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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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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.

Dodger doesn't remember Garrett's nails scratching so sharply. Maybe it's just how sore he is - the man's hands already feel like they'll leave bruises. Fuck, even his cock feels like it will break him.

"Fuck," he whines, "Fuck me, dad."

He's too far gone to pick apart the implications of how that bursts out of him. He's already burning with embarrassment - literally, his skin feels feverish and hot to the touch. His cock feels like it's going to burst apart, aching desperately to come but unable to find any friction.

"Please.. please, I want to come..."

"I know," he growls, petting Dodger's hair soothingly. "You're so pretty when you beg."

Garrett reaches around to wrap his hand around Dodger's throat and pulls him close, leaning down so he can sink his teeth deep into the meat at the man's neck and shoulder. A groan rumbles in his throat at the burst of blood in his mouth, coppery and fever-hot and intoxicatingly full of life. His other hand digs into Dodger's hip, holding him in place while fucking him harder, lust driving him frantically closer and closer towards a glorious peak.

His hands are awkwardly crushed under Garrett's weight, adding another layer of pain even before that intoxicating bite. The hand on his throat brings a drunken smile to his face, even when it cuts off his moaning in favor of desperate, quiet choking.

The hand on his throat and teeth in his neck would probably be enough to make him come on their own, if he could just get a tiny bit of friction. His mind casts back to that night in Hell, Garrett teasing him for coming at the slightest touch. But now there's nothing, and he feels trapped.

He can't beg anymore so he just arching back against Garrett, as if it would charm him into giving Dodger what he needs.

Garrett can feel Dodger's desperation. He can taste how much the man in his arms wants to beg.

He doesn't care. After being denied and teased and caged so many times, Garrett is fine with making Dodger work for it. If being spanked, tied, fucked, bitted, and choked isn't enough to get him off, then Dodger can just suffer.

Ignoring him, and making sure to keep the man's cock away from the arm of the couch, Garrett continues to fuck Dodger hard, driving his cock in over and over in senseless, selfish pursuit of his own pleasure. It's so fucking hot to have someone so belligerent and stubborn completely melting in his arms, completely his, that he allows himself to get lost in it. In less than a minute, all that pleasure finally hits its peak, sliding electric down his spine as he comes with a muffled shout.

Dodger can feel Garrett getting closer, and the desperation rises in him until his eyes start to tear up, until little whines are forcing their way out past Garrett's grip. He can feel the blood running down his shoulder, or maybe it's just their sweat pooling together. Everything seems blurred together, even their bodies.

He trembles when Garrett fills him up, his entire body shaking from anticipation as much as exhaustion. It'll come, any second now. He's always gotten Garrett off, Garrett will return the favor.

Garrett fucks through his orgasm, slamming his cock into Dodger's ass in sharp, frenetic strokes that slowly lose steam. When he comes down to those last few slow thrusts, he releases Dodger's neck with his teeth and pants heavily in Dodger's ear. It's an indulgent moment meant not only for his own pleasure, but also to let the tension in Dodger's tight-strung body to simmer down a little bit.

He stays like that for a minute, holding his lover carefully (mindful of not gripping the man's throat too tight for breath) and letting the man whimper and whine as much as he needs. When Garrett is certain that Dodger's orgasm has slipped away, he pulls out and presses a soft kiss to the man's bloody shoulder.

"That was amazing."

Dodger leans down to press his face into the couch, continuing to tremble with pent-up energy. A low groan escapes him before he has to turn his head and actually catch his breath.

"Fffuck..." he whines softly, "Why'd you stop?"

He knows why. He just doesn't want to consider it. With another little groan of frustration, he moves again to try and rut against the couch arm.

Garrett slips an arm around his waist and holds Dodger against him gently.

"Come on, love, you know better than that."

Dodger could force it. If he really wanted to. He has the strength of a demigod, he has to hold it back constantly not to break the older man.

But he stills. And he buries his head in the couch again.

"Fuck you."

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