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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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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.

Garrett shakes her head quietly, still looking at him, before self-preservation takes over. Slowly she spreads her legs, pulling her skirt far apart and showing off stood view of her cunt, just starting to get wet with Augustine's fingers plunging in deep. Her clit piercing glints in the low restaurant lighting.

"Victor," she says softly. "Come on." Stop.

The little beg makes him chuckle, low and dangerous. Finally his fingers pull out, and he forces her mouth open to make her suck them clean.

"It's about time we headed out." He speaks casually, even while his fingers are in deep enough to make Garrett gag. He leans in closer, "Next time you'll get a lot more."

He finally lets her go, and nudges Dodger, "You're free to go. Get some rest, we're heading back tomorrow night."

"Yeah. Alright." Dodger hesitates again, "See you later, boss."

It feels like forever before he finally pulls his fingers out of her. No respite, though- he immediately forces her mouth open, and that she actually tries to fight before realizing to her horror that even a normal man is hopelessly stronger than her right now. There's nothing she can do to stop him from shoving his cunt-slick fingers in her mouth and make her lick her own juices off of him.

Fuck, her cheeks are burning. He's rough about it, shoving in so far that she gags on them even as he leans in and promises to rape her later.

When Augustine finally lets her go, she's shaking a little. Pulling her underwear and skirt back into place make her feel like a used whore, and she can't get out of there fast enough, following Dodger without so much as a goodbye to their host. As tipsy as she is, it's all she can do not to throw a fireball at his head just to hear him scream.

Dodger wraps an arm around her as they leave, guiding her out of the restaurant and over to the side so they can wait for their car. It can't come fast enough. He doesn't speak, doesn't look at her - he's pretty sure of what she's thinking and he doesn't want to face it. Not yet. Not when his cock is still much more awake than he wants it to be.

When the car comes he just wordlessly helps her in, and sits beside her with his head bowed and his hands clasped together. Fuck, he feels like he could kill someone. Just to get rid of the lump of ice in his throat.

She sees the bulge in his pants when he stands up, saw it earlier when he was adjusting himself to hide the erection. Some part of Garrett wants to think it was just an involuntary response to stimuli and that he didn't actually enjoy any part of it- but she knows how he feels about Augustine, and how much he likes seeing Garrett being used, abused, or fucked by other people.

When they're in the car, she reaches over to nudge his clasped hands out of the way, showing off the hardness still evident.

"You liked that." It isn't a question.

Dodger bites his lip, worrying the split until it bleeds again. He lets her move his hands, lets her see his aching erection, but pushes her away again just to hide his shame.

"So what."

Garrett crosses her legs tightly like she's been wanting to do all night and looks out the window, eyes quiet. Her cheeks are still pink, her lipstick is ruined from Augustine's fingers with the rest wiped away on the restaurant napkin. And he liked it.

"You like watching me get hurt." Again, it's not a question. With a little tch of irritation, she flicks a ball of healing light at his face with the same intensity she'd use to throw sparks at an enemy.

The shock of having his lip healed almost makes it hurt a little. He flinches, and clenches his hands with some temptation to yell at her.

"I can't control what my cock does." He snaps quietly, softly.

He wants to punch something. Instead he just hides his face in his hands. He doesn't want to look at her, he doesn't want her to look at him. He doesn't want anything until the candy wears off and he can put some mental distance in front of it.

Unfortunately for both of them, the candy tends to last anywhere from 24 to 48 hours if the person transforming doesn't have some kind of intimacy. And even then, it can be a crapshoot as to whether it wears off right away or lasts the full amount of time. They're stuck with this for a little while yet.

"I didn't realize you were going to leave me alone with him," she says quietly. "What else would you have let him do to me?"

"I don't have control over that!" His voice is louder this time, and he finally meets her eyes.

His hands are shaking.

"I had to take care of something, I wasn't trying to leave you with him. Anyway you're the one that wanted to stick around him. What do you think, was this better than him hitting me for keeping you away from him?"

Garrett holds his gaze, stricken by how upset he looks. Where was that look a few minutes ago?

"I don't know," she admits truthfully. It feels selfish to say no, but a lie to say yes. "This sort of thing is a lot easier to deal with when the air is full of aphrodisiacs."

"Yeah. Yeah, it is."

Dodger's gaze drops to the floor. His face is red, and he's honestly relieved that he feels his cock slowly deflating. Slowly he reaches over, and places his hand on her knee.

"He owns me. I can't do anything about this. Alright?"

Another hand on her knee. Again. All night, and this time she wants to shove him away the way she wished she could have done to Augustine. She doesn't. Dodger doesn't deserve that.

Well, maybe a little. Maybe for saying he can't do anything about it. To push the issue a bit, she reminds him, "You heard what he said about next time. Should we do anything about it, or just keep aphro in my purse for an emergency?"

Dodger's eyes search over her face, running whatever cryptic equations he needs for his thoughts to process. He doesn't know. He's known this whole time that Garrett being here would force him to pick between Garrett and Augustine, but the pressure is still hurting his head.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Not without a lot of collateral damage." He grimaces, "I told you how much it would fuck things up if something happened to him."

Garrett nods unhappily, resigning herself to it with a deep breath.

"Well, fine. If it means your life doesn't get fucked, I'll get fucked instead." She sighs. It's not... not entirely fair, is it, to blame him entirely for something he's clearly unhappy about. "I'll try to find a way to be alright with it, but I reserve the right to put a bullet in him some day."

Dodger hesitates, and shifts his hand to wrap around Garrett's waist instead. To pull her closer, and hold her protectively.

"I love you." He murmurs. "If he pushes it too far, I'll kill him myself."

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