Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2017 18:03:55 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 1: A New Start

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 1: A New Start
by Tripp Savidge


*   Scene 1   *
David Martinez

I closed the door behind me and cringed. I hated this place. I hated my
life. Each day had become a struggle. I considered my options and headed
for the living room. I opened the bag and set the salad and bottled water
on the coffee table before letting my body fall back into the couch. I
couldn't even find a place to eat without the memories haunting me.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and set it on the table before opening
my convenience mart salad. The height of fine cuisine - I laughed to
myself. Of all the days to miss the 12:05. I was now running an hour
later than planned. All because Mr. Claiborne couldn't write a standard
disclaimer. Oh well. I was also feeling a little out of sorts for missing
my workout. My new addiction since it happened. I worked out seven days a
week. The results were obvious, but that's not why I went to the gym.
Throwing myself into a hard workout was the one way I'd found to forget.

I ate the salad in silence. It was bland and tasteless, just like my
life. Fuck, maybe this was a mistake... Maybe I should just call Dean and
tell him I changed my mind. I'm too old for this.

My phone started buzzing and moving across the table. I grabbed it and
flipped it over. The first smile of the day crept across my face.

"Hello Dean."

"Hey buddy. Just checking in on ya. Are you on your way?"

"No. Problems at the office and I missed my train. Hey listen... I'm not
so sure this is a good idea..."

"Oh no you don't! You are not backing out now. You know how many strings
I pulled to set this up? Besides Kelly and I are looking forward to
seeing you... and you wouldn't want to disappoint the kids. They want to
see you."

"It's just... I don't know Dean... It would be such a big move, with so
much change. Maybe this is too soon. Tony gave me a huge lecture on how
stupid it was. And what if Jon doesn't like it?"

"Buddy. You got this. You said it was a dream job. Three interviews and
you've liked everything they said. You said you even liked all the folks
you talked to, right? And since when have you ever agreed with your older
brother?"

"Yeah. But maybe... I don't know. It just seems to be too good."

"What do you have to lose? This is the last interview. Besides you get to
visit me. What could be better? And let's be honest David, you owe me.
How many times have I come into the city for you? And who has yet to come
visit us? Don't ya love me anymore?"

"There ya go, playing the guilt card."

"Did it work?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Dean was my best friend in the world and had
been since high school. I owed him my life several times over. If it
weren't for him, I'd never have made it this far. He was there for me
when Megan was killed - pulled me out of the depths of depression, and
kept me from just ending it all several times.

"Maybe," I said.

"You'll regret it if you don't at least see it through. Don't want to
spend the rest of your life wondering what if?" Dean said.

What if? Yeah that was too close to home. Dean was one of my 'what ifs'.
One that I thought about more and more. I'm sure in my own deluded head I
was making more of it than it was, but it was a memory I still cherished
and took out and examined regularly. It was now ages ago - we were still
in high school. A summer trip with our friends, one of whom had managed
to snag some beer. We were a bit drunk, young, exuberant and having the
time of our lives. Dean and I had gone back to the cabin while the others
were still by the fire. I don't even remember how it happened, just that
all of a sudden we were in each other's arms and Dean kissed me.

At least as I remember it that ranked as the hottest most intense kiss in
my life. I swear sometimes I could still taste him and feel the press of
his lips against mine. How our bodies fit against each other - our
erections hard and wild - trapped between us. I even remember how good
his ass felt in my hands as I ground against him, with his tongue
exploring my mouth.

Sadly that was it. I often wondered what if the guys hadn't all stormed
in at that moment, what if we'd had time to take it further? They didn't
see anything and Dean and I never spoke of it again. Then I met Megan and
Dean found Kelly. We'd stayed best friends, talked almost every day, were
best man in each other's weddings, and god parents to each other's kids.
Dean was always there for me... always ready to pick me back up.

"Hey? Hey? Did I lose you David?"

"Sorry, just got distracted."

"All the more reason to come visit. You're spiraling down again aren't
you? I can hear it in your voice?"

"Dean... you sure this is a good idea?"

"That's it. You give me no choice buddy. I'm pulling out the big guns. I
WILL see you for dinner. Capiche?"

"Yeah, I hear you."

"Take care buddy, drive safe."

"Thanks Dean."

I set the phone down feeling a little better. Still not sure this was a
good idea but it would be nice spending the long weekend with Dean and
Kelly. I had just finished the salad and was trying to get motivated when
the phone buzzed.

"Hello," I said before I even checked to see who was calling.

"Dad?"

Damn him, he wasn't kidding - pulling out the big guns. Dean knew damn
well I could never say no to Jon. Other than Dean he was my only reason
to go on. "Hey Jon. Guessing Dean called you?"

"What's this about you backing out? Hell no Dad. You promised me you'd at
least try."

I took a deep breath. "Yeah I did. Sometimes it's all a bit
overwhelming."

"For me?"

Fuck, talk about playing tough. "Okay for you tiger."

"It might be just what we need Dad. A new job, new home, a whole new
start. Too many memories in that place. And it's no farther from school,
actually a little closer since I don't have to worry about traffic and
you know how I hate the trains. And it's not that much farther from Uncle
Bernie and Aunt Rachel."

"Yeah tiger. I'll give it a go. It will be nice seeing Dean and the kids.
I haven't visited since they moved to Bacchus Springs - they've always
come to see me."

"Uncle Dean says I'll love it. I trust him. Don't you?"

"Low ball Jon. You know I trust Dean with my life."

"Yup and that's why you're gonna do this. Cause if you don't there's
going to be some serious butt whooping."

"No way to talk to your dad."

"Sure it is - when he's being a git."

"I love you Jon."

"Love you Dad. Tell me all about it when you get home."


*   Scene 2   *
David Martinez

I looked around the town with a mix of surprise and curiosity. In some
ways it didn't look real - more like a Hollywood set of what a classic
small town 'should' look like. The snow made it picturesque with all the
clapboard buildings, Victorian painted ladies, and a huge park in the
center of town with a large white bandstand.

I was glad I'd put winter tires on the SUV given the heavy snow from
yesterday. Dean and Sally's house was only a couple blocks from downtown
according to the GPS. A beautiful Victorian house in shades of blue. I
paused out front wondering where to park. With all the snow, it didn't
appear safe to park on the street so I circled around and spotted the
alley that ran behind. Fortunately the house was easy to spot from the
back and there was more than enough space in the drive beside the garage.

I gathered my nerve and got out to grab my bag. I'd no sooner opened the
back hatch when I was engulfed in a tight hug.

"Damn I've missed you," Dean said as he tried to squeeze the life out of
me.

I managed to turn around and return the hug. He was a little shorter than
me and felt odd in his heavy coat, but he smelled like home.

"I missed you too."

"Come on. I'll help you in. Everyone's so excited you're here!"

They had a mudroom at the back door where we could strip of our boots and
jackets. I couldn't help but pause and admire my friend. I still thought
he was the most handsome man ever. A nice athletic build with light brown
hair and the most striking green eyes. Personally, I thought he could
have been a model with his looks. I realized I'd been staring and turned
to finish pulling off the coat.

"Damn. David Martinez could you get any more buff? Seriously buddy...
that body's going to get you in a mess of trouble."

"I doubt that," I laughed. "I'm a bit old to be stirring up any
interest."

"We gotta work on your self-esteem David. You are seriously fucked up.
You are in your prime and with that body... hell, they'll be lining up."

"Yeah, you're funny."

We walked into the kitchen and Kelly turned and gave me a big smile
before pulling me into a hug. "I swear you get more handsome every time I
see you!"

I saw Dean give me a shit eating grin over her shoulder with an 'I told
you so' look. "You're too kind Kelly."

"No and Dean's right, you're too hard on yourself."

I gave him a smile and looked around. The kitchen was homey and smelled
wonderful. I did a double take on Kelly though, she was in a shirtwaist
dress with an apron and pearls. What gives? I wondered. She looked like
she stepped out of 50's sitcom. Even her hair, perfectly coiffed in that
old, flip under style. Not that it didn't look good - just out of place.

I heard the footsteps before Ethan and Emma stormed into the room.

"Uncle David!" they cried in unison before I found myself pinned in a
group hug.

"Well goodness look at you two! All grown up, but not too old for hugs."

"Guess you need to visit more often," Emma accused.

Damn but she had filled out. No longer a little girl for sure - bet she's
popular with the boys. A curvy figure, big boobs and long golden blond
hair. And then there was Ethan, starting to look more like his dad. He
had the same stunning green eyes and his hair was lighter but there was
enough to remind me of the Dean I'd first met years ago. Ethan was still
boyish but starting to turn the corner.

Dinner was entertaining and it wasn't long before I found myself in one
of the big leather chairs in Dean's 'den', with a glass of wine in hand.

"You two get caught up and enjoy yourselves," Kelly said as she slid the
doors closed.

"Drive go okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, no problems."

"Thanks for giving it a try. I really think you'd like it here and I
would love having you closer. Kelly's convinced you'll never give up the
big city life. I think she's wrong."

"Well, let's see how the meeting goes. It's tomorrow afternoon, right?"

"Yup, four o'clock at the Bacchus estate."

"Seems a bit odd. You're sure this isn't a problem?"

"Yes I'm sure. Bacchus suggested it himself. Don't worry I'll go along to
make sure you find the place."

"I hope you didn't pull too many strings or make any wild-ass promises."

"You worry too much. But you'll stay through Monday? I'd really like to
show you a few houses, just in case."

"Already have this planned out?"

"You bet I do. Once I've got you hooked, I'm gonna reel you in."

I gave him a smile and again marveled at how handsome he was - especially
with that grin and those dimples. Yeah... what if?

"Tomorrow I'll show you around town. Hope you don't mind but I also got
you an appointment for a trim. Thought you'd want to look your best."

I ran my hand through my hair. Guess it had been a while but I didn't
think it looked that bad. Maybe a little out of date.

"Quit it David. I know what you're thinking. The guy in town is amazing
and works miracles. Look at me! I should warn you in advance though he's
a bit of a... well... oddity."

As far as I was concerned Dean didn't need any miracles but with a second
look, the cut of hair really did set off his face nicely. "Oddity how?"

"He's very gay. But before you picture a gay stylist stereotype, that he
is definitely not."

"Okay, so are you gonna tell me?"

"Hell no. Where would the fun be in that?"

I gave him the evil eye before I burst out laughing. No one got to me
like Dean. He always seemed to know exactly what to say.

"So I'd think small town like this, being gay might be a one way ticket
out."

"Here? Hell no. Bacchus Springs is pretty progressive. They don't care if
you're gay, lesbian, pan-sexual... hell they don't care if you let your
dog fuck you."

I coughed my wine out though my nose and took a minute of sputtering to
get control.

"No seriously David. We're very accepting, except for getting all preachy
or judgmental. Bullying and harassment are also a big no-no. That shit
will get you taken down hard."

Okay... well that sure is different. I took another sip of the wine now
that my coughing fit was over and felt it slide down my throat, warming
my body as it went. "This is really good. Different but I'm not sure
how."

"It's a local. Our winery puts out several varieties, sort of our
specialty export. Once Spring arrives I'll take you out for a tour. It's
beautiful. They also have a good restaurant, gardens, and do concerts in
nice weather."

The memory of the kiss came back as Dean spoke. I watched his lips move,
noticing how soft they looked. They were glistening in the low light from
the wine and I wondered what they'd taste like. Would they feel like they
did in my memory? Or maybe as we'd both matured, they'd be even better.

"... a bakery, the hardware store and a few other places to meet the
locals and get a sense of the town and the people. Sunday evening we have
reservations for Dion's, it's the restaurant at the Resort and Spa.
That's why I needed to make sure you brought the suit and tie. You don't
need them for the interview but Dion's has a dress code."

I wondered briefly what I might have missed, but I was feeling good and
wasn't sure I cared. If it was important Dean would tell me again.

"After you meet with Bacchus we'll decide if you want to check out some
houses. I have the realtor on stand-by. Told him I'd call and confirm
Saturday night. Hey, you in there buddy?"

"Yeah. Just feeling real relaxed. Think the drive and all the snow and
concentration took it out of me. You keep calling him Bacchus. Shouldn't
it be Mr. Bacchus or something?"

"No. You'll understand once you meet him. You'll hear some folks call him
Lord Bacchus but most just call him Bacchus. Hey, why don't we get you
settled? You have your own room but hope you don't mind sharing the bath
with Ethan. We decided Emma needed the room with its own bath. While it
would have made a nice guest room, I don't think she and Ethan could have
shared."


*   Scene 3   *
David Martinez

The bed felt wonderful. I didn't realize how tired I was until I was
between the sheets. I knew I'd fall asleep quickly. It was nice being in
a home full of life. Not like mine at all.

The dream felt so real. I felt a cool draft on my body, the tickle of
hair, someone's warm breath then I felt a warm wet mouth take my cock in.
I wanted to open my eyes, but couldn't quite muster up the strength. I
enjoyed the sensation... it had been so long since I'd been touched and
even longer since I'd had a blowjob. I was going to enjoy this dream.

The mouth pulled away... I felt the brush of silk, the warmth of flesh,
the heat of a body.

I heard the whispers.

"You are so incredibly sexy. Your cock is so big and thick. It's going to
feel so good inside me."

Oh Megan I missed you... I felt the heat and knew she'd be mounting me
soon. Then it hit me and I sat up in surprise.

"What the fuck?" I gasped.

Just then the door swung open and Dean burst into the room, the light
from the hallway spilling in and showing that Emma was about to mount me.

"Emma! Your room now!" Dean shouted.

"Oh my God Dean... it wasn't... I swear... I'd never!" I felt a panic
attack coming on. Shit I hadn't had one in months. I started
hyperventilating. I'd messed everything up, Dean would hate me.

"Shhhhh, shhhhh, it's okay David. You didn't do anything. I know you
wouldn't. Deep breaths."

I gasped into Dean's shoulder so scared that I'd fucked things up. He
held me and rubbed my back. I hated these attacks. I was a grown man.
Grown men didn't behave this way!

"I'm so sorry buddy. I had no idea she'd try and rush things or I'd have
told you to lock the door. It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong.
Relax. Deep breaths. It's time to sleep. It was just a nightmare."

I felt him push me back into the pillows. The look in his eyes... those
beautiful eyes. I felt his lips kiss my forehead and then all was good.

I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. The bed felt wonderful all
snuggled into the fluffy comforter. But that smell... I stretched and
braved the cold to make it to the bathroom to begin my adventure.

I was feeling pretty good, maybe even hopeful when I found Kelly and Dean
in the kitchen. They put a plate of food in front of me almost
immediately and I just sat back and inhaled. It looked wonderful.

"You sleep okay David?" Kelly asked.

"A really strange nightmare but otherwise real well, thanks."

Dean gave me a smile and squeezed my shoulder as he walked by to refill
his mug. "So first up is a tour of the town. Have you done any research
yet?"

"No, sorry."

"Not a problem. It's harder to tell in the winter but Bacchus Springs is
a resort town as well. Not only do we have the big hotel and spa, but we
have the lake, campgrounds, cabins, trails for hiking and biking, and of
course the hot springs and mineral springs. Winter is quieter, though the
cabins still book up."

"Is there a health club or is that too much to ask?"

"You're in luck. We had one that was rather sad and out of date but a new
owner took over several months back and totally renovated. Even I have to
say it's pretty posh. Sauna, steam room, whirlpools, a full weight room
as well as brand new fitness equipment and cardio."

"Still don't think it's right that it's men only. Really? In this day and
age," Kelly said from the sink as she washed dishes.

"Nearby?"

"You've got to drive so not in walking distance but believe me, it's
worth it. The original was in a converted gas station and repair shop.
The new guy built on to the back, more than tripling the size. It's
called 'Mufflers', in homage to the original station."

"Can we check it out?"

"Absolutely."

"Dean, if you decide to get lunch out, you ought to take him out to
Duncan's. I know it looks like a dive but it's such a local favorite,"
Kelly suggested.

"Duncan's? That sounds familiar."

"If you took the interstate, it's right off the exit. It's a truck stop
but Duncan runs the restaurant. Best fried chicken in town and their
tenders... out of this world,"

Soon it was time for my appointment. It was close enough that Dean and I
walked into town. It wasn't warm enough to melt the snow but it was a
bright clear day and a pleasant stroll. The shop looked like an old
fashioned barbershop from the outside, including the striped, twirling
barber pole.

When we stepped inside it was a whole different story. Ultra-modern and
worthy of any fifth avenue salon.

"Dean is that you?" A deep baritone voice called out from the back.

"Yeah Joe. Got a new victim for ya," Dean called back.

"Well, well what do we have?" The man walking out of the back room was
most definitely not what I expected. On a Harley, in a biker bar, maybe a
tattoo parlor... but a hair salon? He was huge. A bear of a guy with
bulging muscles, tattoos, piercings, and the most perfectly styled,
sculpted, and highlighted pseudo Mohawk I'd ever seen.

"Thank you for fitting me in Joe," I said extending a hand.

"Fuck me to hell and back if you aren't the most fuck-a-licious piece of
manhood to grace my shop. Damn, turn around boy. Let me see the booty."

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I held up my arms and turned
around.

"Shit Dean, I may need to stroke one out before we start. I'm going to be
jacking to this pretty boy for weeks!"

Dean laughed and slapped me on the back, then tousled my hair. "Think you
can do anything with this mop?"

Joe walked up and circled me, running his fingers though my hair. It was
somehow erotic and intimate the way he did it.

"Who did this to you?"

"Pardon?"

"I'll assume you were tied down and drugged. Not that I don't recommend
that for other things. But never, ever when someone is touching your
hair. The butcher who did this cut should be taken out and shot. And such
glorious hair. You could be a hair model you know..."

Dean gave me a shrug as Joe beckoned me back to the sinks.

"In the chair pretty boy. We'll see what we can do. First thing I need
from you is a promise that until this is fixed, no one, and I mean no one
else comes near you with scissors. Agreed?"

"Uhm... sure."

"Good. It may take a few months but we'll have you drool worthy in time
for summer. Oh damn but this hair is as good as sex. Okay... not quite
but it will be. What do you think Dean? I'm thinking we start out with
long on top then work up to a nice shoulder length. He's got the
thickness and waves to pull it off."

"Joe, I'm a lawyer... uhm... that requires that I look... you know...
business like and respectable."

"You setting up practice on your own or working for someone in town?" Joe
asked.

"Don't know yet. I'm interviewing with Bacchus Industries. But they
haven't offered me the job so not even sure I'm moving here."

Joe snorted and turned to Dean. "Bacchus seen this beefcake yet?"

"No, that's why he's here. The interview is this afternoon."

"Trust me bub, the hair will be long and don't be surprised if boss man
doesn't make it a job requirement." He reached over me and began
lathering my hair and massaging my scalp. His big pecs were in my face.
The nipple piercings this close up were very distracting. His pecs were
huge and the nipples were the largest I'd seen on a guy. But perhaps that
was in part due to the huge hoops and how tight his shirt was. I was
pretty relaxed and enjoyed how good he smelled.

An hour later he was done. I'd never felt so pampered or fussed over and
as I looked in the mirror I didn't recognize the guy staring back. I
looked at least ten years younger. And while I'd always liked my hair -
it never had looked this good. Silky and shiny and even the few gray
strands I'd seen were gone. Just deep rich chestnut brown. In dim light
it would be black.

"Damn buddy, you look... awesome." Dean said setting his magazine aside
and walking up beside me.

"Not as good as you, but thanks."

I saw Joe give Dean a strange look and then a grin lit his face. "Better
be careful Dean..."

I wondered what that was about, especially when I saw how red Dean's face
got when he looked away.

"Well? What did you think?" Dean asked as we walked along the street.

"I liked him. Gotta say that was almost erotic."

"Almost? He's gifted David. He'll take real good care of you. Think what
he could do with Jon."

I snorted. "Jon doesn't need to be any more attractive. If he ever
realizes how good looking he is there will be no living with him."

"He looks like you David," Dean said in a quiet voice as he looked away.

"Nah, he got the looks from Megan."

"Please don't put yourself down David. He's the spitting image of you.
Megan was 5'2" blond and pale. Jon is 6'2" with your Mediterranean olive
skin, same dark hair, dark brown eyes and drop deal smile."

I felt my face flush. Dean thought I was attractive? I'd have never
guessed. I also felt embarrassed for some reason. "Sorry Dean... and
thanks."

"What? You thought Joe was just teasing you?"

We stopped and face each other. I was a little taken aback by the
expression on Dean's face. He was pissed.

"I guess."

"He wasn't kidding and I'm not either. You are an extremely handsome
man."

"Thank you." It felt inadequate but I didn't know how else to respond.

Dean took me on a tour of several of the downtown shops, a custom
clothier, jeweler, antique shop, butcher shop, and the massive hardware.
The only thing I found noteworthy was that they were all staffed by some
of the most handsome men I'd ever seen. So any chance I thought I might
have had at attracting a new girl in my life was quickly dispelled. I was
pretty sure they'd all be taken - it was a small town after all.

"Why don't we go pick up my car and head out for lunch. We can come back
into town for dessert. You've got to see the bakery. It's one of my
favorite spots."

The truck stop was pretty much like every other truck stop I'd seen. The
smell of coffee permeated the air and it was noisy with all the chatter.
Dean got us a booth and we had a surprisingly good meal.

"Dean, can you point me to the restrooms?"

He got a strange look on his face but then it passed. "Yeah, just past
the cashier. There is a neon sign, you can't miss it. But David - when
you go in there's a door on the left and the right. Go to the one on the
right."

"Sure." Okay that's weird but whatever. I went through the door and just
as he said, there were two doors. Unfortunately, the one on the right was
closed for cleaning. Oh well, I just gotta piss. Can't be that bad.

When I first walked in I was thinking - hey normal trucker restroom. Then
as I walked up to the trough. I heard the sounds. Sounds of sex, wet
sounds, flesh sounds, moaning. I noticed in the mirror that most the
stalls were full and when I looked underneath, I felt a little strange -
the occupied stalls had more than one set of feet. I was a little
disconcerted that I'd started to chub up. I managed to get the growing
erection tucked in and I zipped back up. Then out of the corner of my
eye, I noticed one of the stalls on the end near the wall was open. I
looked in and blushed, there was a glory hole through the wall, as well
one as into the next stall. Even worse was the hand with a crooked finger
sticking out of the wall, inviting me in. I hurried to the door and back
out. Thank god the other restroom was now open.

I nervously stepped inside. At first glance it was identical. But most of
the stall doors were open and it was blissfully quiet. I scolded myself
when my mind wandered and began wondering what it might have felt like to
let some anonymous person go down on me. I shook my head and tried to
think of something else. I was rock hard but still managed to relieve
myself and take care of business before I returned to the table. Dean was
giving me a nervous look. He must know, that's why he didn't want me
going in there. Well, given that he warned me we'll just pretend it never
happened.

On the way back into town, we stopped at Mufflers. I was glad Dean was
driving - with the heavy blowing snow I hadn't even seen the sign. It was
everything Dean had described and more. I'd have no problems adjusting to
working out there. The guy who showed us around was a body builder and
seemed to know his shit. It even boosted my pride a bit given how he
fussed over me and what I'd accomplished with my routines.

Only down-side was we didn't get to meet the owner, Brad Donaldson. He'd
stepped out for a late lunch. Dean said he was a great guy and thought
we'd hit it off.

Back in town Dean was guiding me to his favorite place, Sinful Delights,
the bakery. From what they had displayed in the large windows my mouth
was already watering before we stepped inside. The shop smelled as
wonderful as you'd expect - sweet and decadent.

"Welcome to Sinful Delights!" a woman's voice called out.

Then I saw her, my definition of old-world grandma, round and plump with
her gray hair pulled up in a bun, big ruffled apron, a sweet smile and
tiny glasses perched on her button nose.

"Hey Bella, got a new guy for you. His first visit," Dean said.

"Oh goodness. Well look at you... give an old woman flutters you would.
Let me get Ronnie, need to do this right." Bella stepped through the
swinging doors into the back room.

I could hear the muffled sounds of conversation but couldn't pick up the
words then the door swung open and a man resembling Bella, but much
younger, stepped up to the counter. At first thought I would have said
fat - but oddly he appeared firm, not flabby. Like he was just built
thick and round. His pecs were a little more like man-boobs and were big
enough he could probably wear a bra. His hair was dark and cut short.

"Welcome, I'm Ronnie. Mama said this is your first visit. You passing
through or moving in."

"Well I for one am hoping he'll move here. He's interviewing with
Bacchus," Dean supplied.

"Ha, moving here it is. Let me get a look at you and think what's
best..."

"Ronnie has this gift. He can tell just by looking at you what your
favorite will be. And no second guessing him. Try it and then tell me it
isn't the best thing ever," Dean explained.

I looked at all of the pastries, cakes, cupcakes, and confections and
couldn't imagine how he'd know. I didn't even know. There was one cupcake
prominently featured under a glass dome on top. I big gourmet cupcake in
pinks and whites with a marzipan pink pig on top.

"No, that one's not for you. I can tell that already. But you're a tough
one, there are several that might work. Haven't been here long have you?"

"No, just got in yesterday."

"That explains it. Still... yeah... I'm pretty sure but once you move in
officially you come back in and I'll have another go. Here, try this
one." Ronnie reached in the case and pulled out what appeared to be a
chocolate cupcake with crystal sprinkles.

"Really Ronnie?" Dean asked as Ronnie pulled out a second of the same and
handed it to him.

"Pretty sure. Let's see what he thinks when he takes his first bite."

"You're not going to tell me what it is? Looks chocolate."

"Not until you've tried it," Ronnie said.

I grabbed a napkin and took a bite, trying to get cupcake as well as the
icing. Oh, fuck, that is so good. If food can be orgasmic, this was it.
It had some serious heat and damn if it didn't feel like it was exploding
in my mouth.

"Think you hit it Ronnie or David just orgasmed in his pants," Dean said
with a laugh.

"That Mr. David is a dark chocolate cake, infused with habanero pepper
sauce, there's just a tiny dollop of vanilla cream in the center and the
frosting is buttercream milk chocolate with a sprinkling of pop rocks.
Rich, decadent orgasm with a bit of fire."

"Amazing," was all I managed to get out. I saw Dean bite into his own and
the expression on his face reminded me so much of the look I remembered
from when we'd kissed that I boned up immediately.


*   Scene 4   *
David Martinez

"I'm nervous."

"Don't be, you'll do just fine."

"This guy must be pretty loaded." We were still on the approach drive
after passing through the large gates. I could see the large stone
mansion, but we had a ways to go before we'd arrive. I rubbed my hands on
my slacks. Dean had assured me that a suit would be too much but I felt
underdressed. I'd opted for dress slacks, dress shirt and a coordinating
vest and tie. I liked how the vest accentuated my new physique.

We pulled up to what Dean called the porte cochere. I stepped out and
waited while he parked his car. We didn't even get the chance to ring the
bell before the door opened and a young man ushered us in.

"Welcome. You must be Mr. Martinez. Dean, good to see you again." The
young man was handsome and dressed similarly to me. Dark slacks, dress
shirt and a dark vest.

"Hello Matthew. We're a few minutes early for our appointment."

"Not a problem, you can wait in the study until Father is ready," Matthew
responded. He led us through the house and through a large set of double
doors into a beautiful wood paneled room with a large desk, fireplace and
leather seating area.

"Please have a seat, he'll be with you shortly," Mathew said.

"Loaded."

"Impressive isn't it?" Dean said looking around the room.

"Yeah. I take it Matthew is his son?"

"Not really. It's sort of hard to explain. There are a number of people
who live here and assist Bacchus. They all tend to refer to him as
Father. It will make more sense once you've been around him a while."

The door opened and a beautiful young Indian woman stepped in carrying a
tray with a carafe and glasses.

"Hello Chetana. It is good to see you again," Dean said.

"Dean. It has been a while. Matthew was very pleased that you came with
Mr. Martinez though I know Sin will be very disappointed that he missed
you."

I saw Dean's face turn red as he tried to hide the reaction from me. I
wondered what this all meant but before I could pursue, the door opened
again and Matthew had returned.

"Dean, would you mind joining me? Bacchus wanted to speak with Mr.
Martinez alone."

I watched as Chetana exited and Dean began to follow. What I couldn't
miss was Matthew's hand very possessively sliding over Dean's ass and
ending right in his crack with his fingers pushed firmly between his legs
as if he'd lift him off the ground.

I was just managing to get myself calmed down when the door opened yet
again. Chetana returned along with another man, followed by a huge
Doberman. The man who walked through the door was nothing short of
stunning. Hollywood action star stunning. He was big and muscled with
shoulder length hair and a thick trimmed beard. One of those guys who'd
spend most of the movie with no shirt just so they could show off. He
also made me feel a little overdressed. He was wearing tight, very tight,
low-rise jeans and an untucked button down shirt with bare feet.

"Mr. Martinez so good to meet you," the man said extending his hand. "May
I call you David?"

"It's a pleasure sir and certainly. What may I call you?" His grip was
warm and firm but there was something else... a sense that made my knees
a little weak and my breath quicken.

"For now Bacchus. We may think of other things later," he said with a
laugh. "Goodness, look at you. Your online pictures do not do you
justice. Where is your family from?"

The large dog was sniffing me real up close and personal-like and I
couldn't help but notice he was more than a little happy.

"Brutus, no! This one is not for you. Go find Blaze," Bacchus ordered.

I watched as Brutus trotted off to the door Chetana held open for him.

"Uhm... yeah. Thank you sir. I was born and raised in New York as were my
parents. My grandparents on my father's side came from Barcelona."

"I thought so. My part of the world. You have the Mediterranean look."

"I've been told I take after my grandfather."

"Please sit down." He directed me to the couch and sat in a chair
opposite. "My people are very impressed David. Your credentials and
reputation are impeccable."

"Thank you sir."

Chetana filled the goblets from the decanter and handed one to each of us
before taking a seat near the door.

"Anything so far in your discoveries giving you concerns?"

"No sir. But I must say Bacchus Industries has been very difficult to
research. While I'm sure it is intentional, it makes it tough on helping
me prepare. All I've been able to discover is that Bacchus Industries
falls under Olympus Holdings and what businesses have been licensed." I
tried to watch for a reaction as I sipped the wine.

"Well you've found more than most. And so you know, I own Olympus
Holdings as well. If you end up taking the job you'll be doing legal work
for that entity as well. I've found that discretion and privacy are
important in today's world."

"I agree." The wine was good and helped calm my nerves a bit.

"I should tell you we've checked you out pretty thoroughly. And let me
say how sorry I am about your late wife."

"Thank you." I felt the chills and tried to count my breaths. I'm sure he
also found out about the PTSD and my panic attacks. No reason to hide it.
Maybe if I just own up and lay it out there. "I'm still recovering you
might say."

"Not surprising. I don't think you could be human and not affected. I
only know what was reported. I'm sure the reality was worse."

I steeled myself to tell the story. "It was. My wife, Megan, had come
into the city to meet me for lunch. I was just walking her back to the
subway when we happened on a jewelry store robbery in progress. We were
caught in the cross fire and even as I tried to protect her with my body,
one of the shots killed her instantly. She died in my arms."

"Weren't you shot as well?"

"Yes, as I was lowering Megan to the ground. I woke up in the hospital."

"It is still raw for you. I can feel it."

"Yeah. Some days are better than others. That's one of the main reasons
I'm ready for a change."

Bacchus set his glass on the side table, stood, and came over to the
couch and sat beside me. He leaned in close enough I could feel the heat
from his body. I wasn't sure what he was doing but the look he gave me
was of concern and passion.

"Let me..." Bacchus reached out and put his hand to my cheek.

I thought I might swoon. His hand was so incredibly warm and gentle and a
tingle coursed through my body. I stared into his eyes, deep brown with
beautiful flecks of gold.

"Show me the memory..." Bacchus whispered.

I thought about that day and the shooting and felt somewhat disconnected
as it turned to sparkling dust and faded. It was there, but just the
faintest shadow.

"Good, that's the way. Let it go. It is not a good or healthy memory and
is weighing on you. What is your favorite memory? One that you cherish?"

I felt the heat build in my face as the memory of Dean came to life,
maybe I should think of when Jon was born. No, the memory of Dean was
still my favorite. It was sharper and more vivid than I had ever
remembered. I wondered if Bacchus could see it. Would he judge me? Think
less of me?

Bacchus smiled and his eyes glowed. "That is a perfect memory David. It
tells me so much." After a moment he pulled his hand away and returned to
his chair. "I don't think you'll have any more panic attacks."

"Pardon?"

"I am concerned though. You are not being true to yourself."

"I try to be." I really thought I was and wondered what he meant.

"You try to be everything to everyone. Except yourself. You may think
this self-serving but taking this job, moving here, and starting over
would be very good for you."

"Not to be impertinent but a job hasn't been offered."

Bacchus laughed. "Right you are. But now that I've met you... some
changes to what I was thinking. Yes, definitely. Please excuse me a
moment."

He walked over to where Chetana sat quietly and spoke in hushed tones.
When they finished she exited, pulling the door closed behind her.

"We'll draw up new paperwork before you leave. I know you'll want time to
read the offer in detail but I hope you may come to a decision before you
leave on Monday."

I startled, wondering how he knew when I was planning to leave but then
realized that Dean must have told him. "I'll do my best."

"I want to cover a couple points that may not have been clear in the
prior interviews. While we will be bringing you on as an employee I'd
like you to keep a private office as well. We don't have any other
attorneys in town and your services are needed. We'll work out a fee
schedule so people don't take you for granted and between us we'll
consider it part of your 'responsibilities.' I'm thinking perhaps keeping
office hours two to three days a week and the rest of the time you come
into our office."

"Okay. Would you arrange for an office or would I cover that out of my
salary?"

"We would obviously cover any associated expenses but can work that out.
I also want to make sure you understand that you will be quite visible as
one of my senior people. That means you will need to be involved in the
business community and in philanthropic activities representing me.
Needless to say you will often be working with me directly."

"That sounds reasonable." I was feeling really warm and worried a little
that my last words were slurred. I was also starting to feel very aroused
and that freaked me out a little. Bacchus was obviously male and I didn't
think I...

"Stand up David," Bacchus said holding out his hand.

I didn't even see him move... but he was there, right in front of me. I
held out my hand and felt my body quiver as he pulled me to my feet. I
was too close... I should step away. Then his hand was behind my head,
holding me, drawing me closer. I looked up. He had the most amazing
glowing eyes. He leaned in and I felt his hot, soft lips brush against
mine. I moaned. An amazing heat coursed through my body.

"Yes David. You most definitely belong with me. Kiss me David. Show me
that passion you've buried so deep inside."

Part of me said I shouldn't do this, but my body moved anyway. I opened
my lips to him, let our tongues war and I wrapped my arms around him and
pulled him tightly against me. I kissed him like my life depended on it.
I would have let him do anything he wanted if he'd just touch me.

"Ohhhhh, yes. Maybe you should sit down now." Bacchus helped me back onto
the couch. "Please... finish the wine."

I didn't want to stop kissing him. But picked up the goblet taking a sip,
watching him.

"You may be feeling a little strange right now. I promise it's quite
normal and will pass. I'm afraid you don't really have a choice about
accepting the job."

"If it's what you want." I wanted to make him happy no matter what it
took.

"It is. You'll still want to read through the offer and note any changes
we need to make to the contract. That is your specialty after all. As I
was saying. You'll feel odd for a bit and over the next few weeks may
notice some changes. You may find your attitudes changing, find yourself
enjoying or attracted to new experiences. If it gets to be too much call
me. I'll make sure you have my number before you leave and will probably
have my people checking in on you until you move."

"Okay." I heard him. I knew what he was saying. But it was very hard not
to just stare at him. He was so handsome. I wondered what he looked like
under his tight jeans and button down shirt. From what I could see it
would be amazing. I thought maybe I needed to remind myself I wasn't
gay...

"So tell me about your family David."

"What do you want to know?"

"I understand you have a son. Tell me all about him and I believe you
have brothers as well."

"My older brother is Antonio he's in one of those government jobs he's
not allowed to talk about. He's divorced with one son who lives out in
L.A. My younger brother is Bernardo, he's married to Casey and has two
boys. I also have a sister-in-law. Debbie is Megan's sister, she's
widowed with one son. My son is Jon, he's a freshman at State."

"That's not what I was asking David. Tell me about Jon. Do you find him
attractive?"

"He's gorgeous. I love him more than anything. You'd like him. He's very
smart, kind, and generous. He likes making other people smile. He watches
out for me. Jon and Dean saved me. I'd do anything for him."

"Jon looks like you?"

"Dean says so. I guess... yeah. Or what I looked like at nineteen. I
think he's even more handsome."

"He'll move here with you?"

"That's our plan. He's in college, but he'd be here the rest of the year
until he graduates." I hadn't drunk that much wine. What was wrong with
me? I felt like I was babbling and had to think really hard to get the
words to come out right.

"It's getting hard to speak isn't it?"

"Yeah," I said with relief.

"I think we should consummate our new partnership."

"Haven't agreed yet... need to read..."

Bacchus was standing again. He reached down and cupped my chin. "You're
already mine David. Can't you feel it?"

"Want to be yours..." I whispered. His touch felt amazing. It was like he
could see all my secrets, knew everything but still wanted me.

"I need to get something, but while I do. Please take off your clothes."

"Shouldn't..." This was an interview. Somehow taking off my clothes
seemed wrong. And in front of another man? I should object, say no... but
I didn't want to...

I unfastened my tie and began carefully undressing. Folding my things
neatly as I removed them. I heard the door and looked up to see Chetana
enter the room. She had something in her hands.

"I have the updated documents Father," Chetana said.

"Thank you pet." Bacchus pulled her to him and kissed her, before
returning to his desk.

"You decided to take him early? He has 'the look.'" Chetana said.

"Yes. My magic is already at work, breaking down the layers and layers of
denial and rationalization, pulling down the walls he's built around
himself. Probably the most I've seen in years."

"Will it work?" Chetana asked as she blatantly watched me undress.

"Of course. The core memory I found was like a breach that went through
every shield. It added a new twist but in the long run it works out
perfectly."

"How are you going to keep Dean away?" Chetana asked and my ears perked
up.

Dean? Why would they keep Dean away? That didn't sound good.

"I've made it very clear that David is off limits until after his
initiation. He'd hide him away, keeping him to himself and not sharing. A
man as beautiful as that was meant to be shared. We'll have to watch him
closely. It's best he not know what I found."

I turned to watch Bacchus, wondering what he'd found and what all this
meant. Part of me knew I should be embarrassed, standing totally nude in
my new boss's office, throwing an almost painful boner.

"What was it?" Chetana asked.

"You must keep it to yourself my pet. It would be cruel if Dean found out
before the initiation. Our handsome man doesn't even realize it himself.
He's already madly in love with our Dean. But if we initiate him before
he consummates with Dean, he'll never give up the others - no matter how
much he loves Dean." Bacchus stood and had a gleaming silver collar in
his hand.

"True mates then?"

"They will be. That's why we must be careful with the order of things.
I've already agreed that Dean can claim him - 'if' he does as he's told."

True mates? I'm in love with Dean? Well I mean... I know I love Dean but
to "love" Dean? I was feeling really confused.

"Since he'll be one of my servants do you think I need to make any
changes?" Bacchus asked.

I watched his magnificent body as he approached me, the muscles rippling
underneath his clothing, the thick full bulge, his length making itself
apparent as it extended down his leg. My mouth watered and my body
clenched.

Chetana circled me like I was a prize stallion at auction. "I wouldn't. I
think he's magnificent. His cock sure doesn't need to be any larger."

"I agree. I'll clean up the body hair a bit maybe take a few years off.
What do you think... take him to about 30 to 35?"

"I don't know, he's pretty irresistible now." Chetana answered.

"But we have so many 'mature' daddy types already."

What was Bacchus talking about? How could he change my age? I felt like
my mind was fighting through a thick fog. I felt that heat flow through
me again and was a little woozy.

"Oh Bacchus! You may have to protect him." Chetana cooed.

I felt her hands running over my back, across my ass and around my body.

"If you want him you'll need to get your hooks into him soon. By the time
he returns he won't be nearly as attracted to you, Sin on the other
hand..."

"He could resist my power?" Chetana asked.

"No my sweet Satyr. No one can resist your magic but you wouldn't need it
today and if you take him now, he'll always come to your bed willingly.
If you wait, you'll have to spell him each time."

"Let me know when you're done with him. Could we not tell Sin? It would
drive him crazy wondering why David comes to me."

"You're still put out that Ben shows no interest?"

"Maybe... I haven't given up yet."

"Agreed. Sin does get a little over confident. I'll summon you."

I wish I understood what was going on. Chetana had kissed Bacchus again
before leaving the room. Now his attention was turned to me and I felt
the weight of his gaze. For some reason, the collar in his hands made me
very nervous.

"It is okay David. Don't be afraid. I'm setting you free, letting you
find your true self and the happiness you've been denied."

I watched as he opened the collar and gently placed it around my neck. I
felt the weight for just seconds before it grew warm and then nothing.

"The collar is my mark. All my subjects will now know you are my servant.
Before long you will be able to sense my mark on others as well,
recognizing my subjects, my servants, my Satyrs and others."

I felt his hands as they held my face - a palm to each cheek. I stared
into his glowing eyes and felt my cock twitch and throb.

"Hear me David. From now forward you may take no lover who is not one of
mine. No one, no matter how they beg or how attractive you find them. You
are sacred to me and must not be tainted by the unclean. Do you
understand?"

"Yes Father."

"You are truly beautiful David. Undress me..."

I shouldn't do this and yet I couldn't stop my hands. I slowly unbuttoned
the cotton shirt, marveling at the thick powerful chest, the dark mat of
hair, the curve of his magnificent pecs. I could see the swollen nipples
through the fabric and my mouth watered in anticipation. I unbuttoned the
sleeves and carefully slid the shirt over his shoulders. Then tossed it
on the couch.

"Don't fight it my love. Enjoy," Bacchus whispered.

I looked at his soft full lips and leaned in running the tip of my tongue
along the bottom one. He reached behind my neck and pulled me into a deep
kiss. I moaned as I felt his heat and strong body wrap around me. I
wanted him like no one I'd ever been with before. He tasted amazing and
his tongue filled me and excited my body. He broke the kiss and guided me
to his nipple. I took it in and reveled in the firmness, the size and
texture. I could feel him responding to me and I smiled as I worked it
harder before moving to the other.

I licked down the hairy treasure trail and nibbled at the skin above his
jeans. I unfasted the buttons marveling at how they were strong enough to
hold him in. Oh... shit... he was commando. I pulled the fly open and
buried my nose in his thick silky pubes. I inhaled deeply and moaned. It
was the perfect earthy, manly scent that made my body clench in
anticipation. I slid my hands into the waist band and slid the tight
jeans down, feeling the firm muscle and hot skin as I did so.

Bacchus took pity on me and helped kick off the jeans. They were tight
enough it took both hands and I still struggled. His cock was inches from
my face, thick and huge. He was hard but it was so heavy it hung down. I
saw the shiny drop of pre-cum on the tip and caught it with my tongue,
lapping across his glans. I immediately wanted more. I licked up the
shaft and tried to get him in my mouth, being careful to cover my teeth.
I worked and struggled to get him deeper - I wanted all of it. I wanted
him buried deep in my throat. I gagged and choked, covering the monster
cock with my own spit.

"Slow down my love. Don't rush. You've denied yourself so long, take your
time now that you have what you want." Bacchus's voice was so low it
rumbled, giving me goose bumps.

But I wanted it NOW! The feel and sensation of having a cock in my mouth
was driving me mad. Why had I waited? Why hadn't I done this years ago?
It was heaven, so right, so good. I forced him to the back of my throat,
choking and gagging as the thick beast just wouldn't go farther.

"You're determined aren't you? You really want me down your throat?"

I looked up at him, refusing to let the wonderful thick cock out of my
mouth and nodded my head.

"Can't have you hurting yourself..." Bacchus reached down and cupped my
chin, pulling it up and off his cock and extending my neck. His other
hand wrapped around my throat and it grew hot and tingly. "You'd have
gotten there eventually but who am I to deny a man his wishes."

I immediately took his cock back into my mouth, reaching my hands up to
feel the muscled globes of his ass. His cock filled me and slid deeper
and deeper until my nose was buried in the silky hair. My body still
resented the intrusion - trying to communicate that I shouldn't have
something that large sliding down my throat. But I was thrilled and began
bobbing down on that shaft, fucking my own face and throat.

"Easy there..." Bacchus whispered.

I slowed down and savored that taste, letting his pre-cum slid across my
tongue.

"Lick my balls and give my cock a rest. You keep sucking me like that and
I'll blow my load too soon."

Bacchus sat back on the couch lifting his feet up beside him and
spreading his knees wide. His crotch tilted, putting his huge balls in
the open and available as well as his hairy crack and the most beautiful
puckered opening I'd ever seen.

"Whoa lover... balls first. I see that look in your eye. I know what you
want."

I licked his balls, surprised that his sack was smooth. I gently suckled
them taking one into my mouth and feeling how large and heavy it was.
They were too big to get both in - one completely filling all available
space. I looked up from between his legs as I knelt on the floor
worshiping him. I watched his expression trying to make sure I was doing
it right and giving him pleasure.

Slowly but surely, I found my attention going lower - licking the
delicate skin below his sack. Then I couldn't wait any longer and ran my
tongue across his rose bud. His body quivered and he let out a low moan.
That sound filled me with such excitement. I had never imagined doing
this for a woman and certainly not a man. But as I tasted him, and
smelled the musky, earth scent and what I knew was his own unique aroma.
I dove in with passion. I'd eaten plenty of pussy in my life and all the
basics should apply - but never, never had I enjoyed that as much as I
enjoyed the taste and feel of his puckered hole. I buried my face in his
crack and did everything I could to get my tongue as deep and far up his
chute as I could.

"That's the way my pet... I knew you'd be a gifted lover."

I don't know how long I worshiped Bacchus's ass. I started interspersing
licks to his sack and sucking his cock. But guess he'd had enough as he
pulled me up into a kiss that made my head spin.

"Fuck me David. Put that big beast of yours inside me and make love to
me. I want to feel you erupt, filling me with your seed, giving yourself
to me."

I gently fingered his hole imagining putting my cock inside him. It was
hard to fathom, my cock looked huge in comparison to the tiny opening. I
didn't see how I could possibly fit. Bacchus pulled me back up into
another kiss.

"Don't over think it. You can't hurt me. Trust me, it will fit."

I kissed down his body licking along his cock again as I worked my
finger, then two in and out of the tight opening. I used his pre-cum and
spit to lube my cock and gently pressed against his opening.

Bacchus grunted and wrapped his powerful legs around my hips and pulled
me forward, plunging my cock into his tight canal in one stroke.

Wow did he feel good. Better than I'd ever have imagined. I started
slowly to make sure he was used to the intrusion. I watched his face for
any signs of discomfort or pleasure and adjusted accordingly. Soon I had
a steady rhythm going. Bacchus's hands pulled and tugged on my nipples as
I took him. He openly groaned and panted as my cock rubbed across his
prostate causing his cock to make a huge puddle of pre-cum on his
stomach.

"Stop trying so hard. Your cock is perfect and it feels amazing. Just
kiss me and enjoy making love." Bacchus then pulled me down into another
passionate kiss.

Soon I felt my orgasm building deep in my core. Bacchus must have sensed
it as well because he reached behind me and gripped my ass cheeks and
began pulling me deeper and harder with each thrust. My climax was almost
violent. My body shook and my cock exploded with stream after stream of
my cum shooting up into his body. I thought I might black out at the
intensity and it kept going. Bacchus was still gripping me, making me
thrust over and over through the eruption. I collapsed on top of him,
letting him control our kiss as my body gave out.

Bacchus rubbed my back and I felt his ass squeezing my cock, like he was
trying to stroke out the last few meager drops. He laughed, a deep rumble
vibrating his chest. "Now you know part of what you've been missing. Men
will beg you to fuck them. They'll drop their pants, bending over and
spreading their holes - pleading with you to take them, over, and over
again. You are one of my disciples now David. You will fill men with lust
and desire and bring them to my fold after you've fucked them and claimed
them."

"Not sure... can handle more..." I rasped into his chest, drawn again to
his swollen nibs, I sucked one in.

"Oh believe me, you're going to love it." He gently lifted me to the
couch beside him, giving me a big smile and a gentle kiss. Bacchus
reached down between his legs, fingering his gaping hole and scooping up
part of my load. He brought it to his lips and sucked his fingers clean.
"Delicious. I knew you would be..." He did it again and then put his
fingers to my lips. I couldn't help but open and suck them in. Such large
fingers and coated with my own spunk and the taste of him. There was
something amazingly intimate and erotic about sucking his fingers. He
knelt on the floor lifting my legs and took my cock into his mouth -
sucking it clean as well.

He tipped me farther, pushing my knees up against my chest and began a
tongue assault on my hole. I moaned and writhed as he held me in place
giving me some of the most incredible and intimate sensations I'd ever
felt. While my brain may have already been in a fog, after a few minutes
I was reduced to a moaning wreck. He could have done anything to me and
then he put his cock to my hole and I cried out.

"Holy fuck! YES!" It was huge. I knew from having it shoved down my
throat. Bacchus's monster cock was splitting me open, filling me, pushing
everything else aside as it made room in my body to take that massive
prong. I couldn't think of anything in my entire life that had ever felt
so good. I was his. My body was his to use however he wanted and fuck if
it wasn't the most amazing feeling ever. Then he started moving and all I
could do was whimper.

"So good. This hot ass of yours was made for fucking David. So incredibly
good and tight. This is my gift to you my precious. It will always be
this good, never painful, only the most overwhelming pleasure. But only
for the most special men in your life. After your initiation you only
allow those you choose to enjoy this intimacy."

"Please... don't ever stop," I begged. Every thrust brought the most
powerful wave of pleasure that seemed to spread through my body.

"Not to worry my love. You're one of mine now and will be my lover for a
very long time."

I closed my eyes and felt his lips brush against mine. My orgasm was
building again, though neither of us was touching my dick. Just the
sensation of him fucking me, filling me and wrapping me in those
magnificent arms.

Bacchus grunted and began thrusting harder and deeper and I swear I could
feel him explode inside me. Like he had so much hot cum, there just
wasn't room for it all. That triggered my own and I cried out as my cock
began spurting over and over again coating our stomachs and chests with
my load.

Bacchus held me a moment then without pulling out began scooping up my
cream and fed it to me, letting me lick his fingers clean with each
dollop. When there was no more to scoop up he finally pulled out and
began to lick my body. I felt so empty - I wanted him back inside me.

Once I was licked clean he stood up and presented his dripping cock to
me. I licked and sucked until it no longer tasted of his cream or my ass.
I couldn't believe I was hard again.

Bacchus laughed and kissed me as he gathered his clothes and got dressed.
"Don't bother getting dressed my pet. Chetana wants her time with you."

I wanted to object and tell him I only wanted him but somehow I knew he
wanted me to make love to Chetana as if she were him.

"If that is what you want."

He came back and put his hand to my cheek. "It is. Make me proud."


*   Scene 5   *
David Martinez

I fastened the seat belt and just stared at the dash for a few minutes. I
felt strange. The fog hadn't dissipated. This was without question the
strangest day of my life. Not all bad I snickered to myself. I got a
really warm feeling as I thought of Bacchus - especially how good the sex
felt. Even the sex with Chetana was better than I ever remembered it
being with Megan. But, nothing could compare to Bacchus.

Dean opened the driver's side door and climbed in giving me a curious
look. "What's that smile for?"

"I'm not even sure." I stared at the dash afraid that if I looked at him
he'd know.

Dean put his fingers under my chin and turned me toward him. His face was
full of concern and he seemed to be staring into my eyes. "You my friend
have been Greek God whammied. How do you feel?"

I giggled like a little kid. "Weird."

"Yeah, I bet. Goodness but you smell like sex. I was really hoping he
wouldn't like you quite 'that' much, but not surprised."

"You smell like sex too," I accused. He did. A thick musky aroma of man
seed covered him. His hair was a lot more tousled than when we arrived
and he looked a bit rumpled. Wonder how I could smell that? I let my eyes
trail down his body. The winter coat hid a lot, but his legs... fuck, he
had sexy legs, thick muscular thighs, perfect sexy little knees and those
calves. God I wanted to kiss those calves. He slid his jacket back a bit
as he buckled and now I could see his crotch, his full, thick swollen
crotch. I racked my brain trying to remember what his cock looked like.
I'm sure I saw it before, why can't I remember? I guess I could just
reach over and take it out...

"Whoa buddy. Ease it on down."

"Want it," I said running my hand up that beautiful thigh.

"Oh fuck David. This is killing me. My god, if you only knew - but we
can't, I can't. I'm sure Bacchus told you. You and I can't do
'anything'," Dean pleaded.

I looked up into those beautiful green eyes. "You wanna fuck me? Or if
you'd rather I could fuck you... you have an amazing ass."

"Fuck! Fuck!" Dean yelled, unbuckling and jumping out of the car. He
screamed and beat his fists on the hood of the car. He screamed some more
and then Bacchus was there, pulling him into his arms. When Bacchus
released him Dean walked off out of sight.

I turned as my car door opened and Bacchus was there. I felt his touch
and immediately felt better.

"I'm going to damper your lust a bit my love. Downside of doing things in
this order. Try not to torture Dean. If it's really bad tonight I'll send
someone."

"Not you?" I felt so sad and disappointed.

"No my love. That would only make it worse."

He closed the door and returned to the house. A minute or two later, Dean
returned and climbed into the car. He took a deep breath and then buckled
- not looking at me.

"It's late so I thought we'd grab dinner at the Diner before we head
home. Maybe the smell will dissipate a bit and you'll feel better with
some food on your stomach. I assume I can call the realtor and confirm
for tomorrow?"

"Sure."

After a good meal I was feeling better, still not out of the fog but at
least I could put a sentence together. It was after 9:00 by the time we
got back to the house. Kelly was in the kitchen still cleaning up.

Dean went up behind her and gave her a big hug and kissed her ear in
greeting. I saw her nose wrinkle up as she turned to greet him. Guess we
weren't successful in getting rid of the sex smell. But she didn't say
anything so maybe all was good.

"Sorry we missed dinner. The interview went much longer than I expected,"
I said.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Kelly said stepping away from Dean. She
turned to look at me then put her hands to her mouth in a gasp, began
sobbing violently and ran from the room.

"What? I didn't do anything I swear!"

Dean looked at me with a strange sadness in his eyes. "I know you didn't
buddy. Make yourself at home and I'll go check on Kelly."

I streamed some shows on my iPad and then decided to call it a night.
Dean had yet to reappear. A shower though would feel real good.

Evan was nowhere to be seen, so I climbed in the shower and tried to
scrub off all the smells. The hot water felt wonderful and I could feel
some of the tension leaving my body. Maybe I'd sleep well with no freaky
nightmares.

I pulled back the curtain and squeaked, quickly trying to grab a towel
and cover myself. Ethan was sitting on the counter staring at me, wearing
nothing but a loose pair of boxers.

"Wow Uncle David, you are fuckin' hot!"

"Does your mom let you kiss her with that potty mouth?" I snapped trying
to make sure I was covered as I stepped out of the tub.

"You'd be amazed what I do with my mouth," Ethan said and before I could
blink, grabbed my towel and tore it off. Holding it protectively behind
him. "Damn..."

"What gives?" Okay if he's this determined... I'm a guy, he's a guy. No
different than the locker room, just pretend. Well a little different -
usually that did not include my best friend's son staring at my now
swollen manhood, liking his lips.

"Can I touch it?" Ethan asked.

"What? No!"

"What if I put my hands behind my back and just use my mouth?"

"Geez, are you kidding me? What's gotten into you?"

"Hopefully it'll be that big gorgeous cock."

I sputtered... I couldn't even form words.

"Come on it's not like I'm a virgin or somethin'."

"You're..." My brain had ceased to function. Unfortunately my cock was
not so limited. My erection was painful and my nipples were just as hard.

"It's bigger than Dad's. Longer and thicker. I like how it's narrower at
the base by your pubes. Sort of like a butt plug." Ethan said and
ignoring my protests, wrapped his hand around my shaft. My body shuddered
and my cock let forth a big squirt of pre-cum.

Ethan looked up at me with a wicked smile as he began stroking me. "I
already know you've been mojo'd. Your eyes are all glazed and I can see
the mark even if Matthew didn't call to tell me."

"He what?" I knew I should push his hand away. Make him stop.

"He said you'd need some help tonight. Guess Dad is completely off limits
huh? Not that I mind."

"No Ethan... can't." I tried to step backward but he tightened his grip
and dropped to his knees. His mouth was on my cock, he was licking my
shaft.

"Tell me to stop if you want. Won't matter. By morning you'll have fucked
at least two loads, maybe more, into my boy pussy."

"No..." I shook my head trying to clear the fog. This couldn't be
happening.

"Don't feel bad. I like being fucked and I like sucking cock. Even better
when I get both at the same time. Dad says I'm way better than Mom. Like
I said, you're not deflowering me or somethin'. I've been fucked by lots
of guys and you're way sexier than most. Sure don't look like a dad
though..."

Ethan took me all the way to my root, letting me slide into his throat.
"Damn, that's an awesome cock. No wonder Bacchus claimed you. Did he fuck
you too? Isn't it amazing?"

"He's?"

"Oh yeah. It was good, real good. See, I'm what they call an early
bloomer - like my best friend Josh. If we'd have moved here sooner, the
magic would have started on me before I hit puberty. For most folks it
happens later."

It was getting harder and harder to think. I looked down into Ethan's
bright green eyes. Fuck he looked so much like Dean. His lean body, his
smooth skin. His dick, hard and wet poking out of his boxers. I wondered
what he'd taste like... Shit! What was happening to me?

Ethan laughed. "There ya go Uncle David. Your eyes are going funny -
you'll be losing it real soon now." He started sucking harder bobbing his
head back and forth on my cock as his fingers dug into my ass.

It almost felt like a dream, not just foggy but surreal. I sort of knew
Ethan was leading me to the bed. His boxers were gone and his warm, lithe
body was pressed against me, rubbing. He kissed and sucked and explored.
I'm not sure when or how but his cock was in my mouth and it was as sweet
as I'd imagined. I knew I'd already swallowed one load and was working on
getting another, my fingers deep in his ass trying to milk it out faster.

I felt so strange. The bed was moving and I watched the trim, smooth body
bouncing on my cock. He felt so good, his pussy was so hot and tight and
he was making such delightful sounds as I drove deep inside him...

I pulled the pillow over my head to block out the light. How could it be
morning already? I had the strangest dreams. Maybe it was this house,
maybe there was something in the water. I rolled over and squeezed my
eyes shut. Coffee... I smell coffee. I threw the covers back and stopped.

I'm naked. I don't sleep naked or I hadn't since college... always
freaked Megan out. I had serious morning wood and needed to take a piss
bad. I stood staring at the wall, holding my cock and waiting. Strange
but my cock, my pubes, and my stomach were all crusty. Even my chest
hair. I ran my hands over my pecks... ouch. My nipples were really tender
too.

Nah... couldn't be. That was a dream...

"Still hard, huh?" Ethan asked, scaring me so bad I almost pissed on the
wall.

"What?" I squeaked in shock. Ethan ran his fingers down my crack and
teased my hole.

"No. Before you even ask, not a dream. You helped me set a new record.
I've never been fucked so many times or cum so much in one night before.
And it was so totally AWESOME!"

Oh god. I think I'm gonna die. My piss finally finished and I looked at
Ethan in horror.

"Your eyes are looking better. Think the worst of the mojo has passed for
now. Don't be surprised though if it comes back. I've heard that happens
to some."

"Shit. This has to be our secret Ethan. Your dad can never know."

Ethan laughed and patted me on the back like I was a little kid. "Sorry
Uncle David, he already knows. Don't you remember?"

I put my head against the wall and closed my eyes. "No... What should I
remember?"

"Dad came in and watched us, remember? When you had me on my stomach and
were deep dickin' me - he kept telling you to imagine it was him and fuck
me harder as he jacked off. Damn that was so hot."

My legs gave out and I sank to the floor.

"You want me to get Dad?"

I couldn't answer. I think my brain had shut down again. Next thing I
knew, I felt a cold compress on my head, wiping my face.

"It's okay David. It's all good," Dean said softly.

"I am so, so sorry Dean. I don't know what's wrong with me. What have I
done? I know I wasn't drunk. Just a couple glasses of wine."

"I know, it's a real head trip isn't it. Mine was two years ago and
sometimes it still seems like a drug induced dream. Though in a month or
two you'll start to remember it all clearly. You have nothing to be sorry
for. You've made Evan the happiest boy in town."

"It's so wrong." I looked up and those beautiful green eyes were looking
back. No judgement, no anger, just understanding.

"It will take time, but you'll adjust. I did and now... well now things
are starting to look real good. Best way to deal with it is focus on
doing, move forward as if nothing happened and everything will settle
into place. That's what we tell all the new folks."


*   Scene 6   *
David Martinez

It was a long day. I took the advice and pretended I hadn't spent the
night fucking my best friend's son - with him watching. Shit, this
couldn't all be real.

Dean and the realtor dragged me through numerous houses all over town. We
crunched numbers, did check lists, made tallies of pro's and con's, and
finally settled on the one. A grand Victorian painted lady only a block
from the main square in town. It was huge - way too big for one old guy,
even if Jon did live with me part of the year. But, I already had a ball
park number on what the house would sell for in the city. If I didn't
want to take a big hit on my taxes, I had to spend some serious cash.
Even so, Dean and the Realtor had to get real creative. I was not only
buying the Victorian mansion I was having it completely renovated before
I moved in. The costs of which were being built into the sale's price.

I was a little overwhelmed. It meant I'd have to make several trips back
to Bacchus Springs to finalize the design, pick finishes, cabinets, and
all the other stuff for the renovation. Dean was pleased that I'd be
visiting regularly before the move and when Ethan found out he
practically leaped for joy. I told him it didn't mean anything and we
certainly wouldn't be repeating 'that'. To which he just laughed and
said. "Sure Uncle David, whatever you say." Scary part was I wasn't sure
that he wasn't right.

Now I was struggling to pay attention as one of the sexiest men I'd ever
met was giving me a tour of the Resort and Spa before we went in for
dinner. Dean, Emma, and Ethan would pipe in occasionally offering their
own insights to the many things the place had to offer. Kelly had begged
off and stayed home. I knew something was wrong - she was completely
avoiding me but every time I asked, Dean or Ethan would tell me it was
nothing, just that 'time of the month'.

"We are so pleased you'll be joining our community," Rakesh said shaking
my hand. I nodded dumbly caught in his midnight eyes. "I hope you enjoyed
the tour and will find reasons to take advantage of my... or well 'our'
services."

"Uhm... yeah. Thank you. I'm looking forward to it." I was blaming it on
remnants of what Ethan called the mojo. But any way you cut it Rakesh was
a hunk and he was in a tux. Sleek raven black hair and neatly trimmed
beard. Chiseled, handsome face, fit body and rich caramel colored skin. I
had felt my breath quicken and my cock harden the moment I met him. I
still was new at recognizing Bacchus's mark, but it was clear on this
man. It made me want him all the more and the way he looked at me, damn.

As the host ushered us to the table, Dean leaned in and whispered. "Deep
breath buddy. He's gone now."

I turned to look and was disappointed to see that indeed the Hotel
Manager was gone. I turned to Dean when we were seated. "I don't
understand why he affected me like that."

Dean rolled his eyes. "You know you're killing me, right. You're
practically drooling over Rakesh. But don't work yourself up, he's got
the same mark as you and me. He's also one of Bacchus's servants and a
side effect is that we are drawn to each other. But still dude, you could
have toned it down a little."

"I didn't do anything!" I objected. What was up with Dean? He was
actually acting... I don't know... jealous? Why would he even care?

"You will though." Dean huffed giving me a betrayed look.

"Dad," Ethan put his hand on Dean's leg and gave him a look.

Dinner at Dion's was one of the best I'd had in years and the restaurant
was the epitome of formal elegance. Only downside was that as a stranger
in town, everyone seemed to be staring at me. They didn't even try to
hide it. Fortunately the conversation with Dean and Ethan was lively and
distracting. Emma would join in occasionally but most of the time, she
just stared at me too.

By the time I was ready to turn in I had myself convinced that the
weirdness had passed and the fog gone. I snuggled into the big fluffy bed
thinking about how much my life had changed this weekend. I'd be starting
a new job, moving, renovating a house, meeting new people. It almost
seemed like a letdown to go back to New York and finish my time out at
the firm.

I felt him before I heard him. His warm, naked body pressed against my
back, his soft hands sliding over my hip and into my boxers to grip my
cock as he began nibbling at my neck.

"Ethan... no. We shouldn't," I objected as my cock swelled and my breath
quickened.

"But you're leaving tomorrow." He began kissing my ear, running his
tongue along the edge as he stroked me.

"No, its wr..." Before I got the words out he'd rolled me onto my back
and driven his tongue into my mouth stilling my words.

Damn did he have a sexy mouth and no way someone his age, should kiss
like this. I could feel his slick ass sliding up and down against my
cock. I wasn't sure how he'd managed to get my boxers off, but he had. He
reached around and grabbed me by the root as he sat up and took me in. I
knew I was done for as I felt his hot, tight ass swallow me.

Finally... I'd said my goodbyes and was now headed home - to what I hoped
was maybe a dull, normal existence. I knew I should be appalled,
mortified, embarrassed, or something. But all I could muster was horny.
I'd broken my promise to myself and had sex with Ethan again. I couldn't
blame it on anyone but me. I remembered it far too well. I'd sucked and
fucked him in every position I could think of, then again in the shower
this morning. I couldn't believe how far I'd fallen or what a pervert I'd
become. Damn was I hard...

I was coming up on the interstate and saw the truck stop. Oh hell, maybe
it will help with the drive, I told myself as I pulled in and parked. I
made no pretenses as I walked into the restroom and took the left door.
Thank goodness, I thought. Bacchus had said I had to use one of the
stalls by the wall and damn if there wasn't one open. I walked in and
latched the stall door, then pulled out my cock and positioned myself at
the glory hole. Please let someone be there! I am so horny.

I groaned as my cock was all of a sudden engulfed in a hot, wet sucking
mouth. Damn was he good. He took me all the way and worked me like
nobody's business. There was something incredibly erotic about letting a
stranger suck me off, not even seeing a face but knowing in a few seconds
someone was going to be swallowing my load. I still didn't understand how
I knew - but I was sure the mouth was connected to one of Bacchus's
people. I gasped as I shot my load right down the guy's throat and hell
could he suck. Like an industrial vacuum, until I thought he'd pull me
right through the glory hole.

"Thanks for the cream buddy. I knew you'd be good first time I saw you
and it was awesome. Can't wait for you to fuck me with this beast. So
glad you're one of us now."

I felt my face flush. "My pleasure," I offered back. I knew that voice.
But damn it, who? I thought through the people I met - so many - but
which guy was it? How did he know it was me?

He gave me a final lick and I pulled myself back together wondering if
I'd ever find out who it was.


*   Scene 7   *
David Martinez

I took a sip of my coffee and checked my emails. Damn but my desk was a
mess. I had never intended it to be an actual working office, but that's
what it was now.

"Thanks again. You gonna be back in town again soon?" Blaze stepped into
the room, now freshly clean and dressed. I wondered if he still had my
load in his ass.

I stood up and took the young man in my arms, burying my face in his
neck, and kissing along his collar bone. His body was so hard, Blaze had
a swimmers build, slender and lean and solid packed muscle.

"Hey, you keep doing that and I'm not leaving..." Blaze teased.

"Mmmmm. That's not such a bad idea." I pulled his face into me and kissed
him. Enjoying the tickle of his auburn beard and mustache.

"People might get suspicious," Blaze gasped as I slid my hands into his
pants.

"Thank you for coming. I was getting desperate."

"Believe me. It was my pleasure."

"How do you guys do it?" I asked enjoying how quickly I got him hard and
out of breath.
"Do what? Oh god... please David."

"Please what? Suck you? Fuck you? I'm up for both."

Blaze reluctantly pulled my hand out of his pants and put his hand to my
chest pushing me back. I wasn't surprised. Disappointed? Yeah. This was
the way it went every time I sent an SOS to Bacchus.

"How do you guys get here so fast? I tell Bacchus I'm about to lose it
and one of you shows up in minutes. Do you and Matthew live nearby?"

Blaze gave me an evil smile. "No, just a bit of magic. Some day if you're
really good to me maybe I'll share."

"I try to be very good to you." I attempted to pull him back in for
another kiss but he managed to evade me. Blaze turned from the doorway,
blew me a kiss, and left.

I returned to my computer and pulled up the calendar. I'd been counting
the days. Less than a week before Jon finished for the semester and the
movers showed up. It was still too long.

Things hadn't exactly gone as planned since I'd returned. The first few
weeks weren't so bad. Everyone 'ooohed and aaahed' over my new look which
was a bit of a head rush. But not long after it started going downhill.
My co-workers started flirting, not just the women either. In the
elevator I was getting groped. When I rode the subway I found total
strangers rubbing up against me and getting way too friendly. One day it
was packed even more than usual. We were all pretty much pressed against
each other and this executive in a suit dropped his pants over his ass
had me unzipped and out before I could jockey out of reach. Another day,
this young woman, obviously married since her husband was standing with
her, a toddler in her arms, outright told me she wanted me to fuck her.
Her husband didn't object or say anything just rubbed his crotch.

Even at work. The receptionist who I'd always considered hot - climbed up
on my desk and spread herself like an afternoon snack. She wasn't wearing
panties! I managed to get her out of my office without too much chaos.
Frank, a partner I'd worked with for years cornered me in the men's room.
I didn't want to hurt him but he still managed to get my pants and
underwear down to my knees before I escaped. It was progressively getting
worse. The final straw was when two of my male co-workers shoved me in
the LAN room with full intentions of raping me. I don't know how they
though it would go especially when I've got twice as much muscle as the
both of them combined.

I even had to change my workouts. Now I went late, right before the gym
closed. I also had to give up changing in the locker room or taking
showers - that had gone bad real fast. I'll never forget the first time -
standing in the shower, getting the soap out of my eyes and noticing I
had an audience. Men gathered around, just staring at me, openly jacking
themselves - not even pretending to use the showers. I got more offers
than I'd had in my entire life. I started wondering where all these gay
men had been hiding. But some of them I'd known for years, married men,
men with kids, men who used to brag about their female conquests.

Not all of the attention was bad or even unwanted. There was one that
almost got me in serious trouble. He was an intern from Puerto Rico, an
absolutely gorgeous Latino stud who looked amazingly like Jon - same
build, similar coloring, even the same hair style. He made it very clear
he was available and I had full intent of taking him up on the offer. I
had never lusted after another man so much in my life and the resemblance
to Jon was driving me crazy. Somehow Bacchus knew when I finally broke
and managed to interfere before anything happened. He reminded me of the
rule: 'no one except one of his.'

I felt so guilty but had no idea what to do. The work situation was
getting unbearable and I wasn't sure I could resist the intern so sucked
it up and called Bacchus. We worked out that I'd give my notice early and
work remotely until the move. That was also the first time he sent Blaze.
I sure felt better afterward and things quieted down a bit at work. The
next shocker was when I turned in my resignation to the senior partner.
Mr. Dickson was the one who'd hired me right out of law school - well
established, married with older children, involved in all the big city
charity events. He had to be a multi-millionaire. So anyway, I turn in
the resignation got through my little speech and waited for the reaction.

I was truly not prepared. He actually got down on his knees and begged me
not to leave. He offered me a raise, a bigger office, increase in bonus,
and the shocker he offered me himself. Told me he'd be my bitch boy slave
if I'd just stay. He said I could fuck him multiple times a day, use him
anyway I wanted. When I was able to make my mouth work again I politely
declined and left.

First thing I did when I got home was power up the computer and search on
bitch boy slave. I had no idea! Then picturing Mr. Dickson that way -
YUCK! Of course my second thought was about Ethan. Not sure why but
somehow the two just connected. I still struggled with my changing
tastes. It started slowly, just noticing guys more and had gradually
moved up to pretty much checking out all the men around me. It was now a
given that if I thought a guy was hot I'd be throwing a major boner.
Women still got to me too, but I cared less and less and just found
myself focusing on the men.

Mmmmm. Men like Blaze and Matthew. They'd both been regular visitors
since my close call. I really wish they'd just stay but it was always the
same - a night of wild passionate sex and a kiss goodbye in the morning.
I wanted more.

Only days... the renovations were complete and the house in Bacchus
Springs was ready. The designer had helped Jon and I pick out new
furniture that complemented the architecture and style and Dean had
helped with deliveries so the essential pieces were already in place. My
house in NYC was sold with the caveat that I could live there until the
move. Jon and I had agreed that we'd donate most of the furniture from
the old place - there were fewer reminders that way.

Now just the countdown... my memories of that weekend were slowly coming
back. I knew I should be more freaked out but found them more exciting
than embarrassing. And while I knew I couldn't admit it or talk about it
- Dean loved me. All I had to do was make it through the 'initiation,'
whatever that was, and he'd be mine. I couldn't wait. I was going to fuck
that man so hard and so many times! I had twenty years to make up for
after all!

>> END CHAPTER ONE<<


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