Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2017 16:05:04 -0500
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Bacchus Springs, Chapter 4: The Initiation

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Bacchus Springs
Chapter 4: The Initiation
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 struggled to think as Bacchus held me in his arms, his warm lips
pressed against my own. While I had gotten used to the idea of being gay,
the overwhelming feelings of lust and desire for this man were sending
off little warning bells in my head.

Bacchus broke the kiss and gave me a big smile. "So beautiful."

It took a moment, but something he said was bothering me. "Why'd you call
me an incubus? And why is this evening special for me."

"You'll see." Bacchus grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for
another tongue probing kiss. I moaned and pressed myself against him,
rubbing against him like a cat. "Oh, Blaze, perfect timing. Why don't you
take Jon upstairs and get him ready?"

I hadn't even realized Blaze had come into the room and stepped away from
Bacchus, my face flushed from being caught in his arms.

"Certainly, Father. Come on, Jon." Blaze held out his hand to me.

I followed him in a daze. I didn't feel sick exactly, but I sure didn't
feel normal. I watched Blaze's muscles move and flex as he walked in
front of me. He had pulled on shorts, but his bare back and legs made my
mouth water. He was smooth and lean, and the shorts hung low enough to
show the curve of his ass and the sweet indentation between his cheeks. I
wanted to reach out and run my hands over his pale skin and then start
with my tongue and work it over every inch.

"You okay, Jon?" Blaze gave me a worried look as he opened the door to a
large bedroom.
I saw the huge bed and felt my cock twitch. Was he going to fuck me? He
brought me to a bedroom...

"Ah, geez, I am so blind!" Blaze reached out and ran his fingers along my
neck just above my shoulder. "He just collared you..."

"Mmmm." I closed my eyes and moaned at his touch.

"I'm sorry, Jon. It will be okay. You're sort of lust drunk at the
moment. You've been Greek God mojo'd. I should have picked up on it
sooner; I promise I'm not going to take advantage of you. I know it's all
confusing right now."

"You gonna fuck me?" I opened my eyes and looked at his pink, pouty lips.
I wanted to taste them.

"Oh boy. How about we get you in the shower and get you ready?" Blaze
took my hand and led me into a huge bath. He started unfastening my
shirt, and I reached out and grabbed his waistband so I could get him out
of those nasty shorts.

"Whoa, sexy. You are way too gorgeous to be tempting me like this. We're
going to get you showered and ready for tonight, but you'll have to hold
off on all those sex thoughts."

"You are so hot." My voice came out breathy and low as I undid the button
and slid my hand into his shorts. Oh, yes... hard and already wet. His
thick cock was hot in my hand as I began stroking. Other than my friend
Taylor, this was the first cock I'd touched. Not counting my own.

"Geez, Bacchus. You are going to owe me big-time for this one. Okay, Jon,
back it up and sit on the toilet. It's going to feel a bit weird -
promise it won't hurt. It's just cleaning out your bum real good."

I didn't want to sit. I wanted to touch him. I looked up into his vibrant
blue eyes. He was so handsome. Then I squealed and tried to stand as
Blaze kept his hands on my shoulders holding me down.

"Just let it do its job. You'll get used to it," Blaze said before he
leaned in and kissed me.
His lips were as warm and soft as I'd imagined and I opened to him
letting his tongue slide into my mouth. I still felt my insides bloating
from the pressure of the water filling me up - but I wasn't going to
worry about that when I was getting my first serious kiss.

Before it even registered I found myself standing in the warm spray of
the shower as Blaze's very talented hands washed my body. It was without
question, the most erotic sensation I'd had in my life. I knew I should
be a little freaked out about how hazy everything was and that I couldn't
think clearly, but all I really cared about was Blaze's hands touching
me.

"You are stunning, Jon. There's not a man in Bacchus Springs who won't be
tripping over himself to get a chance with you."

"But not you?" I wanted him so badly, and he seemed oblivious. Sure, he
kissed me and his hands were all over me, but it wasn't the same.

"Oh, fuck Jon. Believe me; I want you. I want you real bad. And... if you
feel the same way tomorrow and want to pick up on that kiss. You just say
the word. But for now, you're mojo'd and not thinking clearly and I'm not
about to be a regret. Now, you need to stand still for me. I don't want
to cut you with the razor."

"Razor?"

"Bacchus likes us smooth. You'll keep your treasure trail and your pubes,
probably ought to leave your pits too. The rest will be as smooth as a
baby's bottom."

"It'll just grow back and be itchy." I'd shaved for swimming, and I hated
how itchy it was or how the short stubble would catch on your clothes.

"Not to worry. Bacchus will use his magic to keep you smooth and unless
he decides he wants it to grow back, it won't."

That feels really strange... I thought as I felt the razor in my crack
and sliding down the back of my legs. My head still felt cloudy, and I
knew something was wrong with me but I liked Blaze's attention, and when
his hands were skimming over my body to rinse away the shave cream, I
couldn't help but moan.

Blaze wrapped me in a warm towel and took a second one and began drying
me off, gently and lovingly.

"Damn, he is beautiful, isn't he?" Bacchus's deep voice echoed in the
tiled room.

"Yeah, he is. And you owe me," Blaze said.

"Testing your resolve, is he?"

"That's an understatement. What are your plans for him? He doesn't feel
like a satyr - and yet he feels more powerful than a servant. Please
don't tell me you're going to make him a faun. He's too beautiful for
that!"

"No, and I couldn't anyway. Only Pan can make a true faun. What you're
feeling is Aphrodite's touch or more likely one of her Erotes."

"Sorry, Father. You lost me." Blaze said as he wrapped a towel around my
waist.

"David and Jon have both been struck by cupid's arrow. I didn't know
about David, but Aphrodite and I worked out a deal - we're going to
share."

I looked at Bacchus in confusion. My Greek mythology wasn't exactly up to
speed, but I knew both Aphrodite and Dionysus or Bacchus were "gods" and
being "shared" sounded a bit alarming.

"Don't worry, Jon. It's all good. You'll get a real power boost, and if I
had to share a disciple with one of my siblings, Aphrodite is a great
choice." Bacchus approached and pulled me into his arms, turning me, so
my back was pressed against his chest. He pulled the towel away from my
shoulders, and the one around my waist dropped to the floor. Blaze looked
on with concern in his eyes.

I felt Bacchus's hand run up my abs, over my pecs, tweaking my nipple in
passing as it came to rest around my neck - firmly but not like he was
choking me. His other hand slid around my hip and over my buttocks until
his finger was teasing my opening.

"Relax, Jon. I'm just getting your ready for later. It won't hurt,"
Bacchus whispered in my ear.

His hands got warmer, and I felt the heat spread to my skin - as if you'd
wrapped a steaming towel around my neck and then I felt his finger slide
inside me - the heat spreading out in waves.

"That's it relax, let the heat spread and fill you. It feels good,
doesn't it?"

I lay my head back against his chest as the warmth spread through my
body. His finger was sliding in and out of me, and I couldn't help but
flex and push back to get more of it inside me.

"So eager... soon Jon. Soon. But this is my gift, no pain or discomfort,
only pleasure."

I felt Bacchus stiffen and heard someone clearing their throat.

"Father."

"Yes, Ben?"

"She has arrived, sir. I've shown her to your office," Ben continued.

"Good. Blaze, help Jon get dressed."


*   Scene 2   *
Ben Donaldson

I stepped through the door and held it for Bacchus. Even though I'd
already seen her, I couldn't help but notice again how beautiful the
woman was who stood waiting for Father. My brain went into overdrive
trying to reconcile being gay with thoughts of putting myself between
this stranger and Bacchus and giving myself over completely for their
use.

"Ah, Aphrodite. A pleasure as always."

"Oh, Dio, you are looking as handsome as ever. Are you ready to
consummate our arrangement?"

"It's Bacchus now."

"Oh, yes. Keeping up with the times. You do remember the Roman Empire
fell a very long time ago?"

"Yes sister, I remember. I already sent Sin for your token, and as I
promised, once the ceremony is over and the changes complete, David and
Jon can be with their loves."

"I'm still not happy that someone interfered with David. You swear it
wasn't you?"

"Absolutely. I didn't even know about David until Dean begged me to bring
him to town. I sent Hermes to you as soon as I felt your mark."

"Didn't stop you from claiming him. Anteros is looking into who kept my
lovers apart."

"Well, you've seen David. How could I resist? Besides, your Erotes got to
Jon, and I didn't complain about that."

"Eros personally handled the son. You're lucky I like you, Dio."

"Bacchus."

"Whatever. I think they'll serve us well."

Bacchus laughed. "Never thought I'd have an incubus as a servant."

"Call either of them an incubus again and you won't," Aphrodite warned in
a threatening voice. "They are, or rather will be extensions of the
Erotes. NOT demons or daemons or any other abomination. I was too easy on
Theodulf for his blasphemy; I should have made him suffer more. But
speaking of abominations, where is Chetana?"

"Oh, I think the ex-Bishop suffered. You had him accused of treason and
locked up in a monastery while Eros, Pothos, and Himeros taunted him
constantly with boys and men who he couldn't resist. It was your agents
who killed him on his return to Orleans?"

"Old news brother. Where is the abomination?"

"Aphrodite, she is not an abomination. She is one of my satyrs and a
beautiful one at that."

"A satyr is male! I'm surprised that Pan allowed such a horror."

"He's not such a purist - especially when I have beautiful subjects I
make available to him and throw him the occasional lost boy."

"It's still wrong."

"Will you return this evening to complete David and Jon's
transformation?"

"No. I promised the boys they could do it. They are looking forward to
it," Aphrodite said as she walked to Bacchus's desk.

"All of them?" Bacchus asked in surprise.

"No brother. Eros, Himeros, and Pothos."

"Good, Pothos hasn't been in a while. I miss him. That boy knows how to
have a good time."

"You dote on him." Aphrodite's hands glowed, and I watched as two cut
crystal vials appeared on the desk. They glowed in a deep fiery red with
other-worldly light.

I'd seen Bacchus do some unusual things, but most of the time, he hid his
use of "magic" from the rest of us. Aphrodite didn't seem to have the
same concerns. But then again, maybe they forgot I was standing in the
room. I was being as still and quiet as I could.

"One for each. Eros will finish them once they've taken the elixir."

"Himeros and Pothos?" Bacchus asked.

"They will add their power as well."

I turned as I heard the door open and Sin stepped in carrying a silver
tray. On the tray was a small cut crystal carafe filled with a swirling
pearlescent liquid.

"Sin, you remember Aphrodite?" Bacchus said as he took the tray from my
fellow satyr.

I was surprised to see Sin's reaction. It looked like the blood drained
completely from his face and he not only went pale but dropped his eyes
when he nodded.

"Did you miss me, pet?" Aphrodite cooed.

"Of course, My Lady." Sin stood stiffly and continued to stare at the
floor.

"Please Aphrodite, check the quality and make sure it is to your liking,"
Bacchus said.

I watched curiously. Bacchus was giving a concerned look to Sin as
Aphrodite removed the delicate stopper and brought her finger to the tip.
She gathered a drop of the cream and put it to her lips. She closed her
eyes and shivered.

"Perfect," Aphrodite said in an orgasmic tone.

"Harvested fresh this morning. Really sister, if you want to take it
directly, I can make the arrangements. You could enjoy all of his favors,
and no one would know. I am very discreet, as are my servants."

"Tempting but too risky. Hephaestus would never forgive me, and he's
still angry with Ares. I try not to push him too far since he does allow
me liberties."

"If you ever change your mind..."

"Well... Heph is away for several days. You wouldn't mind if I borrowed
Sin, would you? I did so enjoy his last visit, and I have some new things
I would like to teach him."

I saw a look of horror pass over Sin's face and was about to go to him
when I saw Bacchus shake his head and warn me away.

"He is yours sister." Bacchus's genial tone did not reflect what I saw in
his eyes.

"Excellent. Please remove your clothing pet; you won't be needing them."
Aphrodite said turning to Sin.

Sin reluctantly began stripping until he stood naked and I noted it was a
first for his large member to be hanging flaccid. In Bacchus's presence,
we were almost always hard as a rock. That he was so affected was quite
telling.

"Oh my, that will never do." Aphrodite approached Sin and wrapped her
hand around his soft dick.

As I watched, her hand began to glow, and Sin let out a small moan as his
cock hardened until it stood tightly against his stomach.

"Much better. Don't worry pet; you'll stay that way until I bring you
back. I want you ready at all times." Aphrodite waved her hand, and with
a flash, she held a jewel-encrusted golden collar. She placed it around
Sin's neck - it sparkled as she fitted it around his neck like a choker.
Then she pulled a delicate golden chain out of the air and attached it to
him like a leash.

Sin looked horrified.

"Oh, don't make such faces. Thank you again, Dio. I promise to return
your satyr when I'm through with him, and Eros will make sure everything
goes well for our two new charges."

"Enjoy him, Aphrodite."

A bright light filled the room, and Aphrodite and Sin were gone - just
vanished, right before my eyes.

"Well..." Bacchus muttered. "Change of plans Ben. I'll need you to work
tonight. You can help with Jon's initiation since Sin is no longer
available."

"But, I promised Jake..."

"Can't be helped. He'll get over it once he realizes he's off
restrictions and can pursue Jon. I expect you to use your magic ass to
give Jon a night to remember. Make it good enough, and he'll be back for
seconds, and thirds..." Bacchus laughed.

I felt sick to my stomach wondering if my brother would forgive me. At
least he wouldn't see me riding his potential boyfriend. "You still
planning on confining Jake for the evening?"

"Oh, he's already locked in his room. I have the dogs guarding him just
in case. If he's already been shot with cupid's arrow, he might sense
Jon's presence and no telling what he'll feel when we get to the
initiation and transformation. So, yes, safely confined."

"Sin didn't look so good when Aphrodite took him."

"No. He's not happy. She's used him before, so he knows what's coming."

"Is it that bad?"

"For him it is. Sin is beautiful and well endowed. Aphrodite finds him
very attractive but Sin doesn't really like women, and while he'll do the
occasional out of duty, that's not his thing. For someone else, it might
be a fantasy come true. Aphrodite is stunning, and her skills in the
bedroom are unsurpassed as is her appetite. She'll drain him dry each day
and still keep going."

"Do you think Jon and David are in danger? They're even more beautiful
than Sin."

"No, she'll leave them alone - unless they express interest. There's one
aspect that is very different between Sin and Jon. Do you know what it
is?"

"Well, obviously Sin is a satyr and quite experienced. From what I
understand, Jon is virtually a virgin."

"True, but that's not what keeps my sister at bay. Jon and David are both
oblivious to their looks and how they affect others. Both are inherently
sweet, kind, and modest. Sin is not. He is very aware of how attractive
he is, and he uses it. He's arrogant and proud, and I hate to say it, but
he's also manipulative and vain. Aphrodite loves putting him in his
place, she may not break him, but she'll use him and show him that his
only purpose is to give 'women' pleasure. She'll likely make him service
her handmaidens and ensure he is returned to us very skilled."

"Will she hurt him?"

"Not physically. But she'll beat him down and make sure he knows she is a
goddess and he's her pleasure slave - a living, breathing dick and
nothing more. But, enough about all that. You need to go prepare
yourself. I expect you to be in top form."

"Yes Bacchus," I said with a bow. I wish I were looking forward to it.
Well, not true. I was very much looking forward to Jon's cock up my ass.
If it was anything like his dad's, it would be amazing. But I didn't
relish the thought of facing my brother afterward.

"Oh, and Ben..."

"Yes, Father?"

"Once you've taken Jon, you're welcome to service David as well.
Actually, you can ride them as many times as your bottom can handle."

"Thank you, sir." I felt my face flush at the thought of those big cocks
and wondered how many times I could take them...


*   Scene 3   *
David Martinez

I pulled up and parked near the garage as Bacchus had instructed. I was
feeling a little nervous and hoped the evening went well. It seemed like
an awful lot of fuss over me joining the town's business group, but
Bacchus had insisted.

I straightened my tie and fastened the top button of my suit coat as I
approached the front entrance. According to my watch I was on time, but
it appeared I was here before everyone else. The door swung open before I
even reached for the bell.

"David! Good to see you again." Matthew stood in the open doorway with a
huge smile, wearing the skimpiest shorts I'd ever seen. My god, they
looked good on him.

"Hey. It's been a while. Thought you were avoiding me." I said.

"Yup. Bacchus's orders though. Not my choice. Come on in. I'm supposed to
get you ready."

"Huh? I think I 'am' ready." I looked down at my suit, yup shoes match,
remembered socks. Okay, I'm good.

Matthew grabbed my arm and pulled me in. I brushed up against his body
and felt my cock immediately respond. The traitor. It sure remembered the
stud, even if I was a bit put out with him for avoiding me. I turned and
pinned Matthew against the door as I closed in to kiss him and
encountered his hand.

"What the fuck?"

"Sorry David. Still off limits. Believe me... not my choice. I miss that
beast and can't wait for you to fuck me again, but Father said no. After
tomorrow, give me a call, and you can use me however you want."

"Oh, I want to alright. Damn, I miss this full meaty ass and your sexy
mouth." I felt like my body temperature had risen about ten degrees as I
gripped his firm round ass in my hands. Matthew and Blaze had been my
relief team for several weeks, and I'd come to know and appreciate their
skills.

"Well, too bad, you'll have to wait, maybe burn just a bit until
tomorrow. Follow me, and we'll get you ready."

I was still confused about what he had planned, but I sure enjoyed the
view of his ass as we climbed the stairs. He led me through a bedroom
into a large bath.

"Go ahead and get undressed. I'll set up the toilet to give you a good
cleaning."

I undressed and carefully folded my clothes as I appreciated the view of
Matthew. The toilet was the same type as what I'd had installed at the
house. Wasn't sure why I needed to douche my innards but if it was what
Bacchus wanted... well, who was I to argue?

"Yeah, I got this," I said squeezing past him into the john. I may have
taken some extra liberties and groped his dick and ass on the way by. "I
have the same one at home."

"Good, then I won't have to explain or calm you down after."

I laughed remembering the first time I'd used the special features. I
thought someone had shoved a fire hose up my ass, but once I knew what to
expect, I had to agree it was a very efficient way of getting the booty
clean and fresh.

I came out and looked around a moment before I spotted Matthew in the
shower, adjusting the temperature of the spray. He was naked and
beautiful. My cock hadn't gone down and now it was starting to twitch in
excitement.

"You sure we have to hold off. You look fuck-a-licious."

"Well thank you. So do you, and yes, I am absolutely positive. If I so
much as kiss you the boss-man will castrate me."

"Can't have that. I like those parts." I looked at his cock as it
stiffened. Matthew was more full-bodied than Blaze's lean form. His pecs
and muscles were a little rounder, more full - almost like he were ripe
and ready to be eaten. And he had a deep golden tan on his perfectly
smooth body. Which the shower accentuated - the only thing better than a
naked Matthew was a wet, naked Matthew. "Fuck, you're killing me."

"Good. Then maybe I stand a chance of you calling me after tonight.
Believe me, keeping my hands of you is not easy and the next part is
going to absolutely kill me."

"Oooooo. What's next?"

"I'm going to do some selective shaving and grooming then wash your ass."

If I thought I was hot before... by the time he was done fussing over me
and running those hot, soapy hands over my body, I thought I'd just go
"poof" and turn into a pile of ash. I wondered at first if he would shave
me completely smooth, but he didn't. He selectively shaved and then
groomed the remaining hair like he was sculpting me.

"Damn. I do good work. Turn around," Matthew said.

I obliged and did my best flexing and grinding including a bend that I
thought might just make his prick explode.

"Bastard."

"Just trying to keep you interested."

"Like you'd ever let someone top that gorgeous, tight little ass of
yours."

"My ass is not little," I objected.

"Bet it's tight though."

"Oh yeah. Bacchus said it always will be. From experience, I'm guessing
he did the same for you?"

"Yeah, guess you'd call it Greek God standard issue. He likes a tight
hole, so anyone who gets the collar gets a perpetual virgin ass."

"So do I have to start grooming like this now?"

"Probably not. If Bacchus likes it, he'll just make it permanent."

"That's convenient. Is that how you can stay so smooth?"

"Yeah, why, you object?"

"Hell, no. I love the way you feel."

"Well before you test my resolve any further. Get dried off and dressed."

By the time we got back downstairs, Bacchus was waiting for us, and
unlike his usual tight, form-fitting jeans and tee, he was wearing a
tailored Italian suit.

"David, so good to see you again."

I went to shake his hand, and he pulled me into him, wrapped his hand
around the back of my head and devoured my mouth. His tongue dove into my
mouth as his lips crushed mine. I thought my knees might give out from
the heat and passion in that kiss. He growled into my mouth and squeezed
my ass tighter against him so I could feel his erection press against my
own.

"Fuck, boy. You're like sex on a stick," his voice rumbled into my ear
sending shivers through my body.

"I'm yours anytime you want me." Embarrassingly, my voice came out in
more of a gasp. I hadn't had any of his wine and yet I still couldn't
think clearly when in his presence. For a guy who hadn't been into dudes
until a few months ago, my body sure wanted to make up for lost time.
Bacchus was still the only man who'd fucked my ass, but I was more than
willing for him to have another go.

"You seem so much happier now that we got rid of all those unhealthy
notions." He stepped back enough that my brain re-engaged - somewhat.

"What notions were those?" I asked wondering if I wanted to know.

He let out a laugh that warmed my soul. "Oh, David. The notions about
sex, sex with men and how much you repressed your desires. It's obviously
good for you."

"Well, it would be if I got any." Even to me, I sounded snarky.

He laughed again. "Don't worry. After tonight, all restrictions are off.
You can fuck who you want when you want. But we should go join our
guests."

"Wait. What about Dean? You mean he's not going to be off limits
anymore?" I was so scared to ask, but at the same time, I had to know.

Bacchus pulled me in for another kiss. A quick one this time. "Yes,
David. Tomorrow you and Dean can pick up on where you left off, years
ago."

I thought my face might split as I smiled so wide.

"Now, let's go."


*   Scene 4   *
David Martinez

Bacchus led us out on to the terrace to a boisterous crowd. I guess
they'd arrived while I was with Matthew. It looked like most of the
townspeople were there, men and women, all dressed in finery, sipping
wine and mingling.

The raised section was set up with a head table overlooking the round
tables set on the lower terraces. Soft music played in the background as
Bacchus led me past the head table and over the small bridge to join
Bacchus Spring's finest.

Servants were passing with trays of hors d'oeuvres and goblets of wine.
He handed me one with a smile. "Go ahead; you look nervous."

I sipped the wine and felt it burn down my throat - a little worried
about my past reactions to the local specialty. Not that I didn't love
the taste, it just made it harder to think clearly. But then this wasn't
a negotiation, and I didn't think much was expected of me other than to
show face.

I was struck by how attractive the guests were. Some I knew, but most
were strangers. A modeling scout would have a field day with all the
gorgeous man-flesh around me. Come to think of it, many of the women were
more attractive than usual as well.

"Good to see you again David."

I recognized the voice and turned to see my construction manager all
decked out in a suit and looking way too fuckable. Ford Harris had
trimmed his dark beard and styled his hair, and the effect was going
right to my dick. He was about my height but with a larger build and I
knew from experience, very nice hair-covered muscles. "Hey, Ford."

"You look stunning this evening," his low voice purred sending little
charges to all the right places in my body. He took my free hand and
brought it to his lips as if I was some princess and damn if I didn't
feel faint when his lips brushed across my knuckles.

"Never considered myself to be a damsel to be saved by a handsome
prince." I joked.

Ford leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Oh, I'm no prince, and I'm not
here to save you. I'm more like the big bad wolf thinking of how good
you'll taste."

If it weren't for Bacchus's hand that all of a sudden pressed against my
back, I think my knees might have given out - or maybe I would have just
wrapped myself around Ford... Wow, that wine worked fast.

"No monopolizing our guest Ford. He needs to meet the others."

From that point, Bacchus stayed with me and introduced me to so many
people I had no way of keeping track or remembering all the names. I
wasn't sure if he was keeping close tabs to protect me from the hungry
looks of the other guests or to keep me from throwing myself at a few of
them. Because, damn, I was tempted.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before it was time to eat and I was directed
to a chair at the head table. Bacchus made a short speech about welcoming
me to Bacchus Springs and how happy he was to have me as part of his
inner circle. He promised an evening of fun and great food, and then the
feast began.

I had a great view of the other tables and was really surprised to spot
Jon in the crowd. We made eye contact, and he lifted his wineglass as if
toasting. He looked incredible, though I felt a little jealous as I saw
he was surrounded by some equally good-looking men, including Ben,
Matthew, and Blaze. I also couldn't miss that they were taking every
opportunity to touch my son.

"It's okay David. Let him have some fun," Bacchus whispered as he leaned
in.

Soon, dinner was finished, and Bacchus was dragging me across the bridge
to the lower level where tables had been cleared and moved out of the way
to create a dance floor. It was dark now, and the area was lit with large
multi-color lights strung between the columns that painted the area in
rainbows of color. The trees surrounding the terraces twinkled with tiny
white lights. Wine was still flowing freely, and servers continued making
the rounds to make sure no one held an empty glass.

"Do you like to dance David?"

"It's been a while..." I said as I both heard and felt the music rising
in volume. Soon it was too loud for conversation, and party lights and
strobes were added to the mix. I watched Bacchus move and felt my face
flush. The man was stunning and having his god-like mojo wasn't hurting.
All it took was a look, and my body was ready for him.

Between the wine and the music, it wasn't hard to lose myself in the
experience. I finished another glass of wine and handed it off to a
server. Bacchus was watching me with a smile I couldn't read, and then he
reached out and undid my tie, pulling it from me and unbuttoning the top
of my dress shirt. I was getting real warm, and I swear my heart was
pounding with the beat of the music. I could feel it in my bones.

The men and women moved around me, gyrating and flexing and occasionally
touching me as they passed. The music selection was eclectic but very
danceable - though I did notice a bit of a 'gay' theme. When it started
playing 'It's Raining Men' I burst out laughing, and within moments I was
indeed surrounded by men, with the women nudged out of the way. Hot,
gorgeous, men. Yeah, tall, blond, dark, and lean. All sizes and types
from Ford's tall dark, muscular manly build to blond, bodybuilder Brad.
Then Ben joined - the young jock I'd fucked across my desk. And damn, the
looks they were giving me. Wow, did they have moves. Some of the things
they were doing with their hips should be illegal!

I was having the best time I'd had in years. It had been forever since
I'd been to a club or gone dancing and I forgot how much I loved it. And
I wasn't the only one - to me; it looked like all the guests were equally
lost in the music. But it also made me wonder as some of the dancers'
moves looked almost choreographed like they'd done this so often they
moved together. It looked good - no better than good, it was hot. Men
with women, men with men, women with women, all doing the same dance -
like if they matched moves it amplified the hotness.

I found myself face to face with Brad and enjoyed watching the muscles
flex as he moved. He'd lost his jacket and dress shirt and had on a
tight, somewhat sweaty tank top. It looked good. He shadowed his hands
over my body as we danced and it was almost as erotic as if he'd been
touching me. They slipped under my jacket, and then he pulled it, so my
arms were trapped as it was half off. He moved in and ghosted his lips
over mine. Not quite kissing but causing me to lean forward and follow
him.

He shook his head no with a smile and then spun me around, so he was at
my back. His strong hands cupped my pecs, and his thumbs worked my
nipples as we moved to the music. I was breathing hard and ready to go
after him when he disappeared along with my jacket. I looked to see if I
could spot him in the crowd but no luck.

A new song began, and while I remembered it from the musical, I thought
it might be a bit old for most of the crowd. Didn't seem to matter as
they had this one choreographed as well. But the seduction factor had
gone up by ten. 'Gimme, Gimme, Gimme," vibrated in my bones and my
temperature went up along with my cock. The couples were way more
'handsy' than would ever be permitted in any club I'd visited. I felt the
heat of a body press into my back as arms wrapped around me. Hot hands
unbuttoned my shirt and slid inside. I felt the breath on my neck as my
body moved in sync with the stranger.

"I've found my man for after midnight," a voice rumbled in my ear. I was
amazed I could even hear or decipher what he said over the music. My cock
throbbed as his hands squeezed my pec and slid down my stomach and inside
my trousers. Just a tease then they were back around my sides and turning
me.

Damn, was he hot - dark and exotic and the way he was looking at me...
Rakesh ground his hips into mine, and I reached out to grip his firm ass.
It felt good in my hands, and he gave me a rakish smile. Then he stepped
back with a wink, and I was dancing by myself again.

Not only had I never been to a party like this, but I also didn't even
know such things happened and certainly not sponsored by the local
business bureau or clubs. The next song was 'AVF' by Stromae, and the
crowd cheered and damned if it didn't go over the top. A couple dancing
next to me seemed oblivious to where they were. She was a stunner, long
dark hair, olive skin and at the moment only clad in her bra, panties,
and wicked-high spike-heals. Her male partner still had pants, but that
was it. His hands were all over her, one inside her bra, obviously
squeezing her nipple while the other was so deep in her panties he had to
be finger fucking her. It was blatant enough I turned away and then
wished I hadn't.

Not sure how I could have missed it. The two men to my left had moved
beyond play. The blond looked like a model, and he was clearly balls deep
in his partner, a dark-haired twink who was enjoying a handjob from his
partner while he was fucked. I had to give them props for keeping time to
the beat.

My horny quotient was moving into the danger zone. But I swear I felt him
before I saw him. Dean. My Dean. Fuck he was beautiful and that smile. I
was lost. I was speechless - not that he'd have heard me anyway, but I
hadn't seen him all evening. And I had looked.

Dean moved into me and took my hands, dancing with me as his eyes raked
my body causing serious swelling issues. He leaned in and licked along my
jaw, then pulled back and gave me the most evil smile I'd ever seen. I
thought I might just cum in my pants. The music switched to 'Voulez
Vous,' and he spun me and then we were moving. Fast. I couldn't take my
eyes off of him. I had a moment to register how appropriate the title
was. My body moved like it had a mind of its own. Moving to mirror Dean's
sexy body.

When the song ended, there was silence. My head and ears were ringing as
my body tried to adjust to the sudden silence. Dean leaned in and
whispered in my ear.

"I will be here for you. No matter what happens or how bad you think it
is. I'm not letting you get away this time. It will all work out, trust
me." Then he stepped back, and I worried as I saw Rufus and another of
Bacchus's men lead Dean away.

"It's TIME!" Bacchus shouted over the speakers. I looked around in
confusion as the music picked up again. Then there were hands holding me
and moving me through the crowd back to the raised section of terrace -
across the bridge to where the head tables had been. They were gone,
replaced by two wide-padded benches, somewhat like reclining couches.

Bacchus was there with a golden chalice in hand. He held it out to me.

"Drink."

I took it and drank down the fiery liquid. Not too different from the
wine they'd been serving all evening.

He gripped my shoulders and turned me around. I felt somewhat exposed as
the guests all had a very clear view of us and even with the music
playing they were watching. I saw Rufus leading Jon across the bridge and
up to stand beside me.

"It's time for your initiation gentlemen," Bacchus said.

Even with the music, I heard him clearly. I watched curiously as he moved
behind Jon. Jon's shirt was already unbuttoned and open to his waist.
Somewhere along the way, he'd lost his shoes and socks. His dark hair was
tousled, and he looked divine. Bacchus gripped the collar of the shirt
and slid it off Jon's body then reached around and unfastened the clasp
on Jon's slacks. His hands stilled a moment, his eyes connecting with
mine to make sure I was watching.

His hand slid over Jon's crotch pulling the zipper down before he slid
the dress slacks over Jon's hips and to the ground.

I gulped. Jon was commando and his huge cock, one that could be the twin
of my own, stood hard and at attention. I looked him in the eyes and felt
a twinge of worry - he was somewhat unfocused, but his tongue darting
across his lips pulled my attention away and down his lean olive-skinned
body. I also realized he had Bacchus's mark and I could feel the pull
like I did with his other servants. I wondered briefly if he was
experiencing what I did that first time. Would he even remember? Had
Bacchus already fucked him? More questions filled my mind, but I pushed
them aside - because it really didn't matter.

Jon was beautiful. A dark treasure trail began at his belly-button and
led down to a neatly trimmed dark bush, and then a cock any man would
have been proud to carry.

Bacchus pushed Jon forward until we were almost touching. I could feel
his body heat and stared into his eyes.

"Please..." Jon whimpered.

I didn't even think before I closed the distance and kissed him. He
opened to me immediately, and our tongues danced as I savored the taste
of him. He was enthusiastic in his kissing, and I was vaguely aware that
Bacchus had unfastened and dropped my pants. I could feel Jon's smooth,
warm body press against my own. Our hard cocks rubbing together.

That voice in the back of my head that had been keeping me from Jon was
silent. There was no recrimination or judgment, but there was urgency and
need and the voice I could hear was telling me I needed to make it good
for him. I needed to show Jon how spectacular sex could be. His lips, his
tongue, and his cock were all communicating that this is what he wanted -
with no reservations.

I guided him back to one of the couches, helping him to lie down and then
knelt over top of him. I continued our kiss and let my hands roam over
his body. I could feel his hardness pressed against me and couldn't wait
any longer. I kissed down his neck to his chest. I looked at his dark,
swollen nipples and wondered if he'd inherited that from me as well. I
teasingly ran my tongue over the nib, and Jon moaned and arched his back.
Yup, got that too. His nipples were hard-wired to his cock and extremely
sensitive. I continued to suck and tease at his nipples as he thrust
against me.

I could feel the wetness leaking from him and decided to move on. I
kissed down his tight, abs and followed the treasure trail. His cock was
so hard that the head was purple and shiny with pre-cum. I ran my tongue
over it, elliciting another moan. Jon lifted himself on his elbows and
watched me.

"If you want me to stop," I said it loudly but still didn't know if he'd
hear me. He must have at least understood because he shook his head no. I
licked the shaft and head again capturing every bit of his sweet juice. I
took him into my mouth again and watched his eyes as I slowly lowered
myself. Bacchus had already given me that gift, one I'd put to good use
on Blaze and Matthew. I had no gag reflex, and while it didn't come with
skills, I could at least take the monster all the way down my throat.
When you're swallowing a foot long dick that's as big around as your
wrist, that's saying something.

I couldn't keep up eye contact and position my head right to get him down
my throat, but his body was telling me all I needed to know. His hands
gripped the padding like he was hanging on for dear life and every muscle
was taut. Yeah, I give good head. A couple more bobs up and down using my
throat muscles to stroke him and I felt the cock thicken. He gasped, and
then I pulled back enough to let his eruption fill my mouth. I sucked the
head and swirled my tongue as he gave me stream after stream of his sweet
seed. I loved it and savored it as I licked him clean.

I wasn't surprised he'd cum so quickly. If he was half as turned on as I
was, I was amazed he lasted that long. When I finished on his cock, I
gave a tongue bath to his balls then gently lifted his legs to expose his
dark rosebud. I tentative ran my tongue over it and watched for a
reaction.

Another gasp when he threw his head back. He looked back at me with eyes
wide in disbelief. I gave him a smile and dove into his sweet little
pucker. I licked, sucked, nibbled, and tongue fucked his opening until he
was gasping and squirming. Definitely, my son - he seemed to share all
the same hot buttons. I felt his hand tighten in my hair and if I didn't
want to lose a clump of it, I let him drag me up to his face.

He kissed me, crushing his lips against my own.

"Fuck me. NOW!" Jon shouted over the music when he released my mouth.

I thought I should ask if he was sure. This was a big step, but the look
in his eyes made me rethink that. Seeing that lust filled, fierce look in
my son was a little scary and unnerving. I moved back to give his rosebud
a little more love and worried I didn't have lube.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Blaze - bottle in hand.
He gave me a smile and pumped lube into my hand. Part of me wanted to
figure out how he knew and why he happened to be standing there ready
with a bottle of lube, but Jon's complaints brought me back to the
moment.

I eased my slick fingers into him and gradually opened him up. He
squirmed and pressed himself against my hand as if trying to get me
deeper in his tunnel. I was dimly aware of the crowd around us, and I
turned to see if they were watching. Some were, others were busy in their
own naked adventures. I felt Jon's muscles squeeze my fingers and resumed
my work. When I got to four, I figured he was as ready as he could be.

I put my cock to his opening; I could feel the smooth, slick flesh and
the heat from his body. Jon was watching intently. I pressed against him,
and after a bit of resistance, the head slipped past the tight outer
ring. Jon grunted, and his eyes stared at where my cock was penetrating
him. Yes, it looked huge, and even I wondered how it could all fit inside
Jon, then I remembered Bacchus telling me I didn't have to worry about
that anymore. He never said why, or how but my gut said to trust him.

Jon reached up and pulled on my arm. I leaned in, and he bent to kiss me
then wrapped his legs around my ass and pulled me in. I heard him curse
and throw his head back as my cock slid deeper inside him. Fuck he was
tight - the walls of his ass and the ring of muscle were squeezing me so
hard I wasn't sure I could move. I held still and focused on kissing him,
and gradually his body relaxed and he opened a little more. I slid a
little deeper, and I felt more than heard him grunt.

I pulled back to look him in the eye. I wanted to make sure I wasn't
hurting him - I wanted this to be good. His eyes were still glazed but
there was a smile, and I could feel his legs pressing tighter against my
ass. His hands moved down my back and joined in the effort to pull me in
deeper.

I finally bottomed out and felt our bodies press together. God, was he
ever good, like his love tunnel, was made just for my cock. He started
flexing and moving his legs to get me to thrust. I obliged, but slowly
and gently. I was determined this would be making love, not a lust driven
fuck. I leaned back down and kissed him as my cock filled him and
stretched out his virgin ass. From what I could tell, he was enjoying
every second. Given my size, my only guess was that Bacchus had given Jon
the same blessing as he'd given me.

I knew I couldn't last long. The whole evening seemed to be building up
to this moment -like being edged. Jon's kissing became more desperate
then he pulled away and squeezed his eyes closed. I couldn't hear what
sound he made over the pounding music, but I had to guess it was a cry of
pleasure because I felt his muscles stiffen and his ass clenched and
squeezed like he was trying to crush my cock. It was all it took to push
me over the edge, and I felt the cum rush through me and pump deep into
his gut. I managed a few more gentle thrusts and collapsed against him as
I tried to catch my breath.

He captured my lips again and gave me a gentle kiss bringing me back to
the moment. Very carefully I put my weight on my arms and pulled out. Jon
put his hand on my arm and pulled me forward until he leaned up and took
my dripping cock into his mouth and sucked it clean. The look in his eyes
was about to break my heart. It was full love and lust and contentment.

I was just getting ready to lick his ass and clean him up when I felt
multiple hands gently pulling me away. I turned and caught my breath.
Three young men, I'd guess younger than Jon, stood before me in all their
naked glory. Any of the three could have been the model for Adonis; they
were all olive skinned and perfectly smooth. Two had a tumble of dark
brown curls and the other had thick dark waves that reached his
shoulders.

They had an other-worldly feel to them like Bacchus, almost as if they
were radiating power. One of the young men with curly hair turned my face
to him and kissed me. I could feel him in my mind.

"Come, we wish to lie with you." His voice echoed in my head. "I am Eros,
and the others are my brother Himeros and my son Pothos."

I think my brain shut down and turned over control to my cock. I followed
them to the other couch and let them position me on my back. I thought my
lust for Jon was overwhelming, but it didn't compare to what these
beautiful young men did to me. It felt like when I was in Bacchus's
presence, and I knew I couldn't say "no." I would gladly let them use me
any way they wanted.


*   Scene 5   *
Jon Martinez

I couldn't believe this was happening. I felt like I was in a dream -
nothing was quite right. The lights seemed odd, the music too
distracting. I'd been dancing with the other guys. I loved watching them,
and the way they touched me and danced with me made me feel special. I
was worried that maybe I'd had too much of the wine. I kept trying to
push it away, but then one of them would hand me a new glass - sometimes
even holding me as they tipped it to my lips.

I was also way too warm. I couldn't remember what I'd done with my shoes,
but I clearly remembered Blaze taking my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt.
I'd enjoyed that. But now... I'd been led up onto the raised terrace
surrounded by the Koi ponds and colonnade. Bacchus was there with Dad,
and my god, he looked gorgeous. He could have just stepped off of the
pages of one of those cologne ads. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing off
his muscled chest and abs with the dark silky hair that covered his pecs
and made a perfect line right down the center of his abs and into his...
unbuttoned pants. Oh, god. I think I'm going to pass out.

"It's okay, Jon. This is what you wanted." Bacchus had come around behind
me and spoke directly into my ear as he slid my shirt off and then
unfastened and dropped my pants. He gripped my shoulders and pushed me
forward as I stepped out of my pants. I was so close to Dad I could feel
the heat from his body.

I wanted him so badly it hurt, and I knew it wasn't just me. I could tell
from his eyes. "Please," I said.

Then he reached out, putting his hand behind my head and pulled me into a
kiss. I think my brain short-circuited and I was afraid that my legs
might forget to hold me up. But the kiss... the kiss was amazing, and I
pressed into him and could feel his rock hard cock pressing against my
own.

I lost myself in his kisses and touch. Rational thought abandoned me, and
all my focus was on his body, the feel of him and getting the most
pleasure I could. I hated how quickly I came in his mouth - I'd really
wanted it to last longer, and then he was rimming me. Oh, god, that was
the most incredible pleasure. My need built and the waves of pleasure
undid whatever control or self-preservation remained. I wanted, no needed
his cock inside me. When it finally happened I knew I was hooked. Rimming
was great, his cock buried to the hilt in my gut was heaven. It was
wonderful - like we were made to fit together. And fuck if he didn't go
so damned slow!

I wanted to cry when I orgasmed and felt him erupt in my body. I didn't
want it to be over. It had been perfect, better than I'd ever imagined or
dreamed. What if he didn't ever want me again? I think it would kill
me... I couldn't let him go.

I felt a strong hand hold me back as I reached for Dad. Three beautiful
young men were pulling him away. I wanted to hold onto him just a bit
longer.

"It's okay Jon. He's yours now. I promise you'll have him again."

I turned to see Bacchus giving me a comforting smile and then realized
he'd spoken in my head. He'd never done that before. He released my
shoulder and stepped toward where they'd taken Dad.

I wondered how much of what I was seeing was real and how much was my
imagination. Everything still felt "off," not quite right. Bacchus was
pouring a bright glowing red liquid into Dad's mouth as the others held
him down. His whole body started to glow, and then they adjusted him on
the couch so his head hung over the end and his legs were draped over the
shoulders of one of the guys with curly hair. Oh... wow... that's hot.
The other curly headed Adonis had straddled Dad and was lowering himself
to take Dad's cock in his ass while the other guy slid his dick into
Dad's mouth.

I felt a wet tongue on my hole, startling me and I looked down to see
Bacchus between my legs. He resumed licking me and began sucking Dad's
load out of my ass. I was just getting into it and had closed my eyes
when I felt silky hair brush across my chest. I opened my eyes, and my
first reaction was to try and move, but Bacchus had such a firm grip on
my lower body I was trapped.

No... this couldn't be happening I thought as I saw the beautiful Indian
girl swing her leg over me and straddle my stomach. She leaned down and
bit my nipple causing me to arch my back and groan. I felt her wetness
against my still hard cock and tried to pull away again. Then she slid
down, and I gasped. She took all of me deep inside her hot, wet pussy.

I didn't want it to feel good. I didn't want her to do this. "I'm GAY!" I
screamed trying to be heard over the music. Either she didn't hear or
didn't care. She grabbed a nipple in each hand and began teasing them and
then I felt Bacchus push his thick cock into my ass.

It was too much. Oh fuck. She was moving, sliding up and down on me as
she tortured my tits and Bacchus fucked me. My brain wouldn't work, I
couldn't think the pleasure was overwhelming, and I was already close to
cumming again. Bacchus wasn't quite as big as Dad, but he was still
hitting my prostate with each thrust. Added to the wet tightness stroking
my cock and the teasing of my nipples I was done for. I felt my body
explode with one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever had. I didn't just
see stars; I think I might have passed out. If it wasn't for the almost
unbearable sensations from my dick and my ass I might have stayed out.
But they didn't stop! Bacchus continued fucking me and the girl kept
riding me - the sensation in my dick was so intense it was almost
torture, and then it hit me, and I orgasmed again.

Maybe I did pass out. The next thing I knew Bacchus was kissing me and
the girl was gone. But Blaze and the three beautiful guys who I'd seen
take Dad were standing around me. I could feel the heat in my face -
realizing I was completely naked and sprawled out like a whore while all
these gorgeous guys looked on.

"Open for me." Bacchus's voice echoed in my head.

I opened my mouth and saw him lift a glowing vile to my lips.

"Drink."

The liquid was hot and thick, and heat spread down my throat and through
my body. It wasn't anything like wine. I don't know words to describe how
it tasted or felt. I started feeling light headed and floaty.

"Jon, do you remember all those pretty boys you saw by the pool?" Bacchus
asked in my head.

I nodded and blushed. It was a gay boy's dream smorgasbord. Yes, I
remembered them all too clearly, feeling like if he didn't hold me down,
I might just float away.

"Good, you're going to get to have every single one of them as soon as
Eros and the others are done with you. Enjoy." Bacchus stood and moved
away and then what he said sunk in and I gasped as my brain made the
connection. I saw the wavy-haired guy smile at me as he closed in and his
warm, soft lips took mine. I opened to him and moaned as he moved me
back, so my head hung over the edge of the couch. His cock replaced his
lips, and I opened to take him in as I felt another at my entrance.

I would have cried out when a hot ass slid down on my dick but by that
point, the cock was all the way into my throat, and I couldn't make a
sound.


*   Scene 6   *
David Martinez

I kept telling myself that this couldn't be happening. Even with drugs,
there was no way I could have stayed hard this long or had so many
orgasms. It just wasn't humanly possible. But it was happening again, and
I was almost there. Brad had me on my hands and knees while he fucked me
and damn he was good. He had one hand on my nipple and one wrapped around
my dick as he slowly fucked me hard and deep. I loved the feel of his
powerful muscles wrapped around my body - pressed tightly against my back
as he took me. And then I was shooting again, my load squirting out on
the couch and coating his hand as my ass squeezed him and made him lose
his load in my gut.

Another amazing fact, my ass didn't hurt. You'd think after being fucked
by as many guys as I'd taken tonight I'd be at least raw and sore if not
in the hospital. But no, I felt fantastic and was ready for more.

Brad was just the latest in a long line of hot, studly men. Ford was the
first after the Adonis triplets were done with me. He'd taken me on my
back and made love to me. It was erotic and gentle and wonderful. He
wasn't nearly as big as Jon or Bacchus but it had felt so good, and he
was so fucking sexy. Then the town's mayor took me, then the sheriff.

I'd thought Rakesh would be one of the better ones from the way he danced
with me. Though he was hot, he insisted taking me from behind, and I
could tell he thought he was 'dominating' me. He was rough and bossy and
was pretty much focused on his own pleasure, not mine. Oh, I let him fuck
me, but I think I'll have to set him straight before too long. I'm no
one's bitch, and he was way too caught up in himself. Odd, but none of
the others were like that.

And there were others, men I'd seen or at least been introduced to, but I
couldn't remember their names. After a while, I really didn't care as
long as they made me feel good. I hoped I remembered this night's
activity and didn't have to wait weeks to put the pieces together. There
were several men I wanted to keep in mind. Certainly Brad and Ford, but
some of the others too.

"You ready for another go, Mr. Martinez," Ben asked as he knelt in front
of me. "I can lick you clean or get Dad's load out of your pussy while
you recharge."

"Ben, I'll clean up his load. You get back here and work on getting
mine," Brad said.

I think my eyes rolled back into my head when their mouths began working
me. Damn, what a talented family. I vaguely remembered Ben had ridden me
a couple of times already when I'd been in the throes of being fucked.
And I was more than okay with doing him again; he had a tight, firm jock-
body and a very talented bottom. Maybe as good as his Dad's.


*   Scene 7   *
David Martinez

Who left the light on? Was my first thought and then realized it was the
sun. It was morning. I groaned and turned my head into the pillow. That's
when I realized I was snuggled up to a warm, sexy body that smelled
incredible. I kissed along his neck and shoulder and spooned in tighter.

"Mmmm. Good morning Tiger. You smell and feel divine." I licked his ear
and had a flashback of how good it felt being balls deep in his ass. The
ass that was pressed tightly against my morning wood.

Since he barely stirred I figured last night had really wiped him out. I
kissed him again and crawled out of bed. A shower would feel really good.
I don't remember how I got to bed or even back into the house. Parts of
the evening were a bit... "blurry."

As I showered, I checked my ass to see how bad the damage was. How about
that... it was as tight, clean, and 'normal' as it was any other day of
my life. I wasn't sure how that was possible, but with everything else
I'd seen I decided to accept it and move on.

The only clothes I could find were what I had been wearing the night
before. Well, except for my underwear. It never occurred to me to pack a
bag because I'd had no expectation at staying over. When I walked back
through the bedroom, I paused to look at Jon sleeping. He was
beautiful... and to think we'd made love. I felt almost giddy - it had
been so good. Better than I'd dreamed.

I was surprised when I stepped into the hallway to find Blaze waiting for
me.

"Morning David."

"So you speaking to me now?" I snarked.

"Yup. You okay with that?"

"I'm still pissed at you for ignoring my calls."

"Now that you're off restrictions, I could make it up to you," Blaze said
with an evil smile.

"Thought you replaced me with Jon. I noticed you had no trouble giving
him your attention."

"Don't be jealous, David. You know that we have to follow Bacchus's
orders and while Jon was great, I prefer you."

"Oh, so now you're going to sweet talk me?" I tried to hold back the
smile, but it wasn't working.

"I know of some things to do with my mouth that are better than talking
but if you insist. For right now, though, I'm supposed to take you to
breakfast."

"Always changing the subject and running off."

Blaze turned and had me pushed up against the wall before I'd even
realized he moved. His mouth was on mine, and his body ground against me
as his tongue tried to crawl down my throat. My morning wood went from
uncomfortable to painful. Blaze pulled away, but his hand was firmly
wrapped around my erection through my slacks.

"Fuck, David. You are so amped up you're making me vibrate." He kissed me
again. "My ass, my mouth and my cock are at your disposal." He bit my
lower lip. "Whenever and where ever you want me. As long as the boss-man
doesn't object."

I took a deep breath and could taste Blaze's lust on my tongue. I'd
always loved the way he smelled, but now I could swear that he had a
'taste' as well. He'd stepped away and waited which was about the only
thing allowing me to pull myself back together and not just rip his
clothes off and fuck him in the hallway. Oh, god... don't even think it.
The brief image had me already dripping.

We made it to the dining room without me embarrassing myself further.
Bacchus was seated at the long ornate table - already eating.

"Good morning David! Please, sit down, and we'll get you some food."

"I'm really not hungry," I said sitting down next to him. I tried not to
notice how sexy he was or how much my body wanted to unwrap him from his
robe.

"You'll need to be careful of that until your body adjusts. You may have
had your fill of sex and lust, but your body still needs real food."

A plate heaped with food was placed in front of me, along with a steaming
cup of coffee. "This is too much. I'll get fat."

Bacchus laughed, the sound alone making me smile. "No, David. You can't
get fat, no matter what you eat. You also can't get drunk... a little
buzzed maybe but that's it. Your body will stay as fit and beautiful as
it is for as long as I choose. Your hair and beard will still grow, but
that's about it."

I felt like I should argue about how that wasn't possible, but then I
would have also said it was impossible that I looked 25 or that I'd had
sex with... damn... I wasn't even sure how many men, with not even a red
pucker to show for it. That I'd had more orgasms in one night than I'd
had in the last month. Maybe this is all a dream, and I'm in some lab
somewhere hooked up to machines and living in a virtual reality.

"How do you feel?" Bacchus's question broke through my thoughts.

"Pretty great, actually. I'll get to work as soon as I finish breakfast.
I'll have to go home and change first of course."

"No, I want you to take it easy today. Maybe work from home the rest of
the week as well. I'd suggest avoiding too many people until you adjust.
Eros or one of the others will likely stop by to check on you and explain
things."

"Explain things?"

"You are now one of the Erotes - perhaps not quite as strong, not being
born of the gods. But you'll develop many of their powers and between my
mark and that of Aphrodite, you are no longer strictly 'human.'"

"What do you mean, not human? I'm like a satyr now?"

"No, you're still my servant and disciple, and you are also a servant of
Aphrodite. You have or will gain powers related to love, lust, and sex.
You will help bring more men and women into our fold."

I heard what he said but couldn't quite figure out what it meant to me or
what he expected me to do.

"David, please eat."

I realized I'd not even touched my food. Nothing wrong with it, I just
wasn't hungry. I forced myself to take a bite and heard my stomach
rumble.

"I'll ask Dean to make sure you eat. He should be in shortly. You and Jon
will need to be watched through your transition. Dean should also be able
to help keep you grounded."

As soon as he mentioned Dean's name, I felt ill. Like the bite, I'd eaten
had just turned into a large boulder in my gut. Oh, god. How could I face
him after last night? I'd fucked half the town! So much for proving my
undying love and holding out for him. I heard the door behind me and
looked frantically around the room for a way out. I couldn't face him.

"Good morning, David." Dean's voice - so calm and loving sent ice into my
blood.

"David..." I heard Bacchus's voice but couldn't process. I was shaking,
and my brain was spiraling. I'd failed. I'd screwed up and lost the one
man I truly loved. It was over... that's all there was too it. Dean would
find out and never speak to me again. Jon would hate me for embarrassing
him and using him in front of all those people. I'd be all alone...

I felt burning hands grip my face and was all of a sudden caught in deep
brown eyes with glowing sparkles. My thoughts faded and I just stared
into those handsome eyes...

"You are okay David. It was just a panic attack. Dean is here now, and
he's not going anywhere without you. He loves you, David. You have
nothing to fear." Bacchus's voice was strong and clear, and I wasn't sure
if I heard it with my ears or my mind.

"I'm here, David." Dean's soft voice brought a choking sob to my lips.
Then I felt him. I was no longer pushed up against the table because
there was enough room that Dean sat on my lap straddling me. His warm,
soft lips pressed against mine as his hands cupped my face. "I love you."

I let out another sob. Fuck it, David. Get a grip on yourself, I screamed
in my head. The kiss was perfect. Dean was perfect. He smelled like
sandalwood and spice and tasted like home. Our mouths fit together
perfectly; our tongues danced like old partners. I wrapped my arms around
him and pulled him close.

"We can be together now..." Dean whispered in my ear.

I turned to find Bacchus, giving him a questioning look.

"Yes, David. Your initiation is complete. While you still have some
changes to go through, it will be better with Dean at your side."

I kissed Dean again. I had so many questions that I didn't even know
where to begin.


*   Scene 8   *
Jon Martinez

Damn it. I wish Ashley had given me her number so I could cancel our
lunch date. I didn't want to leave the house. What if someone saw me?
They'd all be looking at me, pointing, laughing. What if I ran into
someone who'd fucked me and I didn't even know it - just saw them smirk
at me and I'd have to wonder if I carried their load in my gut.

I'd expected to have it pour out of me when I'd used the toilet - I
didn't remember much, but I had enough snippets to know I should have
been stuffed full. But nothing. No redness, no swelling, as tight as I'd
ever been.

The drive home after breakfast had been awkward. Not because of Dad -
he'd been so sweet and loving. It was because of the others, the ones I
couldn't remember. Dad had been super understanding and told me not to
worry about it that my memories would come back in time. Bacchus had
explained a bit of what happened, and it helped make sense of the random
images I was getting. But it was still tough to wrap my brain around the
fact that Dad and I had sex in front of a crowd. I felt a smile spread
across my face and a warm glow filled me. That part I remembered...
better than I'd ever hoped. Sleeping in Dad's arms was pretty nice too.

I definitely wasn't a virgin anymore.

I put the sunglasses on and then pulled my hoodie over the baseball cap.
Short of a fake beard I wasn't sure what else to do. As I walked into
town, I felt like everyone was watching me and judging me - "Hey, look!
There's the guy who got fucked senseless last night." I looked around
nervously when I stepped into the diner and then spotted Ashley in a
booth at the back.

"Oh, Jon!" Ashley burst into laughter as she stood and hugged me.

I scooted into the booth with my back to the rest of the diner, hoping no
one would notice me.

"Don't tell me you thought that was going to make you go unnoticed."

I felt the heat rush to my face. "Can you keep it down?" I pleaded
glancing behind me.

She reached out and pulled off my aviators then pushed my hoodie back,
pulled off my cap and ran her fingers through my hair. "Oh, honey. You
are way too gorgeous to hide and please that hair is so sexy."

I groaned. The last thing I wanted to hear was 'sexy.' I scowled at her
trying to figure out how quickly I could bug out. I'm not sure she even
noticed before the waitress set our plates down in front of us. Food I
hadn't ordered.

"Hope you don't mind, Jon. I went ahead and ordered for you. You need to
eat."

What the fuck? Does everyone know more about what's going on than I do?
Bacchus had said the same thing when I joined Dad and Dean for breakfast.
"Thanks," I grumbled. I didn't want to come off like a total jerk. I
looked at the plate and couldn't help but smile - a double bacon
cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake.

"You're welcome," Ashley said with a self-satisfied smile.

"How'd you know?"

"You're a boy."

I grinned and took a bite. Damn, it was so good. For a few brief seconds,
I forgot about everything. Then she had to go and bring me back to
reality.

"How are you doing?" Ashley asked.

"Totally freakin' out. I think I've lost my mind, maybe gone insane. And
I know everyone is staring at me."

"Yeah, they probably are, but not for the reasons 'you' think. And while
I can understand the freaking out part, you are not going insane. I
promise."

"You have no fucking idea," I snarked. If she knew what Bacchus said or
what had happened, then she'd know I was cracked.

"Oh, I think I do. So we're going to talk about it."

"HERE?" I squeaked.

"Yes, here. I told you, I've lived here all my life. My Dad's in
Bacchus's inner circle. My brother is a satyr. My mother works for
Bacchus and knows the inside scoop. So yeah, I do understand."

I shoved a French fry into my mouth and glared, waiting to hear what
she'd say next.

"First off, the disguise, even if it was a good one, wouldn't work.
Anyone from Bacchus Springs, certainly any servants, would feel you a
block away. You've got so much Greek God mojo in you that you shine like
a beacon of lust. They're not staring at you because of what you 'did,'
they're staring at you because of what you 'are.'"

"Oh, and what am I?" I took a sip of my shake wondering what she'd say.

"Daddy said you and your dad are Erotes. Servants of both Aphrodite and
Bacchus. He said eventually, you'd learn to control it and not be so
obvious. I doubt you even realize it, but you're putting off pretty
potent waves of lust. So everyone looking at you is probably caught up in
their own erotic fantasies - likely starring you."

"I'm not lusting. I think I'd know. Shit, I'm too freaked out to even
think about sex."

Ashley laughed as she dug into her salad. "No honey, it's not 'your'
lust. You generate lust in others."

"You don't seem to be affected."

"I am. Just in a different way. Would it make you feel better if I said I
wanted to rip your clothes off and devour you? Slide down on that monster
cock and let you take my cherry as you fuck me into a stupor?"

"You DO?" I was somehow both fascinated and appalled.

"What I asked was: Would it make you feel better..."

"Oh." Well, that was embarrassing. "So... you know what happened last
night?" I figured if I was going to be embarrassed might as well just go
all in.

"Yes. Blaze and Daddy both went into detail on their descriptions."

"Guess you probably know more than I do then."

"The memories will come back. I remember when Blaze went through his
initiation. Not remembering was one of the things that really freaked him
out. For him, it took about a month until all the details came back."

"Why does everyone keep calling it an 'initiation?'"

"Because it is. Every adult male in Bacchus Springs and the females who
aren't breeders go through it. Yours and your Dad's was a little
different because of the whole 'Erotes' thing and Aphrodite's
involvement. Other than that everyone gets their 'gang bang' welcome.
Yours was a much bigger deal than the usual. Between your Dad being inner
circle and Aphrodite it was quite the blowout."

"I had sex with my own Dad, in front of everyone." I'm not sure what
reaction I expected - shock maybe? Certainly not what I got.

"Blaze and Daddy both said it was the hottest ever." There was way too
much glee in her voice. "They also said having Eros, Himeros, and Pothos
take both you and your dad was a once in a lifetime spectacle. Daddy said
there was so much lust it turned into a massive orgy. Even the guests who
weren't part of the initiation got naked and fucked like mad. I wish I
could have seen it!"

I wondered if my face was as red as the heat I felt. "You're not
appalled?"

"Goodness no. My god, Jon. Besides Bacchus, you and your dad are now the
hottest guys in Bacchus Springs. You'll adjust to your new powers, and
the memories will come back, and then you'll adjust. You just have to
give it time."

"But everyone knows! They saw my own Dad fuck me!" I glanced around
nervously as I realized I'd gotten louder and louder as I spoke.

"And other than how hot it was - they don't care. Might actually help you
get some space and time to cope. If you've got your dad - who's
supermodel sexy to take care of you, they'll just assume they don't have
a chance and won't bother you."

"Oh, my god," I moaned into my hands.

"It's going to be okay, Jon. Besides, you've got me. I can help you -
talk things through. If I don't have answers, my dad or Blaze probably
do. I just want you to know that it 'WILL' work out and someday, you're
going to love your new life."

I realized my plate was clean. I'd polished every bit. "Thanks. How much
do I owe ya?"

"My treat. That's what friends are for."

"So, you're my friend now? Why?"

"I like you, Jon Martinez. You're not only the prettiest boy in town;
you've got brains. I think I'll keep you."

I laughed. "You do remember I'm gay, right?"

"Minor inconvenience. You did okay by Chet last night. The poor girl can
barely walk today. But don't feel bad she said you gave her more orgasms
than she'd ever had from a guy before."

"Oh, shit." My head was back in my hands, and I could feel the heat. So
that was real too? I'd fucked a girl and if the glimpses of memory I'd
had were real - more than once.

Ashley leaned across the table and kissed me. On the lips. Like, for
real. I was so confused.

"So, I'll stop by and check on you. You like chocolate?"

"Of course," I answered without even thinking.

"Good, I'll make one of my Chocolate Orgasm cakes for you. I got the
recipe from Ronnie. It's amazing. You'll see. I just have to get Blaze to
stop by to get the special ingredient."

"The what..." My brain was screaming that I should be suspicious, but
when she smiled and winked, and I sort of forgot.

I walked home in a daze. I have no idea if anyone was staring or watching
me because I was caught up in my own thoughts. Ashley somehow made my
brain stop working while making me feel really good inside. By the time I
got home, I was fairly calm. I stepped in the front door and pushed the
door close, and it hit me.

Oh, god. The smell, the taste on my tongue. I groaned as I leaned against
the wall. My cock had gone from oblivious to raging hardon. My nipples
ached, and my ass was twitching.

"Jon? Is that you?" I heard my dad's voice yelling, and it took me a
moment to respond.

"Yeah, Dad. Just got home." I stepped out of the mudroom and into the
main hall. Dad was standing in his office door. He was wearing snug jeans
and a tight tee. I think I might have been drooling.

"Hey, Tiger. Weird question for you... do you smell something? Sort of
like vanilla and pecans and... I don't know... sex?"

I was struggling. His cock was bulging down his leg and looked to be as
hard as my own. I thought about what he'd asked and had to shake my head
then take a deep breath. No, I was getting something different. "Yeah I
smell something, but it's better than that. Cedar and musk and a little
bit of campfire." And a whole lot o' raunchy, mind-blowing sex, but I
wasn't going to say that.

"Well, Bacchus said it would be strange for a few days. Your lunch go
okay?"

"It was nice. So you think they'll make me do one of those arranged
marriage things?"

"Bacchus hasn't said, but we just got here. From what Dean told me they
usually wait until you're out of college, or at least close."

"Hmm. Well if he does, I hope he picks Ashley."

"Ooooo. You like her? Wait, I thought you were gay."

"I am. But she makes me feel good. If I have to, it wouldn't be so bad
with her."

"What a Cassanova you are. She is the prettiest girl in town. You do
realize she's Sheriff Campbell's daughter?"

"Yeah." I walked past Dad into his office and sat in one of the leather
wing chairs.

"Uh-oh. What's on your mind?" Dad asked as he sat down on the edge of his
desk. I wish he hadn't done that. His muscled legs bulged a bit and
lifted his cock to front and center, making the outline in his jeans all
too clear.

"So are you ever going to do me again?" There I asked.

"'Do you?' No. What we did was a lot more special than that. I'll be
honest though; it still freaks me out a bit. Not that I didn't think it
was the best sex ever - I did. But I don't want to hurt you in any way. I
don't want to make you uncomfortable or put you in an awkward spot. So...
here's the deal. If you want us - you and me - to have a physical
relationship, then you've got to make the call. And if you decide yes,
then change your mind, it stops. No questions, no arguments. I'm sorry if
that seems like a cop-out, but I don't trust my own judgement on this
one."

"What do you want?" I could see the struggle on his face, but I also
noticed his cock twitching as he tried to readjust himself.

"I want it bad. It's taking all my control not to touch you and pick up
where we were last night." His voice came out with a pained sigh.

"Good. Then from now on, no lies, no hiding our feelings or what we want.
You want to fuck me, you tell me."

"And if I want you to fuck me?" Dad asked.

I thought my heart might just explode, or maybe that was my cock. Holy
shit! "Uhm, I guess we could work something out," I stammered.

He stood up and walked over to me. He took my hand and pulled me up,
wrapping his arms around me as his lips closed on mine. I sighed as that
wonderful scent surrounded me. It was him... the musky, woodsy scent was
Dad and fuck if it didn't make me want him even more. Our kiss was slow
and sensuous, and I was sad when he pulled away.

"Might as well get it out of the way now. You'll have to share me."

"Yeah, with who?" I figured I already knew and wasn't sure it was really
relevant if what Bacchus had told me was true. It sounded like Dad, and I
would be sharing lots.

"Dean."

"Thought so. He gonna move in?"

"Geez. We haven't got that far, and besides, he's married to Kelly."

"Yeah, but he's in love with you, and I've seen the way he looks at you."

"You think?" Dad asked, but I saw the wistful, goofy look in his eyes.

"Yeah. Course Ethan will be bummed. He was hoping to keep you for
himself, especially when I go back to school."

"Guess he'll have to share too," Dad laughed.

"Dad..."

"Yeah, Tiger."

"Do you think sometime, maybe you and Dean could share me? I've been
having this fantasy since we moved here and from what I remember from
last night. A threesome is pretty awesome."

"Oh, I think we could. Let's hold off on telling Dean though. I'm not
sure we're quite ready."

The doorbell rang interrupting our moment. I pulled out of Dad's arms and
headed out to see who it was. All I could see through the glass was a
large bouquet of flowers and thought it odd, but hey, what do I know.
Maybe someone was sending Dad flowers to congratulate him.

"Hello, Can I help you?" I said opening the door. The delivery guy
turned, and I forgot my name and why I was there.

"Hey. Could we talk?" Jake Donaldson asked still holding the huge bouquet
of flowers.

"Uhm..." Oh, god it was him. jock frat boy, my wet-dream fantasy... on my
front porch... talking to me. Oh, fuck. Ben's brother.

"Everything okay? Jon? Jon? Hey, I'm David. Please, come in."

I was vaguely aware of Dad greeting Jake, and I realized I was still
staring with my mouth open.

"Can I take those and put them in a vase?" Dad asked.

"They're for Jon."

"I figured. Come on in. Have a seat. Jon will join you when his brain
catches up. Can I get you a soda? Your Brad's son, right?"

"That would be great, and yes sir. Ben's my brother."

I heard Dad laughing and realized they'd moved into the family room. "Oh,
yeah. I've had the pleasure. I didn't see you at the party."

"No, sir. Bacchus locked me in a room at the house. Otherwise, I wouldn't
have missed it."

I walked into the family room and saw Jake sitting on the couch. Dad was
handing him a Coke. "There he is. I'll give you some privacy while I put
these in water."

"Sorry about that. I'm Jon, Jon Martinez by the way." I reached out a
hand and almost gasped as the jolt surged up my arm and directly to my
dick. Damn, he was even hotter than I'd remembered.

"Jake Donaldson. Could we talk for a minute?"

"Uhm... sure." I was struggling to concentrate. My brain was in overdrive
cataloging every inch for later. He was more muscled than Ben, and his
hair was more blond than light brown with all the highlights. His face
was also more masculine than Ben's and he smelled... wonderful. I took a
deep breath and savored it. He smelled like sunshine, the ocean, sand and
the beach - maybe a little pina colada. It made me picture him in a tiny
speedo on a Caribbean beach.

"Geez, and I thought Benny was bad with his mojo. You're killin' me."

"Sorry," I said, startled to realize I'd been off in my own world.

"Bacchus warned me, but goodness. So, I'm just going to cut straight to
it. Would you go on a date with me?"

"Say what?"

"A date. I wanted to track you down after you ran into me that day, but
Bacchus said I wasn't allowed. He said I had to avoid you until after,
you know?"

"Avoid me? After what?" My brain was not keeping up.

"He didn't say why. And I had to wait until your initiation. That was
last night. He said I could talk to you now. I wanted you to know that it
wasn't by choice. I've thought about you so often since that day on
campus... honest."

"Jake, I'm sorry. I know you'll think I'm a nut-job but after what
happened last night and everything since we've moved here I don't think
I'm understanding. You have a girlfriend. Your brother said you're
engaged or betrothed or whatever and last I checked, I'm a dude."

"Haha, yeah. A sexy as fuck dude, one I've been fantasizing about since
you tackled me. And that girl you saw me with, that's Kennedy. She's my
betrothed - a Bacchus arranged marriage. Trust me, not my choice. She was
kissing me when you saw us, not the reverse and just so we're clear - I
like guys. I like fucking guys, and I love being fucked by guys. And
you're not just 'a' dude, you are 'the' dude for me. So will you go out
with me?"

"You brought me flowers..."

"Well duh. If I'm going to court you and convince you that you want me, I
gotta start somewhere."

"Are you sure? You know what happened... what I did last night?"

"Not the details but yeah. Oh, shit... you're still freakin' aren't ya?
Yeah, the first week or so after the initiation is a bitch. You know ya
did it but can't remember who you did it with. From what I heard, yours
was way better. You got all the satyrs - that had to have been... well...
awesome. Me, it was all guys my dad's age. Not that the sex wasn't good,
but they weren't near as pretty as the boys you got. I'm a bit jealous.
Bacchus has had me on restrictions since then."

"Restrictions?"

"Yeah, not only wasn't I allowed to talk to you but I wasn't allowed to
hook up with anyone but Bacchus, Ben, or my dad."

"You've... you know... with your dad?"

"Well, sure. He's great. Maybe not as hot as your dad but not bad and
he's really buffed up since we moved here."

I think my brain was finally catching up. Jake was saying all the right
things, and it fit with what Bacchus had said, what Ashley told me and
some of what I'd picked up from the others. Guess my experiences were
pretty normal after all. Or, well, normal for here. "Are you still on
restrictions?"

"Nope. Well, I'm still only allowed to hook up with people from Bacchus
Springs. But I don't care about that part; I wanted to get to know you."

"So this date. When?"

"Friday?" Jake looked really nervous, and I could taste the change in the
air. "I was told you'd probably need a few days to get used to things
before you went out."

"Friday would be great. Thank you."

I felt a rush and had an overwhelming sense of the ocean again. His smile
did things to me and I let my eyes trail over his body and ended up
focused on a very swollen crotch. I couldn't help but wonder what he'd
taste like.

"Uhm... I better go now," Jake squeaked as he stood. The scent was even
stronger, and my image of him on the beach shifted to one of him naked
and aroused.

"I'll walk you out," I said standing. I watched his ass as he moved away
from me. A very round, muscled ass. I reached out and grabbed his
shoulder as he reached the door and spun him around. The look in his eyes
made me step back.

"Seriously dude, I don't know what's happening, but if you touch me
again, I'm gonna' squirt in my pants."

The confession made me even hotter for the frat boy. "Mmmm. I'd rather
you squirt in my mouth... or other places." I moved in until my body was
pressed against his with his back up against the door. "Can I kiss you?"

I swear, the guy whimpered as he nodded his head.

I closed the distance and when our lips met the jolt of energy was back.
I wanted him. The scent and taste of the ocean was back with the
undertone of pineapples and coconut on his tongue. It was intoxicating,
and my tongue was exploring every corner of his mouth to get more. I ate
his moan of pleasure. I'm pretty sure he orgasmed because the smell made
me want to strip him and take him right there.

Jake pulled away and frantically let himself out the door. He didn't turn
or say anything until he was at the end of the porch.

"Friday. I'll be here at 6:00." Jake called, and I noticed the very dark
wet spot running down his jeans from his crotch.


>> END CHAPTER FOUR <<


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CHARACTERS / GLOSSARY:

* Aphrodite - the Greek Goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and
procreation. The Romans referred to her as Venus.
* 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. 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
* 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
* Eros - Greek God of love, sexual desire, and protector of homosexual
love. One of Aprhrodite's Erotes. Sometimes referred to as Cupid. There
is disagreement on whether Eros is the son of Aphrodite or one of the
original primordial gods - neither Eros or Aphrodite will clarify.
* Harris, Ford - Servant of Bacchus, Owner and operator of Bacchus
Construction
* Himeros - Greek God of desire and unrequited love. One of Aphrodite's
Erotes and brother of Eros.
* 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
* Pothos - Greek God of sexual longing, yearning and desire. One of
Aphrodite's Erotes. Disagreement on whether he's Eros's son or brother.
* 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