Date: Mon, 14 May 2018 16:22:38 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 6: Need to Feed

This is a work of fiction and contains scenes of explicit gay sex. Any
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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 6: Need to Feed
by Tripp Savidge

From the Author: Please note that the Point of View changes by scene and
is indicated by the character's name under the scene number.


*   Scene 1   *
Jon Martinez

I woke first. Dad was still sleeping, but it had only been a couple of
hours since Dean and Ethan had left. I could really get into this new
arrangement. Waking up in Dad's arms was pretty hot with our bodies
intertwined.

I pulled back enough to really look at him. He was so sexy and he was all
spread out within reach - completely exposed. I thought about what Ethan
had asked the other day. 'Had I ever copped a feel when Dad was
sleeping?' I hadn't, but I did have sex with him several times since. I
gazed down his washboard abs, following the black treasure trail to his
neatly trimmed bush - then the prize.

Fuck, I had to give Ethan cred for taking that - taking me. I'd been sort
of out of it when I got up close and personal with Dad's cock. Now, geez
it was fucking huge. No wonder people freaked out when they saw what I
was packing. I reached out and gently stroked his morning wood. It was so
hot and velvety smooth. Ethan managed to get almost all of me down his
throat - all of a cock that big. If I closed my eyes - yeah a twin to my
own.

I moved around between Dad's legs and gazed up from his balls to the tip
of the shaft. I wanted it. Wanted to prove I could do it. I inched
forward and licked up his length. I loved it. I got to the top and took
it into my mouth, letting it fill me and swirled my tongue around the
head. I got a bit of pre-cum and sighed. So good.

I pulled off and got into a better position, wrapping my hand around the
base and then I took it into my mouth again. Okay self, I'm a bona fide
cock sucker. I have a man's dick in my mouth, and it is absolutely
fucking perfect. Shit! I love cock. I started going up and down,
exploring the texture and feel as I got it farther into my mouth. It hit
the back of my throat, and I startled, then tried again. I adjusted my
position, and it slid farther.

What the fuck? It fit. I didn't gag. I tried to get more of it in. YES!

"Now that is the best wake up kiss I ever got," Dad said looking down at
me with a big smile.

"Sorry, still learning."

"Oh, Tiger, You're doing an amazing job. Just sad you beat me to it."

"What you were going to suck yourself?"

"No, but I've been fantasizing about sucking you for weeks."

I felt a goofy grin spread across my face. Dad wants to suck me? Fuck,
that's hot.

"Yeah, I want to suck you dry. Make you scream in pleasure..."

I had to lift off his cock. I was having trouble breathing and not
because of the delicious dick in my mouth. I was still getting used to
Dad being able to read my thoughts, let alone knowing his thoughts of
what he wanted to do to me.

"Yeah, we'll add that to our 'to do' list. Deal?" Dad asked.

"Yeah. You mind if I..."

"Mind if one of the most beautiful men on the planet sucks me off? Hell
no. Just expect to be paid back in spades."

I watched his eyes as I took him back into my mouth. I wished we were in
a position that I could have maintained eye contact but if I wanted all
of it - that wasn't going to work. I quickly found a rhythm and realized
I'd found a new favorite thing. I knew Dad's lust was cranking up and he
was having the most wonderful lustful thoughts of what he wanted to do
with me.

I felt his muscles tense, and his cock began to swell. I wondered briefly
if I'd like how his cum tasted. I couldn't really remember from before,
and then the first shot hit me in the back of the throat, I pulled back
enough to make sure I could taste it, and I drank him down. Yes, I liked
it. Okay, no, I loved it. Best thing ever and I couldn't wait to get
more.

I licked my lips and was about to pull away when Dad grabbed me and
pulled me into a kiss as he wrapped himself around me. His tongue battled
with mine. I realized we were sharing his load and I moaned.

"Ready for a shower?" Dad asked.

"You help me?"

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Tiger."

I crawled off the bed and made my way to the bath, turning on the showers
and making sure the temperature was right. There were three sprays, and
the steam had already started. Did I mention my shower and his were both
big enough for an orgy? Dad stepped up behind me and wrapped me in his
arms kissing up my neck.

"Promise me you won't make this as frustrating as my last shower?"

"Huh?" I turned and let out a little gasp as our cock rubbed against each
other. Dad and I were the same height - he might have more muscle mass,
but we lined up perfectly.

"At the party. Matthew gave me an extremely intimate and erotic shower. I
wanted him so badly I couldn't think straight, and he wouldn't even kiss
me. It was torture."

I had a flashback and got snippets of images and sensations and felt my
cock throb. The face, that handsome face with the auburn beard and
dazzling blue eyes. "Blaze," I whispered.

"Blaze?"

"He gave me a shower that night. I think from what I remember it was
equally hot and just as frustrating."

"You do know he fucked you?"

"Really?" I was inches away from Dad's face and was contemplating kissing
him when I got another image. That same gorgeous ripped, milky white body
between my legs - smiling down at me as he...

"I really hope I remember the rest of it soon. There seem to be a number
of things I might really enjoy remembering."

"Blaze and Matthew are both worth remembering. Hand me the soap."

"So you've... with both?"

Dad poured some soap into his hands and spun me around as he ran his
hands over my body. Giving extra attention to my nipples. "Yeah. After
Bacchus claimed me, he sent Matthew and Blaze to help when the changes
got to be too much. Guess you'd say they were my relief team."

"And?" I asked and then leaned back into Dad's chest as his hands slid
down and stroked and caressed my cock and balls.

"And they were pretty amazing. They are both stunning and exceptional
lovers. If you ever get the chance, don't turn either of them down. And I
guarantee, not only won't they have a problem taking this beast in their
mouths or asses - they'll love it." Dad squeezed and stroked my cock a
bit more.

"We can feed from them, right?"

"Yes."

"Wait. Did Matthew?"

"Yup. To be honest, I think you took all of Bacchus's satyrs. Well except
for Sin. I haven't seen him in a while. And if you don't remember yet,
you've fucked Jake's brother several times. We both have."

"Shit. I wish I remembered." I wondered if I should feel guilty and how
Jake felt about me being with his brother - even if I couldn't remember.
Dad's hard cock rubbing up and down between my ass cheeks distracted me
from my thoughts. I was about to grab it and make sure it slid inside me
on the next thrust when he spun me around.

"You'll remember soon. My turn." He handed me the soap and turned so his
back was to me.

I froze for a moment, staring at his ass. It was perfect, the slender
hips, the dimples at the base of his spine, how perfectly formed his
globes were with nice indents on either side, the dark crack lined with
the perfect amount of black hair. I slid my hands over those cheeks and
felt my dick dance in excitement.

"I like how much you like my ass," Dad said as he bent slightly forward.
"And I really like the thoughts you're having about fucking me."

"I hope my ass looks this good someday."
"Oh, Tiger. It already does. You have a gorgeous ass. I might have a
little more muscle and be a bit bigger but other than the hair - we're a
matched set."

"I wish I had hair like yours. It makes your butt so sexy."

"No. I like yours better. It's so velvety smooth and so pretty I just
want to bury my face and eat you for hours."

"Maybe Bacchus knew what he was doing. If I like your bit of hair and you
prefer smooth, then I guess we're made for each other."

Dad spun around and ravaged my mouth. His tongue danced with mine as his
hands roamed up and down my back and squeezed my ass. "We are. Too bad we
can't feed off of each other."

"Yeah. So is Dean's ass smooth?"

"Close, he has a light dusting of hair. But it's Dean's, so it's perfect
too."

"I wonder what Jake will be like..."

"I think you'll find out before too long. Don't be surprised if you two
end up making out on your first date. If you get half as much from him as
I do Dean... You won't be able to resist."

I laughed remembering when he stopped by to ask me out. If the kiss at
the door was any indication, yeah I'd know every inch of his body. Dad
turned off the shower, and I scowled at him.

"If I spend any more time with you I'm not responsible for how much
fucking will ensue. I'm going to dry off and get breakfast started."

"What's wrong with fucking? I was looking forward to more time with your
sexy ass. Maybe even with my dick inside massaging you."

He handed me a towel and gave me a quick kiss. "Please, if you keep
talking like that I'm going to lose all control. I have work to do, and
we can't spend all our time having sex. Much as I might like to."

"Fine. Be an adult and ruin things."

He laughed and wrapped his towel around his waist as he left my bathroom.
He looked almost as hot with towel as he did naked. Adulting sucks. Damn,
I don't think my dick is ever going to calm down.

By the time I got downstairs, the kitchen smelled wonderful, and my
stomach was growling. I sat on one of the barstools at the island and had
a flashback to seeing Ethan getting fucked on this very counter.

Dad set a plate of waffles and sausage in front of me.

"This is different."

"I found the waffle maker when we were unpacking. I don't remember the
last time we used it so thought I'd give it a try. I thought sausage
would be a nice change. We eat a lot of bacon."

"Yeah, but bacon..." I said giving him a big smile. "Almost as good as
sex."

He laughed. "Not even close, Jon. Not even close. Or at least not where
your ass or dick is involved."

"Ah, Dad. That's so sweet."

He snorted as he returned to the stove.

"So what are we supposed to do? Hide in the house until they give us the
all-clear?"

"We can go out; we're just not supposed to be around a lot of people.
This afternoon we have an appointment at the furniture store and don't
you need to pick up your uniform for the new job?"

"Shit, I forgot. Yeah, I have to go in for a fitting. Probably ought to
do that today. I'm supposed to get two suits. Mr. Dara said the shop
would know what I needed. That way they can have it done for when I start
on Monday."

"You excited?"

"Nervous. I expected them to make me a lifeguard. That's what I've done
the last few summers so I have experience. Mr. Dara said it would cause
problems having me in a speedo and that they didn't have enough
insurance. I guess Bacchus told him to put me at the front desk. That's
why the suits - one for when I work days and a different one for
evenings."

"Ooooo. They're going to put you in a tux. That'll be hot."

"Dad!"

"Though personally, the speedo sounded nice."

"Dad, are you scared?"

"About the changes? A little, yeah. Some of it freaks me out."

"Tell me. A week ago I was a virgin. Now all I can think about is sex.
What do you think Bacchus expects of us?"

"I'm still not sure. He's said we're supposed to bring people into his
flock and help him build his presence here. I expect we'll be told what
to do when we're ready. I asked Dean, but he keeps changing the subject
and hasn't really answered me. Eros said he'd check in on us so he may
tell us more."

"I guess. Finding Jake and having him ask me out is a little mind-blowing
and I sort of like having Ashley around. Everyone in Bacchus Springs has
been friendly and helpful so, I'm feeling pretty good about that. But it
sure isn't what I was expecting."

"No kidding," Dad said.


*   Scene 2   *
David Martinez

I stared out the window, lost in thought. I was supposed to be
prioritizing the contracts that were in queue. But I kept getting
distracted. Mainly by memories of my hands on Jon in the shower. Memories
of waking up with my cock in his mouth, those dark bedroom eyes looking
up at me. Of course, there were also thoughts of the amazing night of
mind-blowing sex with the love of my life.

Something had to give, or I'd never be able to concentrate. I was so
friggin hungry and not for food. Maybe that's why my cock had stayed hard
all morning. I thought I'd fed enough from Dean's lust, but I guess not.
What was I supposed to do, go pull someone in off the street?

The doorbell rang. "I got it, Jon," I yelled up the stairs. I opened the
door into the vestibule and saw the brown-uniformed delivery guy out the
leaded glass window in the front door.

"Morning, Trevor," I said opening the outside door to the porch.

"Good morning, Mr. Martinez. I have a number of boxes for you. I didn't
think you'd want them left on your front porch."

"No, I'll carry them in. Do I need to sign?"

"I'll get that once we have all the boxes and you can confirm the count.
More files from your old company?"

"Yeah, this should be the last of them. I think I also have a box from
mail order so that wouldn't be in your count. Thanks." I watched the hunk
of a man, return to his truck and couldn't help but admire his full
rounded muscles and the way he packed his shorts and fitted shirt. I was
also very aware of how good he smelled - like toasted nuts and chocolate.
That made me smile because I was pretty hungry for his nuts right now.

I appreciated the way his arms and pecs bulged as he carried the box and
then his powerful legs as he squatted to set it on the porch. I caught
his eye as he stood and was pleased to see my own lust reflected. He had
noticed the bulge in my pants and was now struggling with his own.

Being able to pick up his thoughts was sort of kinky and hot at the same
time. I had no doubts he was attracted to me or that he wanted to get his
hands and more importantly his lips on my dick. I was hoping he'd let me
play with that huge, round ass of his. I wondered if I poked his thoughts
a little if I could steer him that way. This was all new, and I hadn't
had much chance to try my skills. Since Jon and Dean were both in love
with me, my powers didn't work on them.

I started carrying the boxes into my office as he dropped them off. I was
pleased when his interest peaked, seeing my legs and ass flexing as I
lifted the heavy boxes. I knew he was interested from how he had flirted
the first time we met. When he set the last box on the porch, Trevor took
a deep breath.

"Who'd think paper could be so damned heavy."

"Sorry. Can you step in so I can do a final count?" I asked him, lifting
the last box.

"I'm really not supposed to..." Trevor said, but I could feel the
conflict. I savored his lust and tried feeding it back as if I was
stoking a fire. I heard his footsteps as he followed behind me.

I did a quick count and turned to find him openly staring at my crotch. I
reached down and stroked myself through my jeans. I pushed more lust into
him targeting the fantasy he was having about sucking me. I took the
portable scanner from him to sign my initials. He seemed to be in a daze,
and I held it out to him for several seconds before he took it back. "You
want to touch it?"

He nodded his head without saying a word.

"Maybe it would be better to suck on it. See if it tastes as good as you
imagined." I read his thoughts easily and encouraged them with my words.
I knew Eros had said I could put thoughts or suggestions into his head
but I wasn't sure how. Saying them out loud seemed to be working.

I unfastened my jeans and unbuttoned my fly, watching Trevor as he
continued to stare. "I know you want it. Don't be embarrassed. It's okay.
I'm flattered you want me. That you want to hold my cock in your hands
and taste it. What man wouldn't want a hunk like you worshiping his
dick?"

He looked up at the compliment. A little surprised maybe, but it had also
caused his lust to jump. "Oh, Trevor, you are very handsome. Such big
strong muscles and that bulge promises all kinds of tasty goodness. Then
there's your ass - makes my mouth water thinking about it."

I felt the drop in his interest when I mentioned his ass. For some reason
that chilled him a bit, but then thinking about sucking my cock brought
him back around. I slid my jeans down and smiled as the poor man drooled.
"Go for it Trevor; I know you want to."

He knelt down and took me into his mouth. Yes, this is what I needed. I
was feeding on his lust, and he had so much. I looked down at the
masculine face, his bearded lips wrapped around my cock, with his dark
brown eyes looking up at me. I ran my hand over his shaved head - it was
perfectly smooth.

"You are very good at this, Trevor. I bet the guys enjoyed your skills at
your initiation."

He pulled off and stroked me, looking at my cock as if he were memorizing
it. "No. They didn't do any oral. My initiation wasn't anything like
yours."

"Tell me about it, Trevor. What did you like?"

"Not much," Trevor said, but his thoughts said otherwise. "A bunch of the
guys at work grabbed me after my shift and tied me to one of the roller
conveyors. We'd toasted to me clearing my probation, and I think they
drugged the shots. Once I was tied down, they cut open the seat of my
pants and took turns fucking me. I woke up on the floor, my ass filled
with man seed and no memory of what happened. That came back later."

"Yeah, Jon doesn't remember his much yet. I'm sorry it wasn't better.
Maybe I can help you make new, better memories." While he didn't look on
the experience positively, there was a part of him that had liked the
sex. But I could tell he wasn't ready to admit it.

I reached down and began unbuttoning his shirt as he took me back into
his mouth. He couldn't get much of me in, but he was doing a credible
job. He didn't fight me as I pulled his shirt free and revealed the rich
caramel skin and the muscled body. "You're really hot, Trevor."

I lifted his chin and then pulled him to his feet and kissed him. He
stiffened at first, but once my tongue hit his lips, I felt him relax and
open to me. I focused on the thought of kissing me and made sure to push
as much power into that as possible. The more I focused on the thought,
the harder and more passionate he kissed back.

While we kissed, I worked his shorts open and slid them down over his
thick thighs. Then I slid inside his underwear and found the massive
beast. I squeezed and stroked him before I knelt down, pulling his shorts
to his ankles.

"Impressive. That's a cock to be proud of. Bet the guys love this." I
took him into my mouth after stroking him. He moaned and thrust his hips
forward.

"No guys."

"That's a shame. What about your nephew? He get off worshiping this
beautiful piece of meat."

"Nah, he barely speaks to me."

"I could help you with that. Or Jon could." I stood and kissed him again.
"For right now, why don't you enjoy my cock? I know how badly you want
it. You've been fantasizing about it haven't you Trevor?"

I watched the lust spread in his eyes as he knelt down, still keeping eye
contact. His pupils dilated wide, and he nodded. "Yes."

"I thought so, Trevor. You know what? I've been fantasizing about you
too. That amazing body - having it wrapped around me. Enjoying that thick
cock and those big pecs of yours. But you know what's really been getting
me off? What makes my cock hard and makes me ooze pre-cum whenever I
picture it?"

Trevor had managed to get almost half of my shaft into his mouth and just
into his throat when he pulled back, closing his lips tightly around me
as he pulled off. "No. What?"

I could feel the curiosity, the need to be attractive, and the desire to
be wanted. I don't know if the guy was gay when he moved here, but there
was no question that he wanted man on man sex now. He craved it and was
hoping I might give him what he wanted. I'm not sure how he would have
felt if he knew I might be able to change what he desired.

"That full, sexy bubble butt of yours. So full and round. I want to bury
my face in your crack and give you so much tongue you scream my name."

Trevor groaned as he took me back into his mouth. I felt the lust build
and enjoyed how it fed my need. He had been hesitant when I first
mentioned his ass, but the thought of my tongue in there was exciting
enough he got passed whatever fears or reservations he had.

I wasn't all that surprised, one of my friends at the gym in the city had
told me how tough it could be for a gay, black guy. Not that it was easy
for anyone, but in some black communities there was such a harsh stigma
and so much hate for being gay and especially for being a bottom. He'd
been shunned by pretty much everyone he knew, friends, family, and co-
workers when he came out. I didn't know Trevor's story, but he may have
encountered some of that hate from friends or family.

I got down on the floor with Trevor and worked into a 69 so I could get
his dick in my mouth. But first I pulled off his boots and got the shorts
off him completely. Now he was naked. I was impressed with his body. He
was also mostly smooth, just a perfectly groomed bush.

"You have an amazing body. You must work out like a demon."

"I try. Fuck you are sexy. I've never seen a guy so ripped as you. Where
you work out?"

"Well, since moving here, Mufflers but not as much as I should. How about
you?" I ran my hands up his thighs and licked his cock head before taking
it back into my mouth.

"Me too. Maybe we could spot for each other sometime."

"I'll do more than spot for you, Trevor."

He groaned as he took my cock back into his mouth. As I sucked, I began
massaging his balls and worked my hand up between his legs, gently
teasing his perineum and the area around his hole. As soon as I felt the
thought register that I might touch his opening, I began feeding as much
lust as I could - focused on that thought alone.

Trevor began moving his body so I had better access and pushed against my
probing fingers. His cock was giving me an abundant amount of pre-cum,
and I slurped and sucked it down. I began gently touching and caressing
his ass lips and could feel him growling around my dick. I continued
pushing as much lust as I could into the thoughts about being touched
there. Then he wondered what it would be like to have the dick in his
mouth inside him.

I couldn't believe my fortune. I grabbed that thought and polished it,
now focusing the lust and feeding the fire. The more lust I poured into
him, the more he imagined being fucked. It wasn't long before he wasn't
thinking about anything but the sensation of me touching his opening and
what might come next.

I adjusted myself so I could get my tongue on his taint, and within
seconds he'd moved so his hole was in reach. I licked and sucked and
worshiped his hole. I knew I was getting to him. Between the oral
attention to his hole and the lust I was feeding him, the man couldn't
think.

Then I noticed another scent and followed it. Jon was approaching. I
could feel his hunger and taste the lust rolling off of him. I had no
doubts he'd picked up on my own and probably followed it like a
bloodhound. I crawled out from under Trevor and positioned him on his
hands and knees, promising him that I'd continue.

"Hey, Tiger. We got delivery."

"Shit, Dad. I can taste him, and I'm so damned hungry."

"He's got enough for both of us. Why don't you get undressed and join us?
I'm still figuring this out, but I think we can both get what we need and
make him a very happy man."

I got down and buried my face in the full round, dark ass. Trevor began
moaning again as soon as my tongue touched his man-hole. "Oh, you are a
hungry fuck, aren't you Trevor. You remember my son Jon."

"Yes," Trevor rasped.

"His dick is a twin to mine. Isn't that lucky for you?"

"Fuck." Trevor pushed his ass back to get my tongue back into his pussy.

"I know you want us both. You want a big horse dick in your mouth and
your hot little hole at the same time. Then after I fill your ass with my
seed, Jon's going to take over and fuck you some more. Two big loads up
your hot man-hole, Trevor. It's your lucky day."

I began working my fingers in as I licked, while Jon positioned himself
at Trevor's head and offered him his cock. Trevor never missed a beat
when he took Jon into his mouth and began sucking. Once I had three
fingers in and began pounding Trevor's prostate, I knew he was ready.

I grabbed my jeans and pulled out one of the lube packets I'd picked up
at Bacchus's. I squeezed it on to my cock and made sure I was nice and
slick before putting it to Trevor's dark pink ass lips.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it Trevor?"

"Yes," he whimpered after releasing Jon's cock.

I was still pouring lust into him and still focusing on his thoughts
about taking my cock. I knew Jon was doing something similar, but I
couldn't tell what desire he was feeding. From the way Trevor went to
town on his cock, I was betting Jon was ensuring his own enjoyment.

With the amount of my new found power I'd shoved into the muscle hunk, he
took me right in, and I was pounding that huge round ass in no time. It
wiggled and jiggled with each thrust and damn but it felt good. He was
amazingly tight, and the extra squeeze from those powerful glutes was
making it an ass to remember.

I saw Jon smiling at me, and we leaned forward and kissed as we took
Trevor from both ends. "You know Dad, I fantasized about this, but I was
thinking me in the middle between you and Dean."

"Oh, Fuck!" That image was enough to push me over the edge. I saw stars
as my cock exploded deep in Trevor's gut. It seemed like it was going to
go on forever - spurt after spurt of my cum shooting inside of him. Jon
reached out and grabbed my tits with both hands and squeezed and pulled.
I gasped as my body shuddered with the intensity of my orgasm.

"Hot, Dad. But you still owe me my fantasy. This is just a practice run."

"Get over here and fuck his hot cunt." I grabbed Jon and kissed him and
went so far as to take his dick into my hands and guide him in. I licked
the base of his shaft and up his abs before biting his nipple. "Enjoy
him. That's one fine ass."

I moved around in front and Trevor immediately began licking me clean. I
looked down into his face and wondered if I'd maybe given him too much
lust. Was that even possible? Could I push someone over the edge with my
power? Make the need permanent? I decided I really needed to talk to Eros
again and find out how this worked. Trial and error seemed a poor way to
perfect my "gifts."

"You were right, Dad. This muscled ass is amazing."

"Please, fuck me, Jon. You can go harder," Trevor pleaded.

"You like our dicks, don't you Trevor? You're going to want to come back
for more and get fucked again, and again, and again. Your sexy man cunt
is going to get hungry for our cocks. You need this Trevor, as much as
you need to breathe." I leaned down and kissed him and felt his body
tremble as his load began squirting onto the floor. I hadn't noticed, but
there was already a good amount of man seed underneath him.

"That's the way Jon, fuck the cum right out of him." How about that, I
hadn't even realized I'd already made the stud cum a couple of times. Or
at least that was my guess from the amount on the floor.

Jon deposited his load, and we helped Trevor stand back up. Jon grabbed a
wet towel and wiped the poor guy up a bit, and I helped him get dressed.
Now I might have taken some liberties and played a bit with his body as I
did so. I was helping him with his shirt when I noticed again how big and
round his pecs were.

"Damn, how did I miss these?" I reached out and teased his large dark
nipples.

Trevor groaned loudly and squeezed his eyes closed.

I took one in my mouth and savored it as I began buttoning up his shirt.
I hated to let go, given how much he loved it. But the man did have a job
to do.

"You're going to come back aren't you Trevor?" I kissed him and gave his
ass a squeeze.

"Yes, Mr. Martinez. Whenever you'll have me."

"Please call me David. Fuck buddies use first names."

"Yes, David."

"You enjoyed the attention from Jon and me, didn't you?"

"Very much."

"Good. It will get even better with practice. I was serious about helping
you with your nephew. Might be nice to have someone at home who could
take care of this beast when we're not available."

"I will." Trevor somewhat stumbled out the front door and back to his
truck.

"I don't know about you, Dad, but I'm feeling much better. We're going to
need a plan if we need to feed this often. I'm not sure we can rely on
people showing up at our door."

"Good point."


*   Scene 3   *
Jon Martinez

It was only an hour later when the doorbell rang. I wondered if maybe
Bacchus was sending us people.

"Got it, Dad."

I opened the door and smiled as I got a warm tingly feeling inside. "Well
hey," I said opening the door.

"Brought you something," Ashley said holding out a layered chocolate cake
covered in plastic wrap.

"So friends bring cake?"

"I told you I was going to bring you a Chocolate Orgasm cake," Ashley
said holding out the cake but not stepping inside. "And friends might not
bring cake, but girlfriends, do."

"Ohhhh... So now you're my girlfriend?" I wasn't sure why but the idea
gave me butterflies.

"Consider yourself claimed Jon Martinez."

"Thought you had to wait for Bacchus to tell you who your intended would
be?" I took the cake and leaned against the doorframe, noticing how
beautiful she was. I also guessed she must be on her way to work - maybe
a doctor's office or clinic - based on what she was wearing.

"I'm not taking chances. I already told Chet, Heather, and Kayla to keep
their hands off you."

"Who are Heather and Kayla?" To my knowledge, I'd never met them or even
heard their names before.

"Guess they didn't make as much of an impression as they thought. They're
a couple of Bacchus's nymphs. Helped at your initiation and won't stop
going on about you."

I felt the heat rush to my face. I'd slept with three women, not just the
one and I had no memory of them. What else did I do?

"You know, Jon. I'm fine if you don't ever remember them."

"Yeah... Give me a second; I'll take this in and be right back." I
carried the cake in and set it on the Dining Room table. I had to pause
and lift the corner to smell it; there was something... oh God, it
smelled amazing, and for some strange reason, it gave me an instant
boner. I adjusted myself down the legs of my jeans so I wouldn't be too
obvious and embarrass Ashley.

"Thanks again for the cake."

"I hope you like it."

"You on your way to work?"

"Yeah, Dad usually gives me a ride in. I work at the clinic - it's like
an externship for my studies."

"Gee, that's too bad. If you're my girlfriend and all, I thought maybe
you came over to play doctor. Did you bring your stethoscope?"

"Jon Martinez, you tease!"

"But, Ashley," I whined. "I've got this really bad, growing pain right
here and I don't know what to do." I slid up my tee showing my abs and
slid my fingers inside the waistband of my jeans. I was pleased as her
eyes zeroed in on my crotch and I could feel the lust flare. Oh, she
wanted me real bad.

"Is it ever so painful?" She said, but it came out all breathy.

"Oh, it is, and it just keeps growing and growing."

"You do know that even if I'm your girlfriend, we're not allowed to do
anything?"

"I thought you weren't allowed to 'go all the way,' you know,
penetration. Is this written down? Are there specifics on what you can do
and what you can't? I'm going to be a lawyer; maybe we can look for a
loophole. I wouldn't think my tongue would count as penetration, would
it?" I moved in close so she could feel the heat from my body and I took
her hand and pressed it against my erection in my jeans. I wasn't sure
what came over me or why I did it. But I was loving the reaction.

"I... I um... really better get going." She said the words, but I knew
from her thoughts and how her hand absently stroked me, that she didn't
want to go.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I've been told that I give an
amazing rim job. I'd think the same skills would work on you."

Ashley let out a little squeak and pulled back. "I really have to go,
now. Um, I'll talk to you later." She practically ran back to the car.

Fortunately for me, I knew what she was thinking, and if there was a
loophole to be found, I wouldn't be finding it by myself.

I looked past Ashley and saw her dad standing on the other side of the
patrol car waiting. Even from here I could feel his lust. I knew I'd met
him but didn't think he was part of my initiation. I wondered briefly why
he was so focused on me.

I reached out and tasted his lust. I liked it and took the opportunity to
feed a bit. I wasn't sure how to direct my own lust back to him but
decided I'd focus on what he was imagining - seeing himself bent over the
front of the squad car while I fucked his ass. It was a bit of a rush
knowing how much he wanted me and the more I fed and gave back my lust,
the hotter the vision got. He sucked me, he stroked me, he rode me like a
champ. The vision cut off suddenly when Ashley reached the car and jumped
in.

He was still staring at me, the look on his face was more confused than
anything. He jumped in the car and burned rubber as they pulled away.

I closed the door sort of embarrassed with myself and wondering what had
come over me. When I got back inside, I found Dad sitting at the Dining
Room table, staring at the cake.

"What's up, Dad?"

"Did you smell this?"

"Um, yeah. Smelled good to me."

"Good? Oh, way better than good but I know that scent. It smells like
Blaze."

"Huh?"

"I may be wrong but given how my body's reacting and the thoughts coming
to mind. I'd bet you the best steak dinner out that this has Blaze's seed
as a primary ingredient."

"What? You're kidding." I leaned back in and inhaled, closing my eyes and
seeing if my brain would make any connections. It made connections
alright - not specifically about Blaze, but sucking cocks and sweet man
seed flowing over my tongue and down my throat, yes. "Do you think it's
safe?"

"One way to find out." Dad returned in moments with a knife, plates, and
forks.

The cake tasted every bit as good as it looked but by the time I finished
I was craving Blaze's seed. Since he wasn't available, Dad and I took
turns draining each other. It still wasn't enough, but I needed to get
the tailors.

I just hoped I could get myself under control before I got there. I
doubted that taking care of my raging needs was part of the fitting.


*   Scene 4   *
Sheriff Jed Campbell

Damn it. Why can't kids listen? This is such a mistake. I watched her get
out of the car and felt my gut clench. I couldn't take it. I got out of
the car and closed the door. I leaned against it putting it between me
and... them.

I saw the door open and saw the younger one, Jon, step out and smile at
Ashley - my princess - my baby girl. Damn, did he have to be so fucking
gorgeous? I felt my dick throb. He was the spitting image of his dad,
younger, yeah... but not by much.

I flashed back to that night. The initiation. I've done thousands of
initiations over the years, a quick fuck and done. But not with David
Martinez. I think it was forever burned into my brain; my dick sure
wouldn't forget. He was on his back - that beautiful muscled body spread
out, just for me. I was used to the guys looking at me with glazed, lust
filled eyes - needy and horny, but barely able to distinguish me from the
guy who would come after. Not David. I swear those dark eyes looked into
my soul and he pulled me into his body like a lover.

No one had ever kissed me like that or caressed my dick with their man-
hole the way he did, wrapping his legs around me and pulling me in. I
couldn't forget the feel of his monster cock in my hand - how big it was
and how badly I wanted it inside me. The feel of his body as it orgasmed
from me fucking him and the taste of his seed as I worshiped his cock and
licked him clean. I hadn't stopped dreaming and fantasizing about him
since.

Seeing Jon, was a clear reminder and for some reason, I just knew the son
would be every bit as good as the father.

I hated the way he looked at my baby, the smile, the way he held himself.
The kid oozed sex, and if it was getting to me, there was no way it
wasn't affecting Ashley. This was such a bad idea.

He doesn't just look like a sex god, he "is" one, I reminded myself. That
could only be bad for her. I was hoping to talk to Bacchus and see if he
couldn't do something to make sure they stayed away from each other. I
still planned to ask, but damn it if Ashley didn't get her mother on her
side. Why couldn't I get a break?

"Ah, fuck, no," I muttered as I saw Ashley grope the kid's crotch. I knew
what he was packing, and it made my ass clench just thinking about what
she had in her hand. You'd think after all these years I'd have better
control.

I saw her coming back to the car in a hurry and had about two seconds to
wonder before I caught his gaze on me. Oh God. Those eyes. He was
stunning, and without her blocking my view, I had a perfect view of his
body. I wanted him; I wanted to drop my pants and beg him to fuck me.
Here. Now. Right over the hood of the car. I wanted to rip those clothes
off and worship his body, suck that huge cock and show him how good I
could make him feel with my tongue up that beautiful golden ass of his. I
had visions of all the ways I wanted him to use me... I needed that
cock...

"Dad! Let's go."

Ashley's voice broke through, and it took me a moment to catch my breath
and realize where I was. I jumped in the car, and it hit me how close I
was to losing it.

I might have pulled out a little faster than intended, just trying to get
away.

"Dad, you've got to talk to Bacchus. He's got to choose Jon for my
intended."

"Ashley, sweetie... it doesn't work that way. Besides, it's way too
soon."

"Dad. You've been with him for ages. If anyone has any chance of getting
a favor it's you. Please, please, please. I can't explain why, Daddy. I
just 'know' he's the one for me. Please?"

"Ashley, this is a really bad idea. Jon's not even human anymore. He's
one of the love gods. You'll get hurt."

"Maybe. Or maybe he'll be the perfect man. I know he's into me. I can
feel it."

"A hard dick is not an indication of love."

"I know that Dad. I also know he thinks he's pretty exclusively gay. I
think he's wrong. Please, Dad. Just ask."

I pulled into the lot at the clinic and watched my princess climb out.
She came around, and I rolled down the window so she could kiss me
goodbye.

"This is really important, Daddy. Please, for me?"

"Love you princess." Damn this was unfair. I pulled out and headed for
Bacchus's estate. I wasn't sure what I'd say. Maybe he had so much on his
agenda I wouldn't even have a chance.

I checked in with the gate guards and made sure everything was good. They
didn't need a lot of supervision, but I never took Bacchus's safety
lightly. I parked at the back servant's entrance of the large mansion and
tried to mentally prepare myself. Seeing Martinez this morning had shaken
me. I walked into the house and directly to Bacchus's office. I knew this
place as well as my own. I'd have to talk Brutus; there should have been
guards watching the house as well. Damn it; I hate it when they got
sloppy.

"Good morning, Jed," Chetana greeted. "He's still tied up but shouldn't
be long."

"Morning, Chet. You doing good? You're not looking yourself."

"Thanks. I know it's pretty obvious and no, I feel like shit. Father's
still trying to figure it out. I'm supposed to be immune to everything,
you know? I'll let you know when he's free."

"Thanks." I took a detour into the parlor and sat down. It wasn't long
before Blaze poked his head in.

"Hey, Dad. He's almost done and said you could come in."

"Thanks - hey, give your old man a hug. It was really good to see you
last night. Wish you could visit more often."

"Yeah, I miss you." Blaze wrapped me in his arms and gave me a nice
sloppy kiss. "And this, yeah, always miss this." He said grabbing my dick
through my uniform.

"Jerk," I scoffed.

"Ah, you love it. Can't fool me, old man." Blaze twerked his ass as he
left, giving me a cocky smile over his shoulder.

I opened the door to Bacchus's office and stepped in quietly. I was never
sure what I'd find, and I'd learned over the years to always assume
something was going on behind the doors. This was no exception. At least
I didn't gasp or embarrass myself. Eros and Anteros were both there, as
was a very naked and drop-dead gorgeous, Dean Jensen. Though the guy
looked to be pretty out of it.

"Good, I'm glad you're here Jed. What do you think?" Bacchus asked.

"Think of..."

"Dean. Eros wanted to make sure he was more suitable for David. Being
mated to an Erote takes a whole lot more stamina than your average human,
and it can be tough on their self-image if we don't give 'em a little
polish."

I bowed to Eros and Anteros. They both gave me lecherous smiles as usual.
Yeah, they knew me very well and had taken advantage of all my body had
to offer on many occasions.

I walked around Dean and felt my heart quicken. Damn, I always thought
the guy was handsome, but fuck. "What did you do?"

"You want him, don't you Jed?" Eros asked with a laugh.

"Hell, yeah."

"There's your answer, Dio. We done good," Anteros joked.

"We didn't have to do much. Took some years off so he's the same age and
maturity as David. Toned up the body, added some muscles, a little extra
on the booty and made him smooth except for some strategic accents. Oh,
made his dick bigger too."

"Yeah..." It looked real fine. "Is he okay?" I asked.

"He's a bit dazed from giving him more constitution and stamina to deal
with David. Without it, David might drain him by accident. Can't have
that. We did the same with Jake."

"So are we finished?" Eros asked.

"Yeah, just bring him back when you're done. How long do you think it
will take?" Bacchus asked.

"It takes what it takes. We need to see if there is any residue from
whoever interfered and find out what if anything he knows, what he may
have seen... It might not even have registered to him, but if there's
anything in that handsome head, we'll get it out."

"I'll make sure David and his kids know he may be late," Bacchus said.

With a flash, Eros, Anteros, and Dean vanished from the room. I raised an
eyebrow and turned to Bacchus.

"Nothing to worry about. Aphrodite is still trying to find out who
interfered with her match of David and Dean years ago. A goddess on a
mission, if you know what I mean. She's not giving up until she gets
answers and makes someone suffer."

"He looks... good," I admitted.

"You know, if he'd worked out, he could have gotten there on his own.
Maybe not the years we took off or the bigger dick, but he was already a
hunk. Can't you picture him with David? They'll make a stunning couple."

I felt a stab of jealousy and maybe envy, but pushed it down. "So boss,
what did you have for me today?"

"Sit down. We've got lots to talk about." Bacchus turned and looked at me
more closely. "Wait." He came over and gripped my chin.

I felt the heat burning through my body. I loved his touch and having him
so focused on me pretty much shut down rational thought. In seconds I was
ready for him to take me and use me, anyway he wanted. I was worse than
Pavlov's dog when it came to Bacchus - centuries of being a man's
protector and fuck toy will do that to you.

"Who got you so worked up and don't tell me it was Dean?"

"Jon Martinez. I swear I didn't even get close, I was standing by the
patrol car on the street, and he was on the front porch."

Bacchus laughed and took my mouth. I moaned and let him; he kissed me
exploring every bit of my mouth before he released me. I stumbled a bit
before I caught my balance. "Not surprised. Given how you reacted to
David at the initiation I knew they'd get to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said as I struggled to get my body back
under control - it was all ready for a good fuck and hadn't accepted that
it wasn't going to happen.

"Best way I can put it is that David imprinted on you. There were several
men that caught his fancy that night. The ones he really liked, he made
love to - made it so good for them they can't help but go back to him.
The ones he didn't like, he fucked. I doubt he even realized what he was
doing."

"What does that have to do with Jon?"

"Like father like son. Their tastes are almost identical. And I'm sure
with the reaction you're having that Jon not only noticed you but liked
what he saw and maybe even encouraged it."

"Fuck." I couldn't believe this. Was I so weak-willed that I couldn't say
no?

"Don't even try to resist them, Jed. It's pointless. Even I don't have
the power to say no to one of the Erotes if they decide I'm on the menu.
Though, to be honest, I can't imagine any circumstance why I'd ever want
to. But that brings up an interesting development." Bacchus walked over
and sat at his desk.

"What's that?" I asked hoping for a change of subject.

"Jo called me this morning."

Okay, now I was nervous. Jo worked for Bacchus - my wife was his number
two, handling most of his business operations. She talked to him every
day, so a call from her was nothing noteworthy.

"After she reamed me out for not spending enough time at the office, she
asked a favor."

Shit, no. She wouldn't.

"She asked if I'd consider making Ashley, Jon Martinez's intended."

"It's a bad idea," I said with as much conviction as I could pour into my
voice.

"Why?" Bacchus sat at his desk and tented his fingers, looking at me
curiously.

"You promised me that if I had children, that you'd take care of them and
make sure they had the very best. That they'd be happy and have
everything they could want. You promised."

"I did and haven't I done that for Blaze?"

"You made him a whore!"

"Tut, tut. A whore? No, Jed. He's a satyr, yes. He can seduce any man he
wants and you and I both know; he wants lots of men and lots of sex. I
made him a satyr so he could have what he wants 'and' be safe. He can't
get diseases; he stays young and handsome, he can have his pick of lovers
and can have as much sex as he wants. If I'd left him to be 'normal' like
you wanted, he'd probably be bleeding out in some alley after a gang bang
gone wrong. He already had the need and hunger - he would have taken just
as many men to his bed, but it wouldn't have ended well. He's too much
like his dad."

"That's not fair." I wanted to scream at him, but I knew he was right.

"When I bought you and took you out of the arena, your man-whole was
already very well trained. Yes, you were a slave, but don't lie to
yourself or me and say you didn't like the sex. I watched you for weeks
before I made my move. Oh, you were a very good actor and gave the good
fight, put up a good show, but we both know that was just to make them
want you more. Taking the big, strong and virile champion, using him
against his will? Everyone wanted to lie with the 'giant' and take that
muscled ass of yours. If you didn't get yourself almost killed I might
have let you have more time for your fun. I gave you purpose and healed
you and have taken care of you ever since. You don't need to pretend
anymore, and I've given you countless lovers over the years. Have I ever
made you lie with a man, or woman for that matter, that you didn't want,
or couldn't enjoy?"

"No." Damn, I hated admitting that.

"So why do you think I won't take care of Ashley?"

"Jon's so..."

Bacchus laughed. "It bothers you that you want your daughter's potential
future husband as your lover?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!" I screamed it as the need and desire hit me. I wanted
Jon and David, and I knew I'd gladly drop to my knees or bend over for
them at the slightest provocation.

"Ashley is a very smart girl. One of my favorites in fact. If there's any
young lady who knows the score around here, it's her. You don't think she
already knows her future husband will be sleeping with her father and her
brother and many other men besides?"

I couldn't make myself answer.

"She knows Jake is his soul mate. But given that, she still wants him.
I've got to think something else is going on. Maybe Aphrodite is fucking
with me again. She does like a good laugh. Wouldn't put it past her to
have had one of the guys whammy Ashley just to complicate my life. Hell,
she may have done it herself."

"But he's not even human."

"Neither am I. He's a love god and yeah, there's a whole lot of baggage
that comes along with one of us. But, there's also a lot of good stuff.
Can you imagine how gorgeous their children would be?"

"No." Okay, that was a lie. I could picture them. It was pretty much a
given they'd be olive skinned with black hair and eyes and all grow up to
be just as beautiful as their parents.

"I'm not committing one way or another until I talk to Jon. I want to see
what he thinks of Ashley. That should tell me a lot. One concern I have
is if they are really into each other my normal abstinence warnings may
be useless."

"But she's got several more years. She can't get through college and med
school if she's pregnant or has a baby at home."

"I'll think of something. But now, to business. I need you to start
hiring."

"Why?"

"Once these projects kick off, our population is going to rise quickly,
and it won't be long before I have David and Jon out recruiting. I need
you to double your police staff. I've already added the funds to your
operating budget. We'll need to invest in more equipment, and once we
find the resources, I think we ought to build a new station."

"You think we'll see that much growth?"

"Yes. I'm also thinking we need to start working on Portersville. Start
strategically buying into businesses, buying up property, get our people
into positions of power and influence."

"Bacchus, Portersville is a conservative, dry town. Yeah, it's close but
there are more churches than businesses, and they are violently against
any 'adult' venues."

"Exactly. So we start by buying them up. Figure out who the vocal leaders
are supporting these asinine rules and then take them out one by one. It
won't happen overnight, and it doesn't have to. We've got lots of room to
grow in Bacchus Springs, but I'm in it for the long haul. Do you know how
much of Portersville borders the lake? Imagine putting in affordable
cabins and resorts, trails, campgrounds, restaurants, bars, and of course
some 'clubs.' Keep the high rollers here and appeal to the masses there."

"That reminds me, I think the owner of that bar by Duncan's is about
ready to sell. You still interested?"

"Yeah, too bad he's had all those underage issues. Gets expensive,"
Bacchus laughed.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Completely renovate of course. It's right off the interstate, so it's a
perfect location. High-class bar and restaurant below, dance club above
and then expand that back area for a VIP only section."

"Which includes?"

"Dancers, strippers, private entertainment by request. We'll make sure we
have some very discreet private rooms. But I'm also thinking it will help
our new residents."

"You lost me."

Bacchus gave one of his smiles that usually had me stripping my clothes.
"David and Jon need to feed on lust, what better food supply than a sex
club. It also doesn't hurt giving an open invitation to Eros and his
brothers."

"So we build the wedding chapel and gardens for Aphrodite and a sex club
for the Erotes?"

"Exactly. The more of the gods who support us, the more successful we'll
be. Aphrodite already sees the opportunity, and Hades has been with us
for years. Speaking of whom, I need you to obtain some men or women,
doesn't matter which for him."

"Age, appearance, any special requirements?"

"No. I'm sure if you find any particularly good ones, Hades will pull
them, but his hellhounds are getting bored with the current stable. He
wants some fresh meat. They aren't all that particular, so that makes it
easier."

I swallowed the bile that crawled up my throat. Hades requests were
always difficult, but not always for the same reason. I knew we did
everything we could to make him happy, but I didn't always like it.
"Bacchus, we've had almost no crime. There's no one in the jail.
Where..."

"Doesn't need to be legitimate, maybe slip over into Portersville and
start with some of those conservative crazies. Start weeding them out now
and it will save us time later."

He turned to his computer, and I knew I was dismissed. I stood and headed
to the door.

"Jed."

"Yes, Father."

"I'd suggest getting David to work with you on screening those new hires.
You need to build a good rapport with him, and he'll be able to read them
to see if they're a good fit. You want officers who have the need, who
can be manipulated, and don't mind getting a little rough occasionally.
David will be able to see that in them. I'll let him know it's part of
his community service."

"But..."

"Jed, we both know you want him. Why put off the inevitable?"

"Sir." I pulled the door closed and headed back to the car. I'd say I
needed a drink, but I'd proven to myself a long time ago that it was
pointless. I could down a whole bottle and not get a decent buzz.
Bacchus's words echoed in my head, David had picked me out as someone he
wanted again - part of me hated it but my dick was hard as a rock, and my
ass was twitching like crazy.


*   Scene 5   *
David Martinez

I looked through the list and shook my head. There was no way I could
handle all of these cases and contracts on my own, not on top of doing
the pro bono work for the town and all the community service representing
Bacchus Industries. There wasn't enough of me or hours in the day. Even
if I hired a couple of lawyers to help, there were still things that
would slip through the cracks. I also needed a better assistant. Mrs.
Cokesbury was more hindrance than help. I wondered how I ended up with
the old shrew.

A knock sounded at the door. Strange, why didn't they ring the bell? I
got up and headed out. I paused looking at the front door - it was
heavily leaded glass so you couldn't see someone, but you'd see a shadow
or form even through the vestibule. The outer door had a clear pane in
the center, but as far as I could tell there was no one there. Weird.

The knock sounded again. I tentatively opened the door into the vestibule
and froze.

"You going to ask me in?" Bacchus asked.

I looked at him somewhat dumbfounded. My vestibule was gone, as was the
front porch - my front door opened into the hallway in Bacchus's mansion.

"Um, yeah... sure." I stared down the hallway wondering how this was
possible.

"Magic door." Bacchus walked past me into the house.

I closed the door after him then opened it again. My vestibule was back,
just like normal.

"It's okay David. How did you think I got Blaze and Matthew to your place
in the city so easily? I find it more low key than just popping in
uninvited - that tends to freak people out."

"Um, yeah." While it certainly answered questions, it was a bit of a
shock.

"Do I get a proper greeting?" Bacchus held his arms out and smiled.

I stepped into his arms, and the smell hit me - hard. Rich, dark wine
with a hint of oak and cherry. I inhaled deeply and buried my face in his
neck. Bacchus was a big man and a few inches taller than me with a bigger
build. My whole body tingled, and I felt my hunger flare. I couldn't help
but lick up his neck and taste him as my hands slid up inside his shirt,
up his treasure trail to the furry chest. I ran my fingers through the
curly hair, enjoying the heat of his body and the strong muscles. I knew
he wanted me and I was ready to give myself over to him.

"Whoa, son. Slow down." Bacchus gently pushed me back and left space
between us.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to... you have this effect on me."

"That's my fault I should have toned it down a bit. That was my magic,
not yours. Don't think for a moment that I don't want you, David. But
let's take care of some other things first."

"Good. I'm glad my powers don't work on you. That could be bad."

Bacchus burst out laughing. "Oh, I didn't say that. But you are my
servant, David. And even without that connection, we were already
attracted to each other. So your reaction was quite 'normal.' But hear me
clearly, your magic and powers work very well on me and any other god.
Has Eros not used his powers on my brothers and sisters?"

"Oh, I guess he has," I responded. "I'm worried that I don't have much
control yet. I think I may have done something bad earlier today."

Bacchus sat down on the couch and looked at me expectantly.

"Maybe you can tell me... Trevor came by with a delivery, and I knew he
fancied me a bit because he flirted a little when we first met. I was so
hungry, and I knew he wanted to touch me, maybe even suck me. But I
um..."

"Keep going," Bacchus encouraged.

"He has the most amazing big round ass, and I wanted it. I might have
manipulated his thoughts and lust into wanting to be fucked. He was
really against it at first, I could tell it wasn't something he did or
wanted, but... I just kept pushing and feeding more and more lust."

"He let you take his ass?"

"Oh, yeah. Jon took him too and while he was really into it in the
moment... I mean he had numerous orgasms... but I'm not sure what I did
or if it will hurt him."

Bacchus was giving me the biggest smile ever.

"I think we underestimated how much power you'd have. I need to talk with
Eros, but you can quit worrying. I doubt you hurt him and while if you
feed him enough lust, you can make a desire 'permanent,' you can also
reverse it. If you focus on a desire or need and fill it until it seems
you can't pour in any more lust, it will stay with them."

"So he may now want to be fucked, like forever?" Wow, did I feel guilty.

"Depends on how much lust you gave him and the thoughts you pushed into
his head."

"I'm not sure how to do that. I just spoke out loud."

"So when you make suggestions, the words you use matter. If you reinforce
and use the context of 'you want me to fuck you,' 'you want my cock,'
'you love my seed.' That hooks the subject on you specifically. If you
change it to 'you want to be fucked,' 'you love having a cock inside
you,' 'you love eating a man's seed.' That means the subject will want
any man."

"Shit. That's sort of scary."

"Haha. Yeah, with great power..."

I rolled my eyes. I guess a Greek God can get modern references. "So, I'm
pretty sure I gave him enough lust that I made it permanent. But I only
referred to Jon and me."

"That actually works out well. I was going to ask you to help with him
anyhow, you just beat me to it. The man refuses to admit how attracted he
is to other men - just hides in the bathroom and whacks off multiple
times a day thinking of all the hot guys he saw that day. That is until
he met you, pretty sure he's been pretty focused on one man of late."

"So it will be okay?"

"More than okay. You've solved multiple problems. He hasn't fucked his
wife in almost a year. But I guarantee he'll go home and bang the hell
out of her now. Can't get babies out of her if he won't plant the seed
and I finally got her fertile again."

"You lost me."

"His wife couldn't have children when they moved here. Doc and I have
been working on getting that fixed. Well, the fixing it part wasn't hard
it was getting her into his office without making her suspicious. Then we
also had the nephew, Jordan, to deal with. Trevor wouldn't bring him in
for his checkup. So we grabbed him when he came in with Trevor's wife."

"You mean the physical and evaluation before their initiation?"

"That's the one. He doesn't remember it, but we got it done. Sad but the
only genetics he shares with his uncle is a big dick and an amazing ass.
The upstairs is vacant and none too pretty. The body though, that's good.
For sure not a breeder so I took care of that. Trevor on the other hand,
I want as many boys out of that man as I can get. Smart, handsome, and a
body to drool over. His wife's good too - so I made sure she'll only have
boys."

"You can do that?"

"Easy."

"So what about his nephew, Jordan?"

"I'd like you and Jon to handle him. No need to be gentle, break the kid
in and get him hooked. Pretty sure he already likes men, so shouldn't
take too much. All that one's good for is a whore. It's going to take
some work just to get him through highschool and I have not figured out
what kind of job he could handle. But we will."

"A whore? What do you mean by that? Like Ethan?" I was really confused
because as far as I could tell, everyone in Bacchus Springs was pretty
open about sex and partners and couldn't quite figure out what made the
distinction.

"Goodness no! Ethan's a prince. Sure he's a cock hound, but he's pretty
picky about who he'll bed and the kid's smart as a whip. He'll be a power
player someday, probably inner circle. Jordan couldn't think his way out
of a paper bag. He's doesn't have enough brains to decide who'd be good
for him, how to be strategic, or even keep himself safe. However, he has
a good body and can learn how to suck cock and spread his legs. He might
even learn how to throw a good fuck with the right training. We'll keep
him safe by managing his life, his job, and making sure he only sleeps
with our people. His body will be his contribution to the community."

"So you want us to..."

"Pop his cherry, fill him with lust until he's overflowing. Just make
sure he's eager to take any dick. You might want to caveat it that it
needs to be one of my flock, but otherwise, any man that wants him. Maybe
start him out practicing on Trevor. If you and Jon handle it, he won't
need another initiation."

"And you're okay with what we did to Trevor?"

"Sure, sometime in the future we may want to pull back the exclusive to
you and Jon part and get him with some other men, but for now that works.
And with you and Jon fucking him so well today, I bet there will be a new
little Carson started by morning."

"How do you figure?"

"A man that resistant to his needs? You've threatened his masculinity.
He'll go home and bang the hell out of his wife tonight. Probably several
times just to prove he's still got it. With what I did to her, she'll
conceive first try. Then Trevor will be so horny after realizing that
she's not as good as what he had with you, he'll be begging at your door
before you know it."

"Thanks, I was a little scared that I screwed things up."

"There you go. Shouldn't be a problem. Also, you do know you can use
compulsion?"

"No..."

"I do it all the time. Especially when punishing or correcting
situations. My favorite is taking a straight homophobic man and planting
the compulsion that he loves to suck cock. He didn't have to have lustful
thoughts or ever consider doing it. I can plant the idea and then feed
it. Not nearly as well as you or your brothers, but I'm not without some
skills. For you, it would be child's play. You could take a straight man
and turn him into a cum whore, and he'd still think he was straight -
even after sucking off everyone around him. You won't need that with
Jordan, he's already got the desire."

"So how do I use thoughts rather than speaking?"

"Just think 'at' whoever you're targeting. But to be honest, your skills
on that are going to be far beyond mine. Those are better questions for
the Erotes. I can do simple compulsion, but the nuances related to sex,
love, and lust are your specialty."

"The hunger is going to take some adjusting to."

"I didn't give that enough thought. Having you hide in the house for a
few days probably was not the best idea. Is Jon doing okay? I don't sense
him in the house."

"He's doing about as well as me. He went into town to get fitted for his
suits. Should be back before too long. I'm not sure who to feed from at
this point. I can't feed on Jon, and Dean helps but it's not enough, and
I don't want to hurt him."

"Oh, before I forget. Dean will be late and may not make it home tonight.
Nothing's wrong, just some business with Aphrodite."

"She won't hurt him?" My stomach started to flip thinking of my Dean
being toyed with by the gods.

"Goodness, no. They're trying to figure out who interfered is all. I
didn't want you or the kids to worry. Can you let them know?"

"Yeah, I will. We sort of joked that you sent Trevor as 'delivery' since
we weren't supposed to eat out."

"Good idea. Wish I could take credit for it. I'll make sure to send over
some visitors to keep you and Jon fed until you get a little more
control. How are you feeling otherwise?"

"Scared. Confused. Ecstatic about Dean." I felt the butterflies come back
in my stomach just thinking about him.

"You're going to do great. You're positively vibrating with power. You
may be as powerful as the others. We'll have to wait and see. When you
get back into the office, I have some things I need you to work on."

"I was going to talk to you about that. I reviewed the caseload and the
contracts and other legal work that needs attention. It's more than I can
handle on my own."

"Of course it is. I knew you'd need to hire help."

"Can we keep your prior legal team on retainer until I do?"

"Sorry, no. The firm was sold to a total incompetent. The man I dealt
with retired. What about retaining your old firm?"

I thought about it and realized it could work to our advantage. "I think
that could work. I'd need to make some stipulations on who could work on
our account and so forth. It might even be worth keeping them on in some
capacity longer term. Even if I hire a couple of good people, we can't
cover every specialty, and it would be good to have some backup."

"Draw it up, and we'll make it happen. Might work to our benefit having
you make regular trips into the city. You can do some recruiting while
you're there and feeding shouldn't be any problem in New York."

"Thank you. That makes me feel much better."

"David, you're family now. Your success is my success. You and Jon are
going to bring so many to my flock..." Bacchus pulled me to my feet and
kissed me. A deep tongue exploring, passionate kiss.

I was back into the not thinking, oh God, he smells so good I want him to
fuck me mind. My body melted into him and I couldn't stop my hands, they
wanted to touch every bit of him. I was doing my best not to feed or add
to his lust. I didn't need to; he wanted me enough anything I added would
have been overkill.

He pulled back and gave a guilty smile. "So you know, that was me. All
me."

My face might hurt from how hard I was smiling. "I know. I kinda like how
much you want me."

"Never doubt it for a second, David. So maybe, you sit on that couch, and
I sit over here."

"If you insist."

He took a deep breath. "I need you to connect with Jed. I want you to
help him hire some new men for the Bacchus Springs Police Department."

"Me? How in the world can I help? I'm not a criminal lawyer. I haven't
worked with the cops. I do contracts and spend my time with stuffed
shirts in corporate offices."

"Yes, and you're now a love god. We have special needs on our force that
not just every officer out of training can handle."

Okay, that sounded sketchy. I tried to think of a way to phrase it and
came up with nothing. "Meaning?"

"Their first job is obviously keeping the peace and protecting our
citizens. Most of our issues come from outside. My flock knows better
than to break the law, or rather my laws," Bacchus said with a wink. "But
sometimes, there are other duties. We may need to make an example of
someone, may need to help with attitude adjustments, or occasionally we
need to 'recruit' for the other gods. That means we need officers who
also don't mind getting a little rough in the call of duty, don't mind
delivering some very personal warnings or messages."

"And I can help, how?"

"A man who likes a little rough play, some BDSM, doesn't mind bending the
rules for a cause. Open to men as well as women. That's all in your skill
set. You can pull that out of them without saying a word. While I could
compel them to do what I want, it works much better if it's in line with
what they already want."

I could see his point and given my own experiences I couldn't argue with
the need. It would be nice to know that the law wasn't just going to let
them get away. "I can do that."

"Jed will be calling you, and if you didn't already know, the man wants
you and Jon so bad it's hard for him to think. You might want to get in a
good fuck before you talk - otherwise, you'll never get anywhere."

"I... I um..." Okay, brain. Engage anytime. Yeah, I remembered Jed very
well. The sex with him was amazing. One of the guys at my initiation I'd
decided was worth a repeat or several.

"Tell me, what's happening with Jon and Ashley. I'd like your opinion
before he gets home and I ask him myself."

I paused for a moment to get my thoughts in order. My brain was still
orchestrating some really hot sex scenes with the Sherriff. "I think he's
more like me than not. I know he'll say he's gay, but I've seen the way
he looks at her, and even more, I know exactly what he was thinking when
she stopped by this morning."

"Ah, so there's an attraction?"

"More than that. He's talked about her several times. They hit it off the
first time they met, and for lack of a better description, I'd say she
was his best friend. They talk pretty regularly, and I know he's told her
pretty much everything - not holding back at all. He even said if he had
to have an arranged marriage, he hoped you'd pick her."

"Interesting. When you've been near her could you sense if she's been
'touched' by one of your brothers?"

"You mean the whole cupid thing?" I sat back and thought about it. "Not
that I sensed. I'm rather embarrassed to admit this, but her thoughts
about me haven't been exactly pure either."

Bacchus's face lit up, and his eyes sparkled. Damn he was handsome. "I
have to ask. Have you met Jake?"

I felt the blood rush to my face, and I wanted to look anywhere but at
Bacchus. "Yeah."

"I may not be a love god, but I can read you, David. I want to hear you
say it."

"It's not as strong as the pull with Dean, but it's there, and I can tell
you it's mutual. Jon has the same issue with Dean. He's already asked if
we can do a threesome."

"You okay with that?"

"The thought of seeing Dean take Jon puts me over the edge. I told him we
had to wait so we didn't scare Dean, but I don't know how long I can hold
out."

"Don't even try. I've been in Dean's head. He'll be more than fine with
it. I must say this has been a very productive visit. Care to show me
around? I'd love to see what you've done with this grand old lady."

"I'd love to. Where do you want to start?"

"Save your bedroom for last. I plan on spending some time there before I
leave."

I clenched my fists and tried to count my breaths. I can do this; I can
do this. Fuck, I was so horny I wondered how fast I could run him through
the house. "Top down or bottom up?" I asked as I stood.

Bacchus gave my ass an obvious leer. "Today I think I'm a bottoms up
man."

Oh, God. My ass was clenching so bad I hoped I could still walk.
"Basement it is, not much to see there." I led him into the kitchen and
down the stairs.

"Why is it empty?"

"We didn't need more rooms, and the ceiling's a bit low - not room for a
drop ceiling, and we don't want to block access. Ford and his crew did a
great job of cleaning it up. They used an insulating spray that sealed it
against moisture. That's why everything's white."

"It would make a great playroom."

"I'm not sure I'd want kids down here. It's not really a walk out and not
sure whether you call them cellar doors or bulkhead doors, but I can just
see them getting jammed and being trapped." I gave a shudder.

"David, you are so sweet. I don't mean a playroom for children. A
playroom for the adults, you know, a restraining table, stockade, cross,
cages, kneeler, a horse, maybe some strategically placed eye hooks or
winches."

"Oh."

"I have a very well stocked dungeon you and Jon or Dean are welcome to
use anytime you want. Dean's been there. He can tell you about it.
Actually, you should make sure to ask him. I'll be sure to give you a
tour sometime. I think you'll find it very enlightening."

"I've never..." My mind was trying to picture what he was talking about
but other than what I'd seen in some of the wilder porn I'd watched; I
had nothing to go on.

"Oh, the thought of you in leather and a harness. Grrrr." Bacchus grabbed
me and pulled me into another kiss. By the time he released me I was
struggling to breathe.

"If it makes you that happy, I might be willing to try it," I said trying
to adjust myself in my pants.

"You know what..." He turned and looked around, walking the perimeter of
the basement. "Yes. We need to put a gateway into your house."

"Pardon?"

"Like my door. A gateway to make it easier for you to travel. You may yet
get the ability to translocate but I'll admit it's for my own selfish
needs."

"I'm listening..."

"A gateway or portal would allow you to step through a door here,
directly into my estate, or pretty much anywhere there's a door. Part of
me wants you to just live with me so you're close, but this way you'd
always be just steps away but keep up the facade of being on your own. If
you end up doing a lot of work in the city, it would let you travel back
and forth quickly."

"And the downside?"

"When Jon's back at college, all you'd have to do is walk through the
door, and you'd be in his room."

I laughed. "That's the downside?"

"There is no downside other than unexpected visitors, but when dealing
with the gods, most of them can just pop in any way."

I could really see that as an advantage. "Okay, I'll go for it."

"Think about the playroom too. Come on, show me more."

I led him back upstairs and continued the tour. I showed him around the
first floor, then up to view the many empty bedrooms before we got to
Jon's room. I explained we had an appointment at Ward's to pick out the
furniture for the remaining rooms that afternoon.

"Why does Jon need his own bed?"

"For entertaining? Guys his age need their privacy and sometimes Dean and
I might like a little alone time too. It just arrived, and I think he's
used it all of one night - with Ethan."

"Ethan... Goodness, he's like a poster child for my flock. Love that
boy."

"Yeah, he's pretty cool," I confessed thinking of what Bacchus has said
earlier. I suppose I could see it. Wouldn't surprise me at all for Ethan
to use his seductive abilities to get what he wanted.

"Nice to be with someone who knows what he wants," Bacchus said and
turned to give me a knowing smile. "Is there more?"

"Another floor." I took him up the third floor which was more like a
finished attic with large dormers.

"Jon and I were thinking of having Ford back to put in some built-in
storage in that back corner. Like a big, walk-in closet. Then furnish it
with bunk beds and a few twins. If he ever brought friends home from
school, they could all camp out in one room. And up that circular stair
is the widow's walk. There's not much room up there; Ford did put in a
window seat so you can look out on the town."

Bacchus walked up the stairs, and I watched his ass as he climbed. The
man had a nice muscular backside that was worth appreciating.

"I know what you're thinking, David..." he shouted down the stairs.

I felt the heat rise to my face, but I also know he was very pleased with
my thoughts and was adding to them. I enjoyed watching him walk down the
stairs, his muscular legs appearing first, followed by a very full crotch
in his jeans, the trim waist expanding to the muscular chest and arms.
Then his smiling face. Personally, I liked him without the beard. He
still looked rugged and so damned handsome. His thick brown hair fell to
his shoulders, and I wondered how it would feel to run my fingers through
and grip it as I kissed him.

"Time to show me your room, David." His voice had gone low and gravelly
with lust, and I swear his eyes were glowing. His thoughts were coming
through loud and clear and the lust was so strong I could not only taste
it, I couldn't smell anything else. The heady, rich wine scent filled my
world.

"Yeah," I said absently as I turned toward the stairs.

"You better be naked by the time I get there."

I grabbed the rail to keep from swooning. The world had tipped and was
starting to spin as his plans for what he wanted to do with my body drove
out everything else. I was already stripped and sprawled on the bed,
watching the door as he entered.

Between the third floor and my room he'd managed to get everything off
but his jeans. Fuck, was he ever sexy. Big, muscular and masculine, a
silver screen leading man who'd likely spend most of the movie without
his shirt and a few obligatory scenes of his magnificent backside.

I felt my breath quicken as he unfastened his jeans and slid them down.
He was commando. I may have moaned a little. His large cock, was hard and
shiny as it broke free and my mouth started to water.

"You don't know what your appreciation does for me, David. And you need
to feed. I can feel it, and I promise you I have enough lust to satisfy
even you." He climbed onto the bed and crawled on his knees until he was
straddling my waist. His hand slid up my sides and over my chest before
he leaned down and kissed me.

I gave in and let myself feed on his lust. It was as rich as his scent
and seemed to be what my body craved. I knew by feeding I had to feed the
power back and explored his thoughts, trying to figure out what to
reinforce.

He broke the kiss and licked up my jaw. "I want you so badly, David that
I'm not sure you can do more, but I want you to try. Make me crave this
monster cock, David. I want to hunger for the taste of you and the feel
of you inside me," He whispered. Then he bit my neck. "Make it permanent,
David."

I gasped as I felt him slide down on me, taking my cock into his hot,
silky tunnel. The bite threatened my control. I knew he already had
planned on riding me and was craving me as much as I was him. I had no
doubts that he was sincere, but the thought of making a Greek God, hunger
for my dick was a bit much.

"Fuck, yes. This is what I needed," Bacchus rumbled, his voice deep and
rich with lust. "There are so few who can satisfy me, David."

I reached up and ran my hands through the hair on his chest, tweaking his
nipples as I began meeting him with my own thrusts. His lust was like a
feast and the power I was feeding back into him was rushing out like a
fire hose. I'd already filled his need to suck me, and now I was filling
his hunger for my cock up his ass.

I swear his man hole was squeezing and stroking me as he rode. I wasn't
even sure how it was possible for him to give me these sensations - but
God, it felt incredible. It was such a turn on to see such a masculine
hunk riding my dick. And the expression on his face was pure bliss - not
to mention the thoughts pouring through his mind. I know I'm still
adjusting to my powers but the thrill of knowing how much he wanted me
and how good it felt to him was making me pretty damned proud of myself.

"Fuck but your cock is so big... and I didn't even have to help it
along," Bacchus purred as he looked down on me. "That makes it better you
know. So fucking gorgeous and a horse dick to boot. Damn it, but my cunt
was so hungry for you." He started riding me harder and faster.

I ran my hands over his body, enjoying the feel of his muscles and
thinking how incredibly lucky I was. What would other men give to be
where I was? A Greek God riding me like I was the best thing ever. I had
a brief thought - it flitted through my mind just enough to register -
maybe I should feel guilty that this wasn't Dean... Then I looked up into
Bacchus's glowing eyes and knew, this transcended even my relationship
with Dean. I also realized that if my love were here, he wouldn't judge
me or object, he'd have joined for a full out three-way.

"YES!" Bacchus cried out, and I felt the first stream of his load hit my
face, spreading from my chin to my hair. Many more followed coating my
body from my abs to the top of my head. The clenching of Bacchus's ass as
he orgasmed was all it took to bring me over the edge, and I was filling
his ass with my load. It seemed to go on forever.

Bacchus slid off of me and rolled so he was lying beside me on the bed. I
scooped up the jizz on my face and licked it off my fingers. Bacchus then
helpfully scooped up a huge handful from my chest and brought it to my
lips. I licked his hand clean as I stared into his beautiful eyes. He
closed in and kissed me.

"Amazing, David."

"Why did you want your desire to be permanent?" I asked, still confused.

He kissed me again and then licked my face clean before answering.
"Because I'm a very selfish god."

He continued licking down my body until he got to my softening dick and
sucked it clean. "I don't understand..."

He crawled back up and pressed his body against mine. "You see, my pet.
I've had a bit of experience with the Erotes. I happen to know that when
you use your power to make someone desire specifically you, it has a bit
of a bounce-back effect."

"Meaning?"

"By making me desire to be fucked by you, you've implanted the need to
fuck me in yourself. Pothos and I have been lovers for many, many years.
But for him, he gave me the need to fuck his pretty ass. He makes sure to
visit regularly so I can."

He kissed me again. "Jon's about to arrive home. Let's get cleaned up."
He rolled off the bed and held out his hand.

I considered what he'd said and decided I didn't care. I was more than
attracted to him, and I liked the idea of him desiring me and wanting me
to be inside him. The sex was pretty mind-blowing, so why not. I could
live with this. I followed him into the bath and stepped into the shower.

"Thank you." I poured the soap into my hands and began washing him,
enjoying the chance to run my hands over his body.

"Believe me, David. I did it for me. But I'm glad you enjoyed it too." I
knew there was more. I could feel his love for me, regardless of what he
said. He turned me around and began lathering my body. His hands explored
and touched me like an intimate lover. Soon, I was as hard again as if
we'd not just had amazing sex. By the time I was rinsed I couldn't help
but pull him back to me and devour his mouth.

"Dad! I'm home," Jon called out.

I reluctantly pulled away from Bacchus and reached for a towel. I
carefully dried him off and then handed him a fresh towel to use as a
wrap.

"My turn." Bacchus took another towel and lovingly dried me off. That's
when Jon stepped in.

"Oh. I... um... oh, wow." Jon stood at the door to the bath and just
stared.

Without missing a beat, Bacchus stepped over to Jon and wrapped him in
his arms and pulled him into a kiss. I felt Jon's lust spike, and his
hunger flared like an inferno. I was surprised I didn't feel the least
bit jealous if anything I felt relieved. I could feel Bacchus's love for
Jon and not just as a lover, but a fierce protective parental love too.

"Hey, Jon," Bacchus said in a low voice.

"Lord, Bacchus." Jon's voice came out a bit strained, and I was close
enough to see his pupils had blown wide.

"I know you don't remember me fully or what we did that night, but your
body certainly seems to recognize me." Bacchus's left hand gripped Jon's
throbbing erection through the denim as his other hand slid down inside
the back of his jeans.

Jon moaned loudly, and his head tipped back. I couldn't see what was
happening, but I knew from Bacchus's thoughts that he'd just pushed two
fingers inside my son.

"Your father has fed pretty well on me, so I don't have much left, but I
think if you try you could get enough to keep you sane for a few more
hours."

"Please..." Jon rasped.

Bacchus leaned in and whispered in Jon's ear and then they were kissing
again. One of Jon's legs had lifted and wrapped around Bacchus, and I
knew those fingers in Jon's ass were moving. It was only a couple of
minutes before the kiss broke and Bacchus stepped back, making sure Jon
stayed on his feet.

"Better?"
"Yes, thank you." Jon's face was beet red, and he was apparently very
interested in the floor.

"Give your Dad and me time to get dressed, and we'll talk more
downstairs. Why don't you get us some lemonade? I'm feeling a bit
parched."

Jon nodded and left.

"Fuck, David. That boy is hot. He's so similar to you if I didn't know
better I'd think he were a cloan - or at least a twin."

"Can I ask what you whispered to him?"

Bacchus dropped the towel from his waist and pulled me to him. He kissed
up my neck and then bit my ear. "I told him to make sure he fed my lust
as he ate - that I wanted to be addicted to the taste of his seed, the
feel of his cock in my ass and the taste of his hole on my lips."

I moaned and had to hold on to Bacchus to keep standing.

"You see, David. I want both of you... in my bed, at the same time."

I orgasmed. My load just spontaneously began shooting from my dick as I
held onto Bacchus.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Let yourself go."

He helped me clean up again, we got dressed and soon we were sitting on
the couch sipping lemonade.

"You're looking a little better, Jon."

"Thank you. I'm not used to needing to feed on lust and there hasn't been
anyone around. The tailor, Mr. Grendle didn't have single lustful thought
in his head and I haven't seen anyone else."

"He's a good tailor and knows his styles, fabrics, and suits but has very
'unusual' tastes. I assure you he's as lustful for dick as any man, just
not for yours."

"Can I ask, what does he like?"

Bacchus looked at me for a moment. "Not sure you're ready for this yet,
David. You've been a bit sheltered. Something we're going to have to
fix."

"How bad can it be?" Really, I mean did he like younger guys, hairy guys,
only gingers, what could be so strange that Bacchus thought it would
freak me out?

"He likes his dick furry and on four legs, David. Though he will take a
faun in a pinch."

I heard Jon squeak as I gulped. My stomach did a sick little flip, and I
wondered if it would be too embarrassing to put my head between my knees.
I held out my hand - "I don't want to know anymore."

Bacchus laughed and that made me feel worse. "Can we change the subject?"

"Sure, David. Jon, tell me about Ashley." Bacchus was still snickering at
me.

"You probably know more than I do, we just met."

"What do you think of her? How would you describe her? How does she make
you feel?"

"Um... she's really smart, probably the prettiest girl I've ever met.
Ahhhh... she seems down to earth and always knows what to say to make me
feel better. Sometimes she makes me feel really calm and other times she
makes it hard to think - like I've got a thousand butterflies in my
stomach."

"She get you hard?" Bacchus asked as if it was the most normal question
in the world.

"Yeah..."

"You ever think of having sex with her?"

"Um... I guess."

"Jon." Bacchus gave Jon a look I wanted to learn how to copy. It was the
most perfect, fatherly, "I'm calling bullshit" look I'd ever seen.

"Okay, yes."

"How bad is it Jon? How does it compare to Jake?"

"Not as strong as Jake. I'm not sure I'd last five minutes without
getting in his pants. With Ashley... it would be painful, but I could
probably get through a few hours with no problem. Unless she starts
thinking stuff like this morning." Jon blushed even brighter.

"All the more reason not to let yourself get so hungry. If you haven't
already figured it out, you and Jake are soul-mates and both touched by
Eros. You might as well accept it and get on with the fucking. I'm
thinking of making Ashley your intended, what's your thought?"

Jon's face lit up. "I mean if I have to have a girl, she's pretty
amazing. But... I don't want her to be hurt, and I gotta say, I want Jake
a whole lot more. She deserves someone who will be devoted to her."

"That's what I needed, thank you, Jon. Monogamous, dedicated love sounds
so perfect but it doesn't work in my world. You're a love god, Jon. You
could love and satisfy a hundred different partners more than if they
each had a dedicated spouse. You need to feed on lust, and you will need
more sex than Jake can give you. Not that he won't be your anchor and
your main love, but you need more. He'll be the one to make sure you're
taken care of."

"What? He's going to be my pimp?" Jon laughed.

"In a way, yes. Just like Dean will do for your Dad, Jake will find you
lovers and set you up with what you need. He'll often join you to make
you more comfortable - because remember, when you're well fed, he gets
the overflow. So you being healthy and satisfied makes him healthy and
satisfied and to an extent gives him extra energy and euphoria."

"Oh."

"I'm pretty well decided on matching you with Ashley - just a few things
to work out. Abstinence will not work for you two, so I've got to think
how to handle this. But don't worry it won't take me too long. On a
separate note, you need to feed and soon."

"But how?"

"You have an appointment at Ward's Furniture, right?"

"Yes. In about an hour," I answered.

"Daniel is a handsome young man who has been working there after school.
He's already been through the evaluation and Doc cleared him years ago,
but he has a problem. He's petrified and panics if anyone gets near his
ass. So we haven't been able to do his initiation. I want you to figure
out why and if you can fix it and pop his cherry and feed from him until
you're full."

Jon's mouth opened, but no words came out.

"Is there something else to this?" I asked seeing Jon struggle to get
words out.

"Most likely. His father is the store manager and probably who you're
meeting with. He has a dark side, so I'm betting he's either done
something or the kid thinks he will. That should be easy for the two of
you to figure out. I'm giving you my blessing to do what it takes."

"Why me?" Jon managed to sputter.

"You need to feed. You're gorgeous, and you're a love god. If anyone can
help the kid, you can. He's way to pretty to let this go on. The boy's
smart and has drive. If we can get him past this, I think he'll blossom.
It's also good practice for you, actually for both of you. You might have
to work together on the father and son to work this out."

I looked at Jon and gave a nod. I agreed, Jon and I could handle this,
and I knew we'd take care of the kid. Someone else might not.

"I'll do it," Jon said.

>> END CHAPTER SIX <<


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CHARACTERS / GLOSSARY:

* Bacchus - (As named by the Romans) Also sometimes known as Dionysus. He
is the Greek the god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, food and
consumption, fertility, theatre, and ecstasy and is the protector of
those who do not belong in conventional society. His wine, music, and
dance free his followers from inhibitions, self-conscious fears, and
worries to allow them to break from oppressive restraints. Legend has
that he is the son of Zeus.
* Brown, Debbie - Social Worker, sister of Megan Martinez, mother of
Oliver
* Brown, Oliver - Student, son of Debbie, cousin of Jon Martinez, nephew
of David
* Campbell, Ashley - Student, daughter of Jed and Joanna
* Campbell, Blaze - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, brother of Ashley, son
of Jed and Joanna
* Campbell, Jed - Servant of Bacchus, Sherriff, Married to Joanna, father
of Ashley
* Campbell, Joanna - Servant of Bacchus, COO of Olympus Holdings, Married
to Jed, mother of Ashley and Blaze
* Cavanaugh, Josh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh
* Cavanaugh, Troy - Servant of Bacchus, Mayor of Bacchus Springs, Married
to Bobbie, father of Josh
* Carson, Trevor - Delivery man, body builder. Moved to Bacchus Springs
to find a better home for his nephew.
* Carson, Tyrone - Student, nephew of Trevor.
* Dara, Chetana - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, daughter of Rakesh,
Sister of Sinha
* Dara, Rakesh - A servant of Bacchus, Manager of the Bacchus Springs
Resort and Spa, father of Sinha and Chetana
* Dara, Sinha, - 'Sin'- A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus, son of Rakesh,
Brother of Chetana
* Donaldson, Benjamin, 'Ben', 'Benny' - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus.
College student, brother to Jake, parents are Brad and Catherine
* Donaldson, Brad - Owns the health club Mufflers, married to Catherine,
father of Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Catherine, 'Cathy' - A nurse, married to Brad, mother to
Jake and Benjamin
* Donaldson, Jake - A servant of Bacchus, college student, brother to
Benjamin, parents are Brad and Catherine
* Grendle, Archibald, tailor. Older gentlemen with a socially
unacceptable taste in sexual partners.
* Harris, Ford - Servant of Bacchus, Owner and operator of Bacchus
Construction
* Jensen, Dean - Servant of Bacchus, Investments Broker/Banker, best
friend of David Martinez, married to Kelly, father of Ethan and Emma
* Jensen, Emma - Student, son of Dean and Kelly, older sister of Ethan
* Jensen, Ethan - Student, son of Dean and Kelly, younger brother of Emma
* Jensen, Kelly - Teacher, Wife of Dean and mother of Ethan and Emma
* Martinez, Antonio 'Tony', Federal Employee, divorced, brother of David
and Bernardo
* Martinez, Bernardo 'Bernie', Architect, husband of Casey, father of
Liam and Noah, brother of David and Antonio
* Martinez, Casey - wife of Bernardo, mother of Liam and Noah
* Martinez, David - Servant of Bacchus, Lawyer, father of Jon
* Martinez, Jon - College student, son of David
* Martinez, Liam - Student, son of Casey and Bernardo, cousin of Jon,
older brother of Noah
* Martinez, Megan - Deceased wife of David Martinez and mother of Jon,
sister of Debbie Brown
* Martinez, Noah - Student, son of Casey and Bernardo, cousin of Jon,
younger brother of Liam
* Matthew - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus
* Russo, Bella - Baker and mother of Ronnie
* Russo, Ronnie - Servant of Bacchus, Baker and owner of Sinful Delights,
son of Bella
* St. Anthony's - a hospital and insane asylum outside of Bacchus Springs
* Ward, Daniel - student, son of James Ward. Ward's Furniture Store.
* Ward, James - Manager of Ward's Furniture Store, son of Bartholomew,
owner of Ward's Furniture. Brother of Oscar, Phillip, and Ronald Ward.

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