Date: Mon, 29 May 2023 18:42:07 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 26: The Fates Call

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 26, The Fates Call
by Tripp Savidge

*   Scene 1   *
David Martinez

"You're feeling okay? I didn't keep you up too late?" I walked Dean to
the back door.

"I feel pretty good. Not as buzzed as I would have expected from your
feeding, but also not nearly as tired as I should be for how little sleep
we got." Dean kissed me. "Be good today. No going out or seducing the
poor innocents of Bacchus Springs."

"Yeah, go ahead, ruin my plans. I had a nice day of debauchery planned.
Now, what am I going to do?" I had hoped he'd stay at home for another
day. "Are you sure you're ready to go back to work? No one will judge you
for taking more time."

"Hey." Dean cupped my face and looked me in the eye. "I'm fine. The
hospital visit and stay were for show, remember? Bacchus had me fixed up
in no time. See, being your soul mate has some perks. Quit worrying and
make sure you save some lust for me." Dean gave me another kiss before
leaving.

I returned to the kitchen and poured another cup of coffee. For the
moment, the house was quiet. Jon and Jake had left early for work, now
Dean was gone, which left me with Emma, Ashley, and Matthew.

I grinned to myself. Dean and I had fucked Matthew senseless. I really
ought to send him straight home... I had fed on him shamelessly and
brought him back enough times he had to be physically exhausted.

Looking at my calendar, there weren't any meetings I had to move since I
wasn't going into the office. I could do the ones scheduled by phone and
maybe get some work done. I checked the time; it was still too early to
call Kelsey. My head jerked up when I sensed and smelled someone I wasn't
expecting.

"Got any coffee?" Eros asked as he strolled into the kitchen.

"Fresh pot. I didn't realize you were still here."

"Hm." Eros found a mug and made a cup the way he liked before sitting at
the table with me. "Why would I leave? There are so many interesting
people here."

"Interesting?" I wondered who he was talking about. I knew he hadn't
visited me during the night.

"Very. Though I did miss Ethan." Eros scowled at me. "You know, I think
he'll end up looking as good as his dad-even without meddling. Now, if
Bacchus takes an interest." Eros snorted and grinned at me. "Hera's tits,
that boy's got a magic ass, and he's hardly a slouch with his dick. No
wonder the girls and guys can't resist. Please make sure he's here for me
next time." Eros looked at his coffee like it held the answers to the
universe. "Emma's blossoming nicely too. Not to worry, I made sure she
was very well pollinated. With Ethan not here, she got extra." Eros gave
me a wicked grin.

"Ugh. That was awful!" I groaned at his attempted humor.

"No, I can assure you she was very good. That girl took to sex like a
duck to water." Eros sipped his coffee, looking over the rim to see if
he'd gotten a reaction.

What could I say? I'd known from my first visit when she tried to mount
me that Emma was into sex, and Ethan... fuck. "Thoughts on how things
went with Ashley?" I glanced toward the door. I thought I'd know if she
woke or was close enough to hear.

"All fixed. And I can say with authority that there are no V-Cards
remaining. You're going to love her." Eros waggled his eyebrows. "I'll
report back to Aphrodite and let her know there's no threat to Jon and
Jake's mating. Ashley is an excellent fit and will complement them
nicely. She's smart, level-headed, and isn't likely to take any shit.
Doesn't hurt that she's also gorgeous and very fuckable." Eros laughed.
"Given how your powers are developing, you might be able to tell, but I
used love arrows on all three, though Jon and Jake's connection will
always be much stronger. And before you object, Aphrodite and the Fates
insisted."

"Why?" I still didn't understand why we couldn't be with the people we
wanted without interference from the gods.

"I wasn't about to ask. Maybe it's a concession to Bacchus. Maybe
Aphrodite likes Ashley and knew this was what she wanted. If you want to
take the risk and ask her, be my guest. The Fates...likely something to
do with the tapestry, but they're not big on explanations either." Eros
sounded a little too much like the other people I'd worked with in the
past who did their "job" and didn't worry about the consequences or why.

"Have you done triads before?" No matter how much I liked Ashley, I hated
that Jon and Jake had no choice in the matter. Yet another example of
being a pawn for the gods.

Eros was quiet for a moment. "Yes. Most of them have been because that
was what they wanted or what would work best for them to be happy." He
raised his eyes to look at me. "There have been other instances where it
was at the behest of one of the gods or the Fates. Usually, Aphrodite
prefers pairings, so for her, this was an unusual demand."

"Did you make any adjustments to Ashley?"

"A few tweaks so she likes being in a threesome and won't have jealousy
issues. Made sure she was open to other options so Jon and Jake get some
couple time." Eros smirked. "No question the girl got her father's
appetite for dick...and sex in general. Not sure how Bacchus kept her
from rebelling; then again, she had Emma and Kennedy." Eros grinned over
his mug.

"Meaning?" I was pretty sure I knew, but in Bacchus Springs, one couldn't
assume. And what was that eyebrow waggling thing?

"She likes girls well enough, or maybe I should say 'liked.' Now that
she's had all her holes stuffed full of dick, I think her priorities have
shifted. You should remember that." Eros winked at me.

"What do Ashley's interests have to do with me?" I was starting to get
worried, the winking, teasing, none of it seemed encouraging somehow.

"'Cause you'll be helping to keep her happy. I told you Ashley's got an
appetite, and she was hot for you...and Dean...even before I helped. I
know we haven't gotten to the ceremony and ring part, but let's be real,
Ashley's family now. You, Dean, Ethan, Emma, and anyone else in the
family, you're all on her dance card. I made sure-"

A strange chime sounded, and I looked around wondering if I'd imagined
it.

"Shit." Eros stood and took his cup to the sink. "The bitches call..."

"What?"

"The Fates?" Eros looked at me like I was daft. "Sorry, you don't keep
them waiting." Eros vanished.

Fuck! I had so many more questions for him, and we didn't get to any of
them. And what was he going to say? He made sure what?

*   Scene 2   *
Rakesh Dara

The screaming hadn't stopped, and it was starting to get to me. Just
fucking kill him already, or at least put a gag in his mouth. I could
take small comfort that he wasn't in the same room, and the sounds were
slightly muffled. There were others here as well, but they weren't as
obnoxious. There was begging-and-pleading guy, but he had to have been
farther away because I could barely hear him. Every once in a while, I'd
hear a woman's screams, and strangely, it sounded like there was a horse
clip-clopping down the corridors.

I tried to shift and couldn't stop the involuntary groan. I hurt. My legs
and arms ached and burned constantly, and the iron cuffs cut into my
wrists and ankles. I knew it was pointless to try, but I couldn't help
pulling to try to relieve the pain. I'd been stretched into a spreadeagle
with my legs wide apart-just a little wider than they were meant to go
and the same with my arms over my head. The chains let me move them a few
inches forward or back, but not enough to stop the burn.

I gave up and looked around for the hundredth time. Nothing had changed.
I had no idea where I was or how I got here. I wondered if I'd been taken
across the veil and was caught up in one of the god's games. Because as
far as I knew, we didn't have any medieval castles or dungeons in Bacchus
Springs, and yet, that appeared to be where I was. The walls were cut
stone, and the floor felt the same but with a layer of gritty dirt under
my bare feet. Because, of course, I was also completely naked...and cold.

The only light came from a flickering torch that was on the very edge of
my vision. It left most of the room in dark shadows, and it smelled. Did
I say that? Dark, dank, and smokey.

I heard a clank and a slow metal screeching sound to my right. A moment
later, a muscled man dressed completely in leather from the neck down
stepped into view. I had the vague sense I should recognize him. It was
too dark to see him clearly, but I'd guess the hulked-out guy was in his
late thirties, early forties, with short salt and pepper hair and beard.

"Someone has been a bad boy." Leather dude had a deep baritone voice that
sent a shiver up my spine. It was almost more of a growl.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" I barely got the questions out when I felt
Bacchus's presence.

"Bacchus! Thank god. I knew you'd find me. Please, can you get me out of
this place?" It took a moment before he stood in front of me. His
expression was not comforting.

"Why would I do that? I'm the one who put you here."

"What? Why?" Why would he do this to me? I'm his loyal servant.

"You broke the rules, Rakesh. We can't have that."

"What rules? I serve you diligently and have done everything you asked."

"Forcing staff members to have sex with you, blackmailing them, and not
giving any consideration to their consent? I've sadly learned that you've
also taken some of my flock before they were cleared. None of these acts
are acceptable."

I was stunned. "Consent? Since when have you ever worried about consent?"
I felt the anger before he turned his glowing eyes on me.

"You pitiful mortal! You dare to compare yourself to me. I'm a god, there
are no rules or laws that govern me. You; however, agreed to follow mine
when you bartered for your service. A deal which has fallen apart."

"I did what you asked. I turned over Sinha and Chetana to you when they
were still virgins. That was the agreement."

"And I should have realized that anyone who would so easily hand over
their children was not trustworthy. Sinha has disgraced me, likely
copying what he learned from you. He's now under a curse from Aphrodite
and totally useless. And Chetana...her body rejected the satyr gift, and
she is still bedridden. None of that changes that you have abused your
position and ignored my decrees."

"I-" I tried to speak and couldn't make a sound. Bacchus held up his
hand.

"There is no argument. I've already notified the staff at the resort that
you've stepped down. I'll bring in a manager from one of my other
properties until I decide how to fill the position."

How could he do this to me? I'm his servant. I've dedicated my life to
him-sold my soul. What was I going to do if I no longer managed the
resort?

"You're still my servant. The only way out of that agreement is death."
Bacchus responded as if he'd read my mind. "But never forget I decide
when and how you'll serve me. First, you need to understand that you have
failed me, and there is a cost. Perhaps you remember Logan Mills from
HR?"

I stared at Bacchus for a moment, struggling to comprehend what he was
saying before I looked at the leather guy again. While I thought I might
have met him before, I didn't remember him well.

"No?" Bacchus smiled. "He's part of the Performance Management team.
Helps out when one of the employees strays from their plan. Your case is
more extreme, but I have faith in him."

Being strung up naked in a dungeon seemed pretty extreme for not meeting
goals. I still couldn't believe Bacchus took issue with the people I'd
fucked. How could he? I'd personally witnessed him taking men and women
without their consent. Sure, he may have used his god powers or compelled
them, but how was that any different?

I tried again but still couldn't make a sound.

"Will she be overseeing his rehabilitation?" Logan asked.

"No. She's left that to me, though she did put in a few specific requests
for later. I'll be guiding Rakesh's punishment."

"Punishment?" My lips moved but still no sound. Didn't matter, they both
still got the question.

"You thought that there would be no consequences for your actions? Do you
realize how many of my people you've hurt? How badly you've destroyed the
morale at my resort? Even the guests have begun to notice. No, Rakesh,
there will be punishment, and you will come to regret your decisions."

"What are your instructions, Lord Bacchus?" Logan asked.

"Pain. Anything that doesn't permanently damage or scar. I don't want you
to break him, just make him suffer. I'd like him to have his full mental
capacity intact for what comes next."

"As you wish." Logan bowed.

This was not good. Like really not good. Bacchus didn't even glance my
way as he left. Logan looked at me and smiled.

"Shall we start with the flogger? Or perhaps you prefer lightning?" Logan
held up a pair of ornate metal clamps. "I understand the testicles are
quite sensitive."

"Please, no!" My voice returned, and I hoped it wasn't because they
wanted to hear me scream.

*   Scene 3   *
Calvin Barker

I slid the last batch of sliced onions into the large pot. Wow, it took a
hell of a lot of onions to make French onion soup. Well, I guess it
wouldn't seem like so much if you weren't making it for the dinner
special at a hotel.

I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and turned to see Martha, the head
chef. "Hey, go on your lunch break."

"You sure? We got behind with the all-hands meeting."

"Positive."

"I've been meaning to ask. From everyone's reaction, was Mr. Bacchus's
announcement a good thing?" I could acknowledge that I was biased. I
thought Mr. Dara was a creep, but that didn't make me right.

"The best, trust me," Martha said. "If you don't have your own reasons,
be thankful for the rest of us." She started to turn away and stopped.
"If you can, stop by and check on Jon. I saw him at the front desk. You
heard about the attack at his house, right?"

"Only that there was one, and his dad had been knocked unconscious, and
Mr. Jensen ended up in the hospital." Saying it out loud, I realized how
bad that sounded and that I really should talk to Jon.

Martha raised an eyebrow. "I've got things covered if you end up running
longer than usual. I'd rather you make sure he's okay. Mr. Bacchus sent
Grant home after the meeting." Martha looked at me as if that should tell
me a whole lot more than it did.

"Got it." I nodded before she walked away, figuring if Grant leaving was
significant, someone would tell me. I cleaned up my prep area before
exiting the kitchen. I'd heard the rumors and caught pieces of several
conversations about Mr. Dara, so I knew the man was a sexual predator-not
that I had anything to worry about. He'd made it clear that I wasn't his
type.

Before I talked to Jon, I needed to call my dad. He'd phoned a couple of
times, but each time there was a reason I couldn't talk. Since it was a
nice day, I stepped outside and found a spot in the sun before pulling
out my phone and calling him.

"Calvin, good to hear from you. Guessing you can talk for a minute?" Dad
said.

"Yeah, sorry about before. I hate talking in front of Mason. He's nice
enough to let me couch surf, I don't want to rub my good fortune in his
face."

"I understand." There was a long pause. "Got some news that you need to
hear."

"Sounds ominous, Dad." I had a feeling it was about Mom, but then again,
it usually was. I wondered what she'd done this time.

"I told you how your mom flipped out when I asked about a trial
separation. Well, after some careful thought, I called my lawyer and
asked him to start the paperwork for a divorce. I'm done."

"Shit. Did you move out?" I wish I was surprised, but I'd seen this
coming for years.

"Over the weekend, when she had one of her all-day church things. I
rented a truck, and a few of the guys from my crew helped me move
everything into your grandpa's garage."

"Everything?" I hoped he didn't just give up and let her have the house
and all the stuff inside.

"Everything I wanted, and I cleaned your room out too-down to the bare
walls. I figure you can go through it later. I left her that fucking ugly
bedroom set she insisted on and the living room furniture, which we
weren't allowed to sit on. Oh, and all her personal stuff. Anything that
was mine or that I picked out, I took."

"I'm proud of you, Dad. So does this mean you're living with Grandma and
Grandpa Barker?"

Dad laughed, and it made me smile. "Hell, yeah. I told them all parents
have to deal with their kids moving back in. I was just a bit behind
schedule."

"Like they'd object," I teased.

"They've always been careful not to say anything, but I'm pretty sure
they're happy I left. Of course, they asked about you."

"Well, now you can tell them I have a great new job, a new house, and I'm
making friends."

"About that, Calvin. We talked about me helping with some projects around
the new place, would you be too put out if I stayed with you for a month?
My current construction jobs will wrap up before you close, and I could
really use a break and some time away from here."

"That would be awesome!" I was thrilled at the thought of having Dad to
myself. Not to mention how much money he'd save me on fixing up the new
house.

"I don't wanna be...what do they call it now...a cock blocker?"

I laughed. "There'd have to be interested cocks to block, Dad. You're
safe. I can't wait."

"Give yourself credit, Calvin. A few more weeks and I'm sure you'll meet
some guys or get noticed. What? Okay, one second." I could tell Dad
turned away from the phone. "Sorry, gotta go. I'll call again to confirm
before I show up. Love you, Calvin."

"Love you too, Dad." I ended the call and did a happy dance. Shit. I
don't have a bed for him. Maybe I can check on getting one of those
inflatable things. Dad is such a great guy and has always been there for
me, unlike my mother. Nothing ever seemed to make her happy and I had to
wonder how he ended up with her. Maybe she was different when they met. I
took a deep breath. It didn't matter and I wasn't worried about hearing
from her; she'd made it very clear when I came out that I was no longer
her son.

Ignoring the pain that still went with her side of my dysfunctional
family, I headed for the front desk. When I got to the lobby, I had to
stop and take a moment to stare. Jon was too pretty to be real. I often
wondered how there weren't more accidents around him because he was one
of those people who turned heads. I realized I'd maybe stared too long
when I saw him smirking at me.

"Hey, Calvin." Jon greeted me with a big smile while Kristen helped
another guest.

"Hi, Jon. You doing okay?" A shadow crossed over Jon's eyes when I asked,
and I immediately felt guilty for reminding him. He whispered something
to Kristen before he gestured for me to follow him back into the staff-
only area.

I followed him but hesitated when he opened the door to Mr. Dara's
office.

"Are we allowed in here?"

Jon looked confused for a minute, then laughed. "Yeah, it's fine. Bacchus
said I was welcome to use it until the new manager arrives."

"What if Mr. Dara comes back to get his stuff." I waved a hand at the
collection of personal items on the desk and shelves.

"He won't. I'm sure Bacchus will have someone come in and box it up for
him."

"Kind of weird how close you are to the owner. He just happened to share
all of this with you?"

Jon snorted. "Some day, you'll believe me. I keep telling you I'm a
servant of Bacchus, though it's not like he asked me." Jon muttered the
last part under his breath.

"Are you okay? I heard there was a break-in at your house." No one had
said how it went down, just the part about people getting hurt. I had to
fight the urge to get closer and touch him.

"I'm still struggling with how to make sense of it, but I didn't get
hurt." Jon looked at me, and I reminded myself I was trying to be a
friend and comfort him, not rip his clothes off-which is what I really
wanted to do.

"Everyone else okay?" I caught a scent in the room that smelled so good I
wanted to wallow in it. It reminded me of pecan sweet rolls. Maybe there
was some truth in what he'd told me about himself. No one should be this
attractive.

"Dad and Dean are both going to be fine. You might as well know, it will
get around town soon enough if it hasn't already. My uncle is the one who
drugged and tried to kidnap my dad and put Dean in the hospital. There is
no reasonable explanation other than it seems my uncle had a real issue
with Dad being with Dean, or any guy for that matter."

"Geez, and I thought my mom was bad for disowning me. At least she didn't
physically hurt me, though she does her best with her words."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't sweat it. Is there anything I can do to help?" I noticed something
seemed to be off with Jon. The look he was giving me was...hungry.

Jon grimaced and squeezed his eyes closed before turning away. "I'm the
one who should be sorry. Grant left early after the announcement about
Dara, and I haven't fed. I know I'm leaking, and my control isn't so
good. Maybe you should leave."

"Leaking? So you weren't shitting me about needing to 'feed'? Fuck,
that's why Martha told me about Grant. She probably knew." Damn, how
dense could I be?

"Hard to keep my arrangement with Grant a secret. Pretty sure most people
know, and he's not exactly keeping it a secret."

"Why not feed from me? I told you before I'm okay with casual sex. I'm no
virgin, and lord knows I've had more than my share of random hookups. You
said you just wanted to be friends, and I know I'm not hot like Grant-"

"You're plenty hot, Calvin, and I wanted to be friends first because sex
with me changes things. It's selfish, but I wanted to know you were a
friend because you liked me, not because of my powers."

"Is that supposed to make sense?"

"This sounds conceited, but sex with an erote is addictive. There's no
going back if we do things."

"So, like permanent friends with benefits?" With how hot Jon was, that
didn't seem like such a bad thing. But I was starting to worry that maybe
some of the crazy stories he'd told me might not be all fabrications. It
was taking all of my self-control not to throw myself at him.

Jon gave me a sympathetic look. "I know you're barely hanging on, Calvin.
Your lust is...fuck, it's so sweet. You probably should go."

"Go? Hell no. I've already told you that I want you. Why not just fuck me
already!" I turned and threw the lock on the door before I looked at him
again. I didn't think it was possible, but Jon's eyes got darker, and the
pull was even stronger. I walked toward him before I even realized I was
moving. He pulled me against his chest and gripped my chin.

"I wanted our first time to be special, at least in a bed; there's a room
we can use..." Jon claimed my mouth, and I thought my dick was going to
burst through my pants. It was the hottest kiss I'd ever had. Jon guided
me back until my ass was against the desk. It seemed like seconds before
he had my chef's jacket off and lifted my shirt up to my pits. He dropped
to his knees and unclasped my pants before pulling them and my underwear
to my ankles.

"I can't wait. Your lust is delicious, so I guess the office will have to
do." Dark eyes peered up at me through ridiculously sexy long lashes. He
licked his lip and took my cock in his hand. He licked up my pre-cum and
grinned, not taking his eyes off of mine. He took all of my dick into his
mouth at once and hummed.

"Fuck!" I always considered myself fairly average but I'd still never had
any guy go down on me like that. Jon continued to look up at me as he
sucked. His hand slid between my legs, and a slick finger teased my hole.
I didn't even see him grab lube.

"Mm. Someone's really tight." Jon resumed sucking as soon as the words
were out. His finger coaxed my ass to open for him.

"It's been a while, okay? Not all of us are so hot we have a queue of
lovers waiting." My ability to speak vanished at that point as his finger
slid inside me and zeroed in on my prostate. If it hadn't felt so good,
I'd have been embarrassed at how I moaned and tried to get his fingers
deeper inside of me.

Jon hummed around my cock as he sucked and worked up to three fingers in
my welcoming ass. Maybe it was because I'd gone too long without sex, but
the pleasure was making it seriously hard to think. I couldn't remember a
time it had felt this good.

"Mm." Jon pulled back and looked up at me through his lashes. "Your lust
is so good, just relax and enjoy and give me your load." He immediately
took me back into his mouth until his nose was in my pubes. I could feel
his mouth, his tongue, and even his throat working my cock as his fingers
in my ass had me seeing stars.

"OH! MY! GOD!" I cried out as my orgasm hit without warning. Rather than
pull back or slow down, Jon sucked harder, and I thought he was going to
shove his entire hand in my hole. I wasn't about to complain either way
since it was one of the best and strongest I'd ever had.

It took a moment for it to register that I'd slid to the floor with my
back against Dara's desk. Jon was crouched over me with a huge grin. Once
I could focus, he leaned closer and kissed me. His tongue slid into my
mouth, and I could taste my cum.

"I told you I'd take good care of you."

I realized I was frowning when Jon gave me a questioning look. "I wanted
you to fuck me."

Jon laughed and gave me a gentle kiss. "Who said we were done?" He then
stripped, and I was doing good to remember breathing.

My God, how could anyone be that good looking? I stared at his dick and
felt a little queasy - there was no fucking way that was going to fit.
"It's too big!"

"Hey." Jon gripped my chin and tipped my head so I was looking into his
dark eyes. "BREATHE and RELAX. Not only will it fit, it's going to feel
amazing. Remember? Love god. My powers help your body adjust and make it
feel good." He held his dick toward me, and I saw a bead of pre-cum
leaking out.

Before overthinking things, I leaned forward and caught the drip on my
tongue. I needed more, so grabbed his cock and stroked it, wrapping my
mouth around the head and getting another few drops. It was the best
thing I'd ever tasted. I could only get the head and the first few inches
in my mouth, so wrapped both hands around the shaft and stroked him.

"Don't rush, Calvin. You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I want it, promise." It may not make any sense, but I wanted Jon more
than I could remember desiring any man. I didn't just want his cock in my
mouth and ass; I needed it. I had to have him. It was that simple. I was
almost giddy as I sucked on his horse dick and realized who was in my
mouth and how lucky I was.

This was without question the biggest cock I'd ever had, and I LOVED it.
I don't know when or how it happened, but I realized my nose was pressed
into Jon's neatly trimmed pubes. The scent was intoxicating, and having
that massive dick down my throat made me proud. I'd show that fucking
Grant who gave the best blowjobs.

"Easy, Calvin. You're going to give yourself a sore throat. How about I
show you how good this feels in your ass?" Jon gently gripped my chin and
pulled back, his cock covered with my slobber.

"Yes." I was struck again at how attractive he was and the thrill of
knowing he was going to fuck me. I scrambled to my feet, trying not to
fall over with my pants still around my ankles. I kicked off my shoes,
pants, and underwear. My shirt was next to hit the floor before I leaned
over the desk. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Jon staring at me.

"Is this a subtle message?" He grinned at me and squeezed my ass.

"I was going for direct. Fuck me."

"I'd really hoped that the first time we did things, it would have been a
little more special and that we'd be in a nicer place than this." Jon
slicked his cock and worked some lube into my hole.

"I don't mind sacrificing to help you out. It is helping, right?" Jon
kissed up my back then gripped my neck before kissing me with his tongue
sliding into my mouth.

"It is." His voice was barely a whisper. "Your lust is perfect, and it's
going to be even better once I'm inside you."

I whimpered as he slid in two fingers and began scissoring them to open
my ass for his dick.

"Next time, I'm going to use my tongue until you beg. I've been told I'm
pretty good at eating ass."

I nodded and let out a little moan as his fingers went deeper, then I
felt the head of his cock as he pressed against my entrance.

"Breathe and open up for me, Calvin." Jon gave gentle bites over my
shoulder blade as he breached me.

"Ohhhhhhh, God, that's big."

"RELAX." Jon's voice sent a tingle through my body, and I felt the burn
and overwhelming fullness as he sank farther inside. "Be still for a
minute and let your body get used to me. I promise it gets better."

"Mm-huh." I counted my breaths and tried to relax. Fuck. I'd never felt
so full, and he wasn't even half-way in.

"You are so tight, baby. Feels so good." Jon wrapped his arms around me
and continued to kiss my neck and shoulders as his hands ran over my
belly and chest. "You have a beautiful body."

I would have scoffed if I hadn't pushed back unintentionally and forced a
few more inches of his dick inside me. He was big enough it pressed
against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through me. Words weren't
possible.

Jon started moving slowly, not going any deeper but still sending jolts
through me with each thrust. He pinched my nipple, and I groaned. I knew
I wasn't thinking clearly but was still very aware of how desperate I was
to have him. Not getting all of his cock inside me was frustrating and I
began pushing back to meet him. Each time I groaned. "Fuuuuck."

"You love having a cock buried in your ass, don't you, Calvin?"

"Yes!" I thrust back again and felt my head spin. I'd never felt so full
in my life, and certainly none of my partners had ever produced this much
pleasure. Sure I liked being fucked, but not by just anyone. It took more
than having a dick to make it feel good.

"You're doing so good, Calvin. Almost there."

"Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck." I was beginning to wonder if Jon's horse cock
would fit inside me without breaking something. It wasn't exactly pain,
just an overwhelming sense of being stuffed full and pressure in new
places. I'd had guys with substantially smaller dicks cause a hell of a
lot more pain and discomfort. I guess that said something for Jon.

I wanted more. I met Jon's thrusts and pushed back, determined to get all
of that beast inside me. Hell if I wouldn't be a better fuck than Grant.
No way was I going to lose out to a straight boy. I felt the press of
Jon's hips against my ass and groaned-with relief and pleasure as I got
every bit of his cock inside me.

"So fucking good, Calvin."

"Damn right. Now fuck me!" The ability to think went again with the first
hard thrust. No question in my mind, Jon owned my body. I was his to fuck
and use however he wanted, whenever he wanted. Sex had never been like
this, never this intense and all-consuming. My entire world became the
feeling of Jon's thick cock pounding in and out of my hole, a feeling I
never wanted to stop.

"So responsive to me." Jon's breath ghosted across my ear followed by his
tongue. His body was pressed tight against my back his arms wrapped
around me and his fingers pinching and teasing my nipples. "I'm going to
make you cum, Calvin."

"Yessss." I couldn't argue when I could feel it building and didn't even
need to touch my dick. The combination of pain and pleasure on my nipples
and the way he pummeled my prostate had me on the edge. I'd never cum
just from being fucked before, but if the finale was anything like the
build-up I was all for it.

"That's it...let go...cum for me as I fill your ass with my jizz." Jon
thrust even faster.

"UGHHHH..." I cried out as I had the most powerful, mind-blowing orgasm
of my life. I swear I could feel the heat of his cream and the pulsing of
his cock as he came inside me. It sent tingles through my body, and my
cock fired one shot after another across the desk. The world tilted and
got dark around the edges, making me think I might pass out.

"So good. Take deep breaths, I've got you." Jon continued to hold me
until the world came back into focus. He slowly pulled out.

"Noooo." I didn't want him to stop.

"It's okay. We can do things another time but people might get suspicious
if we don't go back to work." Jon's voice had a teasing tone.

"Screw them," I grumbled and winced at the empty feeling...and the warm,
wet jizz sliding down my taint. Seconds later Jon was wiping me up with
some tissues. I looked at the desk and was surprised how much cum I'd
spread across the glass top. Jon helped me into a chair while he
continued cleaning up the mess we'd made.

"You okay?" Jon looked as gorgeous and put together as ever, even
standing there totally naked with a handful of jizz soaked tissues.

"I feel amazing. Fuck. Promise me we can do that again. Really sucks you
made me wait all this time."

Jon laughed. "You're a bit sex drunk. I should warn you that people will
likely be hitting on you or propositioning you for the rest of the day.
Best to ignore them because they're reacting to my load being inside you.
It makes you...um...smell extra good."

"Hmmm... Your eyes look normal now. Does that mean you got what you
needed?"

"Oh, Calvin. You are too sweet. Yeah, I fed very well, and being with you
was great. Thank you."

"Mm-hm. Good guy sacrifices for his friends."

"You did. How about I help you get dressed?"

"Sure." I wondered why I felt so strange. Not bad, but sort of floaty and
too fucking happy to care about...anything.

*   Scene 4   *
David Martinez

I was staring absently at my computer screen when my phone vibrated.
Pulling it out of my pocket, I frowned when I saw Emma's name.

"Hello..."

"Hey, Uncle David. I wanted to let you know that Ashley and I are going
out. Probably shopping, then maybe have a movie and ice cream night at
her place."

"Emma, aren't you in the house? Why didn't you just poke your head in to
tell me?"

"Um...you're kinda lusty, and it was hard enough getting out the back
door. I'm on the deck. I know you're trying, but it's too uncomfortable
to be near you right now. I've already soaked three pairs of panties just
this morning! And unless you want me and Ashley to hold you down and use
you like a sex toy, we need some distance."

I sat stunned for a minute. "Ooookay. Yeah, that would be awkward. I'm
sorry. I'm shielding as much as I can."

"Yeah, we know. I texted Ethan too. Not that he'd mind, but-" Emma left
the thought hanging.

"We'll figure this out. Your dad or I will let you know when it's safe to
come home. Hopefully, Eros will come back and help."

"Sure. Don't feel bad. Probably good for me to spend the time with Ashley
anyway. It's a bit of a head rush after you've been with a love god."

"Crap. How's she doing? I should have thought about how she'd be taking
things. This was her first with guys on top of dealing with both Jon and
Eros."

"And Jake. Yeah, she'll be fine, but I think she's in shock, not to
mention a little sore. Knowing her mom, it might be good for her to be
around too. Don't worry, she loved every second; it's just a lot to
process."

"It is. Call me if you need anything." I felt somewhat useless that I
couldn't do more.

"Will do." Emma ended the call.

I realized I was alone in the house. I'd called Bacchus's and asked for a
car for Matthew and sent him home with Rufus as soon as he was
functional. He'd begged to stay, but he was too out of it and caught up
in my mojo to make good decisions. I wasn't sure what else to do.

My concentration was terrible, but I managed to get another couple of
hours of administrative busy-work done before I smelled roses and felt
Eros's return. I looked toward the doorway, and a few moments later, he
sauntered in with a rocks glass of amber liquid.

"A little early for the whiskey." I watched as he plopped down in one of
the guest chairs and sighed before throwing his head back.

"It is never too early when dealing with 'them.'" He took a sip and
glared at me over the top of his glass.

"What?"

He huffed. "It's your damn fault." Eros shuddered and took another drink.

Well, that got my attention, and maybe not in a good way, considering I
was pretty sure he was complaining about the Fates.

"How was it my fault?"

"They wanted to talk about you." Eros's stare was intense. "They've
decided it's time you started pulling your weight. And not to make you
worry, but it seems they were involved in the plan with Bacchus and
Aphrodite to make you and Jon erotes. Something about needing more god
warp threads to support the tapestry."

That sounded worrisome. "What does that mean, and why did they tell you?"

"Eh...after Thanatos, the erotes have the dubious pleasure of being the
immortals who most often serve the Fates, and they told me because they
didn't think you were ready to meet them. As to why you and Jon, the gods
and immortals are the threads that support the tapestry. The older and
lesser gods are fading as fewer believe in them or even know their names.
As they fade, their threads weaken and break. The fates need new god
threads to weave together with the old to maintain the integrity of the
tapestry. Since you also have a soul mate, that means his thread is woven
with yours making it even stronger."

There was a lot to unpack in what Eros said, but my mind caught on the
god he mentioned.

"Thanatos, the Grim Reaper?" The thought sent chills down my spine. He
was real. Were they all real and just how many of them were manipulating
me and my son?

"Hera's tits! You people know shit about the supernatural. Half of what
mortals believe about us is a fabrication or the hallucinations of
madmen. Seriously, like Athena popped out of Zeus's head? More like Zeus
compelled Metis to spread her legs and later didn't want anyone to know,
so he made her disappear.

"Cronus was the Grim Reaper. Thanatos is the god of death. Super sweet
guy, you'd like him." Eros took another drink, and I watched as his glass
magically refilled. He grinned. "Thanks for buying the good stuff."

"Sure." Shit, where to even start? "Why do the erotes and Thanatos have
to serve the Fates?"

"Simple. The Moirae weave the tapestry of life. Atropos lets Thanatos
know when an important thread is to be cut that requires his assistance.
Most deaths don't involve the gods, and Hermes handles the majority of
souls that need escorting. Similarly, when threads need to be woven
together in love to make the tapestry stronger, or they threaten to
weaken or blemish the pattern of the weave, we're called on to fix it."

"So everyone who falls in love..."

"Goodness, no! Like with Thanatos, only special cases. Mortals still have
free will, but we help the fates ensure the integrity of the tapestry.
Sometimes that means putting particular people together or reinforcing
their feelings. Most of the time, we serve Aphrodite. You're an odd case
since you also serve Bacchus."

"What does this mean for me?"

"You'll start receiving assignments from the Fates, just like the rest of
us. Usually, in dreams, on rare occasions, or in emergencies, they'll
speak directly into your head, and if it's real important or shit's about
to go down, they may show up in person."

"So I'll remember when I wake? And do I have to do what they ask?"

"Unless you're a masochist, yes. They will make your life a literal hell
if you don't. You will 'know' who, when, where, and what has to be done.
But it isn't always making people fall in love. It depends on what they
need for the weave."

"Will I recognize them if they show up?" The image of the three old
crones around a cauldron came to mind.

"Not by appearance, but you'll feel their power and may have the strong
urge to run the other way." Eros chuckled. "Not that they'd let you.
They're goddesses and can appear however they want, young or old, of any
race. The last time Lachesis came to me, she appeared as an Asian pre-
teen cos-playing Sailor Moon. I was at a convention." Eros shook his
head. "I had to seduce someone to break up a marriage that would have led
to a number of threads being cut that shouldn't have been."

"Free will that messed up the plan?"

"It happens. You'll get the hang of it, and they assured me they'd start
you off with easy stuff."

I took a deep breath and reminded myself there was no use getting worked
up over something I couldn't change. "Any suggestions on how to get my
powers under control again?"

"It's already better than when I left. Continue to focus on your
shielding, don't forget to feed. Hm...maybe don't judge yourself too
harshly. You're no longer human or mortal, and I'm being serious when I
say the rules are different."

"Not mortal? Lot of good being a god did me when Tony tried to shove me
in the trunk. My powers were useless." I still couldn't believe he'd done
it.

"Different issues. Given your brother's betrayal, you may find that your
powers now work on him, though you are a softy." Eros shrugged before
taking another sip of the whiskey. "Something to remember if it happens
again, you still have your strength and ability to travel, and while you
can't compel or alter someone you love, you can fill them with lust to
the point they can't think. I expect you were so shocked you froze.
Before you object, it's better to have your enemy give you a blow job or
bend over for you than end up in the boot of a car."

"If it happens again? Fuck, I hope not." Remembering what happened with
Tony reminded me of Bernie. "Do you know what Bacchus did with Bernie? Or
his family? I'm not sure how to handle it when they move here."

Eros turned to stare at the wall for a moment and sighed before speaking.
"You already know that Bacchus made him a servant. The physical changes
are fairly obvious, knocked off a few years, gave him a gym rat's body,
took away his gag reflex, and gave him the ass treatment."

"Did you make changes? I'm sure Bacchus asked for some." I reminded
myself to breathe.

"A few. Your brother and his sons may not have the spark, but they take
after me otherwise. They're all pan, with a stronger-than-usual sex
drive. With Bernie, I filled a few particular desires that Bacchus and
Aphrodite requested to help him fit in here. Nothing big."

I couldn't miss that Eros was being vague. "And my nephews, Liam and
Noah?"

"I checked them for the spark but made no adjustments. Bacchus wants to
wait until they move here. I can tell you that neither of them is a
virgin, both are pan. The younger one has more sexual experience than the
older. His first was his babysitter, who seemed to be impressed with the
size of his dick." Eros smirked.

"Babysitter?" I couldn't stop the break in my voice. "Noah hasn't had a
babysitter in...years!"

"Precocious boy. He started early. She still comes around occasionally."
Eros shrugged. "But he has a few friends who've gotten him some
experience with dick as well."

"Oh, God." I put my head in my hands and took a deep breath before
continuing. "And Liam?"

"He's repressed like you were. He's experimented with girls, but it's
pretty obvious he leans more toward dick. He's fighting it." Eros caught
my eye with a serious look. "You know how that will go once he's here?
Even if Bacchus doesn't take away the inhibitions directly, he's got
about two weeks."

"Fuck. Will they be affected by-"

"David." Eros sighed again. He seemed to do that a lot around me. "We've
gone over this before. No one is immune, god or immortal, male or female,
no matter what their orientation is. You and Jon can try to shield, but
the odds are against you."

Then it hit me. What would Bacchus want, and how would he manipulate this
situation? Bacchus had requested specific changes for Bernie. Shit.
"Eros, Bacchus wouldn't happen to have asked you to increase Bernie's
desire for me?"

"Does it matter? You know from your own interactions that he already
wanted you."

"Fuck." I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. "I'll take
that as a yes."

"I'd say not to fight it, but we both know you will anyway. I'll check
back with you tomorrow to see how you're doing." Eros set his glass on my
desk, gave me a sympathetic look, and vanished.

My mind spun, thinking about Bacchus's goal or intentions with Bernie.
Could I fight it? Was there any point in doing so, or would it be better
to work with Jon on spin control and at least try to manage it? Fuck,
fuck, fuck!

*   Scene 5   *
Gary Walsh

This isn't happening, I told myself, and even as the words registered,
they sounded worn and overused. I'd been saying it so often lately they
meant nothing. I could feel my orgasm building as my cock rubbed against
the desk. Each thrust of Dean Hoover's dick brought me closer.

"I'm so glad we worked out a way for you to stay on staff, Gary. I'm
really enjoying your pussy." Hoover gripped my shoulders and started
fucking harder. "Gotta say, you're about the last guy I'd have guessed
was a cock whore."

"Ugh," I grunted, knowing I was likely to have bruises after this
pounding.

"But I'm so happy you are, and I'll be glad to be your advocate as long
as you bend over for me, just like this." He emphasized it with a couple
of extra hard thrusts. "Though you need to be smarter. I mean seriously,
The Slutty Professor? And posting pictures that included your face on
your hookup sites?"

But I didn't! I wanted to scream. Bad enough that I was receiving
explicit photos after every fuck, but worse was that my invisible nemesis
set up several profiles for me. If this was Karma for what I'd planned
for that fag then she was a nasty, evil bitch.

I lifted my head and gasped as I felt the jolts of pleasure bringing me
over the top. I came hard, my cum shooting out between me and the desk.
No matter how hard I tried to resist, my body betrayed me and responded
like the slut Hoover accused me of being. Yet one more nightmare when I
realized that I literally couldn't say no to being fucked. Something my
son and his friends had been taking advantage of, and now Dean Hoover.

"Yes!" Hoover grunted as he bottomed out and bred my ass. I could feel
the warm jizz sliding down my taint. "Fuck, you've got a good cunt. Same
time next week. If I feel the need sooner, I'll have Marci call you to
schedule."

Hoover pulled out and shoved a few tissues in my hand. I was stiff and
achy as I stood and cleaned myself as best I could. Hoover was already
dressed and giving me an appraising smirk. "You'll probably need to
expand your office hours this fall. Given what I saw on the boards, I
think you'll be busy. Just remember." Hoover paused until I looked into
his eyes. "You're my bitch first."

"Yes, sir. Thank you again for letting me keep my job." The words tasted
foul on my tongue.

"Of course, I owe it to your students. Your classes are some of the
highest rated, and now, with the added services." He wagged his eyebrows.
"You'll be even more popular."

The thought made me queasy. There wasn't a single day since that horrible
night that at least one of Kris's frat brothers hadn't stopped by. How
had things gone so horribly wrong? From what some of the guys said, I
knew Kris was getting dicked at least as much as I was, and several of
the guys had received compromising photos.

I double-checked that I was put back together and turned to the dean.

"Will there be anything else, sir?"

"Nah, Walsh, I'm good. Have a great day, and I'll see you next week."

I stepped out of his office and pulled the door closed. I could feel
Marci's stare even before I looked up. The expression on her face was
sour enough to curdle milk. I wondered if she knew or if she'd overheard
the dean's running commentary.

"Dr. Walsh. Dr. Hoover has you scheduled for the same time next week."

"Yes, ma'am." I couldn't meet her eyes.

"We'll see you then."

"Have a good day, Marci." I quickly retreated and was about to unlock my
car when my phone buzzed. My stomach dropped, and I felt ill as I pulled
it out of my pocket and opened the text. A picture. An image of my face
and me taking a dick. Hoover was cut off above the shoulders, and the
background was blurred, but me-perfectly in focus. As usual, I hit
delete, and like every other time, the image remained but was moved to
the folder my ghost had set up, titled: Achievements.

I still had no idea how someone was getting the pictures. I'd ripped my
bedroom apart, looking for cameras, and found nothing. It didn't seem to
matter where I was, my stalker was able to record what I'd done. I
perversely wondered if this one would end up online too.

Before I had time to back out of my parking spot, a call came through.
Our lawyer. I put the car in park and took a deep breath. I was sure it
was bad news. Nothing with my wife's case was going well; if anything,
she was having worse luck with Karma than me.

*   Scene 6   *
Victor Byrne (Satyr)

Think about oatmeal or maybe slugs. Just don't think about...

The god bent over Chetana's bed, laughed, and turned his head until I
felt his gaze. I couldn't help myself; I looked and was caught in his
beautiful dark eyes that sparkled with humor. He had thick dark hair that
hung in waves past his shoulders, framing his too-handsome face. With
skin that was so golden, it glowed on a body that was worthy of every
statue carved of him. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist with
enough muscle to make you think man instead of boy.

"You're so cute, Victor. Lust all you want. I don't mind." Apollo winked
at me and gave his signature smirk. No one should be that attractive. I
was relieved when he returned his attention to Chetana.

It was still strange seeing her with no remnants of being a satyr. Her
eyes were the last to revert to human.

"You're recovering well. You need bedrest for at least two more days
before trying to move around. And keep your legs closed for at least
another week. Tell Bacchus to find another hole to fuck."

"Thank you," Chetana said.

Apollo rested a hand on her forehead, and for a few seconds, he glowed,
creating a cocoon of radiance that surrounded her. "You'll still feel
weak for a while, but each day should be better."

"Thank you again for helping me."

"Of course. I like having my brother in my debt." Apollo turned to me and
took a step forward, causing me to look up. The god was taller than
Bacchus. "I can think of several ways he can repay me." Apollo cupped my
chin and smiled before he leaned in close so he could whisper in my ear.
"I do love a tight ass, satyr."

And he was gone.

"Victor? Are you okay?" Chetana asked. "He didn't threaten you, did he?"

"Don't worry about it." I sat on the edge of her bed and took her hand.
"I'm glad you're doing better." Her golden brown skin looked much
healthier than the last time I saw her, and her dark eyes had more life.
We were afraid she might not recover from her body rejecting the satyr
gift.

"It's good to see you. How is everyone? Sin told me about Burchard."

I couldn't help the grimace or the way my stomach flipped. Of course Sin
had told her. He visited her at least once every day.

"Fuck. It was bad, Chet. But I think other than being a little nervous
and extra cautious around Bacchus; everyone's okay. He's...I don't
know...on edge? Did Sin tell you what Burchard did?"

"About Jon's call, yeah. How could he be so stupid?"

"We also found out some of the research he did was bogus. Now we have to
go back and check everything he reported in the last few months. That's
one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you."

"What does it have to do with me?" Chetana asked.

"I think we should ask Bacchus about you being his new secretary. You've
already done some of the work and helped Burchard. Bacchus trusts you,
and you already know everyone and most of the secrets."

"Huh...that's not a bad idea. But he's still angry that my body rejected
the satyr gift." Chetana turned to look toward the open balcony. If she
stood, she'd have been able to see the Aegean Sea.

"It's not your fault, Chet. I know Pan warned him it might not work. I
think he's just angry overall. He still doesn't know who stole the stuff
from Olympus's vault or who's been interfering. I know he thinks one of
the gods is behind the attack on David, and he asked Hades to find out if
Burchard might have been told to ignore the calls. Besides that, he's
already shown you that you're important to him. He asked Apollo to help
heal you. He's not going to sacrifice his pride on a whim...and to admit
that Apollo might have more healing ability than he does? He cares."

"Maybe. I'm not so sure he still trusts me, Vic. Sin said Bacchus barely
speaks to him. And with Dad disappearing yesterday and Bacchus telling
everyone he resigned..."

I looked at her and wondered if there was a reason not to tell her. I
didn't think what I knew was a secret; the other satyrs and I had talked
about it.

"Chet, you ought to know Bacchus is trying to break Sin's curse. He can't
do it directly and anger Aphrodite, but we're pretty sure he's working
behind the scenes with David to make it happen. Sin didn't tell you about
his visit with David and Dean?"

Her eyes went wide. "NO! What happened? You have to tell me!"

"The short version is they edged him and drained his balls without giving
him an orgasm. He said David and Jon have to torture him with unfulfilled
lust and want until 'she' is satisfied. But that if they do, she'll break
the curse. I gather she is still unhappy with Sin."

"The gods do have tempers. I wouldn't want her angry with me either."
Chetana grimaced.

"Your dad... Shit, Chet, there's no good way to say this. He raped one of
the employees at the resort, who also happened to be a good friend of
Jon's. Bacchus found out he's been blackmailing and forcing others. I
don't know specifics, but he's here in Bacchus's dungeon. I'm surprised
the servants haven't said something."

"Probably afraid to upset me. To be honest, I'm surprised it took Bacchus
this long to find out," Chetana said. "Dad is not a nice person, and Sin
and I figured it was only a matter of time before he got caught. Do you
know what Bacchus is going to do with him?"

"Not beyond punishing him. From things he's said, I'm pretty sure he has
a plan, but he hasn't shared it with us. What do you think about my idea?
I think it's worth trying, and if it's okay with you, I'll make the
suggestion. That may be less risky than you saying something." I watched
Chetana for a reaction. I was really hoping she'd go for it because I did
not want the job, and the sooner I found someone else, the sooner I could
hand everything off.

"I'd really appreciate it, Vic. Thank you. I'll be honest that I'm more
than a little worried about my future."

"We watch out for each other. You'll always be one of us, even without
the sexy hooves." I glanced down at my furry goat legs peeking out from
the long shorts I was wearing. I no longer freaked out about my
"changes," and when we crossed the veil, they were on display unless
Bacchus did his magic.

"You're the best, Vic." Chetana reached out and rubbed one of my horns
while she gave me a loving look.

A servant came into the room carrying a tray which he placed on her
bedside table. He was dressed in a short chiton that hung loosely on his
small frame. I wasn't sure he was big enough to qualify as a twink, but
no question that he was pretty.

"My lady, my apologies for interrupting." He gave me a worried glance,
but I noticed how his gaze trailed over my chest and to my crotch. I
tended to wear vests in this form which showed off my abs and dark chest
hair.

"It's fine. Thank you...tea?" Chetana asked.

"Yes, my lady, and some small sandwiches and biscuits. You need to eat if
you want to get well."

"I will, promise." She gave him a warm smile which made the guy glow
before he gave a nervous bow and left as quickly as he'd entered.

"Olympian?" I asked.

"Yes, but not how you're thinking. He's human but born here. His mother
is one of the many women Bacchus brought across the veil and placed into
the ongoing Bacchanalia." Chetana took the cup of tea and sipped it
slowly.

"I didn't think the whores could get pregnant..." In the grand hall of
Bacchus's Olympian estate and several surrounding rooms, there was a
never-ending celebration that "fed" the god. Though I and the other
satyrs thought of it more as an ongoing orgy of epic proportions.

Chetana rolled her eyes. "Vic, please. We call them celebrants once
they've joined. It was probably one of the other gods having a bit of fun
or playing a prank," Chetana speculated.

"And the father? Not one of the gods, surely?" Not that they were ever
careful about such things, but it could cause issues.

"No, he's fully human, so likely one of the male celebrants. But Bacchus
doesn't care who it was and the possibilities of who it could have
been..." Chetana shrugged, and I understood why. There were hundreds of
men and women in the drunken lust frenzy. She could have had dozens of
partners in a day. "He was taken in by one of the cooks and her partner
and was raised here."

"Thank goodness. The thought of him being brought up in the
Bacchanalia..." I shuddered.

"Bacchus would never allow that. He seems very well-adjusted and is quite
kind. No, the salon is not a place for the innocent." A shadow crossed
Chetana's face as she spoke.

"I don't look forward to my next turn." An understatement if there was
one. Bacchus liked for the satyrs to join the maenads now and again to
stir things up. Adding our pheromones to the frenzy seemed to give the
celebrants a boost.

"There is a bright spot to this; thank you for reminding me. I agree
being mobbed and fucked by men and women out of their minds with lust was
never what I'd call fun. I won't miss it."

"I'm sorry. I usually get to maintain some control and at least pick my
partners. There are several reasons I spend so much time in the gym." I
might not be a big guy but fuck if I wasn't going to be the strongest I
could be.

"Is Bacchus keeping you busy? Sin said that everyone had been staying
close, and there hadn't been many assignments of late."

"Most of us are working on targets in Portersville. So, close to home,
but we're still getting jobs, well...except for Matthew and Blaze." I
couldn't help but roll my eyes, the lucky bastards.

"Meaning?" Chetana gave me a knowing look.

"They're still helping David and Jon. Matthew arrived at the estate just
before I left. He was still so sex drunk he could barely walk, and he
smelled...fuck, he smelled so good. Bacchus was looking for Blaze to send
him next. I guess with the attack on David, he needs extra feedings or
something. I still don't understand why he won't let the rest of us
help."

"Mm. David is pretty amazing."

"Oh yeah, forgot you've been with him as well. Sadly I only had the one
time with Jon at his initiation."

"I expect you'll have more chances. Though I don't know that I will. I'm
not sure he'd be interested now that I've lost my powers. It can't be
helped, but it is disappointing," Chetana said.

"You're still as stunning as ever." I realized I needed to return to get
ready for my "date" with the preacher's wife. Not nearly as interesting
as the Martinez men, but work had to be done. "Sorry, Chet, it's time for
me to go. Is there anything you need? I'll try to visit more often."

"Just your company. Thank you, Vic."

*   Scene 7   *
Liam Martinez

"I swear, Casey. I don't mind. Go out with your friends and have a good
time." Dad held the door as Mom hesitated.

"Thank you. I'm really going to miss them when we move." A range of
emotions showed on Mom's face, almost as if she was struggling with
something.

"We're not moving that far; you'll still be able to visit, and if you
need it to be a late night, we can afford a hotel room with what I'll be
making."

"Oh, don't be silly! One of them would put me up for the night."

"Then stop worrying about problems you don't have and go have fun." Dad
gave Mom a kiss and nudged her out the door.

"You really think she's okay with moving?" I couldn't be the only one
noticing her struggle.

"Huh?" Dad turned and looked at me. "She'll be fine, don't worry about
it."

And there it was again. Certain phrases that Dad, Mom, and even Noah said
at times that sounded flat and monotone like a recording. I'd given up
pointing it out or asking questions. I noticed Dad pulled out his phone
and was texting.

"Something up?"

"Nah. Just letting Devin know the coast was clear. Oh, I spoke with your
Uncle David before you came downstairs. He's offered for us to stay at
his place if we'd rather be there than the hotel. I told him yes, but if
it bothers you, I can tell him we changed our mind."

"Us? What do you mean us?"

Dad looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. "Because..." He
dragged the word out. "You and your brother are moving with me. That
keeps you two out of your mom's way and makes it easier for the realtor
to show the house."

It would have been nice if I'd been asked or they'd discussed it with me.
"Uncle David's is fine." Maybe Jon could help me figure out what was
going on, and I also knew he had all the latest games and consoles.
Something I wouldn't have in a hotel.

A knock at the garage door startled me. I was even more surprised when
Dad opened it, and Devin and a blond jock walked in from...our garage?

"I brought a friend. You remember Benny?" Devin said.

"Good to see you again." Dad hugged the blond.

What the fuck? Who was this guy?

Dad turned to me and had the nerve not to look the slightest bit ruffled
or guilty. "Liam, this is Benny. He also works for Bacchus."

"Hello, Liam. Fuck, you look more like David and Jon than I expected. Not
a bad thing, just sayin'." The blond guy was jacked, and his shirt looked
like it was struggling. No, I was not going to think about how attractive
he was.

"You ready for us?" Devin asked Dad as he put his arm over his shoulders.
"Where's Noah?"

"He's in his room packing, I think." Dad looked at me. "You probably
ought to do the same. I haven't decided whether to leave on Saturday or
Sunday. It might be nice to have a day to get settled." He turned back to
Devin and smiled before they walked away with Benny's hand groping Dad's
ass.

I stood there for a minute, letting my brain catch up. It wasn't a huge
leap to assume that Benny was going to join Devin and Dad in the bedroom.
I thought it even stranger that it didn't shock me. I couldn't even say
why. It's perfectly normal for my dad to start banging hot guys whenever
my mom's not around; sure, typical Wednesday.

Fuck. It so wasn't typical, and hell if anything happening lately was
even in the same universe as "normal." Mom was still acting like a pod
person, and Noah, I didn't know what the hell was going on with him.

"Guess I have to pack," I muttered to myself. Maybe a snack first. I'd
already been boxing up stuff but moving this weekend was not part of my
plan. Packing also meant going to my room and passing Dad's bedroom on
the way. Maybe they'd close the door since they had the new guy with
them. I took my time getting something to eat before I ventured out of
the kitchen.

"Ugh." I could hear them. I tried to tiptoe and groaned inside when I saw
the door to Dad's bedroom was wide open. No wonder they seemed louder
than usual.

I intended to walk by quickly and not even glance that way. I hadn't
planned for the shout that pulled my eyes before I could stop myself.

"Fuck, you're so hot!" Benny shouted.

Time froze as my brain took in the scene with Dad on his back, head
tipped over the edge of the bed, Devin's thick cock in his throat, and
Dad's legs spread wide as Benny fucked him. It was even hotter than the
porn I'd watched. (I'd given in and let Noah set me up.) And now I was
seeing a live version.

Telling my feet to move wasn't working. I had the strongest urge to join
them. It felt like I was being pulled, and my cock was so hard it hurt.
Devin looked at me and smiled, pulling his wet dripping cock out of Dad's
mouth to show me. He stroked his dick a few times, then slid back in.
Like he was reminding me how it had felt in my hand.

"Your ass feels so good wrapped around my cock, Bernie. I can't wait to
breed your sweet hole, fill you up with my cum," Benny said.

"I love a creamy man pussy. I'll fuck him when you're done." Devin stared
into my eyes as he spoke, and it felt like he was talking to me, not Dad.

Both guys were gorgeous, and I couldn't help but watch their muscles flex
as they took my dad. Benny's dick wasn't as big as Devin's, but it was
hardly average. I'd also never thought of the sounds that came with sex;
that was something they didn't get right in porn. Dad's pants and moans,
the wet sounds of his mouth around Devin's cock, the smack of flesh
against flesh as Benny rammed his dick into Dad's ass. The squelching
sound... All of it seeping into my brain and getting me more aroused.

Why couldn't I move? It wasn't until Benny cried out and pumped his load
into Dad that I was able to break away. Even so, I still saw the white
jizz dripping out of my dad's well fucked hole when he pulled away.

I should be horrified, grossed out, something? But I felt more turned on
than I could remember ever being in my life. My ass was practically
throbbing, and my cock felt like it was one touch away from shooting.
Cold shower, I told myself as I sprinted to the bathroom.

Standing in the tub naked, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I opted for
a warm shower and quickly soaped up. The images kept replaying in my
mind, and it wasn't long until I had two soapy fingers shoved in my ass
as I stroked myself. It still wasn't enough, I wanted something thicker
and longer that could get deep inside me. It was easy to picture, but I'd
never admit that I imagined Devin fucking me as I jacked off.

"Ughhhh." I groaned as I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.
My fingers were still in my hole as my cum coated the shower wall. Ropes
of jizz sliding down the tiles. It was good, but I still wanted more. I
let the water rinse me clean as I leaned my forehead against the cool
ceramic. The water turned cold, and I turned off the faucet before
opening the curtain.

"Fuck!" I shouted and almost fell when I saw Devin leaning against the
counter. He held out a towel, and I quickly wrapped it around my waist.
It couldn't hide that I was still hard, and I didn't miss Devin's pointed
gaze or smirk.

"Please tell me you were thinking about me when you got off." His voice
was lower than usual and gave me goosebumps.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was taking a shower." I
watched in fascination as he reached past me and caught a rope of cum I'd
missed with his finger then stuck it in his mouth and sucked.

"Mm." He made exaggerated smacking sounds as he looked for more. "You
taste as good as your dad. Next time, you should cum in my mouth."

"I..." Words failed me. Devin pulled the towel away in one swift move,
spun me until my back was pressed against his chest with his arms wrapped
around me. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

"It was really hot when you shoved your fingers in your ass. I might have
peeked. Were you pretending it was me?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried my best not to react. His hard cock was
wedged between my ass cheeks, and I was very aware of how big it was and
the heat that was teasing my entrance. My fantasy of having it inside me
suddenly seemed much more real. I bit my lip even harder when one of his
hands wrapped around my dick and the other pinched a nipple.

"I'm going to enjoy making you come apart with my cock deep inside you. I
promise it will be so much better than your fingers." He released me and
stepped back.

I wanted to whimper but grabbed the towel and wrapped it around myself,
trying to get some sense of control.

"Keep thinking of me when you make yourself cum, Liam. It won't be long
until I'm the one making you scream." He winked and left, closing the
door behind him.

I slid to the floor and hugged my knees. "What the fuck is going on? Why
me?"

*   Scene 8   *
Jon Martinez

Jake was staring at the ceiling, a grimace on his face as we sat at the
kitchen table.

"You okay?" It had been one of the strangest days I'd had in a while, and
I'd just informed my soul mate that I'd turned one of my few real friends
into a fuck buddy.

"Huh?" Jake looked at me oddly until he must have realized something.
"No, no, you fucking Calvin is fine. We knew it was going to happen. I'm
just still a little freaked out about how badly I want to run upstairs
and ride your dad into the mattress. I mean, he's always hot and all, but
this..."

"You and me both. At least it's way better than it was this morning." I
hadn't been sure I'd get out of the house. If it hadn't been for Eros, I
might not have.

"It won't be too much for Blaze, will it? You saw him when he came down
for a drink. He looked like he'd been ridden hard and put away wet," Jake
said.

"Blaze will be fine. He may have looked tired, but he was also smiling.
Want to tell me why you're into this cowboy theme?"

"Yee-haw, baby. We do a lot of riding in this house." Jake winked, then
burst out laughing. "Soooo... we gonna talk about the elephant in the
room?"

"There are so many fucking elephants right now." I put my head on the
table but knew he was right; we needed to talk. "Okay, so which
elephant?"

"Maybe the freaky sex we had with Ashley, or you know, Eros joining us,
or maybe why I'm feeling shit I didn't before?" Jake's voice rose with
each point.

"It was a lot hotter than I expected." It sounded weak even to me.

"Really? You know damned well I was a man whore before we got together.
I've fucked more than my share, and that was not, I repeat, not typical."
Jake paused and took a deep breath. "So, how much of that was us and
chemistry or whatever, and how much was having two love gods thrown in?"

"From what Eros said, mostly us. He reinforced what was already there in
Ashley, which means she'll produce more lust. Good for us since I can't
feed from you, but I can from her. He also used his love arrows on us.
That's why the feelings are stronger. Before you freak out, it wasn't his
choice."

"What the fuck do you mean, not his choice?"

"He was under orders from Aphrodite and the Fates. I don't know anything
about the Fates, but I sure don't want to go head to head with 'her.'" We
always tried not to name the goddess aloud lest it draw her attention.

"Okay, yeah..." Jake was quiet for a moment, likely coming to the same
conclusion I had: some things you couldn't fight. "At least that explains
why the feelings for Ashley are more intense. No changes to how I feel
about you."

"Same."

"What else?" Jake looked resigned.

"The rest, Eros said, was making sure she was open to sex with Dad, Dean,
and Ethan. Seems she and Emma were already, you know."

"Does your dad know that?" Jake asked in a loud whisper.

"Probably not. I don't think he's going to be happy about it, either.
Pretty sure he's been avoiding women as much as possible. I know he's
pan, but I think it makes him think of Mom."

"Rough." Jake paused. "What do you think's going to happen with Kennedy?
I'm glad I'm off the hook, but I kind of feel bad for her."

"No idea. Eros didn't seem to like her." I could understand why Jake was
worried about Kennedy.

"Hm. Is it bad how relieved I am that I don't have to deal with her? I'd
have really liked it to be just the two of us, but... I guess it doesn't
seem so bad to have Ashley." Jake blushed. "Maybe that's 'cause of Eros."

"I agree with Dad about getting tired of having the gods use us like
pawns. I'm afraid that's not going to get better. You heard Dad say that
I'll probably go through the same stuff he is?"

"I don't mind. Being with a sex god does have its perks." From Jake's
expression and the thoughts he was sending my way, I knew where this
conversation was going.

"You want to fuck this sex god? I would really like to have your cock
inside me."

"Like you need to ask!" Jake grabbed my hand, pulling me from my chair
and into his arms. The kiss that followed was hot enough to make me
forget about everything else. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby."

"Mm." I didn't fight in the least as he dragged me up the back stairs to
our room.

*   Scene 9   *
Ethan Jensen

"Are you sure, Dad? I can come home if it would help." Please, please,
please, I thought as I waited for him to answer. I could hear him talking
to David in the background but couldn't make out what they were saying.

"As much as I love seeing David fuck you, I think it's better for you to
stay at Dan's if it's all right with his mom."

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, but David's feedings are more intense than usual and seeing what
it's doing to Blaze... No, you need to stay there. You'll get more than
enough time with David once things calm down. It's already better than it
was with Matthew."

So, not fair! "I can ask Mrs. Ward." But I don't want to, I grumbled in
my head. I want to come home and have David fuck me senseless. That's
what I want.

"Can you hand her the phone?" Dad asked.

I walked into the kitchen where she'd been when I called to check in.

"Hey, Mrs. Ward, my dad would like to talk to you." I held out the phone.

"Hi, Dean, this is Tabby. What's up?"

"...you wouldn't mind, I'd like..."

"Will he be all right?" Mrs. Ward Asked.

"...yeah... fine... god powers... should." I could only catch a few words
now and again as Dad spoke.

"Of course he can stay. It's not a problem at all." She paused, but I
couldn't hear Dad's side of the conversation. "Yeah, just let me know.
Sure. Bye." Mrs. Ward handed me my phone.

"I'm sorry to impose, Mrs. Ward." Even sorrier not to be home with
David's dick.

"Oh, honey, don't think a thing of it. You're more than welcome, and I'm
sure Dan will be happy you're staying," Mrs. Ward said.

"Staying?" Dan walked into the kitchen and gave me a questioning look.

"Hope you don't mind," I said.

Caleb snorted behind me. "You kidding? He'd have you move in if he
could."

"Caleb." Mrs. Ward's voice had a hint of warning.

"What's going on in here? I heard that tone," Paula said as she joined.
She gave a kiss to Mrs. Ward and turned to look at me. "Everything okay?"

I looked at Mrs. Ward, and she gave me a nod, letting me know it was okay
to tell her.

"Short version: David powered up, and he's pretty much irresistible-to
everyone. We're supposed to stay clear until he gets it under control." I
looked back at Mrs. Ward.

"Yeah, that's what I got from your dad. Though I've got to say, I can't
even imagine David being more attractive than he already was."

She had a good point. "You know how it feels when Bacchus walks into a
room? Sort of overwhelming and confusing at the same time?"

"Do we ever?" Paula fanned herself.

"So, like that, but the thoughts are more X-rated." I thought it was a
good explanation because it didn't seem appropriate to say you wanted to
climb him like a tree or rip your clothes off and beg him to breed your
ass.

"I met Eros once..." Mrs. Ward shuddered. "I never felt so pervy in my
life, he doesn't look much older than Dan, but my God."

I grinned, remembering how hot the sex was with Eros. Wonder what she
thought when Dan told her that Eros had sex with both of us?

"Okay, I think we need to change the subject." Paula gave me a knowing
look, and I was pretty sure she knew we'd had sex with Eros.

"Yeah, my home life is probably R-rated at a minimum and definitely
NSFW."

"I sometimes wonder how new people to Bacchus Springs manage. There are
so many things that defy description," Paula said.

"I, for one, feel very fortunate. Bacchus has helped so much with Bart,
Gary, and his brothers, the store." Mrs. Ward gave a deep sigh. "I don't
think I'd have weathered it nearly so well without his help."

"You're doing great." Paula hugged Mrs. Ward. "The funeral is done with,
and we can reopen the store next week."

"Right. We can do this." Mrs. Ward stood a little straighter and got a
determined look. "You boys need any snacks tonight? I assume you'll
either be gaming or watching movies."

"Don't worry about it, Mom. We can get what we need. You and Aunt Paula
don't need to worry about us. Right, brother?" Dan asked, turning to
Caleb.

"Sure." Caleb rolled his eyes but then gave me an assessing look.

I wasn't sure what it meant, but I had a guess. Nothing came of it for
the next couple of hours as we gamed for a bit, then watched a movie.
We'd gone upstairs, and I'd followed Dan into his bedroom. Caleb stood in
the doorway, leaning against the jam.

Dan looked at me, then his brother. "Really?"

"Please?" Caleb gave puppy dog eyes and looked through his lashes.

Dan sighed and turned to me. "Ethan...would it be okay if Caleb joined
us?"

"Um...sure?" I was hardly a prude, but this wasn't something we'd done
before. Though it was only fair since Dan had slept with all the guys in
my house.

"With Dad being gone, it's been tough. Especially on Caleb. I can't blame
him. You are pretty hot." Dan walked over to me and put his hands on my
chest. He kissed up my neck and whispered. "He's a great fuck, I
promise." Dan turned back to his brother. "Get showered and prep while we
get ready."

"On it!" Caleb was gone before the words were out.

Dan closed the doors and sat on the bed.

"Before we shower, I wanted to let you know Caleb's having a rough time.
After we were kidnapped and they took Dad, it's been rough. I know he's
asked several times to go to Bacchus's but Mom's said no."

Things started to fall into place, even more so when I thought about what
David and Dad had shared about Caleb. They'd told me more than they
otherwise would have since I was dating Dan and spending so much time at
the Wards' house.

"Not to be blunt, but you do know your brother's a cock whore? Like even
more so than me?"

Dan laughed. "Yeah. My ass can tell you he also likes to top. But that's
part of the problem. He was using Dad like his own live-in dildo. I like
his ass, but I'd rather be with you. And after everything that happened,
Mom won't let him out of her sight." Dan shrugged.

"Maybe I can ask David. He might be able to convince your mom to let
Caleb go over to Bacchus's. There's lots of dicks there."

"Yeah, and you know that from personal experience?" Dan's tone had an
edge that told me he might be jealous.

"A few times. Mostly with Bacchus, though, and it's been a while. I'm
fine with Caleb joining. Want to grab a shower?" I was glad we didn't
have to worry about Mrs. Ward or Paula interrupting us or even objecting
to what we did behind closed doors. I attributed it to being born and
raised in Bacchus Springs, but then again, it's possible that David or
Bacchus talked to them.

Either way, less to worry about. When we returned to Dan's room after
taking quick showers and prepping, we found Caleb already naked and in
the center of the bed. Caleb was a slender, fit twink with blond hair and
warm brown eyes. No question that he was pretty, but he didn't affect me
like Dan.

I turned to look at my guy. Dan was bigger with an athletic body and more
handsome than pretty. His eyes, skin, and hair were darker than Caleb's,
and he had a bigger dick. One that I liked very much.

"What's that look for?" Dan asked, blushing.

"You are so fucking hot." I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him
into a kiss.

"Hey! What about me?" Caleb objected.

"Patience, Padawan." A plan was forming in my head. "Caleb, suck Dan's
dick. I'm going to get you ready for a good fucking."

Dan gave me a raised eyebrow but moved close enough to the bed that Caleb
could do what I asked. Caleb moved to his hands and knees and began
sucking Dan's cock like a pro. Which I guess he was. I doubted that I
knew about all the things he'd done, but I knew how many times he'd been
with Dad and David. That alone put him in the well-experienced camp, and
I was pretty sure that Jake had said he'd taken most, if not all, of the
satyrs in a gang bang.

I knelt behind Caleb, grabbed his hips, and began on his hole. His ass
and taint were completely smooth, and his opening looked too tiny to take
a dick. I'd have worried if I didn't know he'd taken David and Jon.

"You going to fuck him when you're done?" Dan asked.

"I want you to breed him first. I like a creamy hole, and that'll get him
opened up for me. My plan is we'll take turns fucking him until our balls
are empty."

"Oh! Pleeeeeeease," Caleb said as he pulled off of Dan's cock.

I winked at Dan. "Maybe if he's a good slut, we'll double-dick him. He's
taken David, so I'm sure he can handle both of us."

Caleb let out another moan.

>>END CHAPTER 26<<


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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
* Apollo - (Apollon) Olympian god of prophecy, oracles, music, song and
poetry, archery, healing, plague and disease, and protection of the
young. Son of Zeus. Twin of Artemis (Diana).
* 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 former 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 Hoover, Ph.D. - Dean at the university where Dr. Walsh teaches
* 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.
Formerly 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.
* Victor Byrne - the "oldest" of Bacchus's current satyrs.
* 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