Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2022 14:34:41 -0500
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 23: Insurance

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 23 Insurance
by Tripp Savidge

*   Scene 1   *
Jon Martinez

"You'll be home early?"

"Should be just after three. I told Dad he needs to hire another person.
Maybe two, since it's not all that long until we go back to school." Jake
leaned in and gave me a kiss.

"Don't flirt with too many guys. I have plans for you."

"Yeah? What kind of plans?" Jake grabbed my hips as he squinted as if
trying to read my mind.

"You'll find out tonight. Better get going, or you'll be late."

"Love you." Jake pulled me in for another kiss.

"Love you too."

I watched him leave and turned to finish making my breakfast.

"Morning." Dean went straight to the coffee maker. "Thanks for making the
java." He poured a cup and cradled it in his hands.

"Bad night?"

"Not at all, just tired. Seriously though, I really appreciate you
starting the coffee when you get up with Jake."

"Sure. How'd dinner go last night?"

"Amazing as always, and the after-party was pretty fantastic," Dad said
as he strolled into the kitchen and pulled me in for a hug.

"Yeah?" I glanced over at Dean when he snickered. The blush was very
apparent.

"You and Jake are going to love Dexter...er rather you'll love sex with
Dexter. The man is gorgeous-dumb as a brick-but what a body." Dad grinned
before kissing Dean on the cheek.

"Aunt Chloe is okay with..." I wasn't sure how to put it.

"Her husband being turned into a cockwhore? Absolutely. There were a few
concessions. But nothing we can't live with. She wants him to be a
cuckold and wants to watch when he gets fucked. Not every time but
regularly. Also, be careful with Braden and Brody. Precocious and likely
to give Ethan and Caleb competition."

"I didn't spend much time with them when they checked in, but it was
clear they weren't innocent and, if not gay, at the very least, they're
interested in guys."

"I'd say fully gay. I didn't do anything to them other than reign in
their risky behavior." Dad sat beside me at the table. I noticed Dean had
an odd expression as if pondering.

"What?"

"Sorry, just thinking what it might be like to be with twins. Not
something I've ever experienced," Dean said.

"I think it's only a matter of time, and we'll all be well versed in twin
sex." Dad had a pained expression, and I wondered if the guilt was
getting to him again. Maybe Bacchus said something?

"I'm glad there's at least a couple of weeks before they move here. It
will take me that long to wrap my head around Braden and Brody not being
kids anymore." They certainly grew up in the last few years, but all my
memories were from when Mom was alive and close to Aunt Chloe.

"Hey, before I forget. Grayson Laurenzano and his wife will likely be
checking in sometime today. Our dinner isn't until tomorrow, but I saw
that HR set up a reservation beginning tonight. You may want to excuse
yourself if you can. I barely kept it together with him. That's the one
where Eros wouldn't explain why, but he smells even better than a
virgin."

"Since it's Friday, there should be someone on duty with me all day. You
want me to let you know when he arrives?"

"If you could. How was your time with Calvin?" Dad asked.

"Good. We went out to Duncan's for chicken, and I took him around to show
him some of the places he'll need when he moves in. After that, we came
back and gamed."

"So, no..." Dean began.

"I'm trying to hold him off. I think I've finally got him thinking of me
as a friend so it won't be too much longer. It's not an issue of him not
wanting sex with me. I just didn't want that to be all it was. I'm also
trying to gradually introduce him to people."

"Did Ethan get home before he left?" Dean asked.

"He returned not long after we came back from dinner. Dan drove him."

"How did his time go at Dan's?" Dad asked.

"Ethan complained about not having any private time, but he said Paula
and Ms. Ward were really nice to him. He didn't say much else. He's still
sleeping. Jake and I might have kept him up late."

"Like he'd complain." Dean took his dishes to the sink.

"Dad, is there any reason why Ethan couldn't drive the SUV when I'm not
using it? Jake finally got his car back, so he doesn't have to drive the
truck, and Emma's always got the other car."

"I don't know..." Dean started to say.

"Should be fine. I'll call the insurance agent to make sure, but I think
it's a good idea," Dad said before Dean could continue.

"I've gotta go. You guys out for dinner again tonight?"

"Yeah. Tonight is Grant Keller and his wife. Not to be confused with your
Grant." Dad gave me a smirk.

"He's not mine." I objected even though I knew that I had pretty much
hooked the beefy bellman. "Anyway, see you later." I quickly cleaned up,
grabbed the keys, and headed out. I was glad Dad had agreed to letting
Ethan drive the MDX. Another step toward making us one family.

*   Scene 2   *
David Martinez


"Was there anything else?" Kelsey stood at my desk with a smile.

"No, thank you for pulling the files. I also really appreciate your help
with all the new hires. You've done a great job getting everything
organized."

"Not a problem, I've really enjoyed it. A little different from what I
usually get to work on. Todd said he might have me continue doing new
hire on-boarding and relocation."

"Congratulations. I see I'm not the only one who recognizes what a good
job you've done. I suppose you're ready to get back to working full time
in Human Resources?"

"I am. Any word yet on if the other candidate will take the job?"

"Not yet, but-"

"Not to worry, Kelsey. I guarantee he'll be accepting before the
weekend's over." Bacchus stepped into the office, interrupting me mid-
sentence.

I wasn't as confident as Bacchus and raised an eyebrow, wondering if he
knew something I didn't.

"Thank you, Mr. Bacchus. I know David will be glad to have him."

"Oh, Kelsey, you have no idea. Would you mind giving us a moment?"
Bacchus asked. Kelsey stepped out and pulled the door closed behind her.

"Sir?"

"Do you have a plan?" Bacchus sat in one of my guest chairs.

"No. Eros wouldn't tell me why I found Grayson so attractive. His only
advice was that I'd need to be prepared the next time I saw him. And no,
he didn't say how." I was still irritated about the lack of information
and sharing.

"When does he arrive?"

"He and his wife should be checking in at the resort today. I have dinner
planned at the Grapevine with them tomorrow evening. Tonight I'm meeting
with Grant Keller and his wife. Can you tell me anything?"

"I think it's an erote thing." Bacchus shrugged. "Meet me at the Resort
after your dinner at Vine's. I'll make sure Grayson is waiting in the bar
for you, and I'll distract his wife. Make sure to swing by the front desk
and pick up a room key. I'm sure Jon's mentioned you have a room reserved
for you. Bring Dean with you, if you like."

"And then what? His walls were so thick I couldn't read him, let alone
pick up on any lust. I'm not sure my powers will work. I don't even know
if he's attracted to men!"

Bacchus laughed. "Eros assured me that was not an issue. Leave it to me,
David. Inhibitions and barriers are my specialty. I'll make sure to
soften him up for you." Bacchus gave a big grin and stood. "I also heard
Rakesh has returned to work today. I hope you're coming up with a plan
for him."

"Did you know what he did to the bellman?" I hesitated to ask, but I
thought being a god he should be more aware of his servants.

"All the more reason you need to act soon. I was very pleased with Jon's
creativity," Bacchus said.

"You're not going to talk to him?"

"Perhaps once you've introduced him to your new playroom..." Bacchus
stared off as if thinking.

"What? You... Bacchus, you realize I don't know the first thing about how
to use the stuff you're putting in my basement?"

"That's why I'm having one of my people assist. I understand it will be
finished within a couple days. That should be soon enough to deal with
Mr. Dara."

"Wait. How'd you know about what Jon did?" I didn't recall any
discussion, and I was pretty sure Jon hadn't told anyone other than me
and Jake.

"I've been keeping a very close watch on Rakesh. The man can't take a
piss without me knowing."

"Then why didn't you stop him before he hurt Grant?"

"If I did that, then Jon wouldn't have involved himself. Don't worry, I
added it to Dara's list of indiscretions."

"Indiscretions?" I didn't trust myself to say more. It seemed clear that
Bacchus was fine with Grant suffering if it pushed Jon where he wanted
him. Damn, but I hated his manipulations. And now he was smirking at me.
Fuck.

"I'll see you tonight." Bacchus stood and then turned back before
leaving. "Don't forget to feed, you might be getting hangry. Oh, and
David-"

I startled and looked up at Bacchus. Something had happened; I was sure
of it. Either that or Bacchus teleported across the room. Besides that, I
had a serious case of vertigo and was having trouble thinking. Had he
compelled me? Or maybe something worse? I looked at the god and tried to
remember; the last few minutes were a blur. Bacchus smirked, and he
walked out.

I glared at the door after him. He was clearly toying with me. I was more
than a little worried over what he might have done. My hands were
shaking, and I felt on edge. I needed to feed, but it hadn't been that
long to give me this reaction. But who was I going to feed from? Kelsey
was definitely not on the menu.

I attempted to focus on work, but no matter how hard I tried, all I could
think about were the men in my life and all the possible ways I could
fuck them. I realized fighting the hunger was pointless, and the warnings
of not letting it go too far were still clear in my mind.

I walked out to Kelsey's desk.

"Kelsey, could you see if Mr. Pappetti is available. There's something I
need to go over with him."

"Sure, I'll let you know," Kelsey said.

I returned to my desk, and before I had a chance to get started, Kelsey
was at the door.

"Mr. Martinez, Mr. Pappetti is on his way up."

"Thank you, Kelsey."

I hope Louis didn't have a heavy schedule this afternoon. He might not be
up to anything strenuous. I grinned as I pictured how good he was going
to look on my dick.

*   Scene 3   *
Jon Martinez

"Have you seen him yet?" Kristen whispered with a glance toward the staff
area.

"Not yet, but I heard the night crew say he came in early and was acting
strange."

"In the time I've worked here, I don't think he's ever been out like that
before. His vacations have always been planned months in advance."

"Maybe he just needed a mental break?" I felt a bit awkward since I was
the one to cause his unexpected absence. Though it was well deserved.
Maybe Dad would come up with a plan for what we did with him, sure hoped
so since I had no ideas.

"I'm hoping he hides in his office, so Grant doesn't have to face the
bastard," Kristen muttered as she pulled out the cards to start prepping
for the day's check-ins.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, sir. Can we help you?" I knew the guy greeting me was one
of Dad's new hires, but I couldn't think of the name.

"I hope so, could you check to see if there are any massage appointments
open tomorrow? I'm Drake Bailey-Parks, and if there are two, I'd like one
for my husband Ross as well."

"Certainly, let me check. Is there a certain time?" I pulled up the
schedule and saw that we had several openings.

"Any time after lunch would be great. We're spending today with the
realtor again, but tomorrow we set aside for exploring, so we're pretty
open," Drake said.

As I reviewed the openings with him and scheduled their appointments, I
took a chance to get a read on him. No question he'd be willing to offer
himself up to Dad, maybe me too. He was handsome, and his lust smelled
delicious. His husband was also attractive but a bit of a mess. I could
sense remnants of Dad's power lingering on him. I was sure Dad would have
the husband's issues ironed out in short order.

"Thank you for the help. I still can't get over how much you look like
your dad. I bet you really confuse people when you're out together."
Drake had a big smile and must have had an extra hit of charisma because
you couldn't help but like him.

"It does. Most don't believe he's my dad and assume he's either my twin
or a brother, depending on how hard they look."

"Well, I think it's a good thing. You're both handsome. Accept it and
milk it for everything you can." Drake winked before turning and pulling
his husband with him.

I turned at Kristen's loud sigh.

"What?"

"If I wasn't standing here, I'm pretty sure he'd have hit on you. And his
husband was practically undressing you the entire time. WITH his man
right there!"

"Sorry. You saw I didn't do anything to encourage him."

"Mh-hm. That just makes it worse." Kristen turned away in a huff.

I resisted the urge to sigh dramatically. I knew it was a sore spot for
her, and I didn't want to make it worse. I heard familiar voices, but
there was no one in sight. Seconds later, Aunt Chloe came around the
corner, followed by Braden and Brody, with Dexter bringing up the rear.
After what Dad had said at breakfast, I couldn't help but take a closer
look at the blond hunk. Okay, yeah, I'd fuck him...

"Don't you look dapper this morning. Still can't get over how you've
grown up," Chloe said in greeting.

"I don't know, Aunt Chloe; I think Braden and Brody have changed more."
They both grinned at my words.

I didn't need special powers or gifts to know they were checking me out
and thinking about doing stuff that a year ago would have made me blush.
Now, I was fighting not to laugh when I picked up on their plan to seduce
me. I was looking forward to their expressions when they found the tables
turned on them.

"What can I do for you?"

"We have a reservation tonight for Dino's, and I forgot to ask what the
dress code was. Is a suit jacket or tie required?" Chloe asked.

"Neither is required, and there technically isn't a dress code; however,
many of the guests tend to dress up. So it is more about letting people
know, so they aren't uncomfortable if they dress casually."

"Perfect." Chloe leaned across the counter and whispered. "I'm going with
jacket or tie is recommended, so Dex and the boys dress up. You got my
back?"

I laughed. "Sure."

"Great! We're off for another day of house hunting. Wish us luck." Chloe
gave a wave before turning and joining her family.

"You know her?"

"Yeah. She was my mom's best friend, and we used to see each other all
the time until there was some kind of falling out. I think over her 'new'
husband."

"Huh. I figured with the way she was talking to you and for once, not
coming on to you." She turned to watch them leave-or I expected Dexter
specifically. "He's hot. I'd say maybe your mom was jealous but having
met your dad; I got nothing."

I debated for a minute but figured it wasn't a secret. "My mom knew he
was a man whore and tried to warn Aunt Chloe. She didn't take it well."

Kristen snorted. "He'll certainly fit in here if they move."

I smiled but didn't comment. Telling her that the once-man whore was now
playing for the other team would just make her grumpier.

Kristen had me start making the card keys for the guests checking in that
day. We tried to always have at least two already set up to speed up the
check-in.

"Looks like your dad has two more candidates coming in today." Kristen
handed me the reservations for Grayson Laurenzano and Grant Keller.

I didn't know anything about Mr. Keller but remembered dad's warning to
keep my distance from Laurenzano. Which had a lot more meaning when late
that afternoon, I smelled the most delicious thing ever. I'm guessing
Laurenzano had at least stepped into the lobby, but I never got a chance
to see him.

"Jon! What the hell? You need to go in the back now!" Kristen whisper
shouted.

"What?" I felt like I was in a trance and turned to look at my coworker.

"Your eyes are glowing. Like a lot. You need to go fix...whatever."
Kristen gave me a shooing wave, and I ducked into the staff area. I could
still smell...something, but the overwhelming pull had receded.

I took a few deep breaths and started feeling more like myself. I figured
that Kristen would let me know when it was safe to return. What the hell
was that? I wondered. Like Dad had said, it was similar to what I got the
first time I met Dan but stronger and...so much better. Maybe Dad would
share?

A noise down the hall caught my attention. As I walked past the offices,
I came to Mr. Dara's door and stood silently. Low moans and a repetitive
thumping sound came from inside. I closed my eyes and concentrated. The
lust was thick, and I sipped it in greedily. It had never occurred to me
that I didn't need to be in sight of my donor when I took in their lust.

While I doubted I'd ever want to give up the physical feedings of taking
lust with sex, this opened up possibilities. The lust also came with a
very clear understanding of what Rakesh was doing in his office behind
closed doors. I never expected the compulsion I'd used on the hotel
manager to last this long and had mistakenly assumed it would wear off
after a day.

Given that he was currently riding a dildo in his office, that was
obviously a bad assumption. I let the lust flow back into him as I'd fed
and attempted to ease back the compulsion. Not that I knew what I was
doing but assumed it would work like reversing a desire. I didn't want to
take it away completely, just enough to let him be otherwise functional.

Maybe my bellman would get the day off. Rakesh had fed me very well, and
if he always produced that much lust, Dad and I would have no problems
making whatever changes we wanted.

"Jon?" Kristen called.

I turned and saw her giving me a concerned look. I withdrew from Mr. Dara
and walked back up to the doorway where she was standing.

"Please tell me you weren't going to go in there by choice." Damn, but
Kristen could give a scowl.

"Nope. But I needed to feed and well..."

"Eww." She held up a hand. "I don't want to know. And what the hell, Jon.
Why were your eyes..."

"I don't know. I'm guessing they're checked in and gone?"

"Yessss. Is it bad that you don't know?"

I followed Kristen back to the check-in desk.  "Maybe? I hope not.
There's so much I don't know, and Eros isn't overly sharing." I pulled
out my phone and sent a quick text to Dad.

||Jon: Grayson Laurenzano and his wife have checked in.||

"The guy and his wife seemed normal to me. He was prettier than average,
and she was a bit of a bitch. You know, one of those entitled big-city
types who looks down their nose at everyone."

"That's not good. Especially if they are moving here." I slid my phone
back in my pocket and thought back to the wife of one of the doctors that
Bacchus was trying to recruit when we had the medical convention. She had
come across that way too.

"You okay on your own for a few minutes? I have to run this down to
housekeeping."

"I'll be fine." Hopefully, Mr. Laurenzano didn't forget something and
come back.

Kristen had only been gone a few minutes when more guests arrived. Of
course, several at once instead of being spaced out. When I finally got
to the last guest in line, I looked up and then up more. Damn, he's big.
I quickly tamped down my mojo as it began to build. The handsome man had
to be at least six-foot-five and built like an ex-football player with a
meaty, muscular build. He had neatly coiffed honey-blond hair and blue
eyes.

"Grant Keller. We have a reservation. It was made by Bacchus Industries
if that makes a difference."

My brain reengaged, and I realized I hadn't even greeted the hunk...I
mean man. "Welcome to the Spa and Resort. One moment and let me pull that
up."

I was already searching the reservations before I realized there was a
woman and two young girls with him.

"Daddy, can we have a princess room?"

"Sweetheart, this isn't that kind of hotel. I'm sure it will be a very
nice room, but probably no princesses," Mr. Keller explained.

"Girls, why don't we use the restroom while your daddy gets us checked
in." The mother took their hands and led them off.

I wasn't great with ages, but I'd have bet between five and eight for the
girls. While we didn't have any princess-themed rooms, I did check and
found the Aphrodite suite was available. Since they were already booked
into a suite, it wasn't out of line for me to upgrade them.

"Okay, we have you in a three-bedroom suite with a veranda overlooking
the gardens through Sunday. Is that correct?"

"A suite? Are you sure? A regular room is fine. The girls normally share
a bed."

"Bacchus Industries put all new hires coming into house hunt in suites.
I'm sure they want this to be a memorable experience." In truth, I had no
idea, but it seemed reasonable.

"Wow, that will be...great. Thank you."

"You're welcome, but I can't take credit. Do you have a card you'd like
to put on file for incidentals? All of your meals, room service, and spa
expenses are covered by Bacchus Industries."

He handed me a card, and I entered it into the system before returning
it. "How many keys would you like?" I was doing my best to keep my power
in check, but it seemed to like the man. Not surprising if Dad and
Bacchus decided he'd be a good fit. I had no doubts that he found me
attractive, but I sensed a good bit of guilt and denial.

I handed the keys and information on the resort and amenities while doing
my rehearsed welcome script. I could feel the heat building but also
noticed he was getting anxious and wanted to escape.

"Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything. I hope you enjoy your
stay and best of luck in your house search."

Mr. Keller blushed and held up the package I'd handed him. "Um...thanks."

"All done?" his wife asked as she and the girls returned.

"Yeah, they gave us a suite." Mr. Keller glanced back over his shoulder
as they headed to the elevators. I gave my best smile. Someone was about
to begin a great adventure.

"Daddy, are the sweets chocolate? I like..." the girl's voice faded as
they left.

*   Scene 4   *
David Martinez

"You said no to wine?" Dean acted shocked.

I rolled my eyes. "They're bringing kids. I don't know how they'd feel.
Besides that, one of them is driving."

"One of the kids is driving?"

"You're on a roll tonight. Did something strange happen at work?" I
glanced around again to see if anyone was headed toward our table.

"No, today was boring. I might be nervous. How many more of these do we
have to do?" Dean may have been apprehensive, but he looked amazing. He
was wearing a sport jacket over a form-fitting tee and tight jeans. He'd
let me put some pomade in his hair, so it had a sexy, just crawled out of
bed look.

"One more dinner tomorrow night. Unless you want to join me for lunch
tomorrow with Brian Cavanaugh?"

"Thanks, I'll pass." Dean took a sip of his water.

We hadn't been waiting all that long. We got to The Grapevine a little
early, and the table was ready. Grant Keller and his family had rented a
car for their visit so were driving themselves to Vines.

Dean leaned in closer. "Tell me again about this one."

"Nope. You'll just have to wait and see. I'm curious what you'll pick up
and don't want to bias you."

Dean grumbled but didn't fight me on it. We must have both noticed the
family being escorted our way at the same time because Dean leaned in and
whispered.

"Damn! He is big. Is he proportional?"

I turned to Dean in surprise. "What? How would I know?"

"Geez, all those love God powers, you'd think that would be something you
be able to tell. Rather important, you know?"

Oh, my God. What happened to my sweet innocent Dean? Okay, that was a
stretch but still. "The only way I'd pick up on it is if he's thinking
about the size of his dick."

I was about to add that it wasn't likely but then again, Dean had been
thinking a lot about his since Bacchus gave him the upgrade. My man was
very proud and rather excited about his new and improved member.

"Good evening, Mr. Martinez. Welcome back; it seems like forever since
we've seen you," the hostess teased.

"What can I say; I love the place. Is Jo in tonight?"

"Sorry, I don't think she was planning on it."

"No problem, I was just curious. Thank you for bringing my guests." I
stood and shook Grant's hand. "Welcome. I hope you've had a good visit to
Bacchus Springs so far."

"The resort is amazing, thank you. David, this is my wife Lauren, and my
daughters Olivia and Sophia."

"Very pleased to meet you, I'm David, and this is my partner, Dean." I
gestured to the table for them to be seated.

"Do they have macaroni and cheese?" Sophia whispered.

"The very best," Dean said and got a big grin from her in response. "I'm
glad you liked the resort. I can also recommend the spa services if you
have time."

"We got the suite, but it's not the candy kind." Sophia looked terribly
disappointed as she shared. I looked at her older sister, surprised she
wasn't the one talking but so far, not a peep.

"The town is lovely. I feel like we've stepped back in time," Lauren said
before opening the menu.

"I'm still adjusting, but it grows on you." I gave them some quiet time
so they could decide what they wanted. Dean and I had been there enough,
I already knew what I wanted, so took some time to get a read on Grant
and Lauren. I had already noticed that Lauren didn't pay any special
attention to me or Dean. Which from my experience, was very odd. Grant,
on the other hand, kept sneaking glances. I couldn't resist sipping a
little of Grant's lust. Not only was it tasty, but it was like getting a
data dump from the man.

I turned and gave Dean a kiss. He gave me a questioning look, but I
couldn't really explain here, and while I could do some mind-to-mind
speech, it wasn't so good for communication. I'd tell him later. Lauren
was an enigma. Simply put, there was no lust. Her sexual desires were
also close to non-existent. There was just enough attraction for men and
dick that I could see it, and that was all.

I spent much of the rest of our time together trying to figure them out.
Fortunately, once the appetizers arrived, Dean had loosened up and was
his usual outgoing and talkative self. He hit it off with all of them and
was a font of knowledge when it came to questions about Bacchus Springs.
I had to add my two cents occasionally but my brilliant man carried most
of the conversation.

I noticed the girls were starting to droop a little by the time we
finished dessert.

"I'm assuming you're spending tomorrow with the realtor?" I said.

"Yes, we spoke on the phone last week, and she seemed very thorough.
Asked all the right questions, so I'm feeling hopeful that if there's a
property on the market that's a good fit, she'll find it," Lauren said.

"We wish you the best of luck," Dean said.

"Thank you. We did a drive around town, and I think we're both feeling
good about the move." Grant turned to his wife.

Lauren took his hand and smiled. "Yes, and thank you, Mr. Martinez for
giving Grant this opportunity. I think it's going to be really good for
us and someone," she poked Grant in the chest, "might actually leave work
and spend some time with his family."

"I think I'm the lucky one and look forward to having Grant on my team."
I caught Grant's eye and smiled. I was sure he didn't realize how much
he'd revealed about himself this evening.

Everyone said their goodnights, and then I sat again and looked at Dean.

"Want that wine now?" Dean asked.

"Maybe later. Bacchus wants us to stop by the resort, and I figure I need
all my brain cells firing to deal with whatever he's got planned. So...
What did you think?"

"The girls are adorable, and I'd take Sophia home in a heartbeat. Lauren
and Grant seem nice enough, but I'm not sure how comfortable they'll be
with the real Bacchus Springs. Though if you can light his fire, Grant's
handsome enough, I'd let him in our bed. So tell me, what did I miss?"

"Grant will adjust just fine. Honestly, I think once the barriers come
down, he'll be very happy here. My mojo says he's at least bi and maybe
more into men than women. Not exactly closeted but certainly trying to
resist. Lauren is confusing, but I've never encountered anyone like her
since I got my powers. I'm thinking asexual. No question she loves Grant,
but not a lustful thought. Bacchus may have to work on her."

"Why could Bacchus do something you couldn't?" Dean asked after the
waiter took the check.

I stood and pulled Dean to his feet. Leaning in, I whispered. "Because I
believe her weakness is food and wine, and I'm pretty sure Grant's is
dick."

Dean snorted and gave me a big smile. "Just our type, then."

It was a warm, clear night, and it didn't take long to arrive at the
Bacchus Springs Resort and Spa. Dean and I walked into the lobby hand in
hand. I didn't know the guy behind the desk, but I was guessing by the
wide eyes and open mouth, he recognized me.

"Good evening, I believe you have a key for me. David Martinez."

The desk clerk came out of his daze and nodded. "Sir, Coach Jenson. Has
anyone ever told you how much you and Jon look alike?"

"A few times." Like a million but, he hadn't. I tried to remind myself of
that. At the moment, I was doing my best to keep myself locked down, or
the guy might do something inappropriate, like bend over for me right
there.

"Yeah." He was still nodding and staring at me but hadn't moved.

"Key?" I reminded him.

"Oh, sorry." He blushed and found the envelope and handed it to me. I
knew he was going to offer himself in about two seconds.

"Thank you, have a good night." I pulled Dean away before the guy
embarrassed himself.

Dean was laughing as we walked toward the resort bar. "He's cute. You
know if you feel peckish later..."

I gave him a playful smack on the back of his head. "Stop. You know I
hate people losing it around me. I'm trying to get better at locking it
down."

Dean stopped me and turned me into a kiss. "Oh, David. Even without your
love god powers, you are drop-dead gorgeous. You can't blame everything
on your inexperience with your new abilities. I happen to know the young
man from soccer, and he's out and proud."

"Oh." We'd gone a few steps when the thought hit me. "Wait. Have you and
he..."

"Mm-hm." Dean leaned in to whisper. "Tight ass and very vocal. He's also
got a talented mouth. You know, in case you ever want to try him out."

A wave of jealousy hit me. I still had some adjusting to do.

I could hear the music and noise from the bar before we arrived. My only
instructions from Bacchus were to find Grayson in the bar and take him to
the room. Bacchus had said that he'd soften him up before I arrived and
make sure the wife was out of the way.

The bar at the resort was comfortable, if a bit out of date. Personally,
I was rather fond of the preponderance of dark wood and the brass accents
that made it feel warm. Somewhat like an old-fashioned gentleman's club.
As soon as Dean opened the door, I smelled him and had to pause.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Fuck, he smells good."

"Tone it down, love. Your eyes are glowing. We better get moving." Dean
walked in first and headed straight for the large carved bar. I counted
to ten and tried to shield as strongly as I knew how.

When some of the people cleared, I spotted Becka serving drinks. Though
the look of relief on her face when she saw us was unnerving. We were
able to get right up to the end where she was working when the prior
guests moved out to dance.

"Thank the gods you're here." Becka reached across the bar and grabbed my
lapel. An amazing feat since she's not all that big. "Save me!"

"From what?" Dean asked.

"Please tell me you're here to take pretty boy. I'm not sure how much
more soul-rending, heart-wrenching confession I can take before I decide
to drink myself into a stupor."

"What happened?" The smell was making it difficult, but I managed to get
a sentence together.

"Bacchus did some mojo on him. Not sure what, but there was glowing and
tingling, and then he fell apart. He's on his second Mount Olympus."
Becka's eyebrow raised in an expression I knew was to convey information,
but I had no idea what.

"Second?" Dean echoed. "Oh, my. Where is he?"

Becka nodded down the bar as another guest called out for her. "Good
luck."

Dean steered me and gave a push. "Let's do this, Casanova. Time to work
your voodoo on the guy."

I heard him before I saw him.

"...damned sick and tired of pretending! What the fuck has it gotten me?
A cheating bitch who doesn't even like me, that's what. I need DICK! Lots
of dick, every dick!"

"Grayson?" Bacchus's mark was fresh enough to blaze in my other sight. I
put a hand on Grayson's back, and he jumped and then turned. "Mr.
Martinez." He looked me up and down and then Dean. "Fucking unfair,
that's what it is! I tried! I tried so damned hard, and there you are
looking like a wet dream. Like someone scraped you out of my secret stash
just to torment me!" He stopped shouting and turned back, tipping up the
chalice like he was trying to get the last dregs from the bottom.

"Grayson, are you drunk!" I asked.

"Fuck. I wish! They cut me off, damn it. I only had two! What kind of a
place is this?"

"David, that's not alcohol drunk. Trust me. We need to get him out of
here."

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you when we get him out. Hey, Grayson. Why don't you come with
us, and we'll take you somewhere to get another drink?"

Grayson turned and gave Dean the once over. "Yeah? Probably shouldn't, my
boss is standing right here." He probably thought he had dropped his
voice; he hadn't.

"I'll be right there with you, buddy. Come on." I draped my arm over his
shoulder and pulled him off the stool. He looked at me with such hunger I
almost lost it right there. If Dean didn't have a hand on me, grounding
me, I probably would have. I caught Becka's eye, and she gave me the all-
clear. If she hadn't put the drinks on Bacchus's tab, she'd know to put
them on mine. Becka was good.

As we walked into the large hallway I could see Dean was right. Grayson
didn't wobble or sway in the least.

"Let's get him to the room." Dean pulled us toward the elevators.

"What is it if he's not drunk?" I asked.

"I told you I'm not drunk," Grayson objected.

"It's what happens when all inhibitions and filters are gone. I've seen
Bacchus do it before. It's way beyond the normal magic from the wine or
living here. I don't know why he went so extreme. It's not safe for him
to be on his own."

Fortunately we had the elevator to ourselves. If I wasn't so overwhelmed
by Grayson's lust and his scent I was sure I'd be trying to figure out
why Bacchus would do this.

"Dean, are you sure he's not compromised. I'm not about to take
advantage-"

"Take advantage? You wanna fuck me. Hell YEAH!" Grayson shouted and tried
to climb me.

My lovely mate broke out laughing. "No, babe. Though I understand why
you're worried. That's one hundred percent core Grayson. You're getting
raw, unfiltered wants, thoughts, and emotions. No barriers, no filters,
no spin."

Fortunately, Grayson wasn't a big guy, and I could somewhat hold him at
bay. His hands however, had already managed to get inside my shirt.

By the time we got into the room and had the door closed, I felt like I
knew what it would be like to wrestle an octopus. Dean took pity on me
and helped pull Grayson off, explaining we needed to talk before starting
anything.

Grayson was not pleased but complied.

Dean sat Grayson on the edge of the bed and then knelt in front of him.
"Grayson, can you tell us what happened?"

"I'd rather be fucked. Not fucked over, that already happened."

"Tell you what. If you talk and explain things and we feel comfortable
that this is what you really want, David and I will give you a night of
sex you'll never forget."

Grayson looked at Dean and then me skeptically. "Promise?"

"We promise," Dean said.

I was so fucking glad Dean was with me. I was barely functional, and it
was taking every ounce of my self-control to not strip Grayson and fuck
him senseless. I wasn't even allowing myself to feed. I knew if I did,
I'd break in seconds.

"Victoria and I ran into Mr. Bacchus in the lobby. He's really handsome.
I was kinda put out cause he was paying a lot of attention to Victoria.
He talked to us for a bit and welcomed us and wished us luck on finding a
place. Then Victoria said we weren't moving that the only reason we came
was she wanted to stay in a five-star resort."

"Go on," Dean encouraged.

"He sort of growled, and then his eyes glowed. He told Victoria she had
to be completely honest for the next eight hours and that she had to tell
me exactly why she married me and what she thought of me. It felt really
weird, and then he cupped my cheek and gave me a smile, and said he'd see
me in a little bit. Then he walked away, and the shit started flying.

"Victoria said I was a loser, and she married me because I was pretty,
earned a lot of money, and had good social connections. She said she knew
I was too stupid to catch her cheating so she could have the life she
wanted and sleep with whomever she wanted, including my best friend. She
said I was rotten in bed and that there was no way we were moving to
Bacchus Springs and that she'd talk to my dad and make sure he stopped
me."

"I'm so sorry," Dean and I said at the same time.

"I don't really love her either. My dad said I had to marry her. It was
important for my image and so I could make partner someday. I don't want
to be a partner."

Dean moved up to sit beside Grayson and put his arm around him. "Sounds
to me like this is exactly where you need to be. Where's your wife now?"

"She went with Mr. Bacchus. He found me in the bar and said he was glad I
was accepting the job and moving here and that he'd make sure everything
worked out. He also said Victoria wouldn't remember confessing, and I
should pretend for a while longer with her. He said he'd talk to her and
that I should have a Mount Olympus and, if I had the chance, go for what
I wanted. Then he put his hands on the sides of my head, and his eyes
glowed again. I don't remember much after that until you showed up."

Dean gave me a knowing look, and I was with it enough to understand and
see Bacchus's compulsion all over the situation. Not that it wasn't in my
favor, but I still had no idea why Grayson smelled so good or why I was
drawn to him.

"Grayson, you said in the bar you'd been pretending. What had you been
pretending about?" I sat in a side chair, putting some extra distance
between us.

"Everything. I hate being in the city. I didn't want to marry Victoria. I
didn't want to work ninety hours a week in a stuffy law firm. I'm not
attracted to women, no matter how hard I tried, it's just not in me. But
I knew my parents and especially my dad would never accept me being gay.
But fuck it. I. Am. Gay. I want dick. There, I said it. And Victoria
fucking my best friend wouldn't even bother me if I didn't want to fuck
him too. I've done everything to make everyone else happy, and it's
making me miserable."

"Grayson, taking the job at Bacchus Industries and moving here, is that
something you really want for yourself?" Dean asked.

"Yes. Though watching David every day might be torture."

"I never introduced myself, I'm Dean and also David's partner. Now don't
freak out. I think it's great that you're attracted to my man. He's
pretty hot."

"Understatement," Grayson snorted. "But honestly, so are you. The two of
you look like you belong together."

Hearing Grayson talk, I was feeling much more confident that he could
make decisions. Not that Bacchus might not have pushed him a little; that
was always a risk. Given all the other things Bacchus had done, I
wouldn't be able to tell.

"You promised me fucking." Grayson looked directly at me.

"Sure that's what you want? Are you okay being with both of us?" I asked.

"We'll make you feel really good." Dean leaned over and kissed up the
side of Grayson's neck. Damn it, Dean, no fair manipulating him.

"Very." Grayson turned, grabbed Dean's head, and pulled him into a heated
kiss.

"Okay, that's it. I'm done fighting." I dropped my shields and fed.
Grayson's lust was nothing short of amazing. I still didn't know why, but
for the moment didn't care.

"Grayson, have you ever been with a guy?" Dean asked.

"Not for a while. It was back in college. Dad found out and blew a
gasket. He got the other guy kicked out so...yeah, that was the last."

I was with it enough for it to register that dear old dad sounded too
much like my older brother and was going to be a problem for me to deal
with, but not tonight. I began undressing and watched as Dean dropped to
his knees and began pulling off Grayson's shoes.

"I'll help you, Grayson. You focus on David." Dean slid off Grayson's
socks then unfastened his pants.

"Holy shit, you are so fucking hot." Grayson's voice was almost reverent,
and I swallowed down the spike in his lust and pushed it back into him.
Given how tightly he had everything locked down before Bacchus's
intervention, I wasn't going to take chances on him slipping back.

Dean was now behind Grayson, unbuttoning his shirt, the last remaining
piece of clothing. Grayson was pretty, around five-foot-eight with a
slender swimmer's build. He was fit but not ripped. He had a dusting of
hair on his upper chest and a dark happy trail that led down to a thick
bush and a hard cock. I'd guess around seven inches and cut.

I stepped out of my briefs, and Grayson gasped.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?" Dean whispered. "Trust me, it's going to feel so
good."

"It will never fit..." Grayson whispered back.

The comment I got almost every time. But unlike most, Grayson's lust
didn't drop, it heated up.

"Grayson, YOU TRUST DEAN AND ME COMPLETELY, YOU KNOW YOU BELONG WITH US
IN BACCHUS SPRINGS. YOU WILL HAVE NO GUILT OR REMORSE FROM ANYTHING WE
DO."

Grayson whimpered. Dean undressed and pressed into Grayson's back,
reaching around and running his hands over Grayson's torso.

I stepped forward, taking my cock in my hand, I did a languid stroke.
"You want this, don't you, Grayson? You want my thick, hard cock buried
so deep inside you that you can feel it in the back of your throat. You
want me to stretch you open and pound you. Make sure you feel me for days
and remember how good it felt to have a hard dick in your ass. You want
me to breed you and fill your body with my seed."

"Yessss." Grayson was vibrating with need. His cock hard enough to pound
nails and leaking a steady stream of -pre-cum.

"He tastes so good, Grayson. Why don't you suck that big horse dick and
prove to David how much you want it, and while you do, I'll get you ready
for him."

Grayson turned his head to look up at Dean, and they kissed. So fucking
hot. I watched Grayson reach around and take Dean in his hand.

"Fuck, you're huge too."

"Don't worry, you're going to love it. Especially after David gets you
opened up."

"I don't know if I can take cocks this big." Grayson was still looking at
Dean, trading soft brushing kisses. He startled when I took his cock in
my hand.

"They will fit perfectly, Grayson. RELAX. You're going to love it. Isn't
this what you've wanted? What you've been denying yourself for so long?"
I knelt and took him into my mouth

"Ughhhhhh...oh, God," Grayson moaned.

I had no trouble taking him all the way to the root. With the number of
well-endowed men in my life, I'd gotten pretty skilled in a short amount
of time. Though having Bacchus take away my gag reflex probably helped.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to cum," Grayson cried out around Dean's
kisses as my mate played with Grayson's nipples.

His lust continued to build, I wasn't sure what to do with what wouldn't
flow back into him. It was like it grew and expanded once I took it in. I
pushed some into Dean to allow him to keep up with what I planned.

I tapped Dean to let him know Grayson was close, figuring my mate would
ramp up the kiss and nipple play to pull him over the edge. Seconds
later, Grayson stiffened, and I felt his cock swell and throb as he shot
his load into my mouth.

"Mmmm..." I hummed as I sucked down every drop. "Dean, next load is
yours, he's as sweet as you'd expect."

"Now it's your turn, Grayson. Why don't you see how much of David's cock
you can get in your mouth." Dean winked at me as I crawled onto the bed
and spread myself out.

When Grayson got close enough, I slid my fingers into his silky,
chestnut-brown hair and pulled him in for a kiss. He melted under my
touch and opened for me without hesitation. I claimed his mouth, sliding
my tongue in to explore every bit and taste him. I was still feeding on
his lust, but he couldn't absorb any more. It spilled out and floated in
the room. I sure hoped the rooms nearby were empty or occupied by people
who could get intimate. They likely wouldn't know what hit them.

Grayson squeaked, and I looked down his body to see my man's face buried
in his ass. I wondered if Grayson had ever been rimmed before. If not,
this was a treat because Dean was amazing. I'd never forget my first
experience-the combination of horror and overwhelming pleasure. Now I
could say it was a favorite, both giving and receiving.

"RELAX, Grayson. ENJOY. DON'T FIGHT IT." He took the compulsion in like a
sponge. I'm sure it helped that he'd dreamed and fantasized about this
for a long time. He moved down my body, kissing, licking, and worshiping
me, then with some hesitation, he took the head of my dick into his
mouth. Awkward but he was committed and enthusiastic.

I let my consciousness slide inside him and absorb his wants and needs. I
wasn't sure what changes I'd want to make and was surprised to find many
of my favorites were already full. I didn't even need to top off his
desire for men, sucking, fucking, or being fucked, they were already
maxed out. That left all my attention on making sure the barriers he'd
built stayed down. That he accepted himself and what he wanted. I didn't
even feel guilty about making sure Dean and I were his favorites. I could
always add or adjust later if I needed to. The thought of feeding from
him and being with him every day of work was rather exciting.

"Babe, he has the cutest ass, and it's so responsive." Dean spoke, then
resumed his tongue work.

"Pretty sure there's a good bit of pent-up demand. He needs this like he
needs air, right Grayson?" I watched his eyes sparkle as he looked up at
me, but he didn't come off my dick.

Slowly but surely, he was getting more and more of me into his mouth. My
magic wasn't immediate like Bacchus's, but it would still open him up to
take every bit of my cock into his throat. After that, he'd never have
trouble again deep throating.

"Mmph!" Grayson's eyes went wide, and I looked to see what had happened.
Dean gave me a smile and wiggled his fingers at me. Grayson was getting
fingered, perhaps another first. Having Dean open him up wasn't required,
but it would make things go faster, and the process felt pretty good.

When Grayson's nose was in my pubes, I gave Dean the signal it was time
to switch things up. My magic had done its job, and while I like
blowjobs, I'd much rather be in Grayson's ass. I planned to be a frequent
visitor and knew I'd have lots more chances for his mouth as well.

"What?" Grayson's lips were swollen, and his eyes were watering when I
pulled away.

"Time for me to give you what you really want." I grabbed the lube from
Dean and slicked myself up. "You want this big cock inside your tight
ass, right?"

Grayson nodded and licked his lips.

"Well, climb on. I'm going to let you set the pace until you're
comfortable taking it. If it's been a while, you'll need to go slow and
take your time. I promise it will fit, and once it's feeling good
stretching you out and filling you up, we'll switch things up."

He looked hesitant before straddling me and grabbing my shaft to line it
up. I figured this way, there'd be no question that he wanted it. I'd
pound him into the mattress later. Dean was rubbing my legs, keeping
enough contact that I stayed in control. Amazing how he did that for me.

"Ohhhhhh, God," Grayson whimpered as he pushed down, taking my head past
the first ring.

"Slow," I reminded him as Dean slid behind him and began touching him.
Teasing his nipples, stroking his cock, hands moving constantly.

"You're big," his voice shook as he lifted then sank again, taking me
just the tiniest bit farther.

"But you like big, don't you, Grayson? You've fantasized about big thick
cocks splitting you open, filling you." There wasn't much more I could do
than encourage him. His lust was as high as it could go, and all his gay
buckets were full to overflowing. And yet, he was still producing more
that I had to bleed off since he couldn't take anymore back in. Even Dean
was maxed out. I really hoped I didn't start an orgy in the hotel.

"Ohhhhh...fuck." Grayson moaned when he was pressed against my hips, my
entire cock wedged deep inside.

"Feels amazing, doesn't it?" Dean continued to touch and caress Grayson,
laying gentle kisses over his skin.

"I think Grayson likes being stuffed full with a man's dick. Right,
Grayson? You like how full you feel and how your body tingles with my
hard prick stretching you open?"

"So good." Grayson began moving slowly, raising and lowering himself.
He'd only done it a couple of times, and I could feel his orgasm already
building.

"Dean, might want to get ready. He's about to blow."

Dean moved and took Grayson into his mouth. I raised my hips and began
thrusting to take Grayson over the edge. In seconds he was crying out,
and I could hear Dean slurping up his load.

"Mm. You were right. He is tasty. Maybe later you can get him to do that
in my ass," Dean said.

"As you wish." Dean turned and took my mouth, letting me taste the
remnants of Grayson's cum. I lifted Grayson off my dick and slid up, so
my back was against the headboard.

"But you didn't..." Grayson began.

"We're not done, honestly, we've barely started," I said. I didn't even
need to cue Dean, he was already moving into position.

"Not sure I can cum again. Twice might be my limit."

Dean laughed and gave me a shit-eating grin.

"I think you have several more in you, Grayson," I said as I held my dick
for him.

He positioned himself between my legs on his hands and knees and took me
into his mouth as Dean pushed into his ass.

"This is your happy place, Grayson. A hard juicy cock in your mouth and a
thick one up your ass. You won't deny yourself anymore. Dean and I will
take care of you. And think, every day you come into work, this big cock
is waiting for you."

Grayson's lust spiked again, and he sucked harder. I wasn't exactly sure
what Eros had meant when he said I needed to claim Grayson. I'd already
make sure he needed sex with me and that my jizz would be his ambrosia.
The only other thing I could think to do was to make sure I filled him
with as much of my cum as I could.

The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room as Dean when
to town on Grayson's ass. I'd opened him up, but my man wasn't exactly
small. Grayson might be limping tomorrow.

"Babe, he has such a great hole, and he's so sexy. Perfect for us." Dean
had that look on his face.

"Fill him up, Dean. Breed him so he knows he's ours. I'll ask Bacchus to
make sure that ass stays just as tight and perfect as it is now. I have a
feeling we're going to be spending a lot of time making this one happy."

"YES!" Dean cried out as there were a couple more jerky thrusts, and
Grayson moaned around my dick. That was all it took, and my cum was
shooting down his throat.

"That's it, swallow every drop, Grayson. THAT MAN SEED IS THE BEST THING
YOU'VE EVER TASTED."

Grayson licked and slurped until I was pretty sure he'd gotten every
drop. I pulled him forward into another kiss then flipped him over on his
back. His eyes were glazed, and his silky hair tousled. Dean helped me
position him with his legs spread wide, his sweet little rosebud still
dripping Dean's jizz.

"Beautiful." I knelt and began lapping at his opening. Grayson squirmed
enough, I gripped his thighs and held him in place so I could do a
thorough job. I grabbed the lube and slicked myself as Dean squatted over
Grayson's face.

"Lick Dean's hole, Grayson. Get him nice and relaxed, and he'll ride you.
Believe me, that's something you really want."

I paused to watch for a minute. Appreciating the view of Grayson licking
my man's sweet hole. I handed Dean the lube and moved into position so I
could slide back into heaven. Grayson was relaxed enough I made it all
the way in with one stroke.

If Grayson always produced this much lust, I was pretty well set for
never losing it at work. Also all the more reason to make sure my new
"assistant" always travelled with me. What better insurance than taking
your own food.

I helped position Grayson as Dean lowered himself, taking him in.

"Good?" I asked.

"So good. You give me the best gifts, love." Dean started to fuck himself
while I continued my work on Grayson.

"Grayson, you look really hot with my horse dick all the way inside you.
I think we should do this a lot."

"Yes, please..." Grayson moaned.

I wondered if I'd have to carry him back to his room when we were done. I
was hoping for at least one more go, and I was pretty sure Dean would
want one too.

*   Scene 5   *
Bernie Martinez

"You guys be good for your mom while I'm gone."

"Sure, Dad, whatever." Liam didn't even look up from his phone as he ate
breakfast.

"Are we really moving?" Noah asked.

"No, dear. Your father's just doing a favor for Uncle David. Right,
Bernie?" Casey gave me a not pleased look.

"Yes, Casey. We already talked about it. I owe it to David to at least do
this interview. He practically begged. Besides it's only an overnight
trip, and I'll get to check out his new place."

"Jon said it's awesome. He loves it there." Liam still didn't look up.
How does he do that?

"Well, I for one, love being near the city. I have a great job and
friends and like our house."

"S'okay. I'll be leaving for college anyway. You just have to keep the
dweeb in line." Liam looked at his brother and gave a fake smile.

"You don't care cause you can't get a date since Cassie dumped you and
need to move somewhere where no one knows you," Noah shot back.

"Assss...tronomical," Liam said, making a save as his mother's glare grew
second by second.

"I'll text you when I get to David's." Once I got in the car, I sat a
minute. I tried not to be upset with Casey, but I was still disappointed
that she wasn't supportive. She didn't care if I had to take a job I
hated, as long as I didn't make any ripples in her world. Easy for her
when she earned a fraction of what I brought home.

An hour on the road, and I could feel the tension leave my body. I
cranked up the music and enjoyed the view. I'd felt such a strong need to
do this interview, and I wasn't sure why. Then there was the whole deal
with my reaction to David when he visited. No matter how I tried to
squash the thoughts back into the box, images of my brother kept sneaking
back in. Worse was my body's reactions to those pictures.

When I drove into Bacchus Springs, I was captivated and surprised. Not
sure what I expected, but it was lovely, and I felt like I'd stepped back
in time. The GPS directed me through the quaint town and past some
amazing Victorian ladies. I loved the architecture, though I wasn't
expecting a resurgence. All the more reason to give love and care to
these historical marvels. I was a little skeptical when the voice told me
I'd arrived. I remembered David saying to use the alley and park in the
back.

"Holy shit. It looks bigger in person." I looked up at the Victorian
mansion and saw the number affirming I was in the right place. "Damn, big
brother, you did good." I turned the corner and looked for the entrance,
carefully pulling into the narrow drive. I stopped to admire the
gatehouse before driving past to find parking on the other side. Then
remembered to send a quick text to let Casey know I made it in okay.

Rather than head straight into the house, I took a few minutes to walk
around and admire the old beauty. I'd seen pictures and helped with some
of the design and refinishing decisions but seeing it in person was
different.

After getting my fill, I opened the back gate and stepped into a
beautiful escape. "Wow, I could get used to this." David had done an
amazing job, and I was pleased at how welcoming the place felt. It was
weird stepping up to the back door and thinking I hadn't been here
before. Probably the longest I'd ever gone without visiting David.

"Come on, Bern, this is your brother. This should not feel awkward." I
muttered to myself. I rang the bell and waited. Seconds later, the door
flew open, and a young man stood there that was the spitting image of
Dean when we were young.

"Uncle Bernie?"

"Oh, my God. Ethan?"

"That's me! Come on in."

It had been a couple years, but wow, he'd really changed, all for the
good but still jarring.

"David's upstairs getting changed. He just got back from some business
lunch or something. Can I get you a drink? Water, lemonade, coffee?"

"Water would be great." I gawked at the massive French-style kitchen as
Ethan got me a drink. I sat on one of the bar stools.

"So you guys are living here now, right?"

"Yeah, long story." His whole body drooped, and he stared at the floor.

I felt bad because I'd unknowingly stepped into something. David hadn't
given me any of the backstory, just that Dean and the kids were living
with him now.

"Bernie? Is that you, brother?" David shouted from somewhere.

I was grabbed behind in a bone-crushing hug before I even had a chance to
look for him. I swear his biceps were bigger than my thighs. No getting
around it, my big brother was a hunk.

"I am so glad you're here. You've got to let me give you a tour. You have
time before your interview, right?"

"Yeah, a couple of hours even." I missed having his arms around me as
soon as he moved. "Where's Dean?" Since it was a Saturday, I'd assumed
he'd be there.

"He's helping out with kids' soccer today. He's one of the coaches. He'll
be home later this afternoon. If he's not back before you go to the
interview, you can catch up with him after."

The house had turned out better than I even imagined and was impressed
with what David had done with it. I was also somewhat taken aback by how
big it was.

"And finally, this is the master bedroom." He moved in and picked up some
clothes off of the bed. "Sorry, Dean must have been in a rush. He's
usually really neat."

"You and Dean share..." Fuck, what was I saying? Of course they did.

"Oh yeah. We're making up for all those lost years."

"It's great to see you so happy. The house is awesome. I'm glad it turned
out so well."

"There are a number of these grand old ladies who need some love." David
said with waggling eyebrows.

"Ha ha, yeah, not happening. I'll do the interview, but we're not moving.
Casey was rather adamant."

"Come on, let's go find a seat and chat until it's time to take you
over." David gave a wave and walked out.

I quickly looked around and poked my head in to see the master bath
before following. How could he not show me this? Fucking amazing.

"Hey David, you didn't show me the basement. It has one, or at least
that's what I remember from the specs." I got to the bottom of the stairs
and saw David giving me a strange look.

"How about we save that one. It's a disaster at the moment. We have the
construction team back, turning it into better storage space. Not really
anything to see."

"Sure." I dropped onto the couch.

I found myself looking around the room while we talked more than at
David. My "problem" hadn't gone away. If anything, it was worse. Why was
he so damned sexy? And worse, why was I so attracted to him. Fortunately,
the conversation stayed on safe territory as we updated each other on all
that had been happening.

I felt another pang of guilt when he explained what happened with Kelly
and how they ended up living with David. Even so, I got the distinct
impression I got a cleaned-up version. I knew my brother well and could
tell from his facial expressions every time he stopped and picked his
words.

My phone alarm buzzed, letting me know it was time to head out for the
interview.

"That time already?" David asked.

"Yup." I stood and gave myself an "I can do this" mini pep talk.

"Anything you need to grab?" David pulled his car keys off the hook near
the back door.

"I can drive myself, brother. You don't have to."

"I'd feel a lot better if you let me drive you there and pick you up when
you're done." David held the door open for me.

"Is there something I should be worried about? This Bacchus guy isn't
abusive or something?" I followed David out to the garage and climbed in
the Audi.

"Hmm. I'd say more eccentric. But be your own judge."

"You're not going to explain?"

"I'll answer all your questions-after. Be yourself, be honest, and don't
try to tell him what you think he wants to hear, and you'll be great."

"Okaaaay." Why did my stomach feel all flippy at that?

It didn't take long until we were pulling up a long drive to a stone
mansion. So maybe I just reframe what I thought about David's place. This
made his Victorian look like a cottage-a little cottage. David pulled
around the circle and parked at the front entrance.

"Come on, little brother, time to meet Bacchus."

"What? You're coming in?" I asked as I climbed out and gawked at the
facade of the huge estate.

"I'm doing a hand-off. Since he's my boss and you're my baby brother,
it's the only right thing to do."

I laughed, feeling better and a little lighter. We didn't even get to the
door before it opened, and a young, handsome dark-haired man stepped out.

"Matthew! My man!" David pulled the guy into a tight hug. It felt a
little awkward when their hands roamed, and they held the embrace longer
than most bros would.

"Matthew, please meet my baby brother, Bernardo, Bernie for short."

"Pleased to meet you, Bernie. Welcome to the Bacchus Estate. He's waiting
in his office." Matthew gave David a wink. "You gonna come say hi?"

"Yeah, then I'll head out. I've got one more new hire dinner tonight.
Then thankfully, I'm done." David put his hand on my back and nudged me
to follow the jock.

"Oooo, yeah. That one. Met the wife." Matthew snorted. "You do bring a
lot of excitement around here."

David let out a full-body laugh and smacked Matthew on the back. "Oh, my.
Sorry you had to take one for the team, buddy. Promise I'll make it up to
you."

"Yes, you certainly will. Gentlemen." Matthew opened a huge set of doors
and waved us in.

My first thought was old-world elegance. Then I saw the man walking
toward me, and everything else fell away. His presence filled the room.
He was movie-star handsome, and I found myself tongue-tied when he
extended his hand in greeting.

"So good to meet you, Mr. Martinez. David has spoken highly of you."

"Thank you, sir. Nice to meet you as well." David was giving me a curious
look. Then Bacchus stepped up to him, cupping his face in his hand. A
gesture that seemed too intimate.

"Thank you, David. I'll handle it from here, and we'll give you a call
when it's time to pick him up. Oh, and just so you know, I might have
interceded just a bit with Ms. Laurenzano. Nothing you need to worry
about. She's thrilled about the new job and moving."

David's eyebrows shot up for a second. then he smiled. "That's great.
Thank you for helping."

"Always." Bacchus's thumb drew across David's lower lip as he withdrew. I
averted my eyes but was feeling really uncomfortable. I mean David
wouldn't cheat on Dean, would he?

Bacchus pointed to the couch and sat in one of the club chairs. "Tell me
about yourself, Mr. Martinez. Give me your best pitch."

"Please, you can call me Bernie. David did tell you I'm not really
interested in moving?"

Bacchus shrugged. "He did. But be so kind as to humor me. David has been
such an excellent find I can't help but be curious about his brother."

I lost track of time and easily fell into interviewing mode. I was
surprised that Bacchus knew as much as he did about architecture and
construction. Knowing he understood what I was saying helped a lot. When
I thought we'd exhausted every possible question, he threw me a curve.

"Are you happy, Bernie? I mean satisfied with your life and content-
happy?"

"Well...yeah, I guess so." That was not one I was prepared for.

"Seriously, think about it. Is there anything missing? Things you'd hoped
or dreamed of doing but haven't gotten the chance?"

Several thoughts flitted through my mind, none of which were appropriate
to say in an interview, and was just about to say no when Bacchus
interrupted.

"That's what I thought." Just as Bacchus spoke, there was a soft knock at
the door. "Come in."

The door opened, and a handsome young man around Liam's age walked in. I
did a double-take when it struck me he could be a relative. The
similarities, especially to David, were remarkable.

"Ah, Eros, glad you're here. You have perfect timing."

"Bacchus, and this must be another Martinez." The young man's smile made
me nervous.

I stood to shake his hand, and he held on and stared into my eyes. I
tried to pull away but found I couldn't move.

"Well?" Bacchus asked.

"Nope. Doesn't have the spark. Though the bloodline does run strong."
Eros tipped his head to the side, and I swear the temperature in the room
went up by ten degrees. When he finally let go of my hand, my knees felt
like jelly, and I had to sit.

"Should have introduced you. Bernie, this is Eros, a long-time family
friend and business associate. He's also friends with David and Jon."

"Pleased to meet you." I was feeling a bit strange.

"Too bad about the spark," Bacchus muttered.

"It was unlikely. I think it's more of a miracle that both David and Jon
had it. You can't deny he's in my line though. I do make pretty men."

"Yes you do. He also has two sons; I'd like you to check them out as
well," Bacchus said.

What? Why would he be checking out Liam and Noah?

"Sorry, neither of them have it either. 'She' insisted I check earlier."
Eros dropped onto the other chair draping his legs over the side while he
watched me.

"Probably for the best. It would have complicated our plans. Bernie,
would you be so kind as to stand for me?"

Huh? Weird, but I didn't have a reason to refuse.

"Opinion? Bernie, do a turn for us, would you?"

I lifted my arms and turned, wondering what was going on.

"I need to see more," Eros said.

Bacchus stood and put his hand on my neck, looking into my eyes. "TAKE
YOUR CLOTHES OFF, BERNIE. SHOW OFF FOR US. YOU ARE NOT SHY OR
EMBARRASSED."

I was freaking out a little as my body seemed to start moving on its own,
kicking off my shoes then stripping in front of strangers. I thought I
should object or at least be able to stop myself, I couldn't. I lifted my
arms and did a slow turn, bending over, stretching, spreading my legs.
Part of my brain said I should be mortified, even if I wasn't.

"Potential is there. I wouldn't go as young as David though." Eros stood
and walked around me. "She'll enjoy him, I'm sure. Not as muscled,
perhaps. But you will want the ass treatment for sure."

"Of course. Can you do your part if I take care of the physical?"

"I wouldn't make him any bigger. That would satisfy most size queens, and
he'll still have to prep them if they don't want pain."

This conversation did not sound good. Bacchus moved over behind his desk
and pulled something out of the credenza.

"Let's get this done, then." He was holding a silvery
circular...something.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What needs to be done, Bernie. I need another player on the board, and
you're perfect for the part, or you will be by the time we're done. Call
it insurance or perhaps motivation. Your brother needs a little push to
let loose and break some rules. You're going to help with that."

"Have you met my brother? Because seriously, David could be used as a
moral compass." If he'd spent any time around him, he'd know that.

"You'll see." Bacchus opened the circle as if it were hinged, then put it
around my neck. There was a flash of heat, then warmth as it settled on
my skin. "You are now one of my servants, Bernie. Welcome to the family."
I reached up to touch the metal, but it was gone.

"What does that mean?"

"That your life is about to change and get very interesting. RELAX. DON'T
FIGHT THE CHANGE." Bacchus took my face between his hands and kissed me.
Full on the lips. I wanted to fight him, but my body melted at his touch,
and I opened my mouth to let him in. Warmth spread from the kiss through
my body. It started with a tingling sensation then grew stronger until it
felt like I was vibrating.

"That's it, LET ALL THE WALLS FALL, NO MORE INHIBITIONS, NO GUILT, NO
REMORSE, YOU ARE A SEXUAL BEING, PLEASURE IS GOOD. YOU SERVE BACCHUS."

"May I begin?" Eros's voice sounded so distant, as if he wasn't in the
same room.

I heard a whimper and realized it was me. The heat grew, and my heart
sped up. My body felt so alive and needy. I wanted Bacchus to do more
than kiss. I wanted him to take me, to use me, to make me fly. The lust
was overwhelming.

"There he is. That's the real Bernie." Bacchus whispered, and I moaned
again as his hands kneaded my ass as his mouth trailed down my neck and
across my shoulder. "Any trouble, Eros?"

"Not at all. My line breeds true in one way. He needed very few changes
once you removed the inhibitions. I rooted the needs you and Aphrodite
requested. I'd recommend you keep a close watch on him until he moves
here. He's likely to need satyr care until you get him settled."

"Thank you again, Eros."

"Later," Eros replied.

"How are you feeling, Bernie?"

"I need you to fuck me, please?" My voice sounded whiney, but I couldn't
help it. I felt like if I didn't get a dick in me soon, I'd crawl out of
my skin. Never in my life had I needed sex this badly. Even the voice in
the back of my head had gone silent.

Bacchus eased me onto the couch then began undressing. I couldn't take my
eyes off the handsome man or his beautiful sparkling eyes.

"YOU WILL ACCEPT MY JOB OFFER, Bernie. YOU WILL MOVE TO BACCHUS SPRINGS
AS SOON AS IT IS FEASIBLE."

My brain hiccupped. I had to object and say no, Casey didn't want to
move. But I couldn't form the words, and then as I tried to figure out
how to say it, the thought drifted away. I knew something wasn't quite
right, but I couldn't figure out what. I concentrated, trying to regain
what I'd lost. A warm, wet mouth was suddenly wrapped around my dick, and
any other thought was gone.

My brain refused to work. I couldn't hold any thoughts or ideas. Every
part of me was focused on the sensations Bacchus was bringing to my body.
His mouth, his fingers inside me, his other hand teasing my nipple.
Nothing else existed.

"So responsive. I'll never understand why men deny themselves such
pleasure. You knew you were attracted to men, Bernie. Why? Not to worry,
I'll make sure you get everything you need. You'll never go without
again."

"Ohhhhh, fuccckkk." My ass burned and clenched as he pushed inside me.
Another wave of heat broke over my body, and I felt him going deeper, the
discomfort gone, replaced with waves of pleasure.

"So tight. You're going to love being one of mine, Bernie. You are going
to do such good work for me, and then you're going to help get your
brother to loosen up a little."

"Yessss." I moaned as he seemed to hit that magic spot with every thrust.

I could feel my orgasm building deep within my gut, even without touching
myself, I knew it was close. The pleasure was almost too much, and then I
was falling. The world had gone white, and I was coming harder than I
ever remembered. My body shook and convulsed, squeezing the cock deep in
my ass until I felt the wetness of Bacchus's release. I drifted on clouds
of pleasure, unable to form the simplest of thoughts.

*   Scene 6   *
Bernie Martinez

I woke to the sound of voices. My head was still groggy, and when I
opened my eyes, the world was blurry for a moment.

"Don't sit up too quickly, take your time."

I recognized Bacchus's deep voice.

"He should be ready in a few minutes. Make sure you feed him, and when he
seems functional again, take him to the Red Room. Include all the satyrs
and invite Heather and Kayla as well."

"The nymphs?" a strange voice asked.

"Yeah. He might be focused on dick until he gets his fix but he's pan.
Don't want him to see all the hot guys and forget. I'm going to need him
to be able to perform with both," Bacchus said.

That last comment was enough to motivate me to wake the fuck up. I looked
at who was talking with Bacchus and didn't recognize the blond muscle
jock.

"Better him than me," the blond retorted.

"Not to worry, Benny. Only dick for my favorite boy. We'll have to let
David know we're keeping him overnight. After we're done with him, he'll
be very well initiated."

"Doesn't he have to drive back to the city tomorrow?"

"Good point." Bacchus turned to look at me. "He won't be up to it, I'm
afraid. I'll have either David or one of you drive him then portal back.
We've got to take good care of our new brother."

"Anything else?"

"Enjoy him. You can tell me later how you think he compares to the other
Martinezes."

The blond walked over and offered me a hand. That was when I realized I
was naked. I looked down at myself and froze. I...wasn't me. "What the
fuck?" I held out my arm and looked at the defined muscles. My chest and
abs were ripped. I'd never been ripped in my life.

"Bacchus?" the blond called.

"ACCEPT YOUR NEW BODY AND APPEARANCE, Bernie. It's still you, just some
minor improvements. Trust me, you're going to love it." Bacchus's voice
was firm, and as soon as he spoke, the panic faded.

"Right." I stood and looked around for my clothes.

"You don't need them, Bernie. Naked is fine, and you look real good. You
should show it off," Benny said.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as Benny took my hand and led me from
Bacchus's office.

"We're going to get you fed, then I'm going to introduce you to some of
the hottest guys you've ever seen. Oh, and two of the sexiest nymphs.
Better than your kinkiest fantasy, I promise."

"Why?"

"Why am I feeding you?"

"No, why introduce me to hot guys?" My head was still a little foggy, and
none of this day was making any sense.

"We call it an initiation. Personally, I think it would be more
appropriate to call it a welcome to the family orgy. 'Cause you know hot
bodies, sweaty sex, and lots and lots of orgasms." Benny laughed and
pulled me along.

He can't be serious. Am I dreaming?

*   Scene 7   *
David Martinez

"That had to be the weirdest and most awkward dinner of my life," Dean
said, giving me a poke.

Understandable since I'd been standing in my closet staring at the hanger
without moving. I hung up my suit jacket and undid the tie.

"Yeah, it was. No arguments from me."

"At least the food was as good as always, and Grayson is a sweetheart.
Any idea what was going on? Kelly always joked about the women in Bacchus
Springs being Stepford wives, for once I gotta say that shoe fit
Victoria."

"Thanks to Bacchus. I can't tell you what all he did to her, but there
were a few clues."

Dean sat on the edge of the bed. "Like what?"

I felt the heat rush to my face. "Um...let's just say I detected evidence
that Victoria got very personal with Mr. Bacchus, and if my nose isn't
lying, a few other supers."

"Supernaturals? You mean satyrs?"

"Couldn't say for sure, though that would be my guess. Unless one of the
other erotes stopped by."

"Why?"

"I have no idea. There was enough lingering magic, I can't identify the
compulsions he used. My guess is that there were several layers. Given
that she went from being completely opposed to the move to accepting it
enthusiastically, I think we can assume that's due to Bacchus."

"She's pretty and all, but is it worth it?" Dean shuddered.

"I don't know what Bacchus's plan is. I can tell you there's no love in
that match, but they both seem to still be 'compelled' to be acting like
they're a couple."

"I thought you said you and Bacchus broke down his barriers and that he
wouldn't pretend to be someone he's not."

"I'm as confused as you are. Given his thoughts and lust at dinner, I can
assure you he's fully accepted that he enjoyed our time together and
wants to repeat it-often. I can only guess that Bacchus has some other
long-term plan for Victoria we don't know about. Otherwise, why not just
let her go her own way."

"Will he tell you?" Dean asked.

"If it serves his purpose. Just like with Bernie. I'm really worried we
haven't gotten a call yet. An interview shouldn't take anywhere near this
long. Even with all the freaky shit that happened at mine, it wasn't this
many hours."

"Good point. You could call one of the guys. You've got Matthew wrapped
around your little finger. I bet he'd tell you unless he's been told not
to."

I grabbed a pair of jeans and a tee. That way if I needed to drive out to
Bacchus's I didn't have to change. Dean followed me downstairs and poured
me a drink. My man knew me well.

"Wait. What if I have to drive?"

"I'll go with you and drive. You need it." Dean kissed my temple and put
the glass in my hand.

"Everything okay?" Emma asked as she walked into the room.

"Yes, sweety. It was just a strange evening. Dinner was good though. How
was your night out with Kennedy?"

"Okay. But I think she's losing it. A couple guys flirted with me and not
her, and she had a breakdown. Then I spent the next hour trying to cheer
her up. It's getting old. I think Jake should get as far away from her as
he can. Do you guys mind if I ask Sin over? Not for like, a booty call,
but we've gotten to be friends, and he always knows how to make me
laugh."

"Sure. You don't have to ask, honey," Dean said.

I let out a sigh. "And that's another thing we have to deal with or
Aph...you know who will be poking us."

"One day at a time." Dean pulled me onto the couch and wrapped his arms
around me. Of course, that's when my phone went off.

"Hello."

"Hey, hunk, it's Benny."

"Benny, hi. What's up? Are you calling to have me pick up Bernie?"
Strange, but I wasn't sure I'd ever understand how Bacchus's household
operated.

"About that."

My stomach might have just hit my toes.

"So, Bernie will be staying the night, and one of us will call you after
breakfast when he's...um ready to be picked up?"

"You made that sound like a question," I said.

"Well... Okay, there's just no easy way to say this and not have you
freak out. I mean Bacchus didn't think you would, or he'd have given more
instructions, but I know you and..."

"Just spit it out, Benny. What happened?"

"Bacchus claimed Bernie..." Benny's voice dropped to the level I almost
didn't hear him.

"Okaaaay."

"And he's going to have his initiation tonight. So if you recall, we're
not exactly sure when he'll be functional. I mean, there's the lust and
arousal thing from being claimed then the whole memory thing from
initiation...so I'm not exactly sure when he'll be ready, you know?"

I couldn't process so handed the phone to Dean.

"Hey, Benny. It's Dean. You broke him. I think I caught most of that. Can
I ask if he's doing okay or at least as well as you'd expect?"

"Oh, yeah. He's really sexy by the way. David never mentioned having a
hot brother. Bacchus said someone will probably have to take his car and
drive him back tomorrow. He probably won't be up to it."

"We can worry about that tomorrow. Do me a biggie, would you, Benny?
Watch out for him and make sure Bernie's okay. We'll owe you," Dean said.

"Sure. If it helps, he seems pretty into it. But will do. Thanks for not
yelling at me."

"Of course, Benny. Talk to you later."

Dean ended the call and looked at me.

"Bacchus claimed him."

"He did." Dean rested his hand on my shoulder.

"He's being initiated. You know what that means?"

"I do." Dean began rubbing my neck.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for the questions. I mean, I said I'd explain,
but I had no idea Bacchus..."

"We'll get through it, love. Maybe there's more to Bernie than you knew."

"That's even scarier."

>>END CHAPTER 23<<


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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. Wife is Lauren, two daughters, Olivia and Sophia
* 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. Wife is Victoria.
* 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
* Kelsey - David's interim secretary, normally works in Human Resources,
perky, sweet, and efficient
* 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, girlfriend was Cassie
* 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