Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2017 21:59:29 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 2: Moving Day

This is a work of fiction, and contains scenes of explicit gay sex. Any
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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 2: Moving Day
by Tripp Savidge

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



*   Scene 1   *
Jake Donaldson

I couldn't believe it had been over a year since our 'initiation' and how
my life had changed in that time, or how much my brother Ben had
changed... There was still so much I didn't understand. But here I was,
freshly graduated, moving me and my brother back home to Bacchus Springs
for the summer. I made a point to pull up and park at the delivery
entrance. I didn't think Bacchus would appreciate our beat up old truck
marring the beauty of his estate.

"Sorry it took so long to unload everything. I was really hoping we'd
have some time for some fun before I came back," Ben said running his
hand down my thigh.

"Yeah me to bro. I miss you. You are still coming by tomorrow night,
right?"

"Dude, it's only been a week. Or maybe you forgot what we did when I
crawled into your bed last week while all your frat brothers were
sleeping. You seemed to be very... into it at the time." Ben began as his
hand slid over my bulge while his lips moved up my neck.

"God, how could I forget? Come on Ben, you're gonna get me all worked up
and Dad's still at work. Remember I'm still on restrictions. I don't get
to fuck everyone I want."

Ben's lips hovered over mine before he closed the distance. I felt his
tongue push inside and I moaned like a whore. I wanted him so badly. "You
jealous? I thought Dad and I were taking good care of you... and besides.
I don't get to fuck everyone. They just get to fuck me."

"I wish we could be together more." I kissed him back with everything I
had, my tongue tasting him and playing our erotic dance until he sat
back. I tried to follow his lips, but he put his hand to my chest and
held me back.

"Come on Jake, help me grab my bags. I promise I'll come by and help you
clear out the stuff in the garage and get everything put away. If we work
on it together it won't take long and then it'll be ready for when we
move back in the fall. And if we're quick, we'll have time to do other
things. You haven't changed your mind about grad school have you?"

"Nah. You kidding? Dad would kill me and worse, Bacchus would be
disappointed. And I might just see how much I can pack away on my own.
You know... give us more time for other things." I gave him a swat on the
ass as I pulled the last duffle out of the truck and turned to see
Bacchus coming down the steps. Shit, I was sweaty and a mess from moving
all our stuff. Not in any condition for him to see me.

"Ben! So good to have you home. I've been counting the hours until I
could get you naked and back in my bed." Bacchus pulled Ben into a hug
and kissed him like a long lost lover.

I stood back watching. Damn was he ever handsome, the tight t-shirt
looked like it would burst if he flexed his muscles. And those jeans...
He had his long chestnut hair pulled back and he'd shaved since I saw him
last. I wondered for a moment which I liked better, beard or clean
shaven? He had a strong, cleft chin that made him look extremely
masculine and without the beard his full lips were even more apparent.
Okay I don't care as long as he kisses me with those lips...

"Jake! How's my sexy jock-boy?" Bacchus released my brother and grabbed
me, pulling me into his arms as his mouth found mine. Oh god yes! Those
lips felt even better than they looked. I melted into his powerful arms
as his mouth claimed me and his hands dug into my ass pulling me tight
against him. I couldn't help but grind myself into him, feeling that
massive cock against my own. I flashed back to being spit-roasted between
Ben and Bacchus and let out a moan.

"Fuck but you just get hotter and hotter. My little jock stud has so much
muscle. I'm sensing a little frustration Jake... Benny not taking care of
you?"

"No. Ben's good and so is Dad."

Bacchus let out a roar of laughter and squeezed my crotch playfully.
"Poor jock-boy. Restrictions getting to you? I promise it's for your own
good. Maybe you can make your Daddy real happy tonight?"

"Oh, I plan to. And every night this summer, maybe a few days too," I
answered seeing the sparkle of humor in Bacchus's sexy dark eyes.

"Good. Not too much longer, Jake. I'm going to need your help with some
new folks moving into town. Any more close calls? You haven't slipped
have you?" Bacchus looked me intently in the eyes as he put his hands to
either side of my face and inhaled deeply. "Nope, you've been good."

"I swear I have, Bacchus. It was only that one guy and I avoided him just
like you said."

Bacchus smiled. "Good behavior should be rewarded. Maybe we could have
you stay over again, join me and Ben for the night. What do you think?"

I had to count to ten so I didn't scream and jump up and down like a
little kid. "Yes, I'd like that, sir." There... that came out okay.

Bacchus leaned down and kissed me again. "Congratulations again on your
graduation. You looked so good up on that stage. I'm proud of you, Jake -
and a special thanks for bringing Ben home. Give my best to your Dad and
Mom."

I got back in Dad's truck and headed home - or well the new home. The
drive gave me time to think and get lost in my head. My folks had moved
to Bacchus Springs almost a year ago, just after our Spring Break. I was
still adjusting, things were different in Bacchus Springs. Hell, I was
different and that got me to remembering.

Spring Break, my junior year and Ben's freshman year of college had
changed our lives. It no longer freaked me out the way it did at first.
Still can't say I understand it all, but... well... guess I've just
accepted it. Before then, I would have sworn a blood oath that I was
straight as an arrow. Never had thoughts about dudes, not even what some
folks called 'normal' curiosity. I was a man whore. I'd slept with pretty
much every girl I'd dated and some girls I didn't.

That changed after what locals call my 'initiation'. Yeah, me - straight,
pussy chasing jock-boy took it up the ass - and not just once either.
That 'initiation' pretty much saw to it that I got very well fucked. And
I'll be damned if I didn't fuck a number of those hot guys right back.
Who knew ass was as good, if not better than pussy! Right? The hardest
part was how much I wanted it, and only second to how much I loved it. I
still don't understand what changed. After my big change of heart - or
interest, I guess you might say - things got tougher. Bacchus made it
real clear that until he said otherwise, my partner options were down to
him, Dad, and Ben. He also informed me that I was now 'betrothed' to
Kennedy. Who knew arranged marriages were still a real thing? At least
she was hot.

When I returned to school I broke up with my former girlfriend first
thing. Most of my frat brothers thought I'd had some sort of accident or
trauma and were shocked to find out about Kennedy. They of course noticed
I wasn't bringing girls back to the house and I got a lot of grief for
going cold turkey. They teased that Kennedy must have drugged me or
something. If they only knew. While we were officially a 'couple', we
weren't allowed to go all the way. Bacchus said she had to remain a
virgin. I really wondered if it could get worse. A bad question to ask,
because it did.

Figured if I couldn't get enough sex to satisfy the need, I could at
least get the bod ready for when I could. There was a downside. I started
noticing all the guys and between sports and all my time in the locker
room, showers, and gym - I noticed them in great detail. That of course
just made me hornier. I didn't know why I was all of a sudden turned on
by men, but there was no denying their effect on me. What was worse was
it seemed like more and more guys, and girls, were noticing me. And being
none too subtle about it either.

My salvation was my little brother Ben. See he'd had sort of a similar
experience. Though he's admitted since that he was already sort of into
guys. I figure it doesn't matter. We're both dealing. But Bacchus did
something different with Ben. I don't understand it all, and neither does
Ben, but he's sort of Bacchus's personal fuck-boy. He spends most nights
when he's home in the big guy's bed. Sometimes Sin, an absolutely
gorgeous piece of man-flesh, joins them and sometimes it's just Ben. But
how it helps me is he got some sort of special magic with his preferred
status. Yeah... magic. I still struggle with that one, but since I've
seen his horns and his cute furry ears I stopped arguing with myself.

The best part of him being one of Bacchus's special ones is that it lets
Ben come visit me wherever I am. There just has to be a door. So ever
since that first night, Ben comes to me when I'm getting really desperate
and we fuck. The sex is absolutely amazing and then next morning, he
opens my door and steps back to wherever he came from.

I've started going home more often after the folks moved. It wasn't as
far as the old place, and I had a car. So every couple of weeks, I'd
spend the weekend at home - usually in Dad's bed. That was a whole new
level of weird, but the sex... damn. And Ben would be over tomorrow
night. And to think I just dropped off my sexy ass brother at his
lover's...

My thoughts came back to the present as I turned up the alley to pull in
the drive. There was a huge Buick gun boat in the driveway. Damn, forgot
Mom was off work today. That car is older than me, maybe older than Dad.
I looked at how much space was left... if I'm careful, just enough room
to squeeze the old truck by. Yes.

I opened the garden gate and was making my way to the back door when it
opened.

"Mr. Donaldson, good to see you young man. Congratulations on your
graduation. You home for the summer?" The older man said as he
straightened his tie and came down the steps, still pulling himself
together.

"Yes, thank you Mr. Perkins. I'll be working at Mufflers with Dad until I
go back in the fall."

"Such a smart boy. Have a pleasant day." Mr. Perkins closed the gate and
I heard the Buick rumble to life.

Some things were harder to accept and adjust to than others. I reminded
myself that this was just different and I could handle it. I was really
trying not to be a hypocrite.

I stepped into the kitchen - Mom was at the sink doing up dishes. Dressed
in one of her floral tight-waisted dresses with the sweeping skirt. She
called it a shirt-waist, whatever that is. Since we'd moved she'd started
wearing dresses most of the time. Even her nurse's uniforms had changed
from smocks and pants to bright white dresses.

"Oh Jake, it's so good to have you home! I hope you're okay with
spaghetti tonight. It's all in the crock pot for when your Dad gets
home."

"You going out?"

"It's canasta night with the girls."

"Here?" Oh god, please not at our place.

"No Dear, at Ms. Bella's."

Thank god. I still had nightmares about the time I walked in on canasta
night when I came home unexpected. I wanted to pull my eyes out and wash
them - maybe just dig them out if it could remove that image from my
brain. I was pretty on board with the changes to Dad, but Mom. God, no.
I'd come home to find our living room full of 'older' ladies, naked and
getting each other off with tongues, fingers, and the largest collection
of dildos I'd ever seen. Mrs. Campbell had her face buried in Mom's
snatch with Mom's legs high up in the air. And oh my god, the sounds. I
ran from the house and drove right back to school.

"Oh, and Dear, I moved all my stuff to the other bedroom. So you can put
yours back in the drawers with your Dad's. He'll be so thrilled to have
you home. And thank goodness you are, my pussy needs a rest. Your ass can
deal with your father's raging hormones. I need a break!"

"MOM! T. M. I!" I shouted putting my fingers in my ears. I turned to see
if she got the message and felt my stomach do a flip. There was a huge,
shiny white glob of cum sliding down her leg. Okay, so it's not that I
didn't know what Mr. Perkins was doing at the house - but to see his load
running down her leg.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry are you horny? Do you need a little..." She started
lifting her skirt.

"NO! FUCK NO, MOM!" I thought I might hyperventilate. Not like it's the
first time she's offered but I knew damned well she stopped wearing
panties and that was just something I didn't need to see.

"Jake Ryan Donaldson! You watch your language. We don't use such potty
talk in this house."

I took deep steadying breaths while I watched in sick horror. She grabbed
a dish towel and casually wiped up the stream of semen running down her
leg, then folded it neatly and hung it back up. All as if it was
perfectly normal.

"Sorry. But no, Mom, I'm fine. I'll take my stuff up and start getting
things put away." Who'd have thought my former Baptist, bible-thumping
mother would have changed like this. I sort of figured if she ever
stepped back into her old church the gates of hell would open right up.

"That's good dear. Oh, before I forget. I bought this new lubricant Ms.
Cash recommended. She said her husband and boys just love the stuff, it's
supposedly especially good for bottoms if you know what I mean. I put it
under the sink in the master bath."

"Thanks Mom," I yelled as I made my exit. I thought my head might explode
if we went into any more detail on my or the family's sex life. I had to
get out of there.

I opened the master bedroom door and threw my bag on the floor before
collapsing on the king sized bed and closing my eyes. I rolled over and
took a deep breath - it smelled like Dad. I fucking loved how he smelled
and I could feel my cock coming to life. Since the move, this was more my
bed than Mom's. Unless Dad had a date with one of his buddies, I'd share
the bed with him and even when he did have a friend over, I was only
displaced for a few hours.

I didn't mind, I rather liked clean up duty and sucking a load out of
Dad's ass had become a favorite pastime. Usually it also led to me
fucking said ass and getting a real good fuck in return. Yeah, it was
good to be home.

I supposed part of me thought I should feel guilty about being lovers
with my own Dad, but I couldn't really get too worked up. The sex was
great, and on the occasions when Ben would sleep over and it was all
three of us - fucking fabulous! I'd also gotten over the bit of a freak
out when I learned Mom knew all about the sex with Dad. It was when she
encouraged us to fuck, or tried to be helpful, or suggest opportunities
that I still got weirded out. Part of me thought your Mom should not sit
at the breakfast table drinking her coffee and tell your Dad, 'Oh heavens
Brad, if you're that horny, just pull his shorts down and screw him.'
Yeah, she said that. Of course, he did take her suggestion and I liked
that. I tried to focus on the positives.

Oh well, time to get stuff put away and make sure I'm clean, prepped, and
ready for when Dad gets home. I'm sure he's as horny as I am.


*   Scene 2   *
Jon Martinez

I watched the countryside roll by, somewhat lost in thought. I loved the
new car and was still a bit in shock that Dad had let me drive his new
Audi S5. Not just a bit but for the first half of our trip from New York.
It was so cool.

"You still like the car now that you've driven it?" Dad asked.

"Yeah. Love it. But why'd you decide against the Porsche?"

"Practicality. This is the first car like this I've ever owned. This one
carries a whole lot more, including four passengers and it's all wheel
drive. We'll need that in Bacchus Springs."

"It's pretty hot. You won't miss the old Camry?"

Dad laughed. "No, Jon, your mother got every bit of blood out of that
thing she could."

That was nice. He actually talked about Mom without tears or getting all
upset. This was progress. I was still a little nervous about the move,
but Dad seemed so happy. I turned to look at him again.

I still wasn't exactly sure what had happened since he'd gotten back from
his interview in Bacchus Springs, but Dad didn't look like 'Dad' anymore.
Maybe this move really was good for him, like Uncle Dean said. He didn't
just look good, he looked fucking amazing. He could be the model for a
car ad, his dark hair blowing in the wind, his designer sunglasses and
stylish clothes. Being Mediterranean didn't hurt - of course all my
friends thought we were Latino. I had given up explaining my background
was Spanish and Italian and that I had no ancestors from Latin America.

The real 'ah ha' moment came when Dad was helping me move out of the
dorm. My friends all thought he was my older brother and some refused to
believe me, even when Dad himself said he was my father. I guess I'd
never looked at him as a 'man' he was just 'Dad'. I was especially
embarrassed by Taylor, he's openly gay and embraces it whole heartedly.
He practically threw himself at Dad and was in real danger of outing me
the way he was carrying on. He's one of the few who knows about my
'struggles' and he kept drooling over Dad like he was one of those
billboard underwear models.

I knew I needed to tell Dad, I just hadn't figured out how and I sure as
hell hadn't mustered up the courage. There had been so much going on
since Mom died and I really didn't want to add any stress. I knew how
much Dad wanted grandkids and I hated to disappoint him.

I had sort of suspected that I had gay leanings since early high school
but sort of still liked girls too so thought maybe I might be bi. Then
right before classes ended I had an epiphany. Well, it was more of an
accident.

I was meeting with my advisor to get my schedule fixed for next fall and
when I left his office, I was so caught up in what I needed to do, that I
ran into the next guy waiting. 'Ran into' may not be quite right - I hit
him with enough force we both ended up on the floor with me lying on top
of him. Worse was when I looked at the guy. I couldn't move. He was so
fucking gorgeous I just froze. And of course he had to be an upper
classman and a frat boy. Obvious by the signature baseball cap, frat
sweatshirt, and sweatpants. I was mortified. Then he had to go and speak.
As soon as I heard his deep sexy voice I threw a boner and since it was,
at that time, pressed into his crotch - he knew it. He smiled up at me
and said "I'm really not that kind of guy. I'm flattered and all but I
prefer to be courted before you try to get to third base."

I thought I'd die right there on the spot. He laughed and we both stood
up and then he just playfully punched me in the shoulder. "Don't sweat it
kid. Just watch where you're going, you might hurt someone, or worse pin
someone who won't enjoy it as much as I did."

I thought maybe after the encounter I'd at least run into him again on
campus, but no such luck. I did see him from a distance a few times, but
that was it. He was the reason I knew I liked guys - no doubts in my mind
anymore because that frat boy had been in my dreams and fantasies ever
since. I couldn't count the number of times I'd coated my chest and abs
with my spunk, thinking of what it would be like to have his hot body in
my arms.

I snapped out of it as we were pulling into the hotel. Dad jumped out to
get us checked in and I again marveled at how attractive he was. Of
course, working out six to seven days a week would improve anybody's body
- but on Dad. Fuck, I wanted to look that good. I smiled thinking how
Taylor went on about worshiping Dad's ass. I couldn't argue with him that
it was a pretty amazing ass and it was funny how flustered Taylor got
just telling me what he wanted to do.

We parked and went into the room. Clean and boring but it was only for
one night. It was set up with the toilet and shower in a separate room
and the sink in an alcove off the main room.

"You go ahead Dad."

"Thanks Jon, I feel really grimy and sweaty. Can't imagine what it would
have been like if we didn't have the movers."

"When are we supposed to meet them?"

"They should be at the house around lunchtime. Hey, can you throw me the
shave kit?"

I tossed it to Dad and pulled out my phone as I sprawled on the bed. I
just pulled up a game when it started to buzz and I saw Liam's face pop
up.

"Hey cuz." I answered.

"Hey shit-for-brains. You didn't call."

"We just got to the hotel. Movers are all done and on their way."

"You ready for this?"

"I guess. I hope it's not boring as fuck. Not sure about moving to a
small town in the middle of nowhere, but it seems to be making Dad
happy."

"Maybe you'll get lucky and you'll find some hot guys... maybe finally
bust that cherry of yours."

"Shit Liam! Watch what you say! Someone might hear you." I rolled over
and moved farther into the corner of the room.

"Haven't told him yet?"

"No. I just haven't found the right time."

I watched Liam give me his 'yeah right' look. We'd grown up together I
knew that look. He wasn't buying it.

"You ever hook up with the frat boy you tried to molest? I know you were
'looking' for him," he teased giving me a sexy grin.

"I didn't molest him. I fell on him, big difference. But...Nah... I saw
him across campus a few times but that's it."

"Hey Jon! Ya miss me yet?" I heard Liam's younger brother, my cousin
Noah, in the background. All of a sudden he was looking over Liam's
shoulder his face up close enough to the camera that he'd gone fish-eyed.

"Hey Noah."

"Find any hot ass yet?"

"Guys, please..." I pleaded. Even if Dad didn't hear, Uncle Bernie or
Aunt Casey might. And while they are very understanding this might still
be a bit much.

"I got what you need Jon. You don't need to go for one of those small
town rednecks." I gasped as Noah pulled his pants down and mooned me,
shaking his smooth golden bubble butt. Okay, it was a really nice butt
and it was close enough to the phone I could see his tight little pucker
and the slightest bit of peach fuzz. I was a bit appalled that I got hard
almost immediately. It was my cousin for god's sake! But seeing his
virgin boy hole made me start wondering how tight and hot it would feel.
I groaned, the little shit should not be doing this to me.

"Can't you control him?" I seethed at Liam.

"Are you kidding? I've been trying to get him put up for adoption for
years. Besides you don't have to live with him. I do. He's a little
pervert," Liam said looking over his shoulder as Noah bounced out of the
room giggling.

"Please, just get him to tone it down a bit. What if your parents heard
him?"

"They've already given up on him. They ignore most of what he says."

"Still. Hey wait... you don't think he's gay do you?"

"I have no fuckin' idea. He might just be doing it to freak you out since
he knows you're still not comfortable being gay. That's more likely. He's
a bit young to be thinking about dating and shit, so nah, I have no clue,
nor do I really care."

"Everything going okay with Callie?"

"I guess. She's a cock tease, Jon. She acts all hot and interested, let's
me start touching then decides we shouldn't. It's killing me! I got major
blue balls."

"Sorry. Everything else going okay?"

"Yeah but we've got several family trips planned which means I'll be
trapped with psycho boy."

"What? He does stuff to you too?"

"All the fucking time. He loves teasing me about how Callie isn't putting
out and he keeps saying stuff in front of Mom which earns me the look of
death and disappointment."

"Yeah, I've seen that look. Sorry..."

"Hey, Mom's calling us for dinner. She made homemade pizza."

"I'm so jealous."

"Give me a call when you get settled. I wanna see this amazing mansion
your Dad bought."

"Will do. Enjoy the pizza."

I ended the call just as Dad stepped out of the bath. From where I sat,
his body was perfectly reflected in the mirrored closet doors. I tried
not to drool, really. He was just wrapped in a thin hotel towel that hid
nothing. His body glistened, still wet from the shower. His dark locks
were long enough to hang down into his eyes. Holy fuck. I knew he was
muscled, I knew he worked out but, OH. MY. GOD. Every muscle showed, and
friggin' rippled as he moved. And his ass, damn it was a good thing
Taylor hadn't had this view. His horny little face would have been buried
in Dad's crack in a heartbeat. Towel or not.

I tried to adjust my raging boner and get over the fact that I was
seriously lusting after my own dad. Fuck, this was cruel. My imagination
went haywire, I thought of licking every one of those golden muscles,
pulling that towel away and worshiping his ass. Then he turned to grab
something and I almost choked.

"You okay buddy?" Dad called out, fortunately without looking.

"Yeah, fine, just swallowed wrong," I sputtered trying to get my eyes
back in my head. His towel had fallen to the floor and I saw his cock and
balls and his muscles, and oh shit... I just wanted to curl in a ball and
die as I saw the spreading wet patch of pre-cum in my crotch.

"Shower's all yours buddy. I'm done. Damn that felt good."

I turned so he wouldn't see my raging boner and ruffled in my bag to get
my shorts. I tried thinking of a way to get past him without him seeing.
I watched out of the corner of my eye and when he bent over to brush his
teeth, I made my dash.

I pushed the bathroom door closed and leaned against it for a minute. The
image of Dad's muscled, round ass, the dusting of dark hair down his
crack as he was bent over the sink was branded in the back of my skull. I
turned on the water and climbed in. I leaned back letting the water run
over me as I began to stroke my cock. I was so hard it almost hurt. What
is wrong with me? I shouldn't think this shit about Dad. But then the
image of his reflection, his full, thick cock hanging on that gorgeous
body. Didn't matter that I pretty much had an identical cock of my own. I
wanted his!

My orgasm hit so hard and strong I couldn't help but moan. My cum shot
across the shower and ran down the curtain, one heavy stream after
another. By the time the fifth shot hit, my legs were shaking and I was
panting. As my brain slowly came back, I turned the water down to cool
and tried to get my head back in the game.

I finished and dried as best I could before pulling my shorts on.
Fortunately Dad wasn't at the sink.

"Hey Jon, I poured you a glass of wine. We need another toast to
celebrate the move."

"We toasted at the house... several times before we left," I said still
surprised that Dad had freely offered up wine. He and Mom had always been
so strict about me having alcohol before.

"Still some left and I'd hate to have it go to waste. I don't know why I
picked the magnum. There were several regular bottles in the other case."

"Where'd you get it? I thought it was good. Different, but good."

"Bacchus gave it to me when I had the interview. Sort of like a welcome
aboard gift. He even suggested I keep this one back and do a toast before
we left the old house. So we can thank him..."

I stifled a squeak when I turned to accept the plastic cup from Dad. He
was naked. I tried real hard to just look him in the eyes.

"Sorry for the cheap hotel cups. I never thought to bring glasses."

"It's okay Dad, doesn't change the taste that much." Why is he not
wearing anything? Is he trying to kill me? I sat down on the bed and used
the pillow to hide my erection. Unfortunately seeing Dad nude, meant my
jack off session was in vain. I was totally hard again. I sipped at the
wine, enjoying the full fruity flavor and how it tingled and warmed me
all over as it slid down my throat. I'd had wine many times before, but
this was my favorite. As far as Dad knew, I had only ever tasted the
stuff, I wasn't about to inform him otherwise.

He refilled my cup a couple more times before tipping up the bottle and
drinking the last few drops.

"Ah... good stuff. Guess I should have waited to brush my teeth. Oh well,
it was worth it. You like it Jon?"

I was staring as I sipped the last bit. He was doing nothing to hide his
thick cock and balls or cover himself in any way and my eyes just took it
all in, cataloging and analyzing every square inch so I could save it for
later. "Yeah..." Wait, is he asking about his cock or the wine? I
wondered, feeling a bit woozy and really warm. I wasn't sure why I felt
this way, I hadn't had that much wine.

Dad brushed his teeth again and turned out the lights. He leaned over and
kissed the top of my head. "Night tiger. Thanks again for everything. I
couldn't have done this without you."

"Love you Dad." His touch on my shoulder was like fire. For a brief
second it crossed my mind that if I just tipped my head, those lips would
be on my face. Crap, what was wrong with me? I rolled over and tried to
go to sleep with a raging hard on. It wasn't working... I turned and in
the light filtering in through the cracks around the curtain, I could see
him - the sheet barely covering his legs, leaving his round muscled ass
and magnificent back exposed. I let my mind wander, imagining what it
would be like if I crawled out of my bed and in with him... kissing down
his body and showing him how much I loved him.


*   Scene 3   *
Jon Martinez

Almost there, I thought to myself as we passed the sign for Bacchus
Springs. I'd survived the night and at some point must have fallen
asleep. The dreams I had were straight out of a porn flick. I felt sort
of guilty - what does it mean when you dream about tying your dad up and
having sex with him? I'm sure it was a bad sign. I was really glad I'd be
in my own bed, in my own room tonight. Not sure I could handle another
night with my Dad naked in the same room.

"Take a look around, Jon, this is our new home."

We had the windows down and the large sunroof open. It was a beautiful
day, bright and sunny and the perfect temperature. I thought the place
was a bit old-fashioned but maybe cool in a retro way. The town and
buildings certainly seemed well cared for. A number of people were out
and about and as we drove through, what I assumed was the main street of
town, I saw a couple shops that looked interesting - especially the
bakery. We were just pulling up to the light and I looked around and saw
a guy and some girls, who looked about my age, in front of the theater.
As we got closer, my heart started pounding. It couldn't be... Holy
fuck... it's him! Right there on the sidewalk with two girls wearing
dresses and little white gloves? He was perfect. A muscled jock bulging
in all the right places, wearing a tight polo and jeans that could have
been a second skin. His hair was a little longer than I remembered, but
it was perfect, loose silky waves of light brown hair with golden
highlights. I knew if he turned that I'd see dazzling blue eyes.

One of the girls wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss.
Not a sweet chaste kiss either. I felt my heart drop as I saw him hug her
in return and grope her ass through her pristine dress. The other girl
was even prettier - she just looked on in boredom. If he was going to
have to be straight at least he should have picked her. She looked over
and saw me and I felt a bit exposed. She had dark hair and eyes and a
nice rich tan and seemed to look at me with an uncomfortable intensity.

We stopped at the light and that's when frat boy noticed me, following
the gaze of the girl next to him. I couldn't miss it. It was a look of
total shock on his face. He just stared, the blond still in his arms. I
immediately turned forward and hunched down in the seat. Could my life
get any worse? My first major crush ends up being straight. I thought
with the way he had teased me... Oh fuck... I completely misread him.
Maybe I'm destined for life of celibacy, a priest or a monk or something.
Fates just decided to play a cruel game of screw over pervert Jon,
lusting after men and boys who are totally out of reach.

"Hey buddy, you okay?" Dad asked as we pulled away from the light.

Fuck no. I wanted to scream in frustration but then I'd have to explain
and I really wasn't ready. The silent pause got to be uncomfortable.
"Just a lot to adjust to. I'm sure I will be fine. So where's this
mystery house you've been keeping all secret about."

"Almost there. We park at the back, but I wanted to drive you by the
front so you could see it first."

We'd only gone a block or two and the street was lined with huge
Victorian houses and massive trees. I wondered if they'd been turned into
hotels or bed and breakfasts - they were too big for a family.

"There it is." Dad said as he pulled up along the curb.

"Where?" There was only one house and it took up half the block. It was
the biggest of all the ones we'd passed. Definitely not that one. "I
don't see it - is it behind the hotel?"

"No, Jon. That is our house. The grand painted lady with the stone trim,
towers, and fancy minaret on the corner."

I looked over at Dad - he had to be kidding. Shit, he wasn't kidding. He
had a look of pride and excitement. I turned back, it was gorgeous and
fucking huge. Done in earth tones, it wasn't as gaudy as some of the
others, but it made up for it in detail. Huge front porch, three stories
with elaborate trim work, leaded and stained glass, the round domed tower
of windows. It looked like it even had a widow's walk.

"Wait 'til you see the inside. There's an alley that runs behind. We have
a separate garage that used to be the carriage house. Even has rooms
above it. The yard isn't huge but it's bigger than what we had in the
last place. I even have my own office with a side entrance."

I just turned and gawked as he went on. Pulling down the alley and
turning onto the cobble stone drive. Then he hit the remote and the doors
on the 'gate house' opened. Holy shit, we had a fucking gate house.


*   Scene 4   *
Jake Donaldson

No. Oh fuck. No. This couldn't be happening. I watched the Audi pull away
from the light and felt my stomach drop to my toes.

"Come on Jakey, kiss me," Kennedy pleaded rubbing up against me.

"Back off Kennedy. Give me a break." Damn she was clingy. I don't care if
she is my 'intended' it wasn't my choice.

"But Jake... that's no way to treat the future mother of your children,"
she whined.

"Please Kennedy. You're giving us all a bad reputation, don't be so
vapid," Ashley said with a sneer.

"But he's at least supposed to pretend!" Kennedy said rubbing up against
me and squeezing my hand.

"Oh Kennedy. It's a good thing you're pretty and have good tits because
the space between your ears is empty. It's time to go anyway. We're
supposed to help set up at the church and your mother will have a fit if
we're late."

"See you later Jake," Ashley said dragging a pouting Kennedy off behind
her.

"Later Ashley. And thanks." She gave me a smile. Ashley wasn't like most
of the others, she was super smart and didn't pretend about what really
went on in Bacchus Springs. She knew the score, accepted it, and made the
best of things. Why couldn't I have been matched with her? No I get space
girl. Yeah Kennedy probably qualifies as stunningly beautiful and
Ashley's right, she does have perfect round, perky boobs, but forget any
type of intelligent conversation.

I quickly got back to my car and headed to the gym. I needed to talk to
Dad.

I walked into Mufflers and found Jeff working at the counter. Saturday
morning was usually pretty busy and today was no different.

"Hey Jeff, you seen Dad?"

"He's over in the Cybex section, helping Ford."

It didn't take much to find my Dad. I paused and watched him help the
hunky Greek construction worker with the machines. Couldn't imagine why a
man with as much muscle as Ford needed to work out in the gym. He was a
big guy, maybe about 6' 3" with short, medium-brown hair and a neatly
trimmed goatee. One of those 'manly' types. I wondered what he'd be like
in bed or if Dad had fucked him, or for that matter been fucked by him.
Either was as likely. He wasn't one of the guys from my initiation so I
had to just guess at his endowment. From the bulge in the workout shorts
it looked promising. Oh well, I wouldn't be on restrictions forever.

Dad must have noticed me, because he looked up and gave me a questioning
raise of his eyebrow to which I nodded.

"Hey Jake, what's up?" Dad asked as he came up to me.
It was all I could do not to wrap my arms around him. Damn he was sexy.
His tight spandex tank left nothing to the imagination and the matching
shorts showed off his muscled ass, and packed crotch. Dad had bulked up a
bit since the move, now firmly in the body builder camp of fine, male
masculinity. Not so big that he had popping veins or lost his flexibility
- but big enough he was impressive.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure, let's go to the back. One of the massage rooms should be open."

We stepped into the small room and I jumped up and sat on the table while
Dad closed the door.

"He's here."

"Who's here? What are you talking about?" Dad leaned up against the wall
and crossed his arms.

"The guy. The one I told you about."

"The guy. You mean the... how did you put it... ah, 'the fucking Latin
porn god who made me cream my sweats' guy?"

"Yeah, Dad. Him."

"You haven't been nipping at the wine have you?"

"God, no Dad. I saw him. It was at the intersection at Main and Malbec.
He was in this car with another guy - looked just like him but a bit
older. Maybe his brother. He looked at me and I know he recognized me.
But fuck dad, I'm so screwed!"

"Jake, you totally lost me. Even if you saw this kid from school, the
odds are they were just passing through town. You'll probably never see
him again. Just relax buddy."

"Oh god, no Dad! I've got to see him again. I tried to forget him, but I
can't. And fuck Dad, Kennedy was all over me, he'll think I'm not
interested! Oh god, what if he thinks I'm straight? Why did she have to
be there? Fuck."

"Calm down Jake, I thought Bacchus told you to stay clear of him?"

"He did. But he doesn't understand. If I explain how much I want him..."

"Jake. You're taking this a bit far. You ran into the guy once and now
you see him drive by. This is not a sign that he's your destined mate."
Dad stepped into me and wrapped me in his arms. It had the effect that it
always does now. I was immediately turned on but also a lot calmer.

"I'm sorry. He just does something to me. I want him so bad..." I looked
up to see the concern on his face, but then my eyes moved to his lips and
how his tongue snuck out and ran along the bottom one, making it shiny. I
pulled his head in and kissed him. He opened his mouth for me and we
began our tongue play. Dad was an awesome kisser and after a few minutes
I had my hands under his tank and had it most of the way off.

"You wouldn't be seducing me would you young man?" Dad whispered, his
breath causing my cock to twitch as jolts ran down my spine.

"Most definitely." I kissed him harder, driving my tongue deeper into his
mouth as I squeezed his muscled ass cheeks.

"What do you want Jake? You wanna fuck me?" Dad had pulled away, his
hands still on my shoulders, but I could see the lust in his eyes.

"No Dad, I want you inside me. I need it bad."

"It'll have to be a quick one. Bacchus has us all on high alert. Some
new, big-shot New York City lawyer, gonna be one of Bacchus's inner
circle, is moving into town this weekend."

I couldn't help but let out a sigh of disappointment. "What does that
have to do with you?"

"A number of us have been informed we are to ease the new guy's
transition. He hasn't been initiated yet but he's already been marked. If
we have the chance, we're supposed to make ourselves 'available'. Crank
up his lust as much as possible."

"Why?" This was pissing me off a bit. Bad enough Bacchus limits me to Dad
and Ben - well Mom too but we won't even go there - but then to take away
the time I could have with Dad.

"You haven't been around to see it, but that's the way it works. Our
experience was not typical. Usually it takes weeks and once the new folks
are in town, Bacchus's people start the seduction. One of his people
comes and tells you who and what you're supposed to do. If you help in
the build-up, usually you get to help at the initiation too."

"So you get to fuck this guy at his initiation?"

"Probably."

"He some old fart?" I couldn't imagine a hot shot lawyer from New York
being anything else.

"I haven't seen him but Matthew says he's 'fucking gorgeous'. He said I'd
be able to recognize him by Bacchus's mark."

"Okay, a quickie then. But tonight we make up for it," I said firmly. I
unfastened my jeans and slid them off while I bent over the massage table
and spread my legs. I wasn't wearing underwear anymore, they just got in
the way - now it was usually nothing, open back briefs, or a jock strap.
I saw Dad open the drawer of the stand in the corner and pull out a
bottle of lube. He slid his shorts down enough to pull out his thick
daddy cock and get it ready.

"Oh we'll have a good night. Did you forget your brother's coming over
later?" I felt his hand part my ass cheeks. "You have such a beautiful
ass Jake," Dad cooed as his slick fingers slid up and down my crack
teasing my hole. He was an amazing lover and knew exactly what I liked.

He had his slick fingers inside me, opening me up and then I felt him.
"Oh fuck..." I groaned as he slid inside. His thick hard cock felt so
good. I wasn't sure I'd ever understand how or why, but since that night
I needed this. My hole got hungry for cock and it felt so bloody good,
the thick shaft filling me and rubbing all the right places. Dad's
muscled, warm body pressed against me as he pushed all the way in.

I wondered why I was different... after my... 'tastes' changed. I tried
to read anything I could to understand what was happening. My readings
just confused me. I didn't have any pain or burning sensations and it
didn't take much for Dad or Ben to get me open enough to accept their
cocks. It was all overwhelming, mind-blowing pleasure. I hated to even
think it but maybe I was just made for taking cock.

I leaned into the soft flannel of the massage table and enjoyed the
sensation. I could feel my orgasm building deep in my core as Dad fucked
me. His cock was perfect, like it was made for my hole. He was grunting
as he fucked harder and harder and then I cried out as my orgasm hit and
I started squirting my load under the table and onto the floor. My ass
clenched and squeezed Dad's cock and he stilled as I felt him swell and
he began unleashing his ball juice deep into my gut.

I lay still for a minute basking in the afterglow. It may have been a
quickie but it was good.


*   Scene 5   *
Jon Martinez

I looked around, trying to take it all in. The 'gatehouse' was huge. A
four stall garage with another floor above. There was a covered arbor
that led from the garage to the back porch along a garden and fancy
patio.

"As you can probably tell, a lot of this is new. The place had been let
go for a while and the yard was a mess. It didn't have any kind of deck
or patio so we added one," Dad said.

And a fire pit and built in grill, I added mentally. It was beyond nice.

"About time you got here!" a voice shouted.

I turned and saw Uncle Dean coming down the steps off the back porch. In
about two seconds, he had Dad wrapped in a bear hug, before turning to
me.

"Damn buddy, you just get better lookin' every time I see you." He
exaggerated looking over my shoulder. "How'd you lose 'em?"

"Lose what?"

"All the girls chasing after your fine ass." He pulled me into a man hug,
squeezed my ass, and then playfully tousled my hair. "Ready for the big
reveal?"

"I am. Hopefully Dad's already seen it."

"Someone is sounding skeptical," Dean teased. "Come on. Movers will
probably be here soon and you can help direct them on where you want
stuff, once you know the layout."

I sort of walked through in a daze as Dean and Dad talked and pointed
things out. The inside must have been completely renovated. The fancy
woodwork, trim, and stained glass that had likely been original to the
house was still there - but refinished like new. Other places I could
tell walls had been removed and the spaces opened up. The kitchen was
huge and looked like they'd pulled it out of a gourmet chef's magazine. I
liked it - sort of a French Country kitchen that fit with the style of
the house.

I was thrilled that the main family room - must have been a combination
of a couple rooms of the original plan - was modern and comfortable.
Leather seating and a massive flat screen and built in sound system.

"Sorry but not all the furniture has been delivered yet. We're still
waiting on some pieces. Good part is that you've got most of the basics,"
Dean explained as we headed up the front steps. Two staircases! So cool,
the first one was right inside the back door. Dad called it the servants'
stairs.

"It will also look a lot friendlier once we have our stuff in place. It's
a bit stiff and magazine-like at the moment," Dad added.

"Dad, how many people are going to be living with us?" I had to ask - the
place was way bigger than the old house.

"Just us for now," Dad laughed. "But if you get bored you can start
switching bedrooms."

"Holy shit!" The master bedroom was amazing. The bed was massive and in
the corner of the room was an octagon extension with windows on all sides
and a seating area."

"That's part of the domed tower. The one that looks like a swirled ice
cream cone on the outside." Dad said noticing where I was looking. "The
lower level is the sitting room in my office. We haven't gone in there
yet. You should check out the bath."

"You steal this from a gym?" I yelled looking at the massive walk-in
shower.

"Across the hall is your room. It's set up like another master suite."

I ran across the hall and threw open the door. Fucking shit... it's huge.
I had a tower too - mine was square but it had room for a big comfy chair
and ottoman. I turned and looked around. What? There's no bed. "DAD!"

"What dude?" Dad said stepping into the room with Uncle Dean.

"Yeah, sorry Jon. Your bed is one of the items delayed. They promised it
will be here in a few days. All your other bedroom stuff is here," Dean
explained.

"Can I just sleep in the guest room?" I could suffer for a few nights -
no problem. Then I saw Dad's expression and got worried. "What?"

"I didn't pick the stuff for the other bedrooms yet. I was going to let
you help me."

"Wait, so no other beds? Just this one?"

"Not yet, no. And yes just that one."

"Ah, come on guys look at this place. It's amazing and Jon, you can sleep
in your dad's bed until yours is delivered. It's big enough that half the
town could sleep there and not bump shoulders."

I felt a little queasy. Yes it was that big. Yes I'd shared a bed with
Dad on trips before. But... that was before. Before he got all hot and
sexy. Before he started sleeping in the nude. Before I wanted to throw
myself at him. Maybe the couch would be better.

"Come on, there's more to see," Dean said in excitement.

By the time the movers got there I was distracted enough that I wasn't
thinking about my strange new feelings for my Dad. I got front door duty
and checked tags before telling them where to find the right room. It
wasn't too painful since it was mostly possessions and odds and ends.
We'd donated most of the old furniture, just keeping our favorite things
and a few pieces that had sentimental value.

I was still in awe of the new place. Who needed a house with six
bedrooms, not counting the 'maid's room', and who the fuck has a maid's
room anyway? Dad's office space was really nice, hell the whole place was
over the top. I had my own friggin' bathroom with a walk-in shower. Okay
so no bed, I'm just not going to think about that.

"Yeah... uhm that goes in bedroom two, top of the stairs, second door on
the right."

"How's it going buddy," Dean asked stepping up behind me.

"I think they're almost done. Of course we still have to unpack it all
and put it away."

"I'll help and Emma and Ethan will be over later to help too."

"Cool. I haven't seen them in forever... Okay, uhm... Kitchen - through
the front hall and on the right, can't miss it."

"You hungry?"

"Starved." And not just for food, I thought to myself.

"I think this is the last box. Just need you to inspect the truck and
then get your brother to sign," the mover said.

"Sure." I stepped in and called "DAD!" I turned back and the mover was
giving me an odd look with one eyebrow raised.

"What's up?" Dad said squeezing by Dean.

"They need you to inspect the truck and sign off."

"Cool, sure thing."

I watched Dad bounce down the steps following the mover. Okay, I get it,
he doesn't look like he could possibly be old enough to be my dad. But
this was weird. I noticed again how broad his shoulders had gotten, how
round and tight his ass was. The new haircut also was a lot more stylish.
He turned when he was at the truck looking back at me - a big smile. My
cock went rock hard.

"He sure is handsome," Dean whispered, his hot breath teasing my ear as I
felt the heat of his body against my back.

"I think you meant hot as fuck," I muttered then realized I'd said it
louder than intended when I heard Dean chuckle and respond.

"Yeah, that he is," Dean gave me a squeeze and I felt what had to be a
large erection pressed into my ass. This was so not helping me. I felt a
bit relived when he released me and walked over to be with Dad.

The movers headed off and we closed up the house. Uncle Dean was treating
us to lunch at the diner in town. He said it was really good. I didn't
care as long as I got food.

It was sort of cool just being able to walk to places in town. Our old
house was far enough in the suburbs we had to drive everywhere. I felt a
little creeped out though because everyone seemed to be watching us.
Maybe it's because we're the strangers moving into town. Maybe because
they wonder why we needed such a big house. A couple of the shops looked
interesting and the diner was way better than I expected. I'm sure it
didn't hurt that I was so hungry I'd have eaten anything.

"Hey, when she comes back, can you ask for a refill? I also want the
cherry pie," I said standing.

"With ice cream?" Dean asked.

"I was thinking of taking Jon to the bakery..." Dad said.

"Hey Jon, can you eat a piece of pie with ice cream and top it off with a
cupcake?" Dean asked.

"Heck yeah!" I said laughing as I headed to the restroom.

The restrooms were clean and I was just unbuckling at the urinal when
someone came up and took the one right beside me. A little odd since
there were others and they didn't have any kind of divider. I looked up
and was surprised to see a young guy - maybe late middle school or early
high school. Sort of that age when they're in a huge growth spurt but
still skinny.

He was downright pretty. Bright blond curly hair, golden skin and real
fit - like young Adonis fit. He turned his blue eyes on me and gave a big
perfect smile.

"Hey. You just passing through?"

"Nah. We're moving here. Moving van just left, that's why we're doing a
late lunch."

"Really? Cool! You'll love it here. I saw you sitting with Mr. Jensen. Is
the other guy your brother?"

Come on, is this going to happen every time? I thought to myself. "He's
my Dad."

"Fuck no! You're kidding... wow what a lucky fuck you are."

I was a little surprised, he seemed young to be using that kind of
language and I wasn't sure exactly what he was implying. Personally I was
having trouble focusing, I'd managed to get my dick out to piss but he
was sort of hot and making me think of other things I wanted to do with
him. I realized he was looking my way and I tried really hard to just
stare straight ahead.

"Wow. It's huge... Can I touch it?" I could feel the heat from his body
as he leaned closer.

"What?" I blurted in surprise. I turned to look at him and he was staring
at my dick and licking his lips.

"Come on Josh, we need to get going!" A deep voice yelled from the door.

I caught the guy's reflection in the mirror. I could see the resemblance,
similar blond hair, model good looks.

"Coming Dad. Hey, good to meet you. See ya around," Josh said as he
rolled his eyes and gave me a big smile before making a quick exit.

Come to think of it I don't think he even took a piss. And what balls he
had to have to ask me, a total stranger, if he could touch my cock. The
second thought was I wish he'd just reached out and done it.

I finished the pie and ice cream - it was as good as it looked and soon
Uncle Dean, Dad, and I were strolling down the street, checking out the
windows of the shops. It was sort of cool that everyone knew Uncle Dean.
I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, I knew he worked at the bank and
helped folks with their investments.

"Here it is. Jon, you think you can force down something sweet?" Uncle
Dean asked.

"Of course," I said as I stepped through the door and took a deep breath.
The place smelled wonderful.

"Dean, Mr. Martinez! Welcome back! Look mama your pretty man came back
and brought a friend."

"Afternoon Ronnie and how are you Mrs. Russo?" Dean asked.

"Oh, Bella, please."

"Take a look Jon, I believe Ronnie will make a suggestion if you ask,"
Dad said pointing at the case.

It all looked good.

"Oh no, I insist. First time is too important to take chances. But first
let me have a look at you. See if anything's changed," Ronnie said giving
Dad a serious once over.

"Well, what do you think?" Dean asked.

"Nope. We picked right, though I think he could take it even hotter."

"I'm not surprised," Dean laughed. "What about this one, he didn't
mention it but this is David's son, Jon."

"Oh my. Give me a moment. That's just too interesting... Another one who
could go multiple ways. But I think... yes."

I watched as the round baker opened the case and carefully removed what
looked like a chocolate iced cupcake with a candied cherry on top. He
carefully put a paper around it and handed it to me with a napkin.

"What is it?" Dad asked. While accepting his own chocolate cupcake with
crystal sprinkles.

"He would really like what you're having but I think that's the one for
him. Go ahead and take a bite son. Tell me what you think."

I carefully bit into the cupcake trying to not just get the thick icing.
I let it sit in my mouth a moment and gave an audible sigh. "Wow, this is
good."

"Aha! Knew it. Similar to yours, a dark chocolate cake with habanero heat
and a bit of cherry flavoring. Cherry filling, then a dollop of rich
whipped cream on top under the milk chocolate frosting. A candied cherry
on top," Ronnie explained.

"The significance?" Dean asked with a wink.

"Are you sure he's ready for that?" Ronnie asked with a concerned look on
his face.

I saw Dad looking back and forth between Ronnie and Dean, obviously as
confused as I was.

"Go ahead. If Bacchus gives you grief you can tell him I insisted," Dean
said.

"Very well. Chocolate usually means they like the unusual, the risky, the
unconventional. Dark chocolate adds that they want quality, the finer
things. The habanero sauce indicates passion and heat. Cherries, because
he'll be taking a lot of them. And the cream because he loves the taste."

I let it all process and looked questioningly at Dad. I wanted to make
sure I wasn't crazy because what I got was a lot of sexual innuendo and
subtext. Ronnie just smiled at me, and Dad and Dean seemed to be caught
up in their own desserts. Maybe I could ask Dad later if he noticed.


*   Scene 6   *
David Martinez

"Thanks again for your help," I said as I put stuff into the cabinets. I
was feeling really good. Jon seemed to absolutely love the house and had
been in such a good mood. It was great seeing Dean again and even lunch
out had been a treat. Now if I only knew what was up with Kelly.

"Sure," Kelly said.

She wasn't being very talkative and I definitely felt a chill in the air.
Which seemed really odd. I'd known her since she and Dean first met and
she'd always been warm and friendly. It obviously wasn't the whole family
because Ethan and Emma seemed fine.

"Mr. Martinez, I'm going to turn the power off for a minute. You okay
with that?"

"Sure Ford, no problem." The construction manager who was doing the
renovations had stopped by to work on a couple of the punch list items
while we were unpacking. Personally I was impressed that he came to do it
himself, rather than sending one of his men, and on a Saturday.

Kelly was washing off the silverware and the dishes before I put them
away.

"I still can't believe you moved here. I never thought you'd give up your
big fancy job at the firm in New York to live in Podunk ole' Bacchus
Springs."

"So far I like it, a lot less stressful and Bacchus and his people have
been extremely nice."

She turned and looked at me. I was aware now of Bacchus's mark as they
called it. Kelly had a feel about her and I just innately new she was one
of his 'followers'. Dean on the other hand almost vibrated with a much
more brilliant sense. I was told that meant he was a 'servant' like me.
Then there was Matthew and Blaze, my relief team. I knew as soon as they
entered a room, I could feel them like a tickle on my skin. They had
explained that they were a level up, Satyrs, or servants who stayed with
Bacchus and did his bidding. They said there were other types as well and
I'd learn about them as I needed to.

When Bacchus had first told me I was limited to relationships with his
people I couldn't understand how I'd ever know. Now it was perfectly
clear. But I also found that those with a tighter bond to Bacchus had
other effects on me as well, quite pleasurable effects.

"What is it Kelly? Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"You just don't get it do you?"

"I guess not because I'm confused."

"You were supposed to stay in New York. I thought moving Dean out here
would get him away from you. But nooooo. Megan had to get herself killed
and of course Dean was there to catch you and make it all better. But no
wait, it gets better! Now you're available again and you... you decide to
move to Bacchus Springs!"

Kelly was screaming by this point and I was still just as confused as
when she started her tirade.

"I don't care how much he loves you! He married me! You hear me? He's
mine and you can't have him. Not now! Not ever! I will not let that freak
of a wanna-be god turn me into a Stepford Wife slut so you can have my
husband. I will fight you every damn step of the way!"

By the end Kelly was jabbing her pointer finger into my chest. She wasn't
just yelling, her eyes blazed with anger and what I could only describe
as hatred. I was stunned and had no idea what to say as she threw the
plate to the floor where it shattered before storming out and slamming
the back door.

I jumped a little when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I turned and
saw Ford giving me the kindest look. He was a handsome man and something
about the look warmed me inside.

"You don't be paying any mind to what she said. She's a bit off," Ford
said sending a glare to Kelly's back that truly epitomized the phrase 'if
looks could kill'.

"I don't understand..."

"Don't you be worrying about it. We are glad you're here in Bacchus
Springs. This is where you belong and where you'll be happy. Lots of
folks in town are right thrilled to have you. Bacchus included, so you
just ignore her and let us take care of things."

I was really taken back as he pulled me into his arms. He wasn't much
bigger than me, maybe an inch in height and a little broader but it felt
really good to have those strong arms wrapped around me. He smelled good
and I found myself putting my nose behind his ear and pulling him a
little closer. I still struggled at times with how my body now reacted to
men and at the moment, my body was telling me it really liked this one. I
felt his hand come up behind my neck and hold me.

"Sure as shootin', you're gonna be just fine. This is your home now."

I had to argue with myself not to close those few inches and kiss him. I
was feeling really good and I could tell from what was pressed against me
I wasn't the only one. "Thanks."

"If you don't mind I need to go take care of some business, but I'll be
back and we'll get all the other stuff fixed up in no time."

"Thanks Ford, I really appreciate how great your team has been. The house
and the work are just amazing."

He gave me a big smile and a wink. "Oh buddy, you haven't seen half of it
yet."

I thought that an odd response but okay... I had broken pieces of
stoneware all over my nice new designer floor to sweep up.

I was happily cleaning away wiping up the last of the mess when I felt
hands on my ass. I turned and saw Ethan giving me an evil smile.

"Ethan..."

"Hey Uncle David. Don't mind me, just admiring your beautiful ass. You
know thinking how good it's gonna taste..."

"Ethan! Someone might hear you." I whispered.

"So, Dad will wanna watch anyway and Emma knows. She's just all pissy
because she's jealous."

"Jon doesn't know," I whispered standing up and putting some distance
between us.

"Good point. It's probably better for me if he doesn't find out. He might
try and muscle in and take you for himself. If he finds out what a good
fuck you are, he'll be all over you."

"Ethan, please... we can't."

"Oh yes we can. I saw that big bed. I plan on getting to be very familiar
with that bed and you... naked... aroused... sliding your monster cock in
my tight little pussy... filling me with your hot daddy seed. I've also
decided I'm gonna learn how to swallow that beast and get it down my
throat if it kills me." Ethan got closer and closer as he spoke until he
had me pinned against the counter, his hands rubbing up and down my
thighs and my crotch.

"Can't..." I objected weakly.

"You know we only live a couple blocks away. I can be here real fast to
take care of things." Ethan now had a firm grip on my cock and was
stroking me through my jeans.

"Hey Dad, bedroom's all put together. Uncle Dean and I got all our
clothes put away..." Jon said as he walked into the kitchen. He paused,
his eyes going a little wide at the sight of Ethan pressed up against me.

"Cool, I'll go see what he wants me to work on next," Ethan said as he
sashayed out the other door.

"Everything go okay," I asked.

"Sure. I like spending time with Uncle Dean. Emma's a bit surly but she
always is. She's working on putting away the bathroom stuff. What's up
with Ethan?"

"Nothing. Just giving me a hug. They seem to be glad to have us living so
close again." I hoped he went for it. I wasn't sure what exactly he'd
seen so I was going to assume not much.

"Right," Jon said with a nod and a skeptical look.

"I noticed you changed out all your underwear."

"What?" I squeaked.

"Uncle Dean and I were looking at your new collection when we were
putting stuff away."

I could feel the heat rushing to my face. I never thought about that when
I said they could put my stuff away. Sadly there was no apparent,
concealed corner for me to crawl into.

"You think I might get some like that?"

I let out an audible sigh of relief. "Sure."

"Uncle Dean said something about you modeling them for us..."

I turned and looked at Jon in shock. He burst out laughing.

"You're kidding right?"

"I don't know Dad, our best guess was you've taken up a side job as a
stripper. Because some of those tiny little briefs... you'd need to put
underwear on over them. Uncle Dean swears you couldn't fit your junk in
some of them but he sure wanted to see you try."

"I don't think Dean is all that interested in my junk. Quit teasing. You
okay if we order pizza in for dinner?"

"Yeah, okay, sure. I thought Aunt Kelly was making something."

"She didn't seem to be feeling well so I think she went back home," I
lied, having no idea what had really happened myself.

When the pizza came we all gathered in the unused dining room. It might
have seemed a bit formal but it was one of the few places not buried in
boxes. I couldn't help but just watch Dean as he ate. I was struck again
at how amazingly handsome he was and his stunning green eyes just turned
my insides to goo. Not that anyone else at the table was a slouch.

I had noticed the change in Jon, or maybe it was me, when I first saw him
in his dorm when I arrived to help him pack. I was always proud that I
had a good looking son - it's just that now, it affected me in a
different way. He was in good shape, lean and tight with well-defined
muscles, beautiful olive skin, dark hair and eyes and a dazzling smile. I
noticed other things too, like his eight pack abs, the tiny dark treasure
trail that led into his shorts, the notable bubble curve and shape of his
ass. And his bulge, a couple times I could even see the outline of his
huge cock. Something I figured he'd inherited from me.

The hardest part to deal with were the thoughts that came with what I now
noticed. The longer I was around him the more I wanted to touch those
golden muscles, run my tongue down that treasure trail and explore the
curve of his ass. I dreamt of taking that huge cock in my mouth and
giving him the pleasure Matthew and Blaze had taught me. I wanted to hear
his moans of pleasure. I wanted to kiss him while he screamed in ecstasy
as I pounded my big dick into his tight ass. I even found myself teasing
and taunting him. Something in me said he'd started noticing me as well.

I took advantage of his attention and made sure he got a real good view
of my new muscled body. I had already started sleeping in the nude, but
decided to ignore the little voice that said I should wear something when
we were at the hotel. I saw how he looked at me, the way he stared when
he didn't think I'd catch him. The way he kept a pillow over his crotch.
It just made me want him more. I tried to push the thoughts away, like
now, focusing on Dean so I didn't start fantasizing about what I wanted
to do with Jon.

Then of course there was Ethan. Hot sexy Ethan with a boy pussy that
wrapped my cock in a silky glove that was pure heaven. Ethan who fucked
with more abandon and passion than Megan ever had and who was ready and
willing with the slightest of signals. A twink with more man-sex skills
than I had at twice his age. At least I didn't have quite as much guilt
since he wasn't my own son. Though I knew it should bother me. Just like
I knew it should bother me when Dean watched me fuck his boy - while he
sat and jacked off his beautiful cock. Watching me shove my monster tool
in his young son and split him open like a whore.

Then sweet little Emma. Okay, maybe not so sweet and definitely not
little. I still don't understand what happened that first night or why
Dean tried to convince me it was a dream. When I first started noticing
men and how attractive I found them I was worried that I'd gone totally
gay. But every once in a while there was someone who reminded me, no,
women were still on the menu. Like Chetana, Like Emma. If I closed my
eyes I could still feel her mouth. Her full, plump breasts pressed
against my shaft. I could feel the wetness of her pussy as she put my
cock to her tight opening and began trying to mount me. Before Dean burst
in the room and stopped her.

I was so hard and so warm. I took another drink of the wine Dean had
opened and felt it burn down my throat. I loved the flavor and how it
made me feel. I wanted to fuck every one of the people at my table. And
what was worse, the one who'd make me feel least guilty was the one
Bacchus had told me was off limits, Dean

Before long it was time to call it a day. We'd made a dent in the
unpacking and that's all I'd hoped for. I was just pulling down the
covers on the big bed when I heard Jon behind me.

"Sorry about the whole bed thing. I thought we ordered everything soon
enough that there wouldn't be problems."

"It's okay Dad. It's only for a few nights. I can sleep on the couch..."

"Don't be silly Jon. A leather couch? You'll be all hot and sweaty in no
time. It's a huge bed. If I snore, you can poke me." What I was really
afraid of was not snoring, but somehow reaching out in my sleep and doing
something I shouldn't do. Like running my hands over his beautiful body,
kissing him, or pressing my cock between those beautiful globes. God, I
had to stop this. Couldn't think thoughts like this!

"I'll go get ready. I put all my stuff in my room."

"It's okay to use this bathroom too. It's more than big enough to share."

I watched him hesitate before running across the hall to grab his stuff.
I enjoyed the view. He was so handsome and I found a position on the bed
where I could see him strip. His body was perfect. I felt sad when I saw
him pull on the sleep shorts, no one should cover up that beautiful ass
or that magnificent manhood. I saw he was about finished so scooted back
onto the bed and turned over onto my stomach, on top of the sheet of
course, so he had a real good view when he came back in.

I heard the intake of breath and counted the seconds he paused before
speaking. I flexed my ass, making sure my glutes squeezed for his
attentive eyes.

"Good night Dad. Love you. And I really, really love the new house. It's
amazing."

"Thanks Jon, I needed to hear that. This is all for you son."

"No Dad, it needs to be for you. You need to be happy."

"If you're here, I'm happy."

I felt him climb into bed and under the sheet. I so wanted to wrap myself
around him... Oh god, what's gotten into me? I shouldn't have thoughts
like this. I turned on my side to get comfortable and had a beautiful
view of Jon. His naked back, golden skin, and lean form. I turned over to
the other side and tried to think about something else.

It didn't work. My mind kept returning to Jon. Ethan... I could call
Ethan. He could be here in five minutes and we could fuck in one of the
other rooms. Jon would never know. My mind screamed in desperation. But I
didn't really want Ethan, I wanted Jon. I started remembering how Jon
looked, his muscles flexing, how he squatted when lifting the boxes. How
his jeans hugged the tight curve of his ass and thighs.

Oh fuck, I was so hard. My cock was dripping with pre-cum and all I could
think about was my own son.

I quietly got up and grabbed my phone. I looked back at Jon - he hadn't
stirred. As carefully as I could I made my way downstairs and then sent
an S.O.S. to Bacchus.

It seemed like ages passed until my phone buzzed and I answered.

"Hello."

"Hey David, it's Blaze."

"Thank god. I need you Blaze. Can you come over? I'm about to slip bad.
Real bad."

"Aren't you in Bacchus Springs now? Thought you were moving in today."

"Yeah, we're moved in."

"So why the S.O.S. you can hook up with any of Bacchus's people. Except
for Dean."

"It's someone else, please Blaze."

"Someone else, like who?"

"I'm messed up Blaze. I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm losing it. I
can't stop thinking about Jon."

"Jon? As in your son Jon?"

"Yes, please Blaze you've gotta help me. This is so wrong and I'm not
sure if I can control myself."

"You can have sex with Jon. That's not a problem. See you were worried
over nothing."

"Blaze please. He's my son! I can't do this, it's wrong."

"Nah, you should know better than that. If he wants it too then it's all
good. Just ask him."
"I can't do that."
"Sure you can. Listen I've gotta go. You'll be fine and there's no
problem with you and Jon being lovers. It will happen eventually, but if
you don't think you're ready, call Ethan. Talk to you soon. Good night
David."

The call ended and I stared at my phone in horror. I could feel it
happening again, just like it did when I was with Bacchus. My mind was
getting foggy, my lust was building and it was getting harder and harder
to remember why I shouldn't seduce Jon.

I stared at my phone trying to clear my thoughts just a little and found
myself pulling up my contacts. I found Ethan's - he'd entered it for me.
I typed the text, my fingers shaking as I struggled to form words.

"Need you now," I hit send.

I waited at the back door and felt my cock throb when I saw him coming up
the steps.

"I knew you'd need me," Ethan said with a self-satisfied smirk.

I pulled him into the kitchen and began stripping off his clothes. I
hadn't even bothered to close the back door before I had him naked and
spread on the breakfast island. He got into position and spread his legs
wide. The look on his face made me wild. I'd seen it before, there was no
innocence in that look. It was total lust filled hunger. Ethan knew what
he wanted - he wanted to be fucked.


*   Scene 7   *
Jon Martinez

I kept telling myself I had enough self-control to do this. Then I
stepped out of the bath and saw his amazing body spread out like a feast
on the bed. The curve of his ass and that crack, highlighted by the
darker hair surrounding his hole. I might be new at accepting the whole
gay thing but seeing his body took away all doubts. I may not have
experience rimming but I so wanted to bury my face in that ass.

I took a deep breath and moved to the other side of the bed. I turned the
other way after we said our good nights, trying to ignore him. I tried
thinking of anything I could that would gross me out or kill my mood. It
wasn't working... then I heard him shift and move off the bed. I waited a
bit then could hear his voice, just barely.

I crept quietly, taking the back stairs so I didn't run into him. I got
close enough to hear him speaking in a low voice. I missed some of what
he was saying as he moved about, but I heard enough to make me wonder.
Who was he talking to? What was Dad afraid of doing? It obviously had to
do with me, but I couldn't figure out what they were talking about.

I heard him coming into the kitchen and I ducked around into the maid's
room, pulling the door mostly closed. He went and opened the back door
then just stood and waited. When I heard Ethan's voice I was in shock.
Why? What? I pulled back, but not before I saw my Dad pull Ethan into a
lip crushing kiss. I held my breath as they moved past and then I opened
the door enough to peer out.

Thank goodness, they were out of sight. I snuck down the short hall and
peered into the kitchen. I couldn't believe it. Ethan was naked and
spread out on the island with Dad's mouth firmly wrapped around his cock.
He's just a kid, my mind screamed. But as I watched I quickly realized
Ethan was driving this as much as Dad. How did he learn to... oh, my
god... he didn't!

I pulled back and caught my breath. I slid my hand into my sleep shorts -
I was rock hard and already dripping. I peeked around again as I stroked
myself. I could feel the heat in my face as I watched my Dad rim Ethan's
little hole and finger him open - just like the porn videos I'd watched.

It was so amazingly hot. If only I was the one on the island, I thought.
I was so jealous of Ethan. How had he even learned this stuff? It was
obviously not his first time. I wanted Dad to do that to me. I didn't
even know Ethan was gay. But the porn I watched must have got something
right because Ethan moaned and groaned, and begged to be fucked just like
the videos. And then I saw Dad take hold of his huge cock and push it
against Ethan's tiny little hole.

Oh my god, Dad's gonna fuck Ethan! Then it was happening and I couldn't
tear my eyes away. Dad's big cock disappeared into Ethan's ass until his
bush was pressed against Ethan's taint. Dad began thrusting, deep and
hard. It was hotter than any porn. This was real and damn if Dad wasn't
sexier than the porn stars I'd seen. I could see Ethan's ass lips wrap
around Dad's shaft as if it didn't want to let him go. Ethan was moaning
and talking dirty to Dad, getting him even more worked up. I started
playing with my nipples as I jacked my slick cock. I pictured myself as
the one on the island, the one Dad was fucking and all of a sudden I was
blowing my load all over the hallway. I must have shot seven good spurts
- the most ever and it was so intense I thought my balls might pull up
through my chest.

I realized the mess I'd made and quickly grabbed one of the cloths we'd
used earlier from the laundry room and wiped up the jiz. I stood watching
a while longer. It was without question the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
Maybe if Dad liked guys, it wouldn't be so hard to tell him after all.

I decided I was really pushing my luck so threw the cloth back in the
pile and quietly made my way back up to bed. My shorts were soaked so I
just tossed them in the corner and climbed in bed nude. I was pretty warm
so I decided not to pull the sheet up.

A while later I heard Dad come in. I heard the soft gasp as he must have
noticed I was naked. It took a minute or two before I felt him crawl into
bed.


*   Scene 8   *
Jake Donaldson

I shook of the last drip and grabbed some toilette paper to clean off any
residue on my penis. I wasn't about to have anything distract my lovers.

"Dad got an emergency call so I came to check on you," Ben said as he
came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His hands quickly found
my cock and brought me to full attention as his own pressed between my
ass cheeks.

"You gonna deposit another load in me?" I leaned my head back and
squeezed my ass to give him some encouragement.

"Tempting..." He kissed down my neck as he continued to stroke me. "I
thought..." A nibble at my ear and a wet tongue sending chills down my
spine. "Maybe..." I gentle bite to my shoulder. "You could let me suck
this beautiful piece of meat while Dad fucks me." He pushed harder
against my ass.

"I thought..." Damn it was hard to get words out when he was touching me
like this. "You got enough dick..." I gasped as his other hand wrapped
around my balls and squeezed.

"I get fucked lots. But it's not the same as having you or Dad inside me.
Mmmm. Your balls are so full and heavy. You're gonna give me a mouth full
aren't you big brother?"

"Oh god," I moaned. His hand had moved up teasing and twisting my nipple
as he stroked. "I'm yours Ben. We can do whatever you want."

"Yeah, you are big brother. Your hot little cunt is mine, your cock is
mine, your sweet lips are mine," Ben whispered then let out a low
guttural moan.

"And mine baby boy," Dad's voice rumbled. I felt Dad's hands wrap around
and grip my waist as Ben pressed harder into my back - sandwiched between
us.

"Dad..." Ben whimpered.

"Yeah, just like this hot little love tunnel of yours belongs to me and
Jake. Let's get back to the bed so we can do this properly."

I felt a little cold as they pulled away and quickly joined them,
crawling onto the big king bed.

"Who called at this time of night? Is there a problem?" Ben asked.

"Matthew. No, just some instructions for tomorrow. Seems I get to meet
our new neighbors, up close and personal like. Dean's bringing them over
to do a trial at the club."

"And he had to tell you now and interrupt our quality time?"

"Seems there were some late breaking developments that called for some
changes. But enough business talk. If we only get you for one or two
nights a week, we're not going to spend it talking. Get the fuck on your
hands and knees Ben."

Another one of those adjustments, seeing the look of total lust on my
little brother's face. I couldn't really convince myself this was all
'normal' though I certainly enjoyed it. While I had changed over the last
year, Ben had changed more. I loved him more than ever, but some part of
me, deep inside knew that by almost anyone's standards Benny was a total
man-slut. He couldn't seem to get enough cock, in his mouth, in his ass,
in his hands. His appetite was almost scary and the only reason he wasn't
doing more was Bacchus kept him on a tight leash.

"That's it Ben, open up for me. Show me how bad you want my big fat daddy
dick inside you."

I watched as Dad buried his face in Ben's ass, licking, kissing and
driving him wild with pleasure. I knew how good it felt and knew Ben
would be begging real soon. I moved closer and held my cock to his lips.
I was hard and ready, the head already slick with my pre-cum.

Ben moaned and made a satisfied purr as he took me into his mouth and
showed me what a good cock sucker he'd become. I was still working on my
deep throating with Dad but Ben already had it. He could take a monster
cock down his gullet without breaking a sweat. I closed my eyes and just
enjoyed how good it felt.

I looked up when I heard and felt Ben grunt around my dick. Dad was
sliding his thick meat inside my little brother as Ben pushed himself
back. It was a beautiful sight. I reached out and started playing with
Dad's nipples. They were already stiff and like mine, hard-wired to his
prick. He groaned and squeezed his eyes closed. I ran my hands over his
smooth large pecs and flicked his tits again.

Dad's eyes came open and he let out a low growl as he began driving hard
into Ben's ass.

I leaned forward and met Dad in a kiss, letting him explore my mouth with
his tongue as we filled Ben at both ends. We continued to kiss and I
worked Dad's sensitive nipples while we both began fucking. I wasn't just
getting a blowjob, I was slamming my cock down Ben's willing throat while
Dad's cock was deep in his gut.

I felt Dad's fingers latch onto my own nipples and knew I'd be cuming
soon. A couple more thrusts and my cock was pumping my baby makers right
into Ben's stomach as Dad filled his ass. We kept kissing and fucking
until our cocks were too sensitive to take more.

I pulled back out of Ben's throat and lay on my back. "Clean me up little
bro."

Ben dove in and licked up his spit and the remaining cum from my cock and
balls then turned and took Dad into his mouth and did the same.

"Hey turn around and give me your pussy Ben. I want Dad's load while you
suck him clean."

Ben didn't even hesitate and soon I had a mouth full of the best tasting
ass and Dad's cream. What a feast.

Ben was moaning and carrying on like a bitch in heat. He practically
whimpered when Dad dropped down and took him into his mouth and began
sucking. This was perfect, I got his man hole and Dad got his dick. It
only took seconds before he was shaking as the orgasm took him and he
gave up his boy batter.

Ben rolled off, heaving for breath while Dad moved over top of me,
stretching his body out so we were pressed against each other. His hand
went behind my head and he pulled me into a kiss and we shared and
swapped Benny's load. I was happy. This was the absolute best place to
be.

>> END CHAPTER TWO<<


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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.

* Blaze - A Satyr / Servant of Bacchus

* 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, Jed - Servant of Bacchus, Sherriff, Married to Joanna, father
of Ashley

* Cavanaugh, Josh - Student, son of Troy Cavanaugh

* Cavanaugh, Troy - Servant of Bacchus, Mayor of Bacchus Springs, Married
to Bobbie, father of Josh

* 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

* 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