Devil Dawg Donnelly

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Part Twenty Six:

"Like what ya see?" Brock Gryzinski cooed impishly over his shoulder as he and Atticus nakedly climbed the ladder steps to the loft.

Though he only gave a slight grunt of approval, Atticus Walker did indeed like what he saw, evidenced by the raging boner sticking nearly straight up his torso, the massive head of his erection nearly bouncing off his sternum as his eyes remained glued to the sensuous oval shaped pouting lips of Brock's anus, protruding visibly between the rounded, twin mounds of his muscular smooth buttocks.

It was apparent to Atticus that Brock was no virgin, but staring upward into that hole as they climbed to the loft, the puffy lips of his rectum rubbing suggestively against each other, mere inches from his face, had him nearly drooling in anticipation.

Gone was his earlier trepidation's, either through his growing lust or Danal's reassurances that his mating with Brock wouldn't hinder his chances of securing a position within the Heritage or maybe some degree of both, his slavish devotion to tradition in maintaining his chances through purity of service was about to end; he did still harbor a sense of regret for his men, but trusted that Max Donnelly and Danal Cornelius had read the signs correctly and knew what they were talking about and that he and his men would soon achieve what they had so longed for, ever since their own Heritage ceremonies.

Once they both stood there together on the loft, Brock guided Atticus over to the foot of the king sized bed instructing him to lay down and get comfortable.

Having decided that Brock's experience in these matters made him the most qualified to expedite their initial coupling, Atticus took his place on the bed, lying on his back with his head and chest elevated with the pillows he stuffed behind him and stared up at Brock who waited patiently at the foot of the bed for him to get comfortable and as Atticus folded his hands behind his head and slightly spread his legs, he gave Brock a slight cocky grin and a mischievous wink: "What now boss?" he asked, taking the opportunity for the first time to take in Brock's naked body, first noting that from the neck down he was completely hairless, chest, arms, legs and crotch all baby smooth, his skin also a complete contrast to his own.

Atticus spent most of his time outdoors running drills with his men, the summer sun had baked his skin into a nice golden bronze color all covered in a dense reddish brown auburn fur as opposed to Brock's pale, smooth alabaster, nearly blemish free epidermis.

His body, though firm and gym hardened, was far less bulky and more subtle, his thin waist offset by his ample protruding bubble butt and his firm thick thighs beckoned to be touched and caressed and Atticus found himself having to fight the strong urge to just grab him, throw him on the bed and mount him right then and there, his building passions evidenced by the seminal fluids leaking continuously from his piss slit, to puddle at his sternum and drip in rivulets down the side of his body.

He watched in lip biting anticipation as Brock lowered himself sensuously to a kneeling position at the foot of the bed and began massaging his right foot, his adept strong fingers manipulating his tendons and foot muscles sending gentle waves of relaxing pleasure up his body as his soft hazel green eyes locked with his own almost telepathically willing Atticus' body to loosen and relax.

For a good ten to fifteen minutes Brock went from foot to foot, back and forth until almost all the tension of the day drained from Aticcus' body and his barely audible groans transformed into gentle moans of approval as his head slowly tilted back and his eyes closed completely surrendering himself to Brock's nimble fingers.

With a roguish grin on his face, Brock leaned in closer to Atticus' right foot and let his flattened tongue slip wetly from his mouth as he licked in one broad stroke up the entire length of Atticus' foot from heel to toe.

Atticus' head lifted abruptly, startled by the new sensation, his eyes once again locking with Brock's, tinged with a look of near incredulity as Brock now circled the tip of his tongue around the apex of his big toe, before encircling the digit with his pursing lips and sliding down it's length encompassing it into the suctioning vacuum of his moist wet mouth.

A broad grin of approval spread across Atticus' face as he studiously watched Brock go from toe to toe in descending order, lavishing each in turn with his flicking tongue and suctioning lips until moving from one foot to the other, repeating the process.

After finishing with his toes, Brock turned his attention to swabbing the bottoms of Atticus' feet with his tongue in long languishingly slow strokes, making sure on each upward stroke to lick between the soft delicate tissue between his toes, sending chills up Atticus' spine as his oral manipulations tickled his tender flesh.

"It's a good thing I washed up before the ceremony 'cause I doubt you'd be enjoying that as much if I hadn't" Atticus' sneered, still marveling at how much he actually was enjoying this new sensation.

In response, Brock grinned up at him, ceasing his oral assault on Atticus' feet and began climbing up between his massive hairy legs until they were practically nose to nose, their eyes locked intently on one another as Brock's body covered Atticus', his hands cupping over the massive flexing bulge of his biceps and kneading them forcibly between his fingers massaging their way to his hairy armpitts and stroking his thick fur.

"Clearly it's time to establish some rules concerning personal hygiene" Brock cooed, lustily grinding his body against Atticus' before laying his hands on Atticus' slab like pectorals and pushing himself up to glare directly into Atticus' eyes: "Rule one... Brock moaned, spreading his thighs to either side of Atticus' torso, straddling his hips and grinding his balls against his and rocking his chest and belly up and down against Atticus' prodigious swollen shaft before continuing: "After a hard day of training, you are forbidden to shower or bath before reporting to our tent."

The quizzical look on Atticus' face, spurred Brock to dip his nose into Atticus' hairy armpit and begin taking deep whiffs, before raking his drooling tongue over the musky flesh ending by whispering softly in Atticus' ear: "I like the way a man smells and taste... Brock rose up again, his cheek brushing against Atticus' until they were once again nose to nose, his voice now low and lustful: "The sweatier the better!"

Atticus' first instinct was to laugh off the suggestion, until once again their gaze locked and he could see the burning passion behind Brock's eyes and realizing incredulously that he meant ever word, emphasized by the increasing gyrations of his body against his already oozing palpitating schlong.

"Rule two..." Brock continued as his fingers lightly traced over Atticus' hairy chest before clasping both of the eraser sized nibs of his nipples between his index finger and his thumbs, squeezing and pulling them, eliciting a muffled gasp from Atticus: "You are forbidden to wear clothing in our tent..."

Brock could see the questions forming in Atticus' expressions and stopped him with a cautioning finger to his lips to remain silent: "At home I rule, you obey..." Brock reached down between them and cupped Atticus' huge balls in his left hand, pulling them down until they were taut in their sack and giving them a firm but gentle squeeze: "Let me reiterate, no clothes, at all, anytime, irregardless of who is present!"

Atticus grinned back at him and chuckled: "Yer enjoyin' this way to much Gryzinski"

Brock tugged at his balls again, feeling them protrude over the sides of his palm the tighter he squeezed.

"Rule three..." Brock eased back until his ass sat firmly on Atticus' hairy muscular thighs, still firmly clutching his big balls and using his other hand to grip his massive shaft and hauling it to a vertical position between them, taking a moment to marvel at the sheer majesty of the thing: "These belong to me and me alone is that perfectly clear?"

The seriousness of his tone compounded the intensity of his glaring eyes and the sternness of his expression.

Atticus silently took it all in, processing Brock's growing list of demands and carefully weighing his response, when he felt the grip on his balls tighten, almost to a painful level his own hand shooting to his groin protectively covering Brock's tightening grip on his testicles, responding instinctually to extricate them from potential harm.

Brock's fingers tightened even more around the twin orbs eliciting a gasp of pain from Atticus, whose own hands now firmly gripped his wrist as a guttural growl grew in his chest, his eyes two burning orbs glowering back at Brock.

Without a word, Brock let go of Atticus cock and balls and rolled off the bed to a standing position, turning only briefly to give Atticus a consternated look, shaking his head in disappointment before veering off and descending down the ladder steps and out of Atticus' line of sight.

Atticus stared after him as he sat there on the bed contemplating what had just happened.

As team leader to almost a dozen men, he had grown to expect his men to do as he instructed them, each carrying out the different task he assigned them both as individuals and as a team, on a singular basis it was often a test designed to see if those members who exhibited the highest level of independence had learned the necessity to function as a team and to learn to ask for or seek help from others on the team to accomplish a difficult task instead of pigheadedly attempting to do so on their own; he couldn't help but think that at this moment he himself was now faced with just such a situation and coming to the realization, that what he was doing with Brock was a team building exercise, he had grown use to doing things on his own and he was just now coming to the realization, that he had been expecting Brock to behave as if he was in charge and that Brock needed to take his cues and follow his lead, not taking into account that Brock was a Gunnery Sergeant and expected the same thing from him.

Atticus considered the last couple of days and how Brock readily adjusted his line of thinking when given orders from Max to cede his superior rank authority over to Atticus and accept him as team leader, all of which Brock did without question and now that the roles were reversed...

Atticus rose from the bed and descended the stairs, looking for Brock, knowing now exactly what he needed to do.

He found Brock sitting on one of the bar stools at the island between the kitchen and the great room, his back to Atticus, sipping a beer, deep in thought and paying Atticus no mind as he approached behind him.

Brock stiffened slightly as Atticus' large meaty callused hands gently cupped his shoulders and he leaned his head in to rest his chin next to Brock's left ear: "Rule one..." he whispered, his breath warm against the nape of Brock's neck: "I am not to bath or shower after duty before returning to our tent."

Brock straightened his back, turning his head slightly, listening but not commenting: "Rule two..."Atticus continued, letting the tip of his tongue suave the outer rim of his ear: "I am not to wear clothes in the privacy of our tent"

Atticus turned Brock around and took both his hands in his, cupping his left under his balls and clasping Brock's right hand firmly around his throbbing phallus: "Rule three... Atticus tilted his head until his forehead touched Brock's, their noses gently butting against each others as he stared into his eyes: "My cock and balls belong to you and you alone, I hereby relinquish all ownership to my mate."

Atticus took a step back and bowed his head momentarily, contemplating his next words carefully before speaking: "I can't offer ya more than that at this time and I sincerely hope you understand why..." his voice stammered a bit, his eyes seeking Brock's once again, hoping in part that Brock could see in his eyes what his words failed to express: "Ya know what I've worked for and what I hope to achieve and I may be required to do certain things if I am to be successful."

The smile that spread across Brock's face immediately elevated Atticus mood and dispelled his concerns about their future together.

"I won't ask you to do anything that will compromise you or the teams goals Atticus..." Brock declared boldly but adding mischievously, his grin twisting into a lecherous sneer: "I just hope I get to watch."

"Pervert" Atticus chortled, grabbing Brock in both arms and pulling their groins together as his hands dropped to clutch at the fleshy firm globes of Brock's ass and squeezing them hard.

"True dat country boy" Broke mused, reaching around with one hand to loudly smack Atticus on the rump, before breaking away, still clutching Atticus big dick in his hand and pulling him toward the loft ladder/stairs: "Time to fuck big guy and I ain't takin' no for an answer!"

Saturday morning at the Donnelly household was a bustle of activity, Carl had commandeered the kitchen and turned it into command central, establishing from the get go that he was in charge, assigning duties and task to everyone within his orbit, barking instructions like the seasoned military professional he was, even Max wasn't immune from the new command structure he himself had established by ceding household authority to a logistical recon adjutant, and Carl was obviously embracing the role with gusto and enthusiasm.

Upon Billy and Gavin's return and being joined shortly there after by Hank and Jake, Carl began assigning teams and task; Max, Hank and Billy were given yard and exterior duty, Gavin was assigned kitchen detail with Carl, leaving JD and Jake living room and bathroom detail; unfortunately, from JD's perspective, Jason couldn't stay after breakfast, having promised to return his moms car early so she could go check on some student projects at the college, plus his mom had her own list of duties he had to complete at home as part of her conditions for letting him use her vehicle.

For JD, at least at first, it was awkward for him being around Jake, it had been three years since they last hung out together and a lot about each of them had changed.

As kids JD had been more the instigator of their joint activities and though Jake had always been rather shy and quiet around others, JD had always been able to infiltrate that facade and bring out the adventurous side of Jake's nature that he never showed anyone else.

JD had learned quickly that Jake wanted more than anything to be a great fighter like his father, hoping to maybe even surpass him one day, not out of a desire to be better than his dad but to please him and honor who he was and what he meant to him.

JD had always known, though few ever saw, the passion Jake had burning within him, Jake had grown very good at concealing it from others, never wanting to be the center of attention.

A lot of Jake's trepidation's and insecurities centered around his own self body image; he had always been taller and more gangling than others his age, at fourteen he was already as tall as his six foot four father, but his rapid growth left him a bit on the skinny side and that same growth also made him more awkward, even clumsy as he tried to adjust and control his constantly increasing size.

At first JD befriended him because he was the closest to his own age during their families joint outings.

Mike had Kent and Billy always had Baxter with him, so JD just naturally gravitated toward Jake and for that matter, so had Jake, and over the years they had forged a mutual respect for each other, their disparate personalities often augmenting their friendship instead of placing barriers between them.

JD liked to talk and Jake was a quiet, attentive listener and as the morning progressed JD found himself slipping back into that role, surprising even himself with how easily he did so while once again finding himself alone with his childhood friend.

Not everything was the same though, from the start JD realized the awkward gangling boy of his early youth was gone, supplanted by this towering muscular giant in full control of his every movement, the shy disposition replaced by an astute and resolute confidence and despite his growing attractions for Jason, he couldn't help but feel himself reconnecting with Jake, falling back into the familiar roles of their youth.

Outside, Max was orchestrating his workforce, directing them to their assigned task and as Billy mowed the yard, Hank began trimming the shrubs and Max began power washing the outside of the trailer and the back patio.

Back in the kitchen, as Carl and Gavin finished the morning breakfast dishes, they began scrubbing down the walls and cabinets, leaving the floor for last.

Carl used the time to discuss a variety of topics with Gavin, it wasn't without fore thought that he had chosen Gavin as his workmate, purposefully separating him from Billy so he could draw the young man into conversation, hoping to ascertain his level of mental acuity, having already decided, because of his interactions with Billy, that he had already displayed a high level of loyalty and trustworthiness.

"Please don't take this the wrong way..."Carl stated, shifting their casual conversation more in the direction he needed to better assess his level of mental maturity and emotional stability: "How far exactly have you and Billy physically taken your personal interactions?" Of course Carl meant how far have they gone sexually, the question was meant to help Carl clarify what Gavin was hoping to get from their interactions, knowing full well that though it may be physically enjoyable for Billy, Max's son's heart and path lay in a different direction.

Carl was pleased to see that Gavin didn't even seem to bulk in the slightest in either his reaction or response: "He's just let me try out a few things, we haven't bumped uglies or anything like that if that's what you're asking."

Choosing his words carefully Carl stated: "While I understand that perspective, my biggest concern is that neither of you are reading more into it than is really there.

"Gavin chuckled, giving Carl a slightly sardonic look: "What you really mean is you hope I ain't taking seriously what Billy is only seeing as fun between buds right?"

Of course Gavin was correct, though simply put, it cut to the core of Carl's concerns: "Please understand Gavin, I just don't want to see either of you getting hurt, knowing how fast your friendship has grown in such a short time."

Carl reached over and patted Gavin on the back as he thought about Carl's words for a moment before responding, his words proving once again exactly how insightful the young man could be: "I already know he loves Baxter, even though he hasn't realized or accepted it himself." while Carl wasn't shocked by Gavin's observations about Billy's relationship and feelings for his childhood friend and companion, his next observations took Carl by surprise: "I also know there's a lot more to Billy and for that matter the rest of you than meets the eye.." He paused for a moment, looking Carl directly in the eyes: "I haven't figured it all out yet, but I know that all of you think something big is going to happen and I suspect it has more to do with Billy's birthday than it does his brother Mike's disappearance."

He did his best to mask his reaction to Gavin's observations, knowing now that the boy exceeded his expectations and confirming his prior decision to attempt taking this boy under his wing and mentor his considerable talents.

He had discussed his intentions with Max the night before hoping to garner his approval but half expecting him to bulk at his suggestion of bringing Gavin into the fold as his apprentice, to his surprise Max just simply told him to trust his instincts and do what he felt was best for all concerned, cautioning only that he proceed slowly at first so as not to overwhelm the boy with more than he could handle, even suggesting that maybe Billy, Gavin and even JD might benefit spending time training with Atticus' team now that Hank and Jake would be signing on in an instructional capacity over the next week, adding that he had already arranged for Timmy to join Atticus' team over the next few weeks.

Though their interactions thus far had been rather brief, Carl had already ascertained that the best approach with Gavin would be a direct one: "You have a lot of potential Gavin" he began, maintaining the eye lock between them: "The world is a very old and big place and it contains things you could barely dream of, how would you feel if I offered to expand your horizons and introduce you to a world you never even knew existed?"

Gavin smiled, his eyes beaming with youthful exuberance: "I thought you'd never ask!"

Late Saturday morning found Brock Gryzinski lying flat on his belly, still held immobile by the weight of Atticus Walkers heavy muscular limbs draped over him while his hot breath brushed against his sore neck and traps as he slept peacefully, practically laying on top of him.

Brock's head still felt groggy and his vision still slightly blurred as the intense morning light poured through the two windows on either side of the king sized bed they were lying on.

One thing he was absolutely sure of was that almost ever muscle in his body still ached from the relentless pounding onslaught Atticus had unleashed on him the night before, the dull ache in his balls was a testimony to the amount of over use they had undergone during their raucous coupling, his hole still a numb swollen mass of bloated red and raw tissue, the burning feel from his nipples assuring him they fared no better than his hole, his dry inflamed throat joining the chorus of chaffed, abraded flesh.

Brock had always thought that Max was a rough fuck and he had rather expected some what the same from Atticus, but he had never in his wildest dreams anticipated the sheer raw power and stamina that poured from his new mate and despite his bodies aching protestations this morning, he had never felt more drained and satisfied, realizing as he lay there languishing in the bright morning afterglow, how easy Max had been on him during their encounters.

Brock drifted in an out of semi-consciousness, continuing to rest in his lovers arms as he relived the events of their first sexual encounter, how he had led Atticus back up to the loft and shoved him back on the bed.

Atticus had laid there, his upper torso supported by leaning on his elbows in a semi upright position, his feet firmly planted on the floor at the foot of the bed, watching Brock kneel between his legs, their eyes glued to one another subsumed by their mounting lust for one another, Atticus watched as he began stroking his large, hairy muscular thighs, marveling at the sheer bulk and definition flexing and rippling beneath his skin as his nimble fingers traced their way to the two massive gonads nestled between his legs filling the space between the base of his hard shaft and the narrow divide to the mattress.

Brock had a special affinity for really big balls, he knew subconsciously his mind attributed big balls with masculine fertility much the same way he did with big dicks and Atticus excelled in both.

Dropping his head between Atticus' powerful legs while still maintaining eye contact, Brock began slaving his hairy gonads with the flat of his tongue, licking and lapping at the thick skinned sack until they dripped with his spit and mucus.

Giving Max a silent prayer of thanks for the hours of training he had subjected him too, Brock was able to accomplish what few men without it could ever dream of achieving, he stuffed the near orange sized mound of testicles into his hungry, drooling mouth and began sucking on them, savoring the musky flavor all under the watchful, smiling approval of Atticus Walker: "Ya look like a chipmunk with mumps" he chuckled, reaching one hand down to stroke his nut stuffed cheeks, before pulling his head in tighter to his groin, grinding his taint against Brock's chin, moaning his approval despite his comedic observation.

As he had continued to suck Atticus' balls, he could feel them grow denser and tighter in his mouth and as much as he was enjoying the task, he feared that maybe Atticus may be enjoying it a little to much, noting how his massive schlong began to jerk and flex with ever increasing frequency the longer he orally suctioned his testes; fearing that Atticus' may very well spew his load just from that simple contact, Brock reluctantly spit his balls out and began licking his way up his thick shaft, tracing the finger wide tube protruding underneath with his flattened tongue, stopping only when he reached his frenulum where he began lightly flicking the nerve cluster there between the flanging head of his palpitating glans, while his fingers wrapped around the base as far as they could reach to circumvent the massive organ, while pulling his prepuce back slowly revealing the very tip of his phallus.

Immediately the piss slit began drooling precum, bubbling out like a slow leaking water fountain, oozing out around the tip and started dripping down between the crevice of his frenulum where Brock's tongue lapped up the seminal fluids before diving the tip of his tongue as far as he could into the wide slit, pursing his lips into a siphoning pucker and sucking up the manly juices and gulping them down with wanton abandon, relishing the sweet tangy nectar.

Brock considered attempting to wrap his lips around the huge bulbous glans and suck it into his mouth and attempt fellating his enormous dong despite it's humongous girth, but once again he noticed the increased moans and groans coming from Atticus and realized that action would most assuredly push him over the edge and while he truly would have enjoyed gulping down what promised to be a huge load churning in Atticus' big balls at the time, he knew that their mutual goal was yet to be achieved and any further delay may result in a premature conclusion.

Releasing his grip on Atticus' cock, Brock pushed him back flat against the bed and flipped around into a reverse cowgirl position and pushed his ass back toward Atticus' face, turning his head as far around as he could to look down on his questioning face, Brock smiled and said: "Rule four, you gotta lick it to stick it bubba."

With that, Brock reached back and spread his buttcheeks and thrust his hole, with pin point accuracy against Atticus' thick lipped mouth.

Brock didn't know whether his muffled groans were an acknowledging affirmation or reluctant protestation, either way he didn't care, he wasn't taking no for an answer.

Hesitantly at first, he felt the tip of Atticus' tongue make contact with the lips of his hole, Brock immediately willed the orifice to part allowing it into his inner recesses practically sucking his oral digit into the depths past his sphincter; almost instantly the hesitancy shifted into exploration and from there enthusiastic hunger.

Brock sat there rocking back and forth on Atticus' face, grinding his man twat in short circular gyrations, practically fucking himself on Atticus' wide probing tongue and suctioning lips, he felt Atticus' strong meaty callused hands wrap around his waist and tried pulling him down even tighter against his devouring mouth until Brock found himself fighting the urge to unleash his own pent up load.

Close to the edge of his own eminent orgasm, Brock yanked away from Attuicus' grip and rolled over beside him until they were face to face, Brock stared lustfully into eyes already glazed over with desire and ravenous passion: "How do you want it big guy, doggie style or missionary?"

Atticus stared blankly at him for moment before a big lecherous grin spread across his face: "Devil Dawg style of course" he growled, grabbing Brock by the waist and flipping him ass up and face down into the mattress effortlessly, before straddling his upturned hips, shoving a couple of pillows under him to help elevate his ass.

"I thought this was your first time country boy?" Brock giggled in between moans as Atticus rubbed his cock up and down the mounds of his ass, smearing the oozing precum from his dick to slick up his crack and hole.

"It is..." Atticus chuckled: "Doesn't mean I ain't ever watched porn tho" Brock felt Atticus plant the drooling head of his enormous cock against his ass lips and began rubbing the tip against it flooding it with his viscous dick dribble before slowly pushing forward, parting the slightly distended folds of his slit apart, stretching them taut against the shiny, lavender and pink hued knob: "Dayaaamn..." Atticus practically hissed through clenched teeth: "Your hole looks almost exactly like a fuckin' pussy!"

Brock smiled to himself despite the fact the bulbous apple sized cockhead of Atticus' prick was beginning to feel like it was going to split him in two, wincing more than a few times as he tried several times to push the massive flaring coronal ridge passed his sphincter: "I don't think he's gonna fit" Atticus moaned, leaning forward, placing his hands on the mattress on ether side of Brock's head as he moved into a push up position, adding more pressure with his hips and upper thighs.

Wincing and trying to will his hole to expand even more, Brock arched his ass back as hard as he could against the invading member, the both of them grunting from their combined efforts, Atticus noting it was like trying to cram a square peg into a round hole,

Frustrated, Atticus shoved his left arm under Brock's hips adding his arms strength in pulling Brock's hip upward while baring down even harder with his own hips.

Brock could feel the sweat pouring down his forehead as he strained to contain the mounting pain of Atticus invading member, his lips contorting into a pained grimace as Atticus suddenly jabbed forward and the ginormous throbbing glans popped passed his sphincter and skewered his anal cavity, filling it like a steel piston forced into the cylinder of an engines crankshaft, its massive girth tugging, stretching and expanding his rectal lining until it came to a jarring halt against the tighter recesses of his inner sphincter.

To Atticus, it felt like he was slipping on a to small latex glove then suddenly hitting a brick wall, believing he had found the end to Brock's rectal cavity.

Brock hissed in pain as the tip of Atticus schlong found the tight quarter sized inner sphincter and tried to push passed it into his lower bowel, but barely being able to expand it enough to take just the narrower part of the tip.

Atticus could feel it too, it felt like a tight rubber band squeezing the end of his prodigious cock before changing his tactic, pulling his invading member back a few inches and pushing it back inward.

For some time Atticus kept that up, seeming to be content with two thirds of his dick penetrating Brock's anal canal, enjoying the feel of it's delicate velvety tissue clinging to ever fraction of an inch of his burgeoning phallus.

From Brock's perspective it felt like Atticus' big schlong was sucking his guts out with each backward stroke as the lining of his hole clung to the thick intruder.

For Brock, the only pleasurable sensation was the rippling waves of stimulation he received as the massive glans raked across his prostate on each inward and outward stroke, the upside was the tight fit was consistently milking more and more of Atticus' precum to lubricate his slow pistoning dong causing less and less friction and abrading of his rectal lining, all of which he knew could only be adding to Atticus' stimulation and building climax.

Moments later, just as he thought it would, he felt a shift in Atticus' quickening pace, Brock knew he was seconds away from orgasm, the overly tight stimulation urging his cock to rapid release when he suddenly felt Atticus' muscles start to tense up, his strokes quickening and becoming more urgent and forceful and just as Brock was sure Atticus' plunging pecker was about to suck his guts out, he heard a deep roaring growl building in Atticus' chest, rumbling inexorably threw his throat and passed his gritting teeth.

Without preamble, Brock felt Atticus entire body slam against him with such force it made the wooden frame of the bed creak so loudly it sounded like it could splinter at any moment, the powerful momentum crushed him against the mattress when he suddenly felt a jolting pain shoot through the nape of his neck, realizing in one pain wracked instant, that Atticus had bit hard into the soft tissue of his neck, eliciting a nanosecond of surprised pain before changing into a shriek of anguish as Atticus' gargantuan phallus ripped through his inner sphincter and plunged tortuously into his lower bowels balls deep.

Brock struggled in agony to twist out from under Atticus, his hands beating furiously at his broad shoulders, his legs instinctively trying to push back against his hairy muscular ravager, to dislodge him from both his hole and tormented neck, all to no avail.

Atticus strength and ferocity over powered any possible resistance he could muster, his actions only serving to increase the intensity of Atticus orgasmic fury as his teeth tightened their hold, snarling and gnashing against his abraded flesh.

Brock could feel deep within his belly, poking tightly against his abdominal lining, well above his navel the throbbing, pulsating apple sized glans blasting his insides with copious amounts of thick viscous sperm and semen, he willed himself into stationary submission as Atticus' explosive climax squirted in one long continuous stream, there were no rocketing blast, no jabbing spurts just one unrelenting spouting flood, a fountaining expulsion of manly seed filling him with hot testicular lava and to Brock's unimaginable dismay, he felt his own cock begin to throb and and surge below him trapped between his belly and the mattress, feeling the hot sticky warmth of his own orgasm as it spewed from the tip of his confined cock.

Long after his own release, Brock could still feel the spurting phallus inside him deluging his entrails with the potency of Atticus' dauntless virility until what felt like minutes instead of seconds gave way to panting breaths snorting into his ear and the subsiding tenseness of Atticus' muscles as his large frame melted on top of his, their sweaty flesh slipping and sliding against each other.

He could feel the grip of Atticus' teeth as it lessened until finally pulling away to rest his panting lips against Brock's ear, his front teeth nibbling at his lobe: "Rule five, this is my pussy and I'm gonna fuck it until you can't walk anymore!"

Most of Saturday progressed as planned by Carl, he was especially happy that he had tentatively gotten Gavin's approval at his suggestion that he and Billy join them all at the compound for a few weeks of training and exercise with a focus on self defense; his participation of course hinged on his mothers approval but Gavin was certain that wouldn't be an issue, he had finished up his work for his uncle and though he had planned on still working there throughout the summer, he was sure he could get his uncle to agree to both him and Billy taking a few weeks away for a training course, after all, his work for his uncle did save the store a ton of moolah and Gavin was sure his uncle would see it that way too.

Carl held off going into to much detail, preferring to wait until he and Gavin had spent a little more time together and for them to be in a place that would grant them some degree of solitude without the distractions of day to day social interactions and interruptions.

The only slight discord of the day came not long after Timmy arrived and shortly thereafter offering his services in their efforts to ready the Donnelly household, making it presentable for their expectant Sunday guest.

Carl knew Max wanted everything to go as smooth as possible knowing full well the delicate nature of his intent at getting to the bottom of what he saw as a potentially problematic situation concerning Jason Dunne; like Max, Carl knew it was going to be a delicate conversation to approach with his mother and would require some equally delicate planning and timing on their part to address their concerns with her while simultaneously not upsetting either her or Jason; both agreed however, Jason had a right to know who he was and while optimistically hoping his mother would feel the same way, they were cautiously planning on alternative contingencies if it turned out to be otherwise.

Without giving it much thought, Carl decided to send Timmy to help JD and Jake, reasoning JD had already moved passed what they had shared and was himself per-occupied with his new relationship with Jason and wouldn't have a problem with Timmy pitching in to help with their work detail.

Part of Carl's intention was so he could spend more time getting to know Gavin, thinking their conversations would be far more productive if there wasn't the awkwardness of a third party, but as the day progressed and he and Gavin decided to take a small break and Gavin used the time to take drinks out to the guys working outside, Carl sat at the kitchen table, sipping a can of pop while casually observing the progress of the trio in the living room.

From the time he had gotten up that morning and made coffee for him and Max and shortly after receiving a message from Billy that he had Gavin were up and on their way over and as he was preparing breakfast for everyone, he had noted the faint smell of honey and freshly dug earth that now persisted through out the trailer, it was faint, but still there, it was later, after Gavin arrived that that scent had increased, but as he sat there now sipping his coke, the house literally reeked of it, but not only was there the scent of honey and earth it was now subsumed by sexually charge pheromones, most of which radiated from Timmy like light from a lamp.

Sitting there from his vantage point at the kitchen table, he watched in amusement the awkward interactions playing out before him between Timmy, Jake and a somewhat oblivious JD.

From the moment Timmy had arrived, Carl had noted the transformation in the golden haired youth; gone was the lumbersome naiveté, and shy, quiet demeanor he once had, Timmy had transformed into a far more confident, talkative and somewhat aggressive persona, barely recognizable to the youth he first met a little over a week ago.

He was bright, bubbly and a whole lot more self aware and confident; self aware in the fact he knew how he affected those of the Heritage around him and that sense of self awareness was now completely focused on Jake.

Carl couldn't help but practically giggle to himself as he watched what was quickly playing out like a comedy of errors.

Timmy was actually doing very little work, spending the bulk of his time trying to get and maintain Jake's attention; constantly touching his arms and shoulders, even being so bold as to place his hand on Jake's chest and letting it linger there as he fawned and flirted with him, complimenting him in anyway he could whether it was about his choice in jeans and how well they fit his body, or how big the muscles were in his arms, right down to the color of his eyes and the size of his hands.

For his part, Jake was obviously uncomfortable, he persistently tried to position himself between Timmy and JD, constantly trying to draw JD into the conversation and take Timmy's focus off of him; what made it even more amusing to Carl was the fact that JD barely noticed what was going on, whether he was doing it purposefully or not Carl couldn't tell, but Jake's frustration and the growing bulge in the front of his already overstuffed bluejeans was a testament to Timmy's unwanted intentions.

Carl let the scenario play out for awhile before he decided to intercede on Jake's behalf, sensing that despite Jake's hormonal attraction to Timmy's pheromonel emissions, he was desperately attempting to make sure JD didn't notice or think that he in any way was interested in anyone but him all while trying not to hurt Timmy's feelings.

"Timmy why don't you go out and give Max and the others a hand outside for awhile, I think Jake and JD can finish up without your further assistance," Carl mused from the kitchen table noting the quick nod from Jake and the silent "thank you" he mouthed from behind Timmy's back.

Without so much as a crack in his bubbly disposition, Timmy smiled, turned back to Jake and JD and stated "Later studs" and bounded off in the direction of the back door.

Timmy had no sooner cleared the back door, when JD turned to Carl, a big shit eating grin on his face and queried: "Did you really have to do that, I was really getting into watching Jake squirm for a change."

Carl could barely contain the chuckle threatening to escape his lips as JD turned back to the now red faced, wide eyed giant and jabbed his finger at his chest: "Guess now ya know how it feels huh!?"

Before Jake could stammer a response Gavin returned announcing loudly as he came through the back door: "Hey Carl, looks like we got a bunch of hungry guys outside wonderin' when they're gettin' some chow"

Gavin's return shifted the focus in the room as JD headed to frig and grabbed a coke, leaving a befuddled and somewhat crestfallen Jake staring after him.

Deciding that it was probably best to let what just transpired drop, Carl immediately sprung into action instructing JD to go focus his attention on the guest bathroom leaving Jake to finish up in the living room, while he and Gavin started lunch.

After whipping up a bunch of tuna melts and a shit load of pan fried potatoes and getting everyone fed, Carl and Gavin returned to cleaning up the mess and began preparations for the evening meal, marinating a bunch of ribs in BBQ sauce and shucking a bunch of fresh corn for grilling later.

The rest of the afternoon passed fairly uneventfully until Carl went outside to get the grill started for their evening meal and taking the opportunity to inspect the outside work.

Carl soon found Max and Billy cleaning up the yard equipment, stating they were done for the day and informing Carl everything on their to do list was completed. Carl couldn't help but notice the absence of both Timmy and Hank and asked Max where the other half of his help was.

Billy just chuckled as a broad grin spread across Max's face as his head nodded in the direction of the path that headed into the woods behind the far side of the trailer.

"Kiddo here was explaining earlier how there was a stream back up in the woods he and runt sometimes go skinny dipping in when it gets really hot and Hank decided to go check it out." Max sneered bemusedly, winking at Carl suggestively.

Carl just huffed: "And I suppose Timmy just wanted to see it too huh?"

Max smiled back at him, stating: "Boys will be boys ya know.." Pausing briefly before concluding: "It's not like you and I haven't done so many times."

Carl decided that it was probably best to let the conversation drop, especially knowing the direction it was heading by the looks Max was giving him and not particularly being comfortable having it in front of Billy, opting instead to check out the yard work before marking it off his list.

As the afternoon faded into early evening and Hank and Timmy made their reappearance, Carl had Max fire up the grill on the back patio and begin cooking the ribs and corncobs while Gavin helped him finish up the potato salad Billy had requested.

As JD joked around with his brother and Gavin in the kitchen, Carl couldn't help but notice the mood change in Jake as he now seemed to be doing his best not to be noticed while also obviously avoiding JD, even after they all moved outside to eat around the picnic table on the patio, he noticed Jake opted to take his food over to the five foot retaining wall across the patio to stand there absentmindedly picking at his food while staring contemplatively into the woods behind the trailer.

It would have been obvious to a blind man that his disposition had grown somber and withdrawn and as the evening progressed Max started shooting Carl quizzical looks, nodding his head in Jake's direction and Carl just shrugged his shoulders and nodded toward JD, who from Carl's perspective seemed a little to jovial and animated than usual, something Carl had noted over the years he did as a defensive mechanism to keep from having to face something that was troubling him.

It wasn't until Max kicked him under the table and stared him down that he realized Max was fully expecting him to do something about it; without even saying a word he could hear Max's voice in his head repeatedly echoing "the house and kids are your purview now."

Carl only paused for a second, bowing his head thoughtfully before looking back up into Max's bright blue eyes: "JD would you mind giving me a hand in the kitchen please" he heard himself say, trying to mask the seriousness of his thoughts as he stood and walked toward the back entrance with a quizzical looking JD in tow.

Still trying to gather his thoughts, Carl walked over to the kitchen table and unboxed the two apple pies he had bought at the base commissary the day before and began slicing them, silently formulating the way he would approach what needed to be said.

As he turned to face JD, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for the boy as he now stood there leaning against the frig his arms folded below his chest staring at the floor.

Gone was the boisterous happy go lucky facade he was presenting outside for the others, replaced by the confused and overwhelmed sixteen year old who now looked to have the weight of the world riding roughshod on his shoulders.

Waves of empathy washed over Carl as his first thoughts were to reach out to the boy and take him in his arms and comfort him, assure him everything was going to be okay, but Carl knew everything wasn't okay and JD, very shortly would be faced with some serious adult choices and decisions to make, far sooner than either Carl or Max had ever wished for him and no amount of wishful platitudes would make his harsh reality fade away.

Carl searched for the words that needed to be said, struggled with the way he knew he needed to present them, knowing full well the effect it would have on the already over burdened youth and as he steeled himself to speak, it was JD that ultimately broke the silence: "I know..." he stammered, the words thick and heavy on his lips: "I know Uncle Carl... I didn't mean to sound so harsh with him earlier, it's just that..."JD paused again, allowing only the briefest of glances up and into Carl's thoughtful green eyes.

The welling emotions within Carl finally moved him to speak, forcing him to finish JD's line of thought, not allowing JD to dismiss the feelings he knew the kid was struggling with: "You have feelings for him and it's confusing considering how you also feel about Jason?!" it was more of an observation than a question, Carl could see the conflicting emotions and desires battling within him.

JD didn't need to answer, nothing could have been more obvious in the way he pushed back against Jake earlier; if he didn't have feelings for Jake he wouldn't have grown so remorseful over the results his words now had on him.

JD and Jake were childhood friends, as close as Mike and Kent or Billy and Baxter; Jake was always the quiet one, always keenly attentive to ever word he said.

Carl and Max had noted numerous times how reserved and withdrawn Jake was most of the times, they knew how he struggled with his own self image, how it ate away at his confidence; but all of that would disappear when he was with JD, he would turn into this happy, laughing gregarious boy willing to tackle anything JD suggested, bolstered by JD's natural exuberance and unrelenting optimism.

Jake wasn't the only one who benefited from their youthful relationship, JD found in Jake what he lacked from the others, the enthusiastic acceptance and camaraderie that he didn't get from the older boys, with Jake he was seen as an equal despite his age or size, not the runt and annoying little brother who always felt he had to project a big attitude and persona to be noticed among those who were clearly more mature and developed than him.

Carl resisted the urge to touch JD, he knew such an act of tenderness could only offer a temporary false sense of comfort and he knew that what JD really needed was to face his problems, become accountable for his actions; time was too short as his previous choices drew to their inevitable conclusions.

"JD, please take what I'm going to say in the spirit that it is given..." Carl began, speaking low and steady, willing the timber of his voice to reflect the calm he now wished to impart: "Love is a wondrous thing, at it's inception it burns brightly and often blinds us to the world around us and can potentially cloud our judgements."

Carl could hear JD sigh, how he still avoided his gaze as his thoughts struggled with Carl's words: "Consider this, in just a few short weeks your life is going to change with the birth of your son..." Carl hesitated, knowing full well the path he was now potentially sending him on: "As confusing and extraordinary as Jason seems right now, as promising and hopeful as he may make you feel, you have to ask yourself, in such a short time, do you think he will be prepared for the journey you are about to take?"

Carl knew the weight of his words, could see them reflected in the boys troubled expressions as they pulled at his heart; but Carl also knew he needed to hear it: "Is it even fair to ask or expect him too?"

Carl wished he could say more, he wanted desperately to impart what Max and he suspected about Jason and the chaotic journey of self discovery they were about to put him on, but the underlying point still stood, compounded by the fact that Jason was going to be facing his own life changing events soon enough, couple that with JD's tumultuous future...

JD shot him a questioning look, and with a bit of defiance in his voice asked: "What does that have to do with Jake?"

Carl held firm, maintaining his calm composure, positing: "Do you really think that it's a coincidence that Jake is right here, right now, at this time and place, do you really think he came a week early just to attend your brothers birthday celebrations?"

He knew that Billy's birthday was more than just a celebration of his birth, but marked a potential milestone for all of them and that Jake would have attended regardless of what his own intentions toward JD were, but that fact altered nothing about why he was here now, at this moment.

It took a few mimutes, and Carl feared JD had missed his point entirely, but slowly watched as his words sank in and JD's eyes widened as they finally met his.

While JD pondered the implications of his words Carl decided to hammer the point home: "Think JD, remember all those times you spent together, do you really believe that the way he would act so differently when he was with you was just because you were friends?"

Carl could see that JD's mind was racing, flipping through and reliving all their youthful experiences together before finally asking the only question he could: "Why didn't he ever say anything?"

He held Carl's gaze, searching him for understanding, desperate for clarification: "Because he was sixteen and you were thirteen and was scared you wouldn't understand..." Carl hesitated again, not certain how JD would respond to his next statement: "Why do you think he's stayed away from you for the last three years?"

He couldn't resist any longer, the forlorn look that swept across JD's face moved him to action as he clasped JD's left shoulder in his right hand and squeezed it reassuringly, watched as JD's eyes welled up, his response barely a soft whisper: "I didn't know Uncle Carl...I...didn't..."

Carl smiled knowingly, giving him the only response he could: "Maybe you should have this conversation with the person who does know?"

JD turned his head and looked furtively at the back door, before once again locking eyes with Carl as he offered his final observation: "Sometimes the best path forward is the one least considered, it's just a matter of choosing which will bring you to the best destination for you."

A faint smile crossed JD's lips even though his brow still furrowed in contemplative consternation: "I get it Master Yoda, my emotions will be my downfall sort of thing huh?"

Carl laughed: "Yeah something like that kiddo."

JD nodded his head and turned toward the back door, looking back over his shoulder before departing, stating: "Ya coulda just started with that ya know, woulda saved a lot of time."