Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2018 13:16:23 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 10: A New Groove

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 10: A New Groove
by Tripp Savidge

From the Author: Please note that the Point of View changes by scene and
is indicated by the character's name under the scene number.


*   Scene 1   *
David Martinez

My morning went surprisingly well. Whatever Jo had done or said to Mrs.
Cokesbury, she'd stayed out of my way with no interruptions. Even lunch
was going relatively well. The office wasn't big enough to have an on-
site cafeteria or food service so we'd opted for a restaurant Jeff
recommended. It was unremarkably dull. Jeff Brentwood was the head of the
accounting and finance team. He was also the man to whom I owed a thank
you for assigning Drew.

I took another sip of the iced tea, or rather the foul brew this place
called iced tea.

"That bad, huh?" Jeff snickered.

"Okay, I'll admit I'm somewhat of a tea snob. But this shit is awful."
I'd known what brand it was as soon as I'd taken my first sip. As far as
I was concerned one that was way too popular in restaurants - because I
just knew they bagged what they could sweep up from the floor after the
reputable tea companies got the real tea.

"You don't have an accent, did you grow up in the states?"

"Yeah. Picked up the tea thing from my mother, and my love for coffee
from my dad. Mum was raised and educated in the UK after her family
emigrated from Italy. She moved to the states when she married my dad.
But her tea preferences lived on and were passed down to me and my
brothers."

"PG Tips?" Jeff asked.

"Sometimes, hard to get here. Usually, it was Twinings or Yorkshire, but
more often we got tea from the local shops that let you pick your own
blend. Whenever Mum visited, she'd come back with a suitcase of tea and
the stuff she missed."

Jeff laughed, but I could feel the nervousness and tension underneath. I
knew as soon as we'd placed our orders that I was unnerving him. Not that
I was doing anything. I'm pretty sure it was mostly on him.

Jeff was a handsome guy, maybe mid-forties. Average build, salt and
pepper hair, clean shaven. I'd guess he took care of himself and either
jogged or worked out. He also dressed well. So far I'd learned that he
was married, had three kids, two in college and one in high school and
considered himself to be straight.

"She still make the trips back?"

"No. Mum and Dad are both dead." Even after all these years, it was still
painful.

"Geez, I'm so sorry."

"It's been a while. They had just dropped off my little brother and me at
college and were driving home when a trucker fell asleep at the wheel.
They were both killed instantly. I was just in my junior year."

"That's awful, I can't even imagine," Jeff said putting his hand on mine
and giving a squeeze before he pulled back like I'd shocked him.

"It was a rough time. My older brother sort of raised us and took over
after that. So how long have you lived in Bacchus Springs?" I asked.

"Twenty years or so. My wife grew up here, so we moved back not long
after we were married. Wasn't my first choice but sometimes you gotta
just do what they tell ya."

"I remember it well. Fortunately, Megan's demands tended to be about
decorating and vacations."

"Is Megan your wife?"

"Was. I'm widowed," I answered.

"Shit. I just can't say anything right. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring
up painful memories," Jeff said.

"Nah, those memories are good ones. So, I'm guessing after twenty years
you are well settled and used to how things work here. I've gotta say,
I'm still adjusting." I put my hand over my glass when the server offered
a refill.

Jeff laughed and must have swallowed wrong because he went into a
coughing fit. When he recovered his face was bright red, but I wasn't
sure if that was due to the coughing or his thoughts about me. Thoughts
about me bending him over the lunch table.

"Mostly adapted. There were a few rough periods, but we've managed," Jeff
said.

"You mean like the 'initiation'? Shit, I can't imagine that every
resident just rolls with that one without some therapy. Sometimes it
still seems like a dream or nightmare-kind-of-thing that I'm not sure
really happened."

Jeff coughed again and looked around nervously. "Yeah, tell me. I try not
to think about it. That was the only time I ever... you know... did those
things."

Oh, yeah, I knew. But I also had picked up that he liked it a whole lot
more than he'd ever admit. Given the way he kept looking at me when he
didn't think I would notice, I was pretty sure he was more than a little
attracted to me. It was obvious that Jeff wasn't tied in to what happened
at my initiation or my new designation as a love god, let alone the
"inner" workings of Bacchus Springs.

"I thought all inhibitions left you when you got settled here," I said.

"Maybe, to an extent... I think it works better on some folks than others
and I guess it depends on what your inhibitions are or what's holding you
back. For me, it was more about telling my wife what I wanted and needed
in the bedroom."

I coughed into my napkin to hide my reaction. The picture and thoughts
that I picked up from him were not at all what I expected. But it did
make me wonder even more about the man across from me when his favorite
bedroom activity was having his wife fuck him with a strap-on. One more
reason I was pretty sure he wasn't nearly as straight as he thought.

"So any good tips for surviving at the office?" I figured a change of
topic might help the poor guy. His hands were now shaking, and I swear
he'd broken out in a cold sweat.

"Not really. Most of the people are pretty chill. I work for Paul, he's
the CFO. I don't really ever deal with Bacchus, though I've met him.
There are so many new people lately with how fast we're growing. Jo's
pretty brilliant. She seems to be the force behind most new projects."

"Any hot buttons or things to avoid?"

Jeff's expression got real serious and he leaned forward. "Yeah, never,
and I mean never, put someone down for their sexual orientation or gender
identity. Same with race. Also don't use any words or names that could be
considered insulting. Treat everyone good and you'll be fine."

"Got it. Thanks."

I was still confused by Jeff's reaction to me by the time we got back to
the office. Even if I didn't have my new abilities to know what he was
thinking I'm sure I would have picked up on something being off.

"Thanks for a great lunch, David. We'll have to do this again."

"Yeah, I'd really like that. I'll take all the friends I can get." I
shook his hand and then without letting go, I pulled him closer and
leaned in to whisper. "Next time your wife fucks you with that dildo, I
hope you'll close your eyes and think of me."

Yeah, evil and a totally shitty-bastard thing to do to the guy, but I
knew what he needed - even if he didn't. I guess it was part of my mojo.
I just "knew" he'd be happier and more satisfied with his life if he had
a real dick up his ass regularly.

"Uh... well. Later." Jeff sputtered and practically ran to get away from
me.

Sadly for me, Mrs. Cokesbury was back at her desk when I got to my
office.

"Mr. Martinez, Barbara called and said Mr. Bacchus would like to see you
if you could stop by when you have a moment." Mrs. Cokesbury delivered
the message with a frown like she'd just sucked on a lemon.

"Okay, I'll head over in a second." First stop was a quick visit to the
washroom to make sure I was put together. Then I grabbed my portfolio and
a pen from my desk.

Bacchus's office was on the opposite side of the floor. His assistant
Barbara was at her desk. You'd think with as hot as the man was, he'd
have some gorgeous thing as his assistant. Barbara looked more like a
grandmother - one who was well put together, but still.

"Good afternoon, David. You can go on in."

"Don't you need to check or announce me?"

She glared over the top of her readers like I had asked the stupidest
question ever. "No, honey. Just walk your cute ass in there."

I felt the heat rush to my face. I wasn't sure what embarrassed me more,
the reprimand in her voice or her ogling my ass. Because I knew damn well
she watched me, like a hawk eyeing a tasty mouse, until I stepped through
Bacchus's door.

Worse, I was greeted with laughter. Bacchus was hugging his gut. "Oh,
David. Thank you. I needed that."

"Glad I could be of service," I snarked.

"Barbara tells me that seeing hot guys and most especially, Prime Grade
asses, is one of the perks of working for me. She may be getting more
'mature,' but her appreciation for a beautiful man hasn't waned in the
least."

The conversations with my boss were so different than at the law firm.
Half of what went down here would have given Human Resources at the firm
apoplexy.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Oooooh, so formal." Bacchus came around the desk and didn't stop until
he had me engulfed in his arms with his tongue diving into my mouth.

I still don't understand the effect he has on me. I can't seem but melt
into him when he does this, and my hunger for his kiss is overwhelming. I
opened up for him like a whore and kissed back with everything I had.

I was panting when he broke the kiss and I whimpered when his hand rubbed
along my erection in my suit pants. "This body was made for sex, you know
that don't you? You make me so fucking hot."

His breath tickled up my neck as he stroked me and kissed behind my ear.
He knew every one of my weak spots.

I didn't even realize he was guiding me until he pushed me back to sit on
the couch. He sat down in the opposite corner, giving me some space to
catch my breath and adjust myself.

"Tell me about the Ward boys," Bacchus said.

I recounted our weekend and how things had gone with Caleb and made sure
to include the part about Eros showing up for a menage a trois with Dan
and Ethan.

"I am pleased, David. You did really well. I thought you'd fight me and
I'm glad you took care of them."

"Not going to say it hasn't freaked me out a little, but both boys are
pretty special. I did have sort of a favor to ask..."

Bacchus gave me a big smile and raised an eyebrow. "Will I like this
favor?"

"No idea. I wondered if maybe you'd be willing to consider doing a little
of your magic on Caleb?"

"What did you have in mind?" Bacchus leaned forward and put a hand on my
leg, rubbing gently.

"I can't think when you do that."

Bacchus sat back with an even bigger smile.

"Caleb is even more... needy... hungry... horny, not sure what word is
best, than Ethan. I'm worried that his enthusiasm will quickly be
apparent in the... uh... ease with which he can accommodate large men."

Bacchus burst out laughing. "Oh, so what you're saying is he likes being
fucked so much you're afraid he'll get stretched out and be as sloppy as
a mother of six?"

"Yeah." I was relieved he got it. "I think he'd be a good candidate for
your magic ass treatment."

"Much better. You don't need to be nearly so careful with your words,
David. So, my magic ass treatment? Is that what you call it?"

I wasn't sure if he was taking it as an insult or what, so just shrugged.
In the brief silence an odd notion struck me - if Bacchus could make a
guy's ass perpetually tight, could he do the same thing for a woman?

"I will be glad to give Caleb a perpetually tight boy pussy. One that
snaps back time after time - so you and Jon can fuck him as much as you
want and never worry about ruining him."

"I wasn't thinking of me..."

"I call bullshit, David. Can't lie to me, love."

"Fine. Yes, I was worried about what my dick would do to him over time."

"I'll make it happen. Tell me about the rest of your morning."

I told him about the contradictory vibes I got from Jeff, and about what
I'd picked up from Drew. That led right into the positions I was thinking
of filling, the retainer for the firm, and then with a bit of
trepidation, I told him of my frustrations with Mrs. Cokesbury.

"Interesting. I don't doubt you, but it is troublesome. She's been with
us for a long time, and I'm worried about what has caused this shift.
Also concerned if there's a connection with Drew. Can you give me a
little time to have my people investigate?"

"Sure, if you'll cover for me and help me bury the body when I kill her."

Bacchus laughed again. "Noted. I promise we won't take too long. Why
don't you write up a job description for a replacement for Mrs. Cokesbury
and go ahead and get it in the works with HR. For Drew, I think you're on
the right track. Just ease him into it. I can't say I know much about
Jeff, but he's right when he says removing inhibitions alone isn't always
enough to get people what they need. Maybe he doesn't even realize it. So
tell me, have you fed today?"

"No. Didn't figure that was considered acceptable even if it's not
specifically prohibited in the Handbook."

Bacchus shook his head and gave me a look of disappointment. "The
'Handbook' doesn't apply to you. I want you to feed from whoever you
want. As far as I'm concerned, any employee out there is fair game. Might
be good for them. Like Drew and Jeff - probably improve their lives and
their attitude. I can only do so much, and I don't see everything going
on. That's why I have servants, David. You're supposed to help me. You
see something that needs fixed, do it. I've warned you about waiting too
long to feed. You won't like the outcome."

I let that digest a moment. It felt a bit heavy to have it lobbed back
into my lap. And yet, I could see the logic, and he was right, I did
think I could help Jeff and Drew.

"But wait, didn't you say they need to have been cleared and have your
mark?"

"That was before your initiation and change. Neither of those rules
applies to you and Jon. You're both immune to any STDs or health issues,
and you need to trust your magic. It will not steer you wrong. Besides,
you and Jon are mine - once you've claimed someone they belong to me as
well. As far as 'my followers' are concerned, they'll see a mark as if
I'd done it myself."

I had to sit with that for a minute. I knew part of what he wanted from
me was to bring more people into his flock. I guess it hadn't occurred to
me how exactly that happened. I'd have to give it more thought.

"So Bacchus, about what Jo mentioned with the 'Sex Club'?"

"We don't own it yet. I've got to get the other bidder out of the way.
Benny's going to work on that."

"Forgive me for being dense, but why is that even a consideration? You're
a god, Bacchus. You can use your compulsion and just tell whoever is in
the way to go away. Not that I'm saying I want to have anything to do
with a sex club."

"Damn. I think I've spent too much time listening to Troy. He's always
telling me to tone it down, work in the system, don't make waves."

"Sure, if it's big and there are so many people you can't just whammy
them. But you're talking one guy, right? Just tell him he's not really
interested. Or find out what he does want and redirect him to something
that works to your benefit. You can make it a win-win."

"Huh... I'm going to enjoy having you on the team. I think things will be
much more interesting."

"Back to why a sex club? And more importantly, why me?" I was still not
on board with this idea.

"I was thinking something much more than that. You should check the place
out and talk to the current owner. At the moment it's a dump, but I think
it has potential. We need to bring in more people, and we need a variety
of places that draw in folks from the city. Not everyone is going to be
enticed by a picturesque hamlet. My thought was to have a five-star
restaurant with a trendy bar and dance club on another floor. The sex
club is connected and lets us pull people from the dance scene into more
'adult' activities. It would give the satyrs and nymphs an outlet for
working off some of their sexual energy."

"Why me?"

"You're a smart man, David. You've also got the looks and presence to
make any of the three look legitimate. It will give you and Jon a ready
supply of donors. Remember, you eventually won't have to have physical
contact with them to feed on their lust. Maybe you'll even find people
who could be enticed to move here and call Bacchus Springs home."

"I don't know the first thing about running a restaurant or bar!"

"You don't need to. We'll find people for that. They'll work for you. Oh,
come here. I think someone is hangry."

"I am not." I was not sure about this idea and was trying to think of a
good retort when Bacchus began touching himself and spread his legs wide
so I could see the growing bulge. He unfastened his pants and slowly slid
the zipper down. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"Feed from me... you need this, David."

Fuck. Fuck. I couldn't stop myself. I got on my knees and crawled over to
him, running my hands up and down his muscled thighs. I could already
taste his lust and smell him. I inhaled and leaned in close so I could
smell the musk of his body.

Bacchus lifted up enough to slide his pants and underwear down to his
ankles. He kicked them off and spread himself for me like an offering. He
was already hard and a shiny drip was leaking from his cock.

I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes with the glowing speckles of
gold. I could get lost in those eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me.
"Drink in my lust, David. You know you want it."

I buried my face in his bush, breathing deeply and letting his lust roll
across my tongue, the heat and soft flesh of his erection pressed against
my face. I turned and ran my tongue up his length. I caught the drip of
pre-cum rolling down the ridge on the underside of his long, thick shaft.
I savored it. Then licked up the shaft until I came to the thick head and
took it into my mouth.

"Mmm." I groaned as his hot flesh filled my mouth. It was perfection. I
took him deeper and began to suck and lick. I could feel his lust
building as he watched me suck on his huge prick.

"That's what my beautiful man needed. Suck it all in. Drink my sweet
milk. Fuck, you are so damn sexy." Bacchus slid his hand over my face
lifting me off his dick and sliding his thumb across my lips and into my
mouth. I sucked it in like it was his cock and looked up to see him
watching me. He continued to feed me his digit while stroking my beard.

"Every man should be so lucky as to have a gorgeous hunk like you wrapped
around his manhood."

I took his cock back into my mouth and fed on his lust as I fed on his
nectar. I slid my other hand between his legs and began massaging his
taint. Bacchus lifted and offered me his tender opening. He pulled my
hand up to his lips and sucked on my fingers getting them nice and wet,
then put my hand to his hole.

I teased and gently worked my finger into him. I may be a novice, but I
had learned a few things. Like how massaging a man's prostate generated
more bountiful loads and gave a more powerful orgasm.

As I found his p-spot with one hand the other wrapped around the base of
his shaft. I wrapped my thumb and finger around his cock and took him all
the way into my throat. It still surprised me that I could do this so
easily. The manhood in my mouth was huge but it fit without causing me to
cough or gag. I wrapped my lips tightly around him as I lifted off,
sliding my hand so it stroked him as I pulled out so I was only sucking
and swirling my tongue about the head. Then I went deep again, taking him
all the way in. I continued the rhythm enjoying the sweet taste of his
pre-cum.

"Awwwww. Yes. Someone has been practicing. So good, David. You think I
gave Dean such a big dick just for you? No, my love. I wanted you to
practice taking someone endowed like me. It's so easy for you now..."

I didn't care. I loved sucking his cock. Everything about being with
Bacchus felt right. His lust was delicious and fed the hunger that had
been building. I let it flow back into him without direction or purpose.
He already wanted me in more ways than I could imagine. What was left?
I felt Bacchus card his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp as he
fucked my mouth. "You have the most beautiful hair, David. So very soft
and silky. I insist you grow it out for me. I want to be able to wrap it
around my fingers and fist it when we fuck. I want to feel it trail
across my body when you kiss me."

I had a fleeting thought about it not looking professional, but the idea
of having Bacchus fisting it when we fucked drove that concern right out
of my head. Hell, he's my boss. If he wants me to have long hair then why
not?

I'd come to love sucking a man's cock, making him feel good and tasting
his essence on my tongue. I really wanted to get better at my lovemaking
skills. I felt his balls tightening, pulling back up into his body as his
dick got even harder.

"I'm close, David."

"Mmmm." I hummed as I sucked and then I felt his muscles tense and his
hole closed like a vice grip on my fingers. I could feel his shaft
thickening as his seed began its journey to my mouth. He filled my throat
and mouth to overflowing with his delicious cream. I swallowed and sucked
but some still spilled out over my lips.

"So good. And seeing my spend on your face and in your beard... fuck."
Bacchus scooped up what had slipped and fed it to me.

I sucked his fingers clean with each offering, and then he pulled me up
against him and kissed me. Licking at my lips and my face until he was
satisfied that I was clean.

"Feel better?"
"Yeah." It was weird but I really did. I felt calmer and more relaxed -
almost "human." I could even think clearly. Not that I wasn't still
attracted to the hunk in my arms. But yeah, better.

"While I'm thrilled to help you any day I'm available, you really must
find others to feed from in the office. You may need to remind Jon of the
same. I already talked to him, but he listens about as well as you do."

I had to chuckle because Bacchus was right. We Martinez's were a stubborn
bunch.


*   Scene 2   *
Jon Martinez

I sorted out the files and stacked them carefully back in the cabinet for
today's interviews. Day three of working at the resort and I was starting
to think I might know what I was doing.

"Big day for interviews?" Kristen asked.

"Yeah, looks like it. Martha stopped by this morning to add a couple.
Guess she's looking for a chef for Dion's. Add that to the servers,
lifeguards, youth activity counselors, and cleaning staff and we'll have
a busy day."

"She give you any special instructions?" Kristen was a long-term employee
at the resort, or she was compared to me. She'd worked the front desk for
three years and was now training me.

"Not really, just to call back to the kitchen when candidates arrive and
have completed the paperwork. She'll come up and get them."

"I was just checking reservations, doesn't look like we'll have too many
checking in today. Most of the guests are arriving Thursday or Friday for
that doctor seminar thing."

"Morning guys," Grant called out as he came into the lobby.

"Morning, Grant," Kristen and I echoed.

Grant was one of the bellmen. There were six porters in total, but
through the week there was only one working day shift. So far I'd only
met two of them, and of those, I'd only fed on Grant.

Grant winked at me as he went back to clock in. I felt the heat rush to
my face and tried to make sure Kristen didn't notice. I'm sure she
suspected, most of the staff knew more about me and my "condition" than I
would have liked. Grant was also a college student working at the resort
over the summer, though he was going to be a senior this year. Grant had
medium brown hair, brown eyes, and already sported a nice tan - all over.
He was an all-American type, built more like a wrestler, thick and meaty.
He looked more than able to carry some heavy bags.

"Anything I need to know for today?" Grant asked as he stepped up to the
counter. His eyes raked over my body as he licked his lips.

"Nope. Going to be a quiet one," Kristen said.

"Crap. I prefer swamped. Oh well, later," Grant gave me a smoldering look
before heading back out front. The bellmen usually started the day with
sweeping the circle and making sure the entrance was ready for guests.

I watched Grant as he left, or more specifically, I watched his full
round ass. The ass I'd had the pleasure of eating out just yesterday. I'd
introduced the guy to pleasures he'd never known he was missing and even
made him cum with just my tongue in his hole as I fed on his lust. The
first day we'd met I'd given him his first man-on-man blowjob. I think he
was an almost immediate convert and feeding from him got me through the
day. I was trying to take it slow with Grant, he wasn't one of Bacchus's,
hadn't grown up there, and certainly hadn't been cleared or done an
initiation. I was already planning for our lunch break when I'd introduce
him to something new.

"Hungry already?" Kristen teased.

"No. I'm fine," I said back a little more sternly than I intended.

"Mr. Dara should be around..." Kristen continued knowing full well the
situation between the two of us. She found it way too amusing.

"I..."

"Good morning," Rakesh Dara said walking up to the desk.

Speak of the devil. "Good morning, Mr. Dara."

He leaned over the desk with a predatory smile. "You. Can call me Rakesh,
you know."

"Yes, sir. But you know, keeping it professional." I tried to ignore
Kristen snickering behind me.

"Too bad. You will let me know if anything 'interesting' shows up today?"
Mr. Dara asked looking directly at me. He'd made no secret of his
interest in me and was so bold to even offer to let me feed from him in
front of Kristen and Giuseppe, the concierge.

"Of course, sir," I responded. The request sounded innocent, but it
wasn't. Part of my duties were to notify him if any particularly
attractive guests checked in. He'd make an appearance to welcome them,
and then he'd want to know if they showed any interest in him. He knew of
my abilities and was using them to help him target conquests. Of course,
he made it clear that it was "all in the interest of giving our guests a
happy stay," the mantra Bacchus repeated regularly.

"Anything I should be looking for, Mr. Dara?" Kristen asked with a sweet
smile.

Which I knew full well was fake. I'd discovered quickly that most of the
staff thought Mr. Dara was a brilliant resort manager, but on the
personal side, an absolute lech. Seems he'd made it a personal goal to
fuck "all" the staff. Some considered it to be more of a "fuck over" all
the staff. Something he'd accomplished easily with his striking, dark,
and handsome looks. No question he was a stud, but interestingly most of
the employees never opted for a second go-round.

"No, sweetheart. Jon has this covered." Mr. Dara gave a nod and headed
back to his office.

That's when I heard Kristen mumbling to herself.

"What? I couldn't hear you," I said as I began setting up the keys for
today's check-ins.

"God! What a total dick. If I didn't love this place I'd so tell him
where to shove that arrogant, domineering, conceited, over-sized
viper..."

"And 'that' would be why I won't feed from him." I gave her my best
disarming smile.

"Thank you. Sorry I went off. I can't imagine what it's like for you...
actually knowing what he's thinking. Ew."

"Eh... it's okay." I knew there had to be some personal history there as
well, but didn't want to pry. Even if Dad hadn't warned me that Mr. Dara
gave him bad vibes and to be "careful," I would have picked up on it
right away. Physically he was hot as hell, but seeing inside his head
made it clear that he was most definitely not worth it. I kinda felt bad
for anyone I pointed him to, but reminded myself all I did was point out
where there was interest. The decision to follow through was totally up
to them.


*   Scene 3   *
Introducing: Calvin Barker

"Good luck today! I know you've got this, buddy!" Mason yelled as he
closed the door.

I took a deep breath and continued pulling the bedding off the couch. The
couch where I'd been sleeping the last couple days. Damn, I hope it goes
well. If not, this was all a very expensive waste of time.

"Well, at least I got to reconnect with Mason," I said to the empty
apartment. All things considered, Mason wasn't doing so bad. He wasn't
the most stellar performer in our culinary class, but at least he had a
job and a place to call home. Unlike me.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to check on who was
calling before I accepted.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey back, sport. You ready?"

"As ready as I'm going to get. Nervous..."

"You'll do great. I have a brilliant son who makes the very best food,
ever!"

"Thanks, Dad. I think you might be biased."

"Never! Food is too important to mess with. I have a good feeling about
this one, and while it's not sunny California, the cost of living means
you can buy some sun lamps."

I laughed and felt a little better. "Well, we can thank Mason. If he
hadn't heard about the opening, I'd still be out there bemoaning how
unfair the universe was and wondering which bridge to sleep under."

"Exaggerate much? You'll do great. I'm just excited you'll only be a
couple hours away. My offer still stands - when you find a place I'll
come help get you moved in and fix up anything that needs fixing."

"Thanks, Dad. Let's hope that happens. Anything new at home?"

The silent pause told me all I needed to know.

"No." Dad's voice sounded so sad. "I hate to say it sport, but I think
I'm about done."

"Dad, please don't throw away thirty years of marriage over me."

"Hey. This one isn't about you. You coming out was something to celebrate
and don't you ever think otherwise. Just happened to shine a light on
some cracks that have been building for a long time."

"I love you, old man."

"Love you too, sport. Knock 'em dead." The call ended, and I slid the
phone back into my pocket. It was time to get ready.

By the time I was on the road, I was still early so decided to take what
appeared to be the scenic route around the lake. On the side where I was
staying, things looked pretty old and run down, but the lake was
beautiful and shimmered in the morning sun.

As I got closer to Bacchus Springs, things started to change. There were
hiking and bike trails and rental cabins. A few boat launches and the
road had gone from gravel to smooth pavement. Guess there wasn't any
doubt where the money was. I saw the huge sign and entrance to the
Resort. Wow. The approach drive was landscaped with plantings and flowers
and made it clear to me, this was a place I'd never be able to afford.
Signs directed me to the parking area for check-in. That's where I was
supposed to go for the interview.

I felt sorta bad leaving my old Honda in their lot. It looked very out of
place next to all the luxury cars polished and shining like gems. There
was a real fancy circle drive and covering for arriving guests. The place
was old-world charm, a huge Victorian clapboard in bright white with
green awnings and huge wrap around porches looking out on a perfect green
lawn and the lake beyond.

"Welcome to the Resort and Spa. Checking in?" the handsome young guy
asked as he opened the huge door for me.

"Uh, no. Interviewing."

"Good luck." The guy smiled and I had to remind myself not to stare. He
was well packed and had that guy next door appeal.

When I stepped inside, I just stopped and stared. It was old-world
elegant, but everything looked brand, sparkling new and too expensive to
touch. I gripped my messenger bag and forged on. I spotted the concierge
desk and figured that was as likely a place to start as any.

"Good morning," the older gentleman said looking up with a smile. He had
a thick accent and was decked out in a perfectly tailored suit with
bright tie and matching pocket square. His name badge said "Guiseppe."

"Morning. I'm here to interview for the Chef position. Do you happen to
know where I'm to check in?"

"Of course sir, candidates sign in at the front desk. Jon or Kristen will
have the forms for you and assist."

"Um, thanks." I turned and looked to where he had pointed. There was a
huge dark wood table in the center of the space with a floral arrangement
bigger than me. On the other side, I could see the carved, dark wood
counter.

As I approached, I saw two people working at the desk. The young woman
was in a dark suit with her blond hair pulled up in a neat wrap and
absolutely flawless makeup. The other guy had his back to me putting
stuff in the old-fashioned key boxes behind the counter. He was wearing
an honest to god morning suit, complete with tails. I couldn't tell much
other than he had dark silky waves down to his collar and looked very
fit. Too bad his ass was hidden by the suit.

"Good morning. I'm here to check in for an interview."

"Hey, welcome." The young woman said. "Jon can take care of you."

"One second," the man said finishing up whatever he was doing. Then he
turned and looked at me - full on attention - and I forgot how to
breathe. I'm not really sure how long I stared with my mouth hanging open
like a fool. But it was too long. He was... fucking gorgeous. Like a
Greek model who stepped off the pages of my DNA Magazine.

"How can I help you?" Jon asked - that's what was on his gold badge - he
gave me a brilliant smile that seemed to jar my brain out of my dick.

"Uhhhhh... yeah. I have an interview for the Chef position."

"Cool, one second and I'll pull your file. Name, please?"

His eyes were so dark they were black and he had the longest, sexiest
eyelashes I'd ever seen on a dude. His lips were pink and full and so
fucking kissable I wanted to die right there.

"Name?"

"Oh, yeah, um... Calvin, Calvin Barker with a 'B.'"

He gave me a curious look and then leaned over a little. "Calvin, please
breathe. You're going to be fine. Nothing to be nervous about, you'll do
great. I can't have you passing out and missing this chance, okay?" His
voice was like velvet as he spoke low, just for me. Those eyes digging
into my soul and making me want to weep.

I closed my eyes and counted my breaths in and out. Not looking at him
helped a little, but my memory was good. I still saw him in my mind. I
felt a little better and opened my eyes to see him looking through a huge
stack of brightly colored folders.

"Oh, shit... that many?" I muttered to myself, or so I thought.

"Ha ha. Quit worrying. These are for all the positions, not just yours.
See, your stack is red. There are three, so keep breathing," Jon said
giving me another one of those smiles. God, I wish he'd stop, or I was
going to do something more embarrassing.

"Thank you."

"Here we go." He flipped open the folder and pulled out some forms then
put them on a clipboard and handed it to me along with a pen. "Go ahead
and fill these out and then bring them back when you're done. I'll let
the Executive Chef know you've arrived. There is one candidate ahead of
you already waiting." He pointed me to the lobby with couches and chairs
that looked too good to sit on.

"Okay." I found a seat and noticed another man with a similar clipboard.
He looked like a blond California surfer, goodness knows I'd seen enough
of them, though I wasn't pretty enough to date any. I am so screwed, he's
pretty, I'm plain. He looks like you could bounce coins off his abs, I
could fill in for a doughboy. I watched him walk his forms back to the
desk and tried to convince myself to go through with it anyway.

He swaggered back and dropped onto the couch across from me. I could feel
his gaze even though I was doing my best to ignore him. Fill out the damn
forms and get this over with, I told myself.

"Biff, Biff Calloway?" A deep voice called.

"Here," surfer boy said standing.

Biff? Really? Is that even a name? I turned to see who had called him and
bit my lip to stop the sounds building in my throat. A dark, Indian man,
also in a morning suit had his hand extended. Geez, he's a hunk. The suit
couldn't hide that the man was stacked and the face and perfectly trimmed
beard... What is with this place? They only hire models or what? I
watched as they shook hands and then started back toward the desk. When
dark and sexy grabbed Biff's ass in a squeeze I almost bit a chunk out of
my lip.

I closed my eyes and returned to counting breaths in and out. I finished
the forms and walked them back to Jon. He took it and made some checks in
the folder and then closed it up. "Thank you, might as well have a seat
until you're called. There's coffee, juice, and pastries in the alcove to
the left. Help yourself."

"Thanks, I guess he just got started so it will be a while."

Jon gave me a confused look then a weird expression. "Oh. Yeah... the
order might have changed. Shouldn't be too long." He glanced toward the
door where hunk and surfer boy had gone.

I got a water and sat back down, staring out at the view. Conversation at
the front desk drew my attention, and I saw a woman in a chef's smock
speaking to Jon and Kristen. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but
she didn't seem to be happy. Then they all turned and looked at me.

The woman approached with purpose. I would guess forties, but it's hard
to tell sometimes, especially when she was a "full-bodied" woman. Her
dark hair was pulled back and I was pretty sure by the smock and badge,
she was the Executive Chef.

"Mr. Barker?"

"Yes, ma'am." I extended my hand for a firm shake.

"Welcome to Bacchus Springs Resort and Spa. I'm Martha Kapshaw, the
Executive Chef for the Resort and Dion's."

"Pleased to meet you."

"You ready to talk to me?"

"Of course, but there was a gentleman here before me."

"Oh, him? Don't worry, I want to talk with you first. Follow me. We'll
talk in my office, they're already getting the dining room ready for the
lunch crowd." She led me back through the door marked "Staff Only" that
the others had passed through. It was a fairly wide hallway with offices
on either side. We'd only gone a short way when I heard them.

"Oh! Fuck yes! God, it's so fucking big. Yes, yes. Harder! Oh,
fuuuuccccckkkk meeeee."

I felt the blood rush to my face and tried to hurry past the door. There
was no way she hadn't heard it too. It was disturbingly loud and really
clear.

Ms. Kapshaw held open a door much farther down the hallway and gave me a
weak smile as she ushered me in.

"My apologies, Mr. Barker. You really shouldn't have been subjected to
that."

"S' okay," I stuttered. Not sure what else I could say.

She sat down at her desk and pulled open my folder. I saw a smile light
her face and she looked at me. "Well, damn. That's a great start. Jon
likes you."

"Pardon?"

She waved her hand at me dismissively. "Oh, nothing to worry about. If
you end up working here, it will all make sense. So, you're relocating
from California? Why would you do that?"

I couldn't help but laugh. I liked the direct and to the point delivery.
"One it's friggin' expensive. Two, the restaurant I've been working for
the last several years closed. The property was bought by some big
developer and the owners decided to retire. I could have looked for
another gig there, but I'm not rich enough or pretty enough. I'm gay by
the way. If it makes a difference, I'd rather get it out of the way now.
I'm not hiding it anymore."

"Pfft. Hardly a problem here." She sat back and stared at me a minute,
tipping her head. "No, won't be a problem at all. How'd you hear about
this place? We're a bit off the beaten path."

"Oh, my roommate from college is an assistant chef at Reggie's in
Portersville. He saw the posting and told me about it."

"Reggie's? Oh, god, that man's an ass. I feel sorry for your friend.
Their food is crap and they buy the cheapest outdated stuff they can.
Okay... that's no bearing on you. So let's talk food."

An hour and a half later my throat was raw from talking, and I was in a
full apron leaning against the prep station trying to catch my breath.
Nowhere was it mentioned that I'd be doing a live example of my skills.
She'd taken me into the kitchen after the normal questions were done and
started grilling me on what I'd use for this and how would I do that.

"Mr. Barker. I like you. I think you'd be a great addition to my team. If
we can work out a good offer, when could you start?"

"Um..." My brain shut down. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be.
"Tomorrow?"

"How about the day after. I want you to pick up a uniform, smocks, and
some good shoes if you don't already have them. Now, let's go talk
money."

Thirty minutes later I was walking back through the door into the lobby.
Offer in hand and feeling totally stunned.

"How'd it go?" Jon asked from behind the desk.

I was still too in awe to be affected by him. "I... I um... got the job."

"Awesome! Congratulations."

"Shit, now I have to find a place to live, figure out where they sell the
uniforms, and I gotta call Dad."

"Calvin?"

"Yeah." I looked up realizing I was standing there just staring at the
letter in my hand. Jon beckoned me over to the desk with a crooked
finger.

"We need to work on your breathing. You look a little shell-shocked,
drink some water."

He handed me a small bottled water. I took a sip and tried to calm down.
This was a good thing, I shouldn't be so rattled. Oh, shit, what about
the other candidates.

"Did that other guy interview too?" I asked.

Jon rolled his eyes and laughed. "I guess you could say that. But he
didn't get the chef's job, you did. The third candidate interviewed
yesterday. You have a place to live yet?"

"Mason said I can sleep on his couch until I get my first check. I've got
a bit saved up and I'm sure he'd help me find something. Maybe in his
building."

"Where's that?"

"Portersville," I said and saw the immediate look of distaste on Jon's
face.

"No. Not Portersville, not a good place for you - bunch of conservative
homophobes. I'll ask around and see what I can find. You need to be in
Bacchus Springs."

"Sorry dude, I don't think I can afford Bacchus Springs." I couldn't
imagine how that was possible and I was also a little thrown by the
"homophobe" comment. I'd told Martha I was gay but I didn't think he
could know. I wasn't that obvious was I?

"Sure you can. It's not all like the Resort. Give me your number and I'll
text you or give you a call when I've got options."

"Why are you helping me?"

He held out his hand and rolled his eyes. I gave my phone over and
watched him enter his contact info. He held it up and took a selfie -
adding it to the contact info. He then sent himself a text. "Wouldn't
want you to ignore my call because you didn't know who I was. And... I'm
helping you because I want to."

"Well, thanks."

"I'll see you this weekend. I'm off the next two days, but I'll be back
on Saturday. Maybe we can do lunch sometime?"

"Sure, I'd like that."

I walked out to the car still feeling a little stunned. I turned back to
look at the Resort and couldn't believe my luck. I had a job and maybe a
new friend. Fucking SCORE! I jumped pumping my fist into the air. Okay,
shoes, uniform...


*   Scene 4   *
Jon Martinez

I couldn't help but smile as I saw Calvin do a leap pumping his fist in
the air. I wasn't sure who to call, but I knew folks would help, now I
just had to find out which ones.

"He didn't really strike me as your type, Casanova." Kristen was leaning
on the counter, arms crossed and skeptical look marring her pretty face.

"Not everyone is looking for conquests, Kristen. I liked him and 'I'
happen to think he'll make an awesome friend."

"I thought you only picked up thoughts about sex and lust?"

"Those are the easiest but I'm starting to get other strong emotions too.
He's a sweet guy and was actually concerned about that blond getting a
chance to interview."

Kristen snorted. "Slut-boy? Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. Hey, Martha's coming..." I warned since Kristen had her back
turned.

"Thank you, Jon. That man is going to be great. Creative, good skills,
and knows his way around the kitchen just like the CV implied." Martha
was talking before she even reached the counter.

"I'm glad it worked out."

"If you didn't pick up on it, he's also gay and out. We need to keep him
away from you know who," Martha said glancing over her shoulder to the
staff area.

"He's not interested. Not 'pretty' or built enough for his tastes." I
hated to even put it in words. Calvin deserved so much better.

"Not yet. Get him settled here and my bet is someone finds his inner
queen and blossoms. I've seen it happen time and time again."

"Dara sure seemed to enjoy your other applicant," Kristen said.

Martha sighed. "Yes, as we ALL heard. Well, it saved me the time and
energy of interviewing him. Obviously, his priorities were focused
outside the kitchen. How'd he take it when you sent him home?"

"Oh, I made Jon do it. He's prettier," Kristen said winking at me.

"He was confused and disappointed, but he didn't make any connection
between his rejection and fucking the General Manager when he was
supposed to be interviewing."

"I noticed you'd put an 'X' on his check sheet, so you already saw
something that made you think he wasn't a good fit," Martha said.

"Yeah."

"Thank you, Jon. I think I'll make sure to schedule any future interviews
when you're working. Now, back to Calvin. He's got potential, we just
need to get him connected."

"Actually, you or Kristen might be able to help me start on that," I
said. "He's staying in Portersville and I told him I'd help him find a
place here."

"Ha. Good job. My partner's a Real Estate agent, I'll get her card and
leave it with you. I'll give her a heads up tonight on what we need and
how important this one is. She'll figure out a way to make it work."

"Thanks, Martha." I watched as she headed back through the lobby to the
restaurant.

"Sooooo... I notice Grant came back from lunch with flushed cheeks and an
unusually large smile." Kristen started cross-checking the keys I'd set
up for the scheduled guests without looking at me as she spoke.

"Really? I hadn't noticed." A bold-faced lie. The look Grant had given me
when he was kneeling between my legs was positively precious. Like I'd
just given him the best gift ever. Wasn't what I expected for his first
taste of man seed, but whatever. He'd just given his very first blowjob
and had done an awesome job and swallowed every bit, licking me clean
like it was the most precious substance he'd ever tasted. Grant had
managed to get over half my dick in his mouth and throat and would have
eventually gotten it all if I hadn't nutted. Yeah, he was that good - he
worked faster than my mojo could open him up. Straight boy still had no
clue that I was slowly seducing him, and I'm not sure he'd have cared if
he did know.

"Okay, Jon, I have to ask. Is that just part of your power or are you
really that good?"

Aw come on, she couldn't really be asking me this, could she? Crap. "I
don't know. I didn't really have many 'experiences' prior to Bacchus
Springs. So, you know, nothing to compare it to."

Kristen grabbed my arm and turned me to face her. "Are you kidding me?
Seriously?"

"Honest. Not kidding."

"My, God! With that body and how you look? Did you live under a rock?"

"Um, no. Can we not discuss this? It's rather embarrassing," I pleaded.
Then I heard Grant greeting some incoming guests. Thank goodness.

A nicely dressed couple approached the desk. He was a good looking guy,
maybe early to mid-thirties. Average build with brown hair and blue eyes.
She looked like a snooty trophy wife, tight dress, jewelry, bottle blond
hair, and her nose so high I wondered if she found any oxygen up there. I
knew I was on point for checking them in when Kristen stepped back.

"Good afternoon, welcome to the Bacchus Springs Resort and Spa."

"Hello, checking in please for Dr. Brooks Tanner."

"Sure, one moment please and I'll pull that up," I said starting the
search for his record.

"We HAVE a reservation," the wife or I assumed it was the wife, said.

"Yes, I have it right here. Would you like to continue to use the card on
file for your deposit?"

"Yes, please," Dr. Tanner responded. He was totally checking me out. I
could feel it like a tingle on my skin.

"Okay, may I have the card and a photo ID please?"

"Why, if you have it on file do you need to see the card?" Mrs. Tanner
asked. I saw she was listed on the reservation as Tiffany.

"To cover any incidentals and to ensure the Resort is covered if there
were to be damages," I responded hoping I remembered the script
correctly. I saw Kristen give an approving nod from the corner of my eye.
I realized I could already taste the man's lust. It was sweet and almost
desperate. I sipped it in like a fine wine.

Dad and I had both been practicing on feeding without the physical.
Taking a little here and there. I wasn't to the point of satisfying the
hunger but it helped.

"Tiffany" huffed and turned away as Dr. Tanner silently mouthed an
apology.

"Are you here for the continuing education conference?" I asked as I
verified the ID and did a quick scan of his card. I gently let the lust
flow back to him, giving him a nice buzz.

"Yes. We wanted to come a couple of days early so I could get some time
to relax."

"If you're interested, we do still have Spa appointments available.
Here's your complete package. It has the conference materials plus
brochures on the Resort and Spa as well as local activities." The kits
for the attending physicians were already set up and organized by last
name so it was easy to find his.

"Do they do massages? I could really use one." Dr. Tanner gave a pleading
look.

"Sure, let me see what's available. Do you prefer a male or female
therapist?" I tried doing a little bit of push with the thought - pick
male.

"Male," Tiffany barked as if it were her decision.

Dr. Tanner shrugged and I felt bad for him. His attraction to me was
growing by the second but he didn't give Kristen a second glance. I
checked through the schedule and found one of the therapists I'd heard
the others recommending who did the services I needed.

"Bjorn has an appointment available tomorrow at one. He can do up to a
two-hour appointment, not all the therapists do those. He is also
certified in aromatherapy, hot rocks, and deep penetrating massage." 'You
really want the deep penetrating massage,' I sent with a push.

"He sounds scary," Dr. Tanner laughed. "But I guess better than a
Brunhilda or Helga, right?"

Having seen Bjorn from a distance, I wouldn't have said "scary" but
intimidating maybe. He was more of a Norse bodybuilder and ripped like
nobody's business. But I knew he was more than qualified to give Dr.
Tanner a massage with a very happy ending. Not all of the therapists did
those but I thought Dr. Tanner needed the full treatment.

"Sure, sounds good. Let's go for the full two hours. Which one of those
would you recommend?"

"I'm betting with your stress level you could really benefit from the
deep penetrating massage. That okay with you?" This man needed some
balls. I knew he'd already taken my suggestion but wasn't able to speak
up for himself. Fine, I siphoned off more of his lust and fed it back.
'You are going to absolutely love the massage, it will totally relax you
and having Bjorn fuck you into the massage table will be the best thing
ever.'

"Yeah. That works," Dr. Tanner said.

"Is this Bjorn fellow available Saturday or Sunday?" Tiffany asked.

"I'm sorry, no. Bjorn is extremely popular. He's completely booked
through Monday. That was his last opening. Many of the attendees pre-
scheduled. Can I interest you in another therapist or perhaps something
tomorrow?"

"No. I prefer my own spa at home. So what am I supposed to do while
you're doing this 'thing'?" Tiffany asked glaring at her husband.

"In your packet, there is a schedule of activities for the guests not
attending the continuing education sessions. And as I mentioned,
brochures for local activities and other services."

"Guests? You mean wives. Why do people have to be so politically
correct?" Tiffany said, making it clear it wasn't actually a question.

"No, I mean guests. Many of the attending doctors are female, and while
some might have wives, I expect there are some husbands too, there are
also friends, children, siblings, and others. The CE coordinators set up
a variety of options."

Tiffany huffed. But didn't otherwise respond.

"Here are your room keys. The room number is here and this pamphlet has
the password and instructions for Wi-Fi. The elevators are through the
lobby on the left. Can I get you anything else?"

"Thank you. That's it." Dr. Tanner gave me a look like he was heading to
the gallows.

"You'll have to let me know if you enjoy the massage. I'll be here again
on Saturday."

Dr. Tanner gave me a smile and a nod as his wife dragged him off. I was
glad I'd helped a little. I'd logged into his record to put a note in the
system for Bjorn. Bacchus had thought of everything with the Resort and
Spa software and there was a special place I could let Bjorn know I'd
planted the seed and that his 'client' was need of a mind-blowing fuck.
Yes, I was going to make sure Dr. Tanner was a regular visitor to the
Resort.

Deep breath. Reminder to self, this is why Bacchus wanted me working here
at the front desk. Maybe I'd get a chance to help Dr. Tanner a little
more before he left. Maybe he could find a trophy husband to replace the
bitch.


*   Scene 5   *
Ben Donaldson

I carefully opened the door to the restroom and stepped out. I gave a
wave to the barista, Carl, who looked as confused as always when I just
appeared, coming out of the back of Beans Brew. I knew he wouldn't say
anything. We'd come to an arrangement that benefited both of us.

Carl wasn't just the barista, he also owned the coffee shop. He was an
awkward, geeky guy and had trouble getting dates - that just made it
easier. His coffee shop was in a great location and strangely enough,
open twenty-four/seven. It was the perfect spot to gate through when I
needed to be in Albany. It's not always easy to find a "door" that isn't
under video surveillance or in easy public view that won't create a
problem when I just step through out of nowhere.

Poor Carl never had a chance. But it wasn't like he didn't get anything
out of it. I was pretty sure the only action he was getting were the
blowjobs I gave him to look the other way and not ask questions. Didn't
take a big investment on my part, he rarely lasted more than a couple of
minutes. He got over me being a dude real fast when he found out how good
I was.

I stepped out onto the sidewalk and wrinkled my nose at the exhaust
fumes. I'd gotten spoiled living in Bacchus Springs which was about as
close to living in a National Park as you could get. I checked the time
and then scanned the street waiting.

I was still trying to figure out what Bacchus wanted. First, it was
seduce and expose the guy to his wife, then he all of a sudden he changed
it up. Now, it was seduce the man, get to know him, and find out what
makes him tick. What does he really want out of life? My attention was
pulled back to the street when a big late-model, silver Mercedes pulled
up to the curb.

I opened the passenger door and slid into the soft leather seat. I pulled
the door closed then leaned across and kissed the driver. A slow, tongue
infused kiss while my hand slid between his legs.

"Missed you," I purred. I knew my satyr pheromones would hit him within
seconds.

"Damn. How did I get so lucky?" Jackson Freyer said with a laugh. "Now,
buckle up."

I did so as he pulled back into traffic and then I slid my hand across
the console and began stroking his thigh. He wasn't really my type, but
Jack was attractive enough this wasn't exactly a burden. He was a suit-
type, forties, with a build and look closer to a daddy bear. Fortunately
for my tastes, the hair was in all the right places. His hair on his head
was mostly still black, and he had pale blue eyes. Jack was clean shaven,
but from the stubble, I think he could have grown an impressive beard.
His dick was average in length but thick.

"Want to grab a bite to eat? You hungry?" Jack asked.

"For that gorgeous dick, yeah. But if you want to stop for something I
guess I can wait... if I have to."

Jack squeezed my hand. "Where have you been all my life?"

I slid my hand up to his crotch and gently caressed the growing bulge.
"I'm right here, now. Doesn't that count for something?" I pulled the
zipper down in his dress slacks and slid my hand inside.

"You're going to make me wreck. Stop."

"I thought you liked me touching you?"

"Oh, baby, I do. But... Okay, fuck. Straight to the hotel."

I had him out and was gently stroking him. I'd have leaned over and gone
down on him but I "am" mortal and I wasn't sure we'd survive.

He held the door open for me at the no-tell, motel. It wasn't my kind of
place, but at least this one was clean and didn't smell bad. I stepped in
and heard him close and lock the door behind us. He was on me in seconds,
his hands and kisses everywhere at once. He pulled my shirt over my head
and worshiped my nipples before kissing me front and back.

This was his thing. He insisted on being the one to undress me and seemed
to truly love my body. He would kiss every inch of skin he uncovered
until I was naked and sprawled on the bed.

"Fuck, you are so damned beautiful, Ben." Jack stood at the foot of the
bed and stared at me like he just couldn't take it all in.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" I spread my legs and teased my hole with my
finger as he watched.

"No, baby. You are too precious to fuck. I'm going to make love to you."
Jack turned and went to the duffel he'd brought in with him. He pulled
out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube and set them on the bed beside
me. Then he undressed quickly and crawled between my legs.

"May I?"

"May you, what?" I teased.

He got a goofy grin and licked his lips. "I want to taste you."

"Mmm. All yours, Jack." The seduction had been an almost non-event. He
was out to dinner with his wife, and when he stepped into the restroom, I
was waiting. Gave him a good show at the urinal. Asked him if he'd ever
kissed a guy and then backed him up against the counter. I didn't do more
than feel him up and give him a great kiss, but it was enough. Bacchus
says he's never found a man or woman who can resist a satyr. Once my
tongue and DNA was in his mouth - he was mine.

"You are so smooth." Jack reverently took me into his mouth and sucked
me. He was still new at this and almost painfully careful with every
move. He could only get about half of me into his mouth but it was hot to
watch and he was so into it.

"I love the feel of you in my mouth and still can't believe how much I
like how you taste."

"Not as much as I like you..."

"Mmm." He licked and sucked then gently laved my balls before lifting my
legs and laying a gentle kiss on my opening. He teased the edges with
this tongue before starting a serious rimming. He licked and sucked and
did all he could to get his tongue inside me. His big arms held my legs
in a tight grip as he ate my ass. I felt the delicious tingle of his
stubble rubbing against my skin.

I didn't even try to hold back the moans of pleasure. I loved to be
rimmed and what he was missing on blowjobs, Jack more than made up for
when he was tongue fucking my man hole. He pulled back with a kiss to my
ass lips.

"So much better than eating my wife. I shouldn't even compare that sweet,
precious hole of yours to her. You are perfect." Jack leaned up and
kissed me, pressing his furry chest to mine. I wrapped my legs around him
pulling his cock against me and rubbing as best I could.

"Fuck me..." I whispered as I bit his ear.

"You do such good things for my ego."

"Mmm hmm. It will be even better when you're inside me."

I watched as he carefully pulled the condom on and used the lube to
stroke himself. Then he squirted more in his hand and began working it
into my hole. I made sure I made encouraging noises to keep him going.

He leaned in to kiss me as I reached down and helped him line up. A firm
push and he was in. There are real advantages to average sized guys. He
was thick enough to hit my prostate real nicely, but it didn't take much
prep, and there was no pain or burn getting him fully seated.

He started slow and steady, kissing me and touching me the whole time. It
was never a quick fuck with Jack. We made slow, intimate love and he
always made sure I came first. I had already decided his wife did not
deserve him.

Jackson wasn't the prettiest or most handsome man and certainly didn't
have the body or cock that made me drool just looking at it, but man,
what he did with what he had was awesome. He was going as deep as he
could, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust making me cry out in
pleasure.

"Does it really feel that good having me inside you?" he whispered.

"Fuckkkkkk. Yessssss."

He kissed me again and swallowed my cries as my orgasm overtook me and my
cock unloaded between our bodies. As soon as I relaxed again and reveled
in the feel of him sliding inside me, his pace quickened and he grunted,
squeezing his eyes closed as his body tensed and he filled the condom
inside me.

He gently withdrew and kissed me before going to the bath and bringing
back a warm washcloth to wipe me clean.

Jack kissed my forehead and smiled. "You are by far the best lover I've
ever had."

"We need to get you some more experiences, Jack."

He laughed as he took the cloth back into the bath. He returned and
spooned in behind me, hugging me to his warm body.

"Ben...."

"Hmmm?"

"Do you think maybe we could try you topping? I don't know if you do
that, but I think I'd really like to know what it's like to have you
inside me."

Whoa. Was so not expecting that. Sure that was part of the original plan,
but we'd tossed that, and now it was just about... yeah, just about
giving him what he needed. "Sure, if you want."

"It'll probably take more prep for me. I've never done it, and you are
way bigger than me."

"Not by much. And the prep is half the fun."

"I'm a big boy. I can take a little pain." He nuzzled into my neck and
squeezed me tighter.

"If there's pain we're doing it wrong. It doesn't have to hurt. That's
what the prep and foreplay is for."

"Uh huh, but I might get impatient. I can't seem to resist you and the
idea of you fucking me makes me crazy with lust."

I flipped over and faced Jack. I ran my hands up and down his back and
squeezed his meaty ass. "Really?"

He kissed me and the look in his eyes was heartbreaking. "Yeah. You make
me feel things I... just never... it's never been this good."

"Well then, strap in, baby because we're about to go for the ride of your
life." I flipped him over onto his stomach and kissed down his back then
dove into his ass like a starving man.

"OH FUCK!" Jack cried out when it registered that my face and tongue were
now buried between his ass cheeks.

I gave Jack my best rim job ever. I licked, swirled, sucked, and fingered
until the man was a simpering mess. I lubed up a couple fingers and began
working his special spot as my tongue continued to tease his opening.

"Oh, God. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Please, Dan. Please, I want you in me so bad.
Just fuck me already!"

"Not yet, handsome. You can still form sentences so obviously, you're not
ready."

Jack whimpered into the pillow. I thought he might actually cry as I
continued opening him up. Three fingers went in easily and I knew his
body was ready. I kept on rubbing his p-spot while I used my other hand
and teeth to rip open the condom. Soon I had it on and was slicked and
ready to go.

I lay down on top of him and kissed his hairline as I slid my cock up and
down his crack.

"Are you sure, Jack? Once I start, I'm not stopping until we both cum.
You won't ever be able to claim you have a virgin ass again."

"Yes, please," Jack groaned into the pillow, barely audible.

I positioned myself and slowly slid the head of my cock past the tight
ring. It was snug and warm. I held for a moment and Jack lifted himself
up, taking more of me. He grunted and pushed back even more.

"Steady there, big boy. There's no rush."

"Want all of you, fuck you feel so amazing."

Jack was a natural. His body had completely relaxed and opened for me so
sliding the rest of the way was a gentle glide. His body seemed to melt
under mine, and he let out a huge sigh.

"You're so good, baby. My, God, what have I been missing all these
years?"

I started going deep and long, keeping a steady, slow rhythm. I had no
doubts his body was responding as he started pushing back with each
thrust to make sure I went deeper. Soon he was panting and squeezing me,
and then I felt his muscles flex and his ring tighten around me as he had
what I figured was his first, hands-free orgasm. He gasped and cried out
as he pumped his seed onto the bed.

"That's it, cum for me. Show me how much you like having my cock up
inside you." The pressure of him squeezing was too much and I was quickly
dumping my own load and filling the condom. I rode it out and pulled out
when he collapsed on to the bed.

I figured the least I could do was show him the same courtesy he'd shown
me. I got up and tied off the condom, throwing it the trash. Then went in
and got the water running until it was nice and warm to soak the cloth.

I carefully washed Jack and the spilled seed on the bed. I moved him over
to a dry spot then came back and lay down beside him.

"How was it?"

"Fucking amazing. Thank you." Jack kissed me on the nose and then lay
down on his back staring at the ceiling. "Tell me, Ben, what do you want
to do with your life?"

"Still working on it. I'm a business major but haven't decided what to do
with it. How about you. Did you always want to be a Real Estate mogul
when you grew up?"

"Ha. No. Still don't want to be one. I got dragged into this life when I
got married." Jack now looked a little sad.

"But you're loaded and you've got a great car. What's not to love?"

"You are so young. Trust me, things aren't always what they appear to
be."

"So, tell me." I turned on my side and put my hand on his chest running
my fingers through his fur.

"Yes I'm very good at my job and I've made them a shit-ton of money. All
of which they've blown through. The firm is my father-in-law's. I'm
officially just an employee even though I've brought in almost all the
legitimate revenue. And now I'm betting they'll be bankrupt within
months."

"I'm sorry." I really had no idea what else to say, and I'd need to let
Bacchus know whoever did the research on Jack messed up.

"At least the car's mine. I bought it outright and it's in my name only.
I've also managed to save a good bit."

"Won't they take it if you declare bankruptcy?"

"As an employee, they won't come after me and while my wife is a partial
owner, our prenup legally established that what's hers is hers. We don't
even share a bank account."

"Sounds sorta cold to me."

"Yeah, it should. Never thought that shitty deal would work in my favor."

"So she's not loaded?"

"Nope. And I hope you weren't thinking I could be your sugar daddy 'cause
I've got to work for a living. She and her daddy spent every cent."

"What will you do?" I asked as I played with his nipples, seeing if I
could get them hard.

"You're making it difficult to think..."

"Good. You were saying?" I got my finger wet and started teasing the hard
nib.

"I was thinking of buying a restaurant. I've always wanted to run an
upscale bar and restaurant. Sort of my dream. Can't even say why..." He
reached down and adjusted his now growing erection.

"So is that what you and your wife are going to do?"

"Heh heh. No. It's what I was planning to do. I think once the folks come
in and start checking dear old dad's books my wife will be in a shit-load
of trouble and probably end up in jail. As will the old shyster. I was
looking at a place, but when I checked it out further this week, it won't
work."

"I'm sorry, why?" I leaned over and sucked his nipple into my mouth.

Jack growled. "You're making this tough. Because the place needed a lot
more work than I expected and could afford. I could buy it but it needs
so much work... there's just no way. Place needs to be completely gutted.
Not sure what I'll do."

"So does that mean we don't have to keep hiding?" I waggled my eyebrows
and gave my best leer.

Jack sighed. "I'm sorry, baby. No. Until things shake out, I have to be
super careful and not give any reason to be held at fault if we end up in
a divorce. If I keep it clean and she gets charged, I can request a nice
neat separation. I walk away, she gets nothing, and my reputation is
still good."

"When that happens, let's celebrate." I crawled on top of him and rubbed
my ass against his swollen dick.

"Deal!" He rolled over carrying me with him until he was on top and
kissing me while pressing us together.


*   Scene 6   *
David Martinez

I loved the feel of his warm firm globes in my hand as my tongue teased
his swollen ass lips, tasting my own seed I'd deposited not long ago. I
licked, sucked, and rimmed the smooth hole. At least now I wasn't in
danger of dying.

They make things look so easy in the porn videos, sure go down on a guy
in the shower with water pounding in your face - and friggin drown
yourself. Fortunately, I just choked and coughed a little until I used
Matthew's beautiful muscled body to block the spray. I turned him and
took the thick nine-inch cut beast into my mouth.

"Oh, God. I swear, David, there's nothing left. I'm dry," Matthew moaned.

I sucked him deep until he was hard again then kissed up his prominent
Adonis belt to his abs and then up his chest until I was sucking on one
of his man tits. When I felt him starting to wobble, I released it with a
quick lick and kissed him.

I reached behind him and turned off the water, before grabbing a towel. I
gently dried him off, admiring how sexy he was.

"I am going to owe Dean for the next fifty years," Matthew muttered.
"Love being the relief fuck for you..."

"Heh, heh. I love it too." I helped him sit on the shower bench while I
dried off. His eyes tracked every movement and he looked mesmerized when
I dried off my cock and balls. "You still in there?"

"Not sure..."

I extended a hand and pulled him to his feet. "Let's put you back in
bed." I guided him toward the oversized king bed, pulling back the covers
and tucking him in.

"Should go..."

"You're in no condition to even move. Just sleep. You can stay in bed all
day or if you get hungry help yourself to whatever you want. If you're
still in bed when I get home from work, I'll wake you up in the very best
way," I teased him.

Matthew moaned into the pillow but didn't move. By the time I got to the
doorway, he was asleep. I looked across the hall and saw Jon's door
slightly ajar. I peeked in and saw Blaze splayed out on the bed. His pale
skin contrasted against Jon's dark blue sheets. His back and the top of
his ass was uncovered. I quietly snuck in and pulled the sheet and light
blanket up over his back. Of course, I took a moment to stare at his
scrumptious, pale bubble butt. Then reminded myself I shouldn't be
greedy. I'd had Matthew in my bed every night this week.

When I got downstairs, I could smell the coffee and smiled. Jon was at
the breakfast bar eating cereal in his running shorts.

"Morning. You're up early," I said as I poured myself a cup. "Thanks for
making coffee. Where's Jake?"

"He had to open this morning. I couldn't go back to sleep after he left
and I didn't want to disturb Blaze. Jake and I kept him up pretty late.
I'm going for a run then head over to the gym for a workout. Eventually,
I'll figure out a routine, but I figure there's no excuse on my day off.
I don't have anything else until the haircut you scheduled for me."

"We probably need to send Blaze and Matthew home to rest a bit. I think
we've worn them out. I'm not sure it's good to feed from them as much as
we did this week."

Jon sighed. "Yeah. We need to find more guys." He turned and looked at me
plaintively. "But Blaze and Matthew are like my favorites."

"Agree. But if Bacchus hadn't been in the office every day this week and
you hadn't found that porter, I'm not sure they'd have made it this far."

"What's up with Dean? He didn't show again last night."

"He called and we talked."

"That's not an answer, Dad."

"I'm not sure. He sounds terrible but he swears he's just busy and has to
do some things. That it has nothing to do with me. He's been texting me
he loves me several times a day. But I miss him."

"Ethan hasn't been over either. It's just strange. Do we need to stop
over, maybe do an 'intervention'?" Jon asked.

"Let's give him another day. He's at work anyway. Maybe we'll see them
over the weekend."

I grabbed a quick breakfast and headed into work. Mrs. Cokesbury wasn't
at her desk yet. Praise the Lord for small miracles. I patted myself on
the back for restraining myself from killing her. If I made it through
today, that was five in a row.

I pulled up email and decided I needed a cup of coffee. We had a pretty
nice break room with full coffee service, so that's where I headed.

"Good morning, David." Barbara, Bacchus's assistant, was there making a
cup of tea.

"Good morning. How are you and the big guy doing this morning?"

"I'm especially good. 'Big Guy' is playing hooky today. So I might
actually get some work done."

"Well... I hope you have a great day."

"You too, sweet cheeks." Barbara swatted my ass on the way by.

I leaned my forehead on the cabinet and gave myself a moment. So
different from the firm. So different. Not that it wasn't nice being
appreciated and all, but it was going to take me a while to adjust. Oh
crap. I realized that if Bacchus was out today that meant I had to feed
from someone else.

I returned to my office. "Good Morning, Mrs. Cokesbury."

"Morning," she huffed giving me a look like I'd just tracked mud on her
floor.

I worked through my email and was encouraged when HR confirmed that we'd
already received a number of applicants for the new positions I'd posted.
Email sure beat the days of sending everything snail mail.

"Mr. Martinez," Mrs. Cokesbury called opening the door and stepping in -
of course she didn't knock.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Pappetti wants to know if you have some time he could speak with
you?"

"Uh... sure." Would have been nice if I had any clue who Mr. Pappetti
was, but I guess it didn't really matter. I stood and walked toward the
door as Mr. Pappetti stepped in.

"Louis Pappetti, I manage the Real Estate Group." His eyes trailed down
my body and I saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed.

"David Martinez, I used to be a lawyer."

Louis laughed and shook my hand. "Yes, I understand. Trust me, all the
senior staff has been through that adjustment. Um, Bacchus asked me to
stop by this morning and go over a couple things." He held my hand a
little longer than customary and the look in his eyes was wanton. I knew
if I looked down at his crotch he'd be tenting.

"Sure. What do you have for me?" His thought immediately echoed in my
head.

'My ass.'

I sat down on one of the club chairs trying to keep a poker face and
pointed to the seating area for Louis to choose a spot. He was a handsome
silver fox - but I wasn't sure about age. The face looked much younger
than the hair would indicate. He was about my height, slender, with
silver and slate gray hair in a stylish cut, glasses, pale blue-gray
eyes, and a form-fitting European suit. More importantly, he was into me
enough that I could smell and taste his lust - ass comment aside. It hit
me that Bacchus was out today, maybe he'd sent Mr. Pappetti with the
intent of solving my feeding problem.

"First I wanted to introduce myself. I'll be bringing you a number of
sales agreements to review as we close some deals. Can't tell you how
nice it will be not to have to deal with the old law firm. They often
added weeks to my turn-around and way more headaches than I needed."

"I'll certainly do my best. We're planning to hire some additional
attorneys so it won't just be me."

"Good to know. I just have two specific things for today. Bacchus asked
me to talk to you about getting an apartment in New York. I understand
you'll be spending some time going back and forth and he thought it would
be a good investment if we just found a condo that any of our people
could use when needed. So what's your preference on location?"

"Most of my time will be in mid-town, Park Avenue area. But I'm familiar
with the subway and bus routes. I still have my MetroCard."

"Okay, I'll get started and see what we can find. Second is something you
need to do for me. I need you to check out Bart's Barn and let me know
what you think. If it gives you any ideas," Louis said.

"Bart's Barn? What is that?" Didn't sound like my kind of place. I
noticed Louis seemed to be getting antsy and kept adjusting how he was
seated. He seemed to be getting more nervous by the second.

"Um... at the moment... um... a worn down, mediocre restaurant. We've
made an offer for the place."

"Oh." I realized it must be the restaurant Bacchus had been talking
about. "Where is it?"

"Are you familiar with Duncan's, the Truck Stop?" Louis's voice cracked a
couple times while he spoke.

"Yeah, I've been there."

"You... oh, God," Louis whimpered. "Um, you... you go past Duncan's under
the underpass... you... um... can't miss it. Just on the other side of
the underpass. Goodness, it's warm in here." He took off his jacket and
laid it on the back of the couch beside him.

"Louis, are you okay? Do you need some water?" I stood up and moved over
to him.

"Oh, God. You're worse than his satyrs."

I decided that privacy might be good at this point so went over and
peeked out the office door. Thank goodness, Mrs. Cokesbury seemed to have
stepped away. I closed the door and threw the lock - something I'd
requested be added earlier in the week.

"Talk to me, Louis." I knelt down in front of the couch and put my hand
on his knee.

"Bacchus... he um... said we had what each other needed. I drank the
potion, just like he said I had to. He said that I should..."

"That you should what? What potion?" I tried using the voice I used on
Jon when he was upset. Calm and even, a little deeper and softer than my
normal speaking voice.

"I should give myself to you. I need to be fucked... so bad... please..."

I sat back on my heels. What the hell had happened to the reserved,
professional that had walked into my office? Louis's reaction didn't make
sense.

"Louis, what potion?"

"Don't know. He handed me a tiny vial and said that I had to drink it
right before I talked to you. I had to. He said."

Crap, sure sounds like compulsion to me. Shit, Bacchus what are you up
to? Louis's eyes had glazed and he was now rubbing his hands down the
inside of his thighs and moaning as he arched his back.

"Please...." Louis pleaded.

My instincts - newly powered by Greek god mojo - were telling me that
Louis was gone. So deep in lust from whatever had been in the vial,
Bacchus gave him, that there were no other options. I didn't have to
seduce him or use my powers of compulsion on him, he was already there. I
slid my hands up the starched dress shirt and felt the firm pecs
underneath. His nipples hardened and showed through the white cotton. I
teased them and Louis threw his head back and moaned louder. I loosened
and removed his tie then began unbuttoning the shirt.

Damn, he was ripped. I decided Louis was younger than I thought given the
hard body hiding under the fancy suit. Guess he was 'prematurely' gray. I
licked up his abs and nibbled on his tit. They weren't big but were as
hard as rocks and seemed to be sensitive enough to make the guy buck
every time I nibbled one.

I slipped off his shoes and helped him slide off his slacks. Another
surprise was the sexy pair of "Obviously" brand red bikini briefs. His
dick was straining the ample pouch as it tried to escape. I slid off the
briefs and brought them to my nose and inhaled. I could smell his scent
from where he'd been leaking and couldn't resist sucking at the wet spot
formed from his pre-cum.

Now I had a completely naked man on my couch. His once pale eyes,
completely dark from his pupils being blown so wide. He pulled his
muscled, lean legs up and held them exposing himself to me.

I thought I should ask him if he was sure, but knew his rational mind was
gone. I wondered if this is what I was like at my initiation. I ran my
hands up his firm stomach and teased his nibs as I licked his erection.
Damn, he was hard - as if he'd been carved from marble and covered in a
thin layer of skin. I licked and teased his shaft before taking it into
my mouth as I also began to feed on his lust.

Louis wasn't as thick or long as Dean, maybe eight inches but
proportioned perfectly. I didn't even have to pause to work up to deep
throating him. Hell, if I could get all of Jon in my mouth and throat,
this was nothing. After a few minutes, I gave his cock a break and moved
to his balls. They were shaved smooth and were large and heavy with his
seed. I licked lower down his taint.

"Please... I need you to fuck me... please..." Louis moaned.

I rolled his hips up a little and kissed his tiny pucker. It was a pale
pink and as smooth as his balls. I teased it with my tongue then began
working his opening trying to get as much of my tongue inside him as I
could manage. I pulled a lube packed out of my pocket and managed to rip
it open with my teeth - squeezing it on my fingers I began working into
Louis's very tight rosebud.

"Damn, you are tight. When was the last time?"

"Years..." Louis moaned. "Please..."

"Yeah, yeah." Geez, this guy was a gonner. I finally managed to get two
fingers inside and found his prostate. That about lifted him right off
the couch. I pulled back a bit and focused on getting his hole to relax.
With a good bit of work and some strong dick-sucking I got three fingers
inside.

I pulled back and stood to start undressing. Louis's eyes were still
blown and glazed. He stared at me as I stripped. When I got down to my
underwear and started sliding it off, releasing my cock, Louis let out a
loud whimper.

"Ohhhh. Holy shit. That's fucking huge!" Louis closed his legs as if
protecting himself.

"Don't worry, Louis. You're going to love it, just relax." I used some
compulsion to help him over the hurdle. He opened his legs back up for
me, lifting his feet back up the edge of the couch and spreading his
knees wide.

"Why don't you get me wet? That will help it slide in." I could feel his
reluctance battling with the lust and whatever Bacchus had given him.
There was a part of him fighting the need to be fucked and now the desire
to take my cock into his mouth.

"Just kiss it. Start there." I pushed expecting it to override that
hesitation.

Louis lowered his feet to the floor and leaned forward. He wrapped a hand
around my shaft and looked up at me.

"That's it," I encouraged.

He leaned forward and kissed the tip, my pre-cum moistening his lips. He
looked up at me again licking it in, tasting me. "Mmm." He closed his
eyes and leaned forward opening his mouth and taking the head into his
mouth. He licked and sucked getting more of my pre-cum.

After only a minute of sucking on the head, he was taking me in further,
stroking with his hand while he tried to get as much of me in his mouth
as he could. My new powers allowed him to open his jaw wide enough to
take it. He let the spit collect on my cock, taking my meat into his
throat as his eyes teared and his nose ran. When he saw I was slick with
his saliva, he sat back and pulled his legs up again offering himself.

I knelt and put my dick to his hole, pushing until the head popped
through the tight outer ring. Louis's eyes went wide and he gripped the
couch as I breached his entrance. I slid my hands over his chest and
started teasing his nipples.

"Watch me slide inside you, Louis. It's a beautiful site. Look." My dark
cock contrasted perfectly with his pale white skin. His ass lips
stretching tightly around my thick shaft. I fed on his lust and gave him
a moment to adjust before pushing in farther.

"Ugggghhhh. Fuck, it's so huge." Louis squeezed his eyes closed gripping
the couch cushion even tighter.

"Keep watching, Louis. It's all going to be inside you. Every inch of my
cock filling your hot, tight ass." I pulled out a little then slid back
in, going deeper. My magic opening up his body.

Louis reached for his cock to stroke it.

I grabbed his hand and put it on my chest. "No, Louis. That's mine. You
can play with your tits or touch me, but that's off limits."

Louis reached up and cupped my pecs before pinching and teasing my
swollen nipples. "Mmm. That's the way. I like that Louis."

His body had relaxed and I was almost all the way seated in his tunnel.
He felt so good.

"Oh, fuck. It's all the way in..." he gasped.

"Mmm hmm. Can you feel it inside you?"

"God, yes. So full... oh, fuck that feels good."

It was time to start pushing the lust back into him. He was feeding me
very well and I wasn't sure how much I could hold. Now that his body was
on board and the pesky little voice had gone away I was also getting a
much better sense of the man. He really needed this fuck, needed some
barriers broken down so he could enjoy himself the way he was born to be.

"Now that we've got you opened up, let's try a different position." I
pulled out and shifted him so he was bent over the arm of the couch and
then pushed back in taking him from behind. I leaned over his back and
reached around gripping his inner thighs and spreading him wider so I
could go deeper. Then I moved my hands up and found his tits again. No
doubt they'd be sore when we were done.

"Tell me how much you want this, Louis."

"Yes, please. Keep fucking me. I love having that monster cock up my ass.
Fuck you feel good."

"This is what you've always wanted, Louis. I know how much you love being
the lady's man and fucking all those horny wives in town. Filling their
cunts with your seed when their husbands aren't home. But we both know
that's not what you really want."

"No... it is... I like..." Louis's words came out barely above a whisper
and didn't have much enthusiasm.

"What you really want is for those husbands to fuck you instead of their
wives. You'd love to have all those cocks up this tight ass, filling you
with their seed. Confessing to you how much better a fuck you are.
Tighter, hotter, better at getting them off. Able to deep throat their
cocks and give them the blowjobs their wives can't."

"No..."

"Oh, yes. I'm in your head, Louis. You can't lie to me. You don't want
all those women. You want their men."

"You were hoping they'd catch you, maybe punish you by forcing themselves
on you so you could say it wasn't your fault. But you don't have to do
that. I can make sure you get as much cock as your man pussy can handle."

I started feeding the lust back into Louis. I didn't need to top of his
desire or wish to be fucked or suck dick. It was already there, I just
needed him to accept it and stop deceiving himself. I wasn't going to
force him to out himself or tell anyone. But he couldn't lie to Bacchus
or his servants. He could no longer deny his need.

I was deep dicking him pretty strongly now, making sure he was well
prepared for any dicks to follow. Louis would have no trouble taking the
biggest of us and would enjoy every thrust. I pulled out and smacked his
smooth white ass. It was as toned and hard as the rest of his body. An
ass I knew my fellow servants would enjoy.

I pulled out and moved over sitting down on the couch, scooting my hips
forward and spreading my legs. "Come here and ride me, Louis. I want to
see you fuck yourself on my cock."

Louis straddled my hips and slowly lowered himself, impaling his tight
ass on my erection.

"Damn, your body is so hard. You don't have an extra ounce anywhere. You
are going to be a very popular man, Louis. You can trust me, Louis." I
said with a push of compulsion. "I'll take very good care of you."

"Ohhhh, fuck." Louis threw his head back and cried out as his hips
finally came to rest against me. My cock fully buried inside his body.

I poured in more lust to feed his need, speaking directly into his mind.
'You'll never deny yourself this pleasure again, Louis. This amazing man
hole of yours was made for being fucked. You need this. You need man seed
as if it were your life's essence.'

"So... full. I can feel you so far inside me..." He ground his hips into
me making my cock ream out his guts.

"That's the way it should be, Louis. Now fuck yourself. Fuck yourself
hard. I want you to feel this for days and remember how good my cock felt
in your hole. I want you to dream of me fucking you again, splitting you
open and filling you with my seed. Slam yourself down on my prick. Punish
your cunt with my thick rod pounding into you. Make your pussy pay for
denying you this pleasure all these years." I could see the pressure from
my cock making the walls of his abdomen bulge.

Louis started riding me like a wild man. He reached for his cock and I
smacked his hand away.

"No, Louis. Your man cunt will give you all the pleasure you could ever
want. Play with your tits while you ride me. That's the way, pull and tug
on those babies. Harder, Louis, fuck yourself harder!"

Louis slammed himself up and down on my cock, his back arching as he
twisted and pulled on his angry red nipples. From his gasps and moaning,
I knew he was close. I started meeting his thrusts, putting more power
into penetrating him deep into his core. My own orgasm was almost there.

"Fuck! FUCK!" Louis cried out as his cock fountained in a shower of white
man cream. Shot after shot of his spend hit his chest, my chest, and even
our faces. It was an incredible load. His ass tightened and twitched with
his eruption, pulling me over the edge and I filled his tight ass with an
abundant amount of love-god essence.

Louis collapsed forward gasping for breath as I claimed his mouth and
kissed him like a lover. He melted into me, my cock still filling him and
pumping out the last vestiges of my release.

"That was an amazing fuck, Louis. Thank you." I gave him another kiss and
helped him climb off. Surprisingly awkward when my dick hadn't softened.
He had to put his feet on the couch and stand up to get free.

"Oh my, god. I can't believe..." Louis's voice trembled and I could see
him shaking from the power of our fucking. I also wondered if the reality
of what he'd just done was sneaking in.

"Hey, it's all good. That was wonderful and there's nothing to regret or
feel bad about." I again resorted to using some compulsion. I'd worry
later about how easy it was becoming to fall back on that gift.

His pale blue eyes looked at me, pleading. "Are you sure?"

"Definitely." After I helped get us cleaned up, I helped him gather his
clothes and again wondered what Bacchus had given him. On this side of
things I could see that once again, Bacchus was right. What happened was
exactly what Louis needed. Might take him a little longer to see it, but
he'd come around.

I dressed keeping an eye on Louis to make sure he was okay. Once he was
fully clothed and grabbed his jacket, I grabbed him and pulled him back
in for another tongue exploring kiss.

"Just so we're clear. No hiding from me. When you want it. You tell me.
This," I said taking a firm grip on his ass. "Is mine now."

I could feel some of the tension leave his body as we broke the kiss.

"You won't tell anyone, will you? They can't know."

"Bacchus will know, but beyond him and his servants, it's our secret.
Between you and me, behind closed doors."

"Thank you. I've never in my life had an orgasm like that." Louis grabbed
me and pulled me into a hug. A quick peck on the lips and he was reaching
for the door. "Um... let me know what you think of Bart's, and I'll give
you updates on the condo soon."

"Sure, Thanks, Louis. You're welcome to stop by anytime."

I stepped out to the door with him and saw Mrs. Cokesbury giving me the
look of death.

"Is there something wrong, Mrs. Cokesbury?"

She huffed and stomped into my office. "How dare you! This is a place of
business. Not some heathen bordello! You should be arrested. Crimes
against God and nature." She pointed her finger at me and ended poking me
in the chest with each declaration.

"Stop," I said with a mental push and watched as she stilled. I closed
the door. "Look in my eyes. You will forget this ever happened. You will
have no memory of Mr. Pappetti's visit from the time the door closed when
he arrived until I opened the door for him to leave." I watched for a
reaction and other than her eyes twitching and looking a little slack-
jawed - nothing.

"Did you need something, Mrs. Cokesbury?"

She looked at me as if she'd just woken. "I'm sure I came in here for
something..." She turned and walked back to her desk shaking her head.

I was so tempted to tell her to buy herself a jumbo dildo and see if it
wouldn't be more fun than the stick she had shoved up her ass, but I
figured that might be considered an abuse of my abilities. Maybe on
Monday...

>> END CHAPTER TEN <<


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CHARACTERS / GLOSSARY:

* Bacchus - (As named by the Romans) Also sometimes known as Dionysus. He
is the Greek the god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, food and
consumption, fertility, theatre, and ecstasy and is the protector of
those who do not belong in conventional society. His wine, music, and
dance free his followers from inhibitions, self-conscious fears, and
worries to allow them to break from oppressive restraints. Legend has
that he is the son of Zeus.
* Barker, Calvin - chef at the Resort and Spa
* Brentwood, Jeff - Finance Manager at Bacchus Industries. Mid-forties,
married, three children.
* Brown, Debbie - Social Worker, sister of Megan Martinez, mother of
Oliver
* Brown, Oliver - Student, son of Debbie, cousin of Jon Martinez, nephew
of David
* Campbell, Ashley - Student, daughter of Jed and Joanna
* Campbell, Blaze - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, brother of Ashley, son
of Jed and Joanna
* Campbell, Jed - Servant of Bacchus, Sherriff, Married to Joanna, father
of Ashley
* Campbell, Joanna - Servant of Bacchus, COO of Olympus Holdings, Married
to Jed, mother of Ashley and Blaze
* Carson, Trevor - Delivery man, body builder. Moved to Bacchus Springs
to find a better home for his nephew.
* Carson, Tyrone - Student, nephew of Trevor.
* Castle, Paula - friend of Tabitha Ward.
* Cavanaugh, Josh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh
* Cavanaugh, Troy - Servant of Bacchus, Mayor of Bacchus Springs, Married
to Bobbie, father of Josh
* Cokesbury, Edith - Secretary/Assistant for David Martinez at Bacchus
Industries. Long-term employee.
* Dara, Chetana - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, daughter of Rakesh,
Sister of Sinha
* Dara, Rakesh - A servant of Bacchus, Manager of the Bacchus Springs
Resort and Spa, father of Sinha and Chetana
* Dara, Sinha, - 'Sin'- A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, son of Rakesh,
Brother of Chetana
* Devon - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus
* Donaldson, Benjamin, 'Ben', 'Benny' - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus.
College student, brother to Jake, parents are Brad and Catherine
* Donaldson, Brad - Owns the health club Mufflers, married to Catherine,
father of Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Catherine, 'Cathy' - A nurse, married to Brad, mother to
Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Jake - A servant of Bacchus, college student, brother to
Benjamin, parents are Brad and Catherine
* Freyer, Jackson - Real Estate mogul from Albany, having a fling with
Ben Donaldson. Had intended to buy Bart's Barn.
* Grendle, Archibald, tailor. Older gentlemen with a socially
unacceptable taste in sexual partners.
* Harris, Ford - Servant of Bacchus, Owner and operator of Bacchus
Construction
* Jensen, Dean - Servant of Bacchus, Investments Broker/Banker, best
friend of David Martinez, married to Kelly, father of Ethan and Emma
* Jensen, Emma - Student, daughter of Dean and Kelly, older sister of
Ethan
* Jensen, Ethan - Student, son of Dean and Kelly, younger brother of Emma
* Jensen, Kelly - Teacher, Wife of Dean and mother of Ethan and Emma
* Kapshaw, Martha - Executive Chef for Bacchus Resort and Spa as well as
Dion's.
* Ketler, Grant - bellman at Bacchus Springs Resort & Spa, rising senior
in college
* Martinez, Antonio 'Tony', Federal Employee, divorced, brother of David
and Bernardo
* Martinez, Bernardo 'Bernie', Architect, husband of Casey, father of
Liam and Noah, brother of David and Antonio
* Martinez, Casey - wife of Bernardo, mother of Liam and Noah
* Martinez, David - Servant of Bacchus, Lawyer, father of Jon
* Martinez, Jon - College student, son of David
* Martinez, Liam - Student, son of Casey and Bernardo, cousin of Jon,
older brother of Noah
* Martinez, Megan - Deceased wife of David Martinez and mother of Jon,
sister of Debbie Brown
* Martinez, Noah - Student, son of Casey and Bernardo, cousin of Jon,
younger brother of Liam
* Matthew - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus
* Pappetti, Loius - Director of Corporate Real Estate for Bacchus
Industries. Married.
* Rice, Kristen - front desk supervisor at Bacchus Springs Resort & Spa
* Rufus - Shifter and guard for Bacchus, one of Hade's junior hounds
* Russo, Bella - Baker and mother of Ronnie
* Russo, Ronnie - Servant of Bacchus, Baker and owner of Sinful Delights,
son of Bella
* Simmons, Candy - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Warren with two
teenaged children
* Simmons, Warren - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Candy with two
teenaged children
* St. Anthony's - a hospital and insane asylum outside of Bacchus Springs
* Ward, Caleb - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and younger brother
of Daniel.
* Ward, Daniel - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and older brother
of Caleb. Ward's Furniture Store.
* Ward, James - Manager of Ward's Furniture Store, son of Bartholomew,
owner of Ward's Furniture. Brother of Oscar, Phillip, and Ronald Ward.
Father of Daniel & Caleb. Wife is Tabitha.
* Ward, Tabitha - office manager of Ward's Furniture. Mother of Daniel
and Caleb and wife of James.


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