Date: Thu, 23 May 2019 13:43:03 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 14: Compulsion

This is a work of fiction and contains scenes of explicit gay sex. Any
resemblance to actual places, persons, or events is coincidental. If you
are not of the legal age to read adult stories, or are uncomfortable with
gay themes, please stop reading now and close this document.

Bacchus Springs, Chapter 14: Compulsion, Copyright 2019 Tripp Savidge.
All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form
without express permission of the author.


Bacchus Springs
Chapter 14: Compulsion
by Tripp Savidge

Trigger Warning: Scene 5 contains a brief heterosexual encounter
indicated by a preceding [W].

*   Scene 1   *
Jon Martinez

"Well? Come on in. It will just take me a minute," Ashley said stepping
into the front hall.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to be here? Your mom and dad won't be
upset or something?" I looked around at the immaculate Victorian house
and was more than a little nervous.

"Jeez, Jon, relax. I just have to grab my wallet. Can't believe I forgot
it." Ashley ran up the stairs, leaving me on my own.

"But your dad's the sheriff. He might arrest me or something!" I yelled
back.

Ashley stopped at the landing and turned around. "Why would he arrest
you? Don't be stupid, Jon. I'm allowed to bring guys home."

I decided I wasn't moving any farther into the house. Besides, it looked
like it would be way too easy to break something. Unlike our house,
Ashley's looked like it was taken out of the pages of 'Southern Living.'
Way more feminine with lots more floral prints, knick-knacks, and
breakable stuff. Dad and I had gone much more 'Architectural Digest.'

"Well, hey there, I knew I smelled something delicious," Blaze said
stepping in from what I guessed was the living room. I hadn't realized he
was there.

"Blaze." That was all I got out before he had me pressed up against the
door with his tongue in my mouth and his crotch grinding against mine. My
body knew this man intimately and acted accordingly - going from mildly
fearful to full-on aroused. I didn't even have to think about taking in
his lust, it was like breathing around Blaze.

"Fuck, you are so hot." Blaze only released my mouth for a moment before
we were kissing again, his raging hard-on pressed against my own, his
hands squeezing and groping my ass.

I continued to drink in his lust, pushing it back into him, making him
hotter and hotter for me. I'd decided long ago that there was nothing in
Blaze's wants or desires that needed to be changed. He was perfect just
as he was.

"Jeez, Blaze, can you get your hands and mouth OFF my boyfriend," Ashley
yelled as she came down the stairs.

Blaze pulled away, catching my bottom lips between his teeth. His eyes
were dark with the lust I'd pushed into him, and I really didn't want to
let him go. My body remembered all too well, how good we were together.

"I had him first," Blaze whispered, giving me another gentle kiss as his
hand found my erection trying to escape my jeans and squeezed. "Fuck. I
wish we could do something about this."

"Mm-hm." My response came out a little breathier than I'd intended.

"Guys! Really?" Ashley scolded. "You can at least pretend to be discreet
when I'm around."

"Sorry, Sis. Bacchus has a job for me tonight, and I really needed a
little motivation to get me through." Blaze turned around to face his
sister but in doing so pressed his backside against me, pinning me to the
door again. But this time it was his ass grinding against me.

"Motivation, huh?" Ashley crossed her arms and scowled.

"Yes. I gotta seduce some old corporate suit type. Bacchus is doing some
kind of deal and wants the guy softened up a little. Really not my type,
but if Jon gets me worked up enough, my blood will be running so hot,
I'll have no trouble giving that old fart the ride of his life."

"Oh, so you're all over my boyfriend so that he'll ramp up your seductive
powers and make it easier for you to do your job? Is that what you're
saying?"

"Sort of... More like a side benefit. I um, maybe can't keep my hand off
Jon?" Blaze sounded only a little contrite. Probably more in fear of his
sister's wrath.

"Lucky for you, I thought it was kinda hot. But back off and go do
whatever it is you need to do." Ashley's glare would have done Medusa
proud. Blaze gave a quick kiss to my cheek and then exited through the
door I'd been leaning on.

"Sorry," I said.

"No. It's okay. I know you and my brother have been lovers since before
we even met. He talks about you enough."

"Only since the initiation. He was with Dad before that, but not me. And
what do you mean, he talks about me?"

"He told us that he and Matthew were assigned to help you and your dad
adjust to your new powers. Blaze said it was without question the best
thing ever and that all the other satyrs were jealous and more than a
little pissed at them for getting the job. He may have mentioned a few
times that you and your dad are pretty amazing in bed."

"Oh, God. He said that in front of your dad?" Shit, I was so dead.

"Yeah, Mom too. Why are you so upset? Not like they don't know what goes
down with Bacchus and his satyrs. They're happy for him and they'd much
rather he be with you and your dad than total strangers. We can always
tell when he's been at your place."

"Great. Now she hates me too."

"You. Sit," Ashley said, pointing at the couch. "What are you talking
about? Mom doesn't hate you. She talked to me after our dinner the other
night before she went out of town. She thought you were charming, and as
she put it 'sexy as fuck.' Told me that she understood why I was so sure
you were the one for me."

I sat on the couch, elbows on my knees, holding my head. I heard what she
said but struggled with how it could be true. I was pretty much the worst
catch possible for a smart girl like Ashley. I felt her hand on my back
as she sat next to me.

"I'm telling you the truth, Jon. She wants you to come over for dinner
once she's back in town."

"And your dad?" I continued to stare at the floor. I've seen the way
Sheriff Campbell looked at me - like maybe he should just shoot me and
save everyone a lot of grief.
Ashley laughed and sat back, which made me sit up and look at her.

"I don't see what's funny."

"Mom and I talked about that too. She admitted it was complicated but
said Dad's biggest issue with you was that he found you too attractive.
Same with your dad. Seems your dad made quite an impression on him at his
initiation and it freaked Dad out a little. Mom said Dad's always had a
weakness for dark, attractive, muscular men. He's still not happy about
us being a couple, but not because of you. He wanted me to end up with an
ordinary human guy with no connection to Bacchus."

"But he's one of Bacchus's servants..."

"Yup, has been for centuries. He wanted me to have a normal life and not
get caught up in Bacchus's games, as he calls them. I think you're worth
it."


"I'm flattered, but it'll be a long haul if your parents don't like me,"
I objected.

Ashley had the nerve to laugh again. "Honey, my parents do like you. Mom
thinks you're dreamy and are going to be an amazing partner. Dad will
chill out once you guys have sex, and he realizes I'm okay with it. Blaze
sure isn't bothered."

"What! You expect me to have sex with your dad?" I was sure I'd heard her
wrong. And how could she be so casual about me having her brother as a
lover?

Ashley reached up and put her hand on my cheek. "Oh, sweetie, don't fight
it. You're a love god, and sex is your thing. Bacchus explained it all to
me before he agreed we could be together. I'm going into this with a full
understanding of how you work, mister."

"How I work?" I was starting to feel a little queasy.

"Yup. Of course I expect you'll do it with Dad. He's one of Bacchus's
servants too, and I am well aware of how much he's into men. You'll both
be much calmer once you do and realize there's nothing to get worked up
about. Did you ask your dad or Bacchus about my idea?"

"Um... yeah. They think it will work best if Eros takes care of it. And
no, we haven't asked him yet. Dad is the one who talked to Bacchus, and I
guess he thought it was a brilliant solution. He just warned that you
have to be careful when we're trying to have kids." Just the thought of
kids made me nauseous again.

"Of course. What about Kennedy?"

"Her too," I said. I stared at Ashley, somewhat overwhelmed by how she
handled things, especially me. I was blown away that she was not only
okay with me sleeping with her brother but thought it was fine for me to
have sex with her dad. Maybe my new abilities came with some insanity
thrown in for free.

"Quit frowning like that. You are way too handsome to mess up your pretty
face with a scowl. I keep telling you, Jon. I grew up here and have seen
some really crazy shit. Come on, Jon, my brother is a friggin' satyr and
seduces men for a living, and my Dad was once a gladiator and sex slave.
My mother goes to sex parties with her friends, and I've seen more than a
few strange bed partners at the breakfast table before I left for
school."

"I think my head's going to explode," I muttered.

"You'll be fine. You've got me. Come on, I'm hungry." Ashley stood and
held out her hand.

We locked up the house after she let me know her dad was working late, so
I guess I had been safe after all. The Campbell's only lived a couple
blocks from our house but I'd still driven since we were going to try out
a new ice cream place in Portersville after getting dinner at the diner.

It wasn't long at all before we were seated in our booth at Springs
Diner. It was as busy as always. We'd just ordered and got our drinks
when I saw the boy cleaning up the table next to us. He was cute, and
skinny enough, a strong wind would have blown him away. Part of the
reason I noticed him and was watching was that he kept sneaking glances
at me.

"I think you have an admirer," Ashley whispered, squeezing my hand.
"That's Carson, by the way."

I'm guessing Carson must have heard her whispers because he looked right
at me and blushed nervously.

"Busy night. I hope they give you breaks," I said with a nod to his full
bus bin.

"Oh, yeah. They're super to work for. I'm Carson."

"Jon Martinez and I'm guessing you already know Ashley?"

"Yeah, hey, Ashley."

"Didn't mean to bother you, sorry." He turned away.

"You didn't. Besides, I kinda like it when cute guys check me out."

Carson's eyes went wide, and if he was blushing before, he was beet red
now. "Oh," he squeaked, picked up his tub and went back into the kitchen.
I was thinking maybe to hide.

"What did you pick up?" Ashley asked.

"Huh? Oh... You really want to know?" Her dark eyes were very focused on
me, and I again thought how pretty she was. Most guys would be totally
over the moon for having a girlfriend as hot as Ashley.

"I do." Ashley squeezed my hand again.

It was nice, but I was missing Jake and wish he'd have been the one
holding my hand. But then again, Jake and I almost always sat on the same
side of the booth, not across from each other. That way we could touch
more.

"Well... he thought I was attractive, and I've got my mojo locked down
tight, so it has to be more that I'm his 'type.' His imagination was more
on touching and kissing than anything more serious. He's a virgin but not
in any hurry to change that. Which is really, really good."

Ashley smirked. "Why is that good?"

"Dad and I found out that virgins who don't want to be virgins are pretty
much irresistible. No matter how much we lock down our powers."

"Interesting." Ashley looked out the window, and that was when the server
set down our plates.

"Interesting?" I asked.

"That you managed to pick up all of that from him. So, can you tell if
people are lying, or do you only pick up on lust or sex thoughts?"

Should I tell her? Well, if we're going to have a relationship, it will
go smoother if we don't keep secrets. "I can tell if someone is lying or
evading, and sometimes I get other thoughts too. It's been getting
stronger."

"Good to know. Guess it's good that I had no plans on ever lying to you."
Ashley took a bite of her burger and grinned at me.

Why did I have the feeling I was somehow in trouble?

"How are the Jensens doing?" Ashley asked.

"Coping, I guess. Dean's been really quiet and moody. Emma is focusing on
graduating tomorrow and the party this weekend. And Ethan... well, he's
just being Ethan."

Ashley laughed.

"You still going to join us for graduation tomorrow?" I asked.

"Of course as long as I at least get to sit beside you. Jake can have the
other side. By the way, where is he tonight?"

"He had to work but was going to spend some time with his dad. Since we
started dating, he hasn't spent as much time with his family."

"Well I'm glad. Otherwise, I'd never get you to myself."

"Guess we'll need to work on how we all share." The thought of managing
our weird relationships had my stomach roiling again. It was hard enough
figuring out how to balance Jake's and my relationship with the need to
feed on others, but keeping Ashley happy as well as dealing with a
paranoid Kennedy was too much. I was pretty sure I was in over my head.


*   Scene 2   *
Jake Campbell

"Massage rooms are cleaned up. Man, but they smelled like spunk. I had to
bleach everything, and I threw the linens in the washer. There was jizz
everywhere." I walked up to the counter where Dad was closing the system
for the day.

"Not surprised. They've become very popular since I started letting the
members use them for hookups when the therapists aren't in. I have to say
it's not something I ever had to consider at any of the old clubs I ran.
And messy just goes with sex." Dad gave a big smile and winked at me.

"Leaving your guy's seed? Why would they waste it like that?" As soon as
the words were out of my mouth, I cringed and got busy making a last
check to ensure all the equipment was powered down.

"What do you mean, Jake? Don't you and Jon have some spillage now and
again? I mean even if you're careful, some still leaks out when you get
up."

I felt the blood rush to my face and pretended not to hear him. No, Jon
and I never waste a drop, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Hey." Dad gripped my arm and turned me to face him. "Why are you being
bashful all of a sudden? That's not like you. You used to tell me
everything."

I could see the hurt in his eyes, and that wasn't my intent. I took a
deep breath. "Jon and I don't leave a drop. If some gets on the sheets,
even the floor, we lick it up." There I said it. I turned, refusing to
see Dad's reaction.

"That's fucking hot. What about what leaks out of your ass? I know damn
well you're both doing anal."

I stopped what I was doing and turned back to him. I didn't really have a
reason not to tell him, but it makes me feel like such a perv. "Um... we
feed what we can to each other. Sometimes sucking it out and kissing and
sometimes just felching until it's clean."

"I am so fucking jealous." Dad turned away, still laughing and shaking
his head.

"Wait. So you don't think that's too much?" I asked following him as he
started turning off the lights.

"Hell, no. I think it's great that you two are so into each other that
you're addicted to your man's cum. You do love it, right?"

"God, yes. The taste of Jon... best fucking thing ever."

"Buddy, I'm happy for you. Your mom and I were just talking about it, and
we couldn't be more pleased. We've never seen you happier or more... I
don't know, comfortable in your own skin. We think he's the best thing
that ever happened to you."

"Me too." I grabbed Dad and hugged him. "I love him so damn much."

"Let's finish closing up so we can get home." Dad put his arm over my
shoulder and gave a squeeze. "Tonight, I promise I'm all yours."

I'd stayed over a couple nights ago but it happened to be a "date night"
for Mom and Dad, and his attention was focused on her. I didn't mind, but
Dad begged for another chance, and he made sure I knew he preferred sex
with me.

It only took a few minutes to lock up and get home. Mom and Dad's house
was less than ten minutes from Mufflers. As soon as we stepped inside, I
smelled food.

"Hey boys, wash your hands, and I'll make plates for you," Mom called out
from the kitchen.

"I am so hungry," I muttered as I crammed into the powder room with Dad
to wash up.

"Downside of eating after nine." Dad gave a shoulder bump and then
snapped me with the hand towel. "Better hurry or there won't be any
left."

I smiled and followed Dad back to the kitchen. Mom had already eaten but
set out plates for us, stuffed chicken, potatoes, and green beans.

"It looks and smells great, Mom."

"I have to take care of my men. I know how hungry you are by the time you
get out of the gym. Did you both have a good day?"

The small talk went on for a while and then somewhat shifted to Mom and
Dad catching up on things. I still found it amazing how well they got
along, even after everything that had happened and all the changes. Who'd
have ever thought life would change so dramatically after Benny and I got
pulled over?

I was glad my parents were still together and still in love. Though their
relationship looked nothing like it used to. My once bible-toting mother
was now fully exploring her sexuality and had embraced a quirky take on
"open marriage." And Dad... fuck.

"Are you okay, sweetheart? Did you get enough?"

"Yeah, thanks, Mom. It was good."

"Jake, your mom and I have been talking..."

Oh, shit. That sounded like trouble. "Yeah?"

"Dear, I know you're betrothed to Kennedy and all, but if Jon is really
your soul-mate." Mom paused and looked at Dad. "If he's really the 'one,'
then we think you should at least consider a commitment ceremony before
you wed Kennedy."

They both sat there and looked at me. I was still processing, and there
were so many things running through my mind. First was hurt that I hadn't
realized Jon and I wouldn't be married, second was that my marriage to a
girl I didn't really care about wasn't all that far away. I really didn't
like my options.

"Jake?" Mom prompted.

"I've been so caught up in things, I didn't even realize. Shit. I love
Jon. Like more than I thought was even possible - it's like I found the
other half of myself. I barely like Kennedy."

They shared a look before Dad spoke. "We understand. But Bacchus has his
ways, and he wants you married and making kids. But maybe..." Dad was
silent for a minute. "Wouldn't hurt for Jon to talk to his dad and see if
there might not be another way."

"I'll think about it."

"Good, why don't you and your dad go on upstairs and get started - I know
it's been a while. I'll clean up." Mom started clearing the table.

"Thanks, Cathy." Dad leaned over and gave Mom a kiss. He stood by the
table with his gaze very focused on me.

It had taken a while to get past the embarrassment of Mom knowing Dad and
I were lovers. Though she was a champ at finding other horrible ways to
humiliate me. At least since I'd found Jon, she'd stopped offering
herself - like that would have EVER happened. But I could still do
without knowing the details on which Bacchus Springs' men and women were
helping Dad keep her lady parts happy. Maybe it was because she was a
nurse. She'd always been blunt about such things, but now...

"You seem far away," Dad said as he started up the steps.

"Just thinking of how things have changed."

Dad let out a deep laugh. "Tell me about it." When we stepped into Dad's
bedroom, he turned and closed the door. "Some of the changes though..."

I blushed at the way he looked at me. There was a hunger in his eyes I
was used to seeing on Jon and sometimes maybe even David. Though I tried
really hard not to think about him.

"You look good, Jake." He stepped up to me and ran his hands from my flat
stomach up over my chest, just flicking my nipples enough to wake them
up. "Well, look at that."

"What?" I asked and let out a gasp.

Dad looked at my chest and flicked his thumbs over my nipples again.
"You've either been abusing these babies or something's changed." He
didn't stop teasing them, and I couldn't help the way my body responded.

"Show me," Dad growled.

I pulled off my t-shirt, and Dad let out a gasp. "Fuck, Jake." He stared
at my tits and licked his lips. That part didn't really surprise me, Jon
had a similar reaction though he didn't usually stop until he was sucking
on one.

"Bacchus made 'em bigger... for Jon. He um... did some other stuff too,"
I explained.

Dad's eyes looked into mine. I wasn't sure what he was thinking - was he
wondering what else changed or maybe why?

"Jon has a thing for nipples?" Dad asked, flicking them again.

"Yeah. Big time."

"Huh. Impressive. You didn't use to be so sensitive either. Looks like
those big tits are hard-wired to your dick the way it's growing."

"You don't think they're gross?" I was kind of worried they looked bad
though given how Jon liked them I guess I could live with it even so.

"No, son. They're hot and with those massive pecs of yours... looks good,
real good. Show me the rest." Dad stepped back and crossed his arms,
waiting for me to strip.

I unfastened my jeans and slid them off, then pulled off my socks.

"Someone upgraded. Nice."

I blushed as Dad stared at the new boxer briefs Jon bought me. They were
Unico, a brand Jon really liked, and I had to agree the silky fabric felt
good and the pouch was big enough I didn't feel choked. Jon also liked
how snuggly they conformed to my ass and package.

I slid my hands in the waistband to slide them off when Dad held out a
hand and spoke.

"Slowly."

I turned my back to him and "slowly" slid them over the curve of my ass,
bending just a little as I slid them down my thighs. I heard Dad's sharp
intake of breath when my "new and improved" ass was revealed. I stepped
out of them and turned to face him.

"Holy fuck." Dad stared a moment, his eyes going wide before his gaze
rose to meet mine. "Does Benny know?"

It wasn't the question I was expecting. "Um... yeah. He was there when
Bacchus..." I gave a wave of my hand from my neck down.

Dad let out a deep laugh. "God, I bet he was so pissed!" Dad walked over
and then knelt down in front of me, still staring at my hardening prick.

"He wasn't happy about it. But at least he knew I didn't demand it or
even ask for the changes. Anteros was the one who made the suggestions. I
think Benny was especially ticked off that I got a rounder bubble butt
than him."

"Yeah, that would piss him off. He worked out hard to get where he is.
And that ass of yours... damn. But I think I've changed my mind."

"You don't want to do things?" I asked in surprise.

"Hell no. I just meant changing the order of things. When I saw that ass
I was thinking - eat you till you scream but now..." He slid a hand under
my cock and reverently stroked it, never taking his eyes off. "Yeah, now
I gotta have this beast. My boy's got a monster cock. Damn."

"Wouldn't go that far," I objected.

His eyes met mine as he squeezed the base of my shaft. "Son. This beauty
counts as a monster cock. What is it ten, eleven inches?"

"Just ten - when I'm really hard."

"Just ten?" Dad laughed and ran his fingers gently over and around my
shaft and head. "Can't wait to feel this inside me." He leaned in and
took me into his mouth, making a satisfied moaning sound as he began
licking and working me in and out of his wet heat.

"Fuck. Dad."

"Sit." Dad pushed me back onto the bed and then stood up and started
undressing. I was surprised to see the hunger in his eyes and could admit
it was a bit of a head trip. I was really pleased with my enhanced dick,
and while I'd never tell Ben, I was glad my ass was now as good as his. I
also knew well enough to never admit it might even be better.

When we first came to Bacchus Springs, I would have described Dad as a
jock with a fitness model's physique. Since then, he'd pushed himself
harder and now could be described as a bodybuilder. Fortunately, he
stopped before he got to the popping veins level, or maybe that was just
genetics. He looked good. Really good and then Joe convinced him to get
highlights in his blond hair. The completely smooth look was new, and I
watched to see if it was just his chest or if he'd done more.

"You look awesome, Dad. When did you start waxing?" I watched as he
stepped out of his pants and stood naked before me. He was porn-star
worthy; a muscled daddy I'd have gladly watched in action.

"I didn't. Ben helped me shave it all off then used some stuff that
Bacchus makes up for his boys. Smooth as a baby's bottom." Dad ran his
hand over his chest and down to his now hard cock. His groin and legs
were completely smooth as well. "Doesn't grow back either. So no itch."

It did look good on him, making his muscles more apparent and I thought
it made his cock look bigger too.

"You sure you wouldn't rather fuck my new and improved butt?" I teased.

"Oh, I will. I definitely will, but I want that huge prick inside me
more. I don't get near enough dick. Most of the guys at the gym have
fantasies about being fucked 'by' a muscle hunk, not taking his ass."

"Stupid guys. Bet you could break boards with your glutes if you wanted.
Then again, maybe they're afraid you'll break their manhood."

"Nah, they just know what they want. Not that I mind getting some hot
ass, but that doesn't mean I don't like a good hard dick in my backside
now and again."

"And here I thought I got my cravings from mom," I teased him as I
scooted back on the bed.

Dad barked out a laugh. "No, son. I'm a much bigger cock whore than your
mother ever was. Believe me, you get that particular weakness from me."
He crawled up on the bed and knelt between my legs, looking over me like
I was a feast.

"Not a weakness as far as I'm concerned. My man happens to appreciate
that I can't get enough of him." I let out a sigh as Dad started kissing
up my legs, running his hands over my body.

"Hard not to be jealous, Jake. What I wouldn't give to have a stud like
yours in my bed every night." Dad kissed up my abs, skipping my dick and
focusing on licking on the curve of my pec before attacking one of my
nipples. "Fuck, so big and ripe."

"Ughhh," I groaned and thrust up my hips trying to spread my legs wider
as he wrapped his lips around my left tit and sucked hard. Dad was right,
they were much more sensitive now, and I found it hard to even think when
they were being sucked. While the attention got me rock-hard, it made me
want to be fucked even more. Something Jon frequently took to his
advantage. I'd even woken in the middle of the night to find him latched
onto me like a newborn. Though with Jon, it usually led to his monster
cock being inside me.

Dad moved to the other nipple and wrapped his hand around my prick. From
the sensation, I must have already been leaking because his hand felt
slick as it slid over and around my erection. I thrust into his hand.

Dad released my tit and moved between my legs, licking my cock with the
flat of his tongue. "You taste good, baby. Can't wait to feel this inside
me... so proud of you. Such a damned fine boy. My own college jock."

I gripped the bedding as he wrapped his mouth around me and took me into
his throat. When we moved to Bacchus Springs, he'd quickly learned what I
liked and had practiced sucking my cock until he had the technique
perfected. I'd long since gotten over the shock of Dad liking men. Maybe
it was our initiation and being beside him on the bed as we both took our
first dicks.

"You've still got Benny too," I said when he'd released my cock long
enough for my brain to reengage.

"You didn't hear? Bacchus has moved Ben into his bed - full-time. My
quality time with your little brother has been usurped."

"Wow. Sorry, Dad. I haven't talked to him for a few days."

"Enough talk, I want you to fuck me." Dad moved over beside me and got on
his hands and knees, lifting his ass up in the air.

He might be my dad, but he was still fucking hot, his muscled golden ass
looked amazing, the tiny little hole winking at me. I squeezed his glutes
and pulled them apart to get a better look at his man-hole. I leaned in
and swiped my tongue over it, getting a moan out of Dad.

"You been tanning in the nude?" I noticed he was a nice deep tan all over
with no tan lines.

"Yeah, come on, son, quit stalling." He wiggled his ass.

I grabbed the lube and let it drip down his crack. Then slid my finger
down until it was teasing his hole, gently pushing it inside. He was
tight.

"Aren't you afraid about the neighbors seeing you?"

"Hell, no. I'm hoping they get a good show and want to play."

"Thought Mom said, no ladies?" She didn't seem to mind how many men Dad
slept with, but she drew the line with other women. I worked a second
finger into him, looking for his spot.

"Oh, fuck. Not my problem if they want what they can't have. But I can
sure fuck their husbands." Dad leaned forward dropping his chest down to
the pillows and spread his legs a little wider.

When I had three fingers inside him, I decided he was ready. I lubed my
dick and pressed it to his opening. I was trying to go slow since I was a
lot larger than he was used to, but Dad had a different plan and pushed
back, taking me all the way in.

"FUCK!" Dad panted, now pressed up against me as his body shook.

I didn't move, just tried to hold still. "Keep breathing, Dad."

"Damn, but you're huge. Just give me a minute to get used to it." After a
few moments, Dad slid forward and then pressed back again.

"Okay." I tried to take it slow and gentle with him. It was obvious from
how tight he was that it had been a while. I felt bad that I'd neglected
him, but then again, I hadn't realized that Benny wasn't still visiting.

"Jake, you feel amazing. Think my boy has learned some skills since that
first time."

I chuckled. "My quick trigger's gotten a little better. Jon's been making
me practice."

Dad's ass squeezed at the mention of Jon. I leaned over his back and
wrapped my arms around him. "I'm looking forward to watching Jon fuck
this amazing ass of yours. What do you think? You ready to be spit
roasted between me and my man?"

"Oh, fuck," Dad groaned his ass squeezing even tighter. "God, yes. Maybe
strap me into a sling and let David take me too."

I nibbled his shoulder and up to his neck. "Once we're all family, I'm
sure holidays and Sunday dinners are going to be way more interesting."

"Ugh," Dad cried out and started slamming back onto my dick, fucking
himself hard and fast. "Fuck me, Jake. Make me feel it!"

I obliged and pounded him hard enough he ended up collapsing on his
stomach, with me pile driving his ass, my body smacking against his over
and over again. When I thought I was getting close, I slowed my tempo and
went shallow until the feeling passed. If I could make it last with Jon
and his amazing ass, I could do it with Dad.

"Damn but you throw a good fuck," Dad muttered into the pillow.

I pressed against his back and continued fucking him hard and deep. Dad
stopped talking and went into an almost continual grunt and moan. His ass
felt so good, and I was starting to wonder how long I could hold out.
Then he began to shudder and lifted his ass up to meet my thrust as he
cried out.

"FUCK! I'm coming!" Dad's body quivered, and his glutes squeezed tight
enough it almost hurt. I bit into his shoulder and felt him give one last
shudder before his ass relaxed and let me go even deeper.

"That's it, Dad. Take my dick as I breed your hot ass. Can't wait to see
you taking Jon and David's cocks, filling you with so much cum you
overflow."

Dad whimpered into the pillow as my orgasm finally took me, and I filled
his guts with my spend. I collapsed onto him and just enjoyed the feeling
of his hot flesh wrapped around my manhood.

"God, Jake, you feel so fucking good. Don't ever want you to pull out."

I laughed and then grimaced as it made my oversensitive cock move around
inside his wet folds. It was almost too much. I gently pulled out and
then collapsed on the bed beside him, giving myself a chance to catch my
breath.

"Wow. I really needed that." Dad was silent for a moment. "How can you
still be hard?"

I closed my eyes and could swear that I felt Jon, felt his lust, felt him
feeding. "Jon's fault."

"Jon's fault? How? He's not even here," Dad objected.

"When he feeds on lust... get a rush... makes me horny... hard."

"Seriously?" Dad leaned up on his elbow and looked at me.

"Yup. But if he waits too long to feed, I get really tired and wrung out.
He starts draining me. So feeding is much better."

"You really are soul-mates..."

"Hm... yeah. Love him so much." I felt like I could drift off to sleep.
Temporarily sated by the amazing sex and the feeling of the connection to
Jon.

I felt a warm, wet mouth suck on my nipple, and my eyes flew open as my
ass demanded attention. I moaned arching up to follow the sucking mouth.
I felt Dad's hands slide under my balls, and he teased my hole as I
spread my legs wider for him.

"Such a sweet little pucker, I missed you, Jake." Dad's slicked fingers
slid inside of me, and the ability to speak was gone. I wrapped my arm
around his head, so he didn't move from my tit and ground my ass onto his
fingers.

"Mmm. Think someone's ready for his daddy to fuck him." Dad's voice was
muffled against my chest, but I still heard.

When he got into position, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as
deep as I could get him. With Bacchus's gifts, I didn't need prep or time
to adjust. I was always ready and eager for a good fuck.

I looked down at Dad's golden muscles, silky smooth in the low light and
sighed with contentment. Watching his dick slide inside me was a treat
and who wouldn't love seeing him between their legs. He was the hottest
daddy ever...


*   Scene 3   *
David Martinez

"Anything big at the resort today?"

Jon looked over his cup of tea and shrugged. "Not that I know of."

"Grant still taking care of you?"

Jon blushed. "Yup. For being a straight boy, he sure does love to be
fucked. But I guess that's good for me, right?"

"It is." I paused thinking of my own discoveries and revelations. "You
also need to realize that Grant's reactions are likely due to our powers.
Even when I try to shield them and hide them away, people... respond
differently to me."

"I know, and I'm working on controlling it. At least I know he's enjoying
himself, though I doubt he'll be able to claim that he's straight after a
full summer working with me."

"Probably not. But being versatile isn't a bad thing."

"Good morning," Ethan grunted as he plopped down in his chair.

"Hey, stud. Looks like Jon might have gone a little hard on you again
last night." I got up to get Ethan some cereal, toast, and juice.

Ethan dropped his head on to the table, his voice barely audible. "No.
That part was great. Just didn't get much sleep. Doesn't matter, today is
the last day, and all we're doing is cleaning up and making sure all the
books are turned in."

"That means tomorrow you'll officially be a Junior." I set the food down
in front of him. "You have any plans with your friends after school?"

"We're going to meet up for ice cream, maybe go to a movie. Where's
Emma?"

"She left early for Senior Breakfast. Today is graduation. Are you
planning on joining us?"

"Shit. Yeah, sorry I forgot. I can meet up with my friends after." Ethan
shoveled cereal into his mouth, then turned and grinned at Jon. "I like
it when your boyfriend's not here."

Jon scowled. "I don't."

I couldn't stifle the laugh. "Seems you said the same thing to me when
your Dad wasn't putting out."

"Mm-hm. More sex for me!" Ethan smiled brightly.

"I don't know Jon, we may have to recruit some more studs for our boy
here. His appetite is insatiable."

"Nah, he was very well 'sated' by the time I was done with him. He's just
needy. But, yeah, a few more guys could probably be kept very satisfied
keeping up with my little brother."

"Little brother?" Ethan's eyes went big, and I wasn't sure but thought he
might just burst into tears.

"Well, yeah. If our Dads are going to get married, that makes us
brothers. We sure as shit don't need to do the whole 'step' thing. We've
been family... like forever." Jon stood up and took his stuff the sink.

"I like that. But let's not rush things. That's several steps away," I
said.

"What is?" Dean asked, stepping into the kitchen.

"You and David getting married," Ethan said. "You know, that'll give me
two dads, and you know how much I like dads."

Dean laughed. "Yeah, you sure do." He ruffled Ethan's hair.

"Can I get you breakfast?" I asked.

"No. Sit. I can get it myself." Dean leaned over and kissed me. I even
got a smile which was much more than I'd seen from him in several days.

"Well, I better get to work. I'll be home in time to change for
graduation. Ciao." Jon started to the door.

"Hold up, mister. Where's my hug?" I yelled.

"And mine!" Dean echoed.

"Can I skip the hug and get a blowjob?" Ethan asked.

We all laughed, and Jon returned to give me and Dean a hug. When Jon got
to Ethan, he pushed him against the wall and kissed him while he grabbed
his crotch. "Brothers can be so irritating."

That just made Dean and me laugh more, but it appeared that Ethan was
speechless.

"Shit. Now I'm going to be throwing a boner all day!" Ethan complained.

"You'll live," Dean said as we watched Ethan follow Jon out the door.

"We still on for lunch today?" I asked.

"You sure you don't mind? I know you've got all those interviews to do."

"Mind? Of course not. I need to eat, and spending time with you is way
better. Besides, only two interviews today. One this morning and one in
the afternoon. I just hope they go better than yesterday's. I only found
one possibility and no one who'd be a good admin."

"Maybe you're looking for the wrong type of person. Maybe you need
someone more senior? Or possibly rethink the job description?"

"Maybe."

We finished breakfast, kissed, and each headed off to work. I was a
little nervous about the interviews. I needed to fill two more positions
and only had two candidates left, and neither of them was likely to be a
fit as an assistant. Besides that, this afternoon's interview was with
someone I once knew, and I really wasn't sure I ever wanted to see her
again.

"Mr. Martinez," Mrs. Cokesbury said in a cold, flat greeting.

"Morning." I tried for neutral because anything more was just too much. I
was so ready for her to be gone. I stepped into my office and pushed the
door closed. At least I had time to do email, check messages, and get a
bit of work done before the first interview.

The time went quickly, and I jumped when Mrs. Cokesbury knocked on my
door.

"Mr. Laurenzano is here."

"Please send him in." I stood and walked over to greet him. The young man
stepped in, and I froze. I struggled to breathe as his scent hit me, and
all my controls imploded. I gripped the side chair as I tried to regain
control. It was even worse than when I'd met Danny or Caleb, and I
couldn't understand why. He couldn't be... couldn't be a virgin. He was
in his twenties, married, no way could he be.

"Mr. Martinez?" he asked hesitantly obviously picking up on my panic as
he extended his hand. "I'm Grayson Laurenzano."

I shook his hand, but it took every ounce of willpower not to pull him
into me. "Pleased to meet you. Please, have a seat." Even to me, my voice
sounded forced.

"Thanks." Grayson sat and looked at me worriedly.

"Sorry, Mr. Laurenzano, I need to take care of something that just came
up. It will only take a minute." I didn't even wait for a response before
I was out the door and headed to Bacchus's office.

"David, are you okay?" Barbara asked as I approached.

"No. Is he in?"

"Sorry, honey, he's at an off-site meeting, but he'll be back to
interview your people. Is there something I can do?"

Shit, shit, shit. I stared at his open door. What the hell was wrong with
me? I pulled out my phone. "Thanks, Barbara, I'll check back later." I
turned and pulled up my contacts searching - then found the number and
pressed call. It immediately went to voicemail.

"Hello. You've reached Eros. Sorry can't talk right now, I'm out
spreading the love." I waited for the beep to leave a message.

"Hey, it's David. I need you stat. Something's really wrong, and I don't
know what to do. Please." I ended the call and stood in the hallway,
leaning against the wall. Fuck. I tried counting my breaths to get myself
calmed down. I couldn't just leave the guy sitting in my office. I
steeled myself and returned.

"Sorry about that."

"Do you need me to come back later?" Grayson asked, his lips grabbing my
attention. Full, soft, and pink - lips that I could imagine wrapped
around my prick. Lips that would kiss with passion.

"No, of course not. Thank you for waiting." I sat down in one of the
chairs facing him and tried to compose myself - trying not to look at
those lips. The smell and need were still there, but it was different.
Not lust per se though I was pretty sure there was a molten core just
waiting to burst through. Grayson seemed to be locked down - feeling
nothing. It took concentration not to respond to the scent. It struck me
that I hadn't really looked at him, or rather I hadn't taken in his full
appearance. He was pretty - not feminine, but he had fine features and a
slight, almost boyish build and look. If he hadn't grown a short beard, I
would have guessed he was still in school.

"So tell me about yourself." I sat back and half listened as I cataloged
his features. Rich chestnut hair, a little longer than many men wore it
now. It was a simple side part comb-over, but the back brushed his
collar, and it hung down to his dark brows. His eyes were a rich brown as
well with dark lashes. He wasn't built or ripped but looked to be in
shape - slender with a swimmers build. I'd guess about five foot eight.
He wore his expensive suit well, and I couldn't help but imagine slowly
pealing him out of it.

I zoned back in to what he was sharing. It was pretty much everything
that I'd seen on his resume. I took a deep breath and tried to break the
spiral my thoughts had taken. Besides, how could I want him so badly if
he wasn't attracted to me or lusting after me? None of this made sense. I
focused on my next question.

"So, Grayson, I want you to TELL ME THE TRUTH, the real reason you're
here and why I should consider you for a position. Your background is
criminal law, but you applied for contracts." I said with a push of
compulsion. I could see him blink as my power took hold, words forming on
his lips, yet unspoken until he stopped fighting.

"One of the partners recommended it. He's best friends with Mr. Dickson
at your old firm and knew you were hiring. I think he's hoping if I get
out soon enough, he won't have to fire me." Grayson's words tumbled out
in a rush.

"Why would he fire you?" I was surprised at that, there was nothing to
indicate any issues with Grayson's performance.

"I've started having some anxiety issues, and while I do great at the
research and preparation, I panic when I get in the courtroom. I'd always
been a supporting attorney, and then they promoted me and said I would be
First Chair. It didn't go well."

"Tough for someone in criminal law."

"Yeah. I love the research, and I'm great at investigation and pulling
everything together. I'm even good at mapping out the strategy and
preparing mock scripts - but when it's time to talk or get in front of
the judge..."

"You freeze and forget everything?"

Grayson let out a deep sigh. "Yes."

"This wasn't a problem in school or in your mock trials?" I asked.

"No. The... um... anxiety is getting worse."

I took a moment to look back through his file and tried to focus on
breathing. I was picking up a good amount of internal conflict within
Grayson. But as I read through the letters of recommendation, an idea
formed. Grayson excelled at administrative and organizational skills, as
he'd said, the firm gave him top marks for his research and ability to
sort and summarize data. He was detail-oriented and dedicated. I looked
back up and saw the worried expression as the silence went on.

"I have an idea for you to consider." What I really wanted him to
consider was bending over the couch for me so I could fuck him.

"Sure..." Grayson said with a shrug.

"It would be a different type of position, but it would still be titled
as an attorney." I went on to explain the position, perhaps unorthodox,
but it would help me out and leverage his skills. He'd be my personal
assistant and traffic manager for the other attorneys - handling all the
case assignments, logistics, and administration. He'd also handle travel
bookings and scheduling. If he needed a legal secretary or paralegal to
support the team, they'd work for him, not me.

"I think I'd really like that," Grayson said after he considered it for a
few minutes.

"One other thing, I expect that you'd also need to travel with me
whenever I leave Bacchus Springs. Is travel a problem?"

Grayson hesitated, and again I could feel the conflict. "I can make it
work."

"How do you think your family will feel about moving to Bacchus Springs?"

I felt his apprehension long before he said anything. "I don't know."

That was a lie. I could tell immediately. "TELL ME, GRAYSON." I pushed.

"My wife will hate it, and my parents will think I'm a failure. My father
pulled a lot of strings to get me into the firm, and his plan was for me
to stay there until I became a partner. He won't be happy. My wife will
think I'm taking her to hell. She loves the city and the social life but
then again if I'm unemployed it won't do her much good. I don't like the
city. Too much noise and everything is such a rush and in constant
motion. I'm going sort of crazy."

"Don't worry, Grayson. We can help get your wife on board, I'm sure." He
didn't look convinced, but I wasn't sure I could do or say more and still
keep myself in check. There was so much underneath the surface, I was
sure I hadn't even begun to uncover all his issues. But I needed to send
him off to Bacchus "now."

I couldn't believe I got her to cooperate, but Mrs. Cokesbury was willing
to walk Grayson down to Bacchus's office. As soon as they were on their
way, I pushed the door closed and sat down at my desk. I wondered about
just jacking off - Grayson had me so worked up. I threw myself back into
work instead. I pulled up a couple contracts that needed to be done and
tried "not" to think of the hot young man who'd just been there.

I was somewhat into my work when I heard a commotion outside the door.
People, or at least two people were yelling, and one of them was Mrs.
Cokesbury. I got up and quietly opened the door. It was Eros, and he
looked livid.

"Hera's tits woman. You are an absolute shrew! Fine. GO TO BACCHUS. And
when he's ready to see you, CONFESS EVERYTHING. And I mean everything
TELL HIM EVERY DETAIL OF WHAT YOU'VE DONE, EVERY LIE, EVERY SECRET, EVERY
MANIPULATION. CONFESS IT ALL." Eros stood back and glared. I couldn't
help but smile - glad someone else was getting the full Mrs. Cokesbury
experience.

Mrs. Cokesbury glared and shouted. "You will all burn in hell!"

"Not likely. Hades rather likes me. You, on the other hand, will probably
wish burning was all that was in store for you. GO NOW, woman!"

Mrs. Cokesbury stood awkwardly as if she were trying to fight Eros's
compulsion. Like that would work. Then slowly and stiffly walked toward
Bacchus's office.

"Thank you," I said, and Eros twitched as he turned to me.

"How did you put up with that... that... thing?"
"I told Bacchus he was going to have to help me hide the body."

"You called?" Eros prompted, changing subjects abruptly.

I opened the door and gestured for him to go in. "I'm broken, Eros.
Something is really wrong with my powers. This guy came in, and I had to
fight myself to not rip his clothes off and take him - then and there. He
smelled even better than a virgin!"

"Okay... What else can you tell me?" Eros dropped down onto the couch
like our conversation was about what beer I liked.

"He's like a rock. No lust, no attraction, no real emotion of any kind.
But I swear underneath it all he's like an inferno. But on the surface,
nothing. And I know he is 'not' a virgin. He's married."

"Huh... interesting. Where is he now?"

"Interesting? Are you fucking kidding me? What's going on? Oh, and he's
interviewing with Bacchus." I sat down across from him and looked for any
kind of reaction - nothing.

"Well then, why don't I go have a look-see?"

"But he's with..." I got out before Eros vanished. I couldn't go back to
my work now. I was too keyed up, and Eros had been no help. Not even a
clue as to what he thought - though on the positive side, he didn't seem
to think it was a big deal.

I have no idea how long he was gone but all of a sudden Eros was back and
sitting on the couch with a smirk on his face.

"Well?" I almost shouted.

"You're fine. He, however, has issues. But that works in your favor."

"Are you going to explain, or do I have to keep asking questions?"

"Do you know his background? What his family was like?"

"What? I have no idea, and what does that have to do with it?"

"Huh... well, you'll figure it out eventually," Eros continued. "You'll
need to claim him. I promise it'll be the best thing you ever did."

"What do you mean by claim him?"

"You know, let your powers run free, tell him he belongs to you now and
that you'll take care of him." Eros made it sound like it was obvious,
and I was being stupid.

"Eros, I don't think he's even gay, and he wasn't showing any attraction
to me."

"That's because he's repressed it so far he doesn't even realize it. From
what I got, he's so far in the closet about his sexuality, the dust
bunnies think he's a rumor."

"He's gay?" I found the thought both hopeful and surprising.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he likes men, but I doubt he's ever acted on it.
Were you planning on hiring him?"

"I was if Bacchus agreed."

"Good. Bacchus and I spoke briefly, and he's going to compel your young
man to accept the job offer and come back in a couple of weeks and bring
his wife to check the place out."

"What if he changes his mind? Compulsion doesn't last."

"By then you'll claim him. Bacchus will compel him to come back in two
weeks, he'll have to get through that before he's free of the
compulsion," Eros said.

"Should I see him again before he leaves?" I wasn't sure how I'd manage
but if it was important...

"Hell, no. I'm surprised you managed to hold back as well as you did.
Your next encounter needs to be well thought out. Once you've got some
years under your belt, the control will get better. But his type...
mmm... even I had to concentrate not to take advantage of him."

"What do you mean his 'type'? You still haven't answered my question. Why
am I so attracted to him, and why does he smell so good?"

"Some things you just need to figure out on your own. There is nothing
wrong with your powers, and while he's not a 'virgin' in the traditional
sense, he's even better. Trust me." Eros vanished before I even digested
his words.

"Prick!" I shouted into the room. Why the fuck couldn't he just answer my
damn questions. Damn it, but Greek gods were the most obtuse and
uncommunicative bunch of manipulators I'd ever encountered.


*   Scene 4   *
David Martinez

It was a sunny day, but that didn't help burn away my frustration as I
locked the car and walked down to the bank. I stepped up to the imposing
building - to me, it looked like an overgrown mausoleum. Built of granite
and marble with huge columns in the front, iron bars over the small
windows and a set of huge, ornate metal double doors.

I stepped inside, and the conversations and noise fell silent as I looked
around the vintage space. The tellers and other employees and customers
had all turned to me and stared. I spotted the greeter and put on my best
smile as she approached.

"How can we help you today?" she purred, running her hands down her suit.

"I'm David Martinez. I'm here to see Mr. Jensen," I said, trying not to
let her lust throw me off. I still hadn't completely adjusted to total
strangers fantasizing about sex with me - especially when I just met them
and was standing there waiting for a response. I had to say, she wasn't
nearly as vanilla in her tastes as I would have guessed.

"Mmm, yes, Mr. Martinez." She drew out my name as if she were tasting it.
"I've heard so much about you. Please wait a moment, and I'll see if Mr.
Jensen's available." Her words may have been professional, but her
thoughts brought a flush to my face. She didn't even know me!

As I stood there, I was very aware that the greeter wasn't the only one
stripping me with their eyes or picturing me between their legs. I stared
at the floor and tried to hold my powers in check. I didn't think I was
leaking but obviously whatever control I had over my mojo was not enough.

I felt Dean before I saw him step through the door at the side. He smiled
at me, and all of a sudden everyone else disappeared. Fuck, my man had to
be the hottest, most gorgeous piece of man flesh on the planet. I
couldn't help but want to get my hands all over him. Sadly, we were just
having a quick lunch, and unless I cornered him in the restroom at the
diner, there would be no "sexy times."

Dean walked right up to me and pulled me into a kiss. I was startled that
he'd show that kind of public affection in front of his co-workers. But I
sure wasn't going to object, it had the dual effect of making me hard and
yet calming me at the same time. Being in Dean's arms was just "right" on
so many levels.

"Hey," I greeted when he pulled back and smiled. Fuck, he was stunning.

"Hey, yourself. I saw I needed to make it very clear you were mine, and
everyone else could just back the fuck off."

"Always, and only yours." Jeez, I sounded sappy. But I was so happy I
didn't care.

"Ready for lunch?"

I nodded, taking Dean's hand and turning to the door.

"Pleasure to see you, Mr. Martinez. Please stop by any time." The greeter
dragged out "any" more suggestively than I thought possible.

We walked hand in hand to the diner. I glanced over at Dean and realized
I was happier now than I'd ever been in my life. "I love you."

Dean turned to me with a big smile and gave me a quick kiss. "Love you,
too. Sometimes I can't believe we're finally together."

"You're stuck with me now," I teased as I pulled open the door causing
the bells to ring.

"Welcome to Springs Diner, seat yourself!" A woman's voice called out.

"Thanks, Sally," Dean called back and claimed a booth not far away. We
sat across from each other, but as I put my hand on the table, Dean
covered it with his own and interlaced his fingers with mine.

"I really wanted to sit next to you, but probably a bad idea," Dean
whispered, giving my hand a squeeze.

"Why's that?" I asked as I flipped open the menu with my free hand.

Dean leaned forward. "'Cause I'd have your dick out within thirty
seconds." It was barely audible, but it hit me hard. I gulped and looked
up at him.

"Idiot. You haven't fed yet today, have you?" Dean accused.

I shook my head and looked at him, tracing my eyes over his rugged square
jaw to his soft lips. I wanted to taste him.

"Hey, boys. What can I get you to drink?" the waitress asked, pulling me
back to the moment.

"Water, please," Dean and I said.

"I'm so sorry about what you've been going through, Dean. Good to see
you're in such capable, handsome hands." The waitress gave Dean a
sympathetic smile, but the look for me would have done an interrogator
proud.

"Thanks, Sally."

"Good to finally see your man in here. Though it took me a minute to
realize it wasn't Jon. We see a lot of that scorcher. Goodness, but the
resemblance is remarkable."

"We get that a lot," I said.

"Sally, can we go ahead and order? We're on a tight schedule today."

"Of course, love. What can I get you boys?"

Boys? I smiled to myself as it struck me that Dean and I were probably as
old as Sally. We placed our orders and were alone - or relatively
speaking - alone once more.

"How was this morning?" Dean asked.

I glanced around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear.
"Confusing. The candidate this morning triggered an odd reaction. I got
to talk to Eros, but he was as vague as always."

"Odd, how?"

"Remember I told you about Danny and Caleb? Like that but worse and I
damn guarantee that the guy is not a virgin. Eros did his 'you've got to
figure it out for yourself' routine and wouldn't explain."

"Was he a good fit?" Dean asked.

My mind went to sex immediately, and I knew without a doubt that Grayson
Laurenzano would be an amazing fit for my dick. Guess from Dean's smirk
he knew where I went. He gave me a smack on the hand.

"For the job."

"Oh, yeah. With your suggestion, I think I figured out my admin problem,
and he would do an amazing job. I also think you'd like him as much as I
do. I don't know why, I just know."

"Then we'll deal with it together and maybe figure out what Eros won't
tell you." He leaned back and released my hand as a thick muscular arm
set down our plates.

I looked up in surprise to see a mountain of muscle in an apron. Dark
hair, five o'clock shadow and bright blue eyes looking at me intently.

"Well, damn, Dean. You sure found yourself a hot one. Gotta say I didn't
believe Sally or the others when they were going on about you two, so I
decided to see for myself."

"Yeah, well just so we're clear, Cort. He's mine. Don't get any ideas,"
Dean said pointing his fork at the big man. "And David, this is Cortland
Mays, the owner and head chef of this fine establishment."

"No need to get all flowery on me, Dean. Cook is just fine. Besides, if
rumors are true 'your man' has more than enough to share with little 'ole
me."

"No one has ever described you as little. Don't you have some burgers to
fry?" Dean asked.

"Sure, sure. Enjoy your meal gentlemen." Cort walked back toward the
kitchen.

I looked over at Dean and was pleased he'd been so adamant that I was
his. "What was that about?"

"Cort's a good guy and befriended me when I first moved here. He... um...
was a participant at my initiation and over the years, we've kinda hooked
up now and again. He was one of the few that knew about you before you
came to town."

"Wait. You told him you had a thing for me?"

Dean looked guilty but nodded. "He um... kinda reminded me of you and you
know... pillow talk. He knew I was struggling with Kelly and was really
in love with you. He was one of the friends who pushed me to make a move
on you."

"We don't look anything alike," I objected. We both had dark hair, but he
was several inches taller and a damn sight bigger than me, and if I had
to guess, I'd have said he was more British Isles than Mediterranean.

"He's proportional." Dean took a bite and focused on his lunch.

"What?" Then it hit me, and I laughed. My man loved him some big dick, so
maybe I could see that after all. "Does he know about your 'change'? You
might give him some competition."

Dean turned a brighter shade of red. "Yeah. He made me show him. But I
told him I couldn't be doing that stuff anymore."

"Really? And how'd he respond?" I was surprised that I wasn't jealous,
just curious. Somehow the thought of putting the big muscle man between
us was kind of hot.

"He said if I ever changed my mind, he wanted to try it out see if it
felt as good as it looked."

"I should tell him, it most definitely does. And it's my very favorite."

Dean grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers again. "I love you."


*   Scene 5   *
David Martinez

I looked through the file again, trying to build up my nerve. I was sure
I was making too much of it, but I couldn't bring myself to looking
forward to my next interview. There were too many reminders. But then
again, I owed it to Megan. She would have wanted me to at least give
Chloe a chance.

I also wish I'd had at least another hour with Dean. Lunch ended all too
quickly, and being with him had only made my hunger grow.

Mrs. Cokesbury wasn't at her desk when I returned from lunch so I'd left
my office door open, that way I'd hear when Chloe arrived. I was really
hoping Mrs. Cokesbury's absence was a good sign.

"David?" Bacchus's voice echoed in the outer office.

"Here." I stood up and walked to the door only to pause as Bacchus
stepped in bringing someone with him. It took a minute to register as I
got caught up in Bacchus's heated gaze. My body already responding to his
presence.

"I found this beautiful young woman out front, and she tells me that
she's here to see you?" Bacchus's tone had an underlying question and
innuendo I knew too well. Bacchus clearly picked up on my hunger and was
going to make me suffer.

"Good afternoon, Chloe. It's been a while." I extended my hand and
intentionally dropped the last name. I'd always think of her as Chloe
West, even though I knew she'd remarried.

"David. My God, you look better than ever. It's so unfair Mr. Bacchus, I
work like hell to be presentable and this man, always, and I mean always,
looks like a wet dream."

"Mm. He does look especially good wet," Bacchus teased giving me a wink.
"David, would you give me a moment before you focus on this gracious
lady." Bacchus stepped out of my office.

"Sir?" I said, stepping up beside him. He spun me around and wrapped me
in his arms, capturing my mouth and proving yet again I had no resistance
where he was concerned. He could have bent me over Mrs. Cokesbury's desk
then and there, and I'd have only begged for more.

"So sweet." Bacchus pulled away but held my shoulders so I couldn't step
back. I could feel the heat from his body, and his breath whispered
across my skin when he spoke. "I already know she's a fit. You haven't
fed today, have you?"

"No, sir."

Bacchus shook his head in disappointment. "What am I going to do with
you? Fine." He put his fingers under my chin and made sure I was looking
into his sparkling brown eyes. "FUCK HER. MAKE HER ONE OF MINE."

I felt his words take hold in my core. "But..." I tried to object, but
the compulsion was already working.

"If you had fed like I keep reminding you, I wouldn't have to resort to
such measures. Don't worry, YOU WILL ENJOY IT." Bacchus gave my cock a
squeeze before he stepped away. "Like I've told you, there are
consequences."

I wanted to push back and argue with him. Get him to take away the
compulsion, but it was like grabbing air. Even my objections floated
away.

I walked back in and gestured to the couch. "Please have a seat."

"I don't get a hug after all this time?" Chloe asked.

"Of course." I took her in my arms and gave her a hug more in keeping
with being Megan's once-best friend.

She sat down and adjusted her skirt and jacket. She was still as
beautiful as ever. Thick waves of blond hair pulled back into a neat
clip. An expensive and well-tailored suit that didn't even try to hide
her still model-like body. Dark blue eyes as full as mischief as I
remembered and makeup, absolutely perfect.

"Can we just get this part out of the way?" Chloe clasped her hands
nervously. "I am so very sorry, David. Sorry that I wasn't there for you.
Sorry that I didn't get to fix things with Megan. God. Sorry for so much
stupidity."

"She loved you, Chloe. You know that, right? She'd have gladly welcomed
you back," I said trying to keep the sadness out of my voice.

"You left out the part about 'if I weren't such a stupid, self-centered
bitch.' I messed it up so badly, and you know what the worst part is? She
was right. She knew me better than I knew myself."

"I'm sorry, Chloe. I know she never meant to hurt you."

"I get that now. Or rather, I realized that too late and was too stubborn
to tuck my tale and apologize. And then when the shooting happened, I
just couldn't deal with the guilt. It was a pretty spectacular blow up
after all."

"She never told me," I said trying to remember back. "Just that she tried
to give advice and butt her nose in where it wasn't welcome."

"Really? She didn't tell you?"

"No. She said it was between the two of you."

Chloe shook her head and wiped away a tear. "She was right about so many
things." Chloe looked up, and I could tell she was debating whether to
tell me. "Megan said marrying Dex was a mistake. She said I should just
fuck him 'til he was out of my system. That he was a roaming whore and
would never be faithful. She nailed it. Didn't even make it through our
honeymoon before he was banging one of the other resort guests."

"I'm really sorry, Chloe. You don't have to tell me."

"I need to. What's worse is I'm still married to him, and he's still
cheating. Can't keep a job to save his life and God, the man is stupid.
Young, beautiful with a killer body, well endowed, and so good in bed.
He's so fucking charming. But couldn't think is way out of a paper bag."

I sat quietly, letting her finish. Megan had never told me, but I did
remember the man in question. He looked like a blond surfer - maybe a
cover model for romance novels. Even in my deluded straight phase, I
would have admitted he was hot.

"Why stay with him?" I finally asked.

"Because he's pretty and good in bed. The boys don't outright hate him
and maybe because I deserve him. With Dex, I finally thought I was
getting what Megan had. A gorgeous man who made the world a brighter
place. Not a fuck toy who I had to support and mother."

I realized she was talking about me, and while Megan had cautioned me to
be careful around Chloe, I'd never seen it. Now, I could not only see it
in her eyes, but I could also smell and taste it. She wanted me.

"So there it is. I figure if there's any hope of us working together, I
had to lay it all out." Chloe sat up a little straighter and crossed her
ankles.

"So, WHY ARE YOU HERE, CHLOE? You've been with Reynolds and Sanders for
years, and your record is impeccable. There isn't a better family law
attorney. Truthfully, what could I even offer you?" I used my compulsion
to make sure she was honest.

"My life and career are imploding. I need this job, and I need to be out
of New York. For once, it's not even my fault - maybe Murphy's law
playing out."

"Go on." I sat back and watched her body language as she spoke.

"Not all that complicated and if you were still in the city, I'm sure
you'd have heard. Reynolds decided I was to be one of his conquests. For
years I managed to turn him down and duck his advances, then at the St.
Patrick's Day party he cornered me. Had me pinned against the wall in a
back hall and took liberties. His wife caught us and demanded that he
fire me."

"The witch herself, huh?"

"Yeah, she didn't care that nothing happened or that I didn't want it.
She said if he wanted me that badly, then I needed to go. Since she's got
the money and the power, Reynolds caved. He gave me time to find another
job, but he made it out that it was all my fault. His wife supported him,
and as you can guess, all the gossips ate it up."

"I always knew he was a dick and anyone who's worked with him probably
knows or at least suspects what went down." If I ever ran into the son of
a bitch, I might just take a little revenge.

"Dex has never held a job long, and the boys need stability. They still
miss their dad, and while Dex is a 'buddy' they both know he's a moron."

"How are the boys?"

"Coping, they don't want to move but understand more than Dex. They just
became teenagers last week."

"Wow, they grew up fast. Guess I hadn't realized how long it's been. You
have pictures?"

Chloe pulled out her phone and pulled up some pictures for me. The twins
were stunning and really looked like their dad. Dexter was as hot as
ever. I looked at a couple more pictures and all of a sudden, my
neighbor, Candy, was intruding on my thoughts. But it did present an
interesting idea.

"Dex is as pretty as ever, and those boys are going to be stunners just
like Josh." I handed back the phone.

"Tell me. I'm not sure, but I think they may take after Josh in other
ways too."

"You'll love them just as much no matter what," I said thinking of Jon.

"How's Jon? I'm sure Megan's passing was pretty hard on him too."

"Doing better. Actually, moving to Bacchus Springs did amazing things for
him. He's doing great in college, has a good summer job, and made some
good friends."

"I'm glad."

"Why don't we talk about the position and what we're doing here? If you
decide you're interested, we can bring Dex and the boys for a visit and
try and sell them on the place."

We spent the next hour going through all my standard interview questions
and discussed the work Bacchus wanted my department to handle. The more I
talked to Chloe, the more I had to agree with Bacchus - she was a good
fit. Both for Bacchus Springs as well as the company. I also noticed that
as we got closer and closer to wrapping up the business talk, my body was
ready to carry out Bacchus's orders.

I wasn't sure if Bacchus had said something to Chloe or planted a
compulsion, but her thoughts and attention had become much more lustful.
While I hadn't known she had a thing for me, she wasn't trying to hide it
now.

"Chloe, I don't have any more questions unless you do. Next step will be
to meet with Bacchus, the gentleman who escorted you in."

"Mm-hm." Chloe licked her lips and slid off her jacket, scooting to the
edge of the couch.

[W]

I gave up trying to fight. "Chloe, take off your panties and lean over my
desk."

She kicked off her shoes and did exactly that, tossing them on the floor
as she hiked up her skirt baring her ass.

I wasn't sure how specific Bacchus's command had been, but I was going to
try to keep some control. I grabbed the lube and pulled out my dick,
before squirting some on my hands and working into her back door.

"I don't do that, David," Chloe said nervously.

"YOU DO NOW, CHLOE." I pushed and got my first taste of her lust. I lubed
my dick and fingered her a bit before I pushed in. She gasped and
squirmed, but I went slow until I'd breached the ass no man had visited
before.

"It's okay, Chloe. You love taking it up the ass. You love taking dick;
however you can get it. Even better would be taking it in every hole and
both hands." I pushed the lust into her tweaking and forming her desires.
Unlike compulsion, the changes brought about by the lust wouldn't fade.

I began to feed in earnest and managed to eventually bury all twelve
inches in her guts. Yeah, she'd never have an issue taking it up the ass.
As I got into my rhythm, I thought again about Candy and the pictures I'd
seen of Dex and the twins. I let my mind slide into hers and topped off
her need to be fucked. Then I searched and found a place to hook in the
new fetish. I anchored her new-found voyeurism and began to fill it with
the lust I was feeding back into her.

"That's the way Chloe, you love watching men have sex with men. But what
really turns you on and gets you so fucking hot is watching 'your' men
get fucked. Watching Dex servicing dick with his mouth and ass. Watching
your boys sucking and riding cocks. You love watching your men pleasured
by other men." I filled her new fetishes with lust until they were
overflowing. Using the lust was even more powerful than my compulsion
because it took root and grew, becoming part of Chloe needs.

"Ugh!" Chloe cried as I bottomed out in the tight ass over and over
again, flesh smacking against flesh.

I didn't even try to hold back my orgasm and filled her ass with my load.
I pulled out and looked at the gaping pucker with my jizz dripping out. I
grabbed the panties from the floor and used them to wipe her up.

"Damn," I muttered as I realized the compulsion wasn't satisfied. Well,
fuck. I balled up the cum soaked panties and shoved them in her mouth as
I pushed into the wetness of her other hole.

Chloe squealed and tried to move away from the invasion. I pulled back,
realizing it wasn't her fault. She didn't ask for this, nor did she
deserve pain just because I was pissed at Bacchus. I slowed down and
worked my way in. She was tighter than I expected and I'd only gotten
about half my dick buried before I hit a barrier. I knew women varied in
depth just like men varied in size. I reached around to distract her as I
slowly kept pushing. It took a while, but I finally managed to open her
up. Guess that also answered my question on whether my magic worked on
women like it did men.

"OH, GOD. You're so fucking huge!" Chloe cried out as I took her.

I continued to feed on her lust, pushing it back into her and making sure
that she would adapt to Bacchus Springs. While watching her men take
dicks might be her favorite, I decided that Dex could use a reality check
as well and gave Chloe another kink - making Dex watch as other men
fucked her.

It wasn't long until she was thrashing in her first orgasm. I continued
to pound her into the desk giving her multiple aftershocks to the point
she was limp and moaning around the panties. I came, buried deep inside
her and remembered to use my powers to keep her from getting pregnant.
That would have been a mess, for sure. I pulled out and let my cum drip
from her well-fucked holes. I took the panties from her and set them
aside.

[END-W]

"You won't need those when you meet Bacchus." I helped her pull herself
back together and ushered her to Bacchus's office. It might have been a
little childish on my part, but he did use his compulsion on me to make
me do something I didn't want to do. And he made me "enjoy" it - that was
taking things too far. So delivering Chloe with my seed dripping out of
her was appropriate. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist.


*   Scene 6   *
Daniel Ward

"Well come on in. Don't just stand out there," Ethan yelled.

"You sure it's okay?" I asked stepping into the Martinez's.

"Sure, I live here now. Besides David and Jon both like you and anyway
they won't be home for a couple of hours. We've got lots of time before
graduation."

"You sure you wouldn't rather go with the other guys for ice cream?" I
asked.

"Hm? Let me think, ice cream or hot sex with you? Jeez, that is a close
one."

"Shut up." I felt the heat rushing to my face. I still wasn't sure where
Ethan and I were relationship-wise, but I did think he was a hunk and I'd
never turn down sex with him.

"Let's go up to my room," Ethan beckoned as he headed to the stairs.

I stepped in to his bedroom and looked around. It was a big room and was
nicely done but rather bare. I recognized the furniture from our store.
"Where's all your stuff?"

"Still at the old place. I just moved what I needed for now. Pretty sure
we'll be moving in permanently before too long." Ethan began stripping,
and I stood still and watched. We had similar builds, but Ethan was a
little darker gold than me and his cock and ass were perfection.

"You not going to get undressed?" Ethan asked throwing his stuff aside
and pulling down the cover on the bed.

"I was enjoying the view."

Ethan smiled and thrust his hips then did a slow turn. "Yeah, and what do
you like?"

"Everything." It was true, Ethan was stunning, and I could see what he'd
look like someday as well. He'd look just like Coach Jensen. A model-
worthy hunk.

"Well, get undressed 'cause I like looking at you too."

I stripped quickly and froze when I saw the heat in Ethan's gaze. He
walked up to me slowly, putting his hands on my hips as he leaned in and
kissed me. I pressed into him aware of his hard cock pressing against my
own.

He turned me around and pushed me down onto the king-sized bed. He
crawled up my body, laying gentle kisses on my skin. "Hm... where to
start?" He was straddling my hips, and my cock was pressed against his
ass. He lifted and lowered, rubbing against me. He ran his hands over my
chest and started teasing my nipples.

"I'm up for whatever you want." I stared up into his green eyes and
thanked God for allowing me the chance to be with Ethan.

"Yeah? So what do you like best? Giving or taking?"

"You first," I said. I had no delusions about me being Ethan's "only." I
mean he lived with David and Jon, and I knew he and his dad did stuff.
Some of the things he'd told me made me think he'd been with others too.

"Depends on who I'm with. I have a bit of a daddy kink if you didn't
guess and I love getting fucked by older men. But I also like topping if
it's the right guy. You're the right guy by the way, and I like doing
both. I'd love to fuck you again, and I'd love to ride your dick and have
you fuck me. So..."

"I like both too. So maybe we do a flip-fuck?" I held my breath waiting
for a reaction.

"Yeah, and when we've got more time, we can just take turns and fuck all
night."

I pulled Ethan down and kissed him. I couldn't believe this was
happening. Ethan broke the kiss and spun around, not even pausing before
his mouth was wrapped around my dick.

I gasped and squeezed my eyes closed. Damn, was he good. When I caught my
breath, I opened my eyes again and saw the most amazing sight - Ethan's
hard-on and balls were hanging above my face. I stuck out my tongue,
catching the drip of pre-cum and then he lowered himself enough that I
took Ethan into my mouth.

"Mmm. I like this," Ethan muttered as he came off my cock and began
licking up the sides.

We adjusted positions, and in no time we had our cocks buried in each
other's throats, sucking and fucking like mad. I realized I was close to
coming and tapped Ethan's side. He pulled off of me with a "plop."

"I'm close," I said quickly before returning to his dick.

Ethan gently withdrew and spun around before kissing me. I'd barely had
time to process before I felt him pressing the wet heat of his pucker
against my cock. Seconds later, he had taken me in and slid all the way
down until he was sitting flush against my hips. I was impressed, it took
me a lot longer and a lot more effort to mount Caleb like that.

"You fit perfectly." Ethan slowly lifted and sank back down. He was so
tight, and seeing his ripped body flexing as he took me was the hottest
thing ever. "There are advantages to dating a guy with experience."

"Yeah?" It was the most I could get out with how good he felt.

"Mm-hm. Living with a couple of sex gods and getting fucked senseless
almost every night does build up your skills."

"Not nice to brag." Fuck, I was so jealous. I'd had the pleasure of those
sex gods, and he was getting them all the time. Probably getting Coach
Jensen and Jake Donaldson too. Lucky bastard.

"But you get the benefits of my training." Ethan started moving faster,
expertly milking my cock with his ass as he pinched and pulled on my
nipples. I was already close and realized that while I enjoyed fucking
Caleb, there was something different about Ethan.

Ethan stopped moving and slowly lifted, squeezing me extra tight as he
slid off. "You've got an amazing fuck stick, Dan. I like having you
inside me. Next time I want you to breed me. I want to feel you cum
inside me."

He kissed me as he rolled my hips and I felt his slick fingers teasing my
opening before his fingers slid inside. I gasped into the kiss and held
on to him tighter. The kiss became more heated, and his fingers were
sliding in and out of me.

"Such an amazing ass, Dan."

I bit at his lips and lifted to get his fingers in deeper.

"I think someone's ready," Ethan said as he broke the kiss and leaned
back to lube himself. Then he was back, his cock pressing firmly at my
entrance.

His cock popped through, and he held still as I breathed through the
burn, and then I wrapped my legs around him to pull him in. His lips
captured mine, and his tongue began exploring as his cock worked its way
deeper and deeper inside me.

"Mmm," I groaned at the pleasure feeling him fill me and rub against my
spot sending waves of pleasure through my body. Maybe Ethan was right -
maybe being with an experienced lover really did have advantages, because
he sure knew how to make me feel good.

I wrapped my arms and legs around Ethan as he pounded my ass. I could
already feel the sensation building in my core and knew I'd be blowing my
load in no time. His kissing became frantic, and he was fucking me harder
and faster.

"UGGGHHH!" I cried out as my release exploded between us. The hot, wet
eruption squirted between our bodies, volley after volley of my cum
between us. There were fireworks behind my eyes - maybe not stars but
pretty damned close.

Ethan slammed into me hard and gasped, and I swear I could feel the heat
of his seed filling me. I hung on wrapping myself around him and flexing
my ass to milk out the last drops.

"Fuck, dude..." Ethan moaned into my neck.

I startled at the sound of soft clapping. I opened my eyes and looked
past Ethan. David was standing in the doorway with a big smile.

"That was hot, guys. Need some help with clean up?" David asked as he
pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.

I was still in my post-orgasmic stupor so just stared as he stripped and
climbed on the bed with us. He tipped Ethan's head and kissed him.

"Hey..." Ethan's voice came out as no more than a whisper.

"Hey, back. You could have told me you were bringing home treats. I'd
have been here sooner."

"Why are you home early?" Ethan asked. He sat up, and I could see my
sticky spend spread over his muscled chest and abs. His cock was still
firmly embedded in my ass and wasn't showing signs of going soft.

"Rough day. But it is looking much better now." David leaned in and
licked over Ethan's chest, sucking on his nipples before he moved on,
licking up my cum. He then smiled at me and began licking my chest clean
as well.

I whimpered a little when Ethan pulled out. He was still hard, and it
left me feeling empty. I watched in surprise as he crawled forward still
straddling me and laid his stiff prick against my lips.

"Go ahead, Dan. Lick him clean. You might even get another load out of
him if you try," David said.

I opened my mouth and let Ethan in. I'd just started sucking when I felt
David's arms wrap around my thighs. He lifted me and then his mouth and
tongue were on my hole.

"Oh, God!" I gasped around Ethan's dick. David was felching my ass like
it was the best thing ever. I took Ethan back into my mouth and sucked
with all I had. The ability to think was long gone, and when I felt
David's monster cock nudging my used hole, I knew it was only going to
get better.

"That's the way, Danny. RELAX and LET ME IN." David's voice sent a wave
of heat and lust through me, and I felt him slide home.

"Yes!" I cried out as he bottomed out and filled me in the best possible
way. Ethan adjusted his position and slid his dick back into my mouth.
Yes, I was in my happy place, and I was going to enjoy every second.

>> END CHAPTER FOURTEEN <<


Please donate to Nifty! If you enjoyed this story or the many other great
works available on Nifty, please help keep this service available and
make a supporting donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story. Comments,
questions, and feedback are welcome. I have a notification list for when
new chapters of Bacchus Springs are posted to Nifty. If you'd like to be
included, let me know. Feedback and requests for notification can be sent
to me at trippsavidge@gmail.com.

Shout out of thanks to my beta readers: Bill and Mark. They helped bring
you a better story.

CHARACTERS / GLOSSARY:

* Bacchus - (As named by the Romans) Also sometimes known as Dionysus. He
is the Greek the god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, food and
consumption, fertility, theatre, and ecstasy and is the protector of
those who do not belong in conventional society. His wine, music, and
dance free his followers from inhibitions, self-conscious fears, and
worries to allow them to break from oppressive restraints. Legend has
that he is the son of Zeus. His wife is Ariadne.
* Bailey-Parks, Drake - Attorney specializing in contract law. Married to
Ross Bailey-Parks. Interviewing at Bacchus Industries.
* Barker, Calvin - chef at the Resort and Spa
* 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.
* Castile, Marc - pediatrician, partner of Trent
* Castle, Paula - friend of Tabitha Ward.
* Cavanaugh, Brian - Attorney, nephew of Troy. Specializing in
Corporate/Contract law and interviewing at Bacchus Industries.
* Cavanaugh, Josh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh
* Cavanaugh, Kennedy - College student, Son of Troy Cavanaugh. Betrothed
to Jake
* Cavanaugh, Troy - Servant of Bacchus, Mayor of Bacchus Springs, Married
to Bobbie, father of Josh
* Cokesbury, Edith - Secretary/Assistant for David Martinez at Bacchus
Industries. Long-term employee.
* Dara, Chetana - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, daughter of Rakesh,
Sister of Sinha
* Dara, Rakesh - A servant of Bacchus, Manager of the Bacchus Springs
Resort and Spa, father of Sinha and Chetana
* Dara, Sinha, - 'Sin'- A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, son of Rakesh,
Brother of Chetana
* Devon - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus
* Donaldson, Benjamin, 'Ben', 'Benny' - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus.
College student, brother to Jake, parents are Brad and Catherine
* Donaldson, Brad - Owns the health club Mufflers, married to Catherine,
father of Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Catherine - 'Cathy,' A nurse, married to Brad, mother to
Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Jake - A servant of Bacchus, college student, brother to
Benjamin, parents are Brad and Catherine, soul mate to Jon Martinez
* Ferrari, Elmo, MD - The primary family doctor in Bacchus Springs. He
assists Bacchus with assessments of youth after completing they've
completed puberty.
* Fox, Chloe West - attorney interviewing to work for David, was once
Megan Martinez's best friend. Married to Dexter Fox with twin sons from a
previous marriage.
* Freyer, Jackson - Real Estate mogul from Albany, having a fling with
Ben Donaldson. Had intended to buy Bart's Barn.
* Green, Carson - student and a busboy at the Springs Diner
* Grendle, Archibald, tailor. Older gentlemen with a socially
unacceptable taste in sexual partners.
* Hamlin, Barbara - Bacchus's secretary. Grandmother type with gray hair,
slender and well dressed.
* Harris, Ford - Servant of Bacchus, Owner and operator of Bacchus
Construction
* Heather - Nymph with a curvy build, thick blond hair and green eyes
* Jamal - Shifter and guard for Bacchus, one of Hade's junior hounds
* Jensen, Dean - Servant of Bacchus, Investments Broker/Banker, married
to Kelly, father of Ethan and Emma, soul mate to David Martinez
* Jensen, Emma - Student, daughter of Dean and Kelly, older sister of
Ethan
* Jensen, Ethan - Student, son of Dean and Kelly, younger brother of Emma
* Jensen, Kelly - Teacher, Wife of Dean and mother of Ethan and Emma.
Banished to serve Hades in the underworld.
* Kapshaw, Martha - Executive Chef for Bacchus Resort and Spa as well as
Dion's.
* Kayla - Nymph with a voluptuous build, dark hair and pale milky white
skin
* Keller, Grant - Attorney specializing in Criminal Law interviewing at
Bacchus Industries.
* Ketler, Grant - Bellman at Bacchus Springs Resort & Spa, rising senior
in college
* Laurenzano, Roberto Grayson - 'Grayson' - attorney interviewing to work
for David. Married.
* 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.
* Mays, Cortland - Owner and chef of Springs Diner in Bacchus Springs.
Friend of Dean.
* Pappetti, Loius - Director of Corporate Real Estate for Bacchus
Industries. Married.
* Prentice, Drew - Accountant/Finance Officer at Bacchus Industries.
Reports to Jeff Brentwood.
* Rice, Kristen - front desk supervisor at Bacchus Springs Resort & Spa
* Rufus - Shifter and guard for Bacchus, one of Hade's junior hounds
* Russo, Bella - Baker and mother of Ronnie
* Russo, Ronnie - Servant of Bacchus, Baker and owner of Sinful Delights,
son of Bella
* Satyrs - Servants of Bacchus. Through an arrangement with Pan, Bacchus
has a version of the Faun's as servants. Similar to Pan's fauns but
without the goat's legs and tail and more human in appearance. They are
long-lived and have unusual powers of seduction. The satyrs are: Benny,
Blaze, Chetana (f), Devon, Elijah, Jinho, Juan Carlo, Julian, Matthew,
Sinha "Sin", and Victor.
* Simmons, Candy - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Warren with two
teenaged children
* Simmons, Warren - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Candy with two
teenaged children
* St. Anthony's - a hospital and insane asylum outside of Bacchus Springs
* Tanner, Brooks MD - doctor visiting Bacchus Springs for a Continuing
Education conference.
* Tanner, Tiffany - wife of Brooks Tanner.
* Ward, Caleb - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and younger brother
of Daniel.
* Ward, Daniel - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and older brother
of Caleb. Ward's Furniture Store.
* Ward, James - Manager of Ward's Furniture Store, son of Bartholomew,
owner of Ward's Furniture. Brother of Oscar, Phillip, and Ronald Ward.
Father of Daniel & Caleb. Wife is Tabitha.
* Ward, Tabitha - office manager of Ward's Furniture. Mother of Daniel
and Caleb and wife of James.