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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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It takes a few minutes before Dodger follows, almost like he's teasing Garrett. Finally he appears in a blast of heat, close enough that he's already pressed against Garrett. He isn't surprised at all that she's stretching herself - he'd been watching her through the wall. How cute.

"You're so eager... You really want me that badly?"

He unzips his pants, stroking his cock and making sure his knuckles run against her ass and push her skirt up.

"Pull your dress down, I wanna see your tits in the mirror."

Garrett gasps and braces her hand against the mirror, pulling her fingers out of her ass and groping clumsily for a paper towel. Once she finds one and wipes her fingers off, she pulls her very low-cut dress down farther to expose her breasts, full and perky from having never known gravity. Her cheeks flush a little to see herself like this, and she doesn't know how to feel about it.

"Are you really surprised that I want you?" she whispers, grinding her ass against his cock. "You love it."

He lets out another growling purr, taking a moment to bite her shoulder. Not quite enough to break the skin, but close.

"I do love it... I love you."

He grips her ass, holding it still so he can push just the head of his cock into her. Just enough to let her adjust to it.

"I l-"

Her answer dies on her lips at the press of his cock into her ass, stretching her hole so wide around him that for a moment, Garrett can't breathe. It's a struggle to not melt into moans that would get them caught, but she manages to channel it all into a white-knuckled grip on the soap dispenser instead of making noise. In fact, she's so focused on staying quiet that it's hard for her to relax- or adjust to his size.

Instead of helping at all he pushes in just a bit further. His free hand moves up to cover her mouth, pushing her jaw closed with his thumb.

"Relax." He growls softly. "It's gonna hurt if you don't."

Edited 2022-02-05 01:12 (UTC)

It's a good thing Dodger covers her mouth, because that extra push in forces a little squeak out of her. Garrett closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, willing herself to relax. Dodger isn't going to let her get them caught, so she can focus on forcing the tension from her muscles.

Her eyes open again. She meets his gaze in the mirror, eyes wide and dark with a mix of lust and faint stress from seeing her own feminine reflection. It's barely inside her at all and she already feels stretched too wide, quivering on his cock as it slowly fills her up. The sight of herself like this, all soft curves and huge tits and long hair spilling everywhere, makes her head spin just as much as the air of danger, and it's already nearly overwhelming.

Edited 2022-02-05 04:16 (UTC)

He can feel her starting to relax, and lets out a soft sigh as he pushes in further. With his ring off, he has to consciously keep his tail from flicking happily. Instead he slides it forward, to wrap around her leg and run the tip against her cock. It's an awkward angle for it, but so is everything else about this.

At least Dodger is taking his time, as much as they can afford. Pumping slowly, tightening his grip slightly each time he forces a sound out of her. By the time he's finally bottomed out his breath has turned into feral, needy panting.

About an inch or two in, pleasure spikes hot through her - answering a question she had about her own anatomy - and Dodger's hand clamps tighter over her mouth, heightening the thrill of being held and taken that this has. There's the tease of his tail against her cock, yes, but she's most in love with the strength in his grip and the way he gives her no quarter as he slowly buries himself inside her.

The thing about this is that Garrett never bottomed back home- only in those odd, horny prison worlds, where nobody cared about making noise or getting caught. So she's never learned how to take a cock quietly, and is grateful to Dodger for helping to keep her quiet. By the time she's all the way in she's melting in his arms, legs shaking, heart pounding from how fucking full she feels. She never gets used to this, the heart-stopping stretch or how deep inside her his cock goes, how it feels sometimes like there's hardly room for air in her lungs with how much of Dodger there is. In moments like this, with tears nearly in her eyes from the sensation as she stares at him helplessly in the mirror, she feels like she only exists for him.

Dodger lets out a growling purr, basking in how Garrett melts in his hands. He allows himself one harsh thrust, pulling almost entirely out before snapping back in, but afterward he manages a slower and more gentle pace. He nips at her neck, but stops after a moment and glances up at her through the mirror.

"Play with your tits. I'm out of hands."

And then back to biting down on her, holding her in place like an animal with its mate.

Garrett quivers in his arms, breath labored behind his smothering hand as he pounds into her. She obeys his command, of course, cupping her breasts in her hands to pinch and tug at the nipples, rolling them in her fingers, raking them with manicured nails for little spikes of pleasure that make her tremble.

It's so good. She wishes she could tell him how good it feels, how much she loves this - there's something missing without their usual dirty talk or the ability to cry out her pleasure for the neighbors to hear, but it's also thrilling to imagine how easily they could get caught like this. And it's so hard to keep herself quiet, even muffled behind his hand, that every thrust inside her, every spike of delicious hurt from those sharp teeth at her neck, has her moaning softly into his hand. Her cock is aching for him, and at some point she reaches down under her skirt to rub the little thing with her fingers.

As soon as she touches her cock, his tail smacks her fingers lightly. "Did I tell you to do that?"

Even if it's hot to watch her jack off while he's fucking her, he has control to maintain. And she's already being loud enough. He shifts his grip, releasing her mouth only to grab her throat and cut off her breath. Her charm is off, and he knows it full well. By the way his rhythm picks up, the thought clearly excites him.

Garrett lets go immediately, obediently reaching for her tits again to resume obeying the last command he gave her. When he starts to cut off her breathing, Garrett chokes, reaching for the bracelet quickly so she can turn the charm on. She has no idea how much longer he'll last, but she knows it's probably longer than the 2 minutes she could hold her breath without passing out.

"That's it..."

He doesn't last as long as usual - which is already kind of short. It's the danger of it, the feeling of Garrett trembling under him and the excitement of her anatomy. The feeling of her throat crushed by his hand, and the taste of her skin in his mouth.

His claws dig sharply into her hip and he picks up his pace, fucking her fast and deep as his body heats up eagerly. His breathing turns into ragged, feral panting, and by the time he comes he's likely left a wicked bruise across her throat.

When Dodger's claws threaten to break the skin, Garrett smacks his hand sharply, hoping to convey a strong no without her voice. Her dress is white, and they can't afford the visibility of blood stains in public like this.

There's not a lot she can do about it, though. Even when she wants him to stop something, she can't do anything to force him or to stop him from using and abusing her body however he wants. She quivers in his arms and chokes softly, cock aching and dripping for him, pinching and twisting her nipples obediently while he uses her ass. Dodger's heavy panting in her ear is a tease, taunting her with the breath she can't have, making her lungs ache for air all the more keenly. Everything comes together to make her feel debauched, ravished, and used, especially when he pumps her full of hot cum without so much as getting her off.

His hot seed fills her, a familiar rush of warmth inside that so vividly tells her exactly how deep inside her body he's getting, and she's left quivering in his arms, legs shaking, throat blossoming dark bruises and eyes wet with tears. She claws uselessly at his hand in her desperation for air, uncaring of how loud she's probably going to be as soon as he lets her breathe.

The protest really just earns her a correction, in the form of him actually scratching her. It's not deep, but it's enough to be sure it bleeds.

Finally he lets her go, fighting to catch his breath while he packs himself back into his pants. "Clean yourself up first, I'll go use the other bathroom. Alright?"

He's not really looking for confirmation, just acknowledgement before he teleports away.

(She accepts the silent reprimand, of course, understanding that she earned the bloody wound by trying to protest his treatment of her. It's starting to sink in, and she fights back against these lessons a little less every time.)

Once Dodger is gone, Garrett immediately leans against the counter to support her shaking legs, then turns and tends to the scratch on her hip, healing it instantly and getting water on the fabric before blood can get in. It takes some doing to heat the air around her enough to dry off her dress, but she manages before the flight attendant starts knocking on the bathroom door. "I'll be right out," she says through bruised vocal chords. After healing the bite and nasty ring of bruises on her neck, she cleans herself up, finger combs her hair back into order, and then has to.... spend a minute with an icy hand wrapped around her own dick. The erection isn't half gone before there's more knocking, and she has to cover herself with her purse on the way back to her seat.

When she sits, she pulls the privacy curtain around their row so she can relax into her seat with a heavy sigh, rubbing her little cock through her dress.

Dodger returns a while later, entering normally for once and double-checking the privacy curtain before slumping in his chair. There's a moment of silence, before he looks over to her and nudges her hand.

"Don't touch it or it won't go down."

By the time Dodger gets back, Garrett is fully jacking off, stroking herself through the thin fabric of her skirt with slow, lazy motions. She shoots him a reproachful glance in response, resentful and accusatory.

"This is your fault," she informs him. "I can't just go down after that. It's too much."

She does, though, let go of her dick- and slides her hand over his thigh, clearly still horny.

Dodger wrinkles his nose with amusement, and slowly spreads his fingers over her hand before taking it. Just to let her feel his rough skin against hers.

"Stop touching yourself, or when we get home I'll put you in a cage. And you won't come until I think you can control yourself."

It's all growled into her ear, in that tone that he knows full well drives her wild.

Garrett shivers from head to toe at that delicious growl, low and gravelly and just for her. In that moment, all she wants is to climb on top of him and sit on his cock and ride him until she comes, but- but she can't.

However, the threat is empty. Dodger doesn't have a cage small enough, and they both know he misses the beard. Her free hand wanders to her erection, settling on it very lightly as she looks over at him. Questioning- challenging. What can he do here, in public? What will he do?

Dodger lets out a quiet sigh, under his breath, and grips her wrist to push it back onto the armrest.

"Do I need to tie your hands up?"

While he's at it, he flicks on the charm to stop her from coming before he's ready.

While the reach across her isn't a surprise, the charm is, and she makes a slight face at him.

"I'd say you can't do that here, but that didn't stop you from making me bleed in public," she points out, mildly petulant. "Don't do that again, by the way. I like my clothes and don't want to be covered in blood on an airplane."

"What, you can't magically clean them?" He shrugs, "If you fuck your dress up, I'll buy you a new one."

It's hard to tell, from his posture or tone, whether he's missing the point or blatantly breezing past it.

She rolls her eyes. "I don't actually want to be that feral somewhere we can't get caught. At home or with an audience, sure, but not here."

"And yet you're jacking it on an airplane. That's a crime, y'know." He rolls his eyes back, with clear amusement in his voice.

After that whole adventure, there isn't much time left of the flight. The trip home is uneventful, with Dodger mostly on his phone and tapping Garrett anytime she tries to touch herself. Although, as much as he tries to hide it, there's some excitement buzzing through him when they get up to the apartment. He pauses at the door, and glances back at her.

"Ready to get whaled on by some bored dogs?"

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