Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2020 19:32:10 -0500
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 16: Stepping Out

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 16: Stepping Out
by Tripp Savidge


*   Scene 1   *
David Martinez

I sat at the desk staring at my screen with the sinking feeling I'd
missed something-something important. It wasn't my lust, between Bacchus
and Louis, I'd fed very well, but I couldn't ignore the sense that
Bacchus had said or done something I should remember.

A soft knock sounded at the door. "Mr. Martinez?"

"Yes, come in."

"You had a couple of phone calls while you were tied up with Mr.
Pappetti."

The substitute admin was standing in my open doorway-Kelsey, that was her
name.

"Thank you, Kelsey, any messages?"

"Yes, sir. Mr. Dickson's assistant from Dickson, Ramsey, and Rider called
to confirm your appointment for ten o'clock on Friday morning. Also,
Human Resources called to let you know that they received verbal
acceptances to four of the five offers you extended." Kelsey glanced back
at the notes in her hand. "The fifth, Mr. Laurenzano is scheduled for a
follow-up visit with a real estate agent, and if you are available,
dinner with you and Mr. Bacchus. The others have visits scheduled also,
but they already gave their intent."

"Wow, that was fast." I had to wonder if Bacchus hadn't used a bit of
mojo on them. He'd already told me that he'd convinced Laurenzano to come
back and bring his wife. "Thank you, was there anything else?

"Just me." Bacchus stepped up behind Kelsey, putting his hands on her
shoulders. He leaned down and whispered something to her causing her face
to turn red before she excused herself and stepped out.

Looking at Bacchus, I had that feeling again that I missed something, but
when I tried to think, it slipped away. He walked up to my desk with a
familiar folder in hand.

"What's up with this? Why did you ask that Cole Cabot not have any access
to our business dealings?" Bacchus waved the folder at me. One that I
recognized as having the retainer proposal for my old law firm.

"I don't trust him. And maybe I have some hard feelings. He's married to
one of the partner's daughters and thought he was hot shit. He was always
trying to undermine me and cause problems. Cole made it quite public he
thought he should have been promoted before me. I don't have a better
reason, just this gut feeling he's bad news."

"Huh." Bacchus dropped into one of my side chairs and stared at me.

"You think that's too much to ask?" I really didn't want to have to deal
with Cole.

"No. But, would you mind if I have my people look into him? If there's
anything beyond being a conceited dick, they'll find it."

"Fine with me. It's not unusual for clients to make preferences known on
who does or doesn't work on their account." I couldn't help but wonder
who Bacchus's "people" were. I somehow doubted he had a private
investigator on call. Minor demons...maybe.

"Go ahead and send this over. If we find anything, we'll handle it our
way. Changing subjects, your brother... does he look like you?"

"What? You mean Bernie?" That feeling was back and the voice in the back
of my head seemed to think we'd already talked about my brother.

Bacchus gave me a smirk and nodded.

"Somewhat? He's a couple of inches shorter, and I guess you'd say
'softer' looking. Coloring is the same, but his hair is super curly, and
he doesn't work out."

"Big dick?" Bacchus asked.

"Geez, it's not like we ever compared or measured!"

"TELL ME."

"Fine, if I had to guess, I'd say he's a few inches smaller. Not small
but not as big as me."

"And is he substantially younger than you?"

I was getting uncomfortable and wasn't sure having Bacchus interested in
my brother like this was a good thing.

"He's not quite two years younger. Tony is my older brother. Are you
saying you didn't have him checked out when you hired me?"

"Just the official records. I didn't go pay a visit or check him out
personally though now I'm curious and looking forward to meeting him. You
were an unexpected discovery. Maybe he will be too."

"Just to warn you, he's straight, married, and has two boys." As the
words left my mouth, I had another deja vu moment.

Bacchus had the nerve to laugh a deep bellied sound that sent unwanted
shivers through my body. I was trying to build up a good distrust at the
moment, and now he had me thinking of sex.

"We'll see, David. You said you were straight when I met you, too. Hm...
that was right before we fucked." Bacchus laughed the whole way out of my
office.


*   Scene 2   *
Jon Martinez

"Thanks for sharing your schedule. I promise I'm not a stalker. This way,
I can set something up with Ford. He already said he'd do it. Now we have
to pick a time." I keyed the info into my phone before I forgot. Calvin
brought me back to the parking lot at the resort so I could pick up my
car.

"Are you going to be there?" Calvin asked.

"I wasn't planning on it... unless you want me there. I know shit about
how to check out a house. Ford's a good guy."

"I can't believe I'm even considering it." Calvin gripped the steering
wheel and took a deep breath.

"But if you can swing it, the bungalow was way better than any of the
apartments and as the agent said, it's an investment. Even I know that
much. I say fate is watching out for you." I felt bad for Calvin. He
seemed skittish and insecure, and from what I'd seen, there was no reason
for it.

"Yeah, I wish my dad could look at it first, but there's no way he can
get here that quick."

"Don't worry; we'll take care of you. I'll let you know what I find out
from Ford." I gave a play punch to Calvin's arm before opening the door
to get out.

"Jon, thanks again for everything."

"Sure, buddy. Catch you later." I didn't question that I was doing the
right thing. And as I walked over to the SUV, I thought about what I'd
read from Calvin. No question he was attracted to me and was in desperate
need of a fuck. He'd certainly imagined enough steamy scenarios in our
brief outing. But right now, he needed a friend more than sex and maybe
some help adjusting to Bacchus Springs and his new life. No way was he
ready for an initiation - maybe not for a while yet. I was pretty sure he
hadn't accepted a thing I'd told him about Bacchus Springs. There was no
doubt we'd eventually have sex, but I'd need to take it slow with him.

I cranked up the music and checked all my mirrors before heading home. I
must have zoned because I realized I was pulling into the alley with no
clear memory of the trip. I saw a couple of strange trucks in the drive
and had to think for a minute.

"Oh, Ford's here," I said out loud as I saw the logo on the truck and
remembered Dad saying they were going to start on the basement today. I
waited for the garage door to open and slowly pulled in. I was still
nervous about parking the MDX.

Two of the garage bays were now stacked full of building materials, but
Dad's spot was still clear. I walked toward the house, wondering what
they might have accomplished on their first day. Probably wouldn't hurt
anything to go check. Maybe see if Ford's wearing those tight jeans.

I could hear them as soon as I got in the door. I walked down the stairs
and paused at the bottom to stay out of the way. Ford was indeed there in
his tight jeans as well as two other guys. They looked a little older,
maybe late thirties or early forties. They were in the process of
securing the studding along the outer walls.

"Hey, Jon," Ford said, turning to look at me.

"Hey. Sorry, didn't mean to bother you. Just checking things out."

"Yeah. Not much to see yet." Ford turned around to look where the other
guys were working, giving me a great view of his round ass and broad
shoulders. Too bad he was wearing a shirt. But the view was worth
checking out.

"Mm. I don't know." Okay, maybe I needed to be more careful as all three
of them turned to look at me with heat in their eyes.

"Um, sorry. I'll leave you guys to um... whatever..." I gave an absent
wave as I headed up the stairs and tried to pull my mojo back in check.
Even I realized I'd pretty much sent out a love god mating call.

I tried to dampen my mojo as I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard to
fill with water. I had some time before Dad and Dean got home from work,
and Jake wouldn't be around until after dinner. Though that did make me
wonder where Ethan and Emma were. Other than the construction guys, the
house seemed pretty quiet.

"Mm-mm. You and your dad have the best asses in Bacchus Springs," Ford
said from behind me.

"Shit!" I almost dropped the glass before turning around to see Ford
leaning in the doorway, looking me up and down. "Uh...thanks?"

"Haven't quite got a handle on those seductive powers yet, have you?"

"That would be a big 'no.' By the way, I wanted to follow up on that
favor."

His brows shot up, and he crossed his arms giving me a cocky smirk. "I'm
listening."

"So it's for this new guy who just started at the Resort. He's relocating
here-currently living in Portersville. I was hoping we could pick out a
time for you to check out the house he's considering. I think it's
important that he live in Bacchus Springs. You might be familiar with it;
the agent said it belonged to Dale Henders."

Ford laughed and walked over until he was in my personal space. He
reached out and put a finger under my chin, tipping my head until I
looked him in the eyes.

"I already told you that I'd be glad to do it. And yeah, I know the place
and can give you some times. Henders owned Bart's Barn. I helped put a
new roof on the house last year. So, if I help out this 'friend' of
yours, what are you going to do for me?"

"Uh..." My brain fried as I picked up on his thoughts. I would have sworn
I'd fed very well from Grant, but I wanted to drink Ford down like
nobody's business.

"By the way. I saw you watching me from the window when I was painting."

"You did?" I took a deep breath to get my mind back in gear. Maybe I
could turn this around. "Well, if a guy's going to put it out there...
Besides, you 'were' in public view. Not my fault you took your shirt
off." I tried to take a step back and Ford followed.

"But it was your fault. I did it for you, hoping that maybe you liked
what you saw."

"Yeah, it was hot." I didn't think there was any harm in conceding that.
It was the truth after all.

His hand slid up my cheek and cupped the side of my face. "So, maybe
you're interested in a private tour. I could show you the rest."

I gulped. For being the one who had the seductive powers, Ford was doing
a damned fine job of turning me into a quivering mass of jelly. All I
managed in response was a pitiful moan.

"Did your dad tell you he fucked me before the party?"

"N..no." So much for getting my footing back and turning this around.

Ford brushed his lips against mine. "I understand you have to feed. Maybe
we could work out a deal. You feed from me; I feed from you. What do you
think?"

Fuck it. I was starving and wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold out until
Ethan showed up. "Where?"

Ford closed in and claimed my mouth. His whiskers reminding me of Dad.
But his taste and smell were totally different. His body was pressed
against me, pinning me to the counter, and his hand gripped and squeezed
my ass.

"How about right here?"

"Sure." I slid my hands under his T-shirt and pulled it off, running my
hands through the hair on his chest and feeling the strong muscles
underneath. He pulled off my shirt and dropped to his knees, unfastening
my pants and pulling them down along with my underwear. His lips wrapped
around my cock and my head tipped back as I closed my eyes.

"Just as big as your daddy."

"Mm-hm." I moaned as I experienced his very talented mouth. Obviously
he'd been doing this longer than I had. I had enough brainpower left to
remind myself to feed and started drinking in Ford's lust. I wasn't
surprised to find that he didn't need any adjustments or have any needs
topped off. Dad must have been very thorough. Realizing I was going to
cum down his throat, if I didn't change things up, I pulled out and
guided him up so I could return the favor.

Ford ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked him down. I looked up
and caught him staring at me.

"You are too fucking beautiful."

I sucked harder. I was feeding well and knew he was getting to the edge.
I licked up to the tip and then kissed up his furry treasure trail until
I got to his warm lips.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered between kisses.

"You what?"

"You heard me. I want this inside me." I stroked his cock as I kissed
down his neck to his shoulder.

"And here I thought I was going to be the one catching. Your dad may have
convinced me it's one of my new favorite things."

Oh, I bet he did, I thought, laughing to myself. I turned, so I was
against the counter and took Ford's hand, placing it on my ass.
"Strangely, a lot of guys are more than willing to let me fuck them, but
sometimes I like to do the catching. Tell you what, you fuck me this
time, and next time, I'll pitch."

"There better damn well be a next time then." Ford dropped to his knees
and buried his face in my ass. "A work of art."

I squeezed my eyes closed and bit my lip as his rimming sent shivers
through my body. Ford had a very talented tongue, and I wondered who else
had experienced the pleasure of his attentions.

"How the fuck are you not taken?" I blurted when his tongue pushed into
my opening.

His laugh sent ripples of pleasure through me as he seemed to ignore my
question and continued to work my hole. I wanted him inside and opened
the cabinet, glad I could reach it and moved the olive oil to get to the
lube. Dad and I had lube stashed all over the house for emergencies. I
set the bottle on the counter.

"I love a man who knows what he wants," Ford said as he kissed up my back
and grabbed the lube, slicking my crack and hole. I assumed his dick as
well, but I couldn't see that.

I felt the pressure and heat of his cock, and then he was sliding in. I
let out a moan and pushed back. He wasn't as big as the other men in my
life, but fuck if he didn't hit that perfect spot.

"You guys are going to ruin me," Ford whispered as he began thrusting.

"Mm-hm, me and my evil ass."

"Not evil, this here ass is angelic. Like touching a bit of heaven."

"Great. Fuck harder." There should have been enough lust pounding back
into him that he didn't have a choice. He wrapped his strong arms around
me and grabbed my dick, stroking me in time with his thrusts. In seconds
I was shooting my load against the counter and crying out as he filled
me.

"Damn. I am so jealous of Jake right now." Ford stayed inside me, doing a
few last strokes on my cock and kissing along my neck and shoulders.

I was glad for his strength because I wasn't sure my legs would hold me
up. I hated for him to pull out, but it was inevitable. He turned me in
his arms and kissed me. A cocky smile plastered on his face.

"I should tell your dad; I think this job got more complicated. Might
take weeks, maybe even months longer than I thought."

"Yeah? You know you don't need an excuse to stop by." I reached up and
ran my hand over his strong jaw, noticing the texture of his short-
cropped beard.

"You barely know me." Ford took a step back.

"Hm. I figure I know you pretty well after you just bred my ass."

Ford snorted and shook his head.

"Seriously. Dad and I are so out of our comfort zone I think we need to
surround ourselves with friends. And I'm pretty sure..." I stepped back
up to him, putting my hands on his pecs while my thumbs grazed his
nipples. "...that you'd make an awesome friend."

"You are fucking dangerous is what you are," Ford grunted.

"Not to my friends." I leaned in and brushed a light kiss on his lips.

"Maybe more so. Did you feed?" Ford moved out of my reach, grabbed his
shirt from the floor and pulled it on.

"I did. Did you get what you wanted."

Ford laughed. "Fuck yeah. Hey, so you know, if any of the guys on my crew
ever catches your eye, ask them. Likely they'd jump at the chance, or
more likely bend over. I don't hire men who don't like dick."

"Good to know, but I think I prefer the bossman."

"And that's my cue to escape before I get myself in trouble. They'll wrap
up shortly, and we'll be back in the morning. I'll text you those times."
Ford didn't even look back at me as he headed for the door.

"Thank you, Ford. I enjoyed your company!" I called after him.

I heard him huff just before the screen door banged closed.

"That was hot," an all too familiar voice said from behind me, causing me
to jump.

"Shit, Ethan, don't sneak up on me!"

"Who's sneaking. I've been standing right here, watching. And you might
want to wipe that up." Ethan pointed to my spooge running down the front
of the cabinet.

I glared at Ethan with my best "I'm going to kick your ass expression."
Sadly he laughed.

"Guess 'you' were distracted at the time and didn't notice me. He throws
a great fuck, so I get that."

"What?" I blurted. "You and Ford?" I grabbed some paper towels to wipe up
the evidence.

"Not often enough, but yeah, a few times. Dad thinks he's sexy and likes
watching him fuck me. He said Ford reminded him of your dad. It will
leave a film if you don't go over it with a wet cloth."

I stared at Ethan for a minute letting everything sink in. Nope. No way
was I going to get used to Bacchus Springs or the crazy shit that went
down. No matter how many people told me it was "normal." And how did
Ethan become an expert on how to clean up cum?

"So where were you, squirt?"

"Over at our old place. Uncle David said I could move any of my stuff
over that I wanted, and he showed me where the boxes were in the garage.
I was packing." Ethan went to the refrigerator and took out a soda. It
popped and fizzed when he pulled the tab.

"You going to move all your stuff in? Might as well, though I don't know
if the room here is as nice or not. I don't remember seeing your old
bedroom."

"This one is way nicer. My old room was okay, but I just had a twin bed,
and the furniture was gross, and I only had one window that was drafty. I
love my room here." Ethan gave me a big goofy smile as he sipped his
drink.

"Well, I like having you here, so I'm glad you're moving your shit over.
It's nice having a little brother." Oh, shit. I didn't mean to upset him,
but I could see him tearing up and felt the change in his emotions. I
walked over and pulled him into a hug.

"I love you guys, so much." Ethan's voice broke as he hugged back.

"Yeah, dufus. Love you too. And I doubt Dad will want you to keep calling
him 'Uncle' David." Ever since the shit-show with Aunt Kelly both Emma
and Ethan had been more emotional than usual. Not that I could blame
them.

"So what do I call him? Daddy is already taken and sorry, Jon but your
dad does not look like a papa."

"Good point. Any idea what the plans are for dinner?"

"We have one meal left that Tara prepared. Dad asked me to start on it at
five-thirty if he isn't home yet," Ethan said.

"I hope they decide to keep her. The stuff she's made so far has been
awesome. Mom and Dad used to cook, but he sort of lost interest when she
died."

"My mom did most of the cooking, but I like Tara's better. And I don't
think she's trying to sell me off."

I couldn't help but cringe. I hadn't intended to remind him of his
mother, but I wasn't always sure what subjects to avoid.

I heard a siren and turned to look out the window over the sink. There
were flashing lights in the alleyway.

"What is it?" Ethan asked, stepping up beside me.

"Not sure, I think there's an ambulance in the alley."

"Shit, probably old man Donvel. He lives across the way from you. I think
he might remember the dinosaurs."

"Ethan! That's not nice." I said, and Ethan responded with a shrug.
"Wanna go look?"

"Oooo... creepy stalker neighbors, I like it." Ethan was already opening
the back door by the time I caught up with him.

We didn't want to get in their way, so stood by the construction guys'
pickup in the drive. The siren was off, and we saw the paramedics
wheeling someone out. When they got closer to the ambulance, I could see
that the sheet covered the person's head. Probably not a good sign.

"Too bad. He finally bit it," Ethan muttered.

"Did you know him?"

"Not really. An old perv who always stared at me. I tried to avoid him.
Ohhhh shit. See who that is?"

I looked back and saw a young dark-skinned guy standing on Donvel's back
porch. "I think I've seen him before but can't place him."

Ethan snorted. "Try picturing him between your legs with his big dick up
your ass. See if that helps."

"What?" I turned back to Ethan with a sinking feeling.

"Yup. One of Bacchus's Satyrs. That's Devon."

"He doesn't look so good, maybe we should check on him." I walked across
the street as the paramedics were closing up. One of them spotted me then
turned to look at Devon.

"I think he could use a friend right now. Sheriff will follow up later,
I'm sure, but... yeah, rough day for him." The paramedic gave a weak
smile and climbed in the ambulance.

Ethan and I walked over to where Devon stood, and I extended a hand.

"Hey, I'm Jon. Is there anything we can do for you? We... um... just live
there across the alley."

"Yeah, I know. Fuck." Devon put his hands over his face. "Why me?"

"Do you want us to call Bacchus or someone else?" Ethan asked.

"I called and got his assistant." Devon was visibly shaking.

"Hey, why don't you come over to our place for a bit."

"Thanks." Devon went back and pulled the door closed before following us
back home.


*   Scene 3   *
Ben Donaldson

"Do you understand what I'm expecting?" Bacchus asked, giving a pointed
look at Julian and Victor.

"Yes, sir. Seduce her, blow her mind and get her hooked on the sex."
Victor delivered the response like he was giving the dates of the Great
War.

"But I'm not sure I see how this helps take down her dad," Julian said.
He and Victor had been Satyrs the longest. I thought Julian looked like a
"Julian." He was around six feet tall with a light complexion - though he
got a beautiful golden tan in the summer. His hair was light brown that
got golden highlights in the sun and was down to his collar. I'd noticed
early on that Bacchus had a thing for longer hair. He said he liked to
hold onto it when he fucked us.

Maybe I should worry, I thought, running my hand up my fade to the
slightly longer hair on top. Bacchus said he wanted me to have a clean-
cut look. I was a lot more muscled than Julian's swimmer's build, but no
one could deny he was pretty.

"It's just the first step, boys. Once she's over the guilt, we'll set her
up with her father's right-hand man. A few pictures and an unexpected
pregnancy will cause all sorts of interesting fun. It's not meant to be
quick. I want to draw out his suffering." Bacchus sat back and smiled.

"But isn't that guy an ultra-conservative and also married?" I asked.

"The harder they fall." Bacchus laughed. "Yes, but a little interference
from David or me and he'll forget all about his wife and convictions. He
won't realize what he's done until it's too late. He'll be such a
tortured soul. Juan Carlo, I want you to start on the wife."

"Yes, sir."

I was glad most of the other Satyrs were bi or pan. Blaze and I were the
only ones that were exclusively gay. Well, Sin was too, but we were all
pretending to ignore that elephant in the room.

"The rest of you already have your assignments. Eventually, we'll work on
the son. He'll be yours, Benny. Reverend Klatchy went way too far, and
he's going to pay for messing with me. I think his whole congregation
needs a wake-up call."

"You could spike their communion," I joked.

"Nah, they're Baptists, they use grape juice," Blaze said.

"Yes, but that isn't a bad idea. If I can infuse the water supply with my
magic, why not a bit of grape juice. Thank you, Benny."

I felt a rush of pride at the look he gave me.

"Will Chet be well enough to help us? She didn't get an assignment,"
Jinho asked.

"No. I didn't want to say anything until we knew if it worked. Chetana
will be out for a while yet, recovering across the veil. She's human now.
Pan was able to remove her gift with Laso's help. But it was very hard on
her, and it will take time. She is still my servant, but her other powers
are gone."

"She's no longer a Satyr?" I said in disbelief.

"Sadly, no. It was killing her. I should have listened when the other
gods warned me, but... they were right; a female cannot accept Pan's
gift."

"She will recover, right?" Blaze asked.

"Laso says that she will, but we must be patient."

"Well, shit," Bacchus said abruptly with no apparent cause staring off
for a moment.

"Is there anyone in particular in Portersville we need to watch out for,
Father?" Victor asked, taking us off the uncomfortable topic of Chet.

"Assume anyone in Portersville without my mark is an enemy. I was lax and
let this go too far. From what we pulled out of Mrs. Cokesbury, Klatchy
has been seeding lies and hatred for a few years now. Nothing we can't
stamp out, but I do hate distractions."

"What happened to Mrs. Cokesbury?" Matthew asked. "I know that David
despised the woman."

"I should have listened to him sooner. I gave her to Hades. His minions
are excellent at getting all the secrets out of a person. The Erinyes are
masters of torment and torture and likely worse than the most sadistic of
dominatrices."

That was an image I wasn't expecting but couldn't really work up too much
sympathy for her. I noticed Burchard had stepped in and was subtly trying
to get Bacchus's attention.

"Yes, Burchard?" Bacchus said.

"You had a call, sir. Young Devon. He's found himself in a predicament."

"Yeah, you could call it that." Bacchus laughed. "Always said that boy
had a killer ass. Tell him to spend some time with the Martinezes, and
Rufus will pick him up when he brings Sin over."

I wondered what happened because I wasn't following the conversation.

"Well, Sin. Looks like Devon took that bullet for you. Mr. Donvel passed
on, with his dick buried in Devon's ass."


*   Scene 4   *
David Martinez

"Are you sure I can't get you anything else?"

"No, Mr. Martinez, you guys have already done too much. Thank you," Devon
said.

"Geez, not every day that someone dies with his dick up your ass," Ethan
said.

"Ethan!" Dean scolded with a glare I wish I could copy.

"Nah, it's okay, Mr. Jenson. He's right. Probably will have nightmares
about it for years. And honestly... it was somewhat of a nightmare even
before he died."

"I'm sorry, Devon," Jon said.

I noticed Jon had been watching Devon all through dinner. I guessed that
the memories of Devon hadn't completely returned. A shame because the guy
appeared to have an amazing body, and it made me wonder what he looked
like underneath the clothes. I glanced at my man and noticed he was also
staring at Devon. Dean was still not quite himself, and I wasn't sure
why, but then again, how long does it take to get over your wife
bargaining away your children?

Ding Dong. The doorbell sounded.

"I got it," Ethan jumped up and left the table.

"You're being very quiet this evening, Emma." She'd listened to the
conversation but had barely said a word since she'd come home. All I was
able to pick up from her was unease and embarrassment.

She looked at me like I'd betrayed her. "Uncle David." It came out more
like a whine, and I realized I'd just focused everyone's attention on
her.

"Sorry. I know this is all awkward. I didn't mean to make you
uncomfortable. Jon, why don't you help me clean up?"

"Um..." Jon tipped his head like I should turn around.

"Oh, hey, Sin, Rufus." I wondered why they didn't use Bacchus's magic
door. More often than not, the Satyrs and Bacchus's other people used
conventional transportation. Guess I'd have to ask.

"Evening, David. Are you ready to go home, Devon?" Rufus asked.

"Yeah. Thank you again for dinner and the company." Devon's voice was
subdued.

"Our pleasure. You are welcome anytime, Devon. Maybe we should make a
point of having you visit under more pleasant circumstances. I'd hate for
your only memory to be associated with... you know."

Devon turned to look at Jon, and the corner of his lips curled up a
little. "Oh, I have some other memories but, yeah. I'd like that."

"Good. We'll look forward to it," Dean interjected.

"Later, guys." Rufus gave a wave before putting a hand on Devon's back
and guiding him out.

"David, let me and Jon do the dishes, and you and Emma can entertain
Sin," Dean suggested.

"What about me," Ethan asked.

"You can help clear the table." Dean fixed Ethan with a meaningful look -
again, I wanted to copy that. Somehow I didn't get the tutorial on all
these parenting looks that Dean pulled out. I was impressed with his
repertoire.

"Can I get you a drink, Sin?" I asked, noting that he kept his eyes
averted.

"No, thank you, sir."

"Come on in and have a seat then." I steered him back into the great room
and sat beside him on the couch. Emma sat down in one of the chairs,
looking just as miserable as Sin. I could understand. It wasn't every day
that a Satyr showed up with the sole purpose of fucking you. And having
it so blatantly out there in front of your family. Yeah, it was a bit
much.

"Em, if you'd like to go freshen up or get a little time to yourself, I'm
sure Sin will understand."

"Sure," Sin said.

"Thanks." Emma let out an audible sigh and wasted no time in heading
upstairs.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked Sin when Emmma was out of hearing range.

"What's to talk about?"

"Maybe the curse and you being assigned to be with Emma when as I
understand it, you're gay."

"She's sweet. I don't mind."

I knew he was lying. Not that he didn't think she was sweet, but he
certainly didn't enjoy it. I couldn't help the sigh that escaped.

"Sin, I'm not in Aphrodite or Bacchus's league, but I'm still a love god
of sorts. You can't lie to me, so please don't try. Is there a way to
break the curse, or is there an expected end?"

"No idea. Aphrodite didn't say."

"Okay, I need you to work with me here, Sin. Somehow Aphrodite blocked
Bacchus out with the curse so he can't read you or pick up on your
thoughts or emotions. Since I can, I'm assuming it may be particular to
him. Bacchus wants me to find a way to fix things. Can you talk about it,
or does the curse prevent that too?"

"I can't say anything to Bacchus or the other Satyrs. I haven't spoken
with anyone else."

"Are you still gay?"

"Gods, yes," Sin said with a sob as he buried his face in his hands.

I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him into my chest, rubbing his
back. "I'll help in any way I can, or as Aphrodite allows me." I caught
my breath as the room filled with the scent of flowers.

"Good save, my pet." Aphrodite appeared, sitting where Emma had been just
minutes before.

"Goddess," I said, bowing my head and trying not to look shocked or
scared. Which I was on both counts.

"I knew Dio would interfere. I told him I wanted you to train the boy and
help with his punishment, not save him."

"I uh..."

"Psh. Don't even try. You're a terrible liar. Besides, as my servant, I'd
be able to tell anyway. I'll make you a deal, David."

Oh, shit. I don't think it's wise to make deals with Greek gods. "What
would you like me to do?"

"See, that is just so sweet. We're going to have to toughen you up.
You're too innocent for your own good. I'll let you help Sin, and I'll go
so far as to remove the curse if you do a few things in return."

"You make it sound like I have a choice." I was pretty sure Aphrodite
could compel me to do anything she wanted.

"You do, my pet. You can save him or not. I don't need his mind unbroken
to use his body. Mm, and it's such a nice body. From what I see, he will
crack very soon. Being around you and Jon is enough to push him over the
edge. You didn't think I suggested him for Emma just for her sake, did
you? It is somewhat ironic that the ones who could help him are the ones
who would also break him."

Why couldn't she just say what she wanted? "What things, if I may ask?"

"Hmm. I want you to convince our pretty boy that he prefers to be fucked
and service the lovers he's with. I'm not saying he can't use that
monster of his, just make it so he uses it in order to pleasure his
partners. He needs to understand that his pleasure is secondary. If you
want to make it so he at least enjoys being with women, I guess I'll
allow that. Because, he will, you know, be with women."

"Yes, Goddess. But couldn't you make those changes?" I had no doubts she
meant herself. And I could see that if he enjoyed it, his mind might
survive. He'd still be gay, but not so tortured.

"Oh, I love to see your mind working. Of course I could. But I want you
to do it. And don't even think of making it easy on him. He needs to
suffer a few weeks longer before he experiences the pleasures of a man.
So make sure he burns for you while he's waiting." Her eyes glowed as she
gave me a pointed look. "To be very clear, David. That means I expect you
to actively KEEP HIM AROUSED AND HOT FOR YOU AND YOURS. I want him so
frustrated with need that he screams in torment. I know you can do it."

"Is there more?" I was afraid to ask, but surprises could be bad.
Aphrodite gave a tittering laugh that gave me chills. "Yes, pet. I've
learned that his father is even worse. I'll not be so charitable with
that one. Let his pleasure come from being subservient and dominated by
other men. No pleasure from women, I owe that to my sisters for what he's
done to them. I can't believe Dio let him go unchecked. You'll probably
have to break him, but consider it good experience."

"I don't think-"

"Oh, pet, that's not negotiable. It's not always about love, lust, and
making people happy. Bad boys must be punished, and it comes with the
job." Aphrodite's look allowed no room for discussion. "When the changes
for both are complete, the curse on Sin will end, and he can tell you how
badly he wants you and Jon to fuck him. I may have to come back just to
watch the fireworks. I'm sure it will be steamy, and I do love to see a
sexy man beg." She paused as if thinking. "Oh, one more thing. You can
have Jon help you with both."

"As you wish." I hated even the idea of what she wanted from me and
wasn't sure how I'd make it happen, but there was a very clear feeling
that none of this was negotiation. It was simply her way of telling me
what she expected me to do.

"And do give Dean my regards. Such a pretty man and so very talented." As
her words ended Aphrodite vanished.

"Fuck," Sin said.

"You can say that again." I turned back to Sin; he was looking a bit
pale. "TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE THINKING." I said with a push of compulsion.

"That I am horrified at the thought of wanting to be used. Hopeful that
the curse might end and relieved that if I have to keep doing things with
her, there's a way it might not be torture."

"Okay. Would you rather live with the curse?"

"Gods no. She was right. I think I'm going to completely lose it soon.
Bacchus can't bear to look at me, and it's like having my heart ripped
out every time I see him. I never thought I could be this miserable. You
and the others... fuck... it's like having a feast set out in front of me
and not being able to even taste. I'm not sure how I'll make it a few
weeks, and that's without you doing what she said." Sin looked up at me
in surprise.

"Didn't think you'd be able to say that, did you?"

"No."

"Don't feel too good about it. To my mind, it's just a more subtle form
of torture. But if you'll trust me, I might be able to make one aspect a
little better right away."

"Whatever you can do," Sin agreed.

Damn, he was gorgeous. Maybe this was a test for me as well. I closed my
eyes and drank in his lust, most of which was for me. I savored it and
pushed it back into him. Part of me really wanted to use it to my
advantage. Another deep breath and I found what I was looking for.

"From this point forward, Sin. You will enjoy servicing women and
bringing them pleasure. It will give you a sense of satisfaction and
accomplishment. You won't find it distasteful or repulsive."

"So I'm not gay anymore?" Sin whispered.

"I can't change that, Sin. You are still just as gay as you ever were. My
words are just an expression of the changes I made that make the act more
like doing any other good deed." I pulled back, confident that the
changes had taken hold.

"Just like that, I like sex with women?"

"Not quite." I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed his neck. "It won't
give you the passion or pleasure that being with a man would. Think of it
more like doing something nice for a friend. You'll be able to perform
when needed, without the psychological baggage."

"I thought you could make me want it, too." Sin said.

"Sort of, I could make it so that you need it, but is that what you want?
It would be a form of compulsion, and like the curse, would mess with
your head."

"No. Not being repulsed is a huge improvement."

"You heard... I can't fix the other things yet. Why don't you take good
care of Emma."

Sin nodded and made his way upstairs. He was already buzzed with the lust
I'd fed him and would likely give Emma a much better time because of it.
I watched the stairs for a minute in thought before Dean joined me on the
couch.

"So... Aphrodite was here?"

"Were you hiding?" I accused.

"Damn right, I hid. She scares the shit out of me. So you going to tell
me what that was all about?" Dean asked.

"Not sure you'll believe this, but..."


*   Scene 5   *
Calvin Barker

Shit, I'm late. I tried to be extra careful as I drove to the house. I
knew I was frazzled and very likely to do something stupid if I didn't
pay attention. When I pulled into the driveway, I saw Jon sitting on the
front steps but no signs of the housing inspector.

Fuck, he must have given up and left, I thought. I parked and jumped out.

"Sorry I'm late. A big group showed up just as I was ready to leave, and
I had to stay and help get things started."

"Not a problem. Guessing you didn't take time to check your phone. Ford
texted and said he was running late too. He's not here yet."

"Thank God." I dropped on the stairs beside Jon to catch my breath. I
intentionally didn't look at him. My brain had already recorded he was in
tight, skinny jeans and a form-fitting T-shirt. I was finding it harder
and harder to concentrate around him as it was. More proof that the
universe was fucking unfair. One man should not get that much good
genetic material.

"He shouldn't be too long," Jon said.

"Thanks again for setting this up. What do I owe him?"

"Not a thing. He's doing it as a favor, so just say thank you."

"Okay, then. What do I owe you?" I turned to look at him and got caught
in his sexy dark eyes. Damn, look at those lashes. Bet girls would kill
for those.

"Nothing. Just helping out a friend."

Yeah, great fucking friend I was. Jon was almost too kind, and all I
could think in return was how badly I wanted him to bend me over the
nearest flat surface and fuck me until I couldn't walk straight.
Fortunately, a truck pulled up out front and saved me from telling Jon.

"Hey, Ford!" Jon greeted as the hunk climbed out of his truck.

I really need to get laid or at least get some alone time with my dick.
It was wonderful that Mason let me crash on his couch, but I needed some
private time. I looked at the muscled man as he came up the sidewalk. He
had dark hair and a short-cropped beard and made my stomach do little
flips. I was surprised when he greeted Jon with a hug.

"Ford, this is my friend Calvin. He's the new assistant chef at the
Resort and is hoping to relocate here."

"Pleased to meet you, Calvin." Ford extended his hand.

Fuck, his hands were warm and strong, and I just knew they'd feel great
holding me down.

"Thank you, sir, for helping me out."

"Oh, believe me, it will be my pleasure." He gave a look at Jon that I
couldn't decipher, but I really hoped someone looked at me like that
someday. I watched him as he unfastened the ladder from his truck. Damn,
but he was built nicely.

"I'll start on the roof. It should be good, but we don't want to assume."
Ford positioned the ladder at the side of the house and began the climb.

"Is that not an amazing ass? I wonder how he finds jeans that hug those
curves so perfectly?" Jon said in a low voice.

"I'm thinking everything about him is amazing." I agreed and couldn't
believe I'd said it out loud. "Um, is there something we're supposed to
be doing?"

"Nah. Just follow him around, and he'll let you know if he finds
anything. I'm pretty sure he gives you a report, sort of like a check-
list when he's done." Jon turned to look at Ford climbing up the ladder.
"Hey, Ford! Take off the shirt so we can ogle you."

He didn't just say that. I turned to look at Jon in horror and then heard
Ford's rumbling laugh. God, what that sound did to my insides.

"Nope, I barely know your friend, so I gotta keep this professional.
Otherwise, he won't value my opinion." Ford laughed even more, jumping
onto the roof.

Jon blew a raspberry at the hunk, and I stared at him, now in disbelief.

"How long have you known each other?"

"Not long. My dad knows him better since he's the one who did all the
work on our house." Jon gave me a big smile. "But he's cool. He's one of
Bacchus's."

"Like that means something?" I was confused. The way they carried on, I'd
have bet they'd known each other for years.

When Ford was done with the roof, he checked the exterior of the house
and garage before moving inside. He started in the basement and worked
his way up and through the house. As we went, he made comments about what
I might want to refinish or pay attention to. Fortunately, the only
things he'd found so far to note were replacing the faucet on the laundry
sink and changing out the rubber supply hoses to the washer.

I tried to pay attention and appreciated when Jon suggested I keep notes
on my phone. It was very hard not to be distracted, and between the two
men, it was nearly impossible. By the time Ford said we were done, I was
pretty sure I'd mentally cataloged every square inch of his body and come
up with multiple plans of attack.

"...questions?" Ford asked, making me realize I was staring at his crotch
and hadn't heard a word he said.

Jon laughed and squeezed my shoulder. "Ford asked if you had any more
questions?"

"Um... no. So you think it's okay to put in an offer?"

"Definitely. I love this place. It has great bones, and while the kitchen
and bathrooms are dated, there isn't anything wrong. She's a solid house,
and it's a timeless design."

"Thank you again for checking it out for me."

"I enjoyed it. I'll send you an official report that you can give to the
bank. They often send their own person, but if you use a local, they
often take mine."

"I really appreciate you helping us out, Ford," Jon added.

"We're good. I'll uh... be seeing you soon, then?"

"I promised. Catch you later."

I watched as Ford winked at Jon and gave him a smile that I couldn't
interpret. Then I got distracted as he walked back to his truck. Damn,
but I wondered what those ass cheeks would feel like in my grip as he
fucked me.

I was brought back to myself by Jon's laughter.

"What?"

"So, I guess I know your type?"

"Huh?"

"You've got a bit of drool, um, right there," Jon said, pointing to my
chin.

"I do not!"

Jon laughed even harder. "It's okay, dude. Ford's hot. No arguments from
me. And I'm sorry for contributing to your challenge. I try really hard
to keep it in check, but Ford might be a weakness for me, too."

"Should I understand anything you just said?"

Jon shook his head and put his arm over my shoulder. "You will. Before
too long, you'll understand all kinds of things. But anyway... you need
to call the realtor to put in an offer?"

"Oh, yeah, I do!" I grabbed my phone and pulled up her information. I
turned back to Jon while I waited for an answer. "Then I've got to call
my dad and tell him, do you mind?"

"Not at all. When you're done, we can catch dinner at the diner if that's
okay with you?"

"What? Yeah, I'd like that." I heard the call connect and the realtor's
voice. Oh, my God, I was going to buy a house.


*   Scene 6   *
David Martinez

"Are you sure you'll have enough to keep you busy? I don't get that many
phone calls."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Martinez. I saw that your filing is completely out of
order, and Mr. Bacchus said he'd stop by to check on me now and again,"
Kelsey said with a smile.

An all too innocent smile if you ask me. Bacchus stopping by probably
meant I ought to ask janitorial to do an extra cleaning before I was back
on Monday. Not that I didn't love the way Bacchus smelled, but it would
be very distracting if I was trying to work.

"I'm not expecting anything critical. We already reviewed everything I
could think of. Thank you again for helping out. I hope I'm not taking
you from something more interesting."

"No. I'm a floater, so I pretty much fill in while the other admins are
on vacation or out sick. And to be honest, I love working on the
executive floor. It's so fancy, and the people in and out are much more
interesting."

I laughed to myself. "Good, well I appreciate you. I'll be leaving right
after lunch."

"You must be excited! I love going into the city."

"I am but more because I'm also visiting my little brother."

"Is he married?" Kelsey blurted, then turned red and put her hand over
her mouth.

I don't think she meant that to come out.

"Sorry, Kelsey. He's not only married, but he has two teenaged boys."

"I thought you said younger?" Her cute face screwed up in confusion.

I looked heavenward and took a deep breath. They told me my appearance
would make things more complicated with Jon calling me "Dad." I didn't
think about all the other ways it would confuse people.

"I'm sure you'll meet him sometime, Kelsey." I know it wasn't an answer,
but I wasn't sure what I could say that wouldn't just confuse her more. I
barely got to my desk before I heard someone approaching.

"David." Bacchus's deep voice sounded behind me.

"Bacchus. Did I forget something?"

"No, but I have some information I think you'll find quite interesting."
He held out a thick stack of folders with a flash drive taped on top.
"The flash drive is a concession for you. I still like paper."

"Okay. What's this?" I accepted the heavy stack and set it on the desk.

"Look."

I flipped open the first folder and sat stunned for a moment. I couldn't
help myself as I flipped through the papers and photographs. I only got
about an inch into the stack when I looked up at Bacchus's smirk.

"I'm speechless," I confessed.

"Yeah. I'll let you handle the short-term. When you're done with him, I'd
like to claim him. Not sure yet whether I want to play with him myself or
give him to Hades. But I figure you might be able to buy us some goodwill
if you can give the firm time to get their shit in order."

"Yeah. This is... fuck... this is a mess."

"Your frenemy Cole has been a very bad boy."

"And a stupid one at that. This wouldn't just get him disbarred or cost
him his license; we're talking serious jail time."

"Maybe you can strategize on your drive into the city." Bacchus flipped
through the folders and opened one that revealed an eight by ten glossy
of Cole in the all-together. "He is handsome. Might be nice to have a
handy bitch boy while you work out the details."

"Bacchus..."

"Oh, come on, David. Live a little. You're too damned squeaky clean. MAKE
HIM YOUR BITCH. USE HIM FOR YOUR PLEASURE. MAKE HIM SUFFER."

I was about to object and say I couldn't, but as I formed the words, I
couldn't remember for the life of me what I couldn't do. I thought
harder... we were talking about a plan to help the firm deal with Cole's
betrayal. Shit. What was it?

"David, you're thinking too hard. I have faith in you, and you'll come up
with a fabulous win-win plan for us and the firm. You should be excited,
stepping out into the big bad world with all your new powers."

"Yeah, right," I said as Bacchus pulled me from my chair and into his
strong arms. He claimed my mouth, and at that point, I didn't care about
anything else. When he released me, I dropped back into the chair with a
goofy sigh.

"You and Jon have a good weekend, David. And do give my best to your
brother. I'll see you on Monday."


*   Scene 7   *
Jon Martinez

"I wish I were looking forward to this weekend," I admitted to Dad as we
got close to Adam's house. The idea of leaving the safety of Bacchus
Springs was somewhat terrifying.

"Why? You get along great with Adam."

"No, it's this party thing that Taylor is guilting me into. I don't trust
Kris, and most of his jock friends are jerks."

"I'm only a phone call away. And don't forget you've got your mojo now."

"That's a whole different worry. I have to make sure not to seduce Adam
by accident. We get along great and all, but I don't think my straight
roommate wants to get to know me that well."

Dad's laugh turned into a sigh. "Yeah, just like I've got to be hyper-
vigilant not to do the same to your Uncle Bernie. At least your cousins
and Aunt Casey won't be there."

"Hm, I don't know, Dad. Uncle Bernie is kinda hot."

"Jon! Bite your tongue."

"Just pulling your chain. This is our first trip out of Bacchus Springs
since... you know. I guess it will be like a test-one we can't fail
though." I realized we were there. Dad pulled into the drive and parked.
I leaned over the console and kissed him. "Good luck."

"Same to you, Tiger. I'll pick you up on Sunday. Just remember I'm close
by at Uncle Bernie's if you need anything."

"Got it." I climbed out and grabbed my duffel out of the back of the SUV.
I didn't even make it to the front steps before the door opened, and Adam
came out on to the porch. We both turned and waved as Dad drove off.

"Damn, Jon. You been livin' at the gym?"

"Huh?" I turned back to Adam and saw him giving me a very thorough once
over. I knew I had my mojo locked down, but I was picking up some very
un-straight thoughts from him.

"You know, I'm the one who's supposed to be a jock. You're my nerdy
sidekick." He held the door open for me with a grin on his face.

"I don't think tennis players usually make the cut for being jocks," I
bantered back.

"Says you." He turned and walked past me. "Come on in, buddy. I claimed
the game room for the weekend. I figured it would be a lot more fun than
cramming into my closet of a bedroom. We've got an air mattress and
sleeping bags, so it'll be cool."

I followed Adam downstairs to the basement and threw my bag in the
corner. Other than being a bit cave-like it was pretty nice. Most
importantly, there was a massive flat screen that took up most of one
wall with a large leather sectional facing it.

"If it's okay with you, I thought we'd stay in tonight and get caught up,
maybe game a little so I can remind you who the champ is. Oh, and Mom
said we can get pizza."

"Sounds good, but just to warn you, I'm gonna whoop your ass. I've been
practicing."

"Bring it on, pretty boy."

Well, that's the first time he ever called me that. It threw me off for a
minute. "Might have to make a wager to show I'm serious."

"Yeah? We'll see. Let's get warmed up on Mario Cart."

I snickered. Adam pretty much had every game console and loved all of
them. I thought he was a bigger nerd than I was, though he'd never admit
it.

We'd been playing for a couple of hours when I decided I couldn't take it
anymore. "Adam, why is it so friggin' hot in here?"

He laughed. "The thermostat is broken, sorry. I can try turning it down,
but it would be easier to change. I'm going for shorts." Adam jumped up
and ran up the stairs.

I grabbed my bag and searched. I'd brought a silky pair of basketball
shorts to sleep in and figured that would work. I also had a really thin
tee that would be better than what I was wearing. My only concern was if
I got aroused, there was no hiding it. Hopefully, Adam would keep his
thoughts in line. The games seemed to be distracting him so far.

We were back to gaming and much more comfortable when I heard someone
upstairs, and then a voice called out. "Adam?"

"Downstairs, Mom."

Adam's mom came partway down the stairs, still dressed in her business
suit. "I'm sorry, hon, but I forgot all about picking up the pizza on the
way home. Do you mind running out for it? If you'd like, you can add
wings, too."

"Sure, no problem." Adam turned back and waggled his eyebrows and mouthed
"wings" silently. His mom turned and went back up the stairs.

"They don't deliver?" I asked. Even in Bacchus Springs, the pizza place
delivered.

"There are several that do, but my favorite doesn't. But it's not a
problem; the pizza is worth it, and Mom never lets me get wings. So this
will be a treat."

"Do you want me to ride along?"

"Nah, why don't you stay here and chill. You already spent half the day
in the car getting here. It won't take me that long." Adam closed down
the game and left it for me to pick a single-player option.

"As long as you're sure."

"Yup. Be back in a bit. I gotta change before I go out. Mom will have a
fit if I try and go dressed like this."

I heard a new voice upstairs greet Adam and then turned to see Adam's dad
coming down the stairs.

"Good to see you again, Jon. It's been a while." Mr. Benz said.

"Hey, Mr. Benz." I'd only met him once or twice when we were at school.
He was a decent looking guy, brown hair and eyes like Adam, maybe around
five foot ten with a similar, slender swimmer's build. He wasn't ripped
but was in good shape, and according to Adam, he was still an avid Tennis
player which showed in his legs.

"The boss sent me down for more soda."

"Sure." I shrugged as I felt his eyes remain on me. He moved up beside
the couch and glanced at the screen before his eyes went to my crotch.

"You as into games as Adam?" Mr. Benz asked.

"Not quite, but close." I could feel my dick chubbing as he stared, and
of course, there was no hiding it in the basketball shorts. My mojo was
still locked down, so his interest in my dick was one hundred percent or
well at least eighty percent natural. I had to allow that I might still
leak a little.

"Adam said you moved out of the city."

"Yeah, Dad and I moved to Bacchus Springs, it's a couple of hours out,
but he got a great new job and the town's pretty nice. It's a fresh start
for him after losing Mom."

"We're so sorry about that. I'm sure it's still hard."

Not as hard as my dick at the moment. Mr. Benz was still staring and now
licking his lips. I had no doubts from his thoughts about what he wanted.
And it might work in my favor. Adam would be gone for a bit, and it would
probably be good to feed again so I didn't slip with Adam. Without taking
my eyes off of Mr. Benz, I eased my shorts up a bit allowing the head of
my dick to peak out.

I saw his eyes go wide and he let out a little sigh.

I loosened the tight hold I'd had on my powers and let my seductive
energy wrap around my friend's dad. He let out a low moan.

"Go ahead, Mr. Benz, I don't mind if you want to touch it."

He reached down and ran his fingers over the silky material, outlining my
dick, then pulled the fabric back and gave a gentle stroke.

"Damn, that's big."

"But you like 'em big don't you? Slide my bag over, would you?"

"Yeah, big is good." His voice barely a whisper as he pulled my duffel
into reach. Mr. Benz pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it on the
couch before dropping to his knees between my legs. He leaned in and took
me into his mouth. There was no finesse or licking for build-up.

"That's the way, Mr. Benz." I grabbed his tie and pulled him forward.
He'd managed about a third of my dick, but I knew it would only be a few
minutes before my magic opened his throat, and he could take the whole
thing. I reached into my bag and grabbed a couple of lube packets. I
opened one and slicked my fingers.

His hand slid up and down my thighs as he took more and more of me into
his mouth and throat. My power wasn't as fast or sweet as Bacchus's but
in the end, the result was the same. Mr. Benz would have no gag reflex
and be able to take the largest of cocks down his throat with ease. A
talent I was pretty sure he'd be using in the future. I slid my hand
under his waistband and down his crack. His ass was cool under my touch,
but I soon found the heat of his entrance and began to tease it with my
slicked fingers.

"You're doing great, sir," I encouraged as I began to sip on his lust. It
was savory and had a bit of spice from the years of self-denial and
repression. All that built-up need made it not only tastier but more
satisfying. I slid my finger inside him, and he groaned around my dick.

When his lips were pressed into my pubes, and my entire length was lodged
into his throat, I decided it was time to move things along. I gave a
gentle tug on his tie to get him to pull off then urged him to his feet.
I stood and kissed him. He looked a bit glazed, and I don't think he was
expecting the kiss, but he didn't resist.

I guided him over to the wall and turned him around. Within seconds I had
his belt and pants unfastened and let them drop to the floor. I knelt
down, opened another lube, and slicked my cock and put the rest on his
opening. I worked my fingers in and out, getting him ready. "Put your
hands on the wall and lean over. That's it. Spread your legs wide for
me."

I used one hand to stroke his dick with the other had three fingers
sliding in and out of his ass. He was a lot tighter than I expected -
maybe it had been a while. I stood up, and Mr. Benz gave me a nervous
look over his shoulder.

"You're too big."

"Nah, I promise it'll fit just fine, and you're going to love it. RELAX
and OPEN FOR ME." I slid the head past the first ring, and he let out a
deep, satisfied moan.

"Fuck, it's been too long."

I let him get used to the intrusion and slowly started moving my hips,
edging a little farther into him each time. "How long has it been?"

"Over fifteen years since before Adam started school." Mr. Benz struggled
to get the words out as I got farther and farther inside him.

I drank in his lust and pushed it back into him. It was another case
where he didn't really need changes. He already liked dick. He just
needed to get over the guilt and accept it. Something I could handle
easily, especially with Bacchus's power flowing in my veins.

"Fuck yourself, Mr. Benz. I know you want to. Slide back and take it,
make yourself feel good. There's nothing to feel guilty about."

"Fuck, yeessssssss," he moaned.

After a few glorious and pleasurable minutes I realized we were running a
risk of Adam or Mrs. Benz showing up. I picked up the pace and fucked him
hard until I felt his ass tighten around me, and he cried out, spraying
his cum all over the wall as I fucked the orgasm out of him. Seconds
later, I released my load deep in his gut. I ground it in, working my
hips and getting my cock as deep inside him as I could. I'd fed well and
released Mr. Benz's inhibitions. I was pretty sure life was going to get
a whole lot interesting for him.

I carefully withdrew and scooped up the dripping spooge and fingered it
back into him.

"Thanks, Mr. Benz, that was awesome. Guess we ought to clean up before
Adam gets back."

He muttered something and pulled up his pants, turning back to me with a
confused and somewhat stunned look on his face. I gave him a quick kiss
and put my hand to his cheek.

"IT'S OKAY. ALL IS GOOD. You're a great fuck, Mr. Benz."

He nodded and grabbed the sodas before heading back upstairs. I looked at
the wall with the streams of evidence and ran to the bathroom to grab a
cloth. Didn't want to leave evidence behind, now did I?


*   Scene 8   *
David Martinez

I really hoped everything went okay for Jon... and me for that matter. I
was so relieved that Casey took the boys to visit her brother's family. I
knew it wasn't the camping trip they'd planned, but it did mean I didn't
have to worry about two horny teenagers picking up on my powers. I never
thought "stepping out" of Bacchus Springs would be so scary.

I pulled into the drive of Bernie's immaculate ranch-style house and
parked. He'd already warned me that he had to work late and assured me
the security code was the same. It was still fairly early, and I wasn't
sure what I'd do to kill time. Maybe take a run.

I had my bags settled and had changed in short order. It was a nice day,
so I'd just pulled on my running tights and a tank top. I'd discovered
early on that the skimpy silk-like running shorts were not made for the
well-endowed man. And fortunately, I'd stayed with Bernie and Casey
enough times I already had a course in mind for my afternoon run.

The jog through the neighborhoods felt good. The day was sunny but brisk,
perfect for a run. I needed to get back into a better routine when I got
home. There'd been so much shit going on, I'd fallen out of my workout
habits. As I came up on Bernie's place, I saw his neighbor had arrived
home and was pulling the mail out of the mailbox.

"Well, hello there, stranger!" he called out.

I smiled and waved. "Hey, Heath. It's been a while." I shook his hand and
let the memories come back. He was an engineer at the same firm where
Bernardo worked, younger than Bernie, perhaps mid-thirties. What I hadn't
remembered was how attractive he was. Strawberry-blond hair and a big
smile with bright blue eyes. From the body under his polo and chinos, I
was guessing almost as much of a gym rat as me.

"Hope you weren't expecting Bernie home soon. He was still at his desk
when I left," Heath said as his blue eyes trailed down my body. I saw
them dilate a little when he got to my crotch, and the smallest of smiles
turned the corners of his lips.

"He warned me he had to work late. So I'm not expecting him anytime
soon."

Those bright blue eyes came back up to meet mine, and I noticed the light
dusting of freckles over his nose and cheeks. Damn, he was adorable.

"Bernie said you'd be visiting for the weekend, that you'd moved out to
the country and taken a new job."

"Best move I ever made. Bernie didn't say, are you impacted by the
changes?"

"Hell, yeah. Already gave me an end date. Not sure what all Bernie
shared, but they're moving our function to Atlanta and already have more
staff than they need. So the whole department got sacked. I'm working on
a resume, but I need the severance so don't want to rush things."

"Understandable."

"Hey, can't miss your devotion to working out. We don't have any good
clubs nearby but I've got a decent home gym if you need to get in a
session while you're here. Come on, let me show you."

I followed Heath back toward the house and through the side door of his
garage. It was pretty obvious he was proud of what he'd built. I also
took the opportunity to check out his nice muscled ass and thick legs.
That's also when the realization hit that I hadn't fed today.

"So, what do you think?" Heath stood back, doing a bow and swinging his
arm wide to do the reveal.

"Wow." If it weren't for the double garage door, you wouldn't know. It
was nicely finished with a full universal, free weights, and a stair
climber. I turned back to Heath, and my stomach did a flip as I felt his
lust for me. Not remembering to feed probably meant I was leaking.

"Like I said, you're more than welcome to use it while you're here."

I nodded as I moved closer to him. What I really wanted to use was him. I
took a tentative sip of his lust and couldn't help the hum that crossed
my lips. Dear old Heath was a lot more flexible in his likes than I would
have guessed and while I might be leaking some love god mojo, his
attraction to me and my dick was already there.

"Fuck. Do you feel it?" Heath muttered, looking at me like he was barely
restraining himself.

"You mean the overwhelming need to get naked and fuck?"

"Yeah," Heath sighed as his hand slid under his polo.

I was now in his personal space. I leaned in and nuzzled up his jaw to
his ear. "So does that mean you're into men?"

"God, yes. Especially you. You are so fucking hot; I can't think
straight." Heath's hands latched onto my sides and pulled me closer.

"So stop thinking and get naked. Are we alone?"

"Jess is stuck at an after-work party, and Aiden rode his bike over to a
friend's." He pulled off his shirt while I kicked off my shoes and began
stripping.

"Damn, but you're a hunk." He was a little thicker than Dean, maybe a
build more like Matthew's. But equally ripped with golden skin and a
smattering of freckles across his smooth chest. Actually, he was smooth
everywhere except for his nicely groomed blond pubes.

"Hardly compare to you. God, you're like a fantasy come true." His hands
trailed reverently over my body, his thumbs teasing my nipples.

"I assure you; this is very real." I drank in his lust and was so damned
relieved he was so into me. Not that I couldn't seduce a straight man,
but giving a guy what he already wanted felt so much better. And fuck, he
wanted me bad. Which was good because my control was gone.

"Just be...um...gentle. It's been a few years."

"My, God, why? You're gorgeous. No reason you shouldn't get all the man-
lovin' you could want."

"Enough talk." Heath closed in, his mouth hitting mine as his tongue
begged entry.

We kissed hard, and my hands gripped his tight round ass, and I realized
I hadn't grabbed any supplies. I broke the kiss and panted.

"We need lube." I didn't care who did the topping, but someone was
getting fucked. From what I'd felt, Heath was very nicely endowed - maybe
not as large as Dean, but I was guessing at least eight and a half inches
if not nine.

"Please, please, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back," Heath pleaded
with a quick kiss before he ran into the house.

Heath was back in seconds, and I took the lube, setting it on the bench
as I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. His thick cock
stretched my lips wide, and the velvety skin felt so good on my tongue.
He was already leaking, and if the taste of his pre-cum was any
indicator, I was going to enjoy sucking down his load.

"Fuck, you're good," Heath moaned as I deep-throated his dick. There was
something to be said for having well-endowed partners. I had experience
with bigger cocks than Heath and loved giving head.

I could feel his body responding, and I was having a delicious feast on
his lust as I sucked him. There was something even more erotic about
imagining I was drinking his lust from his cock as I sucked.

"David, stop. I want to cum when you fuck me."

I looked up to see Heath staring down at me. His eyes were pleading as I
gently pulled off but didn't move away, gripping his shaft and slowly
stroking.

"How about both. I suck you off and then you cum again? And I'd be more
than happy to have you fuck me. This is one beautiful piece of man-
flesh."

"No. Having you fuck me is like a dream fantasy. Please, and I'm not sure
if I can get it up again. It's been so long."

I gave him a big smile. "Trust me." Then took him back into my mouth and
gave him my full oral attention as I pumped some lube on my fingers and
searched out his hole.

"UGH," Heath groaned as my finger slid inside his tight ass. "Fuck, I've
missed this."

"Mm." I responded as I found his spot and began rubbing it as I sucked. I
worked a second finger in and felt Heath begin to tremble. Within seconds
I was rewarded with a mouthful of succulent, savory, man-cream. I
swallowed it down and decided it was time to start pushing the lust back
into him.

"Shit. I needed that."

"We're not done yet, stud. Lie down on the bench and lift your legs." I
helped him get positioned, and I gotta say he made quite a sight with his
knees pulled up, offering his sweet hole. I got more lube and started
fingering him again. I was curious why he'd gone without, but didn't
figure it mattered since by the time I was done with him, he'd never go
so long again.

"Such a tight, hot ass, Heath. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Fuck, yes." He hugged his knees tighter and lay his head back.

I slicked my cock and pushed against his opening, eliciting a deep groan
as I slid past the ring of muscle. I gave him a minute to adjust and
started pushing the lust back into him. He was already hard again.

"God, you're fucking huge."

"Don't worry, Heath. You're gonna love it." I didn't need to top off his
desire for dick; I just had to remove the inhibitions and guilt. He was
one of Bacchus's now for sure, and that triggered another idea.

"Oh, wow..." Heath moaned as I pushed in farther.

"Heath, APPLY FOR A JOB AT BACCHUS INDUSTRIES. MOVE TO BACCHUS SPRINGS
and STOP FIGHTING YOUR NEEDS." I saw confusion flash through his eyes as
the compulsion took hold. I knew he'd be a perfect fit and would be very
popular with Bacchus's people. We needed all the handsome hunks we could
get.

I was fully seated now and began slowly thrusting. He had a great ass,
and it hugged my dick perfectly. His own thick cock was leaking and shiny
as I hit that spot over and over with each thrust.

"Such an amazing ass, Heath. But with this beautiful dick of yours,
you've got to be willing to give as much as receive. It would be a crime
to waste such a beautiful prick. You owe it to the men out there to share
this with them." I used my powers to make sure the suggestion took hold.

"So good."

I had to agree and also accepted that I had a weakness for muscled,
pretty jocks. One that was equally attracted to me was a treat.

"Turn over on your hands and knees, Heath."

He whimpered when I pulled out but quickly obliged. Lifting his ass for
me and looking over his shoulder, begging me with his eyes to continue,
which I was happy to do.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed how good it felt to be sliding in and out of
him. I continued to feed, pushing the lust back into Heath. He was beyond
rational thought, and I couldn't say I was in a much better place, which
is probably why I didn't sense his son coming through the door until I
heard the rattle of the bike and the gasp.

"Shit."

I looked over to see Heath's son, Aiden, holding the bike and openly
staring at us. Heath was too far gone to care. Before I even realized I
was doing it, I'd reached out my arm and beckoned his boy over. I closed
my eyes and inhaled to get a sense of him and had a fleeting thought that
I shouldn't do this. It quickly drifted away as I realized Aiden was a
virgin. He wasn't quite convinced he was ready, but I knew he was so
close. He'd grown since the last time I'd seen him and had hit that
gangly phase.

"DON'T BE NERVOUS OR AFRAID," I said with a push as he stepped up to us,
his eyes focused on where my cock was sliding into his dad's ass.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Aiden nodded, his eyes wide, and his pants tenting with his erection.

I slowly pulled out and then took Aiden's hand, licking his fingers and
placing them on his dad's slick opening. "FEEL IT." I guided his fingers
into his dad and felt his arousal and confusion. I pulled his hand back
and wrapped his fingers around my shaft, moving him so he stroked me.

"David, please don't stop. Fuck me," Heath pleaded.

I winked at Aiden and raised my eyebrow as I used his hand to guide me
back into the slick opening. Heath let out a low satisfied moan, and I
could feel Aiden tremble.

"Why don't you go into the house and let us finish?"

Aiden stumbled to the door into the kitchen, glancing back before
disappearing inside.

I leaned over Heath and wrapped my arms around him, one hand finding a
nipple to tease and the other stroking his slicked cock.

"Cum for me, Heath." I told him as I ground my dick into his ass.

"Fuck," Heath groaned as his cock stiffened and throbbed with a powerful
orgasm, tightening and squeezing around my dick as he pulled me over the
edge too.

I churned my seed into his ass and let the last of his lust flow back
into him. I was pretty sure the poor guy would jack himself raw or fuck
his wife until she couldn't walk anymore. Either way, he'd be horny for
hours. Probably well into tomorrow.

I wiped myself up with his T-shirt then pulled my clothes back on. He had
collapsed onto the bench and hadn't moved.

"You might want to get cleaned up, Heath. Thank you for that. If you're
ever in Bacchus Springs, you should look me up." I gave a playful squeeze
to his butt cheek. I was sorely tempted to get on my knees and bury my
face in that ass. But no, I needed to see to Aiden.

I stepped into the kitchen and found Heath's son at the counter making a
sandwich. I slid up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, pressing
my bulge into his pert little ass.

"You okay?" I whispered.

"You fucked my dad," Aiden said.

"I did, and I'd gladly do it again. I'd also let him fuck me if he
wanted. When two men are compatible and find each other attractive,
that's what they do. NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT."

"But... Mom."

"Please, Aiden, can she fuck your dad like I did? Sometimes men need to
be with men. How about you? You just going to sneak porn for the rest of
your life, or are you going to try it for yourself?"

"How?" Aiden tried to turn, but I held him tighter, rubbing up and down
against him, kissing his neck.

"I know lots of things. Your choice, Aiden. If you want what I gave your
dad, get yourself ready, and at midnight, think real hard about what you
want to do with me. Also make sure you leave the door unlocked and the
door to your room open. If you do that, I'll show you how good it can
feel."

"I... uh..."

I slid my hand down his inner thigh and nibbled his ear. "Midnight,
Aiden. You decide."

I stepped away and then made my way back to Bernie's house. At least now
I'd fed well enough my brother shouldn't be in danger.


*   Scene 9   *
Introducing Bernardo Martinez

I pulled into the drive with a sigh of relief when I saw David's SUV.
He'd made it okay. I was a little distracted from the smell of the take-
out Chinese on the front seat, but I was so glad my big brother was here.
I had been so afraid we were going to lose him. I pulled into the garage
and grabbed my stuff.

I juggled things as I opened the door into the house and then hit the
button to close the garage door.

"David, I'm home," I called out. I set the takeout on the counter and
slipped my shoes off, putting them on the mat by the door like Casey had
trained me.

"Well, hey there." David's deep voice sent a thrill through me. I'd
missed him so damned much. I turned to find him standing in the doorway,
and my brain stopped. What the fuck?

"David?" It can't be. David is my forty-year-old, older brother. This guy
was... fuck, this guy looked maybe twenty-five if not younger and shit, I
think I just threw a boner.

"What? You don't remember your own big brother?" He stretched out his
arms and walked toward me.

I accepted the awkward hug and felt even more uncomfortable as I got a
good whiff and almost swooned. He smelled so fucking delicious, and his
hard body was wrapped around me, strong arms holding me tight. I should
not be having these kinds of thoughts about my own brother. I struggled
to regain my composure.

"What the hell, bro? You discover the fountain of youth?" I stepped back,
and when I looked into his dark eyes, I had no doubts it was David,
regardless of how impossible this was.

"Kind of. Bacchus Springs is good for you. You should visit."

"If I ever make it through this shit-show, that was the plan. But
seriously, dude." I waved my hand up and down at his body.

"Aw, come on, Bernie. It's me, David. You know I threw myself into
working out when Megan died."

"Yeah, and you definitely got ripped, but... I'm sorry, David, it's just
a bit of a shock. I mean, you look great, okay scratch that, you look
fucking awesome. Maybe you'll share your secret because I'm feeling
seriously old and flabby right now."

"Nah, you can't, you're my little bro and always will be."

"Well, little bro - who isn't so little - brought home Chinese. Grab a
drink, and we can eat."

We dug in, and even as starved as I was for waiting so long to eat, I
tried to take my time. There is something seriously wrong with me, I
thought as I kept stealing glances at David. He'd always been the
"pretty" brother, but the guy sitting across from me now was almost too
attractive to be real. And what the fuck was wrong with me that I was
lusting after him?

"So the last several times we've talked it's been all about me. Tell me
about Bacchus Springs and the new job. How is everything going, and how's
Jon handling it?" I couldn't miss the cringe or the pained look on
David's face as he set down his chopsticks.

"I um... haven't been totally honest."

"Okay..." I drew the word out, trying to think what would be bad enough
he wouldn't tell me. David and I had always been close and pretty much
shared everything.

"It's not you or anything you've said or done. Just me dealing with my
own demons."

"Shit, I thought you were doing better." Fear surged in my gut. I knew
David had gotten pretty low after Megan died, and we'd rallied to make
sure he was never alone for too long.

"No, no. I'm not going to do anything stupid, or rather, no more stupid
than what I've already done. I love Bacchus Springs, and I'm happier with
my life than I ever have been. Jon is also happy with the move and loves
it almost as much as I do. But there are some things I haven't told you
guys. I'm in a pretty serious relationship."

"Whoa. But that's good. What's she like?" I was surprised he'd found
someone so quickly, but then when he looked up, and those dark eyes
focused on me, I knew he had more to say.

"It's Dean, and last I checked, Dean is a 'he." David gave a bashful
smile.

"Well." I was stunned, but then again, maybe not. My brain quickly
supplied observations I'd had over the last many years of my brother and
his best friend, and then I felt unbelievably stupid. "My God, I'm so
blind."

"Yeah, me too. Maybe it's genetic?" David laughed.

"Wait, isn't Dean married?"

"Separated. Kelly walked out on Dean and the kids. Complicated doesn't
begin to cover it. He, Emma, and Ethan are living with us now. I'm hoping
permanently."

"When you do something, you go all in, don't you? Congratulations. So
when did you figure out you like guys, or is it just Dean?"

"The first time Dean kissed me. In high school. I'll be honest I think I
lived in denial until we reconnected. Does it freak you out that I'm into
guys?"

I laughed. Yeah, cause wouldn't that be the pot calling the kettle black.
Well, fuck it. "You're not the only one. I love Casey with all my heart,
but it could have just as easily been a Kyle."

David's eyes went wide, but he didn't respond.

"Sorry, I guess you weren't the only one not being completely honest. I
experimented some but wasn't ever in what you'd call a serious
relationship."

"Okay, then." David picked up his chopsticks dramatically and started
eating again.

"I'm guessing you haven't told Tony. I mean you're here, in one piece
with no apparent injuries."

"Hell, no. I never see him, and he's already going to be so pissed when
he finds out I took the job and left the city. He was very adamant I
should not do that."

I rolled my eyes. "Well just to warn you. He caught me once, I mean, with
another guy and told me if it ever happened again, he'd cut off my
balls."

"Such an open-minded and accepting brother we have."

"Pretty sure he's certifiable," I said.

"How's work?"

"It sucks, but they're paying me a bonus to stay until my project is
finished. I've already got my resume polished and ready to go. There are
a lot of firms in New York; it shouldn't be too hard to land."

"Um, Bernie," David said my name in an almost pleading way that had me
staring back.

"Yeah."

"I have a favor to ask. I really, really need you to submit an
application to Bacchus Industries and do at least one interview. Just
meet my boss, that's all I'm asking."

"Why? Casey and the boys won't want to leave the city, and I'm glad you
love it, but I don't think small-town living is for us."

"As a favor. You don't have to take a job or even seriously consider it.
Just visit me and take a couple of hours, that's all I'm asking. Please."

"Doesn't seem very honest. I'm not going to lie and say stuff that I
don't believe. But if you still want me to show face, I can do that.
Could it be on a weekend? Getting out with this project is going to be
impossible otherwise."

"I'm sure Bacchus would be glad to meet you on a Saturday. Thank you,
Bernie."

I watched him for a minute and could see the relief in his body. His
ripped, totally amazing body that my mind supplied images of me exploring
with my tongue. Fuck, Bernie, stop this shit, I scolded myself.

It was a good thing I'd worked late because I'm not sure I would have
survived much more time around David. Maybe the stress of losing my job
was playing tricks on my mind. Maybe I was going insane, or perhaps
someone had slipped me some drugs. There had to be a reasonable
explanation to why I spent the evening with the hardest erection I'd had
in years and couldn't tear my eyes off my brother or stop thinking how
much I wanted him to fuck me. I tried every distraction I could think of
and only appeased myself by promising my dick I'd give it a really good
time when the door was closed.

"Anything else you need before I crash?" I asked as we finished making up
the pull-out couch.

"Nope. Thank you again for letting me crash here. I miss seeing you
guys."

"Hey, it's all good. I love having you visit, and we have to make sure
not to take so long next time."

"I love you, Bernie." David gave me a bashful smile that made him look
even younger.

"Love you, too." And I am so friggin sorry I'm having these thoughts
about you, I thought as I fought the urge to ask him to share my bed.
Something is seriously wrong with me, I told myself as I stepped into my
bedroom, closing the door and leaning against it as I tried so hard to
stop thinking about him.

>> END CHAPTER SIXTEEN <<


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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. His wife is Ariadne.
* Bailey-Parks, Drake - Attorney specializing in contract law. Married to
Ross Bailey-Parks. Interviewing at Bacchus Industries.
* Barker, Calvin - chef at the Resort and Spa
* Benz, Adam - college roommate of Jon Martinez
* Benz, Thomas - father of Adam Benz
* 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, betrothed to
Jon Martinez
* 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, bodybuilder. Moved to Bacchus Springs to
find a better home for his nephew.
* Carson, Tyrone - Student, nephew of Trevor.
* Castile, Marc - pediatrician, partner of Trent
* Castle, Paula - friend of Tabitha Ward.
* Cavanaugh, Brian - Attorney, nephew of Troy. Specializing in
Corporate/Contract law and interviewing at Bacchus Industries.
* Cavanaugh, Josh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh
* Cavanaugh, Kennedy - College student, Son of Troy Cavanaugh. Betrothed
to Jake
* 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, soul mate to Jon Martinez
* Ferrari, Elmo, MD - The primary family doctor in Bacchus Springs. He
assists Bacchus with assessments of youth after completing they've
completed puberty.
* 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.
* Hamlin, Barbara - Bacchus's secretary. Grandmother type with gray hair,
slender and well dressed.
* Harris, Ford - Servant of Bacchus, Owner and operator of Bacchus
Construction
* Heather - Nymph with a curvy build, thick blond hair and green eyes
* Jamal - Shifter and guard for Bacchus, one of Hade's junior hounds
* Jensen, Dean - Servant of Bacchus, Investments Broker/Banker, married
to Kelly, father of Ethan and Emma, soul mate to David Martinez
* 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.
* Kayla - Nymph with a voluptuous build, dark hair and pale milky white
skin
* Keller, Grant - Attorney specializing in Criminal Law interviewing at
Bacchus Industries.
* Ketler, Grant - Bellman at Bacchus Springs Resort & Spa, rising senior
in college
* Laurnzano, Grayson, candidate offered a job as David's assistant and
traffic manager for the law department.
* 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, one of the
Erotes, soul mate to Dean Jenson
* Martinez, Jon - College student, son of David, one of the Erotes, soul
mate to Jake Donaldson, betrothed to Ashley Campbell
* 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
* Miller, Trent Austin- Event Manager and partner to Marc Castile, a
Doctor, who attended the CE Conference at the Resort and Spa.
* Pappetti, Louis - Director of Corporate Real Estate for Bacchus
Industries. Married.
* Prentice, Drew - Accountant/Finance Officer at Bacchus Industries.
Reports to Jeff Brentwood.
* 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
* Satyrs - Servants of Bacchus. Through an arrangement with Pan, Bacchus
has a version of the Faun's as servants. Similar to Pan's fauns but
without the goat's legs and tail and more human in appearance. They are
long-lived and have unusual powers of seduction. The satyrs are: Benny,
Blaze, Chetana (f), Devon, Elijah, Jinho, Juan Carlo, Julian, Matthew,
Sinha "Sin", and Victor.
* 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
* Tanner, Brooks MD - doctor visiting Bacchus Springs for a Continuing
Education conference.
* Tanner, Tiffany - wife of Brooks Tanner.
* 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.
* Young, Aiden - student, son of Heath and Jessica
* Young, Jessica - wife of Heath and mother of Aiden
* Young, Heath - engineer and neighbor of Bernardo Martinez, father of
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