Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2021 17:59:07 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 22: View to a Thrill

This is a work of fiction and contains scenes of explicit gay sex. Any
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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 22 View to a Thrill
by Tripp Savidge

*   Scene 1   *
Ethan Jensen

"Perfect." I slid the creamy scrambled eggs onto my plate and then
buttered and cut the toast, triangles of course. Sometimes I missed
waking up to Mom making breakfast for me, then I'd remember the selling
me to hell deal. I double-checked to make sure I'd turned off the stove.
It had taken me a while to get used to the professional gas range, but
now I loved it.

The kitchen was still quiet. I wasn't usually up early, but I hadn't
slept well. I no longer liked sleeping by myself. The bed was great, and
I loved my new room, but I might have to admit to being a cuddle slut.
That just made me worry about Dan. I hoped he was okay. I was supposed to
go to his house for dinner so I'd get to see for myself later.

"Hey, jerk." Emma went straight to the coffee maker, then dropped some
bread in the toaster. Did she thank me for starting the pot? Of course
not.

"No Sin again?" The eggs turned out well, better than Mom's. Maybe it was
the dollop of heavy cream? We never used to have stuff like that in the
house.

"I'm trying to slow things down. He's a bit...hm...addictive? The man is
truly gifted, but I can sort of tell he's not really into it, ya' know?"

"Yeah. It's that whole curse thing Dad was telling us about. Then again,
big dick." I knew I had a dorky grin on my face, but God, Sin was
gorgeous and yeah, drool-worthy cock.

Emma gave a nervous laugh. "That's another reason to cut back. Between
Sin and Eros, I'll get unrealistic expectations. I keep reminding myself
that looks and size aren't everything."

It was my turn to laugh. "Good luck with that." Tea-I needed tea. I got
up and started the kettle and got the cup ready. "How's work?

"It's not for me. I mean, it's not terrible, but I'm not cut out to be a
teacher or daycare worker. Not sure how Kennedy does it. And the parents
are..." Emma shuddered.

"Something happen?"

"When doesn't something happen? Yesterday, one of the mothers-with her
toddler still in her arms-offered to eat me out. Right there! In front of
everyone! I was so embarrassed. Another couple invited me for a
threesome."

"Aphrodite might have overdone it." I felt bad for my sister. Her life
had been more than a little awkward since the goddess of love gave her an
upgrade. She couldn't go anywhere without getting stares, if not outright
propositions. "Kennedy getting any better about it? When I was over there
Sunday, she seemed broody."

"Not really. She's always been insecure, but it's gotten worse. It drives
her crazy that Jon's so much prettier than she is, and then when..." Emma
waved her hand up her body. "This happened, it pushed her over the edge.
In her head, she's the pretty one. I know you don't notice girls, but
Ashley has become a knockout since she started trying to impress Jon."

"Which moves Kennedy to being the plain one." I could see it.

Emma glanced at her watch and quickly put her cup and plate in the
dishwasher. "Gotta go. See you later, squirt!"

I wondered how things would go when Jake and Kennedy were together as I
made my tea. Didn't seem like there was any way it would be a good thing.
We had a nice routine, and I hated to see her come in and mess up our
vibe. Ashley seemed to fit right in, but Kennedy?

"Hey, buddy." Dad came up behind me and hugged me, ruffling my hair.

"Hey, where's David?" I made another piece of toast before sitting at the
table.

"He went for a run-speaking of." Dad turned to look as the back door
opened.

Oh, God. That is just too hot for words. David's half-naked body
glistened with sweat, his compression running shorts showing off his
awesome body as well as the large snake crawling down his leg. He wiped
his face with his shirt, his hair damp and starting to curl.

"Morning, guys. Shit, I'm out of shape. I need to start running more and
get back to the gym. I shouldn't be this whupped."

"I could help you with the shower. Maybe lick you clean?" Oh, damn, I
would love to lick every inch.

"Back off, slut. He's mine first." Dad glared with a possessiveness I
didn't see often.

I was proud of him. David had done amazing things for my dad. He smiled
more and seemed happier than I ever remembered, and he'd also developed a
wicked sense of humor. It made me wonder if "she" had done that to him. I
felt like I was seeing the real Dad for the first time. I was determined
that I'd never let someone hold me back or stifle the "real" me.

Dad and David kissed, and oddly, it made me feel really good inside.

"Love you." Dad cupped David's cheek.

"Love you too. Have a good day, and I'll see you after work." David gave
Dad another quick kiss then came over to me. "Hey, sexy boy." David's
breath tickled my ear before he kissed my neck. "Why didn't you have Josh
stay over? He's welcome anytime, and you never have him visit."

I watched Dad leave, and when my dick released my brain, I could form
words. "He's not allowed. Mr. Cavanaugh is freaky jealous, and Josh can't
do sleepovers or visit friend's houses-even if the parents are home."

"That's weird." David stood back and gave me a questioning look.

"No, weird is telling Josh that his 'special hole' is only for him."

"What? Okay, not weird, that qualifies as creepy. And I thought you and
Josh were like friends with benefits."

"Oh we mess around and do blowjobs and stuff, and I can rim him as long
as I don't finger him or fuck him."

"That doesn't seem like the Bacchus Springs' way."

"Josh would agree, and he's kind of hoping Bacchus will intervene. I
guess a while back Mr. Cavanaugh pissed him off, and Josh got to spend
the weekend at the mansion. He said it was the absolute best and Bacchus
fucked his 'special hole' so much he wasn't sure he could walk. But Mr.
Cavanaugh got even more protective after that, and Josh is feeling like a
prisoner."

"Oh...that sucks. Troy has seemed okay around me, and he was here over
the weekend. He was okay with you, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, pretty much the same as always. Maybe a little hornier, and I
think he was thrown off by Dad's new look." Okay, maybe I'd at least got
the seed planted. I had hoped David would ask more about Josh. I'd
promised to see if I could get him or Jon to intercede. Josh was going
crazy not being able to get fucked.

"You have plans for today?" David asked.

"Not until dinner at Dan's. Do you think Dad would let me get a summer
job?"

"I don't know why he wouldn't. Is there something I don't know?" David
asked.

"Mom was dead set against it. But it gets boring. Most of my friends are
working or have other stuff going on."

David was quiet a moment. "I think you should come up with some ideas and
maybe even check around for what's available. Biggest challenge is
probably transportation. If your dad didn't have to do client visits, he
could walk and let you have the car. Depending on what you find, we may
be able to work something out."

"Thanks."

David kissed my temple and headed up the back stairs. I watched his ass
as he left. No way could I think of him as "Uncle David" anymore. Emma
thought we should come up with a "dad" alternative since he was soon to
be our step-dad. I hadn't thought of anything that fit. He sure didn't
give off a papa vibe.

I heard Jon and Jake before they came into the kitchen. Jake was already
dressed for work at the gym, and Jon was in sleep pants. He turned his
gaze on me as soon as they were in the room. I swear my cock started
dripping, and my ass clenched. He was giving me the look.

"Breathe, Ethan. You look like a deer caught in the headlights." Jake
looked back over his shoulder. "You too, Jon. Take a deep breath and cool
your jets. Eat breakfast, then you can convince your little bro to take
care of you."

I felt like a spell had been broken. I almost gasped and tried to hide it
by sipping my tea.

"You ought to come to the gym and work out, Ethan. I'll be glad to spot
you, and I can show you some routines if you let me know where you want
to bulk up." Jake talked as he poured himself a bowl of cereal.

"I guess. I'm sort of nervous."

"Nothing to be nervous about. Maybe you can start going with me. I'm sure
Dad would be glad to help too. I know he's trying to convince your dad to
start working out with him. We'll all help," Jon said.

"You've got the build for it, Ethan. Pretty sure if you want, you could
be as buff as your dad." Jake winked with the spoon of cereal almost to
his mouth.

"I'll think about it."

"Have you met Jake's dad?" Jon asked the question innocently enough, but
there was something in his tone.

Jake laughed. "Oh, fuck. He'd trip over his own feet to get his hands on
Ethan. You'd have a dedicated personal trainer who'd also offer you a
very happy ending to your workout."

"Wait..." I looked between the two of them. "My kind of happy ending?"

"Oh yeah. He's versatile and very skilled. He's also a bodybuilder.
Older, experienced, nice dick, great ass."

"Fine, fine, you convinced me. I'll come to the gym. But take it easy on
me, okay?"

"Of course." Jake cleaned up his stuff and gave Jon a quick kiss before
he left. Jon was finishing his breakfast, and those dark eyes turned to
me, and a smile spread across his face.

"You um...need something, big brother?"

Jon stood and slid off his sleep pants. I tried my best not to moan. He
strutted over to me, pushed my chair back, and straddled me, settling
himself in my lap. He gripped the back of my head and smashed our mouths
together. I could still taste the cereal on his tongue as it tried to
climb down my throat.

He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. "I need your dick,
little bro. I want you to fuck me."

Not at all what I expected, but parts of me were certainly interested.
Especially when Jon pulled me out and wrapped his hand around my cock.

"Uh...sure."

*   Scene 2   *
Gary Walsh

"Really? Isn't there anyone else you can call in? This is my only day
off," Kris said into the phone. "Yeah, yeah. Fine. I'll be there." Kris
ended the call and hit the table with his fist.

"Everything okay?"

"No, it's not fucking okay. I've got to work today, and I had plans with
Xavier." Kris stormed off, I assumed to change.

I stared into my coffee for a minute, and my phone pinged. I pulled it
out and groaned when I saw the image pop up.

"What the fuck?" I muttered and quickly deleted the text. Not that it did
any good. If the past week had been any indication, I'd get another one
tomorrow. Might even be the same picture, but most likely a new one, a
video, or both. I tried tracking the number, even blocking it, nothing
worked. Someone was determined that I'd never forget last weekend.

Kris came back wearing a tank top with the pool company's logo and a pair
of skimpy shorts. He walked over to stand beside my chair, slid his
shorts down, and pulled his dick out of his speedo.

"Suck it. I can at least get off before I go." Kris held his dick toward
my face.

I desperately wanted to refuse, to say no and push him away. I hated what
was happening to me, and it horrified me that my mouth watered and I got
hard just looking at the cock in front of me.

"Come on, bitch. I don't have all day."

I closed my eyes and took him into my mouth. His cock hardened
immediately, and he began thrusting. He grabbed my ears and pushed into
my throat and moaned. I was sucking my son's cock. Me, Gary Walsh,
straight pussy loving man, had a guy's dick in his mouth. How could I
enjoy this? What happened to me? I savored the taste of his pre-cum and
sucked harder.

"That's the way. You know you want it."

Fuck, fuck. I did want it. I was already looking forward to having his
jizz. He fucked my face harder, not even giving me a chance to catch my
breath as he pushed into my throat each time. I felt his cock thicken and
get even harder seconds before he was shooting. The first few went
directly down my throat and fortunately, I didn't choke. Then he pulled
back enough to fill my mouth.

"I know how much you like it."

Kris never used to talk to me this way. The weekend had changed so many
things. He still blamed me and his mother for what went down. How could I
explain something I didn't even understand myself? I'd seen the videos.
Our mysterious benefactor was so kind as to share not only my humiliation
but Kris's as well. Then I'd started getting pictures of Anna with other
women. I was beyond shocked, as if getting arrested wasn't enough.

Kris put himself back together and poured a cup of coffee. "You hear
anything from the lawyer?"

"Nothing new since yesterday. It doesn't look good for your mom. He's
advising we should try for a plea deal. Said the evidence is
overwhelming, and we've got a snowballs' chance in hell. They won't
approve bail. Best we can hope for is a lesser sentence."

"Shit. This is so fucked up. What was she thinking? It's going to be all
over the news. Bad enough all my best friends now think I'm a gay slut;
how am I going to face people when all this comes out?"

"We'll deal with it one day at a time. The lawyer is trying to keep
things as low-key as he can. We don't have any control over the feds or
the D.A."

"What about us?"

"Fortunately, the house is in my name, and we had separate bank accounts.
Not a guarantee, but it doesn't sound like they're going for financial
penalties. It doesn't keep the victims from coming after her in civil
court. I have them looking at what we can do to distance ourselves."

"What a shitshow. I've got to go. I'll try and let Xavier know what
happened, but he's terrible about texts and answering his phone. If he
shows up, tell him I got pulled in to work, and I'll talk to him later."
Kris grabbed his keys and left.

Shitshow. That was an understatement. I buried my face in my hands. I
didn't even know where to begin. I'd canceled office hours for the week,
but it wasn't a big deal since I wasn't teaching any summer classes. I
half expected the university to call about Anna, but then again, I wasn't
sure that the charges had been made public yet.

I'd racked my brain to try and figure out what went wrong. How could
things have gone so spectacularly off the rails? It didn't help that both
Kris and I had blocks of time we couldn't remember and other times that
were hazy. I'd have never voluntarily... I shook my head, remembering how
I'd sobbed when I watched the first video. Me begging to be fucked.

I still had trouble wrapping my head around it. The evidence had been
there. Not just the video but the amount of jizz in my ass or how much
was crusted on my body. The cum soaked sheets and mattress, my sore jaw,
and how raw my throat was. I wanted to think it would never happen again.
Too bad my body didn't agree. I finished the coffee and decided to get
back to work.

I grabbed the cleaning supplies and walked into the living room. It still
reeked of sex even after cleaning it twice already. Monday morning, I'd
come downstairs to find crusted spots on the upholstery and dried spooge
smeared all over the coffee table. Not to mention the solo cups, food,
and trash. The coffee table was clean now, but my mind's eye still saw it
like before. I was tempted just to throw it out. Every time I looked at
it, I was reminded of the clip with Kris on his back while his friends
fucked him. Even worse, the image got me hard.

I lost track of time as I cleaned again. Some of the throw pillows I'd
thrown in the washer and hoped for the best. One run through hadn't been
enough. I managed to get most of the fabric cleaned, and I even re-
bleached the coffee table. It had to be the carpet. Maybe if I rented a
steam cleaner. I was about to take a break when the doorbell rang.
Opening the door, I saw Xavier, Kris's roommate. Damn, he was tall.

"Xavier."

"Mr. Walsh. Kris and I are going to hang today."

"Didn't he get a hold of you? He was called into work." I had to take a
step back as the young black man stepped past me into the house.

"Fuck. Really?" Xavier scowled, then turned and looked at me. His eyes
went up and down my body before he smirked. His hand trailed down his
chest to his crotch, and he adjusted himself, drawing my eyes to his
large bulge. He nudged me out of the way and closed the door, throwing
the deadbolt.

"What?" I was getting nervous. The look on his face was predatory. I had
flashbacks to the weekend of his big black cock in my mouth and ass. It
wasn't one you could forget.

"Kris was going to take care of me, but hey, one Walsh pussy is as good
as another."

"Xavier, I don't-"

He backed me against the door, his hands grabbed my nipples through my
shirt and twisted them. I let out a moan and had to concentrate to keep
standing.

"Oh, yeah. I remember what a slut you are. You wanna do it here or go up
and use the bed? Your choice."

"I'm not-"

Xavier's hand moved to my crotch, and he squeezed my dick.

"Don't deny it. You're already hard. I know you want my big cock in your
ass. Bet you've missed me, haven't you?"

"Please." I was having trouble thinking with Xavier squeezing my dick. I
knew I should push back, but he was right. I wanted it. I wanted him to
use me and fuck me.

"No need to beg." Xavier took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom.
The one I'd finally gotten the smell out of. He pushed me back on the
bed.

"Get yourself ready." Xavier began to undress as I grabbed the lube and
made a quick trip to the bathroom to make sure I was clean. I hung my
clothes up on the back of the door and came back out naked.

"Better. Get on your hands and knees."

"Do you want me to suck you first?" I cringed as I realized I'd said it
out loud. My filters were gone. If I weren't so horny, I'd have probably
been frozen in terror. It was like my body was acting on its own. I
licked my lips as I stared at the huge dark cock in front of me.

Xavier pushed me to my knees and put his big black dick to my lips. I
opened my mouth and took him in without a thought. Having his teen cock
in my mouth felt right, and no matter how much the voice screamed in the
back of my head, I wanted this.

I sucked him for a while, managing to get most of his length down my
throat. I don't know when I lost my gag reflex, but there was no
questioning that it was gone. I loved how full it felt having him all the
way in. He tasted so good.

"That's enough. No wonder Kris is such a good cock sucker. Must be
genetic. Get on the bed so I can fuck you."

I wasn't sure why he was being so bossy. Kris and I were pretty sure that
all the guys received photos and videos from that night. If the ones we
knew about were any example, they were the most humiliating and
embarrassing moments. Kris said the first one Zander received was of him
impaled on Xavier's cock with a look of euphoria on his face and his own
dick, rock hard.

I felt Xavier grip my ass cheeks and spread them before his tongue lapped
at my hole. I bit my lip to keep from making any embarrassing sounds. It
didn't stop me from lifting up to meet his tongue. How had I gone my
whole life and never experience this incredible pleasure? Sure it
bothered me, but not enough to stop him. By the time he pulled back, I
was already a goner. If he didn't fuck me soon, I'd be begging.

He didn't make me wait. I felt the heat of his cock, then the slow burn
and finally that glorious full feeling. That massive prong was inside me.
I flexed and slid back and forth fucking myself since he wasn't moving.

"Yeah, you are a cock slut. Milk me with that mancunt. Nice... You and
Kris have such tight holes."

We went for a while before Xavier got impatient and pushed me down on the
bed. His full weight pinned me, and he began slamming into me and
grinding his cock deep and hard. I was wrecked by that point, only able
to focus on chasing my own pleasure. It became a pretty rough fuck as he
got closer to cumming. When he finally stilled, I could feel his
throbbing cock inside me. I might not be able to feel him shoot his load,
but I had no doubts that was what just happened.

He pulled out and smacked my ass as he climbed off of me. "Great fuck.
You've got a sweet cunt. I'll be back later for another go. Maybe I'll
bring one of the guys with me. Bet you'd like that."

"Xavier..." I wanted to tell him no. That had to be the last time, and he
shouldn't come back or bring anyone else. Then he slid his fingers inside
me, and the words died on my tongue.

"I'll make sure word gets around. You'll get as much college dick as you
can handle." Xavier pulled his fingers out and got dressed.

I was struggling, and by the time I got it together enough to turn over,
Xavier was gone.

I turned back and buried my face into the pillow. I could feel the cold
wetness of where I'd cum from being fucked. Yet another humiliation, that
even without touching my dick, I got an orgasm from having a man inside
me. Fucked by a college jock. My son's roommate. Used like a slut. He was
going to tell his friends. He was probably going to bring one of them
back with him, and they'd both fuck me. Maybe spit-roast me. I again felt
a mix of horror and excitement at the prospect.

What the fuck was I supposed to do? I heard my phone ping.

A feeling of dread came over me as I went to the bathroom and pulled the
phone out of my jeans.

"Fuck." An image of Xavier, balls deep in my ass, filled the screen. You
could clearly see both faces, and as I looked back into the room, it had
been taken today. "How?"

I looked around the bedroom, checked the windows. The blinds were closed.
How was it even possible? Checking the angle, I started searching. There
had to be a hidden camera. Now, to find it.

*   Scene 3   *
Dan Ward

"Did you take out the garbage?"

"Yup." Caleb dropped onto the chair and crossed his arms.

I finished straightening the pillows and made one last check to ensure
everything looked good. With Paula's help, we'd managed to get everything
back in order and remove all traces of the struggle with my uncles. She'd
wanted Mom to come home to a clean house. I glanced over at Caleb who was
checking his phone.

"Nothing. Did you get a response to the texts you sent?" Caleb was
frowning. "Still can't believe he didn't even show up to bring her home
from the hospital."

"Paula's got it. I think Mom would rather have her there anyway. And no,
he never responded."

"Dude, he's been MIA since yesterday. The store's closed, and we know
shit."

"Maybe he ran?" I heard a car in the drive. "They're here."

We met Mom and Paula at the door and helped Mom onto the couch.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Paula asked.

"Please." Mom pulled us down onto the couch with her. "Thank God you are
both okay. I was so worried." She kissed Caleb on the top of the head as
she squeezed my hand.

"How are you? Did the doctor say anything more?"

"He said I'm doing well. I'll tire easily for a while and need to take it
slow, but they didn't find any permanent damage."

"I hope they lock them up in jail forever," Caleb grumbled.

"Oh, honey." Paula handed Mom a glass of lemonade and tipped Caleb's head
up to look at her. "They aren't going to jail. Bacchus told me that he
gave them to Hades."

"Hades? You mean like god of hell and the underworld and all that?" I
knew Bacchus was real, I'd met him, but Hades? Shit, the deal with
Ethan's mom. He wasn't exaggerating. Did that mean-

The doorbell rang, and I jumped up to answer it. I had no idea who might
be visiting.

"Uh. Bacchus, sir..." I bowed as soon as I saw who it was.

"No need for that, Dan. May we come in?"

Crap. I was still standing in the doorway acting like a dolt. "Sure." It
wasn't until I stepped back that I saw Rufus was behind him. He placed a
reassuring hand on my shoulder as he passed.

"Don't get up," Bacchus said as he stepped inside. "May I?" He gestured
to one of the chairs.

"Of course. Welcome, Bacchus, Rufus," Mom said.

"I'm sorry to intrude like this. I know you just arrived home," Bacchus
said.

"It's fine. I'm doing okay."

"Thank you again for helping Tabby. The doctors said it made all the
difference," Paula said as she sat in my spot beside Mom and took her
hand.

"Unfortunately, there are some things we need to talk about that can't
wait. I thought you'd want to know that James's brothers will no longer
be a problem. They will be serving penance with Hades until they move on.
They are not coming back."

"Paula told me that part in the hospital. It's no more than they
deserve." I'd never heard Mom sound so cold.

"I take responsibility for it going as far as it did. I made assumptions
and did not give your concerns the merit they deserved. I did speak with
James, and for what it is worth, he was not in any way involved with the
boys kidnapping. That being said, he was far short of innocent."

"Doesn't surprise me," Paula sniped.

"What will you do with him?" Mom asked.

"For the remainder of his life, he will serve his penance in Olympus. But
please be assured, we will take care of you and the boys."

It felt like the world had just dropped out from under me. Dad was gone.
Like permanently out of our lives? What about the store? The house? How
would we pay our bills? Did that mean college was out?

I startled when I felt Rufus's hands on my shoulder. "It's going to be
okay."

I looked up to see him smiling at me. He gave a wink then went over and
whispered to Caleb who'd taken one of the other chairs. I wasn't
surprised when Rufus swapped places with Caleb and pulled my brother into
his lap. I turned back and saw that Bacchus was watching me.

"We will take care of you," Bacchus repeated.

"What does that mean?" Paula asked.

"I will explain, but there is more news. James's father, Bart, has passed
on. My people will handle his estate."

"The store..." Mom's voice cracked.

"It will not be a problem. It was left to James and will be put in your
name. The paperwork will take some time, but you should proceed as
though..." Bacchus was quiet a moment. "Proceed as though James took ill
and you're handling things. We'll come up with a cover story, and
eventually, he'll be removed from the picture, and you and Paula can go
on with your lives."

"We're not making enough to hire any more help. I'm not sure I can do it
without James." Mom sounded worried.

"I have more than enough people to help at the store. I think Blaze could
sell a grandmother her own knitting. We will get you through this, and
don't worry about money. Bart's inheritance alone will set you up for
life. I'll have David contact you for handling all the legal issues."

"So we're just pretending that James went off to rehab somewhere?" Paula
asked.

"Yes. My only caution is that I'd rather the boys not be left alone. I
know they're both more than old enough, but James's brothers were
involved with some very dangerous people. Until we are sure there's no
risk, I don't want the boys spending time during the day or night without
others around."

"You think they'll try and take them again?" Mom asked.

"We don't know. I prefer to be over cautious. Caleb and Dan are always
welcome at my estate, day or night. I'm sure they're also welcome at the
Martinez's."

"We don't need a babysitter," Caleb objected.

Rufus did not look happy and began whispering to Caleb, but I couldn't
hear what he said. I could see Caleb frowning, so that told me that my
brother didn't like whatever it was.

"I'm not saying you do. Put in a different way, wouldn't you have more
fun at my place or David's?" Bacchus's smile was a bit smug when he
looked at Caleb.

"I guess." Caleb didn't meet Bacchus's eye but did concede. Knowing about
his last trip to Bacchus's, I was more surprised he wasn't already asking
"when."

"What about their cousins? The aunts? Won't they have a claim on the
estate? What happens to them now?" Mom asked.

"I don't have all the answers yet. We are still investigating. What we
have discovered so far would lead us to believe all of the other adults
were complicit. The other young people who were being trafficked have
been taken to Olympus in the hopes that the healers can assist in their
recovery. They were too far gone for any other options. There will be no
one left who can make claims or interfere."

"That's terrible." Paula put a hand over her mouth and tears started.
"They won't ever get better?"

"Better, perhaps. But a full recovery may not be possible for all of
them. Some may have to remain in Olympus."

And do what? I wondered.

"My people will contact you about Bart's funeral. Take a few days and
keep the store closed. People won't expect you to be open anyway."

"What do I tell people about James?" Mom was starting to sound tired
again.

Bacchus was quiet a moment. "Tell them he took his father's death very
hard and needed some time away. I'll make sure the word spreads that he
checked himself into a mental health facility. That way you don't have to
say something you wouldn't otherwise share, and the community stops
asking questions. When he doesn't come back, they'll make their own
assumptions."

It freaked me out a little that it was so easy. I really didn't doubt
that it would work, especially after seeing what happened with Ethan's
mom. No one even questioned that she ran off.

"Please don't hesitate to reach out to me if you need anything." Bacchus
stood and gave a nod to Paula. He turned and looked at me with a big
grin.

"Dan, you should accompany your brother to the estate some time. I think
you'd have a very good time. You could even invite Ethan to come with
you. I'd really like you to feel comfortable there."

"Thanks." I wondered if Rufus would tell me more if I asked. I didn't
think it was an invitation to hang out in the media room and watch
movies.

Bacchus laughed - seemingly for no reason, and I felt a chill down my
spine. He couldn't read my thoughts, could he? I watched as he and Rufus
left, unsure what to do or say.

*   Scene 4   *
Jon Martinez

"...Ohhhhh, God," Grant groaned.

I was glad we'd opted to come to the guest room. Grant Morris, bellman,
and my regular work-snack was being louder than ever. I'd been hesitant
when he'd asked me if we could do things. After what went down with Mr.
Dara, I was kind of afraid he'd have issues. His response when I'd asked
was that he wanted me to make him forget the bastard.

I think he's forgotten. I bent over his beefy body and gripped his
shoulders.

"Harder! Fuck me harder! Yeah, yeah. Slam that big cock in my ass!"

I wasn't sure where the filthy-talk-bad-boy had come from. When he
started out by getting my entire dick down his throat, I was a little
worried. I'd been especially careful not to make any changes to Grant,
but somehow he had moved up on the straight to gay scale so he was now
firmly in the bisexual camp. I didn't think that was possible, but that's
what my love god powers were telling me. What was even more disconcerting
was that his desire for dick was way up. Could I have accidentally done
this?

"Come on, Jon. Fuck me. Use my ass! I want to feel it."

I gripped his shoulders and slammed into him, pulling almost out then
back in again.

"Uhhhhhhh...fuck...yeeeeeaaaaaah...right there, right there! Don't stop!
FUUUUUCK!"

I moved my arms and grabbed his hard dripping cock with one hand and
found a nipple to squeeze with the other.

"Yes! Yes! Yeeeessssss!"

I felt Grant's dick swell and kept stroking, pushing into him as far as I
could at the same time and almost ripping his tit off with how hard I was
abusing it. His ass clenched, and he started coming, one shot after
another as he cried out and slammed himself back hard onto my prick.

I'd been feeding ever since we started, and with the orgasm, it was like
drinking from a fire hose. So much lust... Since I started working at the
resort, Grant had gone from never kissing a guy to being a hard-core fuck
buddy.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. I fucking love it when your big cock is buried in my
ass. Best orgasms...ever." His voice trailed off, and he fell forward
onto the bed, breathing hard.

I grabbed a warm, wet towel from the bath and cleaned him up. He was
still conscious but not moving much. I watched him as I got dressed but
wasn't sensing that anything was wrong other than post-orgasmic bliss.

"You okay?"

"Way better than okay. Thanks, Jon. I really needed that." He struggled
to stand and began getting dressed. He looked up with a worried
expression.

"What?"

"Jon, I'm kinda scared. I've been having dreams and can't stop thinking
about dick. Do you think I turned gay?"

I knew it was the wrong response, but the laugh was out before I could
stop myself. Yes, he was "more" gay than when I started feeding from him,
but he was never straight to start with. I figured the nuances were
irrelevant, even if I had some reservations.

"Pretty sure you always were attracted to guys, or you wouldn't have
hooked up with me in the supply closet the first time."

"Oh." His confused expression was adorable. "I guess that makes sense."
He finished dressing and checked himself in the bathroom mirror. "So you
think maybe I just needed to try it to know how much I liked it?"

"Sounds like a good explanation to me." I needed to talk to Eros and ask
him. Could regularly feeding on someone's lust cause a shift or change in
desires?

Grant left, and I did a quick check of the room. Stepping out into the
hallway, I made sure the door latched.

"Hey, Jon." One of the housekeeping staff had her cart across the hall
and gave me a wave.

"Hey. Um...we kinda made a mess. Sorry."

"Oh, honey, that's okay. I've got to change the bedding and clean whether
it's used or not."

"Thanks." I felt a little funny having the staff know what was going on
in the room, but I didn't see any way to avoid it. It wasn't like I could
pass on feeding. That would be bad, and the housekeeping people I'd run
into didn't seem to be bothered.

I slipped in behind the counter and started going through the check-ins
while Kristen was helping a guest. We hadn't really talked when she'd
arrived since it happened when I was leaving for my lunch break.

Kristen turned to me when the guest left. "You look...well fed."

I resisted the urge to check my hair. I knew I'd double-checked in the
mirror before I left the room, and there was no visible evidence,
regardless of the look she was giving me.

"I did, thank you."

"So is it true? That Mr. Dara called in sick again today?" Kristen asked.

"That's what I was told by the night crew." I inwardly cringed, imagining
how sore he must be after the compulsion I'd put on him. I didn't
understand how it had lasted this long. I'd expected the next day at the
most. Dara wasn't used to ass play or taking, so I was pretty sure he'd
be feeling it, especially after three days.

Kristen and I fell into our routine, and the afternoon started to pass
quickly. It wasn't a super busy day, but there were enough guests that we
didn't get bored.

"Jon, can you get the next guest? I need to run this over to Giuseppe."

I had barely turned back to the incoming guests when I heard a squeal.

"Jon? Is that you? Oh, my GOD! Jon Martinez!"

The stunning blond had a huge grin on her face and had her arms out as if
waiting for a hug. Then it hit me. I knew her. She was shorter than I
remembered, but I had no doubts it was my Aunt Chloe.

"Aunt Chloe?" I was hesitant because I wasn't sure.

"Will you get in trouble if you come around and give me a hug? My, God!
Look at you!"

I walked around to the front and hugged my mom's best friend. I hadn't
seen her in a few years, but before that, she'd always been around.

She stepped back, still holding my arms to give me a once over. "I can't
believe how grown up you are. And goodness, do you take after your dad."
She grinned and leaned in to pretend whisper. "That's a really good
thing, hon."

"Yeah, I hear that a lot. Wow, it's been a while."

A shadow crossed her face and she frowned. "Yeah. Hey guys, come over
here."

It was my turn to grin when I saw Braden and Brody. And she said I
changed? They had to be at least a head taller than the last time I saw
them. I'd guess they were both at least six feet and no longer looked
like "boys."

"Dude!" Brody gave me a manly slap and shook my hand before Braden did
the same.

"It's been a while." I felt a little guilty as my magic went on
autopilot. I already knew that neither one was a virgin and both were
strongly on the gay side of bi. I'd never suspected growing up, but then
I had to admit I was pretty clueless and hadn't even figured out myself.

"We end up moving here, I demand a game rematch. I plan to take your
title as Playstation god," Braden said with a smile.

"Ditto. We've been practicing." Brody bumped shoulders with his brother.

"You got it. But we can talk more later; I need to get you checked in." I
glanced back and was hit with memories. With our moms being best friends,
we'd spent a lot of time together, mostly gaming and trying to entertain
ourselves while our parents did boring stuff.

"I'm still in shock." She saw I was pulling up reservations. "It should
be under my name, Chloe West-Kaelin."

"Okay, found it. You have a two-bedroom suite, checking out on Sunday. Is
that correct?"

"A suite? Cool!" Braden said and then high-fived his brother.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "It will be nice for them to have their own room.
They think they're too old to stay with Mom."

I'd be sort of pissed if Dad put me in a separate room, unless Dean was
there. I guess that would be okay-then again, if neither Jake nor Ethan
was with us, one room would be fine.

"You're so handsome when you smile." Chloe let out a big sigh.

"Four keys?" I realized that for being my Mom's age, she was very
attractive, and I tried not to think about her mentally undressing me. A
blond surfer-dude walked up and put his hand on the small of her back.

"Everything okay?"

"It is. Dexter, this is Jon Martinez, Megan and David's son. Jon, my
husband Dexter. I'm not sure that you ever met."

"We did a few times when you and Mom were still talking. I think Braden
and Brody stayed at our place when you went on dates."

"That's right. I completely forgot."

I handed her the keys and went over the amenities and schedule for
breakfast. "Let me get your package. One second."

"This place is lovely. It's sort of like a mini-vacation." Chloe gave
Dexter a quick kiss, but even not paying complete attention, my powers
told me she didn't love him. A little bit of lust, but not what I would
have expected.

"This is from Bacchus Industries. I believe it has information about the
area, the realtor you'll be working with, and other helpful tips." I
glanced at Dexter as I spoke. He wasn't paying any attention. The man was
a hunk and could easily be mistaken for a model, so I was a little
confused why there wasn't more passion.

"Thank you so much. Will you be at dinner with us tonight?" Chloe asked.

"No, that's just Dad and Dean. But I'm sure we'll see each other more
once you move. Maybe I can show the guys around and introduce them to
some people."

"That would be so sweet. Thank you!" Chloe took Dexter's arm and led them
back to the elevator lobby.

I leaned against the counter and tried to piece together what I'd picked
up. Even keeping my powers locked down, all of them had been affected.
Chloe had clearly already been marked by Bacchus. It wasn't the standard
"one of his followers" marks, but felt strongly of the god himself. No
question the husband was gorgeous and...a manwhore. I hope Dad gets to
deal with that, but even so, it shouldn't be too hard. And the twins...
Wow are they ever a fit for Bacchus Springs. I wouldn't mind helping them
adjust, that's for sure.

I laughed out loud and got back to work. It was only a few minutes later
when Calvin stopped by.

"Hey! We still on for tonight?" Calvin asked.

"Absolutely. Do you want me to pick you up or..."

"I live all the way out in Portersville, why don't I meet you somewhere?"

"My place. Here, I'll text you the address. We can decide what we're
doing once you get there. Park by the garage in the back. Does that
work?"

"Yeah. You sure your boyfriend doesn't mind?" Calvin asked.

"He's working a long shift today, and he's fine with it. Promise." I was
pleased that I'd made another friend and thought with a little nudging,
Calvin would really blossom in Bacchus Springs.

*   Scene 5   *
Braden West

I bit my lip until I saw Brody shut the door and throw the lock. Finally.

"Well?"

"This place is cool. And what the fuck happened with Jon?"

"Oh, God. Tell me. I want him to fuck me so bad I could scream. That much
hotness in one guy should be illegal!"

"Right. I always thought he was sexy, but now, fuck. It may be wishful
thinking, but I could swear he was checking us out," Brody said.

"Didn't I tell you way back that he wasn't straight? Remember when we
were watching Captain America and they opened that pod thing? He stared
at the screen with his mouth open. I called it."

Brody laughed. "Yeah, we can hope."

"Wait..." I turned to look at my brother when the thought hit. "You don't
think he got bigger, do you?" The thought was enough to make me drool.

"Oh, God!" Brody fanned himself. "Fuck. You know it's likely. Holy shit,
just imagine."

"I am, bro. My ass is clenching in excitement."

"You don't think he ever knew or caught on, do you?" Brody was sounding a
little nervous.

"Of course not. We'd have been able to tell, and I told you he never woke
up." It or I guess, they, were still on my "happy" memories list. We'd
stayed overnight at the Martinez's and Brody and I got adventurous and
managed to get Jon's sleep shorts down to his knees. We didn't get him
off, but we may have played with him, got him hard, and tasted him. Okay
so maybe that happened on a couple of sleepovers. I grinned.

"Next time I want to make him cum," Brody said as if reading my mind.

"Next time I want him to breed me, who are you kidding?"

"We don't even know if he's into guys. What if he gets all freaked out
that you and I do stuff together?"

"We need a plan. First we need to figure out if he's gay. Then we work
out a way to get close to him again. Maybe the gaming thing? After that,
we start the seduction."

Brody laughed and rubbed his hands together. "I'm in."

"Damn, I am so horny."

"Why not suck each other off, and then we can start working on the plan?"
Brody suggested, then frowned. "We don't need to trail the slut this
time, do we? You know it will only be a couple hours before he's looking
for pussy."

"Nah. We've got enough pictures and videos uploaded for now. Let's take a
break. Do you want to sixty-nine?" I asked as I began stripping. I was
already painfully hard. This was likely to be a quick one.

"Perfect!"

*   Scene 6   *
Benny Donaldson

"You have everything you need to take care of the funeral?" Bacchus
asked.

"Yes, sir. Arrangements are made. We're in the process of cleaning out
the house and ensuring we have all the accounts and assets identified.
Any official paperwork will be sent to Mr. Martinez's attention at the
office," Burchard said.

I went to pull back to catch my breath and barely got a breath before
Bacchus pulled me back down onto his cock. They really hadn't made the
knee space under his desk for someone built like me. I was going to be
really stiff by the time I was done.

"I'd like you to establish a roster for who will be assisting at the
store. You know their skills well enough to choose. Also, did you warn
the rest of the staff about Caleb and Dan? I want them treated like
special guests if they show up."

"I have, sir. Will there be anything else?" Burchard asked.

"You still have our agents investigating the key people in Portersville?"

"They are making very good progress. We have basic information on all the
major influencers and have details and 'dirty secrets' on many of them,"
Burchard said.

"Good. It won't be long before we start making some ripples." Bacchus
laughed. "That will be all."

"Sir."

I heard footsteps and then the door. I continued to suck and worship
Bacchus's cock. A job I enjoyed very much. I wasn't sure if it was a
fetish or he just liked blowjobs, but I found myself under his desk on a
regular basis.

"You do that so well, Benny." Bacchus petted my hair as I bobbed up and
down. I knew he had to be getting close. I felt the shaft thicken and his
grip tightened, holding me in place as he pushed into my throat. A few
thrusts and he was squirting his load into my mouth. I sucked and
swallowed to get it all in. I loved how he tasted. I wasn't sure if it
was because he was a god, or it was just him, but I thought it was
delicious. And once it was in my gut, I got a warm tingly feeling all
over.

He absently petted my hair as I licked him clean. He softened a little,
and I kissed his balls.

"You are precious, Benny. Come here." Bacchus pushed the chair back and
pulled me into a passionate kiss.

"Do you know yet when I'll need to start working on Reverend Klatchy's
son?"

"Probably within the next week. Julian has already seduced the daughter
and popped her cherry. Juan Carlo has the mother worked up enough she'll
be spreading her legs soon. I'll let you know."

"There are a few others in Portersville that we may target, but I need to
spend more time on what the agents found. You can play or if your father
needs you, go help out at the gym. That always lifts your spirits."

"Thank you." I kissed him and slid out of his lap. My nose tingled, and I
glanced around to see if something was burning.

"Benny, RUN NOW!"

My feet were moving before his shout registered, and I had my hand on the
door handle when the deadbolt threw itself with an ominous clunk. Fuck,
fuck, I tried turning the knob and it wouldn't budge. A loud crack
sounded, and I felt my skin tingle with magic. Not wanting to tempt fate,
I stayed where I was and stared at the door.

"Dionysus." The voice was deep and loud and filled the room. I felt it
vibrate my body, and I fought the urge to whimper.

"Father."

"We have a problem..."

I swear I could feel his gaze on my back.

"Who is this tender little morsel?"

I felt a hand trail down my back and squeeze my ass. Then the hand
wrapped around my neck and turned my body. I kept my eyes down and tried
not to make a sound.

"I must say, you have found the most attractive mortals to become your
satyrs. He looks delicious."

"He is, Father. Benny is one of my favorites."

The man tipped my chin up. "Look at me."

I met his crystal blue eyes and felt my knees go weak. Oh. My. God. It's
Zeus. The man had a slight resemblance to Bacchus, and he fit the images
I'd seen in Bacchus's library. A large man with a bodybuilders physique,
silvery-white hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. I'd have said silver fox
but that wasn't adequate. And like Bacchus, his aura filled the room with
an overwhelming presence that I could feel down to my bones.

"A scared little rabbit. If I didn't have pressing matters, I'd be
showing you pleasures you've never imagined, Benny." Zeus's eyes glowed,
and I forced myself to nod. My voice wasn't working. "Sit on the couch,
pretty boy. I don't think your legs will hold you much longer."

Zeus turned back to Bacchus, and I quickly sat on the couch before I
collapsed.

"You said there was a problem?"

"I assume we can speak in front of-"

"We can."

"The artifact was stolen from our vault. You know what that means." Zeus
slumped into one of Bacchus's side chairs.

"Only one of the more powerful gods in the pantheon can enter."

"Exactly. Someone is playing a dangerous game. This is not just a threat
to you, but to Aphrodite and me. I cannot let this pass."

"I understand," Bacchus said. "What would you like me to do?"

"For now, carry on as usual. I will have my acolytes investigate, and I
will be discreetly looking into things myself. I thought I'd give you the
courtesy of warning you."

"You are welcome in all my homes, Father, both here and in my estate on
Olympus."

Zeus turned to me and gave a smile that caused chills. "And if I find
entertainment while investigating?"

"Then I will take pleasure in providing you with something you enjoyed."

"Good answer, son." Zeus gave a strange inflection to calling Bacchus his
son. Enough that I wondered what it meant.

"As it pleases you, Father."

"Until we speak again." Zeus turned to me and winked, then "poof" he was
gone.

"Breathe, Benny."

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath, so inhaled and counted. When I
no longer felt light-headed I looked at Bacchus. "Should I be afraid?"

"Cautious, but I doubt he would hurt you. Use you, yes. There's nothing
to be done for it now."

"I tried to get out."

"That wasn't your fault. He likely sensed your presence before he arrived
and made sure you remained. That would be very much like him."

"Does this mean he's going to be around more?"

"Yes, but you'll likely never know. Nothing for you to do, continue on as
if this never happened."

"Yes, sir." I watched Bacchus return to his desk, and when I went to the
door, it was already unlocked.

*   Scene 7   *
David Martinez

"You're going to be sick of the place by the weekend," I pulled on a
black blazer and adjusted my sleeves.

"Not bloody likely. I'll just work my way through my favorites. So the
one tonight is the female lawyer Bacchus made you fuck?"

"Chloe. She was the one I told you about. Used to be Megan's best friend.
They grew up together like us and were super close until Chloe decided to
marry some guy and Megan flipped out."

"How long ago?" Dean asked.

I pretended to adjust his jacket, but honestly, it was just an excuse to
get close and touch him.

"Three years, maybe? It wasn't all that long before the shooting, and
recent enough, there were still hard feelings."

"But didn't you say her husband is a manwhore?"

"Oh, yeah. Megan was right, and I think that made it even worse for
Chloe. She admitted that at the interview."

Dean pressed his lips to mine, and his tongue teased to beg entrance.
Like I could deny him anything. "Mmmmm."

"You going to fix things?" Dean nibbled along my jawline, making it hard
to think.

"That's the plan. I think Megan would want me to help Chloe if I could."

"Should I be jealous?" Dean had a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Hardly. Though do give the husband a good once over. Sorry, I can't
remember his name. I thought you might help me break him in."

"And why would we want to do that?" Dean turned off the bath lights and
checked the room.

"Because he may be stupid and a manwhore, but he's totally hot and
fuckable. She showed me a picture. Surfer-dude type with shoulder-length
blond hair, handsome face, bright smile, impressive body, nice tan."

"And he's into men?"

I followed Dean downstairs. "No idea. Chloe thinks he's a hundred percent
straight. If he is, I'll take it as a challenge."

He headed for the kitchen, and of course, I followed. Jon was doing a few
dishes that were left in the sink. Probably by Ethan.

"You sure you don't want to go with us? Good food," Dean prompted.

"Thanks, but Calvin is coming over, and we're going to hang out. I don't
know if we'll go out or not. He's the one I told you about who's buying a
house here."

"Ah, the one who has the hots for our Ford?" I asked.

"That's the one. Not positive, but I think it may be mutual." Jon
shrugged.

"Put them together again, and you'll likely know. Are you going to help
prepare him for living here? If he's new..." Dean let the comment hang.
He knew better than I did, having seen more people move into town.

"I've been trying. It's a lot for someone to take in, but I think he's
starting to see it."

I held back the laugh. "I've no doubt he's attracted to you, have you
picked up on any specifics?"

"I have, but I don't think he's ready quite yet."

"Have fun and keep working on him. We're just doing dinner so won't be
super late. I'm taking the Audi. Dean, do we need to worry about food for
Ethan or Emma?" I asked.

"Ethan is having dinner at Dan's house, and Emma is doing something with
Ashley." Dean turned back to Jon. "You know how to find us. Have a good
time and be gentle with Calvin."

I felt pride swelling in my gut. Dean was so good at this parenting
stuff, and he had started treating Jon like his own son. Well, except for
the voyeuristic stuff, yet.

It didn't take long to get to Dion's. I'd arranged for a car to bring
Chloe and her family since there were four of them. I was a little
nervous but also excited to see the boys again. They'd once been close
with Jon and had spent a lot of time together. Chloe and her first
husband, Josh, had been like family, until they weren't.

"You look serious, mister."

"Sorry, just realizing Chloe and I have something in common. She lost
Josh suddenly, just like I lost Megan."

"How?" Dean's hand was on the door to open it, but he paused.

"Drunk driver. He was killed instantly. That was about a year before the
fight with Megan."

"Ahhh. So maybe a bit of rebound too. That's rough. I feel sorry for her
and then with what happened at her old law firm. That sucks. She needs
some happiness."

"She does, so we're going to make sure she gets it here." I climbed out
and went around the car to take Dean's hand. I gave him a quick kiss
before heading into Dion's.

I'd seen the pictures, but I hadn't been prepared to see the twins in
person. They had changed so much and looked like young men. Not the
awkward boys I remembered. Did I mention very attractive? They took after
their dad, tall and slender, with blond hair and blue eyes. Interesting
that Chloe's second husband looked like he belonged. And yes, he was a
hunk.

"David! So good to see you again." Chloe stood as we approached the
table.

"Chloe. I'd like to introduce my partner, Dean."

"I thought you were straight," the husband said.

"Dexter," Chloe hissed. Well at least now I had his name. "David, this is
my husband Dexter, and I'm sure you remember Braden and Brody."

"What? These handsome young men are... No, it couldn't be," I teased and
was happy to see the smiles as they both stood; they looked much older
than I would have expected. "Bring it in, guys. I'm still Uncle David."

I had trouble telling them apart from their appearance. They were truly
identical and had the same hairstyle and even similar clothing. But now I
had something I didn't before, love god powers. I hugged one, then the
other, and had to take a moment for my brain to catch up with the data
dump. I wasn't even reading thoughts yet, this was just the emotions,
lusts, preferences, and reactions. Then the thoughts trickled in.

What precocious little shits, I thought. Well, I guess I don't have to
worry about them adjusting to Bacchus Springs, though we might have to
scramble to get in front of the havoc they were likely to cause. I
wondered if I should be embarrassed about their thoughts where I was
concerned. I was very flattered, maybe more so since I'd known them for
so long. But it is nice to be wanted.

Dexter stood and extended his hand to Dean and then me. He at least
looked a bit chagrined about his question. I didn't really care. He said
what all my former acquaintances were probably thinking when they found
out I was with Dean.

"And not straight. I identify as bi." I thought I should clarify.

"Me too," Dean said with a grin as he took his seat.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing as I sat. Poor Dexter looked
dumbfounded. I had assumed that Chloe was exaggerating about his
intelligence. If anything, she'd been kind.

Looking at menus and deciding on our orders was a good distraction and
let everyone relax. I picked a nice bottle of wine for the table. Dean
was being his charming self and had everyone caught up in stories about
Bacchus Springs. I was honestly surprised there were that many that were
clean enough to share.

As dinner progressed I appreciated Dean even more. He continued to draw
everyone out and let me do reconnaissance on our potential new residents.
It was easy enough to convince Dexter that the move was a good idea since
Chloe was his meal ticket. Dean was a great salesman and knew way more
about the town and surrounding area than I did. The boys were skeptical,
but I was sure they'd be completely on board once they knew the real
scoop.

A voice in the back of my head reminded me that I should be upset, maybe
even horrified at how young the boys had started experimenting-something
else I picked up from their thoughts. Neither was a virgin-not even
close. And if the thoughts they were having about me were any indication,
they'd give Ethan a run. Yeah, they'd love Bacchus Springs, and the men
would love them. The more immediate concern was that they were risk
takers and that wasn't safe, especially outside of Bacchus Springs.

Dexter... He was pretty enough to be a model. Maybe Bacchus should check
him out. It didn't change my intent to make him a cock lover. But maybe
keep him somewhat exclusive. The guy was too hot to just turn him out on
the general male population. I needed to talk to Bacchus.

"Mom, do you know where the restroom is?" one of the twins asked.

"I'll show you." I stood and waited and was surprised that both Brody and
Braden joined.

I led them behind the bar to the hall where the restrooms were and opened
the door. They went right to the urinals, and I waited by the sinks. I
put my hand over my mouth to stifle the snicker. They'd really hoped I'd
need to piss, and they could show me their dicks. I was flattered and had
no doubts that eventually, I'd know them up close and personal. But not
yet.

"So is this a boring place to live? It seems pretty small," Brody asked.

"Think of it more like an intimate community. And yes, it's fun. You'll
absolutely love it."

"Eh, I don't think so," Braden said as he washed his hands.

I double-checked that the door was closed and no one was nearby. I
slipped into Braden's mind first. I compelled him to avoid the risky
behavior and stay safe until they were living in Bacchus Springs. I then
did the same with Brody.

No doubt they'd have some pent-up need by the time we got them cleared,
but that was okay. They still had each other until then, and from what I
picked up, that should be enough to get them through.

It took a moment for the glazed look to pass. Soon we were back at the
table, and no one seemed to even notice how long we were gone. I'd hoped
to get Dexter by himself, but it didn't look like he was going to move.
He wasn't engaged very actively in the conversation so I gave Dean's leg
a squeeze. He turned to me, and I did a slight nod and moved my eyes to
Dexter. Dean smiled and squeezed my hand.

Nonverbal communication was an awesome thing. Having known each other all
our lives and being best friends had made the transition to partners so
easy.

Slipping into Dexter's mind was a strange experience. I didn't linger but
focused on the compulsion so I could get out quickly. YOU DO NOT FIND
WOMEN OTHER THAN YOUR WIFE SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE. YOU HAVE NO INTEREST IN
SEX WITH WOMEN OTHER THAN YOUR WIFE. It was humorous to feel his
primitive brain struggle and try to fight the compulsion. It was a
useless battle other than providing me amusement. I knew the second the
compulsion snapped into place and pulled back.

I resisted the urge to shudder. The guy was going to need some work and
we might be more successful if Jon and I both worked him over. I wasn't
sure Jon or I could fix the stupidity but Bacchus might be able to do
something.

I heard a bit of commotion behind me, and Dean poked me and gave me the
eye signal to look. Even before I turned, I felt his presence, like a
warm caress. Of course, my body responded immediately.

"Good evening, welcome to Bacchus Springs. It's Ms. West, correct?"
Bacchus took Chloe's hand and kissed it. I thought she might swoon.
Though given the power Bacchus was radiating, that wasn't a surprise.

"Her last name is Kaelin," Dexter muttered barely above a whisper.

"Mr. Bacchus, it's a pleasure to see you again." Chloe stuttered a
little, and her face was flushed as she ignored Dexter. I could
empathize, it was hard not to remember having sex with the man when you
felt his touch.

"And this must be your gigolo, I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."
Bacchus shook Dexter's hand, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing at
his expression and confusion. Maybe he didn't know what gigolo meant?
Bacchus's aura and the strong attraction was probably freaking him out.

"Dexter. Dexter Kaelin."

"I see. Yes, mortals sometimes see a pretty face and a big dick and make
poor decisions. Oh well." Bacchus reached out and cupped the side of
Dexter's face, and his eyes glazed.

I was surprised he didn't object or even try to pull away, but then
again, I'm not sure I'd be able to, and Dexter didn't exactly have a full
charge. Given how long Bacchus held Dexter in his gaze, I assumed he was
either doing something to the man or drawing out memories. Maybe he'd
tell me later.

Dean leaned over and kissed me. I guess he was feeling my tension. It
calmed me and helped take away the squicky feeling from having been in
Dexter's head.

Bacchus released Dexter and introduced himself to the twins. They looked
awe-struck but were able to answer questions and be polite. Dexter still
looked stunned.

"I'll let you get back to your dinner. It was nice to meet your family,
Chloe, and we look forward to you joining us. I'm sure you'll find the
perfect house."

Bacchus caught my eye and winked before turning away. Fortunately that
was when dessert arrived. Dean again saved the day, jumping in with
questions and getting the conversation going again.

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out to see that I had a text from
Bacchus. My first thought was why didn't he just talk in my head? But at
times, he liked to prove he was up to date with modern times.

|| Bacchus: Move forward on Dexter. For now, limit him to your family. We
can discuss the others tomorrow. ||

I subtly slid the phone over so Dean could read Bacchus's message. He
grinned and squeezed my knee. I was glad to have such an understanding
mate.

*   Scene 8   *
Rakesh Dara

What is wrong with me? Why is this even happening?

I looked at the dildo lying on the bed beside me, still slick with lube.
My throat was already raw from screaming. I'd begged, prayed, and pleaded
with whatever celestial would hear me, but to no avail. How long could
this last? I'd not been able to do anything but eat, sleep, and jack off
since I got home on Monday.

Had Bacchus done this to me? I didn't see how. I haven't seen him in over
a week. I tried to remember what had happened at work on Monday. That was
when this nightmare started-over three days ago. I remember fucking the
bellman. I got a sick feeling even thinking about him. That was a
mistake.

I'd met with several vendors and talked with housekeeping about how to
deal with the construction mess. I talked briefly with Jon, but...weird,
I can't even remember what we talked about. He doesn't have the power to
do this. He's just a glorified slut for Bacchus.

But why would Bacchus do this? It doesn't make any sense.

My cock throbbed, and the strange empty feeling was back. Please no. Not
again.

I glanced back at the lifelike dick. Why? What possessed me to drive an
hour and buy a dildo. Well, I remember why I drove so far; I didn't want
anyone to recognize me. Their selection was limited, and the biggest they
had was a thick nine-inch black cock with a suction cup.

It felt so good when it was shoved up my ass.

"No! No!" I screamed into the room. My cock was dripping pre-cum, and it
was like my legs spread with a mind of their own. I couldn't stop lifting
my hips. I was so empty. I looked at the dildo again and wrapped my hand
around it. Fuck it. I need this.

I squirted more lube on the dildo and fingered myself, making sure I was
nice and wet. Even after as many times as I'd had it in my hole, sliding
the thick prong in my ass burned. I grabbed my cock as I squeezed and
relaxed, drawing the cock deeper and deeper into my ass.

"Yesssss." I moaned as the fake balls pressed tight against my taint. I
gripped the dildo around the base of the suction cup and began thrusting
it in and out as I ran my hand over my slicked cock. I was close to
cumming again, almost too quickly. I released my cock and stilled, I
could still feel the dildo in my ass stretching me deliciously.

I glanced through the door into the bath and had an idea. I pulled the
dildo out with a plop. I struggled not to shove it right back in. I hated
feeling so empty. I grabbed the lube and went into the bath. Looking at
the smooth deck around the tub, I placed the dildo near the edge and made
sure the suction cup was secure. I dripped more lube onto it, then turned
around and slowly lowered myself, sighing when it was back in my hole.

I caught my reflection in the mirror and froze. Seeing myself mounted on
the black dildo, my knees spread and my hard cock bouncing in the air as
I fucked myself was both strange and erotic. I didn't care how depraved I
looked, I needed this.

I slammed my ass down hard onto the dildo, impaling myself until the
balls on the dildo started stretching my hole. I grabbed my cock and
stroked. I moaned and groaned as I rode the dildo. I felt like I was in a
mad frenzy and then my orgasm hit. I expected to see my jizz shoot across
the bathroom, instead a small clear stream dribbled out, then nothing.

"Fuck, that was awesome." I took a couple of deep breaths and realized I
couldn't stand. I reached down to pull out the dildo and found that my
ass lips were wrapped around the suction cup base. The full nine-inch
dildo, including balls, was locked into my ass like a butt plug. I got my
finger under the edge of the suction cup and was relieved when it
released.

It felt strange but good still being that full. I really should try and
get it out...

I suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired and made it to the bed before I
collapsed onto my stomach. I should take out the dildo, I thought again.
I'll do it when I wake up.

*   Scene 9   *
David Martinez

"You're still okay with this?"

"David, I told you, I am looking forward to it. This is our future, and
it's nice to be included."

"It would be so much easier if Chloe knew what I was and what I could
do."

"Quit worrying. You might have to use compulsion this time, but
eventually, she'll be in the know. Besides, you're giving her what she
wants," Dean said.

Well, I was giving her what I convinced her she wanted. But I guess it
was based on her fantasies, so maybe not quite so questionable.

I knocked on the door and waited. When it opened, Chloe peeked through
then a big smile lit her face.

"This is really happening? You can do this?"

"I can." I'd had just a few moments to run the idea by Chloe after we'd
finished dinner. She was fed up enough with Dexter to jump at the idea.

"He's finishing up in the shower. He thinks we're going to play, so I
even got him to douche." Chloe showed us into the room and locked the
door behind us.

"Good job." I put a hand on her arm and released the shielding I had on
my powers. I saw the door to the boy's room and made sure it was closed.
I'd have preferred if I could lock it, but that wasn't an option from
this side. We moved into the bedroom, and Dean pulled that door closed
behind us as well. Fortunately, it could be locked. I could hear a hair
dryer's drone from the bathroom.

"That might keep them from spying on us, but I guarantee they'll still
have their ears pressed to the door to hear us," Chloe said.

"Excuse me?" Dean said.

"I know my sons. They started spying on Josh and me when they were eight.
It became a game of finding where they were hiding and getting them out
of the bedroom."

"Huh." Well, from what I picked up from the twins, anything they heard
wasn't likely to scar them. I saw that Chloe had the bed turned down and
had moved the reading chair to the corner, where it had a good view.

"I'm ready," Dexter sing-songed as he stepped out of the bath.

Was it odd he took time to dry his hair? Maybe. He still had a towel
wrapped around his waist and a confused expression on his pretty face.
Interesting that he had a boner already. I wondered if that was for Chloe
or because he felt my power.

"I have a surprise for you," Chloe said.

"Why are they here?"

"That's part of the surprise. You can lose the towel."

"Not with them in the room. I'm not into dudes," Dexter objected.

"Honey, I told you, this job and moving is a fresh start. We're not going
to continue the way we were."

"I don't understand." The confused look on Dexter's face was rather cute.

"Dexter, YOU WILL DO WHATEVER CHLOE TELLS YOU." I'd eventually make the
change permanent, but the compulsion would get us started. I couldn't
imagine many situations where I'd agree to put a man into a sub,
cuckolding relationship. Then again, with how Dexter had treated Chloe up
to this point, it seemed somewhat appropriate.

"Drop the towel Dexter and show the nice men what a great body you have."
Chloe's voice was like steel.

Dexter's eyes glazed for a moment before he dropped the towel. He moved
closer to where Dean and I stood, then stretched his arms above his head
and turned, doing a few poses. He was as attractive as I'd suspected. A
tight, fit athletic body with a light dusting of blond hair on his chest
and stomach. A neatly trimmed blond bush surrounded a very nice cock,
perhaps eight or maybe eight and a half inches.

"Mm. Nice ass," Dean whispered. He was right, it would catch any gay
man's eye.

"Dexter, get on your knees and suck their cocks." Chloe removed the robe
she was wearing and sat in the reading chair. She had a dark blue teddy
on underneath that showed off her body very well. She would not have any
trouble enticing any of the Bacchus Springs' men (who liked women) into
her bed.

From the jerky movement, it was apparent that Dexter was still trying to
fight the compulsion. It wasn't enough to stop him though. He dropped to
his knees and reached out, unzipping Dean's slacks and pulling out his
cock.

Dexter's eyes went wide, and he looked back at Chloe as if pleading for
her to change her mind.

"That is impressive. A lot bigger than you. I think it's only fitting
that you suck him. I know you have an amazing tongue, babe. Put it to
work." Chloe gestured back to Dean.

I got the impression from Dexter's thoughts that he'd never sucked a dick
before. But having been on the receiving end, it wasn't like he didn't
know what to do. He started tentatively, licking Dean and taking just the
crown into his mouth.

"Really, Dexter? You can do much better than that. Deep throat him. I
want to see your pretty lips wrapped around the base." Chloe was getting
into it.

Dexter coughed, choked, and gagged, but he got more of Dean into his
mouth and throat. It would have been easier if he'd started with me. My
magic would have opened him up. I decided it might help things along so
unzipped and pulled out my cock.

"Both of them, Dex."

Dexter pulled off of Dean and took me in his hand. He whimpered and
glanced at Chloe again. No sympathy there. He took me into his mouth and
began working me. I put my hand on his head, fingering his silky blond
hair. I held him gently, encouraging him forward as my mojo started its
work. Each time he took me in, he went a little farther until finally, my
entire length was engulfed in his wet heat. His eyes teared as he looked
up at me.

"Chloe's right, Dexter. You are beautiful with a cock down your throat.
Now, try Dean again."

"I knew it would be hot seeing him suck cock," Chloe said.

I could smell her arousal and knew we were getting to her. Dexter got
Dean into his mouth and down his throat completely this time, his nose
buried in Dean's dark brown curls. It was hot. But then again, anyone
with Dean pressed my buttons.

"You know, David. He is very skilled at eating out women. I'd think those
same talents would work for rimming, don't you?"

"Dean, climb on the bed and get on your hands and knees. Let's teach
Dexter how to take care of a man."

Dexter pleaded with his eyes even if he didn't say anything. I could have
easily compelled him or even used the lust to make him comply, but this
first time was about Chloe. This time he was doing it because she told
him to, not because he wanted it for himself. That would come later.

"Quit being such a baby, Dexter. Look at that gorgeous ass, most men
would feel lucky to get a chance to taste that. Now, quit stalling and
eat him out." Chloe wasn't even trying to hide that she had started
pleasuring herself.

Dexter buried his face in Dean's perfect ass. I could hear the wet sounds
and Dean's soft moans. I ran my hand down Dexter's smooth back and over
his ass. He had a skimpy speedo tan line. I'd have to encourage him to
sun in the nude once he moved to town. There was a light trail of blond
hair down his crack. I wondered if Bacchus would want him smooth. I ran
my finger down his trench and Dexter arched his back.

I brushed over his little star and the man jerked. Could he really be
that sensitive, or was it so foreign he didn't know how to react? I
massaged his ass cheeks then pulled them apart, licking down the valley
and over his entrance. Even muffled by Dean's ass, I heard the moan. How
about that, Dexter has an extremely sensitive man hole. How fortunate for
him.

I began to feed in earnest. Not just on his lust but on his virgin hole.
I figured his mind was already very clear that he'd been owned by his
wife. I eased into his mind as I got him opened and relaxed. He wasn't
"completely" one hundred percent straight which made what I was planning
to do much easier. It would still have worked, but now I had enough
interest to work with that it would take faster. I made the need to obey
Chloe permanent and put the hooks deep so making her happy and satisfying
her was a core driver. I drained away his interest in pussy and anything
else with women so that nothing remained.

I turned to look at Chloe. "You sure you don't ever want him to fuck you
again?"

"Absolutely. He doesn't deserve me. Though it would be nice if he
continued to eat me, he's good at that. And making him do it after
another guy has fucked me would be really hot."

Definitely a bit of payback and revenge there, I thought. I had to pour
some lust back into his oral fixation-just enough to take care of Chloe
on the female side, but I'd eventually top off sucking men and rimming.
Then I began filling his desire for cock. In his mouth, in his ass, his
hand, against his body. The more, the better. Since he had a nice dick,
it would be good if he was versatile. It would be a shame not to use what
he had.

I grabbed the lube Chloe had set on the nightstand and began fingering
Dexter's hole. He'd already absorbed enough lust that he was more
enthusiastic about his rimming. I wasn't sure how long it would take to
get everything as full as I wanted. Though now Dexter's lust was building
as was Chloe and Dean's. I had a lot to work with.

"I can't wait to see that huge dick in Dexter's cute little ass. Will it
feel as good for him as it did for me?"

I continued focusing on opening up Dexter and didn't turn to look at
Chloe as she spoke. I could smell and sense what she was doing. I didn't
need to see it. "Even better."

"What? Are you saying you didn't give me the full treatment?"

"No, But sex is more important to Dexter. You have other things that you
enjoy and that give you pleasure."

"Well, that explains the last several years and why he couldn't keep it
in his pants."

Dean pulled away and turned over, holding his dick up for Dexter. He
glanced over at Chloe.

"Dexter, honey, there's a dick in front of you. Suck it. Actually,
whenever a man presents his dick to you in my presence, you should suck
it."

Dexter had stopped fighting and took Dean in with enthusiasm. Probably
because I'd started changing his desires. Not only was he compelled, it
was now lining up with what "he" wanted. I ran my hands over his muscled
ass and up his back. He really did have an amazing body and would be a
great addition to Bacchus's world.

I had to wonder what the Greek god's plans were and what he'd tell me
tomorrow. He knew of my intent to make Dexter a cock lover and have to
follow Chloe's orders. And he did tell me to move forward, I reminded
myself. I squeezed the globes and separated them, gazing at the tiny pink
hole, now wet from my attention. It was ready for more.

"Chloe do you want a close up of Dexter's de-flowering?"

"God, yes." She moved up beside me and ran her hand over Dexter's ass.

"You're going to look so hot with a dick in that cute little ass of
yours, baby. I always told you men would just love to get their hands on
that sweet butt."

I could feel Chloe's lust spiking at the thought of my cock in her
husband. I lubed myself really well and squirted some in Dexter's crack,
fingering it into his virgin hole. I caught Dean's eye, and he gave me a
thumbs up. He began thrusting into Dexter's mouth as I slowly pushed past
the tight outer ring.

Dexter let out a muffled groan around Dean's cock as I breached him. I
held still, letting him adjust to his first dick. When I felt his opening
relax, I pushed in a little farther. They'd given me so much lust, my
mojo should be working overtime on opening him up.

"Oh, God. That's even hotter than I imagined. You're so fucking huge!
Look how his ass lips stretch and try to hold you in when you pull out. I
can't believe how much he's loving this."

"He feels amazing." I closed my eyes for a moment just to enjoy how tight
he was and how well he wrapped around my dick. Bacchus had to give him
the ass treatment. This was just too good not to keep him like this.

"You hear that, Dex? You've got a better pussy than me. But don't worry,
I'll make sure you get lots of nice big, thick cocks. I'll find the
biggest in town and bring them home so they can fuck you, and breed your
cute ass."

Dexter groaned, and his ass tightened around me. I signaled Dean, and he
pulled out of Dexter's mouth and gave him a sloppy kiss. I pulled out as
well, and we traded positions.

"My turn. Oh, Dexter, David was right. You do have an amazing ass. This
tight hole was made for fucking. Once you move to Bacchus Springs, you're
going to be so popular. I promise there's no shortage of big dicks to
fill this hungry hole."

"He liked that, babe. He's smiling around my cock. That's the way Dexter,
suck it nice and deep. Bet you never knew your pussy tasted so good, did
you?"

"What else did you want to see, Chloe?" Dean asked.

She'd returned to the side chair and an evil smirk spread across her
otherwise pretty face. "I want you both to breed him. Cum inside him so I
can see your seed dripping from his hole. And when you're done make him
lick you clean."

I laughed. "Chloe, that's a given. Was there anything else?"

"He'll really do whatever I say? If I bring home a hot guy and tell
Dexter to suck him off and let the guy fuck him, he'll do it?"

"He will."

"And if I want him to sit on the floor and watch me have sex with other
men, he'll do that too?"

"He will, but realize he'll be focused more on imagining them fucking him
than being upset they're using you."

"Huh..." Chloe went silent for a few moments. "That's okay. I'll still
know how far he's fallen."

We flipped Dexter onto his back and positioned him so his head hung off
the edge of the bed so we could get the angle right to fuck his throat.
Dean spread his legs wide, and I was surprised he was so flexible given
how muscled he was. It was a nice view, and his cock was rock hard,
waving as if trying to get our attention.

We spit-roasted Dexter, me fucking his throat and twisting his tits while
Dean fucked him. My mate was rather sizable, and I enjoyed watching him
stretch open Dexter's mancunt. A steady stream of pre was dripping down
Dexter's dick.

"Ugh... yeahhhhh." Dean got his orgasm look and pushed hard into Dex as
he swiveled his hips and ground his load deep inside.

"Ohhhhhhhh..." Chloe moaned, and I didn't need to look to know she'd
gotten off on seeing Dean fuck her husband. I wondered if she'd get a
second or third by the time I was done.

Dean and I changed positions again, but I gave Dexter a moment to enjoy
the taste of Dean's cum and his pussy juices before I slid back in. I
fucked him pretty hard but wanted to try something different.

Pulling out, I lay on the bed with my legs bent over the edge toward
Chloe. Dean got it immediately and guided Dexter to sit on my lap facing
his wife. Once Dexter slid down onto my cock, impaling himself, Dean
moved behind me and reached around to play with Dexter's nipples. I
gripped Dex's hips and began lifting him up and down.

"Wow, now that's a picture. Hey! Can I? I promise I won't share, and I
won't get your face."

"Please." I grinned and lay back while Dean ducked his face into Dexter's
hair. I heard several "clicks" when Chloe got pictures of Dexter riding
my cock.

Dexter drew up his feet, placing them on my thighs and began fucking
himself. His head was thrown back, and he was moaning and groaning like a
slut. Filthy talk poured from his mouth.

"You're so fucking big. Fuck me harder! Spread my mancunt, breed me! I
want to feel it!"

I realized I might have overdone the lust just a little. He and Chloe
were both almost out of it. All of Dexter's buckets that I'd intended to
fill were now overflowing. For now, I restricted Dexter's attraction to
my men and me, just as Bacchus had asked. The obedience to Chloe was
firmly entrenched. Dexter was now one of Bacchus's and for all intent and
purposes, a cockwhore. The pussy chasing manwhore was gone forever.

I was getting close.

"Go harder on his nipples, babe. I'm almost there, and I want him to
shoot." I lay back so Dean could straddle me and get a better grip on
Dexter. That might have been a mistake because his perfect ass was right
there. I lifted my head and licked Dean's hole while I continued to pound
into Dexter.

"Oh, God. Look at you, Dexter! What a total cockwhore! Ugh..." Chloe
groaned.

"Dexter. CUM NOW!" As soon as the words were out, I felt his muscles
contract, bringing me over the edge. Dexter was crying out in ecstasy as
he came, one shot after another, emptying his balls as I filled him with
my load.

"That was fucking perfect! I even got it on video. Oh, sweety, who knew
you could be even hotter? I so love watching you get fucked. You did so
good, honey." Chloe got up and kissed Dexter, scooping the cum off his
chest and legs and feeding it to him.

Dean helped Dexter climb off my dick. Not easy when I was still hard. He
turned and took my cock into his mouth, sucking out the last few drops
before he licked the rest of me clean.

"That was really good, Dexter. Thank you."

"Oh, you guys are so welcome. That was the best present ever!" Chloe
gushed. "I am going to absolutely love Bacchus Springs if this is any
indication. And you really think there are other guys who'd fuck Dex?"

Dean and I both laughed this time.

"Chloe, love. The problem will be selecting which ones you want to see
him with. There will be no shortage on offers. Trust me." The joy was
radiating off Chloe in waves. I also knew it wasn't just because she'd
had three orgasms watching it.

I heard a noise at the door and shook my head. Dean must have heard it
too. He smiled, and his eyes went to the door as he nodded. Oh, well.
Education in Bacchus Springs "is" a little different.

*   Scene 10   *
Brody West

"Fuck, fuck. Do you think they heard us?" I still couldn't believe Braden
lost his balance and hit the door. What a dufus!

"Are you kidding? They were too busy. Oh. My. God. We are so moving here,
like tomorrow!" Braden sighed as he collapsed on the bed.

"I wish they'd fucked me. If Jon's dad is as big as he is..."

"Tell me. Can you believe it? Dexter sucked dick and got fucked." My
brain struggled with this. My step-dad was as close to homophobic without
being a jerk as you could get. "I didn't hear that wrong, did I?" Braden
said.

"Nope. That was pretty clear. And Mom wanted to watch? I mean go Mom.
About time she put the whore in his place. We gave her the pictures and
videos almost two years ago. She's known all this time he's been sleeping
around."

"I wish we could have watched. I told you we should have set up the cam
as soon as we got here!" Braden punched me in the arm. "Those posts would
have gone viral!"

"But watching Mom and Dexter? Ewww."

"No, but watching Dexter get fucked by Dean and Uncle David? OMG. That
would have been gold, dude."

"True. But you heard what they said about Bacchus Springs, right? That
means there must be lots of gay guys. Imagine..." I was wondering if this
could be like heaven.

"Hey, Brode," Braden paused. "You think if they get Dexter to like dick,
we might get a chance to fuck him?"

"Uhhh... I don't know, bro. That's a pretty big leap. Not that I wouldn't
love to. He might be dumb, but he's got a great body, and that's all that
really matters for fucking."

"Brode, what if we got proof of him taking dick. He wouldn't want that to
get out, would he?" Braden had an evil grin on his face, regardless of
the innocent tone.

"Brilliant. Wait, didn't I hear Mom say she got pictures AND video?" I
thought my heart might beat out of my chest.

"Fuck. It syncs to the cloud, and I have her password. This is perfect."
Braden pulled out his phone and started madly flipping screens and
typing. "SCORE! Downloading now."

"Hot damn. Personal sex slave and cocksucker is almost ours!"

"And...we're done." Braden threw himself back on the bed and laughed. "I
am so going to enjoy that hot ass of his. I kinda want to suck him off
and ride him too."

"I'm thinking we can get him to do it all. Huh..."

"What?" Braden sat up and looked at me. "You've got that look. What are
you thinking?"

"Mom got off on watching." I thought through what we'd heard through the
door. Thank goodness sound carried so well.

"Yeah?"

"What if she wants us to take him?"

"And let her watch?" Braden's voice rose several octaves.

"To get my hands on that body, hell yeah. I don't give a fuck who
watches."

"I'm in." Braden extended his fist, and we bumped and then locked
pinkies.

"I am so horny again." I reached over and ran my hand along Braden's
thigh. His eyes went dark, and he looked down at my hand.

"Okay. You can fuck me first, then we flip, and I get your ass, deal?"

"Deal, I'd even let you go first. I like your dick," I teased.

"Ha ha, funny. My dick is your dick," Braden said in a droll, unamused
tone.

"And don't you forget it."

This time Braden laughed for real. We were naked in seconds. I pulled the
covers back. Then climbed on top of Braden and kissed him. I supposed to
other people it might feel like you were having sex with yourself. But to
us, it was, and it wasn't. It was Braden, my brother and my best friend
in all the world. We had a connection that I couldn't imagine having with
anyone else.

We could finish each other's sentences. We thought the same things. We
looked identical to most people, and we even moved the same way. We did
have a few different interests, but we were more alike than not. That
made giving pleasure easy. If I did what I'd want, that's what Braden
wanted.

I kissed down his chest and sucked and bit at his nipples before
continuing down his slender torso. I took his hard dick in my mouth and
got him nice and worked up. He spread his legs wide, and I played with
his balls before I grabbed a pillow and put it under his hips. It was
just enough to open him up so his hole was on display. I kissed and
licked it until Braden told me to hurry the fuck up.

I grinned and grabbed the lube. I fingered him with one then two fingers.
I poured more lube into his hole and fingered that in as well. He opened
easily for me but then again, it hadn't been that long since I fucked him
the last time. Usually we did it enough we never got too tight.

I slicked myself then pushed inside him. Damn, perfect as always. Tight
hot and squeezing me in the very best ways. His legs wrapped around me
and pulled me in tighter. I leaned in and kissed him, our tongues teasing
each other.

"Admit it, you love fucking me," Braden said.

"Of course I do. No one gets me like you do." I kissed him again as I
began pounding into his ass.

"Yeah, right there. I'm glad I got the better ass." Braden bit at my lip.

"Says who?"

"Coach Longnecker." Braden started squeezing as I thrust.

"That lying shit. He told me the same thing. You know he can't tell us
apart anyway." I was getting really close.

"You're just mad at him for fucking Ian Parnoy."

"UGH!" I closed my eyes and gave one last thrust as I came in his ass. I
slowly pulled out and dropped onto the bed beside Braden, laying on my
stomach. "Your turn. And how could he do that? Ian is so bony, he could
have hurt himself."

Braden smacked my ass and laughed as he started working the lube into me.

"Coach wasn't even that good a fuck. Not sure why you cared."

"Come on. Ian?"

"Well, once we move here, you won't have to worry about coach anymore."
Braden ran his dick up and down my crack. I lifted and felt the burn as
he pushed inside.

"Hopefully they've got someone here who can take care of us." I smiled
into the pillow, imagining Braden and me double-dicking Dexter.

>>END CHAPTER 22<<


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CHARACTERS / GLOSSARY:

* Adam Benz - college roommate of Jon Martinez
* Aiden Young - student, son of Heath and Jessica, neighbor of Bernie
Martinez
* Ashley Campbell - Student, daughter of Jed and Joanna, betrothed to Jon
Martinez
* Austin - student and football player, friend of Adam and Kris, grew up
together, goes to the same university as Jon, harem boy
* 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.
* Barbara Hamlin - Bacchus's secretary. Grandmother type with gray hair,
slender and well dressed.
* Bella Russo - Baker and mother of Ronnie
* Benny (Benjamin) Donaldson - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus. College
student, brother to Jake, parents are Brad and Catherine
* Bernie (Bernardo) Martinez - Architect, husband of Casey, father of
Liam and Noah, brother of David and Antonio
* Blaze Campbell - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, brother of Ashley, son
of Jed and Joanna
* Brad Donaldson - Owns the health club Mufflers, married to Catherine,
father of Jake and Benjamin, bodybuilder
* Braden West - student, son of Chloe and Josh West, step father is
Dexter Kaelin. A twin.
* Brian Cavanaugh - Attorney, nephew of Troy. Specializing in
Corporate/Contract law and interviewing at Bacchus Industries.
* Brody West - student, son of Chloe and Josh West, step father is Dexter
Kaelin. A twin.
* Burchard - Bacchus's manservant
* Caleb Ward - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and younger brother
of Daniel.
* Calvin Barker - chef at the Resort and Spa
* Candy Simmons - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Warren with two
teenaged children
* Casey Martinez - wife of Bernardo, mother of Liam and Noah
* Cathy (Catherine) Donaldson - A nurse, married to Brad, mother to Jake
and Benjamin
* Chetana Dara -servant of Bacchus, previously a Satyr, daughter of
Rakesh, Sister of Sinha
* Chloe West-Kaelin - lawyer specializing in family law, was best friend
of Megan Martinez, married to Dexter Kaelin, has twin teen-aged sons by
first husband
* Cole Cabot - lawyer at Dickson, Ramsey, and Rider who has been
sabotaging the firm and is married to Richard Rider's daughter
* Daniel Ward - student, son of James & Tabitha Ward and older brother of
Caleb. Ward's Furniture Store.
* David Martinez - Servant of Bacchus, Lawyer, father of Jon, one of the
Erotes, soul mate to Dean Jensen
* Dean Jensen - Servant of Bacchus, Investments Broker/Banker, was
married to Kelly, father of Ethan and Emma, soul mate to David Martinez
* Debbie Brown - Social Worker, sister of Megan Martinez, sister-in-law
of David, mother of Oliver
* Devon - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus
* Dexter Kaelin - Chloe West's husband, has worked several
nursery/landscaping type jobs
* Dickson, Charles - founding partner at David's old law firm, Dickson,
Ramsey, and Rider. His assistant in Brenda.
* Dion's - Formal upscale restaurant at Bacchus Springs Resort and Spa.
* Dr. Ferrari, Elmo, - The primary family doctor in Bacchus Springs. He
assists Bacchus with assessments of youth after they've completed
puberty.
* Dr. Tanner, Brooks - doctor visiting Bacchus Springs for a Continuing
Education conference.
* Drake Bailey-Parks - Attorney specializing in contract law. Married to
Ross Bailey-Parks. Interviewing at Bacchus Industries.
* Drew Prentice - Accountant/Finance Officer at Bacchus Industries.
Reports to Jeff Brentwood.
* Emma Jensen - Student, daughter of Dean and Kelly, older sister of
Ethan
* Ethan Jensen - Student, son of Dean and Kelly, younger brother of Emma
* Ford Harris - Servant of Bacchus, Owner and operator of Bacchus
Construction
* Gary Walsh, Ph.D. - professor at the university, father of Kris
* Grant Keller - Attorney specializing in Criminal Law interviewing at
Bacchus Industries.
* Grant Morris - Bellman at Bacchus Springs Resort & Spa, rising senior
in college
* Grayson Laurenzano - attorney, candidate offered a job as David's
assistant and traffic manager for the law department, especially
attractive to Erotes.
* Heath Young - architectural engineer and neighbor of Bernie Martinez,
father of Aiden
* Heather - Nymph with a curvy build, thick blond hair and green eyes
* Jackson Freyer - Real Estate mogul from Albany, having a fling with Ben
Donaldson. Had intended to buy Bart's Barn.
* Jake Donaldson - A servant of Bacchus, college student, brother to
Benjamin, parents are Brad and Catherine, soul mate to Jon Martinez
* Jamal - Shifter and guard for Bacchus, one of Hade's junior hounds
* James Ward - 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.
* Jared - student and soccer player, friend of Kris Walsh, harem boy
* Jed Campbell - Servant of Bacchus, Sheriff, married to Joanna, father
of Ashley and Blaze
* Jeff Brentwood - Finance Manager at Bacchus Industries. Mid-forties,
married, three children.
* Jessica Young - wife of Heath and mother of Aiden
* Jo (Joanna) Campbell - Servant of Bacchus, COO of Olympus Holdings,
married to Jed, mother of Ashley and Blaze
* Jon Martinez - College student, son of David, one of the Erotes, soul
mate to Jake Donaldson, betrothed to Ashley Campbell
* Josh Cavanaugh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh
* Kayla - Nymph with a voluptuous build, dark hair and pale milky white
skin
* Kelly Jensen - Teacher, soon to be ex-wife of Dean and mother of Ethan
and Emma
* Kennedy Cavanaugh - College student, daughter of Troy Cavanaugh.
Betrothed to Jake
* Kris Walsh - student, soccer player, grew up with Adam and Austin,
roommate of Xavier, harem boy
* Kristen Rice - front desk supervisor at Bacchus Springs Resort & Spa
* Liam Martinez - Student, son of Casey and Bernardo, cousin of Jon,
older brother of Noah
* Louis Pappetti - Director of Corporate Real Estate for Bacchus
Industries. Married.
* Luke - student and soccer player, friend of Kris Walsh, harem boy
* Marc Castile - pediatrician, partner of Trent
* Martha Kapshaw - Executive Chef for Bacchus Resort and Spa as well as
Dion's.
* Matthew - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus
* Megaera - Fury, servant of Hades
* Megan Martinez - Deceased wife of David Martinez and mother of Jon,
sister of Debbie Brown
* Mr. Grendle, Archibald, tailor. Older gentlemen with a socially
unacceptable taste in sexual partners.
* Mrs. Cokesbury, Edith - Former secretary/assistant for David Martinez
at Bacchus Industries. Long-term employee.
* Noah Martinez - Student, son of Casey and Bernardo, cousin of Jon,
younger brother of Liam
* Oliver Brown - Student, son of Debbie, cousin of Jon Martinez, nephew
of David
* Paul Attwood - CFO of Olympus Holdings/Bacchus Industries.
* Paula Castle - friend of Tabitha Ward.
* Rakesh Dara - A servant of Bacchus, Manager of the Bacchus Springs
Resort and Spa, father of Sinha and Chetana
* Ramsey, Gregory - founding partner at David's old lawfirm, Dickson,
Ramsey, and Rider.
* Richard Rider - founding partner at David's old law firm Dickson,
Ramsey, and Rider.
* Ricky (Enrique) - student and soccer player, friend of Kris Walsh,
harem boy
* Ronnie Russo - Servant of Bacchus, Baker and owner of Sinful Delights,
son of Bella
* Rufus - Shifter and guard for Bacchus, one of Hade's junior hounds
* 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, Devon, Elijah, Jinho, Juan Carlo, Julian, Matthew, Sinha "Sin,"
and Victor.
* Sin (Sinha) Dara - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, son of Rakesh, Brother
of Chetana
* St. Anthony's - a hospital and insane asylum outside of Bacchus Springs
* Tabby (Tabitha) Ward - office manager of Ward's Furniture. Mother of
Daniel and Caleb and wife of James.
* Taylor Cheswick - college student, Jon's best friend from school
* Thomas Benz - father of Adam Benz
* Tiffany Tanner - wife of Brooks Tanner.
* Tony (Antonio) Martinez, Federal Employee, divorced, brother of David
and Bernardo
* Trent Austin Miller - Event Manager and partner to Marc Castile, a
Doctor, who attended the CE Conference at the Resort and Spa.
* Trevor Carson - Delivery man, bodybuilder. Moved to Bacchus Springs to
find a better home for his nephew.
* Troy Cavanaugh - Servant of Bacchus, Mayor of Bacchus Springs, married
to Bobbie, father of Josh and Kennedy
* Tyrone Carson - Student, nephew of Trevor.
* Vine's - Upscale restaurant and steakhouse at the winery. Overseen by
Jo.
* Warren Simmons - neighbor of David and Jon. Married to Candy with two
teenaged children
* Xavier - student and basketball player, Kris Walsh's roommate, harem
boy
* Zander (Alexander) - student and soccer player, friend of Kris Walsh,
harem boy