Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2019 16:35:31 -0500
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 12: Proposals

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 12: Proposals
by Tripp Savidge


*   Scene 1   *
Caleb Ward

"Are you sure? I look like a dweeb." I rolled up my sleeves and ignored
Mom's scowl. If I had to wear church clothes, at least I could be a
little bit more comfortable.

"Oh, Caleb. You look just fine, quit fretting." Mom put her hands on my
shoulders and gave me a once over. "So handsome. You boys are growing up
too fast."

"Do you know why he wants to see me? And why not Danny too?"

"No, sweetie, he didn't say. Just that he wanted to spend some time with
you and get to know you a little better. I'm sure if he wanted to meet
your brother, he would have said so."

"And you don't think that's weird? Why would Bacchus want to get to know
me?"

"I guess you'll find out soon." Mom turned and poured me a glass of
juice. "Now, eat your breakfast before they come to pick you up."

"Are Dad and Danny already at the store?"

"Yes, they left a while ago when you were getting showered. You did clean
'really well' like I suggested."

"Yes, Mom," I said feeling the heat creep into my face. "You gonna spend
the day with Aunt Paula?" I watched Mom carefully and noticed she froze
for a moment before laughing.

"That's the plan."

"Mm-hm. Gonna get down and dirty, right?" I teased to get back for the
cleaning out my ass reminder.

"Caleb Ward!"

"Aw, come on. Danny and I know what's going down and we're happy for you.
It's nice to see you smiling again." She turned back to me and gave a
bashful smile - her face was bright red.

"Well, just keep it to yourself. I don't think your father would be near
as understanding."

I couldn't help the snort that slipped out. "Yeah, cause he's such a
perfect husband."

"At least he's better than he was."

I couldn't argue with her on that point. I thought about it while I ate
my breakfast. The Martinez men had made our home life so much better. Not
only was Dad better to all of us, Danny and I no longer worried about
getting raped in our sleep or pimped out to our uncles. Yeah, having Dad
as a willing cocksucker was much better. Danny was plowing his hairy ass
almost daily. Not me, I preferred Danny's though I didn't mind the
blowjobs from Dad.

"Limo just pulled up, Caleb," Mom said giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Wow, a limo. I gave Mom a hug and headed out. I had butterflies in my
stomach and was more than a little nervous. I was going to see a "god"
and had no idea why. I sure hoped he didn't turn me into a frog or
something.

I noticed the neighbors peeking out of doors and windows as I walked down
the sidewalk to the waiting car. A really big black guy in a uniform was
standing by the open door to the back seat.

"Mister Ward, good morning. I'm Rufus. I work for Lord Bacchus."

"Hey," I managed, feeling really small and fragile as I got closer to the
muscled driver.

I climbed into the cavernous interior and sank back into the buttery
leather seats. I couldn't resist running my hands over the cushions and
looking around at the posh interior. Sure never thought I'd be riding in
a limo. Let the neighbors wonder.

It wasn't long before we were out of town and driving along the lake
shore drive. I saw the entrance and signs for the Resort and Spa and knew
we were getting close. All too soon, we'd made our way up the winding
drive to Bacchus's mansion. Rufus parked the limo in front of the
entrance and jumped out.

"Welcome, Master Caleb," Rufus said with a flourish as he opened the
door.

"Um... thanks. Where am I supposed to go?" I whispered back. Rufus leaned
in close enough that I could feel his breath as he spoke.

"I'd suggest the front door."

I looked up at the huge mansion and tried to pull up some courage. I'd
just made it to the steps of the large portico when the door opened, and
a man stepped out.

"Caleb, welcome."

I froze and looked at the man standing at the door. My first thought was
"wow." The guy reminded me of a movie star. He was big and muscled with
wavy brown hair down to his shoulders. He was wearing a very tight tee
and jeans that left nothing to the imagination.

"Come on in, nothing to be scared of. I'm Bacchus," the guy said with a
big smile.

"Um... am I supposed to bow or kneel?" I was sure there was an
appropriate greeting for a god, but Mom hadn't told me.

He winked and extended his hand. "How about we shake hands? Once you're
comfortable with me, I prefer hugs." He laughed after shaking my hand and
gently nudged me through the doorway.

I was so nervous I was shaking as I stood in the large entrance hall and
waited to be turned into a frog. I thought he was super handsome and just
being near him made me feel a little dizzy.

Bacchus stepped in front of me, knelt down putting a hand on each
shoulder as he looked me in the eyes. "RELAX. BREATHE DEEPLY. That's it,
no one is going to hurt you, and I promise, I have no intentions of
turning you into a frog. Besides, that's witches, not Greek gods."

His eyes were amazing, and I just wanted to stare into them forever.
There were little gold sparkles that swirled and twinkled like lights. I
realized I hadn't answered and nodded, swallowing hard, as I counted my
breaths in and out. How did he know about the frog thing? I hadn't said
anything.

"I've been looking forward to officially meeting you, Caleb. While I saw
you briefly at the doctor's, you didn't see me. I've heard very good
things about you, and if you didn't know, David is quite a fan."

"Mr. Martinez?" I asked in disbelief. I couldn't imagine why he'd be
saying anything about me. Especially to Bacchus.

"Do you know another David?"

"Um..." I thought about it and realized that I didn't. "No. Guess not."

Bacchus laughed as he stood. "Come with me. We'll talk in my office."

I followed him or more like, walked beside him since he had his hand on
my shoulder. I tried to look around as much as I could without walking
into anything. The place was huge and fancier than anywhere I'd been
before. Sort of like what I'd seen in movies. We'd made several turns,
and I heard some women laughing and then noticed two coming our
direction.

I'd barely gotten a good look at them before they were all over me - and
I mean literally, like touching and pressing their big boobs into my face
and hugging me. It was awful!

"Oh, Bacchus! He's so adorable! Look at that face, Kayla. I just want to
kiss him all over!"

"Such pretty hair and skin. Please, Bacchus, let us have him. We'll take
such good care of him and make him feel so good. You'd like that wouldn't
you precious?"

"No!" I squeaked as the second girl's hand slid inside my pants and found
my dick.

"Don't you want to put his inside me?" she purred.

"Girls. LEAVE HIM BE. Our young guest isn't interested in what you have
to offer."

"It's not fair!" Kayla whined. "Why do you keep bringing in such pretty
gay boys? Can't you find some who want to play with Heather and me?"

"We'd take such good care of him, Father. Really we would. Teach him so
much," Heather added.

"Not this time. Now, MOVE ALONG." Bacchus said as he pulled me out of
their clutches.

I watched them walk away to make sure I was safe. Bacchus knelt down and
kissed me on the forehead. "You okay?"

"I think so. Why'd they do that?"

"You are a very pretty young man, and I'm afraid my nymphs haven't been
getting enough attention. Be glad we didn't run into any maenads. I can't
blame them for wanting you, but I apologize for them getting so
personal."

"Well... it was creepy. I'm not into girls." I thought I needed to make
that really clear.

"Ha ha. Yeah, I knew that but not to worry, they won't bother you again,
and I promise, I'll make it up to you."

"'kay," I said feeling a little better now that they were gone. Bacchus
took my hand and led me into a big, fancy office. It was lined with
bookshelves and dark paneling. A huge, tufted leather couch and chairs
were on one side and a massive desk on the other.

"Please, have a seat. I have a proposal for you, Caleb." Bacchus directed
me to the couch while he went over to his desk and sat down.

"You want to marry me?" I asked in surprise.

"No, no. Not that kind of proposal. More like an arrangement or deal." He
was looking for something in the cabinet behind his desk as he spoke.

"Whew." I was glad because even though he was super handsome and all, I
wasn't ready to get married. "So, what kind of deal?"

"You agree to be one of my servants, and I make sure you are very well
cared for."

"You want me to come live with you? Does that mean you want me to be a
satire?" I wasn't sure about this at all. Why would he want me?

"They're called satyrs, a satire is something else entirely, and no,
you're too young. You don't have to be a satyr to be a servant, and I'm
not sure the world would be ready for that anyway."

"Why?" I felt a little offended that he didn't think I'd make a good
goat-boy. I felt even more insulted when he laughed.

"Caleb, Caleb. With your looks and appetite, I'm not about to give you
extra powers of seduction. There aren't enough men in Bacchus Springs.
Besides, you need to finish your education. That means college for you,
young man."

He'd been talking to Mom. I could tell. Bacchus pulled out a silver
circle thing from the cabinet and then stopped at the sideboard. He
poured some dark red stuff into a little goblet and brought it over.

"So what do I have to do?"

"First, DRINK."

I took the fancy goblet and sniffed it. Smelled bad but I couldn't seem
to stop myself from tipping it into my mouth. I knew it was some kind of
wine - I'd tried it before and really didn't see what the fuss was about.
Soda was so much better. I could feel it burning down my throat and
making me all warm inside. I handed the goblet back to him.

"The rest of what you need to do is simple, grow up, take good care of
your body, and do well in your studies. I'd be pleased if you came to
visit, but that's up to you."

He sat down next to me, and I couldn't help but stare up at his handsome
face. I was feeling really strange. I wondered what it would be like if
he kissed me. Would he be as sexy as David? Was his cock as big and would
it feel as good as his did? I had a nagging sense that I should be asking
more questions about the whole "servant" thing but... his eyes were so
cool. I was really hoping he'd touch me again...

"David was right, you are a very special young man." I felt the heat of
his hands as they slipped under my Polo and began lifting it off. Bacchus
picked up the silver thing. It reminded me of a fancy Egyptian necklace,
and I couldn't seem to move as he gently put it around my neck. It felt
really warm against my skin, and I reached up to touch it - but it was
gone.

"Don't worry, it's still there. It's part of you now," Bacchus said. His
voice was deep and velvety and sent little shivers over my skin. He was
so close. I could smell him, and his eyes looked like they were glowing.
I felt his breath against my lips as he spoke.

"You're mine now, Caleb." Bacchus closed the distance and kissed me. I
opened my mouth and let him claim me. He tasted like the wine, and I
decided it wasn't so bad after all. I still felt a little like there was
something I was missing, something I should be doing or asking but the
harder I tried to think, the more it slipped away. His mouth and tongue
were so warm, and his hands were touching me, running over my skin making
me want him even more.

He kissed down my chest and stomach and then took me into his mouth. I
moaned in pleasure as his tongue teased my cock. I couldn't remember
taking off my clothes, but as I felt his hands on my body, I knew I was
naked. His hands stroked and explored, and I didn't care how or when I
got undressed - I just wanted his touch.

"So beautiful and smooth." He lifted my legs and kissed my balls and then
my taint before I felt his tongue slide over my hole.

"Oh, God!" I cried out as his tongue slid inside me.

"Mmmm. David was right, such a perfect little pussy, and so very sweet."

I couldn't think. My mind just spun as questions and thoughts surfaced
and then flittered away. His tongue was like magic, and all I could do
was ride the waves of pleasure as he licked and tongued at my opening.
His finger slid inside and immediately hit my spot. I cried out and
pushed against him to get more.

"So eager," Bacchus whispered, his breath warm against my opening.
Another finger slid into me, and I squeezed and tried to get him in
deeper. I needed more. Bacchus kissed and licked at my balls as his
fingers moved torturously slow in and out of my hole. He took my dick
into his mouth and sucked it slow and hard then released me and kissed up
to my chest. He playfully bit at my nipples before closing in and
claiming my mouth.

"Please," I begged when he pulled back kissing down my jaw and into the
crook of my neck.

"Please, what?" he whispered nibbling my ear.

"Fuck me. Please, fuck me. AWWWE!" I cried out when he pushed another
finger inside me and started pumping in and out hard and fast. I wrapped
my arms around his head and let him claim my mouth. I loved the way he
was kissing me. His fingers pulled out. "No! Don't stop."

"Shhh, I've got something better for you..."

I felt the soft head of his cock sliding against my ass. And I wiggled to
try and get it lined up. Bacchus's hands grabbed my hips and held me
still as he bit playfully at my lips.

"Oh, my little prince, you're going to get more dick than you ever
dreamed. Be patient."

I felt the pressure and gasped as the head of his cock pushed past my
outer ring. It felt so huge, but not painful just a delightful stretch
and tingle and then I felt him going deeper.

"Yesssssss," I groaned as he filled me. It was so good, and I felt so
full. Then he began to move, and I couldn't help but whimper as his cock
pressed that spot inside me.

"So tight, Caleb. Men will do terrible things for a chance at this
beautiful ass of yours. I'm going to make sure you always stay this
snug."

I heard him and knew it should be important, but I couldn't focus. I
wanted him to fuck me harder; I needed him to fill me and claim me. "Fuck
me, please."

Bacchus slammed into me, driving hard and deep. Over and over I felt his
thick cock reaming out my guts sending waves of pleasure through my body.
His tongue fucking my mouth as his cock drove into me. I was in heaven.
His scent and his touch, his hands moving over my body as he claimed me
and made me his. I could feel an orgasm building deep in my core. Bacchus
didn't need to touch my dick, his pounding cock was enough to take me
there. I wanted to feel him explode inside me, filling me with his seed.

"FUCK!" I cried out as my orgasm struck without warning. I'd been riding
the high so long I didn't even realize I was close. My cock erupted
sending volley after volley of hot cream between our bodies. Bacchus's
mouth never released my own as he swallowed my cries. He fucked me harder
and then I felt it - a torrent of heat released deep inside me. It spread
through my body like fire. I looked into his eyes in surprise as I didn't
know what was happening.

The golden sparkles in his glowing brown eyes swirled hypnotically, and I
realized something was happening to me. My orgasm hadn't stopped I could
still feel the euphoria as I seemed to stay on the crest - pleasure and
pain all twisted together. I felt Bacchus still, his cock buried deep
inside me as he gave soft kisses over my face.

"Rest, my little prince. Let my magic do its work."

I tried to respond but had trouble keeping my eyes open as my body seemed
to melt into the couch. I gave in and relished the feel of the warm,
muscled body wrapped around me. I felt so floaty and so good...

"Time to wake," Bacchus whispered as his lips grazed mine. I opened my
eyes and was surprised to see Bacchus dressed and kneeling beside the
couch. I was still naked but wrapped in a big soft throw. "Your new
brothers would love to meet you and welcome you to the family."

"Huh?" I struggled to think, and the room around me seemed fuzzy. I was
also very aware of how empty I felt and disappointed Bacchus wasn't going
to fill me again.

"You're part of the family now, Caleb. You already know the Martinez
clan, but it's time to meet the rest of your brothers. I'm going to ask
Devon to introduce you. I have some things I need to take care of, but
I'm really glad you came to visit. You'll have to come back to see me
again, soon." Bacchus leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss.

"Devon?" I felt strangely light-headed as I tried to sit up. My brain
still didn't seem to be working so good. I looked behind Bacchus and
noticed someone else was there. Not sure why I didn't see him before.

"Hey, Caleb. I'm Devon." The young black man knelt down beside the couch
and put his palm to my cheek. He had a deep voice and spoke with a really
sexy British accent.

"Hey." I pressed into his palm and then turned and kissed his fingers. He
was pretty with deep golden-brown skin and large dark eyes. I couldn't
help but notice his full lips, wondering what they'd be like to kiss. I
wondered if he wanted to fuck me. Does the UK have gays? I wondered.

"Ready to go meet the guys?" he asked as he pulled the cover away. His
voice giving me little shivers and making my dick throb.

I realized I was naked and still rock hard - even after the amazing sex
with Bacchus. I looked around for my clothes. "Need to get dressed."

"Nah, you're brilliant. Besides, you're more apt to lose them. It's fine
to go nude here, we all do. Unless we have guests that wouldn't
understand. Also saves time trying to find your stuff later.

"Oh." I let him help me stand and felt a little wobbly. He pulled me into
his body, and I noticed how muscled and hard he was. "But you're wearing
clothes..."

"Would you feel more comfortable if I got undressed too?" Devon asked.

"Mm-hm." I would but what I was really thinking was how much I wanted to
see him naked.

I had to concentrate on standing when he let go of me, but I was still
able to enjoy the reveal. It was worth it. Devon was so ripped he looked
like he'd been carved - every muscle was so perfect, and his skin was
flawless and his dick... oh, my God, it was perfect and so big. I wanted
it.

"You fancy my snake?" Devon teased lifting his cock as it stiffened. It
wasn't as thick as Bacchus's, but still, I could feel my mouth watering
and my ass clenching at the thought of getting it inside me.

"Yeah..." I went to reach for it and stumbled. Devon caught me and pulled
me in against him again. His body was so warm. I rubbed against him and
kissed his chest as I reached down and took him into my hand. "I want
this."

"Ha ha, yeah. You're still flying high. Come on. Let's meet the other
guys."

I took his hand and let him lead. I didn't pay any attention to where we
were going, my gaze never left his body. The more I looked at Devon, the
more I wanted him. The next thing I realized we were standing in dark
room full of equipment. At first, I thought it was a gym, but I couldn't
see clearly, and none of it looked quite right.

Devon did something, and a couple of lights came on, but they were more
like spots and illuminated what looked like a weird swing. He turned me
into him and kissed me. "Time to meet your brothers."

I heard voices then and one by one, several other young men stepped into
the light. Beautiful, ripped, and very naked men. I let out a groan as my
body reminded me how empty I was. Some of them I recognized, having seen
them around town. One looked especially familiar, but I wasn't sure why.
He was the first to step forward.

"Welcome, Caleb. I'm Benny. I think you know my brother Jake." He shook
my hand, and I let my eyes trail over his jock body. Now that he said it,
I could see why he looked so familiar. Then one by one, other guys came
up and shook my hand. I lost track of their names as I was much more
interested in what was between their legs. That I remembered - all nicely
endowed, some cut, some uncut, some thicker, some longer, all with
amazing bodies. I did note that in addition to Devon being black there
was an Asian guy and a Latino.

When the introductions were done, Devon helped me climb into the leather
swing. I didn't realize what it was until he had me adjusted and was
fastening my ankles with the Velcro straps. I had a niggling thought that
maybe I should object or ask questions then I felt Devon's fingers
teasing my hole.

"Ohhhh. Yeah..." I moaned like a whore as I spread my legs wider. I
wanted him inside me, and all thought turned to his large dark cock.

"Soon, Caleb. How did you feel?"

"So empty," I complained. I was horny and hard and wanted nothing more
than to be fucked. I had a nagging voice in the back of my head reminding
me that I needed to be safe, but it quickly dawned on me that Bacchus set
this up. I was his. He wouldn't hurt me or have me harmed, and the voice
went away.

Devon put his cock at my entrance, and the others moved in around me,
touching me, kissing me, stroking my body as I felt Devon slowly press
inside my body.

"YES!" I cried as I felt his hard length fill me. Another warm, velvety
cock teased across my lips, and I extended my tongue trying to catch it.
It returned, and I turned my head to take it in. It tasted wonderful, and
as Devon started to thrust, a warm, wet mouth took my own aching dick in
and sucked me.

The next several hours were a blur. I'm not sure why I can't remember. I
just had snippets and images. I was pretty sure I'd had sex with all the
pretty men. I remembered that after a while they'd pulled me out of the
swing and moved me to a table-thing with a dick in my mouth, my ass, and
one in both hands. I also remembered being held and bounced up and down
on a really thick cock. But faces and details just wouldn't come. My
balls ached, and I had the feeling if I moved my ass would slosh from all
the cum. I couldn't even remember how I got to this room or when I got
dressed.

I held the tea in my hand and sipped. Devon was seated across from me,
watching me with his sexy dark eyes and a patient smile.

"You should eat some of the sandwiches or biscuits. You don't want to
pass out," Devon said in his sexy accent.

"Those are cookies," I objected taking one and biting into it as if I had
proven my point.
Devon rolled his eyes and laughed.

"I feel strange."

"It will pass." He pointed to the sandwiches until I took one and began
to eat.

"I sorta can't remember what just happened. I mean... I know I had sex
with lots of guys, but now I can't remember who, or what they even looked
like. Was that my initiation?" I took another bite of the sandwich and
decided it was way better than the ones my mom made. I squirmed a little
in the chair, worried that all the jizz in my ass was going to start
leaking out.

"Eh... yes and no. David already 'initiated' you. This was more of a
celebration for becoming one of Father's servants.

My kind of celebration. "So will I remember?"

"Sure. It will come back to you. Why? Do you regret what happened?"

"Hell, no! I loved every bit of it, or at least what I remember. Just
would be nice to... you know... recognize a guy and remember that he's
fucked me."

Devon laughed again and poured me more tea. "Your body will remember. But
so you know, you had all the satyrs except for Chet and Sin. You'll
eventually be able to tell who else is a servant and recognize us as
satyrs. That's part of being one of us."

"Oh... so other people will know..." I wasn't sure I liked everyone
knowing my business or that I got gang banged.

"They'll know you're one of Bacchus's servants. That's all." Devon
assured me with a knowing smile. "So you don't forget. You are welcome
here any time. You don't have to check first, well, I guess you should
make sure it's good with your mum, but other than that, just show up. If
you ever start getting 'needy' and need a safe place for some relief,
we're here for you. Satyrs are always ready and willing to help a
brother, especially one as hot as you. We take care of each other all the
time."

"Kinky." I couldn't help but snicker. Just the thought of all those hot
hunks doing each other. Geez, I wouldn't get anything else done. I looked
around the room as I ate the sandwich. Sort of looked like an expensive
hotel lobby or like you'd shove a whole bunch of living rooms together.
The fireplaces were so big I could probably stand up inside and not hit
my head.

"Still dizzy?" Devon asked.

"Why'd it make me feel like this?" I grabbed another sandwich and a
cookie just in case Devon took them away.

"I don't know for sure. But it happens to most guys, so I assume it's a
side effect of the wine and Bacchus's magic. You know, he's often
described as the god of madness and wild frenzy?"

"He seemed pretty calm to me." I finished the cookie and set the teacup
back on the tray.

"He isn't the one to go into a frenzy - he causes it in others."

"Oh... so, now what?"

"Rufus will be by soon, and he'll give you a lift home. I'm glad you're
one of us. You were lots of fun."

I felt my face flush. "Thanks. I liked being with you too." I wasn't
going to tell him that I'd rather be with David and Coach Jenson. That
would be kinda cruel. Besides, David didn't always have time for me and
Devon had a really nice dick.

"Are you ready, Mr. Ward?" Rufus asked as he walked in.

"Yes, sir. Thank you. Thanks, Devon. It really was a great day, and I'm
sure I'll appreciate it even more when I can remember."

"I think I can speak on behalf of my brothers and say it was a true
pleasure. We look forward to your next visit."

I was a little surprised when Devon hugged me, but that was cool. I
walked out, following Rufus to the front entrance. I was glad he came to
get me; Bacchus's place was so big I think I'd have gotten lost.

The car was already waiting, and Rufus opened the door for me with a bow.
I laughed, and he gave me a wink before shutting it behind me.

I saw him look at me in the rearview mirror when he got settled. "You
feeling okay?"

"Pretty good, thank you. Just weirded out that I can't remember much," I
responded. I didn't figure it was polite to say my balls ached and that
my ass was sore. I also hoped I didn't leak on his fancy seats.

"Nothing to worry about. It will all come back to you." Rufus pulled
away, and we were barely on the road before he turned into one of the
boat launches. The car rolled to a stop, and Rufus got out and walked
down to one of the picnic tables, leaving me in the car.

"Well, shit." I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I wondered if
maybe he wanted to fuck me. I was surprised the idea didn't do it for me,
but he did seem sort of big and scary. I opened the door and walked to
where he was sitting. I'm not sure if it was real or my imagination, but
it felt like my ass was making squishing sounds as I walked.

"I have a proposal for you, Mr. Ward," Rufus said when I got close.

Here we go again. "You wanna fuck me?"

Rufus let out a bellow of a laugh. "Ha! No, sorry. Not that you aren't
pretty and all, but you're not my type."

"Oh." I felt a wave of relief. I wasn't sure if I was ready for another
go. "So, you like girls, huh?"

"Goodness, no. I'm just not into twinks. I prefer older, more mature men,
with more meat on their bones and some fur."

"Okay, so what's your proposition?" I was glad Bacchus explained that
whole thing to me, so I didn't embarrass myself again.

"I have something you need, and you have something I need. Pretty boy
like you needs some protection. A guy he can call to have his back. Hell,
I don't mind roughing up some folks if needed. I can do that for you."

"And... what do I have?"

"Your dad."

"Sorry? I'm not getting it."

"Your dad. I've tried approaching him. He won't even give me the time of
day. He wasn't even civil."

I debated a minute, looking at Rufus. I didn't want to make him angry or
hurt his feelings, but it was what it was. "Probably 'cause you're black.
My dad and my uncles are um... they don't like people who aren't white
like them." The smile Rufus gave was the last thing I expected.

"Tell me if I got this wrong, but I thought your dad had to do whatever
you or your brother told him. That you could 'pimp' him out or share him
with other guys."

"Yeah... and?"

"I want you to tell your dad he has to let me fuck him."

"Ohhhh... OH!" Maybe it was from everything else that it took so long for
my brain to figure it out. I dropped down on the bench and tried to
remember what David and Jon had told us. I still wasn't thinking super
clear, but what Rufus said seemed right. Besides, the thought of my dad
taking it from Rufus was super hot. I'd liked seeing David and Jon fuck
him and knowing that he'd never do it on his own made it even better.
Best part was he'd probably love taking it from Rufus, and that would
drive him crazy.

"Well?"

"Can I watch?"

"What?"

"I want to see you fuck my dad. I bet Danny will too. Doesn't have to be
every time, but at least the first time he takes a black dick, I want to
see it. He doesn't know what he's missing."

Rufus laughed. "So you know about that, do you?"

"I do now. Devon was pretty amazing." From the bulge I could see in
Rufus's slacks I was pretty sure he was big too.

"He's a good guy. Great body too. He's still too young and skinny for me.
I like something to hold on to and a man who can take a hard fuck without
breaking."

"Let me talk to Dan, and we'll come up with something. So you okay with
my conditions?"

"Most definitely." Rufus extended his hand, and we shook on it. He pulled
out a pocket knife and kept hold of my hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously as he extended the blade and
turned my hand palm up.

"Sealing our deal and making sure you have a way to let me know when I'm
needed."

"Dude! That's what cell phones are for!"

"Blood works better, and you never lose a signal. I'll always know if
you're in trouble or even if you just need me to call."

He was so fast with the blade I didn't have time to flinch or scream. He
made a similar cut on his own palm and put our hands together. I was
surprised when it tingled, and then he pulled away and offered a fist
bump.

I pulled back from the bump to look at my hand and was surprised that
there wasn't a mark.

"How'd you do that?" I demanded.

He smirked at me before he turned and strode back to the car, lifting his
arm to wave at me to catch up. "Magic. It's all magic."


*   Scene 2   *
Jon Martinez

Damn, Grant's ass was tight. I was still surprised he'd kept so quiet,
just a few grunts and some low groaning as I'd worked my dick into his
virgin hole. I hated that it wasn't more "special" but we didn't have a
lot of time, and he'd been so eager I thought he'd try taking me dry.
That's wasn't a worry since I always carried lube.

Some families kept a bowl of mints at the door, the Martinez house had a
bowl of lube packets. Astroglide had become my friend, and my new motto
was not to leave home without it. Grant pushed back and ground his big
muscled ass on my cock. We'd been in such a hurry we hadn't even
stripped. His underwear and slacks were pushed down to his knees as he
bent over the laundry cart. He'd at least been patient enough to let me
get him slick and finger him first.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Grant whispered.

I slowly began thrusting as I gripped his hips. Grant's reaction still
seemed odd. As far as I knew, I hadn't used any compulsion, but he'd been
almost demanding about getting fucked. I wasn't trying to make him "gay"
or convince him he loved sucking dick or taking it up the ass. He was
convenient and good looking. But I did at least want his first time to
feel good, even if it was in a linen closet.

"UGH! YES! Faster." Grant wasn't nearly as quiet as before as he began
slamming himself back onto my cock as if he desperately needed it deeper.
"You're so fucking huge and so deep."

"Don't push back so hard, I don't want to hurt you."

"Feels fucking awesome. Not gonna hurt me. FUCK MY ASS!"

"Shh. You want people to hear us? We gotta keep it down," I whispered.

"Your dick feels so fuckin' good. Should've done this ages ago. Harder!"

I kept up fucking as I leaned over to grab a facecloth from the shelf. It
was just out of reach, and I had to lift one leg and prop it against the
other shelves so I could grab it. I rolled it and shoved it in Grant's
mouth. "You gotta keep it down," I said as I shoved it in his mouth.

Grant nodded, and I could still hear him moaning but at least he wasn't
shouting for the world to hear. He squeezed his ass, and I realized if he
did it again he'd make me cum and I hadn't even fed yet.

I began to drink in his lust as I wrapped my arms around him, lifting him
up a little. I ran a hand inside his shirt and quickly found a nipple -
hard as a rock - and teased it. My other hand went in search of his cock.
It was so slick, you'd have thought I'd doused him in lube. I stroked as
I fed on his lust and gave him his first man on man fuck.

I didn't try to direct the lust, just let it flow back into him. His
muscled body felt good in my arms, and his ass was freakin' awesome. I
couldn't hold out long, and I felt him tense up. His cock got harder and
thicker, and his ass clamped down like a vice-grip as he orgasmed. His
cum shot up in the air hitting him in the face and chest and pouring over
my hand. I let myself go and filled his gut with my seed. It was a
powerful orgasm, and I knew I'd dumped a huge load deep in his bowels. I
held him for a moment before pulling out.

I'd no sooner stepped back when he turned and dropped to his knees,
taking me in his mouth while I was trying to grab a hand towel. He licked
me clean while I used the towel to wipe up his release.

"That was the fucking best orgasm I've ever had. Fucking amaz-"

KNOCK, KNOCK. The door handle twisted, but I'd locked it. "Someone in
there? Hello?"

Shit. "Just a second." I quickly pulled up my pants while Grant did the
same. We did a quick check of each other. "Looks good," I whispered and
opened the door.

"Oh, my God. I am so, so sorry. I had... I mean... I didn't know,"
Calvin, the new assistant chef sputtered.

"Nah, it's fine," Grant said.

"Yeah, nothing going on. You didn't interrupt anything," I said.

Grant went to slip by Calvin, and he extended a hand to Grant's chest
stopping him while he reached out and took the used hand towel still in
my grip. I watched in horror as he carefully folded the towel and wiped
up a stream of cum dripping down Grant's face.

"Now you're good," Calvin said tossing the dirty towel in the laundry
bin.

"Um, thanks," Grant said before scooting out the door.

I could feel the heat rushing to my face.

"What a lucky shit," Calvin muttered.

"Pardon?" I said turning to hide my face and make sure I hadn't left any
other evidence behind.

"Would you mind handing me a stack of bar towels? Martha asked me to
restock. They're just above the black tablecloths."

I grabbed a stack and handed them to him. "I'm really sorry, Calvin. I
didn't mean to put you in an awkward spot."

"Don't sweat it. At least someone is getting his needs met," Calvin said
giving a head nod toward the door.

Crap. I felt like a total wanker. Worse was that anything I could say to
explain it would just make it sound worse. Like everyone knows, or I just
have to do this now and again. He must have seen the struggle on my face.

"Seriously, don't sweat it. I won't tell," Calvin said turning toward the
door.

"Calvin, I can explain..."

"Hey, Jon. You've got a visitor at the desk," Kristen said, stepping into
sight.

Fuck! I did another check of my suit and pulled the door closed behind
me. Who could be here to see me? I wondered and then when I stepped into
the lobby my day just got more complicated.

"Jon! So good to see you!" Bacchus strode across the lobby and pulled me
into his arms. I heard Kristen gasp behind me when Bacchus proceeded to
kiss me full on the lips.

"Lord Bacchus." My response came out a little breathy. As usual, my body
had gone into full preparedness for the man. The kiss might have made it
a little worse.

"Handsome, as always. I saw Grant on my way in. I assume that sweet scent
and his limp is due to you?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah."

"Good boy. At least one of you listened to my advice. I don't want you
feeling bad about feeding at work. It's what I expect, and I'd be much
more upset if you didn't. He's a looker too, good taste, Jon."

"Thank you, sir."

"And who was the scared little rabbit that scampered by like someone lit
his tail on fire?"

"That was Calvin Banks, he's the new assistant chef Martha just hired."

Bacchus licked along my ear, still holding me against his chest. "Bet
he'd be tasty. Even I could smell his lust. What did you do to him?"

"He sorta caught me and Grant in the linen closet," I whispered as I
looked around to make sure no one heard.

"Ah. Bet he wanted to be in Grant's place." Bacchus stepped back,
brushing the front of my suit and flipping up a few strands of hair that
must have gone out of place.

"He seems like a nice guy. Not the hookup type if you know what I mean."

"For you, my love, everyone is a hookup type. Besides maybe right now, he
needs a friend with benefits more than just a friend."

Bacchus had stepped back and then approached the check-in desk. I went
around to the other side of the counter with Kristen. She gave me a
disbelieving look but didn't say anything.

"Is there something we can do for you, Lord Bacchus?" Kristen asked.

"Oh, princess. There is. Tell me... any of these fancy doctors strike
your fancy? Any of them stand out? Any of them take a particular interest
in Jon?"

I could feel Bacchus's magic like a tickle on my skin and wondered what
he'd done. It didn't feel like compulsion but no question, he'd done
something to Kristen.

"All of them? But there were a couple who stood out," Kristen said.

"Why's that?" Bacchus leaned forward giving Kristen his full attention. I
wondered how she managed not to swoon.

"I guess because even though their eyes were glued to Jon, they were
still polite and didn't act like I wasn't here. One of them even left him
an envelope and said to tell Jon thank you, just in case he didn't catch
up with him."

"Interesting. And, Jon. What was in the envelope?" Bacchus asked.

"No clue. First I've heard of it," I said looking at Kristen. She seemed
to be completely lost in Bacchus's gaze.

"Write down their names for me, would you, princess? And give Jon his
envelope."

Kristen did as he asked and as I ripped open the envelope I couldn't help
but let out a surprised gasp. I held up the hundred dollar bill. There
was a note on room stationery wrapped around it. I read it out loud.
"Thanks for the recommendation. Best massage of my life, - Brooks
Tanner."

"Kristen, be a dear and point him out to me if you see him. The session
should be breaking up soon, so I expect many of the attendees will be
lingering in the lobby."

I held out the bill to Bacchus. "I shouldn't take this, sir. All I did
was book him an appointment."

"Ha ha, yeah and set him up with Bjorn along with some helpful notes.
Yeah, I saw it. Keep the tip, you earned it. It's part of the job."

"I wrote down the names of the other doctors as well, Lord Bacchus,"
Kristen said. "Can I do anything else for you?" It was a little creepy to
see the desperation in her eyes.

"No, that's perfect."

"Sir, if I can ask, why do you want to know about the doctors?"

"Oh, Jon, please. My lovers do not call me 'sir.' I need the names
because I plan on recruiting a few to move here. Dr. Ferrari would like
to cut back his hours, and with the growth we're seeing it would be good
to have more than one doctor in town."

I heard Kristen squeak at Bacchus's revelation. She must have realized
because she almost immediately asked a question. "Can't they just go to
the big clinic over in Portersville?"

"Perhaps someday, but for now, we need our own doctors who understand our
ways. Portersville is a bit backward."

"They're coming out now, do you want me to point them out?" Kristen asked
walking out to the front of the desk.

"Thank you; that would be perfect."

"Oh, Bacchus. Just be careful of Dr. Tanner's wife. She's... difficult."
I said before he and Kristen turned to join the crowds now forming for a
break in the lobby.

Kristen returned a while later, giving me a look that was none too
pleased.

"Everything go okay?" I asked.

"I was able to point out all of them. As soon as I had, he thanked me and
said I was done."

Obviously, that hadn't gone over well, as far as Kristen was concerned.
"And?" I asked, sure there was more since she was still glaring.

"You know, I was worried you'd be fucking the boss. Meaning Rakesh. It
never occurred to me that you'd be so freakin' ballsy as to seduce
'him.'"

"I didn't 'seduce' Bacchus, and I'm not sure I understand why it bothers
you so much anyway. It isn't interfering with my work."

"UGHHH! Do you have any idea how hard it is to stand next to you and
watch guest after guest, trip over themselves trying to get in your
pants? I don't even exist. Just bat your eyes, and they're ready to
spread their legs for you. I could stand here naked, and they wouldn't
even notice!" Kristen screamed before storming off to the back office.

When Kristen finally came back, she seemed to be pretending that nothing
happened. I'd just finished working with the kitchen staff to make sure
the coffee and snacks were set up for the next break. The noise and
commotion of the attendees filling the lobby was a stark contrast from
the silence of a few moments before when all that you heard was the soft
classical music.

"You've got to be kidding me. Another one?" Kristen said.

I looked up from the floor where I was trying to unjam the printer that
was underneath the counter. "What?"

Kristen didn't answer, just shook her head and gave me another scowl.

Fine. I thought standing up and following the direction of her gaze.
Oh...

"You didn't say you had a brother."

"I don't. That's my dad." Dad and Emma must have just walked in. I saw
Emma whisper something to Dad before heading off toward the restrooms.

"That's the 'dad' Rakesh and everyone keeps going on about?" Kristen
whispered at me like she just couldn't accept it.

"Hey, Jon."

"Hi, Dad. What brings you and Emma to the Resort?"

"Dean took Ethan out for some 'guy time' so I got us reservations for the
three o'clock High Tea."

"Oh, by the way, Dad, this is Kristen, my supervisor."

I watched as her eyes went wide and she absently held out her hand. I
could feel the lust pouring off of her.

"It's a pleasure, David Martinez." Dad shook her hand politely.

"Nice to meet you, sir. I've heard a lot about you."

"All lies, I promise." Dad gave Kristen one of his killer smiles before
turning back to me. "Jon, I'm taking everyone out to dinner tonight. Will
Jake be joining us?"

"No, he's going out with Kennedy."

"Everything okay?"

"Between us, yeah. Kennedy's just freaking out a little. I guess meeting
me hurt more than helped."

Dad gave me a knowing smile and nodded. "Well if anything changes, I'm
sure I can call back and change the number. We're doing eight o'clock at
the Grapevine."

"Ready," Emma said coming up to stand beside Dad.

"A pleasure, Kristen. See you later, Jon." Dad took Emma's hand and left.

"That's really your dad..." Kristen whispered.

I'm not sure why she was whispering, he was out of sight already. "Yeah.
Thought I already said that." Not sure what she would have said next
because Bacchus was walking back up to the counter. I was more than a
little curious because Tiffany Tanner was following him like a puppy.

"Jon, can I have a pen and stationery? I just saw your Dad, and I need to
write him a note. There's something I need him to take care of for me
before he leaves."

I handed Bacchus the pen and paper and pulled an envelope out of the
cabinet for him. I didn't see what he wrote, but it was at least a couple
of sentences. He sealed it and handed it to me.

"Give this to him before either of you leave today."

"Um... Sure." I watched as Bacchus and Tiffany stepped onto the elevator.
Bacchus was behind, and his hands slid around her, grabbing and squeezing
her breasts as the doors closed. I'm sure the show was for me, given the
wink he gave me. That just left me wondering what he was up to.

Kristen didn't say anything else, and the rest of my shift was pretty
quiet. We didn't have many people checking in or out, so most of my time
was spent doing maintenance stuff. I had a list of tasks that I was
supposed to take care of before I ended my shift.

"It's your day for visitors," Kristen said interrupting my count.

"Huh?" I stood up to looked and was surprised to see Ashley. "Well, hey!"

"Hey yourself. Can I talk to you for a minute when you're done? I'm going
to get a coffee in the cafe."

"There's free coffee in the alcove. We have it set up for the
conference." I pointed, so she knew where to look.

"Thanks, handsome." Ashley turned and walked away, glancing over her
shoulder to give me a big smile.

Geez, she was pretty. It still didn't seem real that she was my
girlfriend, and even weirder that Jake was my boyfriend and Ashley was
okay with it.

"Okay, Kristen. Everything's set. Anything else you need from me today?"

"No, and I'm sorry for earlier." Kristen didn't make eye contact or even
look my direction, but I still appreciated the effort.

"Thanks. See you tomorrow."

"Nope. I'm off tomorrow. You'll have to torture someone else," Kristen
said with the first real smile I'd seen in hours.

I ducked into the back to change. I'd quickly figured out it was easier
to keep my suits stored at the Resort and just change before and after
work. I tucked Bacchus's letter in my back pocket.

When I got to the lobby, I found Ashley deep in conversation with Emma
and Dad was looking out the window. Ashley and Emma seemed to be pretty
into it, and I noticed there were tears involved.

"What's going on?" I asked Dad as I stepped up beside him.

"I believe Emma is telling Ashley what happened," Dad answered quietly.

"Oh. Before I forget, Bacchus asked me to give this to you." I handed him
the envelope.

I looked back to check on the girls and saw Ashley hugging Emma. I could
hear the sobs. I waited as Dad read the note and glanced up to see if
there was a reaction. His face didn't show much, but I heard him sigh.

"Would you mind driving Emma home?" Dad asked.

"Glad to. What's up?"

"Bacchus seems to think I haven't fed enough today and he wants me to do
him a favor."

"Favor? You mean he's given you a 'target.'"

"Yeah. I'll still be home in time to get changed and keep our dinner
plans. You want to invite Ashley?"

"Sure, I'll ask, and then you can get started on your mission." It felt
good getting him to smile. We were both still adjusting, but I thought in
some ways he fought it more than I did.


*   Scene 3   *
Introducing Trent Miller

"How was the session?" I asked hoping to get Marc to open up a little.
Not that I knew anything about pain management for drug-free delivery,
but I could fake it.

"Informative. Or it at least validated what I already knew." Marc was
clearly focused on something other than me. He was flipping through his
phone and tapping out messages to someone.

"So, are you looking forward to the big dinner? The food's been really
good so far."

"You can go. I'm going to get room service and try and get some consults
done. I want to check in on Li Jing. She's covering for me, but we don't
always agree. I'll feel better if we talk."

"Sure. Maybe later I could help you relieve some of your stress. You
haven't stopped." I ran my hand up his thigh to make sure he got the
point.

Marc looked up and pushed my hand away. "Maybe another night. I'm hoping
to get a good night's sleep. You are too good to me, Trent." He reached
out and caressed my cheek giving me an actual smile. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too."

"Why don't you see if you can find a hot guy and hook up? I'm not being
any fun, and you deserve some attention."

"The only attention I want is yours, Marc. You know that."

Marc leaned forward and kissed me. "I know, but my mind is too focused on
other stuff right now. You need sex, and you shouldn't wait for me. We'll
make up for it when we get back to the city."

"But I only want you." I knew I shouldn't feel hurt or even be surprised.
This wasn't new. Even though I understood why and that it was somewhat
out of his control, I didn't have to like it. He was damaged, but he was
mine, and I wanted all of him.

"That's not practical, baby. You're so hot, you won't have any trouble
finding a guy to bend over for you. Lots of people here, I'm sure you'll
be getting off in no time. I want you to, really."

Yeah, I knew he did. That's what made it worse, he really saw nothing
wrong with me picking a random stranger for sex. It hurt that he didn't
really care who I fucked as long as I wasn't bothering him to fill my
needs. He'd tell me when he needed my dick, and until then, I was
supposed to just make do. I wanted to kill the bastard that had done this
to him, but it was too late. His molester had already been shanked by his
fellow inmates. Now, I was carefully navigating the minefield of what
he'd left behind.

Marc's watch buzzed. "Time for the next session. I'm really interested in
this one. Love you, baby. Have fun, and I'll see you later." Marc kissed
me and left.

I looked around and noticed a hunk watching me. He was chatting up some
bottle-blond bimbo, but I saw how his eyes kept darting over to me. He
was hot and maybe if a guy like that wanted me I wouldn't object so much
to Marc's suggestion. But I was a realist, and there was no way, the big
muscled stud was interested in me. I needed to go for a walk.

Not sure how long I strolled along the lake and resort grounds but it
didn't help. On the other hand, I did decide I liked being back in a
smaller community. I liked nature and missed it since moving into the
city. Maybe if Marc and I lived someplace like this, got married, started
a family... maybe then he'd really let me in. Probably not. It was a
stupid dream, and I was still feeling "off." I decided to go for plan "B"
involving alcohol.

I stepped into the resort bar and snickered. It was due for a refresh, it
was out of date enough to almost be retro. All dark wood paneling, brass,
and stained glass. On the plus side, it felt very cozy. This early in the
evening or I guess technically it was afternoon, I had no trouble getting
a seat at the massive bar. The bartender arrived, towel in hand.

"What can I get you?" she asked.

"An Old Cuban, please."

"Coming right up." She turned and moved on to another couple seated
farther down the bar.

I put my face in my hands and wondered again what I was doing wrong. I
had no doubts that Marc was the man for me. I loved him so much it hurt,
and I was pretty sure he loved me back. I'd tried everything his
therapist suggested, but nothing seemed to light his fire. It was just a
kick in the gut to be constantly reminded that I couldn't turn him on or
get him interested in sex. That was on top of the reality that I came
after his patients.

"That bad, huh?" a deep voice asked. "Is this seat open?"

"Sure." I didn't even turn to look. I didn't want to see anyone or talk
to anyone. I preferred to wallow in my misery alone. Unfortunately,
something... a smell, a feeling, I wasn't sure what was seeping into my
brain. I turned to look at the man seated next to me. Holy fuck. That's
not a man, that's a... shit... model, porn star...

"I'm a good listener if you need to talk." His voice was like velvet, and
then he turned those dark eyes on me, and I forgot my name.

At some point after a long pause, my brain started to function again. "I
think that's the bartender's job. She'll get testy and make crap drinks
if she thinks you're taking her tips."

"Becka? Pfft. She's about the least empathetic person I know. She's more
apt to smack you and tell you to pull up your big boy pants. Nah, I
wouldn't go there."

"So you're not here for the conference?" I guessed figuring if he knew
the bartender he'd been here before.

"Don't tell anyone, but I'm a local," he whispered leaning in closer. "By
the way, I didn't introduce myself, I'm David. David Martinez."

Fuck, he smelled good. "Trent Miller. I figured you had to be local since
you knew 'Becka.'"

"How about you?" David asked.

"Not a doctor, but my partner is. I thought I'd be here to have some fun
with him between sessions. But unfortunately, he's filling every spare
minute with work."

"My wife used to accuse me of the same. I'm a recovering workaholic."

Damn, that smile is killer. Well, guess I don't need to worry about
embarrassing myself trying to impress him since the guy is straight. What
a fucking crime against nature. A man that beautiful and he's not into
guys. Well, I can think all the perverted thoughts I want, and he'll
never know.

"How long have you and your husband been married?"

"Oh, we're not married, but we've been together for almost five years.
We've talked about it but there just hasn't been time with school,
residency, and now Marc's trying to prove he's the best pediatrician in
the city."

"Ah... so lots of time alone, frustration, and a continual case of blue
balls, on top of feeling unappreciated," he said.

"So you're a mind reader too?" I teased, feeling a little awkward that he
was so spot on.

He put his hand on my shoulder, it was so warm I could feel it through my
shirt. It sent little tingles straight to my dick as he leaned in and
whispered close enough I could feel his breath on my ear.

"It's a secret. But yeah, I can read minds."

"Yeah, I call bullshit. If you could read minds, I'd be knocked out on
the floor with a shiner."

He sat back and laughed, a deep rich sound that made me smile. "Such a
skeptic."

"Yeah, that's me. Tell me, do you live at the gym?" The guy had to be one
of the most buff, ripped dudes I'd ever met. Combined with his dark and
handsome good looks, he was stunning.

"No, but I did for almost a year after my wife was killed."

"Shit, man. I'm sorry." That sucks, and I'd noticed he said "killed" not
died.

"Yeah, sometimes life kicks you in the balls. We got caught in the
crossfire of a robbery. Both shot, but she died at the scene. I survived
by throwing myself into my workouts."

"Maybe my life isn't so bad, yeesh."

"That's enough about me. We were talking about you and what's going on in
your head. You need to take care of your needs," David said.

"You been talking to Marc?" I said as I finished my drink.

"No, why?"

"Shit. You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I grabbed the bar menu to
look for another drink. Maybe I'd try something new.

"Hey, Becka. Bring my new friend Trent, a Mount Olympus," David called to
the bartender.

"You sure?" Becka asked.

"Most definitely. He's ready for it." David turned back to me with
another of his drop-dead smiles. "Trust me, it's life changing."

"How'd you know I wanted another drink?"

"I told you, I read minds."

"Nope, no shiner yet."

"So what wouldn't I believe?"

"Thought you read minds," I said giving my best smirk.

"I do, but you weren't thinking 'what' just that it was something he said
that hurt. Thanks, Becka." David sat back as Becka placed the drink in
front of me.

I gave him the side eye as I picked up the gaudy gold goblet. It was
embellished with cloisonne designs of nymphs and fauns feeding each other
grapes. I was feeling a little nervous that again he had guessed so well.

I took a sip and gasped and choked a little. It was a lot stronger than I
expected and burned all the way down my throat. Surprisingly, it also
tasted amazing. "What the hell is in this?"

"Alcohol. You're in a bar or did you forget? Quit stalling, what did your
man say?"

"Well, sorry for getting my gay on your pristine, straight self, but he
told me to find a hot guy and hook up to relieve my sexual needs."

"Whoa, that's savage."

"Yeah," I muttered taking a more careful sip this time. "Not the first
time, won't be the last. I had to fall for a guy with issues, and no
libido." I expected David to make a quick exit now that I'd laid out my
man-loving self for him to see.

"His loss. You're a hot guy. So, he's not afraid one of these hookups
isn't going to introduce you to someone better?"

"That wouldn't be 'logical.' He knows I love him." I took another drink
hoping it would soon dull the pain. I was fairly hopeful since I was
already starting to feel a bit of a buzz.

"So if I dragged you up to your room and we had wild, passionate sex,
he'd be okay with it?" David asked as his finger rubbed across my hand.

At least I hadn't just taken a sip that I could choke on. I turned and
looked at him in disbelief. "That's fucking cruel. You of any guy, should
not tease like that. You could have given me a heart attack, and as
miserable as I am, I'm not ready to check out just yet."

"What do you mean, me of any guy?"

"No man as good looking as you should give a gay guy false hopes. There's
your diversity moment for the day."

"I wasn't teasing. Yes, I was married, but that doesn't automatically
mean I'm straight. I'd very much like to be your hookup."

I took another drink to give my brain time to catch up. He was actually
serious. This super hot guy wanted to get it on with me? Shit, I bet that
means he's expecting me to bottom. Crap. Do I want him bad enough? I took
another drink. I'd tried it a few times before I met Marc and it was
always painful and unfulfilling. But this guy...this is like a chance of
a lifetime.

David leaned in, and his lips brushed my ear. "Assumptions can be
dangerous, Trent. Why don't we just get naked and see what happens?"

"Oh," I squeaked as my body seemed to go into immediate horny, fuck mode.
Maybe I'd prep, just in case. And how the hell did he know what to say? I
was starting to wonder if the guy really could read my mind. I tipped the
goblet and realized I'd finished the kick-ass cocktail.

"Hey, Becka. Put all this on my tab, would ya?" David said standing up
and putting a tip on the bar.

"Sure thing, David. Have fun." Becka gave a royal wave as David took my
arm when I tried to stand.

The world tipped a little, and David pulled me into him to steady me.
Fuck, was he strong and his body was all muscle. I don't know what came
over me, I leaned my head against his chest and took a deep breath. He
smelled so good. I felt his finger under my chin lifting my head so I'd
look at him. He was several inches taller than me.

"Ready?"

"Yeah." I sighed, and then he kissed me with more heat and passion than
I'd gotten out of Marc the entire time I'd known him. I was pretty sure
I'd regret this later and feel guilty for the rest of my life, but at the
moment I was all in. I wanted to be with someone who wanted me.

I stood at the door fumbling with my key as David wrapped himself around
me, kissing at my neck and ears, his hand exploring my body. "If you
don't stop, I'll never get the key in."

"Let me help you." David nibbled up my neck and took my hand guiding it
with the key until it slid in and clicked. He pushed me into the room,
and I turned to watch him close the door behind us.

"Get undressed, Trent. I want to see your gorgeous body." David strode
forward backing me up until the back of my knees hit the footboard of the
king-sized bed.

I slowly began undressing. It was a head rush having a guy like this want
to see me naked. Telling me that I was attractive, and the look in his
eyes said that and more. I'd never felt this sexy or desirable in my
life. Maybe the lack of interest from Marc wasn't all me.

"I've never seen a blond with so much fur." David's velvet voice dripped
with sexual tension. I could almost feel him fighting to hold back from
touching me while I undressed.

"It goes with the thick hair. I used to be blonder. Now it comes in
darker until the sun hits it. My beard and body hair bleaches out too."
Shit, I'm rambling. I absently ran a hand through my hair to make the
point. It was short on the back and sides and was a dark blond, almost
brown - but on top where it was longer, it was bright blond. At the
moment my beard was more like long stubble.

"Don't be nervous, Trent." David cupped my cheek and kissed me. "I think
you're sexy and I like the hair."

I was now completely naked, standing in front of a Mediterranean hunk,
hotter than my best wet dreams. His hand trailed down my chest, gently
touching and caressing until he got to my bush, then circled around the
root of my cock. He dropped to his knees and looked up at me.

"That's real nice," David said before taking my hard dick into his mouth
all the way until his nose was in my pubes.

"Oh, fuck." I'd never been deep throated before. I was an immediate fan.
Marc wasn't much into oral. He'd try it, but it was always apparent that
it wasn't good for him. David easily convinced me that he loved sucking
cock and mine in particular.

"You are a beautiful man, Trent. Never doubt that." David stood and
kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth with the same passion he'd
shown when sucking my dick.

"Aren't you going to get undressed?" I asked feeling a little light-
headed.

"May I use your restroom first? I'd like to freshen up first."

"Um, sure. I'll do that when you're done." I couldn't believe I'd just
said that. Was I really going to let him fuck me? I watched as he gave me
a smile just as he stepped into the bathroom. Yes, I was most definitely
going to let him do whatever he wanted and hopefully, that included
fucking me.

I slipped in after him and was surprised to see a douche kit setting out
on the counter. I quickly took care of things and returned to find David
naked and spread out on the bed on his stomach.

"Oh, god," I whispered. His ass was the most perfect booty I'd ever seen.
Well, in person. I'd seen some photos and videos of some pretty hot asses
in my day. But this one was real and right there in front of me. He
turned to look at me and then turned over.

"Oh, fuck." That's not even... it'll never fit no matter how much lube he
uses. I started feeling very self-conscious and altogether inadequate.
I'd never considered myself large, but I wasn't embarrassingly small
either. My seven-plus inches felt like a complete failure looking at the
thick horse cock laying across his ripped abs.

"You're perfect, Trent, just the way you are. I think you're handsome and
very sexy."

That velvet voice of his slid along my skin and filled me with a warmth
and confidence I didn't understand. I was reconsidering letting him fuck
me though. I wasn't sure I'd ever walk again if I took that thing up my
ass.

"RELAX. ENJOY, YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE MY COCK," David said holding out his
hand to me. I crawled onto the bed and lay on top of him, feeling his
arms wrap around me as we kissed.

I looked down at him and couldn't believe my luck. Me, Trent Austin
Miller making out with this guy. I kissed down his chest, his body hair
was soft and silky as I licked around his swollen nipple. I licked at it
and enjoyed the firm flesh in my mouth. I continued to kiss down his
treasure trail. His bush had to have been manscaped, no one looked that
good without some help. I swallowed as I felt the hard shaft of his dick
against my face.

"Don't worry about what you can and can't do. Just enjoy. I like being
touched." David's sexy voice interrupted my worrying and reminded me that
this was an opportunity.

I licked up his shaft and took the head into my mouth. Fuck, was he big.
I felt my jaw stretch wide, just to get the first bits of him inside. I
closed my eyes for a moment so I could focus and the taste... oh, God,
how he tasted. I started to suck to get more. I licked around the head as
I stroked the shaft and worshipped him. I'd sucked a few guys off in my
day but never had I tried one even close to this big. And none of the men
I'd been with had ever stirred up this desperate need.

"That's so good, Trent. You're very skilled at sucking cock."

My gut filled with pride that I could make him feel good. The longer I
worked on his cock, the more I enjoyed it and the more I wanted. I'd
managed to get several inches into my mouth and could feel it pressing
against the opening to my throat. I couldn't remember a time I'd so
enjoyed sucking another man's dick.

I was so into it and reveling so much in the taste of his pre-cum I
didn't even realize that I'd managed to get the entire beast into my
mouth and throat until David said something. Even then, I didn't want to
be distracted. I needed more.

"I told you that you'd enjoy it. Look at you taking every inch of my cock
down your throat. You're a natural, Trent. Any man would be lucky to get
you in his bed."

"Mmm." I moaned around the thick horsemeat sliding down my throat -
amazed that it felt and tasted so fucking good. No pain. Not even
uncomfortable. I loved it.

"Come up and kiss me, Trent. You suck me any longer and I'll cum."

I tried to smile around his dick but found it wasn't physically possible.
I wanted him to cum, I wanted him to shoot his load into my mouth and
gut. I wanted to suck every last drop out of him.

"KISS ME." David whispered again, and I found myself kissing up his body
until his mouth claimed mine.

"Now, I want you to make love to me," David said when he broke the kiss.
He rolled me off beside him as he drew up his legs.

I froze for a moment, questioning myself. Did I hear him wrong? Did I
misunderstand? He wanted me?

"Hand me the lube."

I looked at where he was pointing and saw a handful of packets on the bed
beside him. I handed a couple to him and watched in shock as he ripped
them open and fingered his own hole. Fuck, it was hot. That same silky
dark hair surrounded the tiny opening between his muscled globes.

"Ready."

"Wouldn't you rather be on your hands and knees?" I asked knowing that
was the only way Marc would let me take him.

"No. I want to see you and kiss you while you're inside me."

I felt light headed again. It was too much, too intimate. But I guess my
body was on board because I was in position, rubbing my cock head against
his tight opening.

"Shit! Wait. We need a condom," I objected.

"NO CONDOM. IT'S SAFE. I want to feel you cum inside me."

Duh, of course it's safe. Why would I want to wear a condom and have
anything between me and David's luscious ass? I pressed against his
opening and felt the brief resistance before he flowered open and sucked
me in.

"Fuck," I groaned feeling the slick tightness wrap around me. His ass was
even better than I imagined. He wrapped his legs around me, pulling me
all the way in until our bodies were pressed tightly against each other.
David wiggled a little as if trying to get me just a bit deeper and I
moaned at the sensation of his inner walls stroking me.

"Perfect fit. You have a beautiful cock, Trent, and it feels so good
inside me. Make love to me. I want to get lost in those beautiful blue
eyes as you fill me."

I looked down into his eyes, so dark they looked completely black. I felt
a tear slide down my cheek as it hit me, he meant every word. There was
something in his eyes that I'd never seen in a lover before. He wanted
"me," not just a quick fuck. He was here, with me, totally focused as if
he were memorizing everything about me.

I kissed him as I slowly thrust in and out. His hands were all over me,
his legs wrapped still wrapped around me. It was heaven, and I knew that
I'd be done soon. His tunnel stroked and squeezed me, his heels digging
into my ass pushing me deeper and harder. I was just about at the peak
when David somehow managed to flip us over so he was on top.

I looked up at him and just took in the beauty of his body. He gave me a
smile and slowly lifted himself before sliding back down again.

"Ohhhh," I whimpered.

"Tell me, Trent. Do you think I'm less of a man because your cock is
inside me?" David lifted and drew my attention to where my manhood was
embedded into his body. He'd lifted his balls to make sure I got a good
view.

"No..."

"Do you think I'm weak or feminine because I like the feeling of a man in
my ass? You know, a man's cock hits all the pleasure spots better than
anything else. Warm, flexible and connected to a living, breathing
person. Don't be fooled, Trent. Right now, I'm the one in control, not
you. My body is giving you pleasure, I can make you scream in ecstasy or
stop and leave you frustrated and wanting. Do you really think you're
dominating me?"

"No," I whispered, but I knew then I'd say whatever he wanted me to just
so he'd keep moving. Guess that proved his point. And no one would ever
describe the man riding me as feminine or weak unless it was to convince
themselves.

"Cum for me, Trent. Breed my ass." David started moving faster, squeezing
on each upstroke, milking me.

I was done within seconds. My cock erupted deep inside his ass, filling
him with my spend. The world spun, and I gasped for breath with the
intensity of the orgasm rocking my body. I no sooner came down from my
post-orgasm high than David pulled off and was licking me clean.

I was sensitive enough that it bordered on painful. He laved my balls
then lifted my legs, and for the first time in my life, I felt a tongue
on my hole.

"OH, GOD!" I cried out.

David buried his face in my ass, and his tongue did things I didn't even
know were possible. I moaned, groaned, and whimpered. My brain stopped
functioning as my whole world became my man-hole and the pleasure David
was bringing.

It wasn't long before I felt his fingers glide into me, rubbing and
teasing my p-spot. I groaned and bucked, pushing back against his hand.
No one had ever done this for me, and I was sold.

"Please, David. Fuck me. I need it." I surprised even myself when the
words came out. I never thought I'd be begging to be fucked, but now it
was all I could think about. He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my
hips. His monster dick teasing me by rubbing up and down my crack.

Then I felt the pressure, his soft cock head pushing against my opening.
I braced for the pain as I felt it push past the first ring. Shocked that
rather than pain, I got a little bit of burn and an overwhelming need for
more. I pushed back as he slid in deeper. I started fucking myself on his
cock. I felt so full, and his meat was rubbing all of the right places
inside my ass. If it had been like this before...

"That's the way, Trent. Almost there. Just a couple of more inches. See,
I told you it could be good."

"Yes!" I groaned as I felt his loins press against my ass. That horse
cock was all the way inside of me. I didn't think it was possible. He
began moving, and I couldn't help the satisfied slutty sounds coming out
of my mouth. I loved it! I lost track of time as David took me and showed
me how amazing it could feel to give myself to another man.

"What?" I cried when he pulled out. "No, please, don't stop."

"Just changing positions. Remember? We're making love." David flipped me
onto my back and lifted my legs, before sliding inside me again. I
wrapped myself around him as he buried all of that thick meat in my core.

"Mmm. Much better."

"So beautiful, Trent. You have an amazing body. YOU FEEL NO GUILT FOR
HAVING YOUR NEEDS MET, YOU HAVE NO REMORSE. YOU LOVE SUCKING MEN'S COCKS,
AND YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVE BEING FUCKED. IT ISN"T CHEATING WHEN YOUR MATE
SAYS IT'S OKAY," David whispered in my ear as he fucked me.

"Feels so good..." He was right, I loved being fucked.

"Your ass is so good, I can't hold back," David said before capturing my
mouth, his tongue diving in like he was going to crawl down my throat.

I felt David's body tense, his cock felt even harder and bigger inside,
and then I swear I could feel him release inside my body. Heat and
pressure filling my gut as he slammed into me over and over - never once
releasing the kiss. My orgasm seemed to come with no warning. I cried out
as my cock started spurting between us. I wrapped my legs tighter about
his ass making sure he stayed inside me as I rode the wave.

As I came down, I swear I could have melted into the bed. David gave
another gentle kiss before he pulled out leaving me feeling very empty.
He rolled onto his back and pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms
around me.

"You're actually going to snuggle me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Of course. I love snuggling."

Huh. I'd never had that with a hook-up, but snuggling was one of the few
things Marc liked.

"I have a proposal for you, Trent."

"Does it include more sex?" I teased back.

"It does."

"You've got my attention." I ran my hands over his muscled chest, teasing
his nipples. Who knew if I'd ever be with a hunk like this again. I was
going to appreciate every second.

"We can help you get the life and relationship you want with Marc. There
are resources here who can help him heal and get rid of the demons that
haunt him."

I sat up in shock, pulling my knees against my chest and wrapping the
covers around me. Had I said something? Let something slip. Oh, God,
please tell me I hadn't betrayed Marc's trust.

"You didn't say anything," David said.

I turned and looked at him. Had he read my mind for real? Was it
possible? Then it struck me that it didn't really matter. "And what would
this help cost me?"

"You have to help us convince him to move his practice here. Make Bacchus
springs 'your' home."

"And what would I do? Don't think I'd have much luck finding a job in a
small town like this, even if Marc could make a go of it."

"You already have a job, whenever you're ready to claim it. The Resort
and Spa is going through a major expansion. They're doubling the
conference space, adding a wedding garden and chapel as well as another
full wing of rooms."

"Oh, and so you know what I do for a living?" Like that was even
possible.

"Event Planner. You arrange conferences like the one your partner's
attending, weddings, Corporate events."

I pulled back, actually feeling a little scared that he knew so much.

"YOU HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR. I told you I read minds, Trent. I wasn't
kidding. YOU'RE OKAY WITH THAT. There's more if you're ready to listen."

It was kinda odd that I wasn't more freaked out. Strangely, I was
absolutely fine with him reading my mind. "Sure, what else?"

"It will take time to heal Marc. He's not going to be a new, sex-starved
lover overnight. You have strong needs. I'll help make sure those are
met. I'll be in the city in a couple weeks and will make sure I set you
up with some 'safe' and acceptable lovers who can help until you move to
Bacchus Springs. Once you're here, you'll have no shortage of options."

"Why? Why do all of this for me and Marc?"

"You and Marc are a perfect fit for our community. We need a Pediatrician
and you, Trent are a very handsome man with skills we can use. I wasn't
kidding about that either. Agree and you could get your dream, a husband,
kids, house with a yard and picket fence, maybe even a dog."

I stared at him for a minute. It was my dream, and it would get us out of
that shit-hole of a closet we live in. "Deal."

David pulled me into another kiss, and I wrapped myself around him.
That's when I heard the click of the door and then a gasp.

"Trent?"

"Shit, shit, shit," I muttered realizing I'd lost track of time and Marc
had just walked in.

"RELAX. LET ME HANDLE THIS," David said as rolled me onto my back beside
him, and gave me another passionate kiss.

"Hey. You must be Marc. Sorry we lost track of time. I'm David."

I must have looked a sight as my eyes went wide and my mouth dropped
open. David just climbed out of bed and walked up to my partner like it
was the most normal thing in the world. Marc was in shock. Not that I
could blame him, finding me in bed with a guy like David.

"You look a little woozy, Marc. SIT DOWN. That's it, DEEP BREATHS. You
have a handsome man there and such an awesome fuck. You are a lucky guy."

"Are you even real?" Marc stuttered.

"Very. Go ahead, you can touch me. That amazing man of yours took every
inch. SUCK IT, Marc."

I felt torn watching Marc take David's massive cock into his mouth. Part
of me thought I should object, but he'd said to let him handle it. So, I
did.

"YOU LOVE SUCKING COCK, Marc. But the COCK YOU WANT AND NEED MOST IS
TRENT'S. YOU LOVE HIS CUM. YOU NEED HIS CUM LIKE YOU NEED AIR. IN YOUR
ASS AND IN YOUR MOUTH AS YOUR CONDITION ALLOWS."

David turned to look at me, Marc sill sucking him. "Over time, I'll
remove the conditions, but it might cause mental issues until he's fully
healed. This way he'll give you everything he can."

I felt a bit stunned. Was this actually happening?

"That's enough, Marc. Get naked and take care of your man. BE THE BEST
HUSBAND YOU CAN BE." David walked over and leaned down, caressing my face
as he kissed me. "I'll be in touch. Enjoy tonight, and you're welcome."
He reached down and grabbed my dick. Within seconds I was hard as a rock.
David gave me a smile, grabbed his clothes and dressed.

Marc was naked standing at the edge of the bed just looking at me. I was
still covered in jizz. David was fully dressed and leaned in to whisper
in Marc's ear. I couldn't hear, but I did see Marc nod a couple of times.
Then David waved and left.

"You, okay, baby?" I asked. "I'm really sorry for making that awkward. I
didn't realize what time it was."

"Holy shit, Trent. Where'd you find that guy?"

"The bar?" I wasn't sure where we were going with this.

"And after that beefcake, you still want me?"

"Of course, I love you. He was a hookup." I felt a little guilty as I
realized that wasn't totally true. David was much more than a hookup, and
I'd gladly give myself to him again - any time he wanted.

Marc crawled onto the bed, just looking at me, at my body and then he
began to kiss and lick. He licked up every bit of spilled seed then took
my cock into his mouth. I saw him look up at me as he was positioned
between my legs.

I wanted to cry. I even felt the first wet drips sliding down my cheeks.
I'd never seen that look in Marc's eyes before - the look I'd been
waiting for since our first date.


*   Scene 4   *
Ben Donaldson

"I'll miss you," I said tugging at the seatbelt.

"Not as much as I will. But it has to be this way. I'm sorry," Jackson
said squeezing my hand.

"Yeah, I understand. Good luck, Jackson." I leaned over the console and
gave him what was likely the last kiss. I unbuckled and climbed out of
the Mercedes. Once on the sidewalk, I looked back to watch him drive
away. I knew it was just a job, but I had really come to like Jackson.

I walked into Beans Brew and looked around. It was late enough the place
was empty, except for Carl, the owner.

"Hey, Carl."

"Ben, I didn't know you came through today," Carl said as he cleaned the
backbar.

"You were on dinner break. Stacy was working. It wasn't that long ago."

"Oh... um, you know it's been a while..." Carl didn't make eye contact as
he continued to clean.

"Yeah, guess it has," I admitted. We had a deal of sorts. I gave him
blowjobs, and he ignored me "appearing" and "disappearing" through his
men's room. I wasn't really in the mood to go down on him. He wasn't
nasty or anything, just "blah." After my morning and afternoon with Caleb
and the guys, Carl just didn't look too appetizing. I was probably also
out of sorts that Jackson and I just talked. I'd assumed for our last get
together there would be sex involved. I guess it was a sign of how
worried he was over the Feds, the divorce, and all the people looking
into his in-law's business.

I came around the bar, ready to bite the bullet so to speak when I got
inspired. It was late, no one was likely to be coming into the shop, and
even if they did, I didn't care. Carl had moved, so he was now facing the
front counter, wiping down the espresso machine. I walked up behind him
and wrapped my arms around him, pressing into his backside.

"What are you doing, Ben?" Carl asked in a broken voice.

"Taking care of you, Carl. Remember, part of the deal."

I slid my hands down and around his thighs. I cupped his crotch, feeling
his growing erection. I licked up the back of his neck and felt him
shudder, his cock growing even more.

"Not here, Ben. Let's go in the back. You can suck me there." Carl tried
to turn but was no match for me. I'm a jock, he's a skinny nerd.

"I have a new proposal for you, Carl," I whispered as I bit his ear. I
felt his whole body clench. Yeah, he was mine.

"What?" he asked pressing back into me.

"You've been so good to me, I'm going to up your payment. I'm going to
fuck you."

"No way! You know I'm not gay. The blowjobs are fine."

I laughed as I ground my dick into his ass, my hand still on his bulge
feeling it get harder by the second. "Carl..." I whispered. "We both know
you're gay and have been fantasizing about me fucking you. Admit it." It
was a total guess on my part, but when he whimpered, I knew I'd hit home.

"No," he rasped, but as he did so, his ass rubbed up and down against me.

I slid my hand up and unfastened his slacks, they were loose enough they
dropped to his knees. I slid his boxers down next.

"Someone will see!" Carl objected looking nervously at the front windows.

"We're behind the counter, and that machine is between us and the front.
No one will see." I grabbed his dick and stroked it as I used my other
hand to unfasten my jeans. I opened them enough to get my cock out and
slid it up and down against Carl's ass.

"You ever been fucked, Carl?"

"Noooo..." The poor man was a goner.

I grabbed the lube from my pocket and slid my slick fingers down his
crack. He had a skinny ass, but his hole was tight and hot. I pushed a
finger inside, and Carl gasped.

"Sorry, Carl. First time hurts a bit. But don't worry after I've fucked
you a few times, you'll love it."

"Please, Ben, I don't... AWW. GOD!"

I'd pushed three fingers in his virgin hole. I worked them around
spreading the lube and beating against his prostate. His cock was leaking
a steady stream of pre, which I used to slick him up as I stroked. I put
my cock to his hole and pushed.

"FUCK! FUCK! It hurts! Pull it out!" Carl cried as I slowly pushed in his
virgin man pussy.

"Don't fight it, Carl. Keep breathing and try to relax. It will help.
That's the way, deep breaths. You're so tight, Carl."

"Oh, God! It hurts so bad, Ben."

"Give it time, you'll get there." I was fully seated in his skinny ass
and began moving as I continued to stroke him. It took almost ten minutes
before his body finally gave in and really opened up for me. After
fifteen, Carl was moaning like a whore, shoving his ass back to fuck
himself.

"Fuck me!" Carl cried. "Yes. Wanted this for so long."

"I know you have. I'm going to breed your virgin ass, Carl. Fill you with
my seed." I felt his body tense up and his cock thickened in my hand.
Then it started squirting his cream all over the counter. His ass
shivered and tightened on my cock, bringing me over the edge. I fucked
harder making sure my load went as deep inside the nerd as I could get
it. I let his tight ass milk the last few drops as I pulled out.

Carl leaned forward on the counter, breathing heavily. "Fuck that was
even better than I dreamed."

"Glad you liked it, Carl. From now on, keep that ass clean for me. Oh,
and Carl."

"Yeah?"

"Get a butt plug and keep it in. That way it won't hurt so much when I
fuck you."

"Okay..."

"Later," I called as I opened the bathroom door and stepped back into
Bacchus's mansion.

>> END CHAPTER TWELVE <<


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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 - Assistant 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, bodybuilder. Moved to Bacchus Springs to
find a better home for his nephew.
* Carson, Tyrone - Student, nephew of Trevor.
* Castile, Marc - Pediatrician, partner of Trent
* Castle, Paula - Friend of Tabitha Ward.
* Cavanaugh, Josh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh
* Cavanaugh, Kennedy - College student, Son of Troy Cavanaugh. Betrothed
to Jake
* Cavanaugh, Troy - Servant of Bacchus, Mayor of Bacchus Springs, Married
to Bobbie, father of Josh
* Cokesbury, Edith - Secretary/Assistant for David Martinez at Bacchus
Industries. Long-term employee.
* Dara, Chetana - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, daughter of Rakesh,
Sister of Sinha
* Dara, Rakesh - A servant of Bacchus, Manager of the Bacchus Springs
Resort and Spa, father of Sinha and Chetana
* Dara, Sinha, - 'Sin'- A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, son of Rakesh,
Brother of Chetana
* Devon - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus
* Dion's - Formal restaurant at the Bacchus Springs Resort and Spa.
* Donaldson, Benjamin, 'Ben,' 'Benny' - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus.
College student, brother to Jake, parents are Brad and Catherine
* Donaldson, Brad - Owns the health club Mufflers, married to Catherine,
father of Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Catherine, 'Cathy' - A nurse, married to Brad, mother to
Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Jake - A servant of Bacchus, college student, brother to
Benjamin, parents are Brad and Catherine, soul mate to Jon Martinez
* Ferrari, Elmo, MD - The primary family doctor in Bacchus Springs. He
assists Bacchus with assessments of youth after they've completed
puberty.
* Freyer, Jackson - Real Estate mogul from Albany, having a fling with
Ben Donaldson. Had intended to buy Bart's Barn.
* Grapevine - Upscale restaurant at the Bacchus Springs Winery. Joanna
Campbell is the sponsor for the restaurant and winery and can often be
found there off-business hours.
* 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
* Miller, Trent Austin- Event Manager and partner to Marc Castile, a
Doctor, who attended the CE Conference at the Resort and Spa.
* 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
* Satyrs - Servants of Bacchus. Through an arrangement with Pan, Bacchus
has a version of the Faun's as servants. Similar to Pan's fauns but
without the goat's legs and tail and more human in appearance. They are
long-lived and have unusual powers of seduction. The satyrs are: Benny,
Blaze, Chetana (f), Devon, Elijah, Jinho, Juan Carlo, Julian, Matthew,
Sinha "Sin," and Victor.
* Simmons, Candy - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Warren with two
teenaged children
* Simmons, Warren - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Candy with two
teenaged children
* St. Anthony's - a hospital and insane asylum outside of Bacchus Springs
* Tanner, Brooks MD - doctor visiting Bacchus Springs for a Continuing
Education conference.
* Tanner, Tiffany - wife of Brooks Tanner.
* Ward, Caleb - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and younger brother
of Daniel.
* Ward, Daniel - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and older brother
of Caleb. Ward's Furniture Store.
* Ward, James - Manager of Ward's Furniture Store, son of Bartholomew,
owner of Ward's Furniture. Brother of Oscar, Phillip, and Ronald Ward.
Father of Daniel & Caleb. Wife is Tabitha.
* Ward, Tabitha - office manager of Ward's Furniture. Mother of Daniel
and Caleb and wife of James.



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