Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2024 17:14:10 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs: Chapter 27, Let It Go

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 27, Let it Go
by Tripp Savidge


*   Scene 1   *
Victor Byrne (Satyr)

"Benny, can you bring over the other tray?" I turned at the sound of
clanking China. Marcel was not handling this well. He was visibly shaking
as he set out the fine Royal Doulton teacups.

"Sorry." Marcel gave me a nervous look.

"Marcel, take a moment and breathe. You're going to be fine." I'd never
seen Bacchus's chef so rattled. Then again, it had been a while since the
staff had witnessed Bacchus's temper.

"But... Burchard..."

"Made very bad decisions." Benny carefully began arranging the pastries
and biscuits on the tray.

Marcel sighed. "I was afraid he was going to do something stupid. He'd
been muttering and complaining for weeks, But this..."

"Is not your problem. He's not upset with you." I walked around the
island and put my hand on his shoulder until Marcel met my eyes. "You
have nothing to worry about. Burchard intentionally undermined Bacchus
and went against his orders. I think you're smart enough not to do that,
right?"

"Of course, I wouldn't!" Marcel sounded affronted.

"We'll give him the weekend to calm down, and then you can bring your
team back in. We'll all pitch in, right, Benny?"

"Yup." Benny looked at me and I knew he was thinking of our clean-up
detail. I expected that would haunt him for a while. "You never said. Who
is Bacchus meeting with that we need this big spread?"

"The erotes." I helped Marcel finish the tea service.

"Plural? As in more than one?" Benny's eyes went wide.

"All of them but David and Jon. They're helping with the Portersville
church thing."

"Be careful when you pour. That thing likes to overshoot the cups if
you're in a hurry and that tea is hot," Marcel cautioned.

"Got it." I knew how to serve, but it wasn't my strength. Chetna was the
best of us at taking care of Bacchus if the other servants weren't
available. Since we'd cleared out most of the staff until things calmed
down, it fell to the nymphs, maenads, and satyrs to pick up the slack.

Benny placed a hand on my arm and whispered. "I'm not sure I can do this,
Victor. One of them is bad, how am I supposed to handle being in the room
with four of them?"

"I'm sure they'll have their powers shielded. They won't get much
accomplished if they don't."

"Ain't that the truth!" Rufus strolled in and grabbed a few of the extra
pastries as he poured a cup of coffee. "Amaaaaazing as always, Marcel."

"Thank you, Rufus." Marcel seemed to have regained some of his composure.

"You look like you're headed out. Bacchus give you a new assignment?"
Benny asked.

Rufus chortled with a mouth full of croissant. "Taking one for the team,
baby."

"Wait, you mean David? Again?" Benny's voice rose in disbelief.

"I thought Blaze was helping him?" I tried to think if I'd seen him
recently.

"That was yesterday. He's still sleeping, and I just helped tuck Matthew
in. The man could barely walk. David's worn them both out so... I'm
sacrificing." Rufus grinned.

"Poor baby." Benny didn't sound the least bit sympathetic.

"Aw, someone's jealous. Like you weren't just banging his brother. How is
he, by the way?" Rufus gulped his coffee.

"Doesn't compare to David, but that's probably not a fair test. He's
still damn hot. Not sure what Eros did but he's got an appetite. He took
me and Devin and would have taken a few more if we'd had time. We're
still trying to avoid his wife."

Rufus nodded. "Selfish, but I'm hoping David takes a while to get his new
powers under control. This is the best sex I've had in ages."

"No need to rub it in." I wasn't the only one salty about Bacchus
refusing to let the other satyrs help.

"Tea is getting cold," Marcel reminded us.

"Right. Come on, Benny, we get to play party hosts." I loaded the trays
onto the serving cart while Benny grabbed what wouldn't fit. I was hoping
that we could serve and get out quickly. I didn't want to worry Benny,
but I shared his concern over being in the room with Bacchus and four
love gods.

I knocked at Bacchus's office and was surprised when Jed opened the door.
The sheriff gestured for us to enter but didn't say anything. While Benny
set out the food on the coffee table, I began pouring tea for Bacchus and
his guests.

"Thank you, boys," Bacchus said as he took the teacup and saucer before I
could set it down.

"You don't normally have your satyrs serving. I'm not complaining, mind
you. They are very pretty to look at."

I glanced up to see that it was Anteros speaking. He appeared older than
the other three, though still similar. He'd easily pass for college age,
while the other three looked like they could still be in high school. I
did a double-check on Benny to make sure he was okay. We all knew that
Anteros had a thing for him.

After serving everyone, I stood and nodded at Bacchus. I was just about
to excuse myself when he spoke.

"Victor, I'd like you to remain with us. I'd ask you to stay as well,
Benny, but you're too much of a distraction for Anteros. Before you go,
couple of things. How was your visit to Bernie's?"

"It went well, Father. He's very...responsive." Benny was clearly
struggling for words, and he blushed when Eros began laughing.

"Oh, I bet he was."

I couldn't help notice that earned Eros a recriminating look from
Bacchus.

"Sorry." Eros mimed zipping his lips.

"I'm glad your visit went well. You'll likely have to help again once
he's here. I expect moving in with David is going to create some
interesting dynamics. Also, I need you to connect with Andrew Klatchy. I
don't care how or what excuses you use, but he can't return home after
Saturday evening, and he especially can't go to church on Sunday. You
should bring him here."

"Yes, Father. Is there anything else?"

I could tell from the nervous glances that Benny thought Anteros might
speak up.

"No, that will be all." Bacchus watched until Benny was gone and the door
closed.

"David's brother and nephews are moving in with him?" Eros asked.

Bacchus grinned. "They are. I might have nudged David...a little."

"You mean you compelled him." Himeros rolled his eyes. While he was
Eros's twin, there were enough differences-mainly in the way they carried
themselves-to tell them apart. Also, Himeros wore his hair longer, and it
reached his shoulders where Eros's was longer on top with close trimmed
back and sides. I always thought it made him look more "normal."

"Eh. It's for his own good."

"What do you get out of it?" Anteros sat back and crossed his legs.

"You wound me." Bacchus wore a hurt expression, but when Anteros rolled
his eyes, I realized I wasn't the only one who didn't buy it.

"David is hanging on to his mortality and former sense of self. He needs
to embrace his powers and purpose. The Fates will be deploying him soon,
and I'm concerned he's not ready."

"Everyone realizes that the brother and nephews will be all over David
and Jon, right?" Pothos looked concerned. "If he's as powered up as you
said, they'll be throwing themselves at David."

"David's regaining his control and ability to shield, but..." Eros
shrugged.

"Oh, I hope they can't resist." Bacchus laughed. "David might not want to
use his powers for himself, but if he needs to hold back his family from
risky behaviors or keep them out of trouble, he can't help but
intercede."

I tried to keep my face neutral. We all knew Bacchus was a master
manipulator, but I preferred not knowing the details so if anyone asked,
I didn't have to lie. Unfortunately, we'd seen more of his dark side than
usual in the last few days. I still wasn't sure why Bacchus insisted I
stay.

"Will you want adjustments made to the brother's family?" Anteros asked.

"Eros took care of Bernie, the brother. Anyone want to volunteer to take
care of Mrs. Martinez." Bacchus turned to Eros. "I assumed you'd want to
pass as David is likely to ask questions, and I haven't let the others
help in a while."

"He's already suspicious. And, yes. It would probably be better for
someone else to do it," Eros turned and glanced at the other erotes in
turn. "Casey-she's the wife-is attractive, and both boys are hot."

"I want to hold off on the boys for a while longer. You said both nephews
were Pan and had a stronger than average sex drive, right?"

Eros smirked. "They may not have inherited the spark, but they're
definitely my kin."

Himeros laughed and Anteros rolled his eyes in response.

"Has anyone ever asked why our descendants seem to carry on certain
attributes?" Pothos asked.

Of course, my first thought was "big dicks" because every one of the
erotes was more blessed than most men. I felt the heat creep into my face
and stared at the floor.

"I'm not going to ask, but you're welcome to, Pothos. If mine are any
indication, sexual orientation, dick size, and appetite have bred true. I
can't explain why David and Jon look so much like us. His father and
grandfather certainly didn't."

"I'll take care of Casey," Anteros volunteered. "Bacchus, you'll tell me
what you want?"

"Yes, we can talk about that later. Victor, I want you to arrange a
welcome dinner for Bernie and his boys. Include all of David's people
too. Perhaps early in the week. I want them to be comfortable coming to
the mansion and hanging out. All of them need to be spending more time
here."

"Any special menu or other requests?" If this was all he needed from me,
perhaps I could escape soon. I felt like a sheep in a room full of wolves
and while they might be shielding, I was feeling the effects.

"Have Marcel come up with something. Not too formal-perhaps more of a
cookout, and we can eat outside." Bacchus appeared to be thinking, and my
stomach did a flip when he grinned. "And we'll introduce them to the
nymphs and satyrs."

"I do love a good orgy." Pothos sighed.

"Not this time. We're taking it slow and building up the heat." Bacchus
extended a hand to Pothos, who jumped up and moved to the Greek god's lap
before making himself comfortable with an arm around Bacchus's neck.
"Now, let's get down to business."

I was about to ask if I could be excused when Bacchus turned to me.

"Victor, take notes. You'll be coordinating and ensure we have our
people, along with David and Jon, where we need them."

Shit.

"Are we still moving forward with the original plan?" Eros asked.

Bacchus scowled and let out a growl. "Not quite. Most of the information
Burchard provided was worthless. I did my own investigation, and Reverend
Klatchy dug his own grave. All I have to do is get the information to the
right people."

"Aw...so no orgy at the church?" Pothos sounded very disappointed.

"That's still on, but we won't need it to discredit Klatchy. It will
however, further his embarrassment and create a lovely scandal with his
followers. Klatchy's superiors in the church and a number of influential
guests were invited for a special celebration and church meeting."

"Have you thought more of how to make sure none of the young people get
pulled in?" Eros asked.

"Won't be an issue. Due to the special meeting, all of the young people
are required to leave after the service as the meeting is only for voting
adults. Victor, I want you to assign maenads to guard all the entrances.
Wouldn't want any innocents stumbling in." Bacchus had an unnerving gleam
in his eyes.

"And it's okay for the visitors to be pulled in?" Anteros clarified.

"I've selected a few witnesses who will be given protective charms. After
all, we need someone to tell the tale and report back to the community."
Bacchus chuckled. "You'll be able to sense them, but anyone else is fair
game."

"If we're all feeding, the...effects may last a while. For any who have
been repressing their true nature or desires, it may break down walls
they can't rebuild. It won't just be a one-time orgy but could be a
permanent turning point." Himeros's tone was serious, and it was clear
that he was giving fair warning.

"Oh, I hope so." Bacchus turned to Eros. "You may need to coach David and
Jon. This will be their first, and I expect some hesitancy if not
outright resistance. You'll be on point to manage them."

Eros sighed and didn't look happy with the assignment. "I understand."

It dawned on me that the satyrs might be expected to join the orgy, like
we did for the Bacchanal. That was the only reason I could think of for
us and the nymphs to be there. I felt his gaze and saw the god watching
me.

"No, Victor. You and your brothers are not expected to participate,
though you will help guide the celebrants and encourage them. Make sure
they have the most salacious pairings. The maenads will guard the exits
to ensure no one leaves or enters," Bacchus said.

"Do you want us to make any adjustments?" Anteros asked.

"Only to Klatchy. For any of the others, let the Fates or your own
intuition guide you."

Now I realized why Bacchus wanted Benny to keep Andrew away. After
learning that he was a victim and somewhat a prisoner under his father's
thumb-not to mention liking men-he wouldn't want him to suffer further.

"I don't see how this will ultimately harm Klatchy. If his leadership is
caught up in the Bacchanal, then it will be in their best interest to
hide that it ever happened. They can't censure him without incriminating
themselves," Eros pointed out.

"That's why we have witnesses who won't participate." Bacchus turned to
me. "That would be a good assignment for Sinha. Have him help the ones
not joining, perhaps hide where they can see but not get caught in the
orgy."

Poor Sin. But I guess since none of us were participating it could have
been worse. Bacchus continued.

"Klatchy won't be a problem for long. Seems he's been a greedy pastor and
not only stole from his congregation but also cheated the government out
of their share. He also has a gambling problem with sizable debts owed to
an unsavory contingent. The evidence and tip-offs will go to the most
interested parties at the start of the service. Who knows they might even
show up for the end of the show." Bacchus grinned as if he were pleased
with himself. "Once he's out of the way, I'll make sure anyone they bring
in to replace him is under my control."

"You mean if Burchard had done this correctly, all these headaches could
have been avoided or dealt with months ago?" Jed had been quiet up until
now, to the extent I almost forgot he was in the room.

"We are not discussing 'him' any further." Bacchus's voice was cold, and
the lights in the room flickered. I could feel his anger like pin pricks
on my skin and tried to scoot back farther in my seat.

"Of course." Jed bowed.

"What about the wife and daughter?" Pothos asked.

"They'll likely appreciate the freedom. We don't need to do more since
their appetites have already been awakened. No reason for them to suffer
more, and besides, their new behaviors will be punishment enough for
Klatchy."

I was so ready to be done and gone from the room.

"Then we're done until Sunday morning. You said you'd be staying clear;
will Victor be coordinating our arrival and any additional details?"
Anteros asked.

"Yes. Everyone else, you're free to go. Victor I'll speak with you later.
I want to discuss Casey with Anteros while he's here."

I practically bolted for the door-without looking like I was desperate to
escape, of course. Wouldn't want to upset the boss. I stepped into the
hall and took a deep breath. And then let out a stifled scream when a
hand gripped my shoulder.

"It will be okay, Victor. Bacchus will calm down once this is over, and
things will get back to normal. No one deals well with betrayal and he's
as angry with himself for ignoring the signs as he is with what Burchard
did." Eros turned me around until I was looking at him. "Focus on your
tasks, and you'll be fine."

"Yeah. Focus." I nodded absently and then thought of Eros having to coax
David and Jon into participating. I didn't envy him that job.

Eros gave me a smile as though he'd heard me. Duh, love gods can
sometimes read thoughts too, I reminded myself.

"We all have our burdens." Eros winked and vanished.

*   Scene 2   *
Jon Martinez

"Please... I can barely function. It's never been this bad before." Jake
sounded exhausted and worried.

"I'm sorry. With Ethan still at Dan's house, there was no one to feed
from, and I think Dad was really getting to me. Grant's still not back to
work. I checked, and fuck if it isn't Calvin's day off too."

"You've got to feed soon, babe."

"I know." I looked at Kristen standing behind the counter and shuddered.
I knew I was affecting her as well. I could smell it and wasn't about to
go there. Ashley wouldn't have been a problem but she'd taken Emma back
to her place because they were afraid they couldn't control themselves
around Dad. I could identify. "I'll try to find someone, promise. Love
you." I ended the call.

"Everything okay? You feel...different today." Kristen looked flushed and
my powers told me she was more than ready for me.

"Sorry, just a little off. Give me a second, I'll be back." I had to get
away. I was not about to fuck Kristen over the check-in counter, and my
resolve was weakening. I pushed open the door of the men's room and
froze.

I was in someone's apartment...

A sleep tousled head peered over the back of the couch. "Jon?"

"Calvin." It came out as barely a whisper and my powers reached out to
him as if he were a magnet. I sipped in his lust. God, it was so good.

"How'd you get here? And that door was triple locked...ohhhhh fuck. Your
eyes are doing that thing again, Jon."

"Calvin." My voice broke as I moved closer. I was vaguely aware that I'd
begun undressing.

"Um. I'm more than willing but the lube is in the bathroom. I'm not
taking that monster without it, just getting that out there while my
brain is still working."

I looked where he pointed and opened the door without thinking. I heard
the shower running, but I was on a mission. Checking the cabinets, I
found the lube and was about to leave.

"Who the fuck are...oh, my God! Tell me I'm not hallucinating." A skinny
guy was staring at me, still dripping wet, his dark hair plastered to his
head and his hard dick pointing at me like a dowsing rod.

I didn't even think. I breathed in his scent and tasted his lust.
Desperate and needy, perfect. I gulped it down, absently registering that
I didn't even know who the stranger was. It didn't matter. I was so
freaking hungry and he tasted divine. My powers had already told me he
was gay and liked dick. Further proven as he dropped to the floor on his
knees and took my cock into his mouth.

"That's it. Suck me." I grabbed a towel and wiped some of the water from
his hair and shoulders, draping it over him.

"Jon?" Calvin peeked into the room, and I heard him snort. "That didn't
take long."

"I..." Words failed me, but Calvin gave me a sympathetic look before
taking the lube from my hand. He held it up, his eyes searching mine.

"Do you-"

"Fuck me." I didn't even let him finish. I could see he'd put the pieces
together and understood. Maybe our impromptu fuck had been a good thing.
It might have finally convinced him that what I'd been telling him was
the truth.

"You went too long without feeding, didn't you?" He didn't sound like he
expected me to answer. I hoped not because that part of my brain wasn't
working. He slicked his fingers and worked the lube into my hole. Jake
had fucked me before work, so I shouldn't have been too tight.

"Need."

"I got you." Calvin laughed. "Ha, getting to fuck this gorgeous ass as if
I'm doing you a favor."

His dick replaced his fingers, and I think my eyes might have rolled back
in my head. I was feeding from both of them now. Whoever the guy was
sucking my dick, he was now deepthroating me like a pro. I hope he
appreciated the new skill.

"You feel so fucking amazing." Calvin pressed his face into my neck and
kissed me. "You also made Mason's day. He was complaining about a dry
spell." Calvin paused and chuckled. "Mason's my roommate-the guy letting
me couch surf. That's who's sucking your cock if you wondered."

I felt the heat creep into my face. I didn't want to admit that I hadn't
cared. Mason's mouth was warm and wet, and he was doing a pretty decent
job. But more importantly, he had an abundance of lust.

Calvin picked up his pace, and I could tell he was close. I sensed his
seed filling me, and it was enough to trigger my own release. Mason
gagged and coughed but managed to swallow my load. It still wasn't
enough.

"Don't pull out, Calvin. I want you to fuck me again." I gave Mason a
hand and helped him to stand before I turned him around and bent him over
the counter. I saw the puddle of jizz on the floor, letting me know he'd
cum.

"What? I just came, Jon. No way I can... Holy fuck. Did you do that?"

I caught Calvin's gaze in the mirror and grinned before I mimed. "God
powers." He laughed but took the hint and didn't call me out on it. I
grabbed the lube and in seconds had the lust drunk Mason prepped.

I already had my dick past the first ring before I realized that Mason
hadn't said a word since his initial surprise. My brain was slowly coming
back online. Enough I could scan him and validate that he was gay, liked
bottoming, and thought he was having the best dream ever.

Laughing wouldn't have been appropriate but I was tempted. Since he
didn't seem to be bothered or have any conflict with being fucked by a
strange guy, I didn't figure I needed to mess with his memory. Let him
think he hooked up with Calvin's friend. Sometimes, the truth was the
best answer.

"Fuck him hard. That's what he likes," Calvin whispered.

He probably forgot that I'd already know that. I wasn't sure how much of
what I'd told him over the weeks had stuck when he thought I was pulling
his leg.

Regardless, Mason was opened up and able to deepthroat and take the
biggest cocks up his ass. He was already leaning toward size queen, and
my fuck cemented it for him.

"I'm going to cum," Calvin panted.

"Do it. Fill me, Calvin."

The jizz pumping into my ass was a rush, like an extra burst of lust. I
let go and filled Mason's ass. His entire body shuddered as his dick shot
stream after stream over the front of the cabinets, emptying his balls. I
hoped he was going to be somewhere to take advantage of how much other
men would want him today. Maybe he could end his dry spell in an epic
way.

As I pulled out, Mason slid to the floor and closed his eyes. "Fuck,
fuck, fuck," he muttered.

"Hold still." Calvin grabbed a washcloth and got it wet, carefully wiping
me clean. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before cleaning himself.

Embarrassed, I slid out of the bathroom and started gathering my clothes.
Calvin joined me, having regained a tee and his sleep pants.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, thank you. I'm sorry... I-"

"Stop. We're good. I've been thinking back on some of the stuff you told
me. I'm sure I've forgotten more than I remembered, but you can remind
me. This is what happens when you don't feed. I get it, and I'm more than
happy to help. It's not an inconvenience, and you don't have to feel
sorry."

"You're the best. What about..." I nodded toward the bath.

"Mason?" Calvin laughed. "Probably the best sex he's had in his life.
He's going to be so sad when he realizes I'm moving out, and he won't
have a reason to see you again."

"I don't need to make him forget?" I thought I should confirm.

"That would be cruel. You are so fucking gorgeous and the sex is awesome.
Don't take that away from him." Calvin's expression conveyed how serious
he was.

"Got it. Thanks." I ran a hand through my hair and remembered I was
supposed to be at work. "I gotta go."

"Can you do your thing to get back, or do you want me to call you an
Uber?"

"Don't know?"

"I have a few errands to run to be ready for the closing, but I'll stop
by the resort at lunch. You'll probably need to feed again, right?"

I shrugged. "Yeah."

"I got you. I plan to get in as much sex with you as I can." He walked
with me and watched.

Looking at the apartment door, I imagined being back at the resort before
I turned the knob and pulled it open. Well, damn. I stepped back into the
lobby and resisted the urge to cheer. Success on my first attempt at
traveling. Go me!

*   Scene 3   *
Ethan Jensen

"Thank you again, Mrs. Ward. I know you weren't expecting me to stay so
long."

"Hush, it wasn't a problem at all, and we know Dan and Caleb were happy
to have you here," Tabby said.

"Yup." Dan wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into him.

"You sure you're okay taking Bacchus's limo home? Isn't that unusual?"
Paula asked.

"Yeah, but it will be okay." I hoped. What it meant was that Bacchus
wanted to talk to me.

"We could have driven you. I bet Paula would let me drive the Mustang."
Dan gave Paula a pleading look.

"Don't push it, mister. Besides, I believe the limo is already out front.
The neighbors will all be talking." Paula was cool and I was glad she and
Mrs. Ward had gotten together officially.

"I'd better go. Thanks again."

"Give our best to your dads!" Tabby called as I left. Dads. That was cool
to think I now had Dad and David as my parents. I tried really hard not
to think about Mom. It still hurt and made me feel things I didn't want
to deal with.

Jamal was standing by the car, holding the back door open for me. "Hey."

"Mr. Jensen. It's been a while."

"Ha. Mr. Jensen is my dad, I'm just Ethan."

Bacchus's driver chuckled as he got in the driver's seat. He winked at me
in the rearview mirror. "Well, just Ethan. Are you ready? It will be nice
to have you visit again."

"Thanks." And hopefully, it's a short visit, and I can get home soon. I
wasn't aware of doing anything wrong, so I didn't think I was in trouble
with Bacchus. But I knew something was going on; he didn't just casually
invite me over. Guess I'd have to wait to see if it was good or bad.

We pulled up in front of the mansion, and Jamal opened the door for me.
"Go on in. You're expected."

I nodded and walked up the steps. I paused and took a breath before
opening the door. The place was a bit overwhelming. The entrance hall
echoed when I stepped inside. I was just pondering where to go when one
of the satyrs came from the side hall.

"Ethan, good to see you. Bacchus is in his office." The guy was
attractive with wavy black hair, pale skin, and a great body. "Sorry, you
may not remember me, I'm Victor." He extended a hand to shake.

"Sorry, I didn't."

"Don't sweat it. Maybe if you spent more time here, you'd get to know all
of us." Victor winked before grabbing my hand. "Come on, I'll take you."

"Do you know? Am I in trouble?"

Victor paused and turned to look at me. "Don't think so. But I'll warn
you that after the attack on David and your dad, Bacchus has been testier
than usual. So I wouldn't recommend disagreeing with him."

I snorted. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. When we reached the door to his office,
Victor gave me a worried look. "You okay?"

"Nervous," I admitted. He nodded and led the way in.

"Bacchus, Ethan's here to see you."

"Good. Victor, if you see Eros, tell him to join us. I know he's around
here somewhere. I can sense him."

"Yes, Father." Victor gave me an encouraging smile and left.

"Look at you." Bacchus stepped up to me and gripped my shoulders. His
gaze stripped me, and he grinned. "Mm...can't wait to make you one of
mine. So sexy and growing up to look just like your dad." He gripped my
crotch, and I had to concentrate to stay on my feet.

I wondered if everyone had the same reaction to Bacchus. It was hard to
be in the same room with him and not be affected. I was constantly hard
and had the strongest desire to throw myself at him and beg him to use me
however he wanted.

"Have a seat." Bacchus gestured to the couch as he sat opposite.

I glanced around nervously as he stared at me. I wondered if he was
reading my mind or sorting through my memories. I wasn't exactly sure
what all he could do.

"You did so well for me seducing your dad, I knew you would do a splendid
job. I'm very pleased with how you've handled David and Jon. You're a
regular in their bed, are you not?"

I nodded.

"Good. I told you if you did as I instructed, you'd have as much dick as
you could want. And David is obviously smitten. See, my advice on taking
care of him after I claimed him worked after all. And you were worried."
Bacchus tisked and shook his head.

I wasn't sure what to say, so remained silent. I couldn't piss him off if
I didn't talk, right?

"I hear you and Dan are dating?"

"Yes, Sir."

Bacchus nodded. "Enjoy it. He's a pretty boy and needs the experience.
Not sure how long it will last. He's not the one for you, but you might
be able to keep him as a fuck buddy."

I wanted to object and tell him he was wrong but couldn't form the words.

"Undress for me, Ethan. Show me how you're progressing."

I stood and began removing my clothes. I wasn't sure that I wanted to,
but I didn't want him angry. I wondered if he'd fuck me. He usually did
when I visited the mansion, but I didn't think my dad knew.

"Very nice." His warm hands slid over my body, spreading heat wherever he
touched. He gripped my cock and stroked it. "Not as big as your dad yet."
He caught my eye and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're just as
big. Tell me, have they noticed or commented on how tight you've stayed?"

"No."

"You'll always have a tight ass, Ethan. I don't like my servants being
sloppy whores." He stilled and looked at the door. A second later, it
opened, and Eros stepped in. Eros's eyes went right to me, and he
grimaced before joining us.

"Bacchus."

"Beautiful, isn't he? I know you've been fucking him too."

"He is." Eros seemed agitated. "You're still planning on making him one
of yours?"

"Mm. Eventually, he has things to do before then, and I don't want them
getting suspicious."

"A satyr?" Eros asked.

"I don't think so, but I may yet change my mind. I have time." Bacchus
gripped my dick again.

"Did you need me for something?" Eros sounded impatient.

"I did. First we're going to get Ethan ready for the new family members.
Then you can tell me what you found with Kennedy. We didn't have time
earlier, and to be honest, I wasn't ready to hear it."

"Ready?" I looked between Bacchus and Eros.

Eros sighed and gave me a pitying look. "It will be okay."

"You asked them?" Bacchus interjected.

"I did. They said to caution you that you not push too hard or too fast."

"But they didn't say no."

"No, they did not." Eros sounded like he didn't want to admit it.

"Perfect." Bacchus squeezed my dick, drawing my attention back to him.
"David's brother and nephews will be moving in this weekend. I'm going to
need your help, Ethan."

I glanced at Eros again-he looked resigned-then back at Bacchus. "Okay."

"Good boy. We're going to put this nice dick of yours to work. Bernie and
his sons are discovering their sexuality, and they'll need your help. YOU
WILL DO WHATEVER YOU CAN TO ENCOURAGE AND FACILITATE THEM HAVING SEX WITH
DAVID, DEAN, JON, AND JAKE."

"Yes, Sir." Not sure why he made it sound so dire, of course I would. Who
wouldn't want to have sex with them.

"YOU WILL TAKE EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO SEDUCE AND FUCK BERNIE, LIAM, AND
NOAH. You can let them fuck you as well, but we both know that's not what
you really want."

I nodded in agreement. He was right. I liked fucking, and it would be
great to have more guys willing to bend over for me.

"Eros." Bacchus's tone was commanding.

Eros gripped my shoulder and looked into my eyes. I felt heat course
through my body and thought I might cum. Then it passed, and I gasped.

"It's done," Eros said giving my shoulder a squeeze.

"Good. It's time he was more versatile. You're going to be good to the
new Martinez crew, aren't you, Ethan?"

"Sure, they're family, right? David's like my dad now, so it only seems
right. I've met them before, but it's been a while."

"Why don't you get dressed, and I'll have Jamal drive you home. I'm sure
David needs some personal time with you."

"I hope so. I guess he's feeling better since it's okay for me to go
back?" Dad said he was getting better, so I assumed that meant he'd
gotten his shielding under control again.

"You'll still notice a stronger pull but, yes his shielding is back in
place," Eros said, and I noticed he seemed unhappy.

"Ah, Ethan. So tragic I don't have time to give you the attention you
deserve." Bacchus cupped my face and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips
before he whispered. "But don't worry, you and your family will be
spending more time here, and we'll make up for it."

"I can walk him to the car. He might be wobbly. Then I'll return and tell
you what I found with Kennedy." Eros took my arm and didn't wait for a
response from Bacchus before he pulled me from the room.

When we were away from the door, I chanced asking. "So, I feel like I'm
missing something that happened."

Eros stopped and turned to me. He put his hand on my neck and looked me
in the eye. "You'll be happier if you let it go and don't ask."

"You did something to me, too." I'd been around David and Jon enough to
understand more about their powers and how they could "change" people.

Eros gave a weak smile. "I did, but if it helps, it was more putting
things back the way they were with a little boost than something new."

"So let it go?" I'd overheard enough conversations to know it was said a
lot in our house.

"Yeah, buddy. Good news is you're going to have some amazing sex with
very attractive men."

"That part I'm good with." I chuckled as Eros led me back to Jamal. I was
really hoping that David was feeling needy when I got home.

*   Scene 4   *
Jon Martinez

This was weird and maybe even awkward. My senses seemed to have gone
haywire. I could smell Dad all over Ethan. Or, I guess, more technically,
in Ethan. I didn't need to use my other powers to know my father had
pumped several loads into him. Just like I knew he and Dean had done a
flip fuck or that he was carrying several loads from a man I didn't
recognize.

"Are you sure you're okay, Dad?" Emma asked.

Ugh, and then there was Emma. I really didn't want to know how aroused or
wet she was. I wanted to be repulsed, but unfortunately, my body
disagreed. I wasn't sure having a super sense of smell was such a good
thing. Maybe if I focused elsewhere...

"Dean, you sure you should have gone back to work today?" I thought he
looked tired and he picked at his dinner.

"It wasn't work that was tiring. It was all the nosey customers who had
to check on me and get the scoop of what 'really' happened."

Dad laughed. "The joys of living in a small town where everyone knows
your business."

"Or wants to," Dean snarked. "Your day sounded much more eventful. So,
traveling now?"

"So freakin' cool," Ethan remarked.

"After-it was cool. When it happened, it was terrifying. It took me a
minute to figure out what happened. I still feel a little guilty about
Calvin's roommate. He never had a chance."

Jake snorted. "Don't sweat it, love. Probably the best sex the guy ever
had. But maybe don't wait so long to feed next time?"

"So, what? You opened the door, and you were there?" Emma asked.

"More like the door opened into the apartment where Calvin was. I guess
my magic knew I needed to feed and took me to someone who could help."

"Ashley would have helped you," Emma argued.

"Yeah, but I knew she was with you, and the whole point of going to her
house was to avoid us."

Emma blushed and looked at Dad. "Eh, more like avoid Uncle David."

"You should have let me come home earlier. I could have helped both of
you!" Ethan grumbled around a bite of food.

"You both need to find other people to feed from. You can't afford to let
it go like that again. I sure don't want you to; I felt like crap." Jake
glared at me. "If you can travel, maybe you can use those frat jocks from
that party."

"Agree it sucks when they start draining you." Dean looked up from his
plate. "Though when they feed really well, damn, that's awesome. And
aren't all your new donator employees starting Monday?"

Jake laughed. "Donator employees?"

"It fits." Dean sounded defensive. "Bacchus made him hire people who want
him to fuck them and will let him feed."

"Technically, I don't think any of them realize what they signed up for."
Dad blushed, and I knew he wasn't happy Bacchus insisted he hire people
he would be willing to feed from.

"Could you share any of them with Jon?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, Dad. I shared the frat boys," I teased because I knew it would
fluster him. His face got even redder. Everyone at the table laughed
since they all knew the full story of the birthday party gone wrong.

"I'd think so. Once they're settled and start accepting how Bacchus
Springs works."

Dean put his hand on Dad's arm. "I think you mean once their inhibitions
are gone. Accepting that the Greek pantheon is alive and well is
secondary. Also, isn't sex with an erote addictive? I thought Eros told
you that once you'd been with a mortal, they'd crave it."

"That's for sure," Emma muttered into her water glass.

I felt bad for Emma. I couldn't even guess how difficult it must be
living with two sex gods who didn't have control over their powers. And
what a mind fuck to be singled out by the goddess and assigned another
sex god to educate you. Even if the sex was good, it had to mess with her
head.

"So, where's Ashley? I thought she'd be joining us?" Dean asked.

"She and her mom are trying to get her dad to calm down. He's not
adjusting well to Ashley being with Jon and Jake." Emma turned to me.
"Sorry. But not saying anything won't make it go away."

"You'd think he, of anyone, would be used to Bacchus's ways. He's been by
his side for a couple thousand years," Dean said.

"It's different when it's your own kids. Who knows what promises or
agreements were made," Dad said and turned as if studying me.

Dean nodded. "Good point."

"Jon, it's great that you can travel now, but have you noticed anything
else? You feel different."

"Huh." Dean squinted at me. "Now that you mention it...yeah, there's a
stronger pull."

"Oh, God. Not him too." Emma put her face in her hands as Ethan rubbed
circles on her back.

"Someone's leveled up." The strong scent of roses preceded Eros into the
room.

"Eros. We weren't expecting you. Please tell me there's nothing wrong,"
Dad pleaded.

"You wound me. I can visit without a reason; I'm family." Eros walked
behind Dad and wrapped his arms around him, licking up his neck. "Hey,
Grandson." He watched me with a grin, then winked.

"What does leveling up mean?" I figured I knew, but it wouldn't hurt to
ask.

"Well, it's not like this has been done before, but since your dad's
running slightly ahead of you, we're learning. It means your abilities
are stronger. So far, it appears your powers are coming on in stages. If
you were born a god, they're all there from day one; you just have to
learn how to use them."

"That's why..." I stopped because I didn't really want to get into a
discussion of what I smelled.

"Yup." Eros had an evil grin now, and I figured he knew what I didn't
say.

"Why do I not believe you don't have a reason for showing up?" Dean
asked.

"Probably because you're not stupid," Jake muttered and glared at Eros.

"You guys! I'm not feeling the love." Eros pulled Jake back and plopped
into his lap, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. His hand slid under
Jake's shirt, and my man let out a whimper.

"So you really don't have a reason?" Dean asked.

"Nah. I do." Eros kissed Jake, and I did my best not to get jealous. He
probably did it to get a rise out of me since I could smell the pre-cum
leaking out of Jake as Eros seduced him. He abruptly pulled back and
looked at Dad, then me. "You've got a job tomorrow. Think of it like a
training exercise. But first, when's your sexy brother coming?"

"Sunday, tomorrow evening... It was taking longer to get things ready
than planned."

"Good, that makes this easier," Eros said.

"What kind of job?" I asked. I knew they'd warned Dad that the fates
would start giving us assignments, but I guessed this was different since
Eros was the one telling us.

"You need to learn how to feed without physical contact. David's long
overdue, and with your bump in power, Jon, you'll need it too."

"Doesn't sound like fun," Ethan said.

"Don't worry, Ethan. You'll still get all the sex you could ever want."
Eros gave Ethan a look that made me think something else was being
communicated. I couldn't say why, but that's what my gut told me. Whoa,
could I start reading Eros like he did me? Scary thought.

"Should we ask what this job is?" Dad sounded skeptical.

"Bacchus is doing the takedown of that church. You know the one. Your
favorite, Mrs. Cokesbury, was a member. Lots of folks like her. And the
pastor seems to have it in for anyone living in Bacchus Springs."

"Should we be hearing this? Do Ethan and I need to leave?" Emma asked.

"Ah, no, Princess. You're family now. You get to know all the good stuff.
Before you blow a gasket-see, I keep up on modern slang-no underage men
or women included. Bacchus will spike the communion juice, the maenads
will guard the doors, and all we have to do is feed."

I didn't want to burst Eros's bubble, but I was pretty sure his slang was
nowhere as up to date as he thought. But I guess if you're several
thousand years old, it's all relative. Then it sunk in what he was
saying.

"Won't that like...create an orgy?" I hated even saying it.

"Oooo, a big orgy. Because it's not just you and your dad. All of the
erotes will be there. It will be epic. Bacchus will sit this one out,
professional courtesy and all since it's not 'his' church."

"To be clear. We aren't participating?" Dad asked.

"Nope. Just drinking in all the glorious lust and feasting like you never
have before. No need to make any adjustments, just let it flow back out.
You don't even have to watch." Eros sounded far too happy.

Jake leaned into me and whispered. "Sounds like a win to me. Think of the
fun we could have if you could do that at school."

I wasn't old enough yet, but I could also see bars being more fun too. I
looked at Dad, and he seemed to be thinking about it. At least he hadn't
objected.

"No, David. That's not how it works. There's no compulsion involved, and
they won't do anything they don't want to do. What they get in the tiny
bit of grape juice will lower their inhibitions, that's all."

As Eros spoke, I had to process that he was responding to issues Dad
hadn't vocalized-meaning-he was reading his thoughts. I so hoped I got
better at that.

"Jon, now that you can travel. You really ought to check in on your
harem. I've been keeping an eye on them, but I'd like to pass it back to
you. I'll finish out with Daddy's punishment, but the others are yours,"
Eros said.

He caught me off guard with the change of subjects, and I turned to Jake,
who gave me a nod of encouragement.

"Okay. What have you been doing?"

"I pulled in a favor with Hermes. All of their intimate moments are
captured, and my favorites are posted to some social media and porn
sites. The boys have been visiting Mr. Walsh regularly and occasionally
hooking up with each other. So far, they haven't ventured outside their
circle, but that's okay." Eros shrugged. "They've also been keeping Kris
well fucked."

"Whatever happened to Mrs. Walsh? Wasn't she the one who got the drugs?"
Jake asked as he took my hand under the table.

Eros made a sad face. "Things aren't going well for her, I'm afraid. No
question she'll be going to jail. The only real question is for how long.
They want to make an example of her."

"And Mr. Walsh?" Dad asked.

"He's finally accepted the new reality. Though I'll give him props for
putting up a good fight. He-"

"Sorry." Dad's phone went off, and he took the call, excusing himself
from the table.

"You were saying?" Dean prompted.

"He's a total whore for teen cock and pretty much anyone else who wants
him. I made sure some strategic players in his life found out about his
new passion. The Dean, among others, was very happy to keep his secrets
for a price. I think our work there is done."

"They're blackmailing him?" Ethan asked.

"For sex and services." Eros waggled his eyebrows.

"Oh." Ethan sat back as if knowing it wasn't for money made it okay. I
was glad not to be involved.

"What do we have to do tomorrow?" Jake asked.

"You, nothing. I'll drop by and escort David and Jon. We've already
scoped out places they can stay mostly out of sight so we don't have to
mess with anyone's memories. We don't have to participate, but we need to
be close by to feed, preferably in line of sight. Bacchus isn't expecting
our part to take more than a couple hours. Once we wind them up, they
could go on for a while."

"Is feeding this way as filling or satisfying?" Dean asked.

"It meets the need but certainly not as much fun. You and Jake should
expect a rush of power. You may want to pick a good spot to ride it out."

"Why does Bacchus want this?" Kudos to Emma for asking the obvious.

Eros laughed. "Comeuppance for the people throwing stones? He despises
hypocrites and knows that some of the most vocal members are guilty of
far worse. They've been a thorn in his side, and this will force them to
take a step back. Word will get out, and the community will know they're
guilty of all the 'debauchery' they've been persecuting others for. They
lose face and credibility."

"Shit." Dad returned and sat at the table shaking his head.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Grayson called. He's not starting Monday after all."

"What happened?" Dean looked concerned.

"A lot of stuff, I guess. His father threw a fit and refuses to let him
break the lease since he cosigned. The firm where he worked produced a
never-before-seen document that Grayson doesn't remember signing. It says
he has to complete his current assignments or pay an astronomical
penalty. His wife is refusing to move, and oh, the movers called and
canceled."

"Dad, that sounds suspicious. That's a lot even for Murphy's law." It
sounded to me like someone was interfering. "What are you going to do?"

"I told him the offer was still his and we'd push the date out two weeks.
I called Bacchus and asked him to help. He had assured me that he'd taken
care of the wife, and since she's had a change of heart, I knew he'd want
to know."

"Will he help?" Dean asked.

"He said not to worry, that he'd take care of it."

"Which means worry, right?" Jake said, and we all nodded in agreement-
even Eros.

*   Scene 5   *
Andrew Klatchy

"Oh, God." I clutched my head and buried my face in the pillow. How much
did I drink? Wait. I sniffed the pillow and turned my head. This was
softer and smelled better than the pillow I remembered. I turned over and
stretched...and there was still more bed. How?

I grudgingly opened my eyes and realized I had no idea where I was. My
brain was foggy, and it took me a minute to start remembering. Date with
Ben. Kegger at the farm. Took me back to his place because I was too
drunk to go home.

"Fuck!" I sat up too fast and clutched my head until the nausea and
vertigo passed.

I am in such deep shit. I looked around for my phone and saw a clock on
the nightstand. Shit, shit, shit. After eleven? And it's bright out, so
it's morning, not night. Dad is going to fucking kill me.

I tentatively stood and ran a hand down my chest. Crusty? Oh, yeah. That
was a good memory. I grinned and looked around at the opulent room. I
spotted an open door into a bath and decided that needed to be my first
stop. Not only did I need to piss, but I was pretty sure I had dried cum
in lots of places that would become very uncomfortable.

I tried not to get caught up in how awesome the shower was, the soft
towels, amazing smelling products, or overall, how gorgeous Ben's room
was. I was in trouble and needed to figure out how to save myself. Which
made me wonder: where was Ben?

I looked around wondering where I might have left my clothes, when I saw
them stacked on the chair. On top was a note.

{Andy, Had to run out for a bit. Make yourself at home, and once you're
up, head to the kitchen. They'll make you something to eat. Be back soon.
- Ben}

Okay, then. I was surprised to see my clothes had been washed and neatly
folded. I dressed and tried not to think of how much trouble I was in. At
least I felt human again after the shower. But reality snuck back in. It
was bad enough I was out all night but then not to make it home in time
for church? Dad would be furious. And I definitely would not be
mentioning that I'd been in Bacchus Springs or slept over at his
nemesis's...mansion. Yup, I thought as I stepped into the hall, "mansion"
was the only way to describe this place.

The house was huge, and the hallways seemed to go forever until I came to
a set of stairs. I was pretty sure the kitchen would be on the first
floor, so headed down. I hadn't run into anyone, and it was rather
creepy-quiet. You'd think there'd be lots of people and noise. I wondered
if I could get lost but felt hopeful when I passed a dining room. I heard
some faint noises and smelled food. Maybe I wouldn't starve first.

I stepped into an industrial, restaurant-sized kitchen. It had a few nods
to comfort, like some wood cabinetry and an island counter with stools. A
man in a chef's uniform was chopping vegetables.

"Well, hello there. You must be Andrew. I'm Marcel."

"Hey. Yeah, I'm Andrew, nice to meet you." I looked around nervously.
"Ben said I could get something to eat here. Maybe like a bowl of cereal
or some toast?"

The man turned and gave me a glare. "Cereal? I think not. How do you like
your eggs? Are you okay with bacon? The boys cleaned me out of sausage
until I get the next delivery."

"Scrambled, please. But you don't have to go to any trouble, honest."

"Take a seat. Coffee or tea?"

"Whichever you think works best for a hangover?" Neither sounded
especially good.

He raised an eyebrow. "Don't get that request too often." He chuckled to
himself and handed me a tall glass of water. "Coffee then, extra
toast...here, have a croissant while you wait. The carbs will help." He
held out a large tray with pastries.

"Did I hear hangover? Goodness, that's been an age. Remember those,
Marcel?" The huge black guy who'd driven the limo last night strolled
into the kitchen. I didn't remember a name. Marcel rolled his eyes,
taking back the tray.

"Thanks." The croissant was delicious. "Is it always this quiet?" I
sipped the water and nibbled on the croissant as he cooked.

"Ha! I wish. No, normally I have a half-dozen in here at any given time
of day begging for something." He glanced at the big guy with an
expectant look.

"I'm good." He turned back to the chef and held his palms out in a
placating gesture. "I'm Rufus, by the way."

Marcel plated the eggs and bacon and slid it in front of me. I was
impressed. "It's unusual for all of them to be out at the same time, but
it happens. Is anyone left but you and Jamal?"

Rufus had gone to a fancy coffee maker and was pouring a cup as he spoke.
"Bossman and the security team."

"Here, the toast will help as well." Marcel set another plate in front of
me.

The food hit the spot.

"You and Benny must have had quite a night. You were certainly feeling it
when I brought you guys home." Rufus looked at me over his mug as he
sipped.

"I don't remember much about that." I felt the heat creep into my face. I
was usually more careful and hadn't gotten that drunk in a while. It
wasn't worth the pain after.

"Eh, I don't think Benny minded at all. You were all over him. Guess
you're a horny drunk." Rufus winked, and I thought I might burst into
flames, or maybe that was wishful thinking.

"That's good to know." A deep voice said, and I shivered before turning
to look.

"Hey, bossman. I was going to bring him to you but wanted to give him a
chance to eat first."

"That's fine. I needed to stretch anyway. Hello, Andrew, and welcome to
my home. I'm Bacchus."

Oh, God. I couldn't speak. The man was...too much. Too handsome, too
muscled, too overwhelming. His presence filled the space and left no room
for any other thoughts. I wasn't sure whether I should drop to my knees
or bow.

I realized he was holding out his hand. I shook it and bit my lip to keep
from moaning as a wave of something I couldn't describe washed over me.
He released my hand and stepped back, allowing me to breathe.

"Finish your breakfast, Andrew." Bacchus took one of the other stools and
turned to watch me. "What do you think, Rufus? A good addition? He's
different than the others."

"Thicker and meatier than Benny. Good looking and a great ass. I can see
the potential. You're really going to replace Sin?"

Okay, this conversation was getting weird. Were they talking about me?

"There's no set number, and while I have full confidence that David will
resolve the curse, Sin will never be the same as he was."

"That's not a bad thing to my mind," Marcel muttered.

Bacchus laughed. "You're not the only one to think so. I'll probably add
a few and some girls as well. Though I doubt any will be as good as
Chetna."

I hoped they weren't expecting me to understand because I was totally
lost.

"Have you given consideration to Victor's suggestion? I thought it had
merit," Rufus said.

"It does, though I have to say Victor is doing an excellent job." Bacchus
accepted a pastry from the tray Marcel offered.

"But he's one of them, and we both know they'd listen better to Chetna.
She's scarier."

Bacchus gave a deep belly laugh. "True."

I finished and carefully placed the flatware on the plate. I'd barely sat
back when Marcel reached across and grabbed it.

"I would have taken care-" I stopped when he glared at me.

"You're a guest. Appreciate it while you can."

"Why don't you join me in my office, Andrew? We can talk privately. You
were done, right?"

"Yeah..." Why did he need to talk to me?

"Rufus, join us please." Bacchus took my hand and led me through the maze
of halls to an elaborate office. "Have a seat, Andrew. Do you go by
Andrew, or do you prefer something else?"

"My parents insist I go by Andrew. I prefer Andy."

Rufus sat in a chair by the desk as if he was trying to be unobtrusive.
Bacchus took a seat on the couch across from me. I didn't understand why
he was so overwhelming or why I had a desperate need for him to like me.
It was disconcerting, but I was sure I'd do pretty much anything to make
him happy.

Bacchus took a deep breath and watched me for a moment. "I understand
that your relationship with your father is strained?"

Whoa, talk about out of the blue. I couldn't think of a reason why I
shouldn't answer. "Yeah, that's true. We had another big fight
yesterday."

"What if there was a way to escape all that? Be independent of your
father, go to the school you wanted, love who you wanted?"

"Ha. That's not gonna happen."

"It could. That's why you're here. Things are about to change for you,
Andy, and you'll need to make some decisions."

"Change, how?"

"Your father's world is going to crash and burn. It has already started.
That's both good and bad for you-"

"What-" I began, and Bacchus held up a hand to stop me.

"Let me finish. He's going to be distracted by his own problems for quite
a while, and I'm afraid the money will be gone. Your parents won't be
able to send you to school this fall and will likely end up losing the
house and more. Very likely, he'll be spending a number of years in
prison."

I opened my mouth to say something and closed it again. I wasn't sure
where to even begin. I'd known for a while that my dad was a crook. I'd
overheard conversations and seen enough things not to be surprised by
that revelation. I also knew he'd had numerous affairs, having caught him
in the act. Probably why we fought so much.

"I know that's a lot to take in. Sit with it for a moment, but there is
an alternative for you."

I'm not sure how long I sat and ran through my memories. Long enough to
validate my initial thoughts and accept that Bacchus could very well be
telling me the truth. "What kind of alternative? And what's going to
happen to my mom or sister?"

"Come to work for me. Join my family. You'll be taken care of like a son,
much better than your father has ever done for you. We'll get you into
the college you want. Pay your expenses, provide a home where you can
blossom and become your best 'you.'" Bacchus moved to sit beside me. I
could feel the heat from his body wrapping around me like a blanket.

"Why would you do that? What's the catch?" It sounded too good to be
true, which probably meant it was. I glanced over at Rufus, who had
remained completely silent. Even his facial expression gave nothing away.

"As I mentioned, you'll work for me. Do jobs as I request-nothing illegal
or criminal-and I'll take care of you." His hand rested on my thigh.
"They may not always be pleasant tasks and may take away from your free
time, but I'll never interfere with your education." His voice was like
honey, and I felt almost hypnotized listening to him.

"For how long?" I had to force myself to focus.

"True families are forever, Andy." He caressed my thigh, and I was afraid
of embarrassing myself as I got hard. "Though once you've graduated
college, we'll renegotiate your work, find something suitable so you can
earn some money. Before that, you'll get an allowance. Tell me, are you
close to your mom or sister?"

"Not really. My sister and I try to ignore each other and my mom does
whatever my dad says. She's never once stood up for me or taken my side.
So...no, not close. And you still didn't say why? You don't even know me.
I don't have anything to offer."

"Don't sell yourself short, Andy. I'll admit that Benny asked me to help,
but having met you and done a little digging, I think you'll be a good
fit." Bacchus was so close I couldn't help but stare into his eyes. They
were deep brown with swirling gold flecks. As he spoke, his hand slid
farther up my thigh, and I wanted him to move just a little farther.

But I still didn't get it. He may have answered the question, but I
didn't hear anything that justified him taking me in like a long-lost
son, and he also hadn't said what would happen to Mom or Mary. His hand
stroking my thigh, and the look in his eyes was making it harder and
harder to think. No man should be this handsome.

"You deserve something better, Andy. LET ME WELCOME YOU HOME."

"Hm...yeah it would be nice to have a family that cares..." Was he a
movie star? His handsome face couldn't have been carved to be any more
perfect. Bacchus leaned in, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my
lips. I was leaning forward before I even realized what I was doing.

We kissed. His tongue teased across my lower lip until I opened for him
and let him take my mouth. It was the best kiss I'd ever had, and his
hand was finally rubbing my dick through my jeans. I was horny enough I
thought I might cum.

"What is your answer, Andy?" Bacchus kissed down my neck as he continued
to stroke me.

"Yesssss." I was embarrassed at the moan, but seriously, who could blame
me?

"Rufus, a gold collar if you please."

"C...collar?" That didn't sound good.

"DON'T FRET. A mere formality and way to let others know you're mine and
part of the herd."

That didn't sound so bad. I watched curiously as Rufus handed the ornate
golden collar marked with odd symbols to Bacchus. He fitted it around my
neck and drew it closed. I swear it heated as it touched my skin, and
then there was an audible "click." The collar grew hot, and I reached up
to touch it and found nothing. I felt really strange, too warm and woozy,
like I'd had way too much to drink.

"It's still there, and those who are mine can recognize it. You will
learn to be proud of this collar and know that it means you are part of
my family with a forever home. You're like Benny now, one of my satyrs.
The changes will come on slowly but you have many brothers to help you."

"You making any adjustments? I know the erotes are all tied up but..."

Rufus's words didn't make sense. And satyr? Erotes? I thought those were
part of Greek mythology, but history wasn't my strong point.

"A few. I'll have them ramp up his needs later. Probably better for him
to adjust for a day or so before we do that anyway. Andy, remove your
clothes and stand up for me. Rufus is right, we need to make a few tweaks
to your body."

Why was I doing this? I thought as I stripped. I'm undressing in front of
strangers, and shouldn't I be freaking out? And why was I so horny?

"Nice." Rufus's voice rumbled as he spoke, and I blushed realizing how
closely he was looking at me.

"He's been working hard on this body. Obviously he takes pride in his
looks, that will help. The muscles are nice, but I think they should be
bigger and more pronounced." Bacchus stepped in behind me, and his arms
came around my chest, his warm hands cupped my pecs.

"Agree. It will make him stand out more from the others."

It felt like he lit my blood on fire. I looked down in confusion and
horror as my pecs inflated. My arms bulged until they were almost twice
as big as before. The same happened with the muscles on my legs. In
seconds, my body had morphed into a muscular bodybuilder.

"The ass?" Rufus pointed out.

Bacchus laughed. "Oh, most definitely."

"Bigger tits, maybe? Those are way too small for those massive pecs."

The world was spinning, and the heat was making my vision dark around the
edges.

Bacchus had one hand on my chest while the other one teased my cock. "And
goodness, that will never do for a satyr. You don't need a horse dick,
but we have a reputation to uphold. He's close, Rufus. Do you want it?"

I wondered what he meant and then felt warm wet heat wrap around my dick.
Bacchus started twisting my nipples as he told me what a good boy I was.
I came in seconds and it was powerful enough the world whited out.

"Ah, there you are. Feeling better now?" Bacchus asked.

I realized I was on the couch with Bacchus kneeling next to me. His hand
cupped my cheek, and I turned my head toward him. "What happened?"

"You passed out. It happens sometimes. Nothing to worry about." Bacchus
stood. He was naked with his huge cock hanging right in front of me. "GO
AHEAD. SUCK IT. I know you want to."

I shifted and had my mouth wrapped around him in seconds. A voice in the
back of my head was screaming that something was off, but the taste was
so good, and he had such a nice cock. I sucked and pushed the voice away.
He was too big to get all of him in, but I was determined to do my best.

"Such a good boy. You're going to be so much happier here." His hand
wrapped around my throat, and the heat was back. I looked up into his
eyes and almost choked as it looked as if they were glowing.

"All the way, Andy. You can do it." Bacchus's voice was like a caress.

I buried my nose into his pubic hair and took in his delicious scent. I
liked how his cock filled my mouth and throat and was proud that I'd done
this for him. I wanted to please him. His touch and encouraging words
made me feel special and valued.

"Kneel on the couch, Andy. I want to taste you before I fill you."

The first swipe of Bacchus's tongue had me moaning. A few minutes and I
was begging for him to fuck me. I was past being embarrassed. The voice
in my head said this wasn't me. That I didn't do things like this. But it
felt so good, and I knew I wanted him. Did Dad know how good sex was with
another man? Was that why he was so against it?

I had an evil thought and bit back a chuckle. Maybe Dad wasn't so
straight and he was the one with evil temptation issues. It would be so
like him.

"Come back to me, Andy." Bacchus rubbed my back. "Are you sure you want
me to fuck you?"

"Please." Even to me, my voice sounded pitiful. I could feel his dick at
my entrance and knew it would probably hurt. He was bigger than Benny.

"Don't hold your breath. RELAX. OPEN UP FOR ME." Bacchus gripped my ass
cheeks and squeezed as he slowly slid inside me. It wasn't until he had
breached me that I realized I hadn't felt him lube me up first. How did I
miss that?

"Oh, God." I felt so full, and he was hitting that sweet spot with each
thrust.

"What an amazing ass you have, Andy. You're going to be very popular, and
don't worry, you can take as many dicks as you want, and you'll never be
loose and sloppy. My gift to you."

Rufus gave a deep, rumbling laugh. "Really, Bacchus? Don't you do that
for all your goat boys?"

"Of course. But Andy doesn't know all our secrets yet, and I wouldn't
want him to worry or, more importantly, hold back."

"Gods, no. Olympus might tremble in fear."

"Smart ass. Get stripped. I want to watch you take him when I'm done.
He'll be all warmed up and ready to go by the time his brothers return."

Take me? Rufus? The thought sent a wave of lust through me. I was already
close and that was without touching my dick. Bacchus leaned into my back
and wrapped his arms around me, toying with my nipples.

"You love being fucked, don't you?"

I bit my tongue. Admitting that was a huge step. I could hear my father
ranting in my head at the thought. But did it matter now? If I was
accepting whatever this weird-ass deal was from Bacchus, maybe he'd do
this again.

"ADMIT IT, ANDY. You want to be fucked by as many men as you can get."

Was I really.... "YES!" I cried as the orgasm stormed through me. My load
hitting the expensive leather couch without my cock even being touched.

"That's it. LET ALL THOSE JUDGEMENTS GO. You're mine now, Andy." His grip
tightened and I swear it felt like he was shooting fire up my ass. The
heat spread through me and had me gasping as another orgasm hit.

I hated the feeling of Bacchus pulling out. I almost begged him to leave
it in me for a while longer.

"He's nice and creamy for you, Rufus. You should be able to slide right
in." Bacchus moved to the other side of the couch and tipped my chin so I
was looking into his glowing eyes.

"You're going to love it here, Andy. We're going to take such good care
of you."

Words died on my tongue as Rufus pushed inside me. I cried out and
wondered if he'd split me in two if he was too rough.

*   Scene 6   *
Dean Jensen

I stared at my e-reader but couldn't seem to focus. The lust I'd been
getting from David over the last few hours was like an inferno. It was
taking every shred of control not to give in and have sex with Jake and
Ethan. I'd gotten a boost from David before when he'd fed well-but
nothing like this.

"UGH!" Jake cried out again, adjusting himself as he half-heartedly
played a game with Ethan.

I smiled and thought about how lucky I was. David was finally mine, in
ways and with more permanence than I'd ever hoped. It was worth every bit
of the deal and concessions I'd made with Bacchus. However, it reminded
me of Aphrodite and her "interrogation." I shuddered involuntarily. I
hadn't told anyone, but the memories had started coming back from my
"adventure" across the veil.

I clearly remembered her expression when she learned of Bacchus's "deal"
and what he demanded to help me get David to Bacchus Springs. To my
knowledge, she hadn't confronted Bacchus, but then again, the gods saw
time differently. I doubted that she'd let it go.

"Holy fuck. I hope they get back soon, or I'm going to crawl out of my
skin," Jake complained.

"I told you, I'll be glad to take the edge off." Ethan smirked at Jake,
controller in hand, as he paused the game.

"Thanks, buddy, but I don't even think that's enough." Jake turned to
look at me while I pretended to read. "How are you not going crazy?"

I 'was' going crazy. Years of being married to Kelly had taught me great
acting skills, but that was a conversation I didn't want to start. I was
seconds short of begging Jake to fuck me senseless, yet something else I
didn't want to admit.

"I am doing my best to ignore it until there's something I can do."

"Wanna fuck? You know it will eventually happen anyway. Let's start now."
Jake stood and was about to pull off his shirt when I felt a tingle. Then
a wave of scents hit me: roses. cedar, and vanilla.

Eros, David, and Jon appeared in the room.

"They're back." Ethan drew out the words dramatically and waggled his
eyebrows.

"I can see that." I stood to welcome David, who turned and went to the
bar cabinet. I paused because that was probably not a good sign.

Jon took a deep breath and welcomed Jake into his arms. "Thank God,
that's over."

"Jeez, you guys are so dramatic." Eros flopped onto the couch and pulled
Ethan into him. "Hey, buddy. You down to fuck? I'm horny."

No more words were spoken as Ethan and Eros ran up the stairs. I shook my
head and saw Jon giving me a pained look. He pointed to the stairs.

"We're...um...gonna..." Jon stuttered and dragged Jake after him.

I turned back to David who downed his first drink and was pouring a
second.

"You okay?"

"Fuck, no. I feel...dirty." David shuddered and took a gulp. Impressive
since that much whiskey in one gulp would have had me choking and
gasping.

"Did it not go as planned?"

David sighed and looked at the ceiling before tipping back his drink and
finishing it. "No, I think it went how it was supposed to." David walked
over and pulled me next to him as we sat on the couch. His arms wrapped
around me, and he buried his face in my neck.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No. Yes. Maybe. Ugh, that was disgusting."

"What was?  The whiskey you gulped or the mass feeding at the crazy
church."

It took a moment before David spoke. "It wasn't even the feeding. That
was easier and more satisfying than I expected. It took a while to get
the hang of it, but Eros is patient and got me and Jon there without too
much fuss. No, it was the people."

"The people? Come on, babe, you need to give me more to work with." I
could make guesses but wasn't sure what he was implying.

"They were all like Mrs. Cokesbury. Full of hate. Judgmental hypocrites
who craved the things they most despised in others. Their souls were
black and rotten, and their lust had a sour, spoiled taste to it. I had
to struggle not to retch at first. If Eros hadn't coached me through how
to drink without tasting..."

I hugged David and kissed his temple. He'd say more when he was ready.

"They fell on each other like savages, ripping clothes and taking what
they wanted. It was an orgy of epic proportions but not pretty or sexy.
It was crass and ugly, just like the people involved." David shuddered
and kissed me back.

"Did Bacchus get the witnesses he wanted?"

"Yeah. Sin and Pothos kept them safe. There were a couple of reporters
there, as well as a church official who didn't join in. You could see
they were as horrified as the rest of us. The orgy was still going
strong, but we helped the witnesses to safety before we left. Eros
thought it could go on for several more hours. Someone called the police,
but the first two responding officers got pulled in. I don't mean they
chose to join; I mean the church folks grabbed them and forcibly stripped
them and...well you can figure it out from there."

"Not a group worried about consent, then."

David snorted. "No. But that wasn't from the juice or us feeding. Guess
you'd say that's the way they rolled before, and without inhibitions,
they didn't fight it."

"It's over and done now. Do you want to go upstairs and help burn off all
the lust you poured into me?"

"Fuck. I wish." David held up his phone. "I got a text from Bernie. They
should be here anytime now."

I hadn't pushed the issue but I was still worried. "Are you sure it was a
good idea to have them stay here?"

"Hell, no. I'm still not sure why I invited them. My gut tells me I was
manipulated and every time I try to figure out how to take it back, my
mind loses the thought."

"So, Bacchus or one of the others probably compelled you." I thought out
loud.

"You can just say Bacchus. Eros thinks I'm powered up enough to resist
compulsion by most of the gods except Bacchus and Aphrodite since I'm
their servant, and maybe Zeus since he's just that strong."

"What are we going to do?" I was more worried about how David was going
to deal with it than the impact it would have on his brother or nephews.
My love was a gentle soul.

"Hell if I know." David was quiet for a moment. "Make the best of it and
do as little harm as possible. Eros won't admit it, but I think Bacchus
had him ramp up Bernie's attraction to me."

"Babe, you keep forgetting you're a love god and no longer mortal. If
you're not actively shielding, I don't think anyone breathing could
resist you. You can't continue to use the old rules of how things work-
they no longer apply."

"You'll help me, though, right? This is going to be an awkward
transition. I don't think the boys know anything about the supernatural
or that the Olympian gods are among us. And I'm not sure Bernie believes
it or has accepted it either."

"Of course. The whole town will help. I know they're your family. but
it's not that different than anyone else moving into Bacchus Springs. We
may have welcomed new folks a time or two before."

David gave a weak chuckle. "Guess so." Sad eyes turned up to me. "But
they weren't my little brother."

*   Scene 7   *
Anthony "Tony" Martinez

They aren't coming. I hated to admit it because that was like giving up,
but it had been weeks, maybe? I'd lost count of the days. There was no
daylight. Occasionally they lit the torches, but that usually meant "she"
was coming. I shuddered.

I hated myself almost as much as I hated my tormentors. I never thought
they could break me, but each day, death seemed like it would be so much
easier. I expected torture and questions. The torture and pain came in
the dark. The questions were never asked.

Yet she seemed to know everything, my beautiful and horrible tormentor,
the first woman to ever make me feel lust. She stripped away every shred
of dignity and exposed my deepest and darkest desires. She knew what
terrified me, what gave me nightmares, and somehow that's what came in
the dark.

"Good morning, slave." The familiar deep voice sounded right next to me.
The cell was pitch black, and I couldn't have seen him if he were inches
away. They'd even oiled the door so I couldn't hear when he entered.

His hand slid down my back and gripped my ass. His finger brushed over my
hole. He took great pleasure in teasing and edging me. Never enough to
give me release. I still didn't know how they'd figured out I liked men.
I'd never, never admitted it to another living soul, and I certainly
hadn't acted on it.

"What shall we try today?" His breath trailed over my ear as he
whispered. "Maybe I should show you again how much you like having a dick
in your man-pussy?" His finger pressed into my hole.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"You were a very bad boy, Tony. You tried to hurt one of her favorites.
Between you and me, she's gone much easier on you than I expected. I
thought I'd be stripping your skin off your body one inch at a time." He
slammed his finger inside me and found that spot.

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him to kill me and stop the endless
and pointless games. They clearly didn't want anything from me other than
my misery. He'd play with me until I begged to be fucked and pleaded for
release. Then the pain would start. I felt a tear slide down my cheek.

Time became meaningless. His taunts and words hurt more than what he did
to my body. I couldn't hide or deny, I couldn't escape, I had to accept
that all the poison he spewed about me was true. Where had I gone wrong?

A torch flared, and I realized I was alone and had been stuck in my head.
I didn't even remember him leaving. But the flickering light meant only
one thing.

The door opened, and she stepped in, radiating like the sun. Even across
the room I could feel the warmth, and I hated how my body reacted to her.
Each time I swore she was more beautiful than the last.

"Did you miss me?" Aphrodite cooed. Her voice like silk across my skin.
She approached and laid a gentle kiss on my lips, giving a coy smile. It
felt too good, like a fresh draught of water on my parched throat.

Her hands trailed over my chest, and the pain and discomfort vanished. I
hated this probably more than anything. She brought relief and pleasure.
I felt good when she touched me and had delusions that everything would
be all right, as long as she was there.

"I do like seeing the adoration in your eyes, Anthony. You want to please
me, don't you?"

"Yes, goddess." I hated myself even more when I couldn't stop the words
from passing my lips.

"Someday, you will be a very good slave. I might even let you give me
pleasure."

My stomach roiled, and I felt anticipation and horror at the same time. I
swear she was in my head, messing with my thoughts.

"But you're not ready yet. A fine blade must be honed." She kissed me
again and a wave of pure bliss washed over me. She turned and walked away
and I again appreciated how stunning she was. The door closed, and the
torch began to flicker.

I heard them before I saw them. Thousands of beetles coming from the
shadows, their tiny mandibles making skittering noises on the stone.

I screamed. The torch went out, and then I felt them. Crawling up my
body, pushing their way into my still slick hole. I knew what was coming
but I still closed my mouth and squeezed my eyes closed. It didn't stop
them. They got under my eyelids, crawled up my nose, in my ears, and even
knowing better, I cried out again, and they poured into me. The pain and
horror were too much for my mind to handle, and I tried to scream until I
passed out.

*   Scene 8   *
David Martinez

"They're here." I finished up the dishes as I stood at the sink. I could
see the top of Bernie's car before he pulled into the drive.

"You're going to do fine." Dean wrapped his arms around me.

"As long as I have you, I'll be good. It's Bernie and the boys I'm
worried about. I think Bacchus has plans." What the plans were, I had no
idea. And since he wasn't sharing, it was a good sign that I wouldn't
like them.

"Bacchus always has plans."

"Where are we putting them?" Emma joined us at the sink and looked past
me.

"I thought we'd give them the choices and let them decide. We've got two
bedrooms left, not counting the bunkroom and the apartment over the
garage. It's temporary-only until they find their own place." I was
hoping Bernie would go for the apartment. It would give us a little
breathing room and would make it less awkward if Casey ended up moving in
too.

"Do they know about Bacchus Springs? It's going to be hard to hide with
as many times as the gods pop in and out of here." Emma crossed her arms
and looked at us.

"I explained it to Bernie, but I don't think he believed me, and the boys
don't know anything." I was still debating how soon we needed to have
that conversation.

"Do any of them like girls? I figure your brother must since he's
married," Emma asked.

"You'll be pleased to know all three are Pan. They're my descendants
after all. Also good for you, love, they've got big dicks but no mojo.
Easy prey." Eros joined us in the kitchen and winked at me as he added
his two cents.

"Eros, don't encourage her." Probably should have let her dad intercede,
but the words were already out of my mouth.

"Excuse me? Are you saying I have different rules than Ethan and the
other 'males' in this house? I think Aphrodite would like to know about
that," Emma challenged.

"What did I do?" Ethan asked as he walked in. He looked freshly showered,
but I could still smell Eros on him.

"We're discussing who's allowed to seduce David's brother and nephews."
Eros poured a cup of coffee and grinned at me. Troublemaker.

"Are there new rules?" Ethan looked concerned.

Dean sighed and shook his head. "They've got a point, David. We don't
want 'you know who' involved, and she was adamant that girls had the same
rights to pursue sexual satisfaction as the boys."

"Think of it this way: the more sex they have with the others, the less
time they'll spend in your bed." Eros didn't look up from his coffee as
he spoke, and it irritated me he was taking this so casually.

It felt like I was delivering my family up as fresh meat to the starving
tribe. Then it dawned on me that Eros didn't appear to show signs of
departing anytime soon. How was I supposed to explain him? The asshole
turned to look at me and gave me a knowing smile.

"Ethan, Emma, why don't you go out and greet your cousins and help them
carry in their bags," Eros suggested.

They were no sooner out the back door when my mentor, and several times
removed grandfather, turned to me and crossed his arms in his "you're
about to get a lecture" stance.

"The sooner you accept this, the easier it will be on everyone. You can
shield and avoid all you want, but it will happen. Better to make it on
your terms and set the parameters up front. Also, those two are god-
touched." Eros gestured to the backyard. "You can't expect them to
refrain just because it gives you the vapors."

I do not get the vapors, I wanted to argue, but Dean spoke while I was
working on my rebuttal.

"He's not wrong, babe. The other folks in town who belong to Bacchus will
have no qualms about propositioning them. We probably ought to have that
'welcome' conversation soon so they're prepared. Eros, do you know if
Bacchus has marked the boys?"

"Not yet, he wanted them living here first. So you might have a little
time until people openly approach them."

"Damn, this is all happening too fast." I looked from Eros to Dean and
knew in my head they were right. Not explaining things or being honest
would put Bernie and the boys at more risk.

"David," Bernie called out as he came in the back door.

I greeted my brother and pulled him into a hug. "Good to see you. The
drive went okay?"

"Not a bad drive at all. Good thing since I'll be doing it fairly often
depending on how long it takes to sell the house." Bernie stepped back
and looked at me. "Why'd he make you look younger than me? Doesn't seem
fair."

"It's part of the whole 'god package.' Hey, Bernie, remember me?" Eros
walked over and hugged him. It looked a little awkward as if Bernie
wasn't expecting it.

"Family friend, right?" Bernie looked confused and glanced between us.

"Um. More than that but it's a long story. I'll explain later. It's okay
to leave the bags there for now. We'll move them once we figure out
sleeping arrangements."

"This isn't an imposition, is it?" Bernie asked.

"Not at all, but if you remember your tour of the house, you have
options." I looked up as I heard the commotion when Ethan and Emma
ushered in the boys. "Noah, Liam, it's been a while!"

Noah stepped right into my hug, but Liam held back, staring at me.

"Everything okay, Liam?"

"You too?" Liam glanced at his dad then back at me. "You...look
different."

"I promise it's still me. A little younger and better pulled together
than you might remember, but I swear I'm Uncle David." I held out my arms
and he let me hug him. I had forgotten that Noah and Liam hadn't seen me
since I first interviewed with Bacchus.

"You're not going to deny it?" Liam said just above a whisper.

I laughed and kept my arm around him. "Why? You've got eyes. If it's
bothering you, we can talk more about it later." I saw confusion and
hesitation, as if he was going to say more, then decided not to.

"Hey. Why don't you take care of ordering dinner, and I'll show the guys
their options and get them settled," Dean said, and I loved him a little
more for jumping in.

"You have delivery here?" Noah sounded skeptical.

"We don't have as many options as in the city but we have the basics:
pizza, Chinese, and pseudo-Mexican, that one we tend to avoid. The diner
in town also started delivering. There are a few places you can pick up
orders to go. I was planning on pizza and was going to get salads and
some wings."

"Sounds good, thank you, David. Dean, lead on," Bernie said, and they
followed my man upstairs.

"What do you think, Emma?" Eros asked.

"Hm...I think I'm going to help Liam acclimate to Bacchus Springs. He
could probably use a friend his age to show him around. He's much
prettier than I remember. My friends will be all over him."

"Not Noah?" Eros grinned.

"Eros, are you trying to stir up trouble?" Discussing my nephews like we
were pimping them out made me a little queasy.

Emma got a devilish look. "I should do my best to make him feel welcome.
It might take a while for him to make friends."

"That's my girl." Eros smiled with pride. "I'm sure Ethan will introduce
him to his friends. From what I observed, he'll likely settle in more
quickly than Liam."

Another cringe moment as I translated that into he'll find plenty of fuck
buddies quickly. I couldn't put it off. We'd have to have the awkward
conversation as soon as they came back. I had so many concerns but
reminded myself there really wasn't an option. Let it go, let it go, I
told myself.

"I'm going to order the food." Doing something would at least distract
me.

"Don't you need to ask what they want?" Emma asked.

"No. We've been doing pizza since they were toddlers. No anchovies for
anyone, no mushrooms for Noah, they can pick out what they don't like
from the salad. Bernie prefers Greek salad to garden. And I got you,
Princess, I know what you like." As soon as the words left my mouth, I
regretted it. I made my escape before I could hear any comebacks.

>>END CHAPTER 27<<


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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