Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2022 02:37:27 -0400
From: Ulf Raynor <ulfr57@gmail.com>
Subject: Devil Dawg Donnelly's: Revelations chapter fourteen

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Devil Dawg Donnelly's: Revelations

Chapter Fourteen:

"Men do not fight for flag or country, for the Marine Corps or glory or any
other abstraction. They fight for one another. And if you came through this
ordeal, you would age with dignity."

William Manchester


                         * * * * *


The beast stood there panting, trying to catch its breath. The moon
overhead, though waning, still appeared as full to the untrained eye. But
the beast knew, it could feel the pull of its magnetic waves and
appreciated the illumination that now allowed it to clearly see its
surroundings in full, vivid detail.

As remarkable as its enhanced vision was though, it was the overpowering
scents of everything around that amazed it the most. Deep, rich earthy
odors that spoke and called to its primal urges even more succinctly than
its keen ocular senses.

One, in particular, was driving it to near distraction and was why it was
even now doing its best to avoid his contact.

Though the woods it was now traversing seemed vaguely familiar to it, the
beast could clearly make out the unmistakable marking scents of an
alpha. It permeated everything and was mixed heavily with the scent of many
other alpha's and for a beta-like itself, that could only spell trouble if
it didn't show proper respect for the alpha's territory.

This is why it ran, the beast knew it had to find the edge of the alpha's
land and wait for the alpha to come to it and then it could properly show
its respect and if the alpha was amiable, offer up its submission.

Like all its kind, there was one thing greater than the call of the hunt,
greater than the feel of the wind whipping through its fur as it ran,
perhaps even greater than the scent of some future mate. Acceptance by an
alpha meant Pack. Pack meant everything. Its kind were as nothing without
it. It could spend endless years wandering aimlessly, from one place to
another to find such a place, to find that one alpha that would claim it,
give its life purpose and meaning, a place to belong, bring order to its
existence, to fulfill its inherent, primal imperative: to serve its Alpha,
serve its Pack, Pack is family. One could not be had without the other and
all of them, without exception, were drawn to it, their place, their
purpose, their Alpha, their Pack.

This is why it ran, why it broke free from those who had chained it to some
large stones.

It ran as soon as they released it from its bonds, fled into the woods and
into the dark cover of night, ran as any wild thing would.

The moon had been behind some dark billowing clouds at the time, but now it
betrayed it, threatened to expose it further than it already was.

In the distance, it could hear the pursuit it had feared drawing closer,
and though its scent was also familiar, it reeked of alpha and the beast
could not be found invading its territory.

Fear, self-preservation is what drove it now. Encroaching on an alpha's
enclave was the same as challenging his dominion. Was that why it had been
restrained?

The alpha that pursued it now had been there among the others. Its scent
overwhelmed them all.

The beast had been too frightened to make eye contact, respectfully bowing
its head as it fled into the hopeful safety of the woods. It meant no
offense, it didn't even know how it had gotten there. But the alpha that
gave chase, seemed to be maintaining some distance between them, leaving it
the impression the alpha was either toying with it before it moved in for
the kill or it was driving it from his territory for a purpose.

The beast knew, that at any time, this alpha could have easily overtaken
it, but for some reason seemed content to just drive it to the edges of its
domain.

Was the alpha affording it the opportunity to be respectful, to approach
him with proper respect where the beast could offer up its submission and
garner his acceptance and a place within his Pack?

The thought made it giddy but wary.

The beast pressed on, even if driven to the point of exhaustion it would
persevere. It would not be found wanting by this alpha. It would use its
last breath if needs must to procure even the remotest chance of impressing
the alpha enough to secure a coveted position, no matter how minor, in his
Pack.

It ran until it finally broke free of the densely foliaged treeline, miles
away from its starting point, in a large clearing thick with knee-high
grasses and a profundity of blue cornflowers, whose earthy, peppery bouquet
filled its nostrils as it stood there, panting, just beyond the edges of
the alpha's domain, catching its breath, dropping to its knees and
patiently waiting to see if the alpha, who had pursued it, would show
himself.

The wait wasn't long.

The beast watched, from the periphery of its respectfully bowed head, as
the lone figure stepped heel to toe, in the manner of all predators,
silently form the cover of the dense thicket that bordered the treeline,
into the pale blue light of the waning moon.

Panic nearly gripped the beast once again as what emerged from the forest
appeared more human than kindred as its body continued to shift until only
a man stood before it, some twenty feet away.

Still, the air was profuse with the scent of alpha and it approached the
beast with the same confidence it would have expected from one of its own
kind and despite its trepidation and the raging beat of its
adrenaline-fueled heart, it remained cowered and submissive as it knew it
must, until the alpha towered over it, his hand reaching out until it
cupped and caressed the side of its head, right below the ears.

Instantly, it could feel the warmth and the surprisingly familiar comfort
of the alpha's hand permeate throughout it until it settled in its chest
and subdued the raging thoughts within its head.

Closing its eyes, as its fears evaporated and the familiar connection
between them quelled the raging beast within. It felt its body begin to
shift and change, its talons retract as its limbs reformed and a new voice
subdued the raging thoughts of the beast, who retreated within, to rest
below the murky surface until beckoned once again.

"Welcome to the Heritage Baxter." Billy Donnelly said, smiling down at him
disarmingly as his large callused hand continued to cup and caress the side
of his face gingerly as he stared deeply and affectionately into his eyes.


                          * * * * *


"C'mon guys, don't everyone talk at once" Gavin Hollis chided sardonically
as he continued to consider the significance of everything he had just told
them.

For the past two weeks, he had been assisting Liz Dunne with her continued
treatments of both Kent Bauer and Michael Donnelly; a task made
considerably easier once Max approved of Paul Lakatos and his father taking
Remy Deveaux back to their territory for detainment once Elizabeth had
effectively neutralized his ability to shift with an enhanced version of
the medication she had been giving her own son for almost fifteen years.

It had proved exceedingly effective on all three of their prisoners, and in
fact, had up to recently seemed to be stabilizing both Kent and Michael's
conditions from getting any worse.

But things had changed. Up until last week, she hadn't been able to reverse
what Monaca had done to them. But this last Tuesday she had made a crucial
advancement after she had shifted her focus from repairing the affected DNA
sequences, something she was having trouble doing since she had no samples
of their DNA prior to their current condition until it came to her to use
their father's DNA as a template to selectively isolate the RNA sequences
they had in common with their corresponding parent.

That had allowed her to narrow the parameters and repair those shared
Heritage genes effectively enough that their own recumbent,
self-replicating DNA triggered the cells and tissue inherent in all those
born of the Heritage, that gave them accelerated healing, to kick in and
begin repairing the damaged genes Monanca had infected with her virus.

It had taken a few days, but both Michael and Kent were showing signs of
rapid improvement.

Most notably though, as their bodies healed, so did a lot of the damage to
their minds. Apparently, Monanca's treatments had also left them more than
a little susceptible to suggestion and after talking to both, Michael had
revealed she had been giving him supplements much like Liz had done Jason,
for the past few years. Kent, for the most part, had just gone along with
what his friend had told him until he too started taking the same
supplements once they arrived in Germany some two years prior.

Jason sat there silently listening to Gavin, taking everything in and doing
his best to be impartial to the evidence presented.

It had been a long couple of days leading up to Baxter's Heritage ceremony
and he had grown accustomed to Billy's input on everything, especially
after his initial transformation and his wolf submitting to him.

Its not that he felt incapable or less like an alpha himself, if anything,
he felt more so since he was the first in almost two thousand years to
successfully shift into full wolf form. No, it went deeper than that.

Jason knew that the part of him that makes him an alpha, was recognizing
that what Billy had become, was on a level above and beyond them all. It
was also something he, Jake, Princess, and Billy were keeping a secret, at
least for now, even from his father and Carl, at least until they
understood it a little more.

Danal and Hadrian, of course, were entirely a different can of worms; with
Billy and Jason both deciding to limit their exposure to either of them for
the time being or at least until they could be certain of their discretion
in regards to both the Heritage in general and the potentially problematic
Council of Greges, which neither Billy nor Jason were sure they could
trust.

All of which lead him to now, sitting here with Princess, Atticus, and
Brock, listening to Gavin as he was invariably drawing to some conclusion
Jason was certain he wasn't going to like hearing.

"Gavin I get that you and my mother think that Michael and Kent were in
some ways not accountable for their own actions and while I can empathize
with that, I just can't ignore what they did either, the Quorum would have
my hide if I did."

"I'm not suggesting that" Gavin admonished, trying to curb the strong
emotions that were driving him at the moment.

Ever since the attack on the compound and the simultaneously coordinated
assault on his mother, Gavin had been devoting himself to tracking down all
the specifics of the who, what, when, and where's of those behind it.

Yes, for the most part, they were fairly certain who had organized it or at
least authorized the attack, but Gavin wanted to know exactly what they
were dealing with and who. He didn't just want to expose them or call them
out, Gavin wanted to do to them what they intended to do to him and
everyone else at the compound and with Brock's help this last week or so,
and what he had garnered from Michael and Kent, he was now fairly certain
they could do just that.

"So, let me get this straight Gavin...." Jason glowered at him studiously:
"You think we could successfully infiltrate the Von Kraus estate and take
out him and his entire inner circle in one fell swoop and get out without
no one being the wiser?"

Gavin smiled wickedly: "Oh, they're gonna know alright..."

Atticus jumped in, the irises of his eyes flashing a bright green: "Damn
right, the Wardogs are gonna know that the Devil Dawgs don't take shit from
no one!"

Jason shook his head slightly, his gaze flicking back and forth between the
pair of them: "Max and Danal would never approve of something like this..."

Princess interjected wistfully, smiling demurely, contemplatively looking
at his nails: "All the more reason not to bother them about it."

Jason regarded Princess for a moment, wondering whether to take him
seriously or not, but it was Brock that made his choice for him: "Why don't
you sleep on it, Billy should be back tomorrow and we can corner him with
this plan and see what he thinks as well."

Jason chaffed at that idea, not because he didn't think Billy would go for
it, quite the opposite. What Jason was debating internally now was how wise
would it be to put the White Wolf in potential danger clear across the
world surrounded by those who wanted him dead before he came into his
Heritage.

It didn't take a genius to know what a monumentally bad idea that could
turn out to be.

"I'll consider it..." Jason sighed, adding quickly: "But I don't want
anyone saying anything about this to Billy, he's got enough on his plate
with Baxter just coming into his Heritage and all."

Princess just rolled his eyes: "Who are you trying to kid here, you know as
well as we do the two of them are probably bumping uglies as we speak."
Princess turned his gaze on everyone before asking boldly: "Who here
actually thinks we're gonna see Billy anytime soon?"

"I don't know..." Gavin speculated: "I got the impression that he and
Baxter have a lot of things to discuss and work out before that happens."

"Gotta agree there." Jason nodded, having talked to Billy for a while
earlier before he departed to take Baxter home, which was why he didn't
want to trouble him now.

Billy and Baxter had a lot of things to work out, not least of which were
their feelings for each other, and the one thing Jason was certain both
Billy and Baxter understood, that just jumping into sex would only
complicate things and not necessarily for the better.

"I mean it guys, leave Billy out of this one okay?" Jason insisted
emphatically, while staring Princess down, realizing he was the only real
wild card in this scenario, being the only other alpha in this little
ragtag group.

Princess just smiled back at him, offering only a single wink that Jason
decided to decipher as the only acceptance he was likely to get, before
dismissing the group for the evening, promising to reconvene sometime the
next morning or early afternoon.

As they departed, Jason just plopped down in the now singular, worn leather
couch that yet remained in the Devil Dawg cabin that he now inhabited along
with his mother, who he was sure was still working over at the Lodge
pouring over some research she hoped would help fix what was broken in
Michael Donnelly and Kent Bauers, when he noticed he wasn't as alone as he
had hoped to be.

"I already know what you're going to say Princess..."He sighed heavily as
he sat upright on the couch to face what he knew was coming.

"If you know what I'm going to say then why make me say it Jason?" Princess
scolded, his voice uncharacteristically stern, matter of fact, and to the
point.

"It didn't feel like the right time" Jason offered up weakly, knowing full
well how that was going to go over.

Princess moved to stand in front of the island counter separating the
kitchen from the living room, folding his arms against his chest as he
leaned against it, regarding Jason disdainfully: "That's not what you,
Billy, and I agreed upon this morning Jason."

"I know Princess..." he sighed again, carding his fingers through the
shaggy hair on his head as his thumbs set against his temples to try and
massage away the headache he felt building behind his eyes.

'What are you really waiting for Jason? Billy and I both agree its time for
you to act, you promised us both you were going to do what we all agreed
needs to happen."

Princess's voice had grown resolute, full of confidence as he pressed Jason
for a response.

"I'll do it tomorrow okay?" Jason offered, with a little more annoyance in
his voice than he intended.

Princess stomped his foot, tapping his watch: "It's ten thirty-two PM
Jason, more than enough time to do what needs to be done" he insisted,
making it perfectly clear he wasn't going to let this drop, adding: "Max,
Danal and the others are at the Donnelly estate for the evening, there's no
one here to object or interfere with what we all agreed needs to happen, so
quit being such a fucking pussy and do it!"

Jason stood and glowered back at Princess. He wanted to raise some sort of
objections, concoct some sort of excuse that might convince both Princess
and himself he could delay what his heart had been screaming for him to do
since he took Jake as his gamma.

Instead, Jason just cocked his mouth sideways, something he did when he had
resolved to do something he knew would be hard, but needed to be done
anyway, and turned from the one, of his two friends and confidants present,
and walked over to the cabin door and flung it open, where he hesitated for
a moment, bowing his head in silent contemplation, steeling himself for
what was to come.

Slowly tilting his head, his eyes blazing a brilliant azure blue as his
body shifted effortlessly into its full wolven form, Jason, Alpha of the
Devil Dawg Southern District, howled.

It wasn't just any howl, it was the howl of an Alpha summoning all those of
the Heritage within hearing distance, who haven't yet been selected,
beckoning them to come to him and face selection.

Princess smiled inwardly, a beaming grin on his face as they both heard the
many answering, pleading howls as a flurry of movement raced toward them,
coming mostly from the bivouac.

"I hope we know what we're doing" came the voice in Princess's head,
causing his own eyes to narrow and flash blue as he responded in kind back
at Jason's wolf: "Let Max and Danal be pissed, what will be done is done
and there's nothing they can do to stop it now, the White Wolf has spoken,
build your pack Jason!"


                           * * * * *


There it was, the sign he had been waiting for. Jake didn't actually snore,
but he did have a certain rhythm to his breathing while he slept and JD had
been patiently waiting for his husband to slip off to sleep ever since
putting Jakson down for the night.

He still felt rather bad for brushing off Jake's usual sexual advances,
feigning fatigue having to care for a fussy baby all day.

Jake took the mild reproach like he took everything when dealing with
anything JD had noted, and that was always with patience and tact.

Still, it was Friday night and JD knew Jake's libidinous pattern by
now. Friday nights meant no work the next day and, of course, more time to
cuddle and have sex; well, their version of sex anyway.

JD had learned early on that Jake had little problem bottoming for him, in
fact, he seemed rather enthusiastic about it at times and there was nothing
more than JD enjoyed at this time, than being balls deep in his husband's
honey pot. But, the one-sided nature of their sex ate at him, when the most
he could do to reciprocate was for the two of them to face each other and
as he stared into his husband's eyes, take the very tip of his gigantic
phallus into his mouth, while his tongue swirled against his frenulum and
dipped deeply into his piss slit, to tongue fuck his urethra, all while his
hands pumped his rigid pole and stroke him to orgasm.

Jake never once complained about the limitations in their sex life and it
definitely didn't seem to impede his frequent desire for it either, tonight
being a perfect example. But JD had other plans this night, a surprise of
sorts, or so he hoped, as he stared down at his husband as he tried to slip
carefully from the bed, knowing that even the slightest disturbance would
awaken Jake with a start, and JD didn't want that, he needed time to
prepare and had set things up earlier in the spare bedroom down the hall to
get the ball rolling on his "little" surprise.

Having stealthily executed his planned extraction with all the skill of a
ninja, JD slipped from their room and down the hall and into the spare
room.

Avoiding the bright overhead lights, JD cautiously waded through the
familiar darkness until he made his way to the bedside nightstand, where
his hand deftly found the lamp located there and flipped the switch.

Beneath him, sprawled out on the bed, just as he had arranged and left it
earlier, was everything that he needed, and as JD reached for the familiar,
large bottle of water-based lubricant, he mouthed a silent thank you to the
benefactor of his collection.

Over a week and a half ago, when Princess/Timmy came to stay with him,
while Jake attended Jason's Heritage ceremony, among the many things they
had discussed was the guilt he was feeling over not being able to
accommodate his husband's prodigious endowment.

He hadn't meant to bring it up, but Princess/Timmy seemed to hone right in
on it, something he jokingly alluded to later by stating that he was the
progeny of a love god after all. JD knew that Princess had meant it as a
joke, but from all that JD had heard about both his and Gavin's experiences
with the Goddess Aphrodite while under the thrall of transformation when
they came into contact with the cursed silver from Remus's armor, he
somehow doubted that Princess/Timmy's just arbitrarily guessing that he had
a few issues with his sex life, was anything "but" arbitrary.

Either way, it didn't really matter, it was the results of that
conversation that lead to Princess/Timmy being moved to "help" him by first
purchasing everything he now had laid out before him on the bed: "C'mere
big D!" JD murmured under his breath as his hand reached for the largest of
the three lifelike dildos and began smearing lube all over it's smooth,
skin-like surface.

From tip to base, the large dildo had to measure a good twelve inches and
was nearly as thick as JD's wrist. He had been working the last three days,
almost exclusively with this one, and was beginning to feel he was
approaching a level of proficiency that he might be able to tackle the real
thing between his husband's legs.

Sure, this thing was no way near the size of Jake's mega dong, but this was
the biggest one that Princess had been able to purchase at the sex shop in
Jacksonville.

After thoroughly slicking up the latex phallus, JD slid it to the floor,
and using the large suction base to adhere it to the smooth wooden surface
beside the bed, JD reached for the other "gift" that he had been training
with daily.

Princess had called it a "spreader" and there wasn't a more apt description
than JD could think of. Well, maybe except for torture device from
hell. But as much as JD hated it, Princess had been correct, it was
helping. Something JD had noted for the first time the other night when
giving Jake's dick his usual treatment, during which time he realized, that
if he wanted to, he could have slipped the entire fist-sized head of Jake's
massive schlong into his mouth, something that was completely unthinkable
just days before, prior to his daily training with the "spreader."

The metal device worked simply, it consisted mostly of two metal bars with
extended mouthpieces that curved along his jawline and fit between his
upper and lower teeth. On both sides of the bars were screw-like posts that
had calibrated knob-shaped adjusters that allowed him to control the amount
of separation.

At first, it had been slow going, but despite the pain, it often caused,
each day he had been able to exceed the previous until he was able to do
what he was going to do now.

JD bent over, his jaws fully spread by the harnessed contraption strapped
securely around his head and lowered his mouth to the tip of the large
slick head of the floor-mounted dildo, and thrust his face down until
nearly half the damn thing was lodged deep in his throat.

There were the usual few seconds of gagging sputters, but JD soon mastered
his throats contractions and continued to work his mouth downward until he
had successfully encompassed the entire dildo right down to its big fake
balls.

Satisfied his throat was ready, JD sat up and whipped around, as his
fingers tugged at the base of the extra-large, three-inch circumference
black buttplug he had stuffed up his hole since shortly after Jake had left
for work that morning.

With a mild grunt, JD pushed the large plug free of his puffy, stretched
anus, tossed it aside, and placed the bloated lips of his loosened hole
against the tip of the large dildo, before plunging downward with his hips
until his palpitating sphincter spasmed against its base.

A week and a half ago, JD would have never thought anything he was doing
now was possible for him. But Princess had convinced him otherwise and had
purchased a bevy of toys in ever-increasing size increments, that had
allowed him to expand his capacities at his own determined pace.

The rest, his own natural libido had pushed him to do. The fact was, he was
getting to really enjoy the anal stimulation and had frequently brought
himself to orgasm just sliding the big head of the largest dildo against
his prostate at just the right angles.

Between the two, the oral had been far more work than the butt stuff. But
JD was determined to become proficient at both. Jake deserved no less than
he himself gave and from everything JD could discern, there was little Jake
wouldn't do in bed if he thought it brought JD pleasure.

There were several occasions that week, where JD had almost slipped and
utilized his increasing skills, in fact, it had taken him a considerable
amount of willpower to hold back, but he had made a plan and he was
determined to stick to it.

Tonight would be the night. He had spent most of the day plugged with the
biggest of the buttplugs and had even spent over an hour practicing his
oral skills after setting Jakson down for his after-lunch nap.

He had planned it all carefully, making sure Jakson was fully engaged that
evening and not allowed to nap until they set him down about half an hour
ago. Knowing by experience, Jakson would probably now sleep for at least
three or four hours before waking for his nightly bottle feed and diaper
change. JD had pushed for his and Jake's early bedtime, so that he could
lull Jake asleep, affording him a little time to loosen up, before putting
all his hard work into practice.

Satisfied he had indeed loosened up enough, JD carefully cleaned, put away
his training toys, and snuck back to their room, where he just as carefully
slid back into bed beside his still resting husband.

JD sat there for a moment, staring down at the peaceful slumber of his
handsome mate, pulling the covers back to reveal his naked torso and
admiring the near perfection of his massively muscular physique.

Laying there, on the left side of the bed, with his legs slightly splayed
and his right arm thrust underneath the pillow that supported his head,
Jake's magnificent body lay fully exposed for JD's mounting libidinous
perusal.

With little preamble, JD lowered his head until his moistened lips gently
kissed the eraser-sized nib of Jake's right nipple, allowing the tip of his
tongue to snake out and flick it lightly several times until his actions
elicited a groggy, guttural moan.

JD didn't hesitate, as he slid up Jake's body until his lips slipped over
Jake's, his tongue darting to spread his husband's lips and penetrate the
inner depths of his oral cavity, where it flick wantonly against Jake's
own, while his right hand sought his husbands still limp phallus and hefted
it up to flop against his abdomen.

As his fingers nimbly fondled his large tumescent tool, they worked their
way down to cup and fondle his equally massive lemon-sized balls. His
fingers gripped them firmly at the base, right below his now expanding
shaft, to encircle them in his fist and began pulling them down tautly as
his tongue continued to probe Jake's mouth.

Jake made a move to sit up and wrap his arms around him, but JD thrust his
hands aside and shoved against his slab-like pecs, forcing Jake to lay flat
against the mattress: "Don't move Bauers, I'm in control here!" JD growled
lasciviously, eliciting a lustful groan of submission from his stalwart
companion.

Now that he had him where he wanted him and also had his full attention, JD
slipped his tongue from Jake's mouth and began to slide down his body,
stopping only to trace the circumference of his areolas on his descent
downward.

Finally reaching his targeted goal, JD flicked the wet, drooling tip of his
tongue against Jake's exposed frenulum as his fingers contracted more
tightly around the base of his gonads, pulling until Jake's semi-erect cock
waved like a drunken man weaving in the wind before JD's hungry lips
captured the expanding glans between his suction lips.

Smiling wickedly to himself, while watching up Jake's body as he settled
back, his eyes closed as he usually did while JD milked his shaft, JD
enacted the first of his surprises by spreading his lips widely and
stuffing the expanding diameter of Jake's helmet-shaped glans into his oral
cavity and began sucking in earnest.

Just as he expected, Jake's eyes flew open in surprised amazement, his
large callused hands shooting to the sides of JD's head to grip it tightly
as JD continued to lower his mouth downward until the head of his big fat
cock was grinding its way into the tight confines of JD's throat, while
corkscrewing the ever-expanding schlong into his esophageal depths.

JD knew he wouldn't be able to maintain this for long, his practice toy,
though bigger than most human males, its wrist-thick circumference could
only be marginally compared to the full, thicker than a coke can diameter
of Jake's burgeoning dick.

After just a few moments, JD's overstretched lips, with a loud pop and a
smack, slid free from the now rock-hard, throbbing eighteen-inch marauder,
that dropped with a loud wet smack as it thumped solidly against Jake's
chest.

"That was fucking amazing!" Jake bristled excitedly, between panting
breaths, as he stared wide-eyed down at JD in apparent awe of his torrid
accomplishment.  "You ain't seen nuthin' yet studly." JD hissed
sardonically as he slid his right leg over Jake's torso until his thighs
straddled Jake's abs.

JD inched forward, teasing Jake's lips with the head of his drooling
seven-inch boner, repeatedly pulling it away as Jake's lips continuously
tried to capture it between them: "Nuh-uh big guy, tonight ain't about me,
juz' lay back and relax and enjoy the ride." JD cooed impishly as he
gyrated his hips suggestively against the throbbing slab of meat between
his widespread thighs.

Jake smiled lecherously and did as suggested, laying back and letting JD
take the reigns.

While using both hands to tweak and fondle Jake's sensitive nipples and
occasionally swooping down to nibble and tease them with his teeth and
tongue, JD continued to rub Jake's enormous shaft between his taint and
muscular ass-cheeks in ever-increasing arcs of his upwardly thrusting hips
until his efforts centered around his continuously seeping cock-head.

Jake moaned repeatedly, sighing deeply his approval with various grunts and
groans, his large meaty hands coming up to grip and caress the firm round
globes of his ass as JD positioned the tip of Jake's wanger against the
velvety moist folds of his virginal orifice.

Slowly, deliberately JD pushed the oozing, blunt tip of Jake's dick against
his hole until he felt it part the slightly puffy ring with his palpitating
manhood.

Nearly holding his breath, in bated anticipation, a low guttural growl
escaped between Jake's lips as the massive fist-sized head of his dick
prodded and popped passed JD's overstretched sphincter and filled his
premoistened love canal with his throbbing, drooling knob.

The sudden invasion of Jake's enormous endowment sent ripples of pain
radiating from JD's taut sphincter and he gasped for breath as he bore the
brunt of his steely protuberance.

Jake didn't move. He fought his natural instinct to thrust deeper into his
mate, as JD struggled to will his hole to loosen and accept the invading
member, by rocking his hips back and forth slightly until the pain began to
slowly abate, allowing more and more of Jake's colossal pecker deeper
access to his strained, but quivering quim.

Between sucking heated breaths and clenched, gritting teeth, he steadied
himself by placing his gripping hand's palms down upon Jake's slab-like
pecs. JD continued to push harder, forcing Jake's meat into deeper depths,
until it hit the narrow barrier of his inner sphincter.

There, JD's resolve faded, as the pain grew to intense to proceed. Jake
grunted his acceptance by flexing his blood-engorged shaft making it jump
and throb inside of him as he gently began to unsheath.

Jake's actions had two effects, the first being an easement of the pressure
that JD had felt mounting at the entrance of his lower bowels, the second
was an intense wave of pleasure as Jake's shaft and glans raked against his
prostate sending waves of unbridled ecstasy coruscating up his spine, an
ecstasy shared by an overheated Jake who was experiencing his own virginal
loss, in pure rapturous joy.

The cumulative effect for both of them pushed them over the physical edge
and into the abyss of unimaginable sensory overload, causing both of them
to erupt in fervid exaltation as their carnal coupling reach its apex.

Sperm spewed from Jake's meaty monster, flooding JD's guts, salving his
aching, tortured channel in blistering ropes of seething, viscous ball
juice.

Even before the first smoldering blast of jizz splashed against his
prostate, JD's own seven-inch cock exploded in a torrential rain of
showering cum, shooting high into the air before drenching them both in his
salinated nectar. Cords of stringy splooge splattered repeatedly against
their sweaty flesh, inundating and baptizing them in passionate, licentious
bliss.

As the waves of ecstasy faded into gasping moans of spent euphoria, they
collapsed into each other's arms, their lips crashing against the others as
they sucked the heated, panting breaths of their conjoined elation, while
basking in the waning afterglow of their torrid copulation.

JD kissed his husband, staring down deep into his locked, glassy gaze: "Not
bad for a beginner, huh?" He queried jovially, in-between gasping pants.

"It'll do in a pinch" Jake chuckled, followed by the loud smack of his
beefy palms against JD's upturned, cock filled ass.


                          * * * * *


A silent, but expectant pall hung over the Devil Dawg compound, as the
small throng of its current occupants clustered nervously around the front
of the cabin of the new Alpha in residence there, all in response to his
haunting howl that reached deeply into their beings and drew them there
like a clarion call, beckoning them to him.

Patiently they waited, hopeful but trepidatious. For some, this was their
first call to an Alpha for others just another fearful anticipation of
rejection. Then there were those few that had waited for years for just
such a chance and wondered if this might be the moment that they could, at
long last, fulfill their purpose and be chosen to this Alpha's pack.

Most still feared rejection, experience teaching them the harsh bitter
lesson, that Alpha's only selected the best amongst those within the
Heritage, and many doubted they fit that bill, anticipating as always that
the number of those chosen would be small, as tradition now dictated. Yet,
they all still hoped, it was in their nature to desire to be part of a
pack. So, silently they waited, all eyes glued to the cabin door, hoping
against hope, that this night might be their time.

To their surprise, the fair-haired one called Princes emerged from the
door, eyes full of warmth and understanding, dressed head to toe in his
usual simple white, open-armed muscle T-shirt and skin-tight white stretch
pants brandishing a simple sheet of paper he whipped to eye level in a
flourish of dramatic pomp and circumstance.

In a voice like silken cloth, that just flowed effortlessly from his rosy
lips, Princess spoke to them: "Welcome one and all, it has fallen to me to
speak to you on behalf of the Southern District Alpha."

He paused for a moment, more for effect than not: "As I call out your name,
please enter the cabin single file and line yourself by the island wall and
quietly wait for the Alpha's further instruction."

Without further adieu, Princess began reciting the names one by one, and to
no one's surprise, all ten members of Atticus's security unit had soon
passed through the cabin door, leaving only a handful of stragglers, who
had remained after Baxter's induction the night before, as well as Atticus,
Arliss, Brock, Gavin and Arliss's father, who had just been visiting as he
worked out the details with Max and Jason about his farm supplying the
compound with fresh meats, dairy and produce in an agreement he had made
with Billy Donnelly a few weeks earlier, prior his own son's
induction. Douglas Gundarson had decided to stick around for the night to
spend some time with his son, something they hadn't been having much time
for, since Arliss's training with Atticus's unit took precedence.

For a time Princes stood there, seeming to peruse and double-check his list
as both Atticus and Arliss looked on anxiously, chomping at the bit, in
hopes their name might yet be called.

Princess folded his paper and stuffed it into the waistline of his pants,
his eyes rolling skyward as his thumb and forefinger stroked his chin as if
something might have slipped his mind.

The sudden snap of his fingers elicited more than a couple of startled
glances, before impishly batting his eyes at the rest of them before
speaking: "Gavin Hollis and Arliss Gundarson would you please join the
Alpha?"

Without hesitation Arliss practically jumped forward in his haste toward
the front door, only stopping at the last minute to turn and stare back at
Gavin, who hadn't budged an inch from the spot he was standing on.

Gavin stared back at Arliss for a second, then turned to face Princess:
"Why would he want me in there, I'm not part of Heritage?"

Princess lips spread into a broad, mischievous grin, before answering
jovially: "He's not the only Alpha here tonight now is he?"

Gavin rolled his eyes sardonically in response, folding his arms stubbornly
across his chest, his mouth poised to make a snarky remark when Arliss
interrupted him: "For cryin' out loud Gavin, get your ass in here."

Shooting Arliss a questioning leer, Gavin suddenly just shrugged his
shoulders and trotted over to join him before disappearing into the cabin
together.

Princess watched after them, his smile fading into a small grin, before he
to, trod toward the door until he stood silhouetted in the door frame:
"Well...?" Princess smirked back over his shoulder: "What are you waiting
for, a special invitation or something?"

Both Brock and Atticus exchanged expectant but happy glances as they moved
in unison to join the others, and Princess patted them on their asses as
they passed around him as he reached for the cabin door to swing it quarter
ways shut before poking his head out and calmly stating to those few
remaining outside: "Wuh, no more takers?" he asked as they simply stared
back at him incredulously.

Princess sighed heavily in mock exacerbation: "Are all you Heritage guys
always this dense? ...Hut, toop people I ain't got all night, its way past
my bedtime, and poppa needs his beauty sleep."

With the last of the stragglers pushing their way through the door,
Princess swung it shut and flipped the lock, sealing everyone inside,
before turning and crossing the room, grabbing both Gavin and Brock by the
hands and tugging them along with him to stand in front of the fireplace
where he flipped his arms around his companion's shoulders, in a bro hug,
before whispering in their ears: "I wish I'd thought to bring some popcorn,
'cause this is gonna be quite the show."

At first, they all stood there in silence, facing toward the opposite side
of the room, staring grimly where Jason stood, with his back to them,
peering out the french doors and out toward the lake, naked as the day he
was born.

"Atticus Walker, step forward!" Jason's voice boomed, practically
reverberating off the cabin walls.

Instantly doing as he was instructed, Atticus Walker crossed the room to
the other side, to stand just a few paces in front of Jason, stoically
awaiting his next command.

But Jason remained silent for a few moments more, his back still turned to
them, as he gathered his thoughts, before speaking in slow measured tones.

"I know that many of you have expected that you would someday be standing
before Billy Donnelly, that it would be he who ended your dispersement by
welcoming some of you into his pack."

Jason hesitated briefly, letting his words sink in, before turning to face
them and resuming his planned oration.

"As Alpha of the Devil Dawg Southern District, I can now assure you, that
this will not be the case."

I low murmur spread throughout those gathered, as they looked
disconcertingly to one another for answers before Jason drew their
attention back to him, by raising his hand and quelling them into silence
once again.

"I can assure you, this was not a decision made lightly, he and I discussed
it at great length and came to the conclusion, that he is called in another
direction, and must, at this time devote himself to other matters."

An air of forlornness filled the room, full of sighing disappointment, as
they all began to once again, feel the weight of their displacement within
the Heritage, envelope them once again.

A sudden loud clap from Princess's hands pulled their attention away from
Jason, to regard him suspiciously as he stepped forward a single step,
waving his hand toward Jason in one broad stroke: "Hear the man out before
jumping to conclusions!" Princess admonished, his irises flashing blue for
an instant as his presence commanded the room.

"Take it away bossman, let 'em know what's behind door number two."
Princess rumbled merrily, bowing with a flourish toward Jason.

Without so much as cracking a smile or missing a beat, Jason continued:
"Before he left today, Billy tasked me to do what he can not at this time,
and with Princess's help, they convinced me to do what no other district
Alpha has done in recent memory..." Jason paused, to catch his breath,
knowing full well the implications of what he was about to say: "As Alpha
of the Southern District it is now my intent to build a pack like none have
seen in over an age!"

Murmurs once again gripped the room before Jason once again quelled them
into silence: "I do this because I must. Because outside forces from across
the seas have attacked and challenged us and it is my intent to answer that
challenge by forming a pack the likes of which the world has not seen in
untold generations."

Jason's iris's flashed a brilliant azure blue and as his will filled the
room, subsuming all other thoughts and dispelling all of their doubts, his
hands clenched into fist at his side as he turned the full force of his
will on Atticus Walker: "Submit son of the Heritage and become one with my
Pack!"

Atticus trembled for a moment, as Jason's will flooded over him, stronger
than any Alpha's he had ever experienced, and felt himself move. As if
compelled by their own volition, his feet began to shuffle forward,
delivering him to the Alpha's call.

With barely a foot separating them, Atticus's knees gave out and he dropped
to the floor to kneel before Jason, his eyes cast downward as his head
turned, offering up his own neck as he awaited apprehensively for what he
knew must surely come.

He didn't have to wait long. Jason's second submit confirmed his intention,
leaving Atticus but one recourse.

Before all present, he turned to look up into the Alpha's blazing eyes and
slowly raised his right hand to cup the Alpha's phallus in the palm of his
shaky hand as he bent his own head to press his trembling lips to the
Alpha's manhood and kissed it as a show of respect, submission, and
acceptance into his Alpha's Pack.

Their eyes still joined together, locked in primal rapport, he felt his
Alpha's hand caress the side of his face before lifting his chin and
commanding him: "Arise First Beta, take your place by my right side."

The joy that flooded Atticus's heart, beamed brightly on his face, as he
practically leaped into position, his head held high, barely able to
contain his elation in his newfound pride.

Jason summoned Barin next, repeating the same actions as before, but the
look of astonishment on Barin's face when Jason declared him First Gamma
Protector was one Atticus would never forget.

One by one Jason summoned all ten of Atticus's unit, exceeding by several,
what any other Alpha would have taken in as Pack.

There were few surprises, as Jason placed them all, Atticus agreeing to
himself with each and everyone, and growing more and more impressed with
his Alpha's astute assessments, as each, in turn, took their place behind
him, respective of their placement.

Besides Barin, Atticus had been pleased that Jason had chosen Scott Taylor
as his Second Gamma Protector, knowing how hard and long he had fought to
get where he was, just for a chance like this. He knew Scott would serve
his Pack with selfless conviction, and devote himself tirelessly, like
Barin, to the protection of their Alpha and his Pack.

With the connection already building between them, binding them all as
brothers, it wasn't that surprising when Atticus found himself missing his
Alpha's First Gamma Enforcer Jake, who couldn't be here to rejoice in their
induction.

As the last of his unit joined them and like the five before him took his
place as a Delta Centurian, a Pack rank not seen in over a thousand years,
Atticus believed their Pack complete. But to his continued astonishment, in
an evening full of unexpected surprises, Jason summoned Arliss Gundarson,
whose father's face glowed in near jubilation as his son stepped forward
and followed suit to rise as Jason's Second Enforcer.

This was an honored position, one seldom given to one so young and
inexperienced, but Arliss's rapid, single-minded focus in training and
duty, had revealed that he had the heart of a lion and a ferocity in combat
that had only grown by leaps and bounds since his arrival and subsequent
inclusion into the Heritage.

As First Beta of his Alpha's Pack, Atticus knew it would fall to him to
complete Arliss's training and forge him into the best Enforcer he could
be, knowing from his progress already, that shouldn't be beyond his
grasp. Noting whimsically to himself, that the boy was like a barreling
freight train and almost as equally unstoppable once he had a head of
steam.

Atticus watched as the blue fire faded from his Alpha's eyes and thought
once again that this signaled an end to the evening's proceedings only to
be fooled once again.

They all watched as their Alpha crossed the room to the few men left
standing, where they had stood just moments ago, three of whom were
near-strangers, who had come with Arliss's dad, who had explained the week
before, that they were dispersers like himself, that he had encountered
over the years, during his wanderings, before meeting Arliss's mom and
settling down. Thinking as they all did, that they were beyond selection
due to their ages, the youngest amongst them just shy of forty.

After Arliss's induction, and realizing the need to procure workers to
replace him, and as the ever-increasing demands of his farm grew, Douglas
Gundarson had reached out to the few he still knew of and invited them with
the promise of work and a place they could at last call home and at least,
upon occasion, be around their own kind.

It was a small repentant offering Douglas had made, for almost failing his
son, and nearly depriving him of his Heritage.

As Jason approached them, they all bowed their heads respectfully, almost
visibly trembling in his presence as he took a stance before them, less
than two feet away.

The gasp that filled the room when Jason's iris's flared again and the room
flooded with Jason's will as the command "Submit" once again reverberated
off the walls.

All four men, Douglas Gundarson included, instantly dropped to their knees,
exposing their torsos as they twisted their heads collectively as one,
baring their throats to the young Alpha.

As the second command faded and they had each pressed their lips against
the Alpha's manhood, Jason ordered them to rise and in the boldest move yet
declared them all Kappa's a Pack rank not heard of since the long-gone days
of Rome.

It suddenly dawned on Atticus what was happening right before him, and he
stared at Jason in complete awe and reverence, barely daring to even
consider what every bit of his senses was now telling him.

Jason was no ordinary Alpha. Only the first of their kind built full Packs;
only those who wholly surrendered to the soul of the beast aspired to build
such communities, in a time when Alpha's forged armies to protect both Pack
and lands.

They all watched in startled wonder as Princess clapped his hands, in
joyous celebration, as their Alpha began to shift and shimmer until what
stood before them was nothing more than the long-lost stuff of legend.

The grey wolf Alpha howled, as his voice sang within their heads: "Join me
my brothers, and let's chase the moon across the heavens!"


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To all of those who have been faithfully following my stories, I thank you
all. It's been a huge learning experience for me and I've thoroughly
enjoyed the various email correspondence I've received as a result and the
online friends I've made along the way.

Keep those suggestions coming!
Ulf Raynor

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