Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2021 22:32:28 -0500
From: Ulf Raynor <ulfr57@gmail.com>
Subject: Devil Dawg Donnelly's Revelations Chapter eleven

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Devil Dawg Donnelly's: Revelations

Chapter Eleven:

"The United States Marine Corps, with its fiercely proud tradition of
excellence in combat, its hallowed rituals, and its unbending code of
honor, is part of the fabric of American myth."

Thomas E. Ricks


                           * * * * *


"Quit being such a pussy!"

Gavin Hollis had this phrase playing in his head on repeat for most of the
day.

It was Thursday, and it was his birthday. Officially, he was now eighteen,
but right now, that seemed to be the least of his considerations. No, what
was first and foremost on his mind was what he had agreed to do in just a
little over an hour.

Ever since Billy, Jason, and Princess/Timmy cornered him the other night
after they had some pow wow down by the lake, they had come to the
conclusion that not only would they see that Arlis Gundarason would undergo
his Heritage ceremony, but they had decided that because he bore some of
the same distinguishing attributes that had allowed Timmy to change, that
he too should undergo a similar ceremony.

Other than being gay, Gavin had never noticed any other similarities
between him and Princess, but Jason and Billy assured him that because of
the way he smelled (like freshly dug dirt and honey) that he and Princess
had some sort of shared ancient ancestry.

At first Gavin was certain they were just talking about him being gay, but
it was a chat he had later with Danal's friend and colleague Hadrian
Mumsford that had added some clarity to their assertions.

Hadrian, in his somewhat seemingly addled and roundabout way, alluded to
that ancient book they were always talking about, the Codex. The wizened,
grey-bearded, rosy-cheeked elder assured him, that not all homosexual men
shared that scent, that in fact, less than half did.

Brock had piped in and added that Atticus and several of the other guys had
basically told him that those of the Heritage found the scent particularly
alluring, which explained a lot as far as Gavin was concerned, recalling,
with some degree of embarrassment, how several of the guys would eye him
from a distance or smile suggestively, especially at the end of their daily
workouts, when his scent would definitely be the most prominent after
sweating all day, and while that didn't really particular illicit a
positive connotation from him, it did happen to occur to him, that Arlis
was now amongst those of the Heritage and if that meant he might have some
possible advantage that could aid him in attracting his long time crush,
then he was more than willing to risk being only the second gay guy
transformed by the Heritage medallion.

At first he'd sought and hoped for more illumination from either Danal or
Hadrian about what to expect, but they seemed either unwilling or unable to
offer either speculation or clarity, leaving his only alternative for
advice, the only other person who had experienced what he might potentially
go through.

That had been a conversation he had hoped to avoid, finding Timmy/Princess
fluidity of thought often a bit tedious and arduous to circumnavigate. But,
in the end, he was left with little choice and had approached him the night
before, right after dinner to engage him in what he might expect to happen.

Most of what Princess had to say sounded like a mushroom induced
hallucination, leaving Gavin to roll his eyes in skepticism until Princess
chuckled mockingly before pointing out how they were surrounded by a bunch
of shape shifting lycanthropes right before the bright blue irises of his
own eyes flashed a brilliant glowing azure, forcing Gavin to conclude that
perhaps it was best if he just listened and kept his doubts and skepticism
in check.

Gavin listened intently as Princess vividly relived his own experience,
stopping only to point out events that had coincided with real world events
later, such as Aphrodite's insistence he side with Billy during the Quorum
and him winning the first half of a goal he as of yet still had little
understanding of and what the inevitable world changing outcome the Goddess
had spoken of could possibly be, though Gavin agreed that if the prize of
that battle was him claiming the first half of Gemini, that it must, in
some way be related to either Billy, Paul Lakatos, or as Gavin pointed out,
him acquiring Dalton Becker as his gamma, which was due solely to his
victory in besting him in combat, though it was unclear how any of those
possibilities had anything to do with the duality that is Gemini.

They both agreed, there was something they were either overlooking or
hadn't yet considered, but Gavin assured Princess, that if his ceremony
lead him into an encounter with the Goddess, then he'd try to remember to
ask for clarification.

Despite his previous trepidation in speaking with Princess, he found
himself easily engaging in the various metaphysical speculations Princess
postulated about his entire ordeal and concluding there was far more behind
those blue eyes than a rapacious penchant for sexual innuendo.

Princess had a very keen sense of the space around him and his movement and
interaction within it. It became evident to Gavin, that Princess was fully
aware of the effect he had on others, especially those of the Heritage and
he didn't mind at all if someone thought his libido overshadowed his
intellect, in fact, he seemed to prefer they saw him that way and Gavin
began to see a certain wisdom in his behavior. It kept people of balance,
never fully knowing what he might do next, or as Gavin humorously chided
him, stating Princess was predictably unpredictable.

Princess/Timmy personified adaptation, survival of the fittest and he
achieved that by appearing to be the most unassuming person in the
compound, vacuous and deceptively vulnerable. Even amongst those that were
around him day after day, and had seen him take down opponent after
opponent. Most still saw him as this naive caricature, when in fact, he was
methodical and calculative, a precision instrument honed to near-human
perfection. There was a confidence behind those blue eyes, one most passed
off as a capricious hunger for sex, but Gavin was now seeing it for what it
really was and it was why he accepted Princesses generous offer to be his
guide through his ceremony, much in the way Danal was for the others.

Gavin had of course asked Billy to stand with him, or sit as the case maybe
since he fully expected that what would happen would be similar to what
happened to Princess/Timmy, Danal suggesting that perhaps it would be best
if he did it from the safety of a bed or somewhere equally comfortable that
would allow him to lay prone. Jason had suggested the cabin, but it was
Elizabeth Dunne who pointed out that since they were dealing with a
relatively unknown variable that perhaps it would be best done at the Lodge
where she had set up a small makeshift lab and triage unit.

Considering how Princess/Timmy had slipped into a nearly catatonic state
just by holding the silver medallion, the prevailing opinion was that
Elizabeth's suggestion would probably be for the best, and they planned
accordingly.

Both Billy and Jason insisted on being there. Princess/Timmy would be the
one to place the medallion around his neck, foregoing the example Princess
had set, and the near panic Danal had when it was nearly impossible to
extricate it from Princesses grasp.

Gavin debated inviting Arlis, but decided against it, knowing how upset it
would probably make him seeing Gavin lying on a cot in a near catatonic
state for what could be nearly an entire day, that is if Princesses
experience held true to form; besides, Arlis was still feeling a bit
overwhelmed from his own unexpected ceremony just a few days prior.

That had been a tough one at first. Arlis didn't understand what was being
expected of him and he definitely didn't like the idea that Gavin wouldn't
be there with him, and though Gavin was still pissed at Arlis's parents, he
found himself being actually grateful that Billy had arranged for Barin to
escort Douglas Gundarson, Arlis's father, to the compound so that he could
stand with Arlis as his sire as their custom dictated.

Gavin had worried the entire day that Douglas might refuse to come, but was
eventually relieved when Barin Young returned with Arlis's dad in tow, late
in the afternoon.

Jason and Danal had whisked Douglas Gundarson away before Arlis was even
aware he was there and though Gavin had no clue as to what either of them
had said or discussed with him, when they returned and Arlis saw his dad
there, it had the stabilizing effect they had hoped for. Arlis had
obediently done everything his father instructed him to do and though Gavin
didn't get to see what happened that evening, the change in both Arlis and
his father were palpable.

There was now a sense of pride in Douglas Gundarson's gaze, every time he
looked at his son. Gone was the stoic, secretive authoritarian Gavin had
always known the man to be, he had been replaced by a more sedate and
respectful persona who listened with rapt attention and practically
genuflected every time Jason spoke to him, something Gavin couldn't help
notice, that most of them did. Even to an outsider like Gavin, there was no
doubt how they all regarded Jason, and Billy for that matter, making Gavin
even more curious than ever about this whole lycanthropic hierarchy that
permeated throughout those of the Heritage.

There was something else that was noticeable as well, even in Douglas
Gundarson. The furtive, cautiously hopeful, expectant stares that followed
Jason and Billy everywhere they went in the compound by every single one of
them.

The closest analogy Gavin could make was the time he and his mom had
visited the local dog shelter with his uncle when he wanted to pick out a
dog as a gift for his cousin.

The way all those dogs in that shelter stared longingly at his uncle as he
made his rounds trying to pick the perfect fit for a family pet was almost
exactly the way they stared after Jason and Billy and it also didn't escape
Gavin's attention, that neither Jason or Billy seemed to notice this
themselves, either that, or they were consciously choosing to ignore it. A
fact Gavin fully intended to discuss with both of them when time and
opportunity permitted.

The next day, as the moment approached and he found himself walking with
Billy and Jason toward the compounds central hub, otherwise known as the
Lodge, he found himself more contemplative of the various changes already
blossoming around them.

Monday had not only ushered in the initiation of Arlis into the Heritage or
the birth of JD and Jake's son Jakson, but it also signaled the start of
massive changes in the compound itself.

Heavy machinery seemed to pour into the compound, the bivouac they had
stayed at since their arrival a couple of weeks ago was now completely
bulldozed over, clearing the way for a road that curved up to the top of
the hill where they proceeded to flatten and extend the top until it was
nearly twice the size of the parking lot at the bottom of the raven where
the Lodge was located.

Brock had informed them that the newly cleared space would eventually house
two double-storied structures that would serve as the compounds barracks,
while the Lodge itself would be transformed into the information and
administrative center for all compound activities.

Brock and Danal had assured them, that neither the front lakeside or
ceremonial grounds would be altered, but the area they had been using off
to the side of the ceremonial grounds to train in, would be transformed
into a more traditional and structured and permanent training course,
instead of the makeshift one they had been using.

Gavin had noticed Monday morning when he, Billy and Princess had made a
quick trip back home to visit JD, Jake and their new baby, that
construction had already begun on clearing and leveling the dirt and gravel
road into the compound in preparation for paving later and they all took
note of the area cleared right at the turn-off from the main road where
foundations were already being cleared for a guardhouse as well as large
metal fence post being secured that would eventually become the security
fence that would traverse the entire circumference of the compound.

These were just the beginnings of the many changes that would develop
throughout the coming weeks.

Brock and Jason had spread out the blueprints on a large conference table
that had been set up in the communications section of the Lodge and had
outlined all the eventual changes.

Gavin was happy that they intended to preserve the austerity of the cabin,
though it was scheduled to be modernized with a the addition of a bathroom
and basic plumbing and electricals throughout, but would eventually serve
as Jason's home once the upgrades were completed.

The blueprints had also shown a future road that would swing passed the
cabin and eventually circumnavigate the entire lake.

The area to the left of the lake would house storage and maintenance
buildings and even a small armory and eventually their very own landing
field for small aircraft. Brock had already secured a couple of helicopters
that could be used for quick transport when needed, so the airfield was a
central focus for the time being and construction would begin on it the
following week.

They had all seemed the most curious about the plans for a resort that
would be built into the hillside on the other side of the lake, though no
one present knew Max's reasoning for this, it seemed rather grandiose and
palatial for a small unit of Marine Corps recruits and a handful of
civilians.

The only other large area on the plans that seemed rather incomplete was a
road that would wind around the right side of the lake before forking, with
one continuing to the far right end of the lake, where Max and Carl had
carved out an area for their own use, with the other branch in the road
leading out into the middle of a large, mostly level clearing surrounded by
hills.

Brock had said that he thought that eventually Max intended this area to
become a private housing area for those who worked here and had aspirations
toward having or starting families.

What was glaringly obvious though, Max fully intended to expand the
operations of this compound well beyond just hosting the occasional
Heritage ceremony. Gavin knew this by the sheer size of the double,
two-story barracks. Knowing full well, by the dimensions provided on the
blueprints, that Atticus's unit would barely occupy less than half of one
story in one building. It was clear, Max expected their operations to grow
exponentially, and judging by the aggressive schedule of construction, he
was expecting that to happen sooner than later.

Whatever Max's reasons or future plans for the compound were, they could
debate it later, as Gavin, Jason and Billy entered the Lodge, where Atticus
and Brock steered them toward the far end, where Elizabeth had set up her
triage area.

Gavin found himself surprisingly calm as both Elizabeth and Princess stood
waiting by one of the cots with both Danal and Hadrian off to one side.

Danal held in his hands a small, but ornate carved wooden box that he
presumed contained the ancient silver medallion that served as the catalyst
for his expected transformation.

Gavin had given a lot of consideration over what that change might entail
over the last few days. He didn't expect his outcome to be the same as
Princesses, who all the others had assured him was Alpha level in stature,
though completely different from any Heritage alpha.

Even though he didn't expect any kind of physical transformation to result
from the actions of this ceremony, Princess had assured him, it had
fundamentally altered him on the inside, though he couldn't exactly
elaborate on how or to what extent, only that he felt different; stronger,
quicker reflexes and heightened senses.

While all those things would be welcomed changes, the part Gavin had the
hardest part accepting was that like Princess/Timmy that an ancient Greek
Goddess had told him that they were her direct descendants and that her
blood, the blood of a Goddess, flowed within his veins.

Above all other considerations, that was the part Gavin was having the
hardest part accepting. His entire life had been one devoted to study and
to some degree science, or at least it's methodology.

Basically, he still held what he considered to be a healthy bit of
skepticism regarding what he perceived to be Princess/Timmy's experience,
still thinking it little more than a vivid hallucination fabricated by an
overactive imagination, speculating to himself, that Princesses belief in
what had transpired had in fact only released the last mental blocks on the
full extent of his own innate and natural abilities and that he was only
attributing these perceived changes as a direct result of some metaphysical
divination manufactured in his own subconsciousness.

Either way, as Gavin removed his shirt and lay in repose on the cool, crisp
sheets of the cot, and Danal lifted the lid on the wooden box containing
the medallion and Princess carefully removed it while wearing a pair of
brown leather gloves provided by Danal, Gavin braced himself for the
unexpected, while simultaneously wondering if anything would happen at all.

"Seeya on the other side brother" Princess whispered, smiling ear to ear
disarmingly as he lowered the silver chain over Gavin's neck and rested the
cold metal medallion over the center of his chest.


                         * * * * *


As curious as Brock was about Gavin's ceremony and how it would all pan
out, Atticus had felt like he were intruding on something private, similar
in fashion to the Heritage ceremony, where one would expect only to find
those closest to them attending.

Billy's had been the exception, mostly due to the expectation surrounding
it. Still, Brock had been curious about that as well and if it had been an
option left open to him, he would have availed himself of the opportunity,
then again, judging by the provocative look Atticus had given him, when he
suggested they call it a night and head back to their tent, the bulging
lump in his trousers reminded him that it had been a couple of days since
he and Atticus had some private time together and if they were both on the
same wavelength, then the choice between the two options really wasn't that
difficult, at least were he was concerned.

As they drew nearer their newly relocated tent, Brock turned to Atticus,
nudging his shoulder against him playfully: "We should grab some beers
before we shut ourselves in for the evening" Brock suggested, thinking that
Atticus would simply agree and they'd head over to the new bivouac and
fetch a six-pack from one of the coolers.

"No need." Atticus rumbled, a capricious expression on his face, as he
yelled at Barin Young, who had been standing down by the fire talking with
several of the other men from their unit, ordering him to grab a six-pack,
nodding his head in the general direction of their tent before ushering
Brock forward, in the same direction.

That reminded Brock, there was another thing he had been meaning to discuss
with Atticus. The ever-present Barin Young.

Truth was, he didn't so much mind the camaraderie of his companionship, he
found the youthful Marine at times amusing, but it was more about his
constant presence.

Brock was certain, even if Atticus had said nothing to Barin, that no
sooner had they entered their tent, that Barin would have showed up to
stand guard outside it. Sometimes Brock wondered when he found time to
sleep, since he always seemed to be hovering.

He had tried discussing Barin's constant presence with Atticus, but he had
merely dismissed his concerns by insisting Barin was merely doing his duty
since he was now bound to Atticus and by happenstance, Brock as well.

Not that Brock was complaining about that either. He knew the main reason
why Atticus was always persistent that he orally service Barin as often as
possible, that other than blood, there was no richer source for Heritage
DNA than their sperm. But the last week and a half had been rather lean,
and necessary duties had, at times, deprived Brock of both of
them. Something he now intended to rectify by spending a little alone time
with him tonight, which brought a devious smile to Brock's face as he
hatched his own little plan, implementing it no sooner than they had
entered their cozy tent.

As Brock pulled off his boots and lay down upon the double-wide air
mattress they slept on, he focused his attention on Atticus, who stood,
waiting expectantly by the entrance to their shared tent for Barin to
appear with the beer.

Brock smiled deviously to himself, clearing his throat, knowing it would
call Atticus's attention to him.

"Excuse me Mr. Walker, but have *WE* forgotten something?" He queried,
arching his right eyebrow mischievously while staring lasciviously at his
still fully clothed mate.

Atticus glared back at him for a moment, pausing as if he was formulating a
response, before finally shrugging his shoulders and began disrobing, all
the while giving Brock some serious side-eye glances.

"Don't go giving me attitude when you know perfectly well what the house
rules are." Brock taunted, smiling devilishly as more and more of Atticus
hirsute muscular body revealed itself as he stripped, much to Brock's
obvious delight.

"Technically, we're in a tent, not a house," Atticus mumbled defensively as
he knelt to unlace his Corps issue, dessert camo boots, before slipping
them off his large hairy feet.

Brock sneered back at him: "A distinction without a difference, this tent
is our home..." he waited to see if that would get a rise out of Atticus
before adding: "Is it my fault you haven't provided a house for us to live
in yet?"

It wasn't really his intent to shame Atticus for their current
accommodations, he knew full well Atticus had no control over the
situation, but it didn't hurt to hammer home, that with the start of
construction on the compounds barrack structures, that was intended to
house those of the Heritage that lived and trained there, that he had no
intention of letting Atticus think that was a viable option for them as
well.

Atticus stripped off his slacks and tossed them to the side, now standing
completely nude in front of him, staring back at him: "I've already talked
to Max and have made certain arrangements, but if this is becoming to
cramped for you, I suppose we could discuss renting an apartment or
something in Macon until those plans come through."

It was the seriousness of Atticus tone and facial expression that had made
Brock chortle: "I was just pullin' your chain Walker, where we live means
less to me than who we are forced to share that space with is all I'm
really say'in'."

Atticus's brow furrowed as his eyes bore into Brock's: "Is this about the
proximity of the others during our downtime or is this about Barin?" he
asked, his voice twinged with the concern showing on his face.

Brock regarded him for a moment, rather surprised Atticus had so quickly
zeroed in on the core issue.

"I know you've said that you claimed Barin and I understand how that
relates within the Heritage, but how does that translate with me?" Brock
asked. He was basically putting Atticus on the spot and he knew it, but he
couldn't help but wonder how Atticus would define what Brock and Barin
shared since it was done on his behest, but more than that, since he was
Atticus's mate, what were the does and don'ts, if any?

Atticus looked at him quizzically, as if unclear as to what Brock was
asking and responding in kind: "Are you asking me what the limitations
are?"

Brock cautiously probed: "As it pertains to sex and our overall
interactions..." He paused briefly, adding quickly: "I need to know the
ground rules, like whats off-limits and what are you comfortable with?"

Nodding his head, a slight grin forming on his thick lips, Atticus mused:
"Technically, the only limit is the same one you have with me, at this time
you can not mount either one of us..."

Brock interjected: "Because of the whole alpha thing and not being chosen
and saving yourselves, just in case one comes along that decides you're
worthy to be made part of his pack?"

Atticus just shrugged his shoulders as he crossed the room to plop down
beside him, his large callused hand coming up to caress his cheek
affectionately: "We've discussed why I chose Barin to assist us, and I
certainly hope you're not concerned with me becoming jealous or worse
yet..." Atticus leaned forward and kissed Brock gently on the forehead: "I
hope you don't think I don't care about you because of it."

Brock smiled broadly back up at him: "I don't think that, because I'm
fairly certain if you did you would have probably ripped his head off by
now."

Atticus just rolled his eyes thoughtfully before nodding his head in
agreement.

Holding Atticus's gaze, Brock had one final question, the most pertinent
one of this whole conversation: "Just to be clear, you've claimed Barin and
he's now part of you, at least until some alpha comes along or you release
him, correct?"

Atticus nodded his head cautiously his face a mask of unanswered questions.

As if on cue, there was a disturbance at the flap to the entrance of their
tent and Brock pushed Atticus up into a sitting position as he turned
sideways facing that general direction: "Come in Barin!" He announced,
bringing his hand up to Atticus's lips to caution him into silence.

Atticus just shook his head knowingly, realizing that Brock had just
somehow bested him in some way as he watched Barin Young enter the privacy
of their tent.

He had no sooner closed the flap behind him and held the six-pack of beer
up, offering it as proof of his purpose for being there, when Brock locked
gazes with him and in his most matter of fact, conversational voice, he
stated: "I know it hasn't been discussed previously Barin, but the standing
rule in my domicile is that no member of the Heritage, who is cohabitant
with me, is allowed to be clothed in my home."

Barin's face was an unreadable mask, but Brock caught the furtive glances
he shot Atticus, in obvious deference toward his team leader and the very
reason for his hesitancy.

Brock snapped his fingers tersely, drawing Barin's attention back to him:
"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear, as per the conditions stipulated in
the Coaptandas, in our home, I make the rules." Brock emphasized his point
by reaching between Atticus's legs and gripping his flaccid, thick phallus
and began stroking it, before adding: "In here, Atticus obeys me and by
association, now so do you..." He glowered sternly at Barin before smiling
impishly at him: "Strip Lance Corporal, then bring that beer over here and
join us in our bed."

There was a lingering moment Brock thought Barin was about to object, but
instead he just shrugged his shoulders once again and quickly stripped,
snatched up the six-pack, tore one-off, and offered it up to Brock as he
knelt on the edge of their mattress and waited further instruction.

Brock took a healthy swig of the proffered beer before handing it to
Atticus, who did the same, and in turn, handed it off to Barin, who
finished it.

"A little liquid bravery gentlemen before the real fun begins." Brock
chuckled as he sat up and thrust his mouth over Atticus's, kissing him
deeply, drawing the man's wet tongue from the moist confines of his oral
cavity, before turning his head and doing the same to Barin.

Barin was hesitant at first, it having been awhile since he had the
occasion to kiss someone, but soon finding himself surrendering to Brock's
probing oral digit and offering up his own in return.

Back and forth Brock traded spit filled, succulent lip smacking wet kisses
with both men, before trying to push the two together, hopeful of watching
the two swap spit, thus fulfilling one of his more tame fantasies regarding
the pair. But Atticus bulked and turned his head away, resisting Brock's
direction, his message loud and clear. Kissing Brock was one thing, kissing
Barin was another.

Brock made a mental note. No fucking, no kissing. He hoped there wouldn't
be many other such limitations or this was going to go to hell in a handbag
real quick and spoil the fun he had been envisioning for quite some time
now.

Atticus maneuvered himself directly parallel behind him, his thick hot lips
seeking his right nipple as the tip of his tongue circled and teased his
taut areola and his front teeth nibbled lightly on the nub, teasing it
further into an erect state while his large sausage sized fingers reached
around him and sought his erect, drooling cock and toyed with it, eliciting
more than a few grunts and groans from him.

Not wanting Barin to feel left out, Brock reached for his thick swollen
eight-inch erection and indicated for him to flip into a sixty-nine
position and began teasing Barin's drooling cock-head with the tip of his
own tongue, delving into the oozing piss slit and lapping up the copious
amounts of dick dribble he managed to milk continuously from the swollen
glans, before stuffing the peach sized, lavender-hued, mushroom-shaped knob
into his hungry, sucking mouth.

Brock didn't know who had instigated it, but he soon felt a pair of wet
lips encircling his own six-inch boner and he felt the entire length slip
throat deep into Barin's moist mouth.

When he managed to look down his body, he could see Atticus's large hand on
the back of Barin's head forcing him up and down on his dick, fucking his
face faster and faster until it felt like he was practically skull fucking
the stalwart, golden-haired young jarhead.

As much as Brock wanted to succumb to Barin's oral talents, he had other
ideas, ones that would push the envelope of what his mate had experienced
thus far.

Throwing his arm around Atticus broad thick neck, Brock pulled his lover's
lips from his nipple and covered his mouth with his own, while
simultaneously pushing Barin's hungry sucking mouth from his prod, gripping
the short hair on the top of his head, and guiding his mouth toward
Atticus's prodigious fourteen-inch cock.

Just as he had suspected, as soon as Atticus felt Barin's wet tongue begin
to swirl around the massive, helmet-shaped glans of his dick, slaving,
massaging and caressing it with his spittle, he felt Atticus try to pull
away from him.

But Brock was prepared. Locking his free arm around Atticus's neck as he
sucked his tongue into his mouth while forcing Barin's mouth over his
massive knob, until it was securely sheathed in his oral cavity.

Brock could feel Atticus struggle slightly against him, he knew Atticus was
uncomfortable with this new intimacy with another of his kind, but Brock
wasn't having any of it and held fast, letting Barin's oral talents work on
him a few more moments before breaking their kiss.

With a voice fully laden with lust and desire Brock instructed Atticus to
stand up.

Never breaking eye contact with his mate, Atticus did as instructed, until
he towered over Brock and Barin, his massive maypole dangling in midair
above them, pulsing and palpitating in a near feverish heat, beckoning the
two of them like moths to a flame.

Almost in unison, they both dove for it, their hungry wet lips and tongues
swaddling and stroking it in copious amounts of spit and saliva, from the
tip of its bloated head to the two lemon-sized, hirsute balls dangling
below, before Brock swooped upward and engulfed the near apple-sized glans
in his overstretched and straining mouth as he guided Barin's mouth to
Atticus's large gonads and began stuffing them in Barin's mouth.

Brock pulled back momentarily, commanding Barin to suck his balls until he
indicated otherwise, then dove back down on Atticus's schlong and began
gulping its substantial girth and length down in spurts, like a snake
consuming its prey, until the entire organ was completely subsumed within
his mouth, throat, and esophagus, clear down to his thorax, and he was
grinding his lips into Atticus thick, course pubes.

Not surprisingly, their actions elicited pangs of grunts and groans from
his mate as his hands grasped the back of the suckling pairs heads and
ground them into his groin, obviously relishing their twin endeavors.

Years of training on Max Donnelly's big cock was paying off for Brock,
knowing full well his oral skills were second to none.

Long ago he had learned to work his throat muscles like an undulating
sheave, milking even the biggest member without once having to back off,
not even a fraction of an inch. Learning early on, at Max's insistence, to
breath through his nose and around the girth-some thickness of his impaling
dong.

It wasn't often he got to practice these skills, since Atticus seemed to
prefer fucking, usually viewing oral sex as just a prelude to copulation,
but not tonight.

Brock was determined to milk his man, force him to experience the sensation
of having his balls and cock properly serviced unto completion.

Those efforts soon paid off, evidenced by the increased tightness of
Atticus grip on the back of their heads as they both redoubled their
efforts, sucking as hard as they could in alternating unison until they
felt Atticus's massively muscular thighs begin to tremble and shake as the
full force of a mind-blowing orgasm swept over him.

Every muscle in Atticus's body grew taut, sweat poured down his hairy body
as he ground their faces into his crotch, his body jerking and spasming as
he released the first pent up juices form his exploding cock.

Brock almost regretted not being able to taste the copious amounts of sperm
that rocketed down his throat, but the near growling snarls escaping
between Atticus's gritting teeth, was rewarding enough, knowing that he had
given his mate yet another new experience he could add to the lexicon of
ones he hoped to introduce his younger lover too.

With Atticus though, he knew that patience would be the key, Rome wasn't
built in a day and good lovers were made, not born to it.

As they all three collapsed on the air mattress together, panting for
breath with Brock sandwiched between them, he turned and kissed Barin on
the lips before pivoting to his mate and doing the same.

Brock eased backward, his arms around both men's necks, eliciting a few
chuckles when he asked between panting breaths: "Whose up next boys?"


                          * * * * *


"Wow, did someone get the number of that truck?" Gavin heard himself say
out loud, even though he had only intended it a passing thought.

He struggled to open his eyes, feeling very much like he had an elephant
sitting on his chest.

In the span of mere seconds he went from wondering not only if the
medallion Princess was lowering over his head would have any effect on him
at all, to speculating how long it would take for him to feel any effect if
his doubts never materialized. But the moment the cold metal of the silver
medallion touched his skin, it had felt like someone had whacked him with a
hundred pound feather sending him careening sideways across the room until
he landed where he was now, on what felt like cold, smooth stone. But even
more disconcerting than that, he also felt like he wasn't alone. That he
was being watched.

The bizarre sensation he was being watched unnerved him enough to cause him
to flutter his eyes open, while using his hands to push himself into a
semi-prone position on what appeared to be a white marble dais or altar.

"Damn Gavin, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!" he mused to himself,
his own voice once again sounding slightly odd and echoic, like he was in a
cavern or something.

Gavin swung his legs over the side of the altar, letting his feet dangle
over the edge as he used the palm of his hands to rub his eyes and try to
bring them into focus, before pushing his weight forward until his feet
found purchase on the smooth, polished stone floor below him.

As his vision began to clear and the golden mist that seemed to permeate
his surroundings began to dissipate and fade, Gavin came to the realization
he was standing in the archway of a large Grecian style structure, with
massive colonnades spanning out on either side and stretching far into the
sky above him, to only disappear in the thick foggy mist that wafted above,
obscuring what he was certain was the true vastness of the structure.

Though his thoughts were still muddled and he still felt slightly
discombobulated, the memories of Princesses experience nagged at his
consciousness. Hadn't Timmy spoken of large white structures built atop a
rocky mountain off in the distance from the shore he had stood upon?

Gavin knew the imagery that had invoked upon him at the time and had been
mirrored by several of the others.

Taking into account who Timmy said he had encountered previously, it was no
big leap of logic to conclude that where he stood now was Olympus or at
least a reasonable facsimile of it.

Scared, but cautiously curious, Gavin pushed forward, stepping through the
arch slowly as he clung closely to the gilded, intricately carved framing
and molding, peering around its edge as he tried taking in the contents of
the vast room that opened before him.

He had barely crossed the threshold when he haltingly stammered out a
rather reserved *Hello?* almost instantly regretting it when to his left
the cacophonous sound of snarling growls thundered noisily in the dark
obscured shadows, breaking the silence at the far end of the room.

"Who dares invade the sanctum of the Gods?" came a booming, deep guttural,
masculine voice from the murky void.

Wide-eyed and cautious, Gavin backed up a few paces, withdrawing from the
large shadowy figure shrouded in the thin veil of gloomy distorted shade.

Gavin could just barely make out the large hulking form as it drew nearer
the edge of the divide that separated light from dark, but not even his own
fearful imagination could have prepared him for the massive figure that
suddenly lurched ominously into the sun-dappled rays of golden sunshine.

If there had ever been a single representation of masculine perfection hone
from the hardest stone or metal it now paled in comparison to what muscular
sublimity now stood merely two yards in front of him.

Head to toe, he had to stand at least eight feet tall, his shoulders
broader than the widest single doorway, just one of his large, massive
hands could have easily encircled the entire circumference of one of his
thighs.

To date, the single, largest, most muscular person Gavin had ever seen was
Jake Bauers, with Arlis and Atticus Walker coming in a close second.

None of those three men held a candle in either size or stature when
compared to this humongous creature. Any mental attempt of his to do so was
shockingly laughable.

His shoulders looked like basketballs, his pectorals like two massive slabs
of granite. His neck alone looked as wide as Gavin's waist and corded with
thick ropes of striated muscle. His forearms were as broad as Gavin's
thighs and his biceps were like cable wrapped bowling balls covered in
thin, overstretched gauze.

Tight golden brown curls crowned the top of his otherwise shaven head and
his large thick lips sneered tightly over flawless, pearl-colored
teeth. There was the slightest shadow of thick facial growth spattered
across his broad chin and squared jawline and his nostrils flared widely on
either side of his upturned pug shaped nose. But it was the two
heavy-browed, smoldering, fiery eyes that now bore icily into him that sent
the chilling waves of trepidation shuddering through his body and a thin
patina of sweat to break out all over his now cold clammy skin.

A sinister, bassy, rumbling chuckle echoed from the depths of the
gargantuan beast of a man if he was in fact a man at all: "Does my presence
so intimidate you daughter/son that you are reduced to quiver and cower
like a spineless cur before your Sire?"

The fear that now gripped Gavin, caused his eyes to cast furtively about
the room for anything he might use as a weapon, while simultaneously
wondering if there was even the smallest chance he could outrun this
creature and as he pondered the futility of his predicament, he happened to
notice the twinkling glimmer of golden metal, flashing from a gossamer-thin
chain wrapped and pulled tautly around its straining neck, cutting into his
flesh.

As impossible as it may have seemed, it was apparent that this hulking
creature was being restrained by the merest whisper of a thread thick metal
chain circumventing his thorax.

Throwing caution to the wind, Gavin straighten his back and his resolve,
bolstered by the fact that whoever this prodigious titan was, his
blustering bravado was all he could truly muster from his current distance.

Still though, Gavin thought to himself, it might be best not try and
antagonize him further.

"I'm sorry sir, I meant no disrespect, I don't even know why or how I got
here, let alone where I actually am." He stated, as calmly as he could
under the circumstances.

The giant snorted gruffly, eyeing Gavin with disdain, before snidely
responding: "I know who you are daughter/son and I know why you're here and
who you seek audience with." he paused for moment as if to study Gavin's
physical reaction before continuing: "Like the mother of your kind you seek
to undo mine and he who sleeps work, but unlike your mother, I yet hold
agency within your realm, my sons even now work to thwart you and all of
your line daughter/son, you will not prevail against me and against the
will of he who slumbers."

Gavin's brain kicked into overdrive, running through everything
Princess/Timmy had said and what he already knew about Greek mythology. He
was certain this entity was referring to Aphrodite, something that became
obvious when he invoked the word mother to describe the one who gave people
like him birth. Princess had told him Aphrodite had said she was the mother
of their kind, but what Gavin didn't yet understand, was why was this guy
calling him daughter/son, the implication being that if Aphrodite was the
mother of his kind then he considered himself to be the father, but hadn't
Aphrodite told Princess that Trojan prince Anchises was the mortal male who
sired their line?

"Excuse me..." Gavin interjected thoughtfully, positing: "Aphrodite said
that Anchises was the sire to my lineage, are you saying that's who you
are?"

Upon hearing his question, the entity lurched forward, pulling hard against
the delicate gold chain around his neck, every muscle in his body straining
with near Herculean effort, his fist clenching, eyes two blazing,
smoldering flames as he snarled and growled back at him.

After a few interminably long moments, that left Gavin more than a little
shaken by his ferocity, the entity seemed to regain some of his former
composure, though he didn't totally relax.

Visibly restraining the vehemence behind his words, the entity responded:
"While what you say is truth, it is also true, that through the mortal
maiden Rhea, a descendant daughter of Aeneas, I sired my sons and your line
in accordance with he who sleeps blessings."

Gavin felt a gust of warm air push past him from behind him as the entity
finished speaking, when he heard a light, lilting almost musical voice
intone from the same direction of the jasmine-scented breeze that brushed
past him.

"I think only you and he would consider rape a blessing, plaything."

Gavin whirled around to confront this new presence, instantly recognizing
it by previous description, as Aphrodite.

Princess/Timmy had been perfectly correct, the beautiful creature with the
golden glow that now moved slowly toward him in motions of pure, suggestive
liquid grace, belied every notion of gender or sex, appearing neither male
or female, yet also defying the notion of androgeny.

To Gavin, with every diaphanous movement, the creature he thought of as
Aphrodite seemed to shift between the two as fluidly as light reflecting
off of polished crystal.

Gavin didn't even flinch as the entity's soft and nimble fingers clasped
him by the shoulder and pivoted him away from the now growling giant behind
them: "Ignore Ares, he gets a little testy before his daily milking."

The entity said this while batting its eyes coyly in what Gavin could only
describe as feigned bashfulness. He was slightly impressed by it being able
to tint its cheeks a rosy color just to add to the obvious illusion.

Finally finding his voice, Gavin asked timidly: "You are the one Princess
calls Aphrodite aren't you?"

The entity threw its head back and laughed whimsically: "I see our
daughter/son has chosen their name, I do not see you as having such a
problem."

Gavin thought for a moment, before nodding in agreement: "Nope, no problem
at all..." he lifted his hand in a gesture of salutation, thinking maybe
perhaps a more formal greeting was in order: "My name is Gavin Hollis, its
a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The entity brushed his hand aside and threw its arms around him in a warm
and affectionate embrace: "No need for such formalities daughter/son. Come,
walk with me, we have much to discuss and little time to do so."

Gavin allowed Aphrodite to guide him down a long portcullis, putting some
distance between him and the entity it had called Ares, before speaking
again.

They walked together in silence for awhile, until Aphrodite slipped a hand
in his and guided him to the edge of a rampart that overlooked a vast
sparkling azure ocean.

Off in the distance a large, white bilious cloud seemed to float and hover
on the ocean and it was this cloud that Aphrodite pointed out to him:
"There is the purchase into this realm I granted your sister/brother..."

Gavin tried to recall everything Princess had told him about the small
island and what Aphrodite had told him about it, but he said nothing other
than to acknowledge he was aware of what the entity was talking about.

"The way has been prepared for all my daughter/sons to enter at will, but
the one called Princes is the key that will unlock that door..."Aphrodite
squeezed his hand firmly, drawing his attention and locking their eyes
together: "Daughter/son, beseech the one called Princess to pursue the
second half of Gemini, only when both are united can they unlock our
daughter/son and prepare the way for the unification with the chosen
mate. Tell our daughter/son, that until this happens, the path to this
realm will remain blocked and none of my daughter/sons will be able to
fulfill their great purpose."

Gavin looked at Aphrodite quizzically before asking: "What is this great
purpose? Princess spoke of it, but didn't understand either."

The entity smiled softly, bringing its right hand up to brush across
Gavin's belly as it batted its glimmering blue eyes suggestively at him:
"That must yet remain unspoken, there are ears that may yet hear and grasp
our grand design, leaving an opportunity that might yet vex our purpose."

Gavin sighed in frustration, realizing pursuing that train of thought was
going to lead to nowhere, he decided to change course: "You said that
Princess had achieved the first half of Gemini, what is Gemini and where
can Princess find the second half?"

Aphrodite giggled before sweeping its index finger up and tapped him on the
nose: "Gemini is not a what, it is half of a whole, split at birth, but
forever tethered together...Our daughter/son has already claimed half, but
the second will not be so willing and may take some convincing, but we are
certain the one called Princess will prevail, though our daughter/son may
need to enjoin favor with their future mate to achieve it."

Gavin scratched his head, almost to afraid to ask what he was certain was
the most obvious question of all: "Who is Princesses mate?"

The entity twirled away from him, laughing gleefully as it pirouetted into
a graceful bow: "Why the beast who most covets their affections, but is to
proud to make his feelings none directly so soon after meeting!"

Aphrodite rolled its eyes as if what was just said was the most obvious
thing in the known universe, before concluding: "Tell our daughter/son not
to worry, the beast will visit soon and his intentions will become more
clear as well as his link to the other half of Gemini."

Exasperated, Gavin was about to push for more details and clarity, when the
entity slipped their arm through his and began nudging them back the way
they had come.

"Enough of this discourse..." Aphrodite said, the entities visage growing
more focused and resolute: "Our time grows short and we have tarried to
long on this topic, there is more you must yet hear and take back with
you."

Gavin took that for what it was, a brush off and he willed his mind to
refocus, knowing there was nothing further to be gained by persisting,
choosing instead to listen, even though everything that seemed to come out
of Aphrodite's mouth sounded like a riddle wrapped up in a conundrum.

They had barely taken a few steps before the entity once again began to
bombard him with more tales of caution and potential future portents and
Gavin did his best to retain it all without eating up their time with to
many questions.

"Daughter/son take heed..." Aphrodite began, the entities voice soft but
firm: "I know of your fondness for one particular beast and I commend you
for your selection, but caution you to proceed slowly, to achieve the
outcome you desire from him, he must first find his own worth..." The
entity paused, turning to him to lock gazes momentarily: "This is true for
most beast and men, be patient and supportive without smothering him with
affection. The time will come soon when you and he must align yourselves,
choose wisely and not from a sense of camaraderie and loyalty, for that
will occur with the fullness of time"

As Aphrodite began walking again, Gavin followed, contemplating the
entities words as it continued: "The White Wolf grows stronger with each
passing day, but you must caution him to personally stay his hand when
events unfold and the opportunity to strike at the weaker of his enemies
presents itself. If needs must, convince the twice-born prince that you and
your sister/brother will aid in this enemies fall."

The tone in Aphrodite's voice grew darker, tinged in ominous wariness: "Be
aware, even this move will push your true enemies hand and the White Wolf
must tread carefully and conserve his strength, for his second challenge
might prove fatal if he is not prepared."

Gavin didn't like the sound of that, but had to ask: "If that is his second
challenge, what is his first?"

The entity glanced at him, but didn't stop this time: "He already knows
what he must do. He, our daughter/son and the twice-born prince have
started down the correct path, but you would be wise to implore him, to
push the twice-born prince to stake his claim and for the White Wolf to
cajole or command, if need dictates, the elder beast of his tribe to summon
the leader of the twelve, for it is he that will seek to restrain the
twice-born prince, and that must not be allowed to happen or the White Wolf
will not be strong enough to face his second challenge, though, if our
daughter/son has not yet united Gemini and unlocked the passage to the
space within this realm, then the White Wolf and others, and even our
daughter/son, my fall and the future of the world will be plunged into
eternal darkness."

Aphrodite had no sooner finished conveying this last ominous portent, when
Gavin found they had returned to their starting point.

"I fear our time is up daughter/son, your realm calls to you and I must
release you to it."

Gavin could feel it too. It felt like invisible hands were pulling him back
toward the altar that he had awoken upon and as he fought to resist it, he
watched as Aphrodite approached Ares, who appeared not to have budged an
inch from where they had left him.

He glowered between both of them, though he barely reacted when Aphrodite
reached up to pat the side of his face.

Ares dwarfed Aphrodite, yet the entity seemed to be in complete control of
him, evidenced when Aphrodite's hand drew back and slapped him hard across
the face, drawing his fiery gaze, blazing full of venomous rage.

Aphrodite just tugged suggestively at the white linen sheet that covered
his body like a toga: "Who gave you permission to cover your body!?" the
entity demanded, before raising its hand once again as if to strike him
another blow.

To Gavin's surprise, Ares flinched, before bowing his head and like a child
caught doing something they shouldn't have, whipped the sheet from his body
to stand completely naked, with his head bowed.

Aphrodite turned to face Gavin one more time and just winked at him as the
entity stepped aside slightly, giving Gavin a full view of Ares naked body.

Gavin's eyes went wide in shocked amazement, even as his backward momentum
brought him into contact with the marble altar.

Between Ares legs, flopping limply between his thighs was the most massive,
gargantuan cock he had ever seen draped over a pair of melon-sized balls.

He was certain he heard himself gasp as he marveled hypnotically at the
magnificent appendage.

It had to be as thick as his forearm, completely flaccid, the head was at
least as large as his balled-up fist and the thing hung down between his
knees like a fleshy, pendulous trunk.

The last thing Gavin saw clearly before a white mist subsumed him, was
Aphrodite's delicate hand petting Ares's cock making it grow and expand as
it engorged with blood, and as the hazy fog obscured his vision completely,
Gavin was certain, the last thing he saw was Ares's half-hard dong growing
bigger and longer than Gavin's entire arm.

As his consciousness slipped and he fell into the vast void between time
and space, the last thing he heard was his own voice saying: "Well, that
certainly explains a lot!"


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Thanks for reading the continuing adventures of Devil Dawg Donnelly's.

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site, where I also post related and nonrelated artworks at:
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