Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2017 12:02:12 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 3: Unpacking

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 3: Unpacking
by Tripp Savidge

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


*   Scene 1   *
David Martinez

I carefully untangled myself from Jon's leg, and arm wrapped around my
body and slid from the bed. He must have moved in his sleep, I thought to
myself because I was sure I'd remember if we'd done anything... acted on
my desires or done half the things I dreamt. I turned back to make sure I
hadn't woken him up and saw that he'd already snuggled back into the
covers and was breathing deep and regular.

I walked into the bath and leaned against the wall, amazed I'd conjured
up the willpower to leave. I didn't want to. I wanted to snuggle into him
and then wake him with kisses and my mouth wrapped around his morning
wood. But... that was so damned wrong. What was happening to me?

Even so, I smelled like sex... and Ethan. I showered and went through my
morning routine pulling on a tee and a pair of sweats. It was Sunday, and
we had very few things on the agenda; Dean had arranged for my
introductory session at the health club after lunch, and he was taking us
to Dion's at the Resort and Spa for dinner. But for now, my morning was
clear.

I walked through the bedroom and paused to look at Jon's beautiful
sleeping form. Maybe I need professional help. I dragged myself away and
headed for the kitchen.

While we still had a lot of boxes to unpack, Kelly had found the coffee
maker and supplies, before she stormed off. I opened the bag and inhaled
deeply. I loved the smell of coffee beans. I poured some into the hopper,
made sure the tank had water and started the machine.

I searched the cupboard for my mug. Not just one of the plain white ones
that matched the everyday dinnerware, my special mug. It was hand-thrown,
cobalt blue, and very dear. Jon had given it to me for Father's Day when
he was seven. I still remembered it clearly. Megan, Jon, and I had gone
out for a fancy brunch and then toured an arts festival set up in the
park. Jon had picked it out himself and gave it to me when we got home.
Damn, must still be packed. I reluctantly took one of the plain mugs and
filled it.

Hell, it's still coffee, I thought as I stepped out onto the back terrace
and sat at my new patio set. It was brisk out, but the sun was up and the
morning mist had already burned off. I took a sip and sighed. No denying
it, the new place was beautiful. I just wish I had been able to share it
with Megan. Jon was here, but he'd be going back to college and then off
to make his own life. I'd be alone in this huge house. Could I get any
more pitiful? I'm so fucked up and delusional. Is this what it feels like
to go insane? I wondered. What else could explain what was in my head, my
perverted thoughts, my lust for Jon... and for Dean? Fucking my best
friend's son. Hell, fucking any man who'd let me.

I heard a car in the alley and looked up just as the back gate swung
open. Dean. Fucking beautiful, sexy, gorgeous Dean, was coming through
the gate. Bags over his arm, a drink carrier in hand and a carry-away bag
in the other. He looked up and smiled.

"Morning," I called out.

"You're up early." He set down the drink carrier and the take-away bag.
"I'm going to throw this stuff in the fridge, and then I'll be back."

"What did you get?"

"Stuff for lunch. Thought we'd break in your grill. Lamb, beef, and
chicken skewers. A Greek salad, pita bread, and hummus."

"You're too good to me." I could already hear my stomach growling.

"There's a breakfast sandwich for you in the bag. Hope you like bacon,
egg, and cheese croissants. They're all the same. I also got you a
vanilla latte, with extra whip."

"Remind me to worship you," I joked.

"Oh, I will, David. I will." Dean went up the steps and through the door
as I watched his sexy ass.

"Jon still sleeping?" Dean asked when he returned.

"Yeah. I thought he could use the rest. I think he's struggling a bit
with all the change."

Dean sat across from me, took out a sandwich and grabbed one of the other
drinks. He turned his eyes on me, giving me a serious look. "You're
brooding again. What is it?"

"God. I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

"Nope. Start talking."

I watched him take a bite of his sandwich. Those beautiful lips... His
strong jaw and those drop-dead, green eyes.

"David?"

"Sorry," I blurted realizing I'd just been staring at him. "I think I
need to go back to seeing the shrink. I'm seriously losing it, Dean. How
do you know when you're going insane?"

"David, you are not going insane."

"If you knew what shit was in my head, you wouldn't say that."

"So tell me." Dean leaned forward.

"I can't." I stared at the lawn, afraid to meet his eyes. Would he hate
me? Walk away and never speak to me again?

"Yes, you can. We can tell each other anything. We're friends - through
good times and bad."

"You'll hate me. I can't lose you, Dean. You and Jon are my world."

"You are not going to lose me, and I can't think of anything you could
possibly tell me that would make me hate you. So did you kill someone?
Need help burying the body? I'm up for that."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Bastard."

"Nope, parents were married. Quit stalling."

"I don't even know where to start."

"Pick a place, maybe when you started noticing the 'shit' in your head?"

I couldn't look at him. I stared at the fence. "When I came for the
interview. Fuck... I don't even know what my mind is making up and what
was real. For a while I couldn't remember, then when it started coming
back, I wondered if it was just my imagination. But then Matthew and
Blaze... they were real."

Dean chuckled. "Oh yeah, they're real. Just spit it out. I was there,
remember? Not for everything, but I might be able to validate."

"I swear, Dean. Bacchus used some wizarding shit, magic. That's not even
real, right?" I knew magic was just in kids' stories, but...

"David, if you don't fuckin spill it out I'm going to beat it out of you.
Don't filter every damn word. Just talk."

"The interview started off pretty normal. Just regular interview
questions and then it got weird. He put this collar on me, did some weird
mojo shit and it disappeared. Oh, and then we had sex. My god, Dean! I
had sex with a guy for the first time in my life. I fucked him, Dean. A
guy! My new boss. Then he fucked me and then I had sex with Chetana. I'd
never even met her before and all of a sudden we're at it hot and heavy?
That just doesn't make sense, and I was there for it, and it still
doesn't make sense! When I got home, things started changing. I started
to find myself checking out the guys around me, mentally stripping them
and fantasizing about having sex with them. Er... well, the ones I found
attractive."

"Keep going, David. You're not scaring me off."

I looked at him to see if he was teasing. "So then I started having some
issues, some of the men and women around me started getting aggressive -
like sexually aggressive. I was struggling not to give in, and then I
called Bacchus." I looked back to Dean. "He must have somehow known; he'd
told me that when it got to be too much to call him. That's when he
started sending Matthew and Blaze to 'help,' if you get my drift. Dean,
I'd never... with a guy... you know? Then I couldn't seem to stop myself.
I needed it. That's also when the memories started coming back. What
happened with Ethan. Aw, shit. I... I... Oh, god, please tell me I
didn't. I remember throwing myself at you, begging you to fuck me." There
I'd said it. I still couldn't look at him.

"David. Look at me."

"Oh, god. It's true I did, and now you hate me." I choked out.

"Asshole. No, I don't hate you. I know it's hard to believe, but I really
do understand. So, yeah, you fucked Ethan. I have too. Yes, you came on
to me. It happened, and I was never as thrilled or flattered in all my
life."

"But... you got so angry."

"Yeah, because Bacchus told me I couldn't touch you. Don't you remember
that part? He told you too."

"I can't tell what's real and what my mind made up. I don't understand it
all, Dean." I took a deep breath feeling the need to keep going. "There's
more..."

"I'm listening."

"I'm attracted to Jon. I mean, like, I can't stop thinking about him, and
I have to fight the urge to seduce him or outright strip him and rape
him." I turned to look at Dean, meeting his eyes again and expecting to
see horror. I didn't.

"It's okay, David. Not sure that 'normal' is the right word, but I can
tell you that what you are experiencing is very typical for someone
moving here, someone touched by Bacchus. Before you go on, maybe if I
tell you what it was like for me?"

"Sure." I was even more confused, but maybe once he shared, I'd figure it
out.

"Strange as it seems now, Kelly is the one who found this place. One of
her college friends recommended it, and she nagged me to put in an
application. I went through interviews just like you, then for my final
interview, they took me to their most important customer to get his okay.
That was Bacchus, and similar to your experience, I was collared,
seduced, and fucked out of my ever-lovin' mind. He also told me I was
living a lie and said I had a year to get things in motion to fix it."

"What lie?" I asked curiously.

"We'll get back to that. So it was about four days after we moved here
when I woke up to find Ethan under the covers with his lips wrapped
around my cock. It escalated quickly, every time we were alone, he had my
dick out. By the end of the first week, I woke to find him riding me -
with Kelly, still asleep in the bed beside me. I don't know why, but I
told Bacchus, and he had Ethan and me over to his place for lunch. He
fucked us both then let his satyrs take turns with us. So yes, I'm very
familiar with Matthew and Blaze... and no, I can't resist them any better
than you can."

I watched as Dean finished his sandwich and drank some of his latte. He
looked back at me and continued.

"So you weren't Ethan's first by any stretch. The kid loves dick. And you
think your thoughts are perverted? I found out I love watching other guys
fuck him - to the point I've set him up with men more than a few times. I
hadn't forgotten about Bacchus's ultimatum on fixing things. But somehow
I kept running into roadblocks. I expressed my frustrations to him, and
it wasn't until Bacchus stepped in that I found out that Kelly was
working against me."

"What were you trying to do?" I asked unable to think of what lie Dean
might have been living.

"Get you to move here."

"Shit! Is that why Kelly freaked out on me yesterday? I thought I'd done
something."

"No, you didn't do anything - other than just being the most gorgeous man
on the planet. And, yes that's why she freaked out. Bacchus took matters
into his own hands. He warned Kelly and told me she was going to be an
issue. That's being resolved now. She's gone away for a bit, courtesy of
Bacchus's folks. She'll spend some time at St. Anthony's until she's
adjusted."

"I didn't mean to cause problems between you and Kelly."

"You didn't. That was the lie. There is one, and only one true love in my
life and isn't Kelly. Bacchus saw it right away."

"Who?"

"You really have to ask? It's you, David."

"Me?" The tears started rolling down my cheeks, and a small sob escaped.
I had convinced myself that was part of my delusions. I remembered
Bacchus saying Dean loved me - that he couldn't know... that was real
too? I stood up and went to him, intending to finally continue our kiss.

Dean put up his hands and pushed me back into the chair. "No, David. Not
yet. You so much as lay lips on me and Bacchus's men or the man himself
will be here in seconds carting me off."

"But..."

"We can't. Not yet. David, I do love you, I always have. Even though you
rejected me."

What? I never rejected him. "What the hell are you talking about?" I sat
back as he returned to his chair.

"That time when we kissed, and the other guys came in? You didn't speak
to me for the rest of the weekend. Every time I got near you, you walked
away."

"No. I thought we were being low-key. I thought you regretted it - the
way you glared at me and how stiff you acted. When we were packing up, I
tried to give you a bro-hug, and you pushed me away. I didn't reject you;
there was nothing more I wanted in the world than to kiss you and
continue what we started."

"Fuck." Dean laughed shaking his head. "All that damned time and it was
miscommunication? The fates must really hate us, David. We could have
been together fucking our brains out all these years?"

My first thought was that we could now, then it crumbled as I could still
feel where Dean had pushed me away and reminded me that we couldn't. My
heart dropped, and I was ready to cry again. "So if Bacchus knows this,
and doesn't want you to live a lie, why can't we be together?"

Dean reached out and took my hand. "We can, David. Bacchus promised me
that we will be together, just, not yet. There are some things that have
to happen first. Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

"Then trust me on this. I promise it won't be long and then you and I can
pick up with that kiss and a whole lot more."

"I can do that. I promise, Dean. I won't sleep with anyone. I'm hardly a
virgin, but I love you, and I don't want anyone else."

"No, David. You can't."

"I may not have the strongest willpower but don't sell me short."

"No, David. You don't understand - you can't. If you hold out, it will
delay us being together. You have to trust me on this too and not fight
it. I know it seems wrong now, but it will be okay. Accept your
attraction to Jon, and for the others, Bacchus sends to you, and act on
it."

"Dean, this doesn't make sense."

"Not now, but it will. I want nothing more than to hoard you for myself
and let no one else touch you, but Bacchus was clear - that is not
acceptable, and he made it part of the conditions for bringing you in. We
are his servants, his disciples, and part of that includes seducing men
and women and bringing them into his flock. He has plans for us."

I stared at Dean in disbelief. "But we'll get to be together?"

"Yes," Dean said squeezing my hand.

"I have another confession." I gulped the rest of my latte as if that
would give me courage. I had so many more questions, but if I was going
to trust him, then I had to start now.

"Yeah?"

"I had sex with Ethan again."

Dean laughed. "Don't I know it. When he got home last night, I threw him
on the bed and gave him the most thorough rimming he's ever had in his
life. If I could have crawled up his ass to get the rest of your load, I
would have. I settled for fucking him - thinking the whole time that your
big, beautiful horse-cock had just been in him. Then I sucked out his
hole again."

"Is he okay?" I asked as I felt the heat building, my cock chubbing up in
my sweats. The thought of Dean having sex with Ethan was insane... maybe
unbelievable, but so incredibly hot.

"He might be walking a bit funny, but yeah, he's fine. Like I told you.
He's a little cock hound. I don't think it's possible to fuck him enough
to satisfy his needs. He knows by the way."

"Knows?"

"Knows that I'm in love with you. Knows we can't do anything right now.
So whenever you're done fucking him, he comes straight to me and gloats -
then lets me lick up every bit of you that remains on and in his body."

The sound of the screen door interrupted us.

"Hey tiger," I called out.

"Got a breakfast sandwich for you and a mocha. You might want to zap them
if they're not still warm," Dean added.

"Thanks," Jon said dropping into the other chair. "Is it legal to be up
this early?"

"I got this," I grabbed the bag and the remaining drink and headed into
the kitchen to warm them up.


*   Scene 2   *
Jon Martinez

I woke up to find myself alone in the bed. After what I'd seen last
night, I was somewhat relieved. My dreams had been crazy - and most were
about mad, passionate sex with Dad. The one that was really haunting me
was a dream in which I was in bed with Dean and Dad. It felt so
incredibly real and vivid. In the dream, they'd pulled me into bed with
them and seduced me. Both of them touching and licking until I was
begging for release. When they finally complied Dean had put his cock to
my mouth while Dad slid his monster into my ass. They spit roast me, and
it was heaven. The memory of the dream was still giving me chills and
making my dick throb.

I took my time in the shower and getting dressed. I hadn't heard Dad
moving around, and the only thing I'd picked up so far was the smell of
coffee. It wasn't until I opened the back door that I heard Dad and Uncle
Dean talking. I looked out the screen door and had a flashback to my
dream. Who could blame me? They were both handsome men, and I was past
desperate.

Dad had gone into the house to heat up breakfast for me, and Uncle Dean
was giving me a real serious look.

"You tell him yet?"

"Tell him what, Uncle Dean?"

"First, I think you're old enough to drop the 'Uncle.' And have you told
your dad you like guys."

"What?" I was appalled that my voice squeaked like a girl - probably due
to the shock. Then Uncle Dean had the nerve to laugh.

"I've been watching you stud. You have had your eyes glued to every man's
crotch and ass since you got here. Especially that hot fuck in the house.
Not that I blame you on that one."

"I... I... uhm." I had no idea what to say.

"It's okay buddy. If you weren't before moving here, you'd have started
showing interest anyway. That's the way things work here. But in your
case, I think it would help you and your dad adjust if you were just
honest about it. He's not going to love you any less."

"But..."

"I know you're probably getting some strange feelings and maybe some
ideas popping into your head that freak you out a little."

I snorted. Yeah like wanting to have sex with your own dad was "normal."

"No seriously, Jon. Like I told your dad, it's okay. Don't fight it." He
looked up to the house then leaned in closer. "Like wanting to make out
with your dad."

"Here you go," Dad called as the screen door slammed closed behind him.

I took the cup and the sandwich and all of a sudden I felt a little
nauseous. Uncle Dean was still looking at me. I wondered how he knew, but
then he seemed okay with it which gave me even more questions. They began
talking, and I focused on eating. Trying to ignore the throbbing boner in
my shorts and my memory of the dream.

After I'd finished, we all headed in the house and tackled more unpacking
until Uncle Dean announced he was going to start lunch. We opted to eat
outside since it was such a nice day. The food was great, and I began to
feel more comfortable, but dropping the whole "uncle" thing was going to
take a while.

We changed clothes and headed to the gym Dad was joining. Well, I guess
technically, we both were. But he had the appointment with the owner for
an introductory session. Uncle Dean, er well, Dean was going to show me
around.

I leaned forward and poked Dean when I saw the sign as we pulled into the
parking lot. The name was "Mufflers," okay I got that, but in script
under the name and the cartoon image of a body builder was the tagline
"We specialize in re-alignments!"

Dean turned around and winked at me then whispered. "Yup, exactly what
you're thinking."

Oh my god! Seriously? That seemed rather blatant, especially for a hick,
small town. Even in New York, I'd have been surprised.

We stepped inside, and I looked around while Dad checked us in at the
counter. I was impressed. The gym was not at all what I expected and
looked more like what you'd find in a Country Club, not a converted
service station in a small town. The owner, Brad Donaldson, was also not
what I expected. He was a very handsome, blond body-builder. A few inches
shorter than Dad but about double his muscle mass. He wasn't too extreme,
no popping veins and not so big he couldn't scratch his own back.

I still thought Dad looked hotter. Dad was more of a fitness model build.
He was wearing his tight compression tank and shorts - black with bright
blue accents. He'd always gone for snug shorts to help keep things from
getting too embarrassing. Something I understood all too well. He
obviously worked out and looked athletic, every muscle was clearly formed
and distinct. Damn, he was sexy.

Brad was wearing silky running shorts and a loose tank that just sort of
hung on his massive shoulders. But the way he looked at Dad sort of
bothered me. Like Dad was his next meal. Dad introduced me and then I was
even more uncomfortable - because I swear the man was mentally stripping
me as we shook hands.

"Pleased to meet you, Jon. Welcome to Bacchus Springs. We'll have to
schedule a tour and introduction for you as well. I'd like you to get the
most out of the club, and I assure you all the staff are dedicated to
making every visit a great workout experience."

"Ah... thanks, Mr. Donaldson."

"Brad, please. We're not formal 'round here."

Dean put a hand on my arm and hauled me off to do some cardio. He was
chuckling and shaking his head.

"What?"

"You are so transparent, buddy. When Brad was talking to your Dad, you
were so jealous, and I got this image of you pissing on him to claim
him."

"That's gross," I objected while feeling embarrassed that he'd seen it so
easily.

"Yeah, but funny. Don't worry stud. Nothing and no one is going to come
between you and your dad. Let him have some fun. Brad is very dedicated
to satisfying his clients. I noticed he gave you a good scoping out too."

I felt the heat rush to my face. As I turned on the treadmill and tried
to ignore Dean.

"Give it time, Jon. I know you're going to love it here."

I finished the cardio and Dean showed me how to set up the Cybex - not
that I needed help, but it was cool spending time with him. He'd always
been like family and now, watching him - or well checking him out, I
decided he was pretty hot as well. It was nice being fussed over and he
was definitely a distraction. My dream from the night before wasn't
exactly helping though. His shorts formed to his body perfectly, and I
could clearly see the shape of his cock under the fabric. I was surprised
that he and dad didn't wear anything over them. Most guys I knew didn't
wear the compression shorts by themselves. It seemed to be a trend at
Mufflers.

I started on the pec machine and realized I had a clear view of Dad and
Brad in the free weight section. Brad's back was to me, but I could tell
he was explaining something about pecs and shoulders. I watched as Dad
replicated the movement and froze when Brad put his hands to the sides of
Dad's pecs, pushing underneath his tank and exposing his dark nipples. He
had a thumb on each of Dad's tits and was obviously playing with them as
Dad moved the weights.

I looked around the gym in shock. Was anyone watching? How could he do
that right there in the open? And there was no missing Dad's reaction.
When you get to a certain size, it's just not possible to hide, and Dad's
cock was clearly straining against the shorts - like a snake trying to
escape down his leg.

I moved on to the next machine but kept glancing over at them to see what
was going on. They'd moved to the squat rack and Dad's back was to me as
Brad stood behind him, coaching him - with a hand on each of Dad's ass
cheeks.

I turned to see if Dean had noticed, but he had his earbuds in and eyes
closed as he did his own reps. I looked back and saw Brad slide his hand
down the back of Dad's shorts along his crack and between his legs. Okay,
so even if he's checking muscles I don't think there's anything there he
needs to be touching.

"Doing okay buddy?" Dean asked startling me.

"Uhm, yeah. Why?"

"You were just staring and not moving. If you're done, move on so someone
else can use the machine."

"Okay." I got up and wiped off the machine, glancing back over to Dad.
Holy shit! I quickly looked around again to see if anyone noticed. All
the other guys seemed oblivious. I'm not sure how... Dad's hand was
inside Brad's shorts and was most definitely playing with his ass while
Brad demonstrated squats.

"You know how to set this one up? What weight do you want?" Dean asked
bringing my attention back to the tricep press. By the time I was into my
reps and glanced back over, Dad and Brad weren't in sight. I wondered
where they might have gone, but decided to continue my workout. I focused
on the machines and finished the circuit.

"You want to grab a shower here or wait until we're home?" Dean asked.

"When we get home." I was feeling rather off and given that I'd been
fighting a boner most of my workout I really didn't want to expose myself
to strangers. "Where's Dad?"

"Haven't seen him. Hey, I'm going to go talk to Jeff at the counter."
Dean said as he walked off.

I looked around again to see where Dad was and decided to check the
locker rooms. I was a bit surprised at how posh it was when I first
entered. They had massage rooms, and it looked like a couple consult
rooms or offices before I got to the locker room. I stopped before I went
any farther. I'd watched enough porn to know those sounds. Grunting,
moaning, and flesh smacking against flesh.

I stepped into the first bay of lockers as quietly as I could, carefully
and slowly peering around the corner into the next section. I bit my
tongue to keep from making a sound when I saw them. There was a wide,
fancy wooden bench between the banks of lockers in each section and on
this one - Brad was on his back, legs wrapped around my Dad's back as he
fucked the bodybuilder. Not a gentle love making - a full on, hard man
fuck. Brad bounced forward with a low grunt each time Dad bottomed out in
his ass. His eyes were wild with lust, and he had his hands all over Dad,
playing with his nipples, touching him, pulling him tighter. Dad's back
was toward me, but I could see Brad's face.

I was frozen in place. This was way hotter than any of the porn vids I'd
watched. Sure Dad and Brad were as good looking, if not better than many
of the models I'd seen, but maybe it was because this was real - not
staged. I was rock hard in seconds. I so wanted to be in there with
them... to feel Dad buried in my ass like that.

I almost blew it then - almost made a sound that would have surely drawn
Dad's attention. Brad let out a deep, satisfied groan, and gripping an
ass cheek in each hand pulled Dad even tighter into his body as he turned
his head and looked at me. He gave me a wicked smile and winked. "That's
it Dave, fuck me hard, Fill me with your seed, breed me just like you
want to breed your boy."

I pulled back and took a couple of breaths to try and calm myself down. I
quickly made my way back to the main gym. I couldn't believe it. First I
catch Dad fucking Ethan and now the gym owner. I didn't even know he was
into guys... I mean he and mom had been married forever, and I'd never
heard him say anything that would have indicated-

I jumped and let out a squeal when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Woah, buddy. You okay? You look like you saw a ghost," Dean asked.

"Yeah, fine. Just a little light-headed - need some water." I said trying
to hide my rock hard dick as I bent over the fountain. I turned around,
expecting him to have moved on, only to find his eyes focused intently on
my crotch.


*   Scene 3   *
Ben Donaldson

I really enjoyed my night with Dad and Jake. There was something
comforting about being with family. I knew they loved me and while the
sex was great, I knew if I just wanted to hang and not get physical
they'd be okay with that too.

Sex with Bacchus was a little more over the top, and even if one of the
other guys didn't join us, Bacchus overwhelmed me to the point I couldn't
think. He managed to bring out my inner nympho-slut, and I couldn't get
enough of his body. Once he started, he could use me any way he wanted.

Blaze explained early on that the first few months were like hazing and
once I wasn't the "new guy" it would get better and part of it was just
adjusting to becoming a Satyr. I've long since adjusted, and he was
right, I quickly got over the sense of being "used." I loved the sex, and
while I never expected there to be quite so many guys, I'd come to enjoy
the variety. My favorite was still the nights when I stayed with Bacchus
or even when Sin or one of the other guys would join.

It wasn't long after our first visit to Bacchus Springs and my
"conversion," that most of the other satyrs had taken their turns with
me. After about six months Bacchus started my training on how to use my
powers to seduce men. He'd said it worked on women too, but that didn't
really interest me. I gotta say there's something incredibly erotic and
satisfying seducing a straight, married man. It's become one of my
favorite jobs - seeing them crumble, victims of their own lust and need.
Watching the horror on their face as they find sex with me to be better
than anything they've ever felt with a woman. Sin usually gets the jobs
outside of the US, and I get many of the assignments closer to home.
Bacchus says my "boy next door" innocence works better here. I don't
mind. Helping Bacchus cement business deals and influence powerful men is
fun. I get great sex, and he rewards me for a man well done. I began
wondering if he'd have any jobs for me this week...

"You daydreaming?" Jake asked. He was driving us to the gym. We were
going to stop in and see Dad before he took me back to Bacchus's place.

"Yeah. Just thinking about all the changes."

"At least you get regular sex," Jake scoffed.

I knew it fried him that he was on a short leash. Yeah, I get regular
sex. Multiple times a day. I hadn't told Jake or Dad what it was really
like. They knew about Bacchus, but I didn't tell them about all the
others. I wasn't sure what Jake would think knowing how many guys were
fucking me on a regular basis. "Your time will come."

"Hope so." Jake parked and turned off the car. He was about to get out
when I heard him mutter. "Shit."

I followed his gaze and saw Mr. Jensen and two strangers get into an
Acura. "Holy fuck!" I blurted. "Talk about hot!" I shifted in my seat to
get a better view. The two guys were fuck-a-licious, dark, sexy, and
there were two, like a matched set of orgy bliss.

I turned to see Jake crouched down in his seat like he was hiding. He
looked mortified. "What the hell dude?"

"Tell me when they're gone," Jake whispered.

I watched the SUV pull out and turned back to my brother. "Okay, so what
gives?"

"That was him."

"A bit vague bro. Three guys and who the hell is 'him?'"

Jake sat up and looked to make sure they were gone. "The one I told you
and Dad about, from school. He was the younger guy."

"Good taste bro. I'd do him in a heartbeat."

"No, Benny. You can't! He's mine. Please don't."

"Uhm, isn't this also the guy Bacchus told you to stay away from, as in
hands-off amigo?"

"Yeah, but please, Benny. You've got to promise me. You seduce him with
your satyr mojo shit, and I'll never have a chance."

"I sort of like you doing this begging thing. Can't recall that ever
happening before." I knew I was baiting him, but seriously I finally had
the upper hand. Jake got out of the car, slammed the door and stormed
into the club. Well, this was certainly a turn of events. I thought as I
followed him in.

"... gotta tell me. Please." Jake pleaded with Dad as I walked up.

Dad gave me a curious look, and I shrugged.

"David Martinez and his son, Jon," Dad said watching Jake for a reaction.

"Son? Seriously Dad. What? He was conceived before starting elementary
school." No way was that guy old enough to have a son our age, and there
was no denying they had to be related.

"Yeah, boys. Son." Dad laughed. "David is one of Bacchus's. Inner circle
and all that shit. He's the lawyer I was telling you about. Blaze said he
was already smokin' hot before, but the big man took a few years off."

Jake looked dumbstruck. Like he was still processing.

"You got to fuck that!" I said in disbelief while hoping he'd spill
details.

"Well more like he fucked me and fucked me very well I might add. Damn
the guy is not only gorgeous, but he's hung like a horse. And I think
your brother ought to rethink things. From what I saw in the kid's shorts
he not only got the looks, he got the dick as well."

"Oh, I think a professional should handle him, for sure. Jakey isn't
really up to taking on something like that." I watched Jake's expression
as I spoke. My poor brother looked like he was going to have a fit.

"You can't Benny. You promised," Jake whined.

"No, I didn't, but I'll give you a conditional promise. I won't unless
Bacchus tells me to." I knew it didn't make him happy, but he couldn't
really argue. We all knew who called the shots.

"So Dad, does that mean he's a satyr like me? We weren't close enough for
me to tell."

"I don't think so. Servant for sure, but I think something 'more,' if you
know what I mean. He didn't feel like Mr. Jensen, and he's inner circle
too. All I can say is that I will gladly bend over for that man any time
he wants."

Jake still wasn't speaking, but my pride was a little in danger. "So you
mean better than me?"

"Sorry, Benny. You're damn fine. But that man is in a whole different
league."

I wanted to object but knew it was pointless. I wondered if I'd end up
getting a sample for myself. I didn't mind leaving the son for Jake. The
dad was more my speed anyway. I like my lovers a bit older and if he was
well endowed, all the better. My ass was throbbing just thinking of the
possibilities.


*   Scene 4   *
Jon Martinez

I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom, still no bed, but that's not
what I needed. I stepped into the bathroom and closed and locked the door
behind me. I stripped off my tee and my loose shorts. I saw the huge wet
spot on my trunks where I'd been leaking. I worked to slide them down and
release my aching cock. A huge stream of pre-cum stretched from my cock
to my underwear as I stepped out of them.

I put one hand to the root of my cock and the other to the shaft and
began stroking. I was desperate for relief. It felt like my insides were
boiling with cum trying to escape. I looked into the mirror, and for a
second it threw me. In that brief instance, I saw Dad. Maybe Dean was
right; I really was the spitting image of my father. Well lucky fucking
me, because he was hot. The image of Dad and Mr. Donaldson was burned in
the back of my skull and what he'd said; implying that Dad wanted to fuck
me. I stroked my dick and had to bite my lips to keep from moaning. My
body was tense, and my tool was rock hard and slick. My hands slid up and
down the shaft easily bringing me closer and closer. My right hand
stroked the head while my left worked the shaft and it hit. Oh my god, it
hit. I gasped and felt the glorious release as my seed coursed up my cock
and shot into the air. I wasn't even coherent enough to count how many
shots - it just went on and on.

I slid to the floor and closed my eyes. My heart was still pounding, and
my legs ached. I looked up and saw my load dripping down the mirror. Gobs
and gobs of creamy man juice. Well, fuck, I thought. That had to be one
of the biggest loads I'd ever blown. It looked like someone had thrown a
bucket of jizz on the mirror and counter. I pulled myself together and
debated on how best to clean up.

Once I was sure the evidence was gone, I got a cloth and wiped myself
off. You'd think with as much spunk as was on the mirror I'd be clean,
but no, I was a mess. Really dick, really? I mentally scolded - I was
still as hard as ever. I rooted through my drawer and found a tight
jockstrap that would make my challenge a little less noticeable and
dressed before heading back downstairs.

"Hey Jon," Emma called out when I walked into the dining room.

"Hey, Emma. Where is everyone?"

"I was assigned china and dining room. Your dad is working in his office,
and my dad is in the kitchen. Not sure about Ethan but if you're looking
for him, check your dad's office. You guys have some really beautiful
stuff."

"Thanks." I picked up one of the teacups she'd unwrapped and looked at
it. Mom and Dad made a point to have at least one formal dinner a week
using the good stuff. Partially to humor me and Dad was always saying why
have stuff you don't use. It started after one of our vacations and my
first high tea. I'd felt so sophisticated. I set the cup down. "Yeah,
lots of memories."

"So do you like the house? I think it's gorgeous!" Emma gushed.

"Yeah, it is. A bit big for the two of us."

"Oh please. What I wouldn't give to have enough space to get off by
myself at times."

"I'm going to go find out what Dad wants me to tackle next." I headed to
Dad's office and could hear voices as I approached. Guess I had found
Ethan too.

"Hey Jon, I was just telling Ethan that we haven't even started on the
garage. If you guys wouldn't mind? The tools go on the workbench or in
that big rolling tool cabinet. There's a cabinet for the car cleaning and
maintenance stuff and any holiday decorations go upstairs in the storage
room. I think we got most of them, but I'm sure there's a box or two."

"It's going faster than I'd thought it would," I said.

"Thanks to all the help. Other than my office, I expect we'll have it
done today. Thanks, guys."

I watched Ethan as I walked behind him out to the garage and snickered to
myself thinking of calling it a carriage house. I also couldn't help but
notice that for how young he was, Ethan carried himself with confidence.
More than I had for sure.

Ethan turned to look at me as he opened the side door. "You doing okay
cuz?"

"Sure," I said automatically. Ethan wasn't really my cousin, just like
Dean wasn't my uncle, but that's how we'd always referred to each other.
We'd always been family - even if not blood-related.

"You're a terrible liar," Ethan snickered. He turned on the lights and
started checking the labels on boxes.

"I'm not lying," I objected. I hit the switch for the overhead door, so
we'd get more light and some fresh air.

Ethan gave me a look that was all too knowing. "Yeah, right. My bet is
you are totally freaking out. Maybe even think you're going crazy. By
now, you're probably horny all the time and can't jack the old wood
enough to feel better or get relief. This is your second day? Or third,
if you count the wine you had before you left."

"How'd you know?" I certainly hadn't told anyone about Dad letting me
have the wine or the toast we'd made leaving the old place.

"Dad told me," Ethan said absently as he opened the first box and began
unpacking the contents.

"Besides, what does the number of days have to do with it?"

Ethan laughed. "Ask me on day four or five."

"Jerk. You're just messin' with me." I grabbed a box and moved it to the
workbench.

"Nope. Just thought it might help to know its normal and warn you that it
gets worse."

"Worse?" I turned and stared at Ethan. I really didn't want to see worse.

"Yup. I mean it's different for each guy, and depends on shit like how
much wine you drink, whether you use the hot springs or spa... you know
stuff like that. But since Bacchus hit the water supply I've noticed
things happening quicker. It eventually affects everyone in Bacchus
Springs. When we moved here, I lost it after about four days. Course
Dad's says that's because I'm a horny little cock whore and probably
would have been anyway."

My mouth dropped open, but I couldn't think what to say. Why would Dean
say that about Ethan and what did he mean lost it?

"Hey, I'm betting this goes on the bench," Ethan said holding up a
hammer.

"What did you mean, lost it?"

Ethan had walked over and was standing right next to me. He was still on
the thin side and a few inches shorter than me. He was standing close
enough that I could feel his body heat. He leaned in like he was going to
tell me a secret.

"I crawled under the covers in Dad's bed and gave him my first blowjob,"
Ethan whispered.

"You what?"

"You heard me." Ethan returned to unpacking his box. "I couldn't help
myself. It built up from there, and within a week, I'd greased up my ass
and mounted him. Fortunately for me, I met another kid my own age when we
moved here, and he explained things. That's what I'm doing for you."

"I'd never."

"Oh, yeah. You will. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm cool with
that."

"Uhm... thanks. Did it hit Emma too?"

"Sure. But I wouldn't bring it up around her if I were you. She gets
really grumpy. She's a breeder, so she's not allowed to touch guys. Boy
did that piss her off," Ethan snorted.

"Breeder?"

"You know? Like making babies. Girls are usually either breeders, brains,
or whores. I'm sure I'd get yelled at for making it too simple, but
that's the way I see it."

"So that means?"

"She'll get matched with a guy - sort of like an arranged marriage. You
will too, eventually..."

No, but I don't want a girl. I wanted to ask more questions, but then
Ethan was sure to figure out I was gay. I debated for a few minutes,
unpacking in silence and when I went for another box, I got up the
courage and asked the other question that was bothering me.

"You and Dad?"

"You saw us, didn't you? Thought so. Yeah, he's getting all the same
feelings if it makes you feel better. Probably fighting it just as much
as you - they all do. Your dad's a hunk, and I figure if I wanted to
score I had to move fast. Once you break, he'll lose interest in me. But
you go back to school at the end of the summer, and he'll be all alone.
I'll still be here and if he's already comfortable fucking me, makes it
that much easier to get back in his bed."

What a manipulative little bastard! But I gotta give him credit for
planning. I wasn't planning on breaking so guess that meant he'd get more
of Dad. For some reason that made me angry. It got even worse when I saw
the cocky expression on Ethan's face.

"You've got it bad, Jon. So have you snuck a good feel when he was
sleeping?"

"Of course not!"

Ethan laughed and went back to breaking down the boxes we'd unpacked.
"I'm looking forward to dinner. Even if I do have to dress up like a
monkey."

The sudden change in topic threw me for a second. "Is it good?" I put a
few more boxes in the stack in the empty bay. We were down to the last
few that needed to go above into the storage room.

"Heaven. I already know I'm getting the filet and for dessert, the
Chocolate Decadence. And since you and your dad are new in town,
everyone's eyes will be on you. That should give me a chance to slip off
and suck some dick while we're there. Sunday's the big night, and lots of
the muckety-mucks in town will be there." He picked up one of the boxes
and headed over to the stairs. Above the garage was a decent sized
storage room you could get to from inside the garage and a small, one-
bedroom apartment that had an outside entry as well. I followed him up
and found spots for the remaining boxes.

The door of the apartment was open, and Ethan disappeared inside. I
finished up and turned out the light before following him.

"Something interesting?" I asked looking around the empty rooms.

"What are you going to do with all the space?"

"I have no idea. Dad said we could decorate it like a guest room. We've
got lots of family who might visit and that way if they wanted
privacy..."

"Because you'd so be on top of each other in the house."

"Guys! Time to get changed for dinner," Dean yelled into the garage.

It didn't take long, and fortunately, all my clothes were unpacked and
put away, so I was able to find everything. Probably should have ironed
the shirt but I'd keep my jacket on so it shouldn't be too bad.

Dinner at Dion's was just as good as Ethan described. The Resort and Spa
was over the top elegant, and I felt really spoiled by the end of the
meal. Ethan was also right about everyone watching us. They weren't so
intrusive as to all come over and introduce themselves, but I felt them
watching me all evening. It also bugged me a bit how they looked at Dad.

Other than our waiter the only one who really stopped by was the resort
manager, Mr. Dara. He was stunningly attractive and stopped by to make
sure we were enjoying our meal, welcome  Dad and me to Bacchus Springs,
and he told me to put in an application if I was looking for summer work.

Uncle Dean dropped us off at the house afterward. I debated for a bit and
decided to just get it over with. Dad and I had already changed out of
our suits, and he'd poured himself a glass of wine.

"Want some wine, Jon?"

"Sure, thanks." Hey, I liked this part of the new attitude. Now if I
could get him to share the other stuff in the liquor cabinet.

The silence was awkward. "Dad. Can I tell you something?"

"Sure, Tiger, anything."

I took a deep breath, set the glass on the coffee table and leaned
forward putting my face in my hands as I struggled to get the courage.
I'm not sure if it was better or worse that Dad remained silent. "Dad,
I'm gay."

"Okay...." He looked at me like he was trying to see inside my head. "I
love you, Jon and this doesn't change that one bit. What can I do or say
to make you feel comfortable?"

"You're not going to throw me out or disown me?"

"Of course not." He paused again looking at me intently. "Jon, if it
helps, I'm attracted to men too. Not that I didn't love your mother, I
really did. Guess, maybe that makes me bi." Dad gave a nervous chuckle.

"You didn't know?" I'd always suspected I was at least bi. How could he
have not have guessed?

"I'm very good at lying to myself. I think recent events just took down
some barriers. Just know I support you Jon, and this doesn't change
anything."

"Thanks, Dad." Not sure if that was the answer I wanted. Did I really
want him to confess that he wanted me? Did I expect him to rip off his
clothes and say "Great! Let's fuck!" - Okay, maybe part of me did want
exactly that. Then again, if what Ethan said was true, it would happen. I
just had to be patient.

"I'm sort of wrung out Tiger; I'm going to make an early night of it."

"Thanks again, Dad. I think I'll stay up and play some games for a
while."

"Good night, Jon. I love you."

"Love you too, Dad." It felt like a let-down. I'm not sure what I
expected him to say or do, but all-in-all that was rather anti-climactic.
I didn't doubt that he was being honest. There was no unusual body
language - no strange expressions. So what was I expecting?

I wasn't really in the mood for gaming, but maybe some of my friends
would be online. Gaming and talking with them would at least distract me.
It also let me climb in bed after Dad was already settled and hopefully
asleep.


*   Scene 5   *
Jon Martinez

Maybe I'd make it through this, after all; I thought as I finished
pulling my room together. I was a little OCD at times, I'll admit it, but
having everything put away and organized made me feel better. Not only
was it much larger than my prior room, but also the furniture was nicer,
and I had room for my own desk. I'd cranked up the music and figured out
how to make it play in all the rooms. Having a whole-house sound system
was cooler than I'd have thought. Neither Dad nor I liked silence.

I spent some time just going through all the rooms again and exploring. I
tried to notice all the details and picture what it might look like when
we got the rest furnished. There wasn't a rush since it was just the two
of us. I heard the front doorbell and headed to see who it was.

Dad had gone into the office today, so I was somewhat on my own. There
was a big guy at the door, maybe 6'3" or so, muscled, dark, and sexy. He
was wearing a dark tee that showed off his massive pecs and arms and work
jeans and boots. I felt my cock come to life.

"Morning, Mr. Martinez. Not sure if you remember me from the other day?
I'm Ford Harris. Stopped by to finish up some of the punch list and
wanted to make sure you knew I was here." He gave an odd tilt of his head
and ran his hand through his short dark hair.

"Sure. Did you need to come in?"

"Not for now. I wanted to give another coat of paint to the trim on the
garage. Just didn't want you to freak out with a stranger hanging
around."

"Nah, that's fine. I'm Jon by the way." I said offering my hand.

He had a strong, warm grip and a sparkle in his eye that caused me to
swell a bit more. "A pleasure," Ford said as he gave a nod and headed
around back of the house.

Okay, so I may have spied on him a bit as he worked. Could have been
because he pulled off his t-shirt when he got to work and showed off the
magnificent hairy body. Damn, I needed to get laid. I had to snicker at
remembering the conversation with Liam and Noah - that there'd be no one
but rednecks in Bacchus Springs. So far that wasn't my problem I'd seen
plenty of beefcake and the guy in my backyard was prime fodder for a
jackoff session.

I stood at the window, watching him as I stroked myself. Watching him
work, I fantasized about the dark, muscled man taking me in all sorts of
ways. It was a productive session but I knew if I kept watching him I'd
need to do it again. I decided I needed a new distraction. Besides that,
Ford had finished his painting and was gone. I didn't have many chores to
do so spent some time playing games. I'd already filled out the
application I'd picked up when we left the Resort; now I just had to drop
it off.

I was a little put out that it wasn't online. I actually had to fill out
a paper form and hand deliver it. After lunch, I decided I'd run it over.

I grabbed the keys from the rack at the back door, locked up and headed
out. Dad had left me the SUV, and I'd already pulled up the directions on
my phone. I thought I remembered how to get there, but Uncle Dean had
been driving the night before, and I wasn't paying a whole lot of
attention.

The Resort looked just as impressive in daylight. It was a huge Victorian
structure, white clapboard with dark green awnings over the porches and
rocking chairs lined up in rows overlooking the grounds. Unlike some
places I'd seen in Jersey, the upkeep had been meticulous. It didn't have
the thick rough paint showing years and years of use, cloudy windows, or
conduit showing for wiring that had been added later.

I parked and entered the grand lobby, feeling a little underdressed and
out of place. I wasn't sure where I was supposed to turn in the
application but saw a man standing at the concierge station and thought
he'd know.

"Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you?"

"Hey... I have an application to turn in, and I'm not sure who I'm
supposed to give it to?"

"May I ask who requested that you complete the application?" The man
asked. He was a dapper older gentleman in a three-piece suit with
matching tie and pocket square. The gold name tag said "Giuseppe."

"Mr. Dara gave me the application."

He held out his hand for the application and picked up the phone. "Good
afternoon, sir. Giuseppe at the front desk. A Mr. Martinez has an
application to submit, sir. Yes, sir. Very good, sir."

I now felt really awkward and wished I'd dressed up. I wasn't
disreputable or anything, but jeans and a plaid button up over a t-shirt
seemed too casual.

"Mr. Martinez, if you would please take the door marked 'Staff Only'
behind the check-in desk and knock at the second door on the left." He
handed the application back to me.

"Sure. Thank you."

I found the door easily enough and knocked, getting more nervous by the
second.

"Enter," a voice called.

I opened the door and stepped in to find Mr. Dara speaking with another
gentleman. Perhaps a guest? He was a strikingly handsome man, maybe even
a movie star. He had that look about him, and while I didn't recognize
him, I thought I should.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir; I could come back at another time."

"Nonsense, please come in. There's someone who would like to meet you,
Jon."

The handsome man extended his hand, and I absently wiped my own on my
jeans before reaching out. Damn was he handsome. He had thick, gorgeous
brown hair that came down to his shoulders and the most amazing eyes.

"Jon Martinez, I'd like to introduce you to Bacchus. He owns the Resort
and Spa."

I'm sure he heard me gulp. This was Dad's boss! "It's a pleasure, sir."

"Indeed it is. Look at him, Rakesh. Is he not the spitting image of his
father? The fates have truly blessed us this time."

"They have," Rakesh agreed. "I was considering Mr. Martinez for a summer
position at the Resort, sir."

"Very good... Someplace where he's very visible, I hope?" Bacchus said
with a dazzling smile as he finally released my hand. I was feeling a
little weak-kneed. "Well, I'm afraid I must be going. Rakesh, sounds like
you've got everything under control and I'll look forward to seeing you
again tomorrow evening, Mr. Martinez."

"Tomorrow evening, sir?"

"Yes. Didn't your dad tell you? He's being inducted into the Bacchus
Springs Council. We're making a big party out of it. He is going to be
part of my inner circle, after all. Need to do things right, and I'm sure
he'd want you to be there for him. I know he thinks the world of you."

"Sure, I guess."

"Good. Tell you what, I'll send a car 'round for you at five. You can get
ready at the house and maybe even have time for a tour before the fun
starts. We'll surprise your dad. Let's keep this our little secret?"

"Sure, thank you, sir."

"Oh, believe me, it's my pleasure."

I watched as Bacchus left and when I turned back to Mr. Dara, he was
giving me the most curious look.

"So tell me about your background, Jon. Let's see if we can't find a
place for you..."


*   Scene 6   *
David Martinez

I was sitting on the floor sorting files when I heard the front doorbell.
After spending Monday in the office, I'd decided to work from home today
and get some stuff put away.

"JON! Can you get that?" I called out.

I heard the door open and then a deep sexy voice. "Some regular packages
and several I need a signature for. Are you David Martinez?"

"Nope. That would be my dad. Just a second. You can just put those down
there in the hall. That'll be fine."

Jon peered into my office. "Hey, Dad. You gotta sign for deliveries."

I followed Jon back to the front door. We had a small vestibule off the
front hall to help keep out the cold in winter months, and that's where
the man was standing. The huge, dark, handsome man.

"I'm David."

"Your son?" the delivery man asked skeptically, with a sexy raised
eyebrow.

"Yeah. Where do you need me to..." He handed me the machine to sign. I
had to think a second; he was very distracting. Seeing him, I could
really understand the fetish I'd heard about men in brown delivery
uniforms. He filled his out, really well. I was also pretty sure it
wasn't standard issue. That shirt had been tailored to fit perfectly and
show off all his nice big muscles and the shorts? Damn. He was packing
and cut to boot. I could see the clear definition as the beast climbed
down his leg. His uniform really complimented his golden brown skin.

"Thanks, and welcome to Bacchus Springs, I'm Trevor. If you get many
deliveries, you'll be seeing more of me."

"I look forward to it." Trevor had a dazzling white smile and a handsome
face with a neatly trimmed, black, extended goatee. The rest of his head
was shaved, but with the full brows, dark lashes, and gorgeous brown eyes
- it worked amazingly fine.

"You've got a lot of boxes. If you don't mind me walking inside, I can
deliver them where you want them and not just leave you with a stack on
the front porch."

"That would be great, thank you. Do you want help?"

"Sorry, company policy. I gotta do this on my own."

That was okay with me. I didn't mind watching that amazing body flex and
move one little bit.

Jon had gone off to finish whatever he'd been doing, and I stayed,
holding the door so Trevor could put the boxes in my office. They were
the files I'd shipped from my old firm.

"So you're the new lawyer Bacchus just brought in?" Trevor asked as he
set the box down.

"Yeah. That's me. Why?"

"Everyone in town has been talking about you. Nice to see that for once
the rumors weren't exaggerated." Trevor gave me a thorough head to toe
look and smiled. "Real nice."

"Rumors?" I felt a little odd. I hadn't dressed up today since I was
going to be finishing the office. I'd just pulled on a snug, graphic tee
and a pair of low-rise jeans.

Trevor didn't respond as he headed back to the truck for the next several
loads. When he came back in with the last box. He pulled out his tracker
again.

"Would you mind counting the boxes and then you can initial that you got
all of them."

"Sure. So you're not going to tell me what the rumor is?"

"That you're inner circle, and something different. Not just a servant."

"I have no idea what you're talking about..."

"You wouldn't. Let's just say I could feel it as soon as I stepped on the
porch. Been here long enough to recognize most of the marks. Yours feels
different."

"You've lived here a while?"

"Coming up on two years. My wife and I got custody of my nephew, and we
wanted to find a good place to raise him away from the city and bad
memories."

"Well, this is just my fourth day, so I don't have much of an opinion
yet. Jon and I are just finishing getting settled." I found myself pushed
back against my desk as Trevor moved in closer and closer. He was almost
touching me, his breath warmed me as he spoke and I started getting a
little flustered.

"Oh, you'll fit in real well. I can tell. Best I get back to deliveries,
but if you ever need me to handle your package or take a delivery, call
me." His hand had very lightly touched along my shaft; my cock was so
hard it had broken free of my briefs and had extended down the leg of my
jeans. I hadn't even realized it until I felt the light touch through the
denim.

"Thanks," I rasped.

"My pleasure. I believe in only giving the very best service."

My heart was pounding, and my breath was coming out in short gasps as he
turned and left. Yeah, I could really understand the attraction to the
delivery men. I couldn't help but stare at his ass as he left. A full,
muscled, round ass perfectly accentuated by the tight brown shorts. I
felt my breath catch when he stopped on the front walk, bending over at
the waist as if to pick something up. The view was enough to make my cock
throb and my pulse quicken. That's one amazing ass...

It took a while, but I finally managed to get my head back into the work
at hand and my dick to calm down. I was starting to worry about Jon. It
seemed like he'd been avoiding me today. I couldn't help but wonder if
I'd let him down somehow. Maybe there was something more I should have
said or done when he confided that he was gay? At the time it took all my
willpower  just to express my love and support, while the voice in my
head wanted me to confess my overwhelming lust for him. I am totally
striking out as dad of the year.

I heard the doorbell ring and a brief shout from Jon, saying he got it. A
few moments later I heard conversation. When it didn't end quickly, I
went to investigate.

...at the same school for his masters," the strange voice said.

"Small world," Jon responded. "Here's Dad."

"Afternoon," I said seeing the young jock talking with Jon. He was a
good-looking kid, light brown hair, athletic build, in chinos and a polo.
Somehow they looked out of place on him.

"Mr. Martinez. I'm Ben Donaldson; I work for Bacchus. He asked me to stop
by with some forms that need to be signed." He held out the manila
envelopes as if they proved his mission.

"Are you related to Brad Donaldson?" I asked as I noticed some
resemblance. I already could feel that he belonged to Bacchus.

"That's my dad."

I felt my gut tighten a bit and my cock start to chub. Yeah, I remembered
his dad real well, and I wondered briefly if he knew I'd fucked his dad.
It was an experience I wasn't likely to forget. I couldn't help but let
my eyes roam his body, the nicely formed muscles, the bulge and wondered
if his ass was as tight as his old man's. I came back to myself when Ben
cleared his throat.

"Let's go into my office, and I can sign those for you." I led him in and
took the large envelopes, opening the first to pull out the forms and see
what he'd brought. Okay, standard stuff, benefits, retirement plans,
confidentiality agreement-My thoughts were interrupted with a firm, warm
hand sliding up the inside of my leg.

"We're alone now," Ben whispered.

I turned to look at Ben. My backside was up against the front of my desk,
and he was close enough that he had one leg between my own and his crotch
pressed against my thigh. "What?"

"You've got it bad, don't ya?"

"You're a little close Ben, could you step back?"

"No. But I can help you. Bacchus said you needed me." He was rubbing up
and down my thigh, and my own cock was hard and had slid down the leg of
my jeans again - unfortunately, that meant it was being pressed by one
leg and rubbed against by his crotch.

"What are you doing?" I was having trouble thinking. There was something
about him that reminded me of Blaze and Matthew. A feeling of power and
sex. I knew he was more than a servant and then it clicked - he was one
of them, a satyr...

"You know you can't resist me."

I let out a small moan as his hands slid under my t-shirt and began to
lift it. He licked along my pecs and teased my nipple. He gave me a
predatory smile before moving to my other nipple. The shirt was on the
floor, and his hands were working on the buttons of my jeans. Part of me
said I should object and fight him. But I wanted it too badly. Fighting
the feelings for Jon, holding my distance from Dean, and then that visit
from Trevor had used up all my reserves.

"That's it... let go," Ben whispered as he opened my jeans and began
sliding them off my hips. He kissed down my stomach, teasing me with the
tip of his tongue. He inhaled deeply when he got to my pubes, looking up
at me. "You smell delicious."

I groaned when he reached in and released my cock, pushing my jeans down
to my ankles. I was so hard, it hurt. He took my cock in his hand and
examined it then extending his tongue got the gob of pre-cum from the tip
and savored it.

"So tasty. I'm going to enjoy this. You have an incredible cock." He took
the head into his mouth and moaned - the vibration sending chills up my
spine. He licked and sucked and ran his tongue up and down the shaft. He
took it back into his hot, wet mouth and I squeezed my eyes closed at the
incredible sensation. He was gifted.

"You shouldn't have gone so long, David. A beautiful tool like this needs
to be cared for. Jon should have done this."

I felt a surge of guilt at his words. Did he know how much I wanted Jon
to touch me, to take me in his beautiful mouth? That couldn't happen I
had to fight these thoughts.

"It's okay, David. Keep your eyes closed and imagine I'm Jon. Imagine
it's your son sucking your dick." He kept going farther and farther down
my cock until I could feel the tightness of his throat around the head.
He had all of me inside him. I could feel the pressure building; my balls
felt so heavy. This kid knew how to suck cock. I felt a stab of
disappointment as he slid off me and started kissing back up my stomach,
to my nipples and then my neck.

"You know, I'm the same age as Jon. You ever played with a college boy
before?" Ben's whispers against my skin, his soft lips, and tongue
teasing up to my ear were driving me crazy.

"No," I gasped as I felt his naked body pressed against me. I wondered
briefly when he'd removed his clothes. I couldn't remember. But I felt
his heat, felt the hard cock pressed into my crotch.

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. I tongue
fucked his mouth, enjoying and savoring the taste of him. I spun him
around, so his back was against the desk and began kissing down his
perfectly smooth, muscled body.

"Take me, David. Show me how much you want it."

I bit at his nipples as my hands gripped his muscled ass, pulling the
cheeks apart and squeezing. I kissed down his six-pack abs and came to
his hard cock. He was perfectly smooth, no pubes, no stubble, just smooth
golden skin. I ran my tongue over the soft flesh and down to the root of
his cock. I took him into my mouth and groaned in pleasure. He must have
been leaking because the entire shaft was sweet and savory from his pre-
cum. I slurped it up and sucked to get more. I loved the warm, velvety
softness on my tongue. My fingers dug into his crack as I sucked,
searching for his hole. I put a couple of my fingers to my mouth, coating
them in spit and began rubbing and pushing at his tight boy pussy.

"That's the way. Imagine it's Jon you're sucking. Think of his sweet cock
and how much you want it." Ben teased as he thrust his hard dick into my
mouth.

I was lost in my lust; my finger was fucking Ben like a maniac while I
sucked on his thick cock. I loved the taste and feel and eagerly took it
into my throat.

"You're getting my pussy all hungry, David. Don't you want to fuck me?"

Oh, god, YES! I screamed in my head. This college jock had an amazing
body, and I wanted to fuck him hard. I wanted that muscled ass wrapped
around my cock as I bred him.

I didn't even try for gentle as I stood and spun him around. I dove into
his pussy like a starved man, licking, and tongue fucking his tight
little hole. He groaned and pushed back into my face, taunting me the
whole time, reminding me how much I wanted him to be Jon.

"Come on Daddy! Fuck your boy. You know you want to. You know you want to
drive that monster cock up Jon's ass, rape him and seed him over and
over. You want to fuck that beautiful olive ass. Feel his body writhe in
your arms as you plow so hard into his cunt; he thinks you're going to
come out his mouth. Show me! Get your tongue in there and open me up for
your cock!"

Rational thought was gone. When I managed to get three fingers inside his
college ass, I was done. I stood up and gripped him tightly as I shoved
my cock into his ass. He took me like a pro. I'd barely begun to push
when I felt him open up and suck me into heaven. His hot steamy chute fit
me like a silk glove.

"Now fuck me!" Ben ordered.

I fucked him hard and deep, and he still kept up the constant banter.
Egging me on, making me crazy with lust.

"Tell me, David. Tell me who you want to fuck! Tell me you want to breed
your son and make him your whore!"

"Fuck YES! I want to fuck Jon. I want him in my bed, on my cock! I want
to suck him dry; I want to feel his body wrapped around me every morning.
I want to fuck his ass until he screams my name and shoots his load!" I
couldn't believe I was saying this, but it was true. I wanted it and
feeling this tight warm body wrapped in my arms made me think how much
better it would be with Jon.


*   Scene 7   *
Jon Martinez

It really threw me when I opened the door - a moment of panic attack as I
thought it was the frat jock from school. But it wasn't. He sure looked
like him, but not as muscled and with darker hair.

"Yeah, we look alike. But I'm Ben," he said extending a hand when I
opened the door.

"Huh?" Sometimes my own brilliance is stunning.

"You thought I was Jake. I could see it in your face."

"Jake," I stuttered continuing my stream of stunning repartee.

Ben laughed. "Jake, my brother. I believe he mentioned something about
you tackling him. I think you two deserve each other. Though with what
I've seen so far I don't think intelligent conversation is part of the
equation."

"Uhm... can I help you?" I knew I'd already embarrassed myself beyond
repair. So great, now Ben knows I've got the hots for his straight
brother.

"I work for Bacchus. I have some paperwork for your dad to sign." He held
up the envelopes. "He also asked me to remind you about 5:00. Suit not
required - just nice slacks and a dress shirt."

"Thanks, I'm guessing you're in college too?"

"Yup, just finished my first year. You?"

"Same. Guess you already know where."

"Yeah, I figured that. You'll be glad to know Jake'll be at the same
school for his masters," Ben said with a smile.

"Small world," I said trying to take back control of the conversation
when Dad walked up. "Here's Dad." I made a quick exit. I was both
confused and embarrassed.

I puttered in the kitchen for a while and made myself a cup of coffee.
The conversation and meeting Ben had freaked me a little. There was
something else going on. He was obviously teasing me, but I didn't know
why. It was also embarrassing to get an immediate boner from meeting a
guy - especially when I sort of thought I liked his brother. A sound from
Dad's office caught my attention. I turned and realized the sliding door
wasn't completely closed to the kitchen.

His office had an entrance into the vestibule and a separate exterior
exit, but he'd also put a door into the kitchen to save steps when he
wanted coffee. It was frosted, waterfall glass so you couldn't see
through it but it let the light through. It was open about six inches. I
couldn't help myself as I moved closer to listen.

Once I heard bits and pieces of the conversation, I peeked through and
caught my breath. They were both naked, and Dad was sucking Ben's cock. I
was back to being hard in seconds. I leaned against the cabinet as I
peered through and watched. My hand made its way into my jeans as I
opened them and began to stroke myself. When Dad dove into Ben's ass, I
knew I was done for. The things they were saying, the way Dad was
devouring Ben's ass was so fucking hot. Was he really imagining it was me
like Ben teased? God, I hope so. I could feel my balls tightening as I
stroked watching the action.

Then I heard Dad's scream, his confession of wanting to fuck me as he
savagely took Ben against his desk. That big cock slamming into Ben's
ass. I blew my load, stream after stream shooting across the kitchen. I
was panting and feeling really flushed. I did a quick glance to make sure
they hadn't heard me. Dad was still fucking Ben like a madman - but Ben
was staring at me. His eyes locked on mine with a smile. He winked.

I pulled myself together in a panic. Grabbed some paper towels and
quickly cleaned up the mess I'd made. I practically stormed out of the
house, pausing and getting control long enough not to let the door slam
closed. I made my way to the alley and ran until I got to the park.

Eventually, I found a bench with no one else around and sat down, pulling
my knees up and trying to bury my face. I know I wasn't there long when I
heard a girl's voice.

"That bad, huh?"

Now of all times? Why can't I get a break? I looked up and saw the girl
from town. The dark-haired beauty I'd noticed when we first arrived. She
was gorgeous, even better up close and she was dressed as if she'd
stepped out of an old sitcom.

"May I sit down with you?" she asked.

"Free country." I felt bad, that had come out more snarky than I'd
intended.

"To a point. I'm Ashley by the way, Ashley Campbell." She pulled off her
white gloves and crossed her ankles. She had pretty ankles.

"Hey. Jon Martinez."

"I figured that."

I looked up in surprise. "How?"

"Small town. You're new. You're heart-stopping gorgeous and... you keep
glancing at the new Martinez house like a demon is going to come out to
get you."

I felt myself blush and struggled with what to say.

"That's cute. Surely you've been complimented before."

"Not by someone who looked like you, Dad, yeah, Uncle Dean or Aunt Kelly,
but not... someone close to my own age."

"You're going to be a tough one for Bacchus to match. Not many girls
could handle having a guy prettier than they are."

"Now you're exaggerating," I said the heat building more in my face than
ever. I couldn't really tell her I wasn't into girls.

"Not by much, but it got you to smile. Makes you even more attractive."

"Look who's talking."

"Why thank you, Mr. Martinez. Glad I still have some charms. So, you want
to talk about it."

Hell, NO! I thought, then tried to come up with a polite answer. I guess
I took too long.

"Would you mind terribly if we drop all the politically correct
politeness and just be honest?"

How do I answer that? "Uhm... sure?"

She made herself a little more comfortable and turned her dark eyes on me
in an appraising scowl. "Yeah, it's hitting you hard. I can tell. Okay...
so let me start off with I'm born and bred Bacchus Springs, multiple,
multiple generations. My Daddy is inner circle and has been forever. That
means, good or bad; I know the score and how things work here. You will
survive this, honest."

"Okay."

"You're not going crazy."

I couldn't help the skeptical look I gave in return. "Right..."

"Ahhh, I see...." Ashley said looking across the park.

I turned to follow her gaze and saw Ben Donaldson walking down the
sidewalk from our house.

"What?"

"Ben put on a little show for you, didn't he?"

"How'd you..."

"Like I said. Been here all my life. Ben there," she said with a pointed
nod, "he's a satyr. One of Bacchus's chosen - he could seduce the most
conservative, straight man on the planet with a bat of his pretty blue
eyes. Betting he was sent to ramp up the heat between you and your dad.
Yeah, for here, that's normal. I got to see it up close and personal with
my brother, Blaze."

"Saw, what?"

"The building tension, the lustful stares, jacking off all the time. You
guys don't seem to realize that even if we don't hear it, we can smell
it. Of course, he was younger, and then Daddy started noticing him,
started steeling his own glances and constantly 'adjusting' himself. To
be honest, it was a relief when they finally got down to it. Everyone
seemed so much calmer and happier... after. Of course, Bacchus noticed
Blaze blossoming and brought him farther into the fold. He didn't claim
him until Blaze graduated college, but I can assure you, he'd sampled my
brother many times before. He's a satyr now, too."

"You know, you're not making any sense."

"Sure I am. It's how this place works. I accepted it and figured out how
to make it work for me. You will too, but it would be less painful if you
didn't fight it."

"You make it sound like I don't have a choice."

"You do, and you don't. Bacchus doesn't change you as much as he takes
away all the walls you've built up and your inhibitions. If you weren't
predisposed to his ways, his people would make you so uncomfortable you'd
leave. Not that he doesn't get high-handed occasionally, but for the most
part he just lets you be you."

"So what you're telling me I've always secretly wanted my dad?" I
couldn't believe I'd just said that - out loud.

"She put a hand on my arm and gave me the sweetest look. "I saw your dad
at the restaurant the other night. You telling me you don't?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but my brain wasn't catching up. Did I? I
thought back... clearly, I had started noticing guys, then my frat jock
experience, my awkward experimenting with Taylor, then seeing the new and
improved dad... "Not until recently. After he'd already accepted the job
here and started looking more like my brother than my dad."

"But you feel it now?"

"It's almost overwhelming. But it's not just dad - oh, he's by far the
worst, but I notice it with almost all the good looking guys here."

"Yeah, we've got a lot of pretty people. That's why Bacchus does the
arranged marriages. It sounds terrible, treating us like breeding stock,
but it does work for creating the best looking children."

"If you're an example then yeah, you're right. So girls aren't affected?"

Ashley gave a very un-lady-like snort. "Oh, honey, we are definitely
affected. We just have different rules. About the only save we get, is if
we're not whores, we're in no way attracted to family members. All the
others. Yeah. But once a girl gets her flows or a boy gets his seed, we
go to the town doctor for an exam, followed by a visit from Bacchus. He
decides then and there what your future will be."

"Is that the breeder, brains, or whore thing?"

"Crass way of putting it but sort of. If he finds you to be attractive or
smart or both, you're told you can't touch the opposite gender until
you've been matched. But you can be as intimate with your own as you'd
like. If he doesn't think you're good breeding material, he does
something to you so you can't have children, then you're encouraged to
have sex with whomever you want, as much as you want."

"That sounds terrible!"

"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure you'll be encouraged to make lots of
babies."

"But I'm GAY!" How did she do this to me? I just admitted it without a
second thought.
"No such thing as gay or straight here, Jon. We're all sexual creatures,
and while we may have biological preferences, you'll have no trouble when
the time comes. Oh, please, don't look so horrified. What I'm saying is
that when Bacchus finds a match for you, it will work and it will feel
right. You may always lust after men and want a relationship with men,
but you'll be able to have children too."

"If I move away..." I started wondering how I could escape this.

"Too late... for both of us. Tonight's the big ceremony for your dad. I'm
guessing you were invited?"

"Yeah, Bacchus is sending a car for me. It's supposed to be a surprise."

Her expression worried me. It was like someone who was about to tell you
your dog just died. "I want you to make me a promise."

"We just met," I joked.

"No seriously. Meet me for lunch at the Diner tomorrow at 1:00. We'll
need to talk."

"Okay..." I said skeptically. "You wanna give me your number in case
something comes up?"

"No. I don't want you to cancel on me, and I guarantee you'll try. I'll
see you tomorrow at 1:00, Jon." She leaned in and kissed me.

I reached up to touch my lips in shock. She had a dazzling smile, and I
again marveled at her dark eyes and how pretty she was.

"You'll be okay," Ashely said as she pulled her gloves on then stood and
walked away.

That was really weird. Why was everything in this town so fucking
'Twilight Zone?'

I spent as much time in the park and walking as I could before I had to
go back and get ready. I'd really hoped to avoid Dad altogether - no such
luck. He stepped into the hallway just as I came in the door.

"Hey, Jon. Just wanted to remind you, I've got a meeting tonight. You're
welcome to order in pizza or go out if you'd like."

"Thanks, got it covered, Dad. Just grabbing my bag to head out."

"Okay, see you tonight."

I quickly grabbed my clothes and shoved them in my pack. I looked out the
window and saw the big black limo, pull up on the street by the side of
the house. I ran down the stairs, closing the door behind me. I came
around the corner and saw the large, black guy leaning against the car
waiting.

"Jon Martinez?"

"Yup, that's me."

"I'm Brutus. I'll be driving you today."

I slid in the back seat trying not to be intimidated by the driver. He
was big and scary and the look in his eyes, made me decide to keep my
mouth shut. Fortunately, it wasn't long before we were pulling up the
long drive to Bacchus's estate. When the house came into view, I decided
that ours didn't seem nearly so big.

Brutus pulled up in front of the large stone and brick mansion and came
around to open my door for me.

"Thank you."

"A pleasure, sir." Brutus's voice was so deep it came out more like a
rumble.

"Ah! Jon, so good to see you."

I turned to see that Bacchus was standing in the doorway. After the
formality of the driver and limo, he looked out of place. He was wearing
snug, worn jeans, a very tight graphic t-shirt, and no shoes.

"Ready for your tour?" He extended his hand.

"Sure. Is there somewhere I could put my bag?" I shook his hand and felt
a jolt through my body. It was like an electric charge, and he wasn't
doing a power play, just a warm, firm grip. He took my bag and set it on
a chair inside the door.

"Let's go. You can see what we're setting up for tonight."

I followed him, trying not to gawk as we passed huge ornate rooms worthy
of the tours I'd done of old-world mansions in Europe. We exited out
large glass mullioned doors onto an impressive terrace. The grounds and
gardens were set lower so you could look out over the vast expanse.

"Wow," I muttered.

We descended a huge semi-circular stair to a grassy area and then through
a set of wrought iron gates set in a tall topiary wall. There were people
scurrying all around us. The main feature in front of me was a raised
rectangular terrace surrounded by a koi pond - sort of like a moat. A
colonnade surrounded the platform, and it had small bridges at all four
sides over the pond. There was a terrace on each of the three sides with
huge potted trees.

"Our stage," Bacchus said, following my gaze.

We crossed the bridge to the terrace and on the other side of the patio
in front, I could see the huge Greek style pool. All around us, caterers
were setting up tables and chairs and stringing lights from the columns.
In one corner a couple of men were setting up tall speakers on stands -
like you'd see at an outdoor concert.

We wound our way through the tables and continued to the pool area
appropriately decorated with good looking and barely clad, young men. It
was as large as the one at the Resort, a beautiful blue with a terrazzo
terrace and again columns surrounding the area supporting arbors with
flowering vines. Directly across was a huge raised hot tub under a glass
rotunda and of course more columns, this seemed to be a theme. Chaise
lounges and small seating areas were scattered on both sides of the pool.

The men turned to watch our approach, some of them waving.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Bacchus asked.

"Yeah," I answered before my brain had engaged. It was like a smorgasbord
of man flesh. Ripped, lean, tanned and beautiful man flesh all wearing
the briefest of thongs and speedos. I could feel my heart thumping in my
chest.

"Hello my loves, I want you all to meet Jon. He's new in Bacchus Springs,
though some of you may see the resemblance to David."

A couple of the young men grabbed towels and walked over to us. I was
really glad for my jeans because wet, muscled men were doing serious
damage to my cock.

"Pleased to meet you, Jon, I'm Sin." The dark coppery beauty held out his
hand, and I struggled to breathe. His dark hair was slicked back, and
there was a serious smolder in his eyes, not to mention the perfectly
smooth, muscled body and very hard dark nipples.

I couldn't form words so just shook his hand and nodded. Sin is such a
good name for this guy.

"Blaze. It's a pleasure."

I turned and couldn't help but smile at the friendly face. He was also
gorgeous but in a different way. Beautiful auburn hair and a short
trimmed beard and brilliant blue eyes. I wondered if he burned with his
pale, milky complexion. He had beautifully formed pecs with pale, hard
pink nipples. I swallowed, trying to pull my eyes away and then it hit
me.

"Are you Ashley's brother?" I asked.

"Yeah, you've met my sister?"

"Just earlier today. She mentioned you by name."

"What? You couldn't see the resemblance?" Blaze laughed. "Don't feel bad,
everyone always thought I was adopted. Recessive genes, what can I say?"

"You look great..." The words were out before my brain engaged again. Why
did this keep happening?

"They all do, don't they?" Bacchus said.

Fortunately this time, my brain was in gear, so I just nodded.

"Would you like some wine?" A dark-haired man asked, holding out two
goblets. I hadn't even seen him approach.

"Thank you, Matthew," Bacchus said taking them and handing one to me.

"Oh, I'm not..."

"Don't be silly, Jon. I insist."

I sipped the wine and felt the thick, fiery liquid burn down my throat.
The heat spread through me and I felt myself blush. I peered over my
glass to check out the new guy, he was also handsome, with dark hair and
a curvy body that begged to be touched. His speedo was bright, cobalt
blue and looked like it was struggling to contain him.

"Blaze, when you boys are finished, I'd like you to help Jon get ready
for this evening."

"Certainly, Father. Anything special?"

"No, the usual. Though..." Bacchus reached out and lifted the bottom of
my shirt.

I let out a squeak as his hand ran up my abs.

"Mmmm. Very nice. Leave the treasure trail - I like it. Sort of like an
arrow to the prize."

"Is it as nice a treasure as his dad's?" Blaze asked.

"Indeed," Bacchus responded.

Now I was way too warm because Blaze and Matthew were both licking their
lips while staring at my crotch. Jeans may hide more than a speedo, but
not when you're rock hard.

I was feeling really strange as Bacchus led me back into the house. I was
way too warm, and it felt like my heart was beating loudly enough for
others to hear. Somehow we ended up in his office.

I stood there looking around trying to get my mind to focus and not
embarrass myself.

"I have a gift for you Jon," Bacchus said as he walked toward me. I was
having trouble focusing. I could swear his eyes were sparkling like
magic. Fuck, was he gorgeous. I wondered what it would be like if he
kissed me...

I saw the ornate silver collar in his hand and felt a little confused. He
fastened it around my neck, and I could feel the heat against my skin. I
reached up to touch it, but it was gone. I looked up into his eyes again.
Beautiful brown eyes with sparkles, glowing, making me feel so good. His
lips pressed into mine and I groaned. I wanted him. I could feel my body
responding to him. I was ready. I wanted him to use me... to do whatever
he wanted. The kiss was hot, passionate and he tasted like wine.

"Oh, my beautiful young incubus. You do remind me of Himeros, and you are
so like your father. You are going to have the most amazing evening."


>> END CHAPTER THREE<<


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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.
* 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
* Cavanaugh, Josh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh
* Cavanaugh, Troy - Servant of Bacchus, Mayor of Bacchus Springs, Married
to Bobbie, father of Josh
* 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
* 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
* 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, son 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
* 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
* Russo, Bella - Baker and mother of Ronnie
* Russo, Ronnie - Servant of Bacchus, Baker and owner of Sinful Delights,
son of Bella
* St. Anthony's - a hospital and insane asylum outside of Bacchus Springs