back and shoved two magically-slicked fingers into Dodger's ass without preamble. Prep will be quick and rough, with a tiny bit of healing woven in if Dodger seems to be struggling too much.

"Relax, Jamie," he instructs in a warm, encouraging tone. "Let me in. I know you're good at taking cock, so prove it to me."

He knows what is happening as soon as Garrett twists his arm back, and shifts to bring his other arm up for him. As keyed up as he is, he manages to find even more excitement in being bound, unable to escape whatever Garrett plans to do.

He honestly expects a full cock shoving into him. It pulls a noise almost like a squeak when Garrett's fingers press into him, and he presses his face into the couch to try and hide how he blushes bright red.

It feels like heaven, especially with the twists of pain being wicked away each time with Garrett's healing spells. Garrett's warm voice washes over him, and he moans openly as he's stretched open.

"Fuck... Fuck, please, sir, I need you inside me."

Another finger, quick and hard, to stretch him open. Garrett spreads his fingers wide and heaves a husky breath at the way Dodger moans for him, writhing and needy and flushed so bright tender-red.

"I know," he croons, scissoring his fingers and working them in and out mercilessly. The magic is a bit of a cheat, with healing and heat both used to speed up the process and mend whatever hurt comes from Garrett forcing him to open so quickly. Whenever Dodger tries to hide his face, Garrett pulls the younger man's hair to force his head back, baring his bright red flush to the open air. "You love my cock, don't you? You liked it when I came into your room and fucked you in your bed. You wanted it."

Part of him needs to hear it. They've talked about this before, it's many months dead and in the ground, but whenever the filthy memory comes back to him there's a part of Garrett deep in his soul that needs reassurance that his sweet son wanted to be violated like that.

Dodger gasps as his head is dragged back, his body tingling from the pull on his hair. He's panting sharply, held in the air only by Garrett's hand on him and flushed red with embarrassed excitement.

"Yes... yes, I wanted it, I- fuck, I loved it..."

Somewhere in there, he knows that Garrett needs that. Outside of just the scene, he wants Garrett to know that it was good for him, too. He hopes it's obvious, with the way his mind is being addled by the promise of that thick cock.

Yeah, that pretty much assuages any lingering fears Garrett had. There's no mistaking the way Dodger is melting and falling apart for him, babbling about how much he loves cock while flushing bright red from desire.

"You were such a slut," he jeers, pulling his fingers back while still spread out wide- so Dodger's hole gets forcibly and breathtakingly stretched around him.

Just a moment of near-cruelty before Garrett pulls free, immediately wrapping that hand around the base of his cock to line himself up. A quick spell adds more of that magical slickness inside Dodger's body, so that when the thick head of his cock starts to gently push inside Dodger's tight, waiting hole, it's a smooth, easy journey. Garrett grips Dodger's hips hard enough for nails to dig into tender, inflamed skin and doesn't pause at all while slowly burying his cock deep inside Dodger's ass. Only when his hips are flush with the other man's body does he stop, buried to the root, and gives the man only a few seconds to adjust before pulling back and snapping forward hard. Hard enough for their skin to slap together, knowing it will hurt.

The first push forces another new noise out of Dodger - a low whine, twisted into a startled yelp from the sudden thrust. It hurts, but nowhere near enough to counteract the pleasure of it. Even when Garrett's hips snap again his sore and reddened skin, sending a wave of stinging pain through him. Really, that just elevates the feeling of it.

Dodger lets out a drunken little laugh, and turns his head as much as he can to look at Garrett.

"How long- have you been wanting to do this?"

Garrett grabs Dodger by the hair and forces his head down into the couch cushion.

"What, beat you red and fuck you silly?" Garrett laughs with another hard thrust. "Too long."

His hands go to Dodger's hips again and he settles into a deep, hard rhythm with the trademark pace they both love: slow movements out and sharp strokes in. Every hard thrust slaps their bodies together just for the pleasure of making Dodger squeal like that. He's mesmerized by the bright red of Dodger's abused, sore ass, and how good it looks with his cock in it.

Each stroke sends a shudder through his body, and he lets out yelps and squeals that melt into moans each time. He feels almost dizzy, taken apart by the overwhelming pleasure of it.

He shifts his hips slightly, trying in vain to rub his cock into the arm of the couch. With the angle and the way Garrett is holding him, he knows it won't get anywhere but fuck, this already has him so tantalizingly close.

Garrett notices Dodger wiggling and yanks on him a little, pulling Dodger back to meet his next hard thrust. It's more of a message than a reprimand, to remind Dodger who's in charge.

"Does it hurt?" He asks breathlessly, eager to hear Dodger's answer- and, fucking him harder, ensuring that their bodies have more of an impact with every stroke.

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Another ragged gasp escapes him, and another shudder moves through him. He can barely answer, with how each thrust from that thick cock seems to smash through his thoughts.

"Yeah... Fuck, it hurts..." He moans out, needing a moment to catch his breath before he can pant, "I want it harder- please."

Dodger never seems to say 'please', in or out of bed. It's a sign of how addled his mind is, how purely he's submitted to Garrett that it keeps bubbling up.

The repeated please stand out to Garrett, who knows how rude and demanding Dodger can be. Who knows that the man hardly ever says that word unless obnoxiously prompted. Such complete submission is wonderful, intoxicating to realize the sheer strength of the man moaning and whining under him. Garrett's head pounds with the thrill of having someone with the power of a demigod begging for his cock.

"You want it?" he pants, fingers digging into Dodger's hips harder. There are the beginnings of claws, but he doesn't notice yet. "Good. Take it."

Garrett picks up speed, pulling Dodger back to meet him on every stroke- harder, deeper, chasing the pleasure that's racing down his spine and knotting in his loins. This scene is so fucking hot, and he can't get enough of how good Dodger looks squirming underneath him, ass bright red and hot to the touch, hands bound, while the tough, brash, grizzled man whines and begs for cock. It has him half out of his mind with lust.

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