Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2018 17:15:21 -0500
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 11: Pretty Boy

This is a work of fiction and contains scenes of explicit gay sex. Any
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Bacchus Springs, Chapter 11: Pretty Boy, Copyright 2018 Tripp Savidge.
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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 11: Pretty Boy
by Tripp Savidge

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


*   Scene 1   *
Jon Martinez

I spotted the twirling barber pole and knew I'd found the place. I opened
the door and heard a chime.

"Whoa," I muttered looking around. It was not what I was expecting. The
place looked more like where Mom used to take me in the city. Very
upscale, modern, and posh.

"Hey, handsome. What can we do for you?" the girl behind the counter
asked. She didn't look that much older than me. Her hair was cut in an
asymmetrical bob that looked flawless.

"Appointment for Martinez."

"I thought you were sending your son in today," a deep baritone voice
called out from farther back in the salon.

I looked for the voice and saw a huge biker dude with a purple faux hawk
looking my way. Even from a distance, I could see him studying me. He put
down his scissors and whispered something to the guy in the seat before
coming up front.

Shit if he wasn't even bigger up close. The guy would have made a great
bouncer, with bulging muscles, tattoos, and piercings. Yeah, and purple
hair.

"Well, I'll be damned." He grabbed my chin without warning and turned my
head left and right. "You could be his fucking twin. And I see you went
to the same butcher."

"Um... I'm Jon. Are you Joe?"

"At your service, pretty boy. Just got to finish up the guy I'm working
on then we'll see what we can do with you." He walked away with one of
the evilest, sexy laughs I'd ever heard.

The girl behind the counter snickered. "I think Joe likes you."

"How can you tell?" I turned back and saw her smirking at me.

"The laugh. Hey, you wouldn't happen to be Ashley's guy?" she asked
stepping around the counter and giving me a once over.

"You mean, Ashley Campbell?"

"Oh... holy fuck. She wasn't kidding." The girl was staring at my crotch
with wide eyes and her mouth hanging open.

I didn't know what to do. There wasn't any place to hide and the more she
stared at my crotch, the harder I got. "Um, I'll just sit over there
until he's ready for me."

"You ever get tired of the smart girl, you give me a call."

I wasn't sure what to say so smiled and nodded. What did Ashley say about
me? Does she know this girl?

I saw the guy who'd been in Joe's chair step up the counter seconds
before Joe called me.

"Come on back!"

It felt like one of the most awkward and longest walks of my life. There
were four stations and Joe was at the last one. If I thought the girl at
the front desk was staring at me, it was nothing compared to the look Joe
gave me as I walked toward him.

"Damn. Not just one, but two. Fuck. You Martinez boys are carrying
weapons of ass destruction. Let's go in back and get you lathered. So
stud, you a love god too, right?"

"Yeah." I didn't figure there was any point in denying it. I'd already
learned that there were no secrets in Bacchus Springs.

"Heard about you and your dad's initiation and all the hullabaloo. People
are still talking about it."

I felt the heat in my face and tried to look anywhere but at Joe. He
probably knew more than I did, though the memories were coming back.

Joe directed me into a small private room with a chair and wash sink. He
pointed to the chair and I sat. He stood back crossing his big powerful
arms over his chest - er well, more like under it. It sort of pushed his
huge pecs up and made his nipple piercings stand out against the tight
shirt he was wearing.

"Sorry, just thinking of what to do with you. So where you working? Still
in school? What am I working with?"

"Still in college, but working at the front desk of the Resort and Spa
for the summer. I don't really have anything particular in mind. I just
know at the moment is sort of looks like a sloppy mess."

"Eh, yeah. So they dress you up in those fancy duds?"

"Yeah, morning suit until four then a tux with tails after that."

"Huh... so sophisticated... maybe with your coloring, a European vibe.
You mind looking a bit older?"

"No, I guess not."

He started the water and got me draped. Then he put the chair back and
leaned over me to start wetting down my hair. It put those big meaty pecs
right in my face, and I had no choice but to breathe in his scent. Damn,
he smelled good and the big nipple and ring was so close. I had to grit
my teeth not to flick my tongue out and tease it. Then his hands were
massaging my scalp and working up a lather. Before I even realized it, I
groaned like a slut.

"Shouldn't make sounds like that unless you want me to think of all the
depraved things I want to do with you," Joe teased. His fingers were like
magic and his scent was getting stronger. I tasted his lust.

I groaned even louder. "So you're okay with me thinking depraved
thoughts, then. Good." He rinsed my hair then lathered again. "Your hair
is shit. What is it with you two? Don't you know how to take care of
yourself? Such damn gorgeous hair and you treat it like crap. I'm going
to do a deep condition. Don't give me any back talk. This hair is mine
now. You will do what I say. Got it?"

"Sure..."

"Good boy. Just relax and let Joe take care of you." He worked some kind
of heavy cream into my hair and massaged it into my scalp before wrapping
it in plastic, then he took a hot, damp towel and wrapped it around my
head. He extended something from the chair to support my neck so I wasn't
still hanging over the sink.

"How long does this take?"

"You need to sit with it for about thirty minutes. I was thinking, if you
don't mind, I could distract you to help pass the time."

I could feel my heart speed up as I picked up on his thoughts. He turned
and locked the door behind him. Then lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and
pulled it off. He gripped under his pec, making it bulge - the nipple and
ring stuck out. I couldn't help myself, I licked my lips and stared at
it.

"You want it don't you?"

I nodded and was quickly rewarded as he leaned down and put it in reach
of my tongue. I flicked the metal ring and the hard nipple and felt my
hunger tugging at my gut. I sucked it into my mouth and played with it,
rolling the ring and the nipple around and over my tongue. I bit and
nibbled and sucked and the more I did, the more I wanted. His lust was
delicious and I let myself feed.

"The other one needs some love," Joe said pulling away even though I
still had his tit between my teeth. He growled and tugged, enjoying the
slight pain and stretch as I refused to let go. "Hungry little fuck
aren't you? Yeah, I saw your boy at the gym yesterday and noticed his new
improved nips. Might even be bigger than mine. Guessing you like you some
big juicy man tits..."

I reached up and pulled him back into me so I could suck on his other
nipple. I did the same to it that I'd done with the first. I figured my
actions could answer his question. What I wasn't expecting was his hand
sliding under the cape and finding my cock through my jeans. I gasped and
release his nipple.

"Fuck. Looks like you got that from your daddy, too. And so hard. Will
you let me take care of this? It's all part of the service."

"Please."

"Oh, I'll be the one begging, pretty boy. You have no idea." He lifted
the cape and in short order had my pants unfastened and pulled down
around my ankles. He stopped when he saw my briefs and looked me in the
eye and smiled. "Damn, good taste." He carefully slid them down as well.

"Thanks, Dad picked them."

Joe looked up and gave me an evil smile. "I hope he got a pair for
himself. A fucking masterpiece." He added as he took my cock in his hand.
He caressed it and looked at my dick from all sides then began licking
from bottom to top. I started to feed again. Once my dick was in his
hands, his lust doubled.

"Oh...fuck..." I moaned. His tongue was magic. I couldn't believe it as
Joe went down on my cock, taking the entire thing into his mouth and down
into his throat until his nose was pressed into my pubes. He stayed there
a moment, then tightened his lips, and sucked as he slowly slid up. That
wasn't my magic at work. That was all Joe's skill. It was difficult to
concentrate, but from what I could sense, the man already loved cock and
I had no reason to impart any changes, so I just let the lust flow back
into him.

"Damn, I love a monster cock like this. So, fucking, huge!" Joe grabbed
the arms of the chair and stood. "Don't worry, I'll be back." He went to
the cabinet and pulled out a pump bottle and then came back setting it on
the floor at my feet before he kneeled down again.

Joe squirted some of the liquid on his fingers and then slid them down my
taint until he found my hole. I had to shift a little to give him better
access. Then his slick fingers masterfully teased my opening. I moaned
and closed my eyes, sinking back into the chair. I felt his fingers slide
inside and zero in on my prostate.

"Fuck, kid. You are tight. But I found the spot, oh yeah, now we're going
to make magic happen." Joe started rubbing and massaging my p-spot
sending me into another world. Then he changed positions and my cock was
all the way down his throat while his fingers continued to slide inside
me, turning me into a simpering whore for his touch.

I could feel the orgasm building. It wasn't just my balls, it seemed to
be in my very core and was sending tingles of pleasure everywhere. I
tried to gasp out a warning, but nothing coherent came out. Then I was
just riding the wave as my cock erupted into his mouth, giving him a
massive load of my ball juice. I lost count of how many times I felt my
balls tighten and shoot. It seemed to go on forever and not once did Joe
stop sucking.

When the pleasure finally subsided, I melted into the chair and wasn't
sure I had the energy to open my eyes. Joe lovingly licked my cock and my
balls, then my taint before moving in to my fingered hole and gave it a
soothing tongue bath. Joe had given me a lust feast, and now I was ready
for a nap.

"Fuck. That was incredible. Don't taste exactly like your dad, but damn
close and just as good, maybe even better. Course I haven't sampled him
since he became a love god. Maybe it improves the flavor?" He wagged his
eyebrows at me and smiled. The timer buzzed and Joe reached over to reset
it then turned the water on.

"Time to rinse." He unwrapped the towel and then the plastic before
adjusting the neck support and sliding it back out of the way. He leaned
me back and began with the warm water and massage again. He hadn't put
his shirt back on so while those powerful pecs were in my face, I took
the opportunity and sucked on one of his pierced nipples while he worked.

"Ha ha. Just like a baby with a teat, aren't ya? Fine by me, love having
them played with and sucked and you've got a talented mouth."

"Mmm." I wasn't about to let it go to answer him.

Joe turned off the water, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my head.
"Sorry, stud. It's time for some hair magic. You'll need to release my
tit now."

I playfully bit and held it in my teeth as he went to pull away. "Grrr."

"Good thing all my customers aren't like you. I'm not sure I could handle
it."

"Joe, don't you want me to do something for you? Not fair for me to have
all the fun."

"Believe me, that was exactly what I wanted. Honest, kid. Nothing I love
more than sucking a big cock and getting a tummy full of man seed. Tell
you what, if you want to pay me back, then let me do it again when you
come back for a touch up in a couple weeks."

I watched him unlock the door and climbed out of the chair. I glanced
down at the floor and saw the white puddle where he'd spilled his load. I
didn't notice him jacking himself, but the evidence was clear. Joe got
off on sucking dick. Who was I to argue?

"Gladly, but I think I'm getting the better part of the deal."

"Says you," Joe pointed to his station.

I noticed that a couple of other stylists were working on clients. All
eyes seemed to be on us and I wasn't sure why but decided to pretend they
didn't exist. Soon I was draped again, facing away from the mirror and
the sound of scissors hypnotizing me. I had no idea what he was doing.
The stations were all down one side and there weren't mirrors on the
other wall so I couldn't see.

"Just relax and let me do my thing. I promise you're in good hands."

I didn't fall asleep, but there was something about the guy that put me
in a daze. I loved how he smelled and his touch was soothing. I startled
when he spoke.

"Ready for the reveal?" Joe asked.

"Yeah." Maybe I should have been nervous, but I wasn't. He spun the chair
and I couldn't help but gasp. That can't be me.

"Good, right?"

"You're a hair god. Is that such a thing?" I said as I turned my head and
looked at the face in the mirror. Wow.

"Not that I know of, but I'll take it." Joe was joined by the other
stylists, all looking at the results.

"Hot damn, Joe. He's stunning. That cut is perfect for him," one of the
other stylists said.

"I had to go a little shorter than I first planned. Your hair was pretty
damaged. Now this will take more attention and care so I'll set out the
products you need and show you what to do."

"It is so cool," I said in awe.

"In salon terms, it's called a high fade with part and comb-over.
Depending on how fast your hair grows you'll need to keep up with regular
visits so the sides stay neat and we keep that sharp part."

"For this? I'll do whatever you tell me."

Joe leaned in and whispered, sending chills up my spine. "Good boy."

I couldn't wait to show Jake. We had a double date planned for tonight
and seeing the new cut, made me completely re-think what I was going to
wear. I wanted to impress my man, so maybe not just jeans and a tee.

Joe walked me up to the counter and set out the products he wanted me to
use. I'd never have felt right about spending that much if Dad hadn't
told me ahead of time to buy whatever Joe put in front of me.

"Go ahead and ring him up, Kiki. And let's see if we can go three weeks
until the next appointment. If it starts looking rough before then, call
me," Joe said.

"Do you happen to cut Jake's hair?" I asked. But given how Jake watched
his money, I was pretty sure he'd never spend this much. Joe's expression
would have been answer enough.

"You think I'd let him walk around like that?"

"No. I realized as soon as I asked. Do you sell gift cards? Maybe if I
got it for him..."

"Pretty and smart. Hmm... no, don't do enough business to have cards,
but. How about a gift voucher? It will just say what services your
purchase, like 'good for one wash and cut.'"

"Great!"

"Kiki will fix you up. I have another victim to take care of."

"It really looks good. Makes you look older and more sophisticated," Kiki
said as she ran my card.

"Thanks." I grabbed the bag after signing the receipt and started the
walk home. I hadn't even reached the end of the block when my phone
vibrated. I saw the ID and smiled.

"Well, if it isn't vacation boy! Finally had to come home, huh?"

"You're an ass, Jon," Taylor said with a huff.

"Well, are you going to tell me?"

"It was pretty amazing. Maybe you spoiled me, but I thought Spain and
Italy had the most gorgeous hunks."

"Oh, I see. Forget the history and scenery and all the great places you
visited, just notice guys who you wanted to undress. Soooo, get in any
hot hook-ups like you planned?"

"Fuck no. God! Every fucking time I so much as looked, either my sisters
or my parents were there. I couldn't take a shit without a chaperone. I
swear they all hate me. I thought I might be able to sneak away on the
cruise, the room steward was so sexy. Tin, a guy from the Philippines,
and I think he sort of liked me, but nothing happened."

"I'm pretty sure the cruise line is real strict with them. Probably
wasn't his choice. Sorry about your sisters. I don't think they want you
to get hurt." I stopped and waited for the light to change as we talked.
I had no desire to get hit by a car because I was distracted.

"They don't want me to grow up either. I'm never going to get laid.
Speaking of which how is celibate life in the boonies?"

"Um..." I stalled trying to think what I wanted to share.

"You've got to be kidding! Spill!"

"Not so celibate and pretty nice actually. You know that guy I ran into
at my advisor's office?"

"No. Fucking. Way." Taylor was yelling now.

"He lives here. We ran into each other, um... sort of dating now..."

"Wait. Are you telling me, you not only came out but you are now dating
the jock from school and have already done it?"

"Yup, and you were right, Taylor. Dad was amazing about me coming out. It
was pretty anti-climactic. He's bi too."

"Oh. My. God!" Taylor squealed in delight. "Please, please, tell me he's
into cute twinks."

"No idea. It's all sort of new. But Bacchus Springs is way better than I
ever imagined. I've made friends, got a great job for the summer, and I
um... kind of... have a girlfriend too."

"Fuck you, Jon Martinez! I can't even get a date and you've got a guy and
a girl? What are you going to do when they find out about each other? Are
you expecting me to visit you in the hospital?"

I'd reached home but since it was nice out, I sat down on the front steps
to continue the call. "Don't worry, they already know. We have a double
date tonight."

"This is a joke, right? You're doing that lighthouse thing on me, right?"
Taylor asked.

"It's called gaslight and no, I'm being honest. I know it sounds crazy,
but things work differently here. I'd love for you to come visit."

"Maybe I should, before they come cart you off to the loony bin. Hey...
did you get an invite to Kris's party?"

"Yeah, I'm ignoring it. Why?"

"He sent me one too."

"Taylor. You can't be considering it. Please tell me you're going to
ignore it and move on."

"Would you at least think about going? For me?" Taylor pleaded.

"Are you fucking crazy? He's a douchebag. He treats you like shit and
calls you fag-boy, and you want to go to his friggin' birthday party?" I
was pretty sure Taylor had truly lost his mind. No matter how hot he
thought Kris was, there was no way it would go well.

"Not like it isn't true. I am out and make no secret of it and come on,
Jon, he's dreamy."

"Damn it, Taylor. He means it as an insult. I still don't understand why
Adam's still friends with him."

"Maybe your roommate know him better. They grew up together right?"

"Yes. But I think you're making a mistake, Taylor."

"Then come with me and watch my back. I bet Adam would let you stay at
his place. You said you guys were going to get together over the summer
anyway. Please."

"Fine. I'll call Adam and see what's up and check to see if I can get the
time off. No promises, though."

"You're the best, Jon."

"Yeah, right. If I do this, then you've got to come visit me here. And
don't give me excuses about being too busy. I know you have no intention
of getting a summer job."

"And mess up my pool and sun time? How dare you even suggest it."

"Yeah, well anyway, you can tell me all about your world travels when
we're together. Deal?"

"Deal. And will you introduce me to your boyfriend?"

"I'll introduce you to my whole gang. Promise. I'll give you a call as
soon as I know what's happening."

"Thanks, Jon. Talk to you soon!"

"Ciao." I ended the call and sighed. What have I just gotten myself into?


*   Scene 2   *
David Martinez

I glanced at the time and realized I was running late. Hopefully, I'd
still beat Ford to the house. On the plus side, Human Resources had
helped me pull together an interview schedule together for next week so I
could move forward on getting some people hired. Four more attorneys and
an assistant meant a hell of a lot of interviews.

I watched the garage door raise, then pulled in. The SUV was still in its
spot, so that meant Jon hadn't left for his big date night. I'd just
stepped out of the garage when I heard the rumble of a truck pulling into
the drive. I waited and soon I heard the back gate opening before I saw
Ford Harris.

"Hey, Ford. You almost beat me home."

"David. Now still a good time?"

"Oh, sure. Come on in." I extended a hand and smiled back at the handsome
man. I was pretty sure that contrary to what his name would imply, Ford
had a good bit of Mediterranean blood flowing in his veins. He had thick,
medium-brown hair, a sexy goatee, and a permanent tan covering all of his
six-foot-three, muscled body. I felt my dick harden as soon as he smiled
at me. He was one of the men I remembered clearly from my initiation - in
a very good way.

"It's good to see you again. I was going to say I was surprised when
Bacchus told me about the job, but then again, Bacchus." Ford followed me
to the porch.

"Yeah," I said opening the back door. "Do I need to even say it was his
idea?"

Ford laughed as he stepped inside and I took the opportunity to ogle his
hot, round ass wrapped perfectly in snug, worn jeans. I didn't get the
chance to truly appreciate it when he'd fucked me at my initiation, but I
had a very clear memory of how firm those cheeks felt in my hands.

"Hey, Jon. I'm home and Ford's with me," I shouted out when we got into
the kitchen.

"OKAY! Stay there and close your eyes," Jon hollered back.

"Sorry, Ford, we've been given an order."

He shrugged and we both waited.

"Okay, you can look now," Jon said from much closer.

"Whoa," I gasped while I heard Ford mutter.

"Holy fuck."

I stared at Jon and reminded myself that he was my little boy. My brain
didn't want to accept that and as I thought about him growing up, being
carried in my arms, and all the fun times, I felt the tears start. My
baby had grown up.

"Shit, Dad. Do I look that bad?" Jon wrapped his arms around me and
pulled me in.

"Quit, I'll get your shirt all wet," I said.

Jon wiped my tears off my cheeks then kissed me full on the lips. Not all
that unusual when we were alone, but Ford was standing beside me.

"My baby grew up."

"Damn, did he ever. Jon, you look fantastic." Ford patted Jon on the back
and I could feel his lust firing up.

"He's right. You look... so... polished and mature."

"Thanks! I think Joe did a great job on my hair. It was a little drastic,
but I think it makes me look older."

"And you're all dressed up." I noted that he was wearing black fitted
pants that hugged his legs more like skinny jeans, a printed button-down,
and a vest.

"I wanted to impress Jake. You think it's too much?" Jon asked sounding a
little nervous.

"Dude, if you want the guy to be all over you, it's perfect. I know I
would be." Ford gave me a shoulder bump.

"Really?" Jon's smile was huge, and I picked up that he liked the idea of
having Ford all over him. Jon was throwing some serious lust that way.
Something maybe we should talk about later.

"Really. But I thought you were taking Ashley, and this was a double date
with Jake and Kennedy?" I clarified.

"Exactly. This is the first time meeting Kennedy so I want to make a
statement," Jon said.

"Wouldn't it have been easier just to piss on Jake's leg and mark him?"
Ford teased.

"Jake said that was a no-go," Jon said with an exaggerated sigh.

"Good. That's good. But be gentle with her, Jon. She doesn't have any
more choice in this than the rest of you. You'll need to figure out how
to make it work and all get along."

"I know. But I don't have to let her think she doesn't have competition
for Jake's attention."

"Um... Jon. Do we need to remind you that you're a love god and that even
if you didn't look like sex on a stick, no mortal man or woman 'can'
compete with you?" Ford asked.

"I'm not taking chances. You really think I look sexy?" Jon asked turning
his full attention on Ford.

I felt for the guy. Jon may not have realized it, but I could smell the
change in the air. His love-god pheromones must have gone into overdrive.
He moved in close to Ford, not quite touching but definitely in his
personal space.

"If I didn't have a date..." Jon whispered and ran his hand up Ford's
arm.

"But. You do." I pulled Jon away and pushed the keys into his hand.
"You're driving, right?"

It took a second for Jon to break eye contact with Ford but he came
around. "Yeah. Jake's got that old beater of a truck, and it didn't seem
right to ask either of the girls to drive."

"I want to hear all about it when you get home. Will you be back
tonight?"

"Oh yeah. Jake and I both have to work tomorrow so it won't be a late
night. Bye guys. Wish me luck," Jon said as he headed out the back door.

"Fuck," Ford muttered.

"Sorry about that. We're both still adjusting and sometimes when a guy
flips our switches it's really hard to keep control."

"I thought he might be a little interested, but I had no idea."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Just after you moved in when I was finishing up some of the punch list,
I noticed Jon watching me from the windows upstairs. I um... may have
taken off my shirt and um... flexed a little to tease him. Pretty sure he
was jacking off watching me work."

"He's got good taste. Can't say I blame him. I'd probably have done the
same."

"Geez. You're as bad a tease as he is," Ford said.

"You think? Well, while I go change, you can think about it or go check
out the basement. But Ford, if you were to put on that show for me... I'd
pull you off the ladder, strip you naked and show you how sexy I think
you really are."

I left him in the kitchen. The advantage of my abilities, I knew he was
now imagining what would happen after getting naked. Even better was that
he liked every possible scenario he could come up with.

I decided that with Jon out, Dean not talking, and no other plans for a
hot Friday night I'd check out Bart's Barn. The next thing was deciding
what to wear. I ended up with my Levi's 501 jeans that I usually kept for
working in the garage or yard, a "Western" style button up that Megan
bought me, and my Timberlands. I figured for a place called Bart's Barn,
flannel would have been better, but I didn't own any. I grabbed the boots
and a baseball cap and went down the back stairs - leaving my boots and
cap by the door.

The door to the basement stairs was open, so I assumed Ford had already
gone down. I found him standing in the center of the large unfinished
space writing in his notebook.

"Hey. Just getting some general measurements and the layout so I can put
a plan together for you. That's um... not your usual look."

"Ha ha. Long story. I'm supposed to check out a restaurant and I didn't
want to stand out. You getting ideas?" I looked around and just saw an
empty basement. Yeah, it was a big space but I had no idea how to turn it
into a "playroom."

"Some. My understanding from Bacchus was that we're putting in a portal
and a playroom?"

"That's what he said." I shrugged not knowing the first thing about
playrooms, unless you counted me looking through the catalog at Ward's
furniture store.

"Okay, so I'll have my guys draw something up for you before we start,
but this is what I'm thinking." Ford walked over to the steel door that
led outside. "Have you been checking this regularly?"

"No," I admitted as I watched him open the door and step into the dark
stairwell. He reached up and opened one of the steel doors. The basement
was fully below ground so there was a masonry stairwell with a slanted
top with two steel doors that kept out the rain and weather.

"You want to check it periodically. Make sure the gas springs are working
and the door opens easily. You don't want to find out in an emergency
that it won't open."

"We don't use the basement for much, and there's not a reason to go in
and out to the backyard."

"Check it anyway," Ford scolded with a look that would have done my Dad
proud. "What I was thinking is we'll frame in the area around the
utilities to close them off. Add some louvered sliding doors so it keeps
the airflow but hides the ugly. The placement of the exterior door with
the stairs gives you a nice landing area if we keep this open. We can
take this section," He pointed to the left of the door. "And turn it into
a storage room, then a smaller room right next to it for the portal. If
we make it the size of a walk-in closet, the portal frame is out of sight
unless you open the interior door."

"Okay. I can picture that. So the closet will have another door inside
with a fancy surround like at Bacchus's, but up against the outside
wall?"

"Yup. If you're worried we can always put a lock on the door so it opens
from the inside but you have to have a key to open the door from the
hall."

"An interior push lock would probably be fine. I don't plan on having
strangers traipsing through my basement."

"True. And then the rest of the space we'd frame in and make into your
playroom. So when you get to the bottom of the stairs, you've got just a
small open area with doors to the outside, storage, portal closet,
utility room, and playroom. We can do some nice lighting so it doesn't
look like a cave." Ford walked toward the front of the house where the
playroom would be.

"I like that."

"David, you ever see any of Bacchus's playrooms?"

"He has more than one?"

"Oh, David," Ford laughed gripping my shoulder. "He has countless rooms.
More than I've ever even seen. Most of them are on the "other side," but
he has a few in the mansion too."

"Other side?"

"Yeah, the other realm... like how you get to Mount Olympus, Zeus's Mount
Olympus, not the mountain in Greece. Bacchus and the other gods have
whole lands and Estates there. If you think his mansion is impressive, it
is nothing compared to what's on the other side."

"You've been there?"

"Not often, just a couple of times. The satyrs, nymphs, and maenads go in
and out regularly but of the other servants, I think Jed is the only one
who has been there often. Time doesn't work the same and it's easy to
forget. If you've ever heard of the fae stories about Underhill, it's
sort of like that."

"Okay." I didn't want to insult the guy but it was a bit much to swallow.
Then again, I now had powers and abilities that I'd never thought existed
and looked to be less than half the age I should.

"Let me throw this out and you tell me what you think," Ford said
bringing me back.

"Sure."

"I think we should go with a dark color scheme. Maybe not completely
black but close. So the ceiling, walls, and floor all sort of blend into
each other. Use indirect LED lighting that you can change the colors and
set the mood. I'm thinking we'll include spaces for the basics, a sex
swing, cross, sex table, and maybe a horse. We'll put in a couple of
sturdy cages and make sure we reinforce the supports to handle suspending
someone. We'll obviously put in some good eye hooks and such so if you
want to use any manacles, chains, or just tie someone to the wall, you
can."

"Why would I want to tie someone to the wall?"

"God, you are so precious. Trust me, you'll figure it out." Ford paused
and gave me a serious look. "So, the gossip about you needing to feed on
other people's lust. Is that true?"

"Yeah, I guess. Jon and I are both Erotes now. Like Bacchus turns some of
his servants into satyrs? Well, I guess he worked out some deal with
Aphrodite and Jon and I serve both of them like Eros and his 'brothers.'"

"What does it feel like? I mean to the person you feed from? Do they just
not have any lust after you're done?" Ford asked.

"No. Obviously, I don't know what it feels like personally, and when we
feed, we don't take away the lust. It's more like we enhance it and make
it stronger. From what I've observed, they can't tell I'm feeding - they
just get more aroused. It's easiest to feed if I'm having sex with
someone, though eventually, we'll get better at feeding without physical
contact."

"Interesting. So any special requests for the space?"

The abrupt change back in topics confused me for a moment. "Totally out
of my league. I have no ideas."

"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to one of Bacchus's dungeon masters. I'm
sure they'll have tips on what basics to include."

"Thanks, Ford. You really don't have to do all this yourself. I'm hardly
worthy of the white glove treatment by the owner. One of your guys can
handle this. I'm sure you have more important things to do, like getting
home to your family."

"You're wrong there. I wouldn't trust this to anyone but me. You're not
just one of the big guy's servants and 'inner circle,' you're obviously
one of his favorites. I'll personally see to this job and besides, no
family to get home to."

I was stunned silent for a moment. "You're kidding. Gorgeous man like
you? I'd think they'd be lining up."

"Thank you. But between you and me, I'm a little picky and haven't found
the right one yet. And, just so you know, there won't ever be a Mrs.
Harris, a Mister, maybe."

"I'd think Bacchus would have already had you mated to get as much of
your genetic hotness bred into as many kids as you could put out."

"Oh, he's tried. But about the only way that's going to happen is through
a test tube. I am totally and one-hundred-percent man-centric. But enough
about me. I've got what I need to get something sketched up for you. I'll
give you a call and we can set up a time to go over it."

"Sounds good." I didn't want to freak him out by telling him I could make
it possible for him to have as many kids as he wanted and either enjoy
the process or not remember it. It was probably a conversation to have
with Bacchus first. I followed Ford back up the stairs and saw him out. I
had a flashback to the initiation again and how good the sex was with
Ford. I had no doubts that by the time my basement project was completed,
we'd be much better acquainted.

It didn't take long to lock up the house and head out toward the
interstate to find Bart's. The place was indeed a barn. A huge gambrel-
roofed bank barn that probably dated from the 1800s. It had been left to
weather, and the upper part was a dark gray wood over a fieldstone ground
level. The barn was built into the hillside as most old barns were in the
area. That way, the livestock could have entered below, and the thrashing
and other work was done above.

It appeared that the restaurant was on what would have been the main
floor where wagons once entered. I parked the car and noted that there
were a decent number of cars and pickups in the gravel lot, along with a
couple of NYSDOT trucks. A walk-through door had been cut out of one of
the original barn doors. A bit tacky to my mind. The axe used as a door
handle was maybe a little over the top.

I stepped in and was surprised that it didn't look anything like a barn
on the other side. It was like stepping back in time to an era before I
was even born. It had been a long time since this place was renovated.
There was a bar and casual dining area to the left and a more formal - if
I were generous - dining room on the right. Both were very Early American
1960s with way too much plywood sheet paneling.

"Good evening," the hostess greeted. "Would you like to be in the dining
room or seat yourself in the bar area?"

"Bar would be fine, thank you," I answered. There were some tables and
several booths near the bar. I opted for the bar. Sadly it wasn't some
grand carved masterpiece. It was a formica counter over more of the
ubiquitous plywood paneling.

"Evening," the older gentleman behind the bar greeted. "Drink or a menu?"

"Menu, please. And a stout if you have it." I noticed he was one of
Bacchus's - not a servant or anything 'special' but someone who'd been
pulled into the fold.

"Guinness good?"

"Perfect, thank you." I looked at the menu he handed me. It was just
regular copy paper, nothing fancy. I saw fish and chips and decided I
didn't need to look further. The barkeep returned and set the pint in
front of me. Sadly, it wasn't in a Guinness glass.

"What'll it be?"

"Fish and chips, please."

"Don't think you've been in here before. Pretty sure I'd remember you. I
assume that was your attempt to 'blend in.'" He gestured toward me as if
doing a head to toe swipe.

"Yeah. Not working, huh?"

He laughed. "Son, I can't think of anywhere you could go unnoticed.
You're one of Bacchus's boys aren't ya?"

"I guess you could say that and no, I haven't been in before. Just
recently moved here."

He gave me a serious look, shaking his head. "More power than most of his
boys. You a full-fledged Panes?"

A what? I thought. "Um... no. Did you mean satyr? I'm not one of them
either. Bacchus calls me a 'servant' not sure if there's another
description." I wasn't about to go into the whole Erotes and love god
thing if he didn't already know.

"Interesting. No, Panes or some of the locals call them fauns, are Pan's
folks. Unlike Bacchus's satyrs, they get the full shebang - goat hooves,
tails, and lots more fur." He leaned in close. "They also got shlongs as
big as a horse and more magic to make you want 'em."

"Oh. No... not one of them." I said realizing there was a whole lot about
Bacchus and the world that I didn't know.

"Let me put your order in and I'll be back." He stepped away, and I took
a moment to look around. Nothing about the place was impressive, but
given the number of people, it had to have something going for it. I saw
a couple of booths filled with the NYSDOT crews - probably the owners of
the trucks outside. One group particularly caught my attention.

There were four guys, three of whom were probably mid-thirties, blue-
collar, hard-working stiffs. Not pretty or exceptional but decent. The
fourth was much younger, maybe early twenties and chubby. Not bad
looking, he had curly brown hair and a cute round face, but even chubby
might have been generous.

"Shouldn't be long." The barkeep returned and started wiping down the
counter.

"Are you Bart?" I asked.

"Nope, I'm Dale. Bart was my father-in-law. He's long dead. Wife and I
took over the place ages ago. She just passed last year. That's why I'm
selling. Just not the same without her."

"I'm sorry. I saw the sign out front that said this was your last
weekend."

"Yup. Moving to Florida. That way I'm closer to my son and the
grandkids."

"I understand that. I'm also a widower, and that's how I ended up here,
wanted to start over."

"Boy, when you start over you go all out!" Dale said.

"It's been a crazy ride for sure. How'd your son end up in Florida? I
thought most folks who grew up in Bacchus Springs stayed around."

"Tell me. He went off to college and met his wife. Now, don't get me
wrong, she's not a bad egg, just a bit of a 'Daddy's Princess.' She
insisted they move down south to be close to her family. My son went
along with it."

"You going to stay with them?"

"Until I find a place. He wants me to live with them and insists I don't
need my own place, but I hate to be a bother."

I thought about it as I took a sip of my beer. I was picking up bits and
pieces from him as he remembered and wondered what it would be like to be
around his son again.

"So, he grew up in Bacchus Springs, I'm sure he misses you."

Dale turned bright red as he started polishing and putting away some
glasses. "Probably not as much as I miss him."

"Can I give you some advice?"

"As soon as I get your food." Dale ducked into the back and returned with
my dinner, setting it down in front of me along with ketchup, tartar
sauce, hot sauce, and malt vinegar. "There ya go. Never sure what folks
like so I give 'em choices."

"Thanks. So... my advice is before you look for a place, get reacquainted
with your son. My bet is he wants you there for himself as much as you.
I'm betting he needs some daddy lovin'." I put a suggestion into his mind
with a push of compulsion. I figured a little nudge wouldn't hurt to get
things cranked up again and I was feeling pretty confident that his son
wanted 'dear old Dad' close enough to make some middle of the night
memories.

"HA!" Dale barked out, then more quietly. "Yeah, I hope so too. Always
was a hungry cub... Excuse me," Dale said as he went to serve some folks
who sat down at the bar.

I started in on my meal and stole a glance back at the booth. Quieting my
thoughts, I easily picked up on the four men. Chubby guy was trying to
check me out and not be too obvious. The man across from him was
seriously smitten with the chubby boy but assumed he was straight. The
other two were focused on their meals.

The food was decent. Not as good as what I'd had in the pubs in the UK,
but passable. I kept my attention on the booth and what the men were
thinking. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw chubby heading to the
restroom.

"Hey, Dale. Can you hold my spot? Not done, just need to make a pit
stop." I gave a push with the request to make sure it took hold. I didn't
have Dale's full attention since he was waiting on other guests.

I entered the restrooms and saw chubby at the urinals. It worked out well
because there were only two and no dividers. I stepped up beside him and
undid my jeans to pull out my dick. I let out a sigh when I started
pissing. It was only seconds before I heard him gasp. I didn't have to
look up to know he was staring. I shook off and let him get a good look.
I knew I didn't have a lot of time so this wasn't going to be a long,
drawn-out seduction. I was going for a quick feed and fuck.

"You can touch it if you want..."

"I... uh... what?" His eyes met mine in shock.

"No need to fake it. I know you want to hold it or even better wrap your
lips around me."

"No. Um... I'm not." He objected as he kept glancing down at my cock.

I closed my eyes and drank in his lust, immediately pushing it back into
him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and with gentle pressure, pushed
him to his knees.

"Suck it." I put my swollen dick to his pink lips and he opened taking it
in.

"Mmmm," he moaned.

I slid my fingers into his curls gripping his head and pulled him forward
onto my cock. "That's the way. Take it all."

Chubby coughed and gagged as I held his head firmly, pushing my prick
into his throat. I kept pushing until I felt his nose in my pubes. His
throat was so friggin; tight. I held him there for a few seconds which
I'm sure to him, felt like an eternity. I released him and let him pull
off with a pop.

Chubby coughed and gasped for air with spit streaming down his face and
from his nose.

"What's your name?"

"B...Billy," he stuttered.

"Good job, Billy. You're great at sucking cock. Take it again," I
ordered. He opened wide and I gripped his silky curls as I guided him all
the way down until my entire manhood was lodged in his throat. Damn, he
felt good. He was much more relaxed this time and not fighting it. He
groaned, sending shivers right through my dick as I began to fuck his
throat.

"You love sucking cock, don't you Billy?"

"Mmm." He started sliding back and forth, taking over fucking his own
mouth and throat.

I let him go up and down for a few minutes before I held him back and
then pulled him to his feet. If I'd let him deep throat me much longer,
I'd have blown my load in his throat. I lifted the front of his t-shirt
over the top of his head - leaving it still attached to his arms over his
back. I ran my hands over the soft, warm flesh. He had bigger man boobs
than many of the women I'd been with. I squeezed them and flicked his
nipples until he was moaning and whimpering. I liked the feel of his
body. His tits were hard as rocks and playing with them sent little
tremors through his body.

"Turn around, Billy. Grip the sink and bend over." I unfastened his jeans
and pulled them down along with his boxers. I ran my hands over his soft
fleshy ass and pulled apart his cheeks to see the tiny pink rosebud.
"That's a pretty hole, Billy. You ever been fucked?"

"Yes," he moaned pushing back into my hands.

I smacked his ass cheek a few times until you could see my handprint. I
loved the way his butt wiggled with each strike. I squeezed and groped
the round globes. His lust tasted good and was feeding the hunger that
had built up. I pulled a packet of lube out of my jeans. I'd gotten in
the habit of always carrying several. I ripped it open and squeezed it on
my fingers and began rubbing his ass lips, massaging the opening until my
fingers were sliding in and out. He was snug, but the opening flowered
for me as if it knew what was coming.

"Ohhhhh... fuck." Billy had a white-knuckled grip on the porcelain as I
worked him over and teased his p-spot. I had two fingers up his ass
beating his prostate senseless to make sure he was ready for me. He
whimpered when I pulled out leaving him empty. I squeezed a second lube
onto my dick and ran it up and down his crack. I gripped his love handles
and started to push inside. He might have taken dick before but I doubted
it was as big as mine. Fuck he was tight.

"UGH. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're too big!" Billy cried.

"Nah. Just relax and open up. You're gonna love it."

I got the head past the outer ring and started rubbing his back as I
started moving just a little, in and out. Soon I was about halfway inside
him and I bent forward, reaching around to play with his man tits. "Come
on, Billy. You can take it. You know you want all of that thick cock
inside."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Billy whimpered as he pushed himself back
taking all of my monster into his ass. When he was tight up against my
hips, I reached around in search of his dick. Most of it was hidden in
the folds of his flesh. I teased it like it were a clit as I started
thrusting.

"Yes. Fuck mmmmeeeeeeee," Billy moaned as I started hammering his
bouncing ass.

I looked at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. His face showed
pure rapture and contentment. His man boobs were swinging in the air as I
pounded his ass. His flesh rippled with the movement. Yeah, Billy loved
being fucked, and now that his body had opened up he was enjoying
himself. I tried to get a sense of him. Even if it was a quick and dirty
feeding, I could still make adjustments. What I found, told me he didn't
really need any. About all I picked up was that he was enough of a slut
that he could use someone to watch out for him.

"Oh, God. It feels so good."

"Yeah, you got a nice man cunt, Billy." I fucked him hard enjoying how
his inner walls hugged and stroked my dick. His little cocklet was
leaking like crazy so I knew it wasn't going to be long.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum..."

I felt his ass tighten and squeeze as his little man clit leaked warm
juice over my fingers. Not squirts or much of a load then his boy cunt
pulled me to the edge and I filled him with my seed. Probably hard enough
and deep enough he could taste it on the back of his tongue.

I lifted my creamed fingers to his mouth and he sucked them clean. "Clean
me up, Billy."

I pulled out and massaged his opening with my fingers. I held my cum
covered fingers out and he dutifully licked them clean before he went
down on his knees and took my cock into his mouth, sucking that clean as
well. He licked my balls and all around the root of my shaft until he was
sure there was none left.

"Good job, Billy." Just as I got the words out, I heard the door open.

"Billy, what the fuck is taking so long? We're going to... be... fuck."
The man who had been seated across from him in the booth was staring at
the scene in shock.

"Get dressed, Billy. I'll take care of this." I could feel Billy's fear
and apprehension at being caught by his "boss" on his knees with his
pants around his ankles.

I was in front of the guy before he'd uttered another word. I put my
finger over his lips. "Don't say anything, just listen." I could see the
struggle in his eyes.

I read his thoughts like an open book. "There's no need to yell, or scold
him. You should think of this as a good thing. Now you know he likes
dick. All those fantasies you've had can come true. Understand?"

He gave a subtle nod. His eyes watched Billy with hunger as Billy pulled
himself back together.

"You are not going to remember that I was even here. After I leave,
you're going to show Billy that it's all good with you. That you're gay
too and you want him. Are you married? Do you live by yourself?"

"Not married. I have my own place... by myself." His response was barely
a whisper.

"You're going to claim Billy as yours. Fuck him and show him that he
belongs to you. Then you'll take him home to live with you. You will
protect him and keep him safe. He needs that. He's a hungry little slut
and needs someone to manage him. You can share him with the crews or your
friends, but you will always make sure he's respected and taken care of."
I stepped back and went to Billy.

"Sorry, Billy, but you need to forget that you ever saw me. He's your
protector now. You listen to him." I briefly worried about using too much
compulsion, but I had no doubts about what they both needed. I just had
to get them there.

I also had a gut feel that these two really needed to be together. Eros
hadn't told me I was cleared to help people fall in love, but I felt like
this was important. Now, if I only knew how. They always talk about
cupid's arrows... Not sure why I even tried it, but I reached my hand
over my shoulder and sure enough I felt the quiver and the fletching of
arrows. I pulled one and brought it around. As I did, a bow appeared in
my other hand. I stared at them, not sure how it could be real. They felt
solid, but they were both transparent as if they were made of light.

Well, here goes, I thought and took aim. I had no skill at archery so I
was really hoping that intent was more important than skill. I loosed the
arrow and watched it hit the boss. It was like a shower of sparks that
flowed over his body. I pulled a second arrow and did the same for Billy.

Now I could see and feel the love between them. Well, damn, I did it.
Guess I learned something new today. Yay, me.


*   Scene 3   *
Jon Martinez

"You don't need to be so nervous, Jon," Ashley said putting her hand on
my arm.

"Look at them. She's touching him." I hated seeing Kennedy's hands on
Jake.

"Jon, she's his betrothed. That's going to happen. You do realize they're
going to have to do the whole sex thing too? If she's having his babies,
that's how it works."

"I don't have to like it." All he had to do was go get her and bring her
back to the SUV so we could go to dinner. Not sure why she had to hang
all over him.

"Hey," Ashley said, and I turned to look at her.

"We'll work it out, okay. Do you expect Jake to get all pissy when I
touch you?"

"Um... no. I guess not. But you're... you're different," I objected.

"How am I different? I'm your betrothed. Just like Kennedy is for Jake."

"Yeah, but you're my friend, you're super smart, gorgeous, and always
know just what to say."

Ashley laughed, and it made me feel warm inside. "I don't seem to be
coming up with the right words now. But, thank you. Jon, you should
prepare yourself because she's going to get even clingier once she meets
you."

I turned back from staring at Kennedy and Jake on her front porch. "Why?"

"Honey, you are drop-dead gorgeous. Not to mention having your love god
mojo. Kennedy may not be bright, but even she will figure out that she's
no competition for you. An insecure Kennedy is a clingy, overly PDA
Kennedy. But I might have an idea." Ashley leaned over the console and
kissed me. As soon as our lips touched I felt better, calmer and more
clear-headed.

I caught myself just staring at her and wondering how we would ever make
our weird foursome work when I heard the back door open. I didn't get to
ask what her idea was.

"Go ahead and climb in, Kennedy. I'll go around. We can save the official
introduction for when we get to the restaurant," Jake said.

When Jake climbed into the back seat, I caught his eye. He winked, and I
let out a sigh. He wasn't thinking about Kennedy, he was thinking of what
we'd do when we got back to my house after the date. How could I worry
when my man was already imagining us naked and in each other's arms?

Ashley squeezed my hand, and I was surprised as I picked up on her
thoughts as well. I focused on the road and my breathing. I knew Bacchus
said he'd work something out, but Ashley was having even more explicit
thoughts than Jake.

As soon as I was parked at the restaurant, everyone climbed out. It
wasn't a super fancy place but Jake's mom said it was good and it was
close to the mall. I locked the SUV and reminded myself I could do this.

"Jon, I should introduce Kennedy since you guys haven't met officially.
Kennedy, this is Jon Martinez, Jon my 'intended' Kennedy Cavanaugh."

"Wait. Are you related to the Mayor?" I asked in surprise. My question
must have thrown her even more because she was silent for a moment as she
stared at me. I begrudgingly had to concede that Kennedy was a knockout.
Or was if you like big boobed, blond, curvy girls. Me, I much preferred
my muscled jock, though Ashley was pretty hot for a girl.

"He's my father. Are you... like... for real?" Kennedy asked.

"Trust me, Kennedy. I've checked him over thoroughly, and there is
nothing fake or artificial," Jake said.

I felt the heat rush to my face and heard Ashley snicker. Kennedy, on the
other hand, looked absolutely mortified. Not sure she liked having it
thrown back in her face that Jake and I were public about being "lovers."
I was pretty sure everyone in Bacchus Springs who cared knew we were a
thing.

"Kennedy, it's a pleasure to meet you," I got out, extending my hand. Her
emotions and thoughts were a jumble. Distraught at realizing I was the
boyfriend she'd heard about, self-conscious because she thought I was
prettier, and freaked because she was very attracted to me.

She mumbled something incoherent as she shook my hand. Fortunately,
Ashley stepped in, putting her arm around Kennedy and leading her into
the restaurant. Jake stepped in beside me, bumping shoulders and just as
I stepped in front of him to give our name, he squeezed my ass.

Soon we were seated and ordering and talking about plans and what we were
doing over the summer. Kennedy was going into her last year of school to
be an Elementary School teacher. I already knew Ashley was a senior in
college, completing her pre-med degree. I bit back a smile as I realized
I was dating an "older woman," and an older man too.

Once the food was served, we ended up in couple conversations. Ashley
told me all about her work at the clinic and what was happening with her
and then I filled her in on my new job at the resort. She seemed to think
mine was a lot more interesting. It was nice being able to talk openly
with someone who knew most of the people and I didn't have to explain
details. Like she already knew Mr. Dara and had an even lower opinion of
him than I. She asked if I had met his son, Sin.

"When we first moved in, but I haven't seen him since. From what people
have told me, he wasn't part of my initiation," I said, though I knew
many of the satyrs and nymphs were.

"No loss. He's as conceded and arrogant as his father. Gorgeous, but..."
Ashley leaned in and whispered. "Blaze told me that Aphrodite took him to
the other side." Ashley gave a shudder.

"Why? Is that bad?" I whispered back.

"Not always, but from what Blaze said, it sounded like it was a bad thing
for Sin."

"Guys, you want to get dessert here or get ice cream at the mall?" Jake
asked.

I looked at Ashley but was pretty sure I already knew the answer. "Mall?"

"Sounds good."

Compared to shopping in the city, the closest mall to Bacchus Springs was
a letdown. We got ice cream and decided that we'd meet up just before
closing. It was somewhat of a relief because both Kennedy and Jake were
fantasizing about me enough that I was getting uncomfortable and had a
perpetual boner. I wondered if maybe Ashley picked up on it since the
"couple time" thing was her idea.

Ashley led me over to one of the benches and sat down. "Enjoy your ice
cream and try to relax."

"Sorry," I muttered.

"I don't mind, but I could feel the tension. Thought you could use a
break." Her dark eyes bored into me. "Do you need to feed?"


"Nah, I think I'm okay now that they're gone. I've been trying to sip off
a little lust here and there, and I fed really well earlier. Sipping's
not as satisfying, but it keeps me sane."

"From me?" Ashley asked.

I felt the heat rush to my face. "Um, no. That might not be a good idea.
Even if I just sip a little, it increases the person's arousal. I focused
on strangers in the restaurant."

"Probably good that you didn't try to feed from me then. You didn't feed
off Jake?"

"That's like throwing gasoline on a fire. I can only feed on his lust if
we can do something about it and sadly, it's not as nourishing. We're too
tied together."

"But once we can do things, you could feed on my lust?"

"Yeah. I just couldn't use any of my other powers."

"I have an idea, but you have to promise you won't freak out," Ashley
said.

"Okay." I could hear the nervousness in her voice.

"God, I can't believe I'm saying this... So... I was really looking at
Jake, and he's pretty hot. Not as sexy as you, but most girls would be
thrilled to have a guy like that. I know you two are soul mates so no
matter what we build together, he's always going to be with you."

"Yeah." I had no idea where she was going with this.

"I want this to work. So I was thinking maybe I'd be okay with sometimes
sharing. Oh, God, come on Ashley spit it out. Like you know the three of
us together in the same bed?"

"What?" I let the suggestion sink in. "Okay, give me a second." Okay, so
I know that Jake thinks Ashley is hot and having both of them... "Are you
suggesting you both share me, or that you do stuff with Jake too?"

She took a deep breath and stared at the floor. "Jake too. We'd have to
be careful that he didn't get me pregnant, but other than that. I thought
maybe you could even use your magic to make me want Jake. You know take
away any reservations?"

"I'm not sure my powers would work on you. Dad or one of the others could
do it. But are you sure?"

"Jon, this is a messed up arrangement. I've seen my parents manage around
it all my life and Dad doesn't have a soul mate, he just prefers guys. If
we don't do something creative, we'll all be miserable."

"You have to be the most pragmatic person I've ever met."

"I take after my mother. I'd also suggest you do something similar with
Kennedy."

"I guess Jake could ask her..."

"No, absolutely not. Just do it. Trust me, I've known her all my life and
Kennedy would lose her shit."

"Can I at least talk to Jake?"

"Of course. But consider it, okay? I've given it a lot of thought and
think it's the best solution. You've told me what you've already done
with your powers, and this seems like it would be pretty easy. It's not
even going against what we already like or want, just tweaking it a
little."

"I should probably get Bacchus's permission." I was thinking out loud. "I
don't see why he'd object. Won't your parents get upset?"

"Why would they even know? What we do behind closed doors is our
business, and it's not like I'm planning on going down on Jake in the
middle of the park. No one is going to think it's strange if all four of
us become close. Your connection to Jake isn't a secret."

"True. But won't Kennedy get jealous? She seems a bit insecure."

"You can fix that too." Ashley gave me a curious look. "You do realize
that Kennedy and I are lovers?"

"Huh?" I coughed as I swallowed wrong.

"God, you are so naive. We've been best friends since pre-school, and we
started doing stuff as soon as we found out we were going to be betrothed
and had to abstain until we were married. Just because I'm a girl doesn't
mean I don't get horny or have needs. I'm Bi, just like you, sweetie."

"Ah... right. Okay. Can we walk around? I'm not sure I can absorb any
more revelations."

Ashley reached out and ran her hand over my cheek. "Sure. I love the
haircut by the way. Makes you even sexier."

"Thanks."

Walking around the mall and looking at stuff helped distract me and put
all the complications of my love life out of my mind for the moment. I
decided that if I were truly going shopping, I'd have to just make the
trip back toward the city. The styles looked like they were years behind,
even though some of the stores were the same chains where I'd always
shopped.

The drive home and dropping off the girls went without a hitch. I did
have to turn my head when Jake walked Kennedy to the door. I wasn't sure
I could handle watching her kiss him. Ashley's idea came back to mind,
and it struck me that if I were in control and with them, it wouldn't
bother me so much.

The door opened and Jake climbed in the passenger seat. "Ready to go back
to my place?" I asked.

"Very. I think it went as well as it could." Jake took my hand and kissed
it.

"Ashley came up with an interesting idea." I told Jake about it as I
drove back to the house. He went quiet for a while when I finished.

"Would you do it?" Jake asked.

"I don't know. We ought to run it past Bacchus. What do you think?"

"It would make it a lot better for me. Not that I can't do my husbandly
duty and all, but I'd much rather be with you. Having you there with
me... being able to kiss and touch you even if I was fucking Kennedy?
Yeah. Sort of like we do with Blaze, me on one end and you on the other
kissing over top of him."

"What about the part with Ashley?"

"You already knew I was a man whore 'before.' It's not that I don't enjoy
sex with girls, I just like guys more. You're not just a hole that feels
good. I love being with you, holding you, doing stuff. Ashley... well,
she's different than Kennedy. She's super smart. I like her, and I think
we'd have to be more... I don't know... careful or considerate with her.
She's sure pretty enough, so no problem there. Seems like if we can't be
just us, together, then it's the next best option. But I'm not giving up
my alone time with you. Just sayin'."

"That's kind of what I was thinking. Whoa..." I said noticing the big
black limo pulling up in front of our house. I had to drive past to get
around to the alley where the garage was. "Did you see that?"

"Looked like Rufus to me."

"Why would he be bringing someone over now? Bacchus doesn't need a car."

"Guess we'll find out when we get inside," Jake said.

I was really nervous by the time we got in the back door. I slipped off
my shoes and left Jake standing there as I quickly made my way into the
great room.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit," I muttered. When I saw who Rufus brought over.


*   Scene 4   *
David Martinez

I heard the doorbell ring and jumped. I glanced up at the clock and saw
that it was after nine and I wasn't expecting anyone. No way could Blaze
or Matthew has recovered by now. I paused the game I was playing and made
sure I was covered.

After dinner at Bart's, I'd come home and pulled on a comfy tee and
sweats and settled down with Jon's new video game. I was practicing so I
didn't embarrass myself the next time we played together.

I felt a presence at the door, but it wasn't one I recognized. I opened
the outer door and saw Rufus through the window. That's weird. Wonder
what he wants.

I opened the outer door. "Hey, Rufus, what's up?"

"David. Jamal and I brought someone over. Says she desperately needs to
talk with you."

"Um, sure. Come on in." I startled when I saw who was behind him. She'd
been completely hidden by Rufus. Oh well, I'd already said okay. Behind
her was another huge black guard I'd not met. I ignored her as she
stepped by me and greeted the second guy.

"You must be Jamal, pleased to meet you. I'm David Martinez."

He gave a huge smile that made him a lot less scary. "Pleased to meet
you. I'll be staying out here. Rufus will watch from inside." Jamal gave
a nod and shook my hand. I swear he was even bigger than Rufus.

"David," Kelly Jenson greeted.

"Please, sit down." I waved at the couch. Damn. She looks terrible. I sat
down in the chair across from her and folded my hands in my lap.

Kelly looked at me and shook her head. Her eyes were red and puffy as if
she'd been crying. As far as I could see she wasn't wearing any makeup,
and for the first time in forever, she was dressed like a normal person,
just a sweatshirt over jeans. "God, it is so unfair. Even in sweats, you
look like a wet dream."

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I had no idea how to respond.

"I promise I'm not going to take a lot of your time." She turned her head
as we heard the back door close and then voices.

Jon walked into the room, and by the look on his face, I think he was
ready to play bodyguard.

"Dad, you okay?"

"Yeah, Jon. Aunt Kelly just needed to talk to me for a bit. You and Jake
go on upstairs. I'll catch up with you."

Jon gave me a questioning look. I tried to give him a reassuring smile,
and I knew he didn't want to leave, but in the end, he listened.

"Sorry, you were saying?" I noticed Kelly was tearing up.

"My God. When did he grow up? I remember when he was born and you and
Megan brought him home from the hospital. Now look at him..."

"I'm pretty proud of him."

Kelly was quiet for a moment, I guessed she was trying to compose
herself.

"I wanted you to hear this from me as I'm sure you'll eventually hear
everyone else's version." Kelly took a deep breath. "I screwed up big
time, David. I'm sure you'll get some satisfaction out of knowing that
I'll be paying for it many times over. Back in college, I made a deal
that kept you and Dean apart."

"Kelly, I don't wish you ill, and while I'm not happy that you
interfered, I wouldn't change it either. I loved Megan and wouldn't give
my time up with her for anything. She also gave me Jon, who is one of the
two most important persons in my life."

"Please hear me out, David. I need to say this. I made a deal with a
demon."

"What? That's like a real thing? You made a crossroads deal?"

"Not at a crossroads, but yes, David. I signed an agreement with a demon
to keep Dean. All I had to do was promise him my first born when the
child turned eighteen."

"You what!" I jumped up from the chair - I was shaking so badly.

"Sit down, David. There's more."

I sat and gripped the chair, trying to calm myself so I could listen. If
she was telling me this story, there had to be a reason. Oh, God, Emma...

"Everything was going just fine, and then Dean convinced you to interview
with Bacchus. I did everything I could think of to stop it, but nothing
worked. You know what happened next, you got the job, Bacchus claimed
you, and things started to fall apart. I summoned the demon again. He
made it clear he kept his part of the bargain, and it was my fault I
couldn't keep Dean, not his."

Oh, God. What did she do? I wondered. I kept silent waiting for her to
continue.

"When I saw how Dean looked at you, I lost it. I agreed to another deal.
I'd have to give up my second child on his eighteenth birthday."

"Oh, God, not Ethan..."

"Yes, Ethan. But things didn't go as planned. Seems the demon wasn't
following protocol and when he made the deal it created an epic shit
storm. He didn't know it was forbidden to interfere with other god's
servants and Hades got involved."

This did not sound good.

"The day I yelled at you was right after I'd signed the second deal. When
I got home, they were waiting for me. I can't even tell you who they were
or what they looked like because the next thing I knew I was in an
underground cell. It had to be hell, or they had me seriously drugged. I
was questioned over and over - no one told me who they were. One was
without question the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and the other
was something out of nightmares. She was an ugly hag with snakes for
hair, like they picture Medusa, in dark robes. You'd think the
questioning by the hag would have been the most unpleasant, but she was
cold and ruthless and to the point. The beautiful one is the one who
terrified me, she was full of rage and hate."

"Aphrodite," I muttered thinking out loud. "I am her servant, and she's
the one who wanted Dean and I to be together."

"That explains some things. No one would tell me. And the hag?"

"I don't know, but from my reading up on the mythology, I'd guess one of
the Erinyes - the furies. They serve Hades." I wanted to ask about Emma
and Ethan and was already planning to go to Bacchus as soon as I could
and beg for help.

"I was released from the cell, wherever I was being held, a couple of
days ago. Of all places, I ended up in an office building in a conference
room. I stepped out of my cell and there I was. Bacchus was in the room
along with some other men in suits. He presented me with a stack of
papers and told me to sign. He explained that I would be returning to
serve out my remaining days in service to the keepers of the underworld.
I am to take Emma's place. The second contract was never accepted."

"So they'll be okay?"

"Yes. The documents were divorce papers and me giving up all rights and
claims. I was given three days to get my affairs in order. My time ends
at midnight. I've already told Dean and the kids."

"Oh, God. They..." I couldn't even imagine how they'd be feeling or what
they'd do.

"Didn't take it well. Not surprising. I waited until today to tell them.
I think they're all still in shock. You're my last stop so to speak."

"Why tell me?"

"I have no right to ask but... please at least think about it. You're my
only chance of at least salvaging some memories. They will never see me
or hear from me again. Right now they are so angry and hurt..."

"I don't know what you're asking."

"Help them heal. Do what you can to get them through this. And when some
time has passed and it's not an open wound, try to help them remember
some good times. That I really did love them. At this point, I think
they'll burn everything I ever touched. Please don't let that happen.
Save some things away for when the pain dies down."

"It will take years," I said thinking through the request.

"Yes, but you're the only one who can do this. Hide the pictures, save
some of the special things I have stored away. You'll know when it's safe
to bring them out. I screwed up royally, David. I can't undo what I've
done. And right now they can't hear me. I love them so much and I've hurt
them so badly."

"Yeah," I whispered. I could take no joy in Kelly's suffering. As she'd
said, she would pay for her mistake many times over. I couldn't even
fathom what serving in the underworld would mean.

"Kelly, it's about time to go," Rufus's deep baritone interrupted.

"I'm so sorry, Kelly." I stood and even with what she'd done, I pulled
her into my arms.

I felt her body shaking from the silent sobs.

"I'll do what I can."

"Thank you, David." She looked totally lost as Rufus opened the door for
her. He gave me a nod and followed her out.

I collapsed back into the chair and put my face in my hands. What the
fuck. How was I going to help? Poor Dean and oh my God, Ethan and Emma
must be bereft. My mind was spinning when I heard the gentle knock at the
door.

"Rufus? You forget something?" I opened the door without even looking.
Bacchus was standing in my vestibule.

He didn't say a word as he pulled me into his massive chest, wrapping his
arms around me.

He kissed my forehead and led me back over to the couch. I sat down and
Bacchus sat next to me pulling me back into his arms. "I got you, David.
We'll get through this."

"Sorry, I'm just a little stunned."

"Yeah. I did what I could to salvage things. Aphrodite was as pissed as
I've ever seen her. I think Hades promised us a whole list of favors
since it was one of his that screwed up. That's one very sorry demon."

"But Emma and Ethan are safe, right?"

"Absolutely. Kelly took Emma's place in the contract."

"You know my simple brain can't handle all this shit. Next, you'll be
telling me vampires and centaurs are real."

Bacchus didn't respond but held me against him, petting my hair.

"Bacchus..."

"Do you want the truth or a comfortable lie?"

"Shit. You've got to be kidding. The truth." I put my head on his chest
and took in his scent. There was something about him that calmed me and
made everything better. I loved how he carded his fingers through my hair
and rubbed my back. I felt like a kid again.

"You're not likely to run into either. Vampires serve Hades and stay
mostly in the underworld. Centaurs are much diminished in their numbers
and stay within the other realm."

Okay, I'd just have to let that sit for a while. My mind started
supplying a list of other myths and asking "and what about?" I looked up
at Bacchus. "What's next?"

"I came by to let you know that Dean and the kids will be coming over.
When I left them, they were all packing bags to leave. Everything in the
house reminds them of Kelly. It will take time for them to heal."

"What can I do?"

"Welcome them in and care for them. There's a special bottle of wine on
the kitchen counter that will help them get through the night. You'll be
glad to know the divorce papers have already been filed. It's a no-fault
agreement, so a separation is not required. Don't worry I got a good
lawyer to handle it. Avoiding conflict of interest and all."

I laughed. "Thanks." So that meant in as little as two months, or as long
as a year, Dean would be a single man.

"Just so you're planning appropriately, I plan on giving you a very
spectacular wedding. At my place of course."

"Aren't you jumping ahead?"

"I may have interfered just a bit. I never told you, but I had planned on
you marrying Emma and had already planted the compulsion. I removed it
from her tonight. You and Dean need to be together with no complications.
I plan on making up for my meddling."

I sat up and turned to look at Bacchus. "Wait. Is that why she tried
to... and Dean said she was rushing... she already knew?"

"Yes. But you can rest easy. She won't remember any of that now. We'll
find a new man for her."

"Thanks. I appreciate that." Wow, me getting married to Dean.

"I'm going to leave now. You need anything just call out to me."

"You mean call you."

"No, David. You're my servant. Phones are not required." He leaned in and
kissed me and then he was gone. I fell backward on the couch without him
there to support me.

"Dad?" Jon called from the stairs, Jake was right behind him.

"Come on down, she's gone."

"I felt Bacchus. Was he here too?"

"Just for a bit. He said Dean, Ethan, and Emma are on their way over."

Jake dropped into the chair and Jon sat in his lap. "What gives?"

"If I don't get through all of it I'll tell you guys later. We won't be
talking about it in front of them." I recounted the visit with Kelly and
everything she'd said. I tried not to leave out any details. Then I told
them about what Bacchus had said.

"Fuck," Jake muttered.

"Oh, shit, Dad. I can't even imagine," Jon said.

"Guess it's a good thing one of the bedroom sets came in early. Can you
guys get it made up for Emma?"

"On it!" Jake said squirming out from under Jon and running up the
stairs.

"I love him," I said watching Jon's boyfriend jump into action.

"Me too. We don't have time now, but later I need to talk to you about an
idea Ashley had."

The doorbell rang just as he got the words out.

This time I looked through the window before opening the door. I stepped
into the vestibule and opened the outer door. Dean, Emma, and Ethan were
all on the front porch with suitcases.

"Come on in. You guys don't need to ring the doorbell or wait outside.
What's the point of giving you keys?"

"I hate to barge in, but could we stay with you for a bit?" Dean asked.
His eyes looked truly haunted. I hadn't even got a response out when Emma
and Ethan wrapped themselves around me, crying.

"Come on, come on. Let's get everyone inside," I said as I hugged back.
"Bacchus stopped by so you don't need to explain or say anything you
don't want to."

Emma broke into sobs as she buried her head in my chest. "It's okay.
Princess. We've got you." I rubbed her back and let her cry it out. Ethan
looked like a wounded puppy as he stared at me.

"Uncle David, could I stay with you and Dad tonight?" Ethan asked.

I glanced at Dean and he nodded.

"Sure, sport. Emma, Jake went up to make up your room. Lucky for you they
delivered one of my guest sets early. You get to be the very first to
break it in."

She nodded into my chest but didn't say anything.

"We just couldn't stay in the house. Everywhere we looked was a reminder
and it was just too much." Dean dropped into one of the chairs and closed
his eyes.

"Hey, Jon. Would you pour Dean a glass of the wine Bacchus left on the
counter?"

"Sure. You want one too? Ethan or Emma, can I get you anything?" Jon
asked.

"I think they could all use a glass." I led them over to the couch and
sat down. I was surprised when Dean got up and pushed the ottoman we used
as a coffee table out of the way and sat between my knees on the floor. I
had Ethan on one side and Emma on the other.

"We interrupted your game," Dean said looking at the screen which had
gone dark in screensaver mode.

"Don't worry about it. I was losing anyway."

Jon returned and handed out the glasses of wine. He gave me a questioning
brow raise.

"Bacchus said it would help them sleep. So if you and Jake want
something, open a different bottle."

"Gotcha. I think we're good. Jake and I were going to make some popcorn
and put in a movie."

I could tell even after one sip, the wine was having an impact. I climbed
over Dean, extricating myself from Emma and Ethan. "Jon and Jake, if I
don't see you guys in the morning, have a good day. I'm going to make
sure the rooms are ready and carry their bags up."

"We can do that, David," Dean objected.

"Let me." I picked up the pink flowered roller bag. "This is yours,
right, Ethan?"

"No, that's mine, Uncle David," Emma said.

"Really? It's really rocking Ethan's vibe."

"Watch it old man," Ethan retorted.

It was worth it to see the smile. I got all the bags upstairs and checked
to make sure towels were set out. Emma came up before I was done.

"You okay sleeping in here? The bath is right next door."

"It's really pretty. Thank you," Emma said hugging me. She went to get
ready and I turned down the bed.

"Anything I can get for you?"

"You can tuck me in."

I pulled the covers over her and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you,
Princess."

"Love you too, Uncle David."

I stepped out and turned off the lights. When I got to my bedroom, Dean
was sitting on the edge of the bed and I could hear the shower running.

"Ethan's in there," Dean muttered. He was staring at the floor, twisting
his belt in his hands.

I knew Jon and Jake would close up when their movie was over, so I
started getting undressed.

"How could she do it, David? Our own kids."

I leaned down and kissed him. "I can't explain it. I'm not sure anyone
can. She loved you so much she couldn't accept not having you, no matter
what it cost."

The pain in his eyes when he looked up at me was enough to break my
heart. "But our kids. She was going to send off our little girl to who
knows what. And then she was going to do it all over again with Ethan? It
would have killed me."

"They're safe now. Not going anywhere. I confirmed it with Bacchus," I
said as I kissed him again.

"I hate her so much, David. I didn't think I could feel this way, but
I... I can't ever forgive her for what she did."

"We're going to focus on getting you and them through this. I will be
with you every step of the way."

Dean pulled me down onto the bed on top of him and hugged me tight enough
I wondered if he'd crack a rib. "I love you so much," he said as he
breathed into my neck.

"Is there room for me?" Ethan asked. He was standing in the doorway to
the bath wrapped in a towel.

"Of course. But lose the towel. Remember my rule." I gave Dean a quick
kiss and stood. Ethan gave me a hesitant smile as I approached. I kissed
him on the forehead and gripped the front of the towel. "What's the
rule?"

"Any man in your bed has to be naked," Ethan stated.

"And you, are most definitely, a man." I squeezed his bulge before
pulling the towel away and stepping past him into the bath. "Go on, get
under the covers. I'll just be a minute."

I had just started to brush my teeth when Dean stepped up beside me.
"Thank you. For everything."

I winked. Not much more I could do with a mouth full of toothpaste.

Dean washed his face and grabbed his toothbrush from the holder. "I could
get used to this."

I spat in the sink and rinsed. "I hope so. I'd like you to be in my bed
every night."

"Are you proposing, Mr. Martinez?" Dean teased.

"As soon as the courts say we can, you bet your sweet ass."

Dean grabbed me and held me tight. Fuck, he was crying again. I was
trying to lighten the mood and I went and fucked it up. When Dean got
himself calmed he nuzzled into my neck.

"Just so you don't worry, the answer will be yes. If you ever decide to
ask."

"Good to know. Now, why don't you get ready so we can go snuggle our
boy."

I climbed in behind Ethan and pulled his warm body into me. I wrapped my
arm over him and ran my hand up and down his washboard abs. "Missed you
this week."

"I missed you guys too. Believe me, I'd have much rather been here."

"If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you."

"Not ready to talk. But I like you touching me," Ethan said as he kissed
my arm.

"That's too easy. I find it very difficult not to touch you... and kiss
you... and stroke you..."

Ethan giggled and wiggled his ass into my crotch. "And?"

"Yeah, that too."

"Good. I thought maybe you forgot."

"Never in a million years, Ethan."

"You guys aren't starting without me are you?" Dean asked as he crawled
in on the other side of Ethan.

"Course not, Dad. Wouldn't be the same without you," Ethan said.

I leaned over Ethan and met Dean for a passionate kiss. "Nothing better
than an Ethan sandwich."

"But you're not doing it right," Ethan complained.

"Oh, really? What are we doing wrong?" I asked as I rubbed up against his
backside.

"To make a 'good' sandwich, your dick needs to be in my ass and Dad's
dick needs to be in my mouth. Otherwise, the sandwich falls apart."

"How about this, I turn around and your dick goes in my mouth?" Dean said
as he shifted position. "And you, David. Fuck him real hard so I get a
nice big load out of him. It's been a while and I need it."

"Your wish is my command," I said as I reached for the lube.

"Damn, I love you guys," Ethan said with a sigh.

>> END CHAPTER ELEVEN <<


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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.
* Barker, Calvin - chef at the Resort and Spa
* Brentwood, Jeff - Finance Manager at Bacchus Industries. Mid-forties,
married, three children.
* Brown, Debbie - Social Worker, sister of Megan Martinez, mother of
Oliver
* Brown, Oliver - Student, son of Debbie, cousin of Jon Martinez, nephew
of David
* Campbell, Ashley - Student, daughter of Jed and Joanna, 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, body, builder. Moved to Bacchus Springs
to find a better home for his nephew.
* Carson, Tyrone - Student, nephew of Trevor.
* Castle, Paula - friend of Tabitha Ward.
* Cavanaugh, Josh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh, good friend of Ethan
* 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
* Freyer, Jackson - Real Estate mogul from Albany, having a fling with
Ben Donaldson. Had intended to buy Bart's Barn.
* Grendle, Archibald, tailor. Older gentlemen with a socially
unacceptable taste in sexual partners.
* Harris, Ford - Servant of Bacchus, Owner and operator of Bacchus
Construction
* 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.
* Ketler, Grant - bellman at Bacchus Springs Resort & Spa, rising senior
in college
* Martinez, Antonio 'Tony', Federal Employee, divorced, brother of David
and Bernardo
* Martinez, Bernardo 'Bernie', Architect, husband of Casey, father of
Liam and Noah, brother of David and Antonio
* Martinez, Casey - wife of Bernardo, mother of Liam and Noah
* Martinez, David - Servant of Bacchus, Lawyer, father of Jon, 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
* Pappetti, Loius - Director of Corporate Real Estate for Bacchus
Industries. Married.
* Rice, Kristen - front desk supervisor at Bacchus Springs Resort & Spa
* Rufus - Shifter and guard for Bacchus, one of Hade's junior hounds
* Russo, Bella - Baker and mother of Ronnie
* Russo, Ronnie - Servant of Bacchus, Baker and owner of Sinful Delights,
son of Bella
* Simmons, Candy - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Warren with two
teenaged children
* Simmons, Warren - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Candy with two
teenaged children
* St. Anthony's - a hospital and insane asylum outside of Bacchus Springs
* Ward, Caleb - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and younger brother
of Daniel.
* Ward, Daniel - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and older brother
of Caleb. Ward's Furniture Store.
* Ward, James - Manager of Ward's Furniture Store, son of Bartholomew,
owner of Ward's Furniture. Brother of Oscar, Phillip, and Ronald Ward.
Father of Daniel & Caleb. Wife is Tabitha.
* Ward, Tabitha - office manager of Ward's Furniture. Mother of Daniel
and Caleb and wife of James.


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