Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2020 10:19:27 -0400 From: Ulf Raynor Subject: Devil Dawg Donnelly's Part 3 Devil Dawg Donnelly Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people or actual events is purely coincidental. You may contact the author at ulfr57@gmail.com All comments, suggestions and/or observations are welcome if presented respectfully. Please support and donate to the Nifty Archive! Part three: The next day found a nearly naked Billy Donnelly laying on top of his bed clad only in his old sweaty jockstrap, reminiscing about the events of the previous day as they transpired in his head. He had patiently waited for his brother to finish his little suck fest in his room, which is as a matter of fact how Billy recalled it; he very nicely allowed his little brother to finish with his little afternoon delight, choosing to wait until his brother came out on his own with a very disheveled looking Timmy Anderson right on his heels. Billy wished he had thought to set up his phone somewhere and recorded a video of his brothers and Timmy's facial expressions when they came out of his room, only to find Billy parked on the couch drinking a coke with a huge shit eating grin on his face: "Havin' fun bois?" Billy had asked, his lips turning up into a more than sardonic sneer and not so silently chuckling to himself. The look on his brothers face totally read "busted" while poor naive Timmy seemed oblivious to what was transpiring almost telepathically between the two brothers; regardless of what was happening between them, Timmy's eye's danced around everywhere and anywhere except Billy's eye's, Timmy always felt intimidated by JD's brother. "So guys, how was baseball practice?" Billy taunted, causing Timmy to naively reply: "I don't play baseball.", Billy laughed: "that's funny JD was just telling me this morning you were getting really good at handling the ol' bat and balls when you get together to play." Billy thought how much of a Kodak moment it would have been to capture how all the color instantly drained from his siblings face and how heavily he gulped, looking very much like he could just hurl any minute. Nervously and cautiously, JD turned to Timmy and as calmly as he could, told him he should get going now and that he'd call him later. Timmy looked at him quisically, like he wasn't quite sure what JD was saying, then just shrugged his shoulders, hung his head and like a sad little puppy, shuffled out the front door, only stopping to look back at JD, looking like he wanted to say something then with a sideways glance in Billy's direction, seemingly thought better of it, then shut the door as he left the house. Billy stood up, walked over to his brother, snickered, jabbed a finger into his belly before walking pass him heading toward his bedroom and saying before he closed his bedroom door: "Dad's just gonna love finding out his youngest son is now a big ol' flaming homo." Billy just couldn't stop smiling, he could just feel, no, almost taste the fear emminating from the spaces outside is door, he could hear JD's nervous pacing, back and forth in the hallway, stopping occasionally at his door. Billy just knew his brother was contemplating his next move, or more likely, what lie he could think of to make Billy think what he knew had happened didn't really happen, like there was anything he could think up that woud lend to any kind of plausable deniabilty. Billy patiently awaited the inevitable knock on his door, Billy wasn't at all surprised when it happened a few minutes later. "It's not locked" Billy responded and with no small degree of smugness waited as a very trepidatious and subdued JD cautiously entered his room. "L..L.Listen" he started, already stumbling right out of the gate. It's not what you think, I don't know what you saw or heard, but it's not what your thinking." Billy looked his little brother right in the eyes and responded, coldly and matter of factly: "So it's your contention, that I didn't see you fucking Timmy's mouth while he was pinned underneath you?", seriously dude, your gonna have to do way better than that." adding, just for effect: "Think dads gonna buy that BS?" Billy could almost see the synapsis firing behind his brothers eye's even thought he caught a glimpse of "maybe I could take him and beat him into silence" but that thought faded as quickly as he had mentally actualized it, he was absolutely no match for his older brother, so that left just two options, Billy amusedly wondered which one his brother would choose. He could attempt offering to pay for his silence or, he could appeal to his sense of brotherly love and compassion, guilting Billy into believing he would be signing his death warrant if their dad found out. But what his brother offered/suggested surprised Billy, not the offer, just that his brother was desparate enough to imply let alone suggest it. "He's really good at it you know" he started out trepidatiously, trying to mentally pry into his brothers brain, see if that might have peeked his interet at all. "Are you suggesting I'm a homo?" Billy responded, trying to sound offended, though he really wasn't. Like he told himself earlier, this could have potential and he had his little brother right where he wanted him, offering his playmate up as potential collateral for his silence, it was a good plan, and it was working. "I could get him to blow ya" he half suggested half offered. looking directy into Billy's eyes hoping he had tempted him. He didn't, Billy had another plan, one that was just forming in his head, what Billy wanted was to humble his brother; sure, Billy wasn't stupid, Timmy was going to blow him, but he didn't need JD for that, he could handle Timmy all on his own. "Not interested" Billy answered his hopeful brother, dashing any hope he might come out of this unscathed. "What then?" JD queried. "What can I do to get you not to tell dad" the desperation had him almost there, having him right where he wanted him, Billy felt like the cat that played with the mouse right before it pounced and went for the inevitable kill. Billy put on his coldest poker face and stared right into his brothers eye's, commanding his absolute, undivided attention before responding: "Two things you have to do" Billy paused before correcting himself: "No, make that three things." before pausing again, more for dramatic effect than anything else, again, it worked. "What are they?" his brother asked, already looking defeated, cornered and totally out of options, which ironically, he was. Holding his brothers gaze, Billy reached down, first running his hand over his bulging jockstrap pouch, again for dramatic effect, before pulling the engorged pouch to the side freeing his 5 inch limp, uncut fat dick and his large, grade "A" egg sized hairy gonads, Billy spread his legs allowing his balls to sag down and practiacally resting on the mattress of his twin sized bed. "First" Billy began: "You have to kiss the tip of my cock." Billy smiled inwardly enjoying the look of disgust that came over his brothers facial features before he added: "Secondly, you have to lick the sweat off my big hairy balls." Billy had to contain himself from bursting out laughing as he watched his brothers face contort into a grimace as his jaw dropped in shock. "No fucking way" he shouted, "I ain't no homo" Billy watched as he turned looking very much like he was going to storm out of Billy's room in some sort of self righteous fit of indignation at the suggestion he'd ever doing anything that was remotely queer, despite the fact just a few moments ago he was still having sex with his buddy Timmy in his room. Billy couldn't help himself anymore and started laughing at his brothers churlishness and hypocrisy. "Is that what your tell yourself when you shove your tongue down Timmy's throat while you kiss him?" Billy didn't know whether his brother had actually kissed Timmy, but knowing his brother, he couldn't help but believe it was a distinct possibility. "Kissing someone aint the same as sucking their dick or licking their balls" his brother swore, outraged by the mere suggestion that he might be gay. Billy just chuckled again: "geez dumbass, thanks for confirming that you make out with that faggot before you fuck his face." then continued: "And your no homo?" Billy sneered mockingly. JD just stood there for a moment, fuming, his face as red as a fire engine, Billy sensed he was once again contemplating attacking him, but just as quickly as before he threw his hands up in frustration and turned to stomp out of Billy's room. "Step out that door..." Billy stated calm and cooly before concluding: "And my generous offer is off the table and I tell dad everything as soon as he walks through the front door." JD halted, stopped in his tracks by the sincerity in his brothers voice, Billy watched as all the fight drained out of his little brother, his head bowed and his shoulders sagged, Billy had won, and JD knew it, and he was putty in his older brothers hands. As JD turned to face his punishment, Billy once again rubbed his fat, rapidly blood engorging uncut cock, pointed it right at JD before calmly commanding him: "Kiss it bitch." JD sat on the foot of his brothers bed for a moment staring at his big 9" cock, actually, it looked bigger then 9", but one thing was for sure it was a lot longer and thicker than JD's "Get to it." Billy urged growing impatient at his siblings continued reticence. JD sighed and moved upward between his brothers muscular thighs. As much as JD hated this, he couldn't help but be impressed with his brothers body, though not as hairy as their dads, it still was heading in that direction the older Billy got, but more importantly, it was Billy's body, at 17 Billy had the body most adult body builders would be proud of, JD had more than once appreciated both his brothers and his buddy Baxters bugling muscles, and rightly so, JD knew how hard they both trained, putting in hours every day to not just make their muscles bigger but to improve their overall strength and stamina, all things they needed to be the best in the school at wrestling. JD found himself almost tempted to run his hands over his brothers muscle bulging thighs wondered how it would feel to trace the large protruding veins criss crossing over each separate muscle grouping. As JD moved within inches of Billy's crotch, Billy playfully grasped the base of his fully erect cock and waved it at JD: "Pucker up bro and give me some sugar." Billy teased. JD resigned himself to his task and reached for his brothers big throbbing dick. Billy snatched it away before JD's fingers could touch it: "No no no, little bro, no touchie with hands, just your sweet juicy lips" Billy was out and out taunting him how,. "Lets just do this and get it over with okay?" JD plead, wanting this humilitation to end. Billy took mercy on his brother pushing the large mushroom shaped glans of his fat cock right up to his brothers full pouting lips. JD could smell the strong masculine musk wafting from the half exposed smooth, shiney purple/blue hued tip of Billy's glans, JD nervously wet his lips and moved his mouth to the very tip, the glans orifice, feeling the heat from the pulsating member, but just as JD's lips touched the tip and was fully commited to his task, Billy pumped his shaft and a large dollop of clear precum oozed from the glans orifice and stickily smeared across JD's smooching lips. JD jerked back spitting and sputtering wiping his lips with the back of his hand and shouted: "Eww, gross dude, you sick fuck!" Billy was almost doubled over with laughter not at what his brother just did, because that shit actually felt pretty damn good, but at his brothers comical antics afterward. "You loved it little bro" Billy jeered before taunting him again: "Come on baby brother come lap up your bubbas sweet man nector." laughing: "It'll put hair on your chest and make a man outta ya." "Ha ha" JD mocked, glad at least one of us is having fun" before concluding: "Are we done, can I go wash my mouth out now?" JD started to turn as if to escape the position he held between his brothers massive thighs. "Whoa, there bro" Billy cautioned, his voice low and almost threatening: "I believe the deal was that you also had to lick all the sweat off my hairy balls." Billy smiled, his lips pulled back over his teeth in a lecherous grin that left no doubt, he fully intended to savor this moment. JD sighed, hoping against hope that his brother was really kidding or would be satisified with the kiss to his cock head. "Get to it JD", his brother urged: "Lets get this done before the ol' man gets home!" JD, shrugged his shoulders again, and moved into a lower position, laying on his belly and scooting up until his nose nuzzled his brothers huge musky balls. Billy knew his balls really weren't sweaty, he and Baxter took a shower after their morning workout, but he had no intention of telling his brother that, let him think they were drenched in sweat, either way, he was going to lick ever square inch of his ballsack before he'd agree that the task was completed. Billy got a start when he felt the first touch of his brothers wet tongue on the skin of his hairy testicles, he alsmost jerked away, it had felt so different from anything else he had ever experienced thus far, in his very limited sexual encounters which, up until now had been completely limited to his own hand and a few dry hump sessions of his pillow late at night, when he was so horny, he just coudn't stand it anymore and allowed his instinct to fuck take control and fornicate with his pillow until his pillowcase was drenched in his thick sticky ball juice. Billy could barely feel just the tip of his brothers tongue lightly flicking, half hazardly against his left nut: "Dude" Billy growled: "Quit messing round and lap my nuts clean" Before threatening: "Or all deals are off, and dad and I have a man to man talk about you!" Billy was delighted when he heard his sibling groan, that sounded more like a whimper as JD began to seriously and very wetly started lapping at Billy's big nads, covering them in his spit, polishing them in his slick, thick saliva. Billy's eye's rolled back in his head as he thrust his groin against his brothers lapping tongue. Billy reached down and clasp his right hand behind his brothers head, almost caressing his brothers thick, short, wavy, gold flecked brown hair, before pulling him tightly into his crotch and grinding his balls against his brothers face. After a few minutes had passed, and Billy's nuts were dripping with spit, JD pulled away, his lower face wet with his own spittle. "There" he said almost demandingly: "They're as clean as they are gonna get" he offered, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pulling away from his older brothers groin. "Gotta hand it to ya bro" Billy sighed: "That was one fine ball washing." with a sneer on his face Billy ruffled his brothers hair before pushing him back with the palm of his hand, signaling the end of this part of their deal. JD stood, looking down at his brother, looking at him for confirmation that they were cool now and he could leave and try and put this awful event behind him. Just as he turned to depart, Billy stopped him: "Wait just a minute dude" he paused before continuing:"I do believe there were three things I said you had to do?" "Aw geez dude" JD whined again resigned to do whatever his brother demanded and end this humiliation: "What now?" he moaned. "Your gonna call your buddy Timmy and tell him to be here tomorrow at 11 am sharp" his deep demanding voice left no doubt that his little brother was going to do eactly as he was instructed: "And when he gets here, your gonna escort him to my room after telling him he better do what ever I want, whenever I want from now on" Billy had stood up while saying this and was within inches of his brothers face glaring right into his brothers deep blue eyes before concluding: "Now get the fuck out of my room!" JD, lowered his eyes in total submission, and walked out the door into the hallway before turning just as his brother slammed the door in his face... "Crap" he thought how was he gonna explain this to Timmy without him having a heart attack right on the spot and worse yet, how would he ever get him not to hate his guts after this. Despite trying to convince his brother otherwise, he really did care for the guy and JD was mortified that he was now being placed in a position to destroy whatever feelings Timmy had for him... "Fuck!!!" he groaned aloud as he threw himself on his bed and not since his dad had read him the riot act back in November over his one time indescretion with Andrea, he felt like crying...