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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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[Despite his anger, Dodger doesn't leave it alone. Of course he doesn't. He trashes Garrett's apartment - he'd already done some of it while they were texting - but he sticks around after. He knows exactly what Garrett's next move will be, because it's always happened when they fight. And he'll be there to intercept.

He watches Garrett moving his things to a new place, one that Dodger has no control over. He follows to watch through the walls from the empty apartment across from Garrett's - his vision isn't great, but he can see the outline of the man coming inside and setting down paint cans. And he can wait for an opening to swap the paints out for an unleaded copy.]

Edited 2022-03-29 21:54 (UTC)

[The place isn't great - certainly smaller than what Dodger can afford - but it's cheap, furnished, and allows dogs with no weight limit, so it's his only option. Garrett doesn't think to ask permission to paint, but does choose a safe white on the advice of the man at the store, who says landlords are less likely to notice it.

It doesn't take long for anxiety to get him. This feels so familiar and yet so much worse than anything else- he's alone, truly alone this time, single for the first time in years. He's started over with nothing before, he's lived in worse and humbler places before, but that was with family, at least- who are almost all dead now. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Dead, like Dodger probably will be when he drinks and cuts himself to-

-No. He can't think like that. Garrett barely gets any paint on the wall before he sits on his new (old and shitty) couch and seeks to fill one of the few addictions he has left. Within five minutes of downloading the app, he has a profile with some nudes. Within fifteen minutes, he has a stranger in his DM's seeking a hook-up only a few blocks away. With that, he's gone.]

[He expected Garrett to get farther than that before giving up. It almost makes him wonder what exactly the man is doing, or thinking... but he can't tell from here. Getting closer would be a bad move, too tempting to blow his cover and try to win Garrett back. He needs to bide his time.

Instead he sneaks in once Garrett is gone, cautiously scritching Blue's ears when he appears. Doubtless the dogs know something is up, but he'll be quick about it. He switches the paints, and teleports out to see if he can still follow Garrett.]

[Garrett is gone for less than an hour. He shows up at this stranger's house with some condoms, they fuck, he thanks the stranger, pets the cat, and leaves. It's weirdly businesslike- a cheap, free, easy fuck that has him walking a little lighter, the tension gone from his body. There's even a liquor store on the way back, so he shows up with a fresh bottle of whiskey to resume his paint job. The man Garrett hooked up with was a smoker, and the smell clings to his hair too much for him to notice the tang of smoke and gasoline in the air when he returns to his apartment.]

[He's almost impressed by how quick that was. And of course he doesn't leave well enough alone. He can spy on Garrett from his vantage point, and he has his own stash of alcohol. They can both stew in their misery alone, together.

He downs half a bottle of whiskey and flexes his hand, digging his fingernails into his palm until blood beads around them.]

[Garrett gets the whole apartment painted that day- it isn't a big apartment, and he doesn't do a great job - no taping or cutting in, just going for it. One coat. It doesn't need to look perfect, it just needs to have lead. The ceiling can come tomorrow. For now, all he needs to worry about is getting himself and the dogs fed, and going to sleep.

Of course, he can't get to sleep easily- not tonight. No, he relies on his sleeping pills to help him. It's the only way he has even a hope of sleep.]

[Dodger has other things to do, but he ignores them. It's a mental health day. He sits and watches while Garrett paints, all the while drinking and scratching his skin until he bleeds. When Garrett and the dogs finally go to sleep, he's still drinking well into the night.

There's a flash of heat as he teleports into the room, still drinking straight from yet another bottle of whiskey. His fifth, sixth? He's wobbling, it probably isn't safe for him to teleport but he doesn't give a shit. About any of it.

He sets the bottle on the nightstand, and climbs on the bed to straddle the sleeping man. At first just to watch him, to carefully run fingers along his face and through his hair. He tells himself it's only to see if he's asleep, and he tells himself he doesn't have a plan. But he has the urge, that crops up each time he's drunk and pissed and has access to Garrett's drugged body.

He leans down, pressing a drunk kiss to Garrett's forehead.]

[Garrett is sunk deep into a dreamless sleep, but he feels... pressure. His dream turns to suggestions of sex, of love, of lifting weights, of Ox squishing him with all that bulk. All he can do is stir slightly, making the softest faint hum in the back of his throat. Something feels nice, probably, but he doesn't know what.]

[By now Dodger has plenty of experience with Garrett's medication. It's been nice - they both have nightmares that sometimes follow into the morning, and Garrett stays still enough not to startle Dodger when he's first waking up. It's part of what made him finally feel safe enough to sleep next to him.

And right now, it's why he knows he won't get caught doing this.

Dodger slides a hand down to Garrett's wrist, sliding his fingers over the skin until he feels the bracelet and flips on the breathing charm. Just to be safe. His lips travel down to capture Garrett's, soft and chaste kisses that reek of whiskey and smoke. Just this bit of forbidden contact has his cock slowly stirring, more so when he starts to carefully shift his hips against the older man's and feel their cocks sliding together.]

Edited 2022-03-30 01:39 (UTC)

[The peace of Garrett's sleep turns to warmth, to softness, like the faintest distant memory of something sweet. He shifts a little, his body fighting the heavy drugs in his veins as it tries unsuccessfully to react, but barely a motion comes out. Then the soft warmth turns hotter as Garrett grows restless, seeking, needing- a stirring inside that has his cock growing hard in his boxers. A breath catches in his throat, his lips parting around it as a soft sleepy sound ekes out.]

[A breath escapes him as he feels Garrett's cock stirring, pressing back against him just right. His fingers move through his lover's hair, gripping it softly while he steals one more kiss.

He shifts forward, and one of his hands reaches to shove his sweatpants down so he can grip his cock. By now it's rock hard, pulsing eagerly in his hand. His other thumb presses into Garrett's lips, prying them apart to give him room for when he presses in between them.]

[There's more feelings, more sensations distantly reaching Garrett in his darkened slumber. Weight is holding him down, something stronger than the pull of sleep or drugs that has him chained in place, but he can't even try to move against it.

Then something strange happens. Garrett feels a pull, some force that nearly hurts- then a sense of... weight. Fullness. Something thick and warm sliding inside him, so slow and gentle that he melts around it with a faint, contended hum as his subconscious responds to a familiar feeling that warms his body even more. In fact, stripped of all his defenses, there's no way for him to hide how much he likes it, or stop the slight pink from coloring his cheeks.]

[Garrett's body seems to naturally mold around Dodger's cock. As if he's constantly waiting to be stuffed again. Dodger lets out another soft sigh, and his cock drips lightly as he slides into Garrett's mouth. It's slow and steady, pressing in a little further with each roll of his hips. One of his hands grips the headboard, the other stays on Garrett's face to steady him.

Fuck, he feels fantastic. At first Dodger stays in his mouth, letting it warm his cock, but of course he can't keep it at that. He pushes deeper, pressing until he feels the tight entrance to Garrett's throat.]

[This is something he's always enjoyed. It's always come easy to him, and he's done it nearly every day for years, so even in sleep Garrett's body recognizes the feeling of sex. It's warm and tight and full, velvet heat sliding through him in ways that have his limp body feeling warm and wanting.

Then something changes again. This sleep is restless tonight, with how often things keep changing- this time, there's a tight, shocking discomfort that makes him choke as his darkness floods with strangely slurred urgency that has him once again searching - not for pleasure but for air. His body stirs, back arching very slightly; he wants to wake up, but all he can manage is his throat weakly fluttering around the thick cock violating him, body twitching in a blurry imitation of coughing. Garrett gags and chokes on Dodger's cock, his eyes streaming with tears, but it's all faint and quietly helpless, too weak to be anything but a suggestion.]

[This isn't the first time he's violated Garrett like this, and each like he gets a little more bold. Now he knows he doesn't have to be so gentle, but he still pets Garrett's head and shushes him softly.]

Shh... good boy. Just relax.

[He fucks Garrett's mouth in slow, deep strokes. It's an intoxicating sight, to see his cock buried in the man's face while Garrett looks almost dead. The tears and the pink tint to his cheeks are so cute that he ends up laughing under his breath.]

I love you.

[ As distress and discomfort stir his darkened mind closer to the surface of consciousness, words start to seep in. Familiarity. Good boy washes over him, and the command to just relax. As soon as the words sink into the waters of his unconscious, Garrett mindlessly follows, his body unwinding some of its pitiful attempt at tension. Eased down by the words, Garrett submits to the violation, trembling and softly choking around Dodger's cock.

Then it changes again, a confusing sensation that without his mind he can't possibly understand. Without his mind, all he "knows" is sensation and the rhythmic fear of suffocation, a rising distress as he chokes on something in his throat over and over. Pinned and helpless, Garrett gags weakly, unable to suppress it in this vulnerable state. Words come to him again, dimly pinging as good even through his confusion, leading him to open his eyes as if searching. They're dark and mindless and empty, gazing dumbly up at Dodger as he chokes on cock. ]

[Those bovine eyes always take his breath away, especially like this - empty, mindless, like a dumb beast with no purpose other than being fucked. The same sort of drugged haze that had taken over him when Dodger was sharing him, the same as every time he's had the chance to take advantage. Dodger's hips speed up, plunging deep into his throat while his fingers grip into Garrett's hair.]

That's it, baby... [He growls under his breath, pausing for a moment to shove Garrett into the brown curls and feel him choking softly around his cock.] Relax, and go to sleep.

[It's clear from Garrett's eyes that while they might be opened, he isn't awake- he looks vacant and distant, brows crinkled with distress that doesn't reach his unseeing eyes. When Dodger speeds up, Garrett's eyes go wider, shining with tears as he tries weakly to struggle with the only semblance of a thought his vacant mind can manage- stop. He's uncomfortable, squirming, straining to shift away from the rough violation that is sending pain rippling through his murky subconscious.

Words wash over him again, but before they truly sink in, he's suffocating again- choking, water flooding his nose and mouth, body seizing and shaking around the fear. The voice is saying to relax and go to sleep, but it's impossible- the only thing echoing through him is can't breathe. Can't breathe, and he tries to struggle the way a sleeping person might instinctively turn their head for a clearer breath- to no avail, of course.]

[Maybe he's getting greedy, but the rising struggles only make Dodger more excited. They're still too weak to do anything, and the choking squeezes deliciously around his cock. He goes back to thrusting, letting out a soft purr.]

You're so gorgeous... Such a good boy.

[He keeps idly petting him, his breath coming out in soft pants as he really gets into it.]

[A slurred, insensible sound of distress hums softly around Dodger's cock as it thrusts in deep, a tiny useless attempt at communicating that means nothing even to him. There's pain swirling in his head, there's confusion and fear, all too dark and murky to bring him to the surface. All he can do is slowly, weakly attempt to squirm in the grip of whatever is doing this to him while past traumas echo in the deeps of his drowned mind.

So gorgeous. Some warmth filters in. Such a good boy. That feels nice, too. It soothes some of the distress, helps his eyes slide half-lidded. What faint struggling he's done is too much for Garrett's body to keep up, so he's starting to go still again, despite his throat still seizing and choking around the cock invading it.

Helplessness. Good boy. His body relaxes a little, but the tears finally spill over and run down his cheeks.]

[Garrett is relaxing into it, and Dodger relaxes in turn. He settles into the pleasure of it, swirling with the anger that hasn't gone away from Garrett abandoning him to protect Dana. The tears seem to spur something - yes, he should be crying, he deserves to be hurt.

He buried himself suddenly in Garrett's throat and tightens his grip painfully in the man's hair, before catching himself and going back to a gentle, rhythmless pace.]

[Garrett's eyes fly open again at the sudden abuse- he looks up at Dodger with vacant distress, choking and whimpering helplessly in Dodger's hands. When it gentles again, Garrett's eyes stay open, wide with mindless confusion as he cries silently.]

[Dodger doesn't pause when he sees Garrett looking up at him, seeming more awake than before, but he does bristle a bit. No doubt the man won't remember it, or he'll chalk it up to a weird dream.

Even if he comes to his senses, Dodger has gotten worse things under the bridge.

He slows his strokes a bit more, petting Garrett's head gently.]

Good boy... I love you. Go to sleep.

[It gets easier, Garrett can breathe a little more. There are still moments where he can't, where he's choking, but it's slow and it feels less upsetting. Echoes of violence begin to recede under the gentle feeling of being petted.

Love. He's a good boy, and on some deep level Garrett knows it. A voice saying I love you. This isn't violence, it isn't hurt- no, his body recognizes the familiar patterns of sex, knowing that he is loved. Safe. He's safe, he loves, and the only thing he can do is slip back into the deep dark of sleep.

Garrett's eyes slide shut at Dodger's words and he settles in the man's arms, soothed into that simple-minded trust that makes him so vulnerable. So open, so easy to hurt.]

[Much better. Dodger relaxes again, soothed by his own words as much as by Garrett's eyes closing. That, and the soft heat of the older man's mouth. His body starts to heat up with the beginnings of an orgasm, and he pushes himself deep into Garrett's throat for the finally few thrusts. Better not to leave any tangible proof he was here.

He fills Garrett's throat in a few breathless seconds, heat flashing through him before he pulls out and just sits back, admiring Garrett's tear-stained face and running a thumb over his plushed lips.]

Good boy... Swallow that up.

Edited 2022-03-31 05:03 (UTC)

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