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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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From chattering with them, Garrett learns that Archer and Jazzlyn have known each other for ten years and dating for six. Jazzlyn is 27 and Archer is 34, but neither of them acknowledge the stigma. Jazzlyn has known Augustine for most of her life, but Archer didn't meet him until he got his first job. In fact, it seems most of Augustine's entourage has known each other and him for years before Dodger came along - by this world's timeline he's only been associated with them for a year and a half. Apparently, someone named Palo is very jealous of this.

It doesn't seem that Augustine is actually all that interested in the conversation - he shuts Archer down each time he tries to speak to him. Instead he and Dodger stay engaged in their own conversation, with Dodger largely ignoring his friends. And after a while, Dodger just focuses on his phone instead.

"You spend too much time on that thing..." Jazzlyn play-mopes, reaching over to tap Dodger's hand. "Hey Dodger, daddy's sending me to Boston in a month or so. Think you can keep me company?"

"Hm?" Dodger glances up, "Sure. I guess."

"No running off like last time."

"I had shit to do. For you."

Augustine cuffs Dodger on the back of the head, which makes him flinch again.

For what it's worth, Garrett doesn't even know that there's a stigma to their age difference. They're all adults, so it doesn't matter to her. She's more interested in the realization that Dodger is relatively new to these people- and it brings to light exactly why it's been so hard for the man to break free. The cult was so recent, and Dodger in this timeline is still so young, and he's been with them for less than two years.

It's all very interesting. The dynamic with Jazzlyn... she isn't sure what to make of it, except that she seems either flirty or like she's intent on needling him because she knows she can. Not that Garrett can blame her; someone that hot and scary must be fun to mess with if you know they can't do anything about it.

After Augustine hits Dodger, Garrett buries her displeasure in a deep drink from her glass to hide her expression, then texts Dodger:

get off ur phone

Jazzlyn also recoils a bit when Dodger is hit, but she seems much more immune to it. She's watched a lot of this, and it's stopped bothering her as much as it should. She's halfway through telling Garrett another story when Archer looks at his phone and nudges her. "It's getting late, I think we should get going. It was lovely to meet you, Marian - I'll leave a card at the front so you can keep ordering after we go."

"Awww... okay. Marian, here's my number-" Jazzlyn scribbles it quickly on a napkin, "Text me so I can let you know when I'm in town. Okay? And Dodger, treat this one nicely."

She gives him a look as she gets up that implies she knows what he can be like. Dodger answers with a scoff, but it's surprisingly playful. And he makes no effort to hide checking her out while they leave.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, kid." Augustine growls. "And eat something, for God's sake."

Dodger looks down at his plate blankly. By human standards he's eaten a lot, but nowhere near what Dodger usually eats.

Several things happen in quick succession, some baffling (just leaving your credit card so other people can infinitely spend your money??) and some nice (making a new friend). She glances up from putting Jazzlyn's number into her phone to find Dodger staring at Jazzlyn's ass.

"Dodger!" She whines, doing a pitch-perfect imitation of a jealous date. They both know she doesn't care, and that she in fact also checked the hotties out a little, but there's a part to play here. "Why don't you focus on your food, alright? I have to find the bathroom."

"Sure." Dodger nods, guiding her over to kiss her cheek before he lets her go.

Just before she closes the door behind her, Augustine can be heard hitting Dodger again, followed by an indignant "I'm eating, fuck!"

Garrett rolls her eyes but wanders off to the bathroom anyway. She touches up her lipstick and puts that shit over it that's supposed to keep it from smudging then uses the restroom while waiting for it to set. Afterwards she wanders off to the bar and orders a drink, telling them what tab to put it on.

A few minutes later, she returns to the private room with an appletini in hand.

Dodger is outside of the room when she approaches, speaking to one of the staff members. The person leaves and Dodger hesitates, just long enough to squeeze Garrett's arm comfortingly and whisper, "You okay? I gotta step out for a second."

Garrett nods and answers with a hushed, "I'm fine. Let me know if you need anything."

After a little arm squeeze she goes back into the room, greeting Augustine with a smile. "Victor, sorry for being gone for so long. I got a bit distracted by the bar."

"Not a problem. Dodger should be back in a while, in the meantime... I can pick your mind a little."

There's a waitress clearing up the leftover food, but otherwise they're alone now. Augustine motions for her to sit beside him in Dodger's chair, which is uncomfortably warm from his body heat.

"Dodger didn't talk much about you. Where are you from?"

Garrett takes a seat next to Augustine, already resigned to how this is going to go. Too warm by half, starting to get tipsy, and still working on her food. She hitches up a convincing smile and tries not to look like she's making shit up as she goes.

"I don't like to talk about myself much," Garrett answers, taking a sip from her drink. "My childhood was incredibly boring, but lonely. A tiny little town with more cows than people, and I think only two mutants in the whole place, until my father passed. I like Boston a lot."

That gets a chuckle out of him. "Hey, boring is better than half the fucks that work for me. Even the over-the-table pencil-pushers seem to have it rough."

He slides his latest glass of whiskey toward her.

"Chill this for me, wouldja?"

Garrett wraps her hand around it and lets the whiskey itself freeze over- but freezing whiskey is no small feat, and the glass itself becomes so cold that a layer of ice forms around the outside of the glass, like the layer of dangerous sparkle that coats the world after an ice storm. The whiskey itself only has a thin frozen layer at the top, easily broken when she nudges the glass, but getting alcohol to freezing point at all is impressive. She's more than a little proud of herself for managing the spell quietly, with no fanfare or hand motions, without exploding the glass.

"There you go. You might want a napkin to hold it, freezing alcohol isn't easy."

"Sure." He says it the same way as Dodger, with the undertone of superiority and suspicion.

Augustine sips his whiskey with a quiet sound of appreciation, and his other hand once again strays down to Garrett's thigh.

"You're a frost mutant, then. Dodger seems to have a kink for them." He watches her carefully - his eyes are a piercing sort of blue, that seem to be staring straight into her. "How'd you meet him?"

That tone reminds her so much of Dodger. She's starting to see where her boyfriend has aped some of his mannerisms.

The hand on her thigh makes her tense a little, as do the too-blue eyes that are trying to peel her apart. The gaze is worse, actually. She shifts uncomfortably.

"In a bar." Well, that was their second meeting. She can't exactly describe the torture chamber in Hell or the knife fight. "He stopped some creep from harassing me. I think he just wanted to harass me instead, but things worked out fine."

Augustine sneers subtly. Of course, that sounds exactly like Dodger. Shoving another man aside just to claim the same slut.

"He's something, alright." Augustine's hand moves up further, into the spot where her thighs meet. "He doesn't talk much about his private life - and honestly, I don't care. But it's nice to see him bringing some good eye candy along."

No concealing by now that he's fully intending to abuse his power while Dodger is gone. And honestly, it probably won't stop when Dodger comes back.

Garrett's thighs tense. She wants to cross her legs and force him to pull his hand out, she wants to yank his hand away, she wants to punch him in his smug face. But any of those actions would lead to Dodger getting beaten or worse, and....

"Thanks, I think." Her voice is just as tense as the rest of her. She reaches for a glass, downing half the martini in a single go just to distract herself. She's not fucking drunk enough for this. "I'm surprised that you don't have a date of your own."

He knows exactly how tense she is. He wouldn't bother with this sort of powerplay if she just spread her legs for him. It's the thrill of the hunt that makes it worthwhile.

"I prefer not to keep myself tied down." He pauses, "And one-off dates don't belong at these sorts of events. If the kid thinks you do, then let's hope you'll be around for a while."

There's something of an implied threat in that. The way he's watching her, he knows how trapped she is - whether it's Dodger or herself that she's focused on he can't say, but she's smarter than she wants to look. The chess pieces are already moving between them.

Everything about this sucks. The overlap in her skirt that makes it so easy to pull open and push up, the keyhole in her dress that shows so much cleavage, the power dynamic crackling in the air that gives him complete control over everything happening. Garrett squirms uncomfortably, keenly aware of his hand between her legs, not yet making contact with her most intimate areas but... so close. She knows what he wants, and knows some of what he's threatening if she doesn't give it to him.

"I hope so too." She swallows her pride and looks down at her plate, picking at a piece of crispy duck. "I want things to go well."

With some difficulty, she forces the tension in her muscles - in her thighs- to relax. With the alcohol buzzing in her veins, it's easier than she expected.

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"Good."

Her dress parts so easily, the neckline is low and gives a wonderful view. He wonders how much of an influence Dodger had in that - she already looks like a virgin sacrifice.

Well, maybe not virgin.

His fingers are moving dangerously close when the door slides open, and Dodger reenters. Augustine pauses, and Dodger hesitates once the door is closed.

"Lock the door."

"....Sure."

Garrett glances up at Dodger, only to look away quickly. She's already regretting the decision to come to dinner, and doesn't want to meet his eyes. All he gets is a quiet, "Hi."

They should have stayed in. A little grab-ass she was prepared for, but Garrett wasn't ready for Augustine to do anything requiring privacy and a locked door. It makes her wonder how much influence he has, that he can lock a private room in someone else's restaurant without getting questioned.

Dodger has a bloody lip, presumably from whatever he was doing outside. Of course there was violence involved. He locks the door, but stays frozen beside it. Augustine's fingers finally reach to brush over Garrett's panties as he growls, "Sit down."

"Sure."

There's clear reluctance in his motions, but he teleports over to sit on the table with his feet up on one of the chairs. His eyes are locked onto her legs, and even he's not sure if it's out of dread or arousal. The anxiety of the scene is prickling across his back.

Augustine's gaze is locked on Garrett's face, while his fingers press in through the cloth to run across her cunt. Not trying anything in particular, just scoping out and exploring. Taking his time to show off the power he holds over both of them.

With humiliation flushing her cheeks, Garrett shuts her eyes and bows her head, as if trying to shut out the surroundings altogether. It's impossible to shut out the feeling of his fingers probing, though, invading her so intimately for no other reason than making a point. That they're powerless, and he can do whatever he wants to them.

A little voice in the back of her mind wonders if Dodger expected this. If he set this up. Sure, he gave her an out earlier, but they both knew there would be retaliation (right?) and maybe he knew Augustine would be like this. He's always talking about sharing her or letting her get used.

At least her ring is on. Without it, she probably would have shown her fangs and done something stupid already. She just wants it to be over, for him to get bored before this gets worse.

Augustine pushes her underwear aside, and pinches her clit sharply before rubbing circles around it.

"Eyes open. Look at me."

He doesn't wait for her to recover, and pushes his fingers inside of her. They're thicker, rougher than Dodger's - there's no pretense that this is anything other than a power play. His attention glides back to Dodger, and he scoffs quietly.

"Enjoying the show?"

Dodger hesitates, and can't bring himself to speak. He just nods. Even if he's not exactly enthusiastic... his breath has definitely picked up.

Garrett yelps and squirms at the sharp pinch - and the intense surge of sensation it brings. It's exactly the kind of treatment she loves, and by the time she opens her eyes to meet Augustine's gaze, her cheeks are warm with more than just embarrassment. That, in turn, brings its own hot rush of shame that her traitorous body is responding even a little to this unwanted assault.

The only time she dares to break Augustine's gaze is to glance at Dodger, betrayal scrawled across her face at his nod. Of course, of course he'd be getting off on this. Fucking asshole. She looks back at Augustine, eyes dark and hateful as his fingers roughly violate her. It's rough and kind of hurts, but her cunt is responding anyway, twitching around his fingers and starting to get slick to the touch. Fuck, she wishes she wasn't here.

"You're a sick freak, kid." Augustine sneers, "But I gotta say, you've got good taste."

Dodger's body is responding more than he wants it to - three years in a hedonistic paradise can do that to a man. His cock is pushing again his pants, and he moves a hand to subtly press it down. He finally manages to look at Garrett's face, and he really wishes he hadn't. She's being tormented and it's... so fucking hot.

"Spread your legs. Let him get a good look.

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