Devil Dawg Donnelly

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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!"

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.

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