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Chapter 23 “We’re here,” the weasel behind the wheel said, snapping Paul out of his thoughts. The Ride-Share had been against the others… just what did he call people he was related to through their uncles he barely knew? Were they his cousins? How close did family have to be to have to be called family? And considering the way they ran the city without being officially in power, didn’t that make them more like the mob? Was that too unkind of him? He was trying to be kind. He was really trying, but the way they screamed at one another made it difficult. He swiped his phone on the payment reader and exited. The building looked more like a warehouse than a bodybuilding gym, unlike Dietrich’s public gym, which was all glass, allowing people outside to see the front room machines and men working out there. The name, Massive, was in small letters over the door. The only hint as to what someone might find inside. This was for men serious about working out. Those looking to worship Dietrich went to the other gym and hoped to be present when the owner paid it a visit. Sex happened here too, Dietrich was an Orr, after all, but it was incidental to the working out, while at the public gym, it was the working out, in the back room, that was more of an accident resulting of the kind of men Dietrich wanted around him. It also meant that the less than friendly look from the jacked up cheetah behind the counter on his left was more the norm here than at the other gym. Only serious body builders were expected to make their way here, and they should already look the part. Paul didn’t look that part. And this wasn’t the first time he’d had that expression directed at him on entering the gym. But his few previous times he’d been with Madoc, one of the rat’s attempt at convincing Paul to join and work on his body. Madoc liked his men more defined than Paul was and since the golden tiger had made it clear that if the rat used his power on him they’d never have sex again, the old fashion way was all that was left to make it happen. Not that the rat ever stopped ribbing Paul about his goal to make all men muscular, if he didn’t want to achieve that for himself. Paul didn’t want to make men muscular. His goal wasn’t even targeted exclusively toward men. He wanted to help anyone achieve the type of body they wanted, that it be the mountains of muscle frequenting Dietrich’s gym, or more modest goals matching what Paul went to a conventional gym to maintain. He had good genes to help him, and now knew where they came from, but if his research wielded the results he hoped for, even those without genetic bonuses would be able to reach their goals. “I think you’re lost,” the cheetah said in a frosty tone. On the left and right of him, on the wall, were posters of men in various poses showing off their muscles. According to Madoc, they were all men who’d trained here and had gone on to win championships. The counter was glass and displayed a variety of nutritional supplements for bodybuilders. Paul ignored the tone and words and headed to the counter instead of the door to the gym proper, facing the entrance. He figured it was best to have his arrival announced since, for all he knew, the others were still screaming at one another instead of calling Dietrich. “I need to speak with Dietrich, please.” The cheetah, whose muscles were almost too big to belong on the species, smirked as he looked Paul up and down. “Mister Orr doesn’t to walk-ins. I doubt he’d do you, even if you had an appointment.” “I’m here to talk with him. Could you just let him know? I’m sure he’ll be okay with it.” “I have no doubt Mister Orr would be fine with someone like you just stepping into his world.” The cheetah’s smile had nothing friendly to it. “But unfortunately, he’s in the middle of a very intense training session and he can’t be interrupted. How about I schedule you in for never? Will that work for you?” Paul places his hands on the counter and fought the urge to bite the cheetah’s muzzle off. “Please tell Mister Orr that his son is here to see him.” The shock on the cheetah’s face was satisfying, but didn’t last. “Nice try. No kid of his would be as skinny as you.” “I’m not—” The inner door slammed open, and a naked rat stepped through, looking and sniffing around. He locked eyes on Paul and licked his lips. Madoc was hard as he stepped in his direction. Paul curse mentally. He’d completely forgot to check if Madoc was working at this gym today in his hurry to see Dietrich. “Mad,” the cheetah said severely. “You know how Mister Orr feels about being naked in the lobby.” “I’ll escort him back in,” Paul said, grabbing the rat by the arm. “You can’t—” The closed door cut the cheetah off. Paul made the immediate right into the locker room, not even looking at the naked men—Dietrich had a strict men-only policy—training on the machines, as Madoc groped him. “Mad, you need to stop.” “Come on, Paul. We’re in the locker room now. We can fuck here.” The rat rubbed up and down the hardening cock and the tiger hurried them past the changing men. The expression as they watched them pass went from bored, to annoyed, to lustful, to curious. Madoc had his hand in Paul’s pants when they reached the showers and rubbed the cock head. Paul nearly fell from the sensation. Jerking off these last weeks had done nothing more than push his need down, but now he had to deny himself. This was definitely not his friend in control of his faculties. He stepped under one of the available shower head and turned it on, full blast. Madoc screamed as the cold water hit them, and Paul gritted his teeth. Even expecting it, it was a shock. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” the rat demanded, turning the shower off. Paul swallowed as he looked at the dripping wet rat. Could he be affected by his own power? Because it was taking all his willpower not to shove him against the wall and ram his cock in his ass. No, he was just fucking horny from weeks without and this being the third time today he’d been riled up and hadn’t been able to do anything about it. He was going to have to do something about that, and soon, considering who his god was. “You need to think, Mad.” “I was—” “With more than your ass.” The rat closed his mouth to someone laughing. Paul ignored the fact other men were using the communal showers. Dietrich liked his men, so other than the lobby, he wanted them naked and visible. No privacy cubicles in this gym, or the other one. He lowered his voice. “Dietrich is my father. And because I had sex with him a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been initiated. My power makes guys I like want to be fucked by me. What you’re feeling right now? The fact you went in the lobby naked and hard, knowing what Dietrich’s capable of doing to the guys who break his rules. That’s because I’m making you mindlessly horny. I can’t leave. So you have to dry off, get dressed and get as far from me as you can.” The rat looked him in the eyes. “You done?” Paul nodded slowly, concerned about how calm Madoc looked. Then he was turned, slammed against the wall and the rat pressed himself against his back, his hard cock against his ass. “If you ever do this to me again,” he whispered in Paul’s ear, “and don’t actually fuck me. I’m going to tie you to my basement and fuck you until you’re so big the rope break. Am I clear?” “Mad I—” “Am I clear?” the rat growled. “Yes, you are. But—” “Good.” The rat moved back, and it took a second for Paul to react and turn around, leaning against the wall. “Having said that, thanks for not taking advantage of me.” Paul watched Madoc slick the water out of his fur without apparent concern. “Mad, you really have to get away from me. At least to another room. Thomas seemed to have an easier time resisting if he didn’t see me.” “And has Thomas ever felt what that unrestrained influence is like, Paul?” “I don’t do that,” Paul replied, offended at the implication. Madoc rolled his eyes. “My boss does.” He sobered slightly. “Look, you were right, back there, that was me being influence, but only because I didn’t realize what you were doing.” He looked the golden tiger in wet clothes up and down. “Now. If I were to rip those off you, throw you on the floor, and sit on your hard cock until you came so hard He showed to demanding to know what made that happen? That would be all me.” “You just think that.” Paul wished he could phase through the wall to put more distance between them. He’d run, but he was pretty sure Madoc would chase him. “Paul, I’ve felt Dietrich’s influence. Yours is not that big of a deal.” Paul studied Madoc, then chuckled as realization hit him. “I forget you aren’t the guy who was running between scared, ragged and desperate after you got your memories back.” “And whose fault is that?” the rat asked with a smirk. “You’ve been so busy with your education since moving to the Bay we’ve hardly hung out other than when I pulled you to workout here. I got some of those fears fucked out of me by my boss’s nephews, and the rest I dealt with myself by realizing I didn’t have to worry about Raphael sending a hit squad to bring me back so I could pump out babies for him.” “You’ve had sex with the other…” Paul couldn’t finish the question. “Dietrich dragged me to them once he got me to admit some of the stuff Raphael did to the guys. Dietrich wasn’t letting me be defenseless if he tried something again. Now, instead of the military training, some of the others got pumped in their heads by Hendrick I have Aaron’s ease of fighting, Arnold’s strength and endurance, and Alex’s knack for guns. Raphy’s going to have to send some really well-trained people if he wants me back.” “And that is if I am not there,” a deep voice said. Dietrich stepped into the showers. “If I am, it doesn’t matter who he sends. All he will get are the pieces that are left of them.” Paul looked at the massive tiger with worry. He wasn’t hard, which had to be a good sign, but these were two men Paul liked enough they’d had sex before. If one of them lost the battle of will, would that drag the other into a frenzy of Paul needing to fuck them both? “Madoc, Jaeger is wondering where you are. Your sets should have started already.” “Yes sir. What about Paul? I know—” “My son and I will be talking in my office.” * * * * * When Paul reached the office, the door was opened. Dietrich had handed him sweats and towels and told him to dry himself and change before joining him. The tiger motioned for Paul to enter from behind the desk. Paul hesitated. He’d come here to get answers, but he’d expected… he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Dietrich had to be pissed, since clearly someone had told him of their relationship. And he hadn’t expected him being a desk in an office with bookshelves filled with trophies from bodybuilding competitions. They couldn’t all be Dietrich’s, so whose were they? “If I was going to give into what you’re sending,” the massive tiger said, “I’d have done it in the shower. Now come in and take a seat.” “So you feel it too?” He stepped in and closed the door. “Can’t say that I do. But, you grow up with my brothers and fathers, and you gain a form of resistance by sheer over exposure to our influence. So you don’t have to worry, this is just going to be talk. Do you have a picture of your mother?” he asked as Paul sat. “From when you were born. You’d think I’d remember a golden tigress, but…” he shrugged. Paul took his phone—he’d regained it before being teleported. Donal had returned with one for Wassa to use—and looked through the drive for any. He’d never been big on carrying pictures. He and his mother shared folders in the cloud, but it would take some time for him to go through them. “The fact I don’t remember her, considering how distinctive she looks, means it happened on one of the few occasions someone managed to slip me a drug. I’m very careful about what I put in my body,” he said at Paul’s tilted ear. “Having a god’s cum flow through me doesn’t mean I take it for granted. And a serious resistance to them didn’t come about until Arnold. When you have a body like mine, there are people, men and women, who will go to extremes to experience it. Your mother most have been one of them and—” “No,” Paul stated, glaring at the tiger. “Don’t even go there.” “Paul, the fact we share blood doesn’t excuse her—” He was up, hands on desk. “She didn’t drug you,” he snarled. “You want to know how she referred to you the few times I asked about my father when I was a kid? He didn’t matter, he was inconsequential. You think she’d refer to you like that if she had to go to the extent of drugging you so she could have sex with you?” Dietrich watched him calmly, and that was enough to make Paul realize he’d been shouting. He didn’t apologize. The man had insulted his mother, and as he’d said, the fact they shared blood didn’t excuse him. “I do think she’d refer to me like that under the circumstance, Paul. Here’s a question for you. Did you ask your mother why she was so nervous when I met her?” “Have you looked at yourself?” Dietrich smiled. “No more than most men. I’m not that vain.” He raised a hand. “But I know what you mean. If that had been the first time she’d met me, I could understand the reaction. But…” He trailed off. And Paul couldn’t keep from picking up the thought. “If she already knew what you looked like…” * * * * * “Paul!” his mother said as soon as she answered, sounding relieved. “How are you?” Paul leaned against the building’s metal wall, looking up at the gray clouds. “I’m fine, mom.” This wasn’t a call he’d wanted to do in Dietrich’s office, or even his gym. “I—” “Why didn’t you call me sooner? Why wasn’t your phone taking my calls? Do you have any idea how worried I was? The only things those so-called friends of yours would tell me, after that cryptic message, was that you were okay.” “I’m sorry, mom.” A quick look at his history didn’t show he’d missed any of her calls. “Things… escalated.” It had to be Shila’s fault. Something she’d added without telling him. Not that he was telling his mother that. She wouldn’t take it well that someone had cut him off from her. “I don’t know why your calls didn’t connect, but I’m back in San Francisco now, and—” “Good. They wouldn’t tell me where you were, either. I take it you’re looking for a lab to work at then? You know that if it gets too hard, or you’re running low on money, you can move back to Minneapolis. Your room’s more or less as you left it, and you also have friends here who—” “Mom.” He hated cutting her off, but she could go on about all the reasons he should move back home now that he no longer needed to be in San Francisco for his studies. “Look, I’m sorry if this is coming out of left-field, but did you know Dietrich Orr was my father?” Her silence stretched enough he worried. “Not until your graduation,” she finally said. “I never knew his name. It… never came up.” He sighed in relief. “Paul, is everything okay?” Maybe he should have been quieter about it. “It is now. The worse that’s going to happen is that I’ll have to take a job working for him, but that’s not too—” “Paul Heeran. I have raised you better than to let some man bully you into accepting anything. I don’t care if that man’s supposed to be your father. He’s still some stranger who had nothing to do with you until now.” “Mom, I’ve known him for a few years now. He didn’t know we were related either until now. He was just Madoc’s boss and a guy I got to know.” He didn’t elaborate. He certainly wasn’t mentioning how they’d danced, since his mother knew what else it implied. “The job offer came before this, and it was just an offer for me to look at and decide if it fit. Having to accept it has more to do with his nephews. They kinda run the city, so I think they—” “What do you mean, they run the city? I never came across anyone named Orr when I read about San Francisco.” Paul chuckled. His mother had started researching the city even before he’d moved there. The moment Paul had set his sight on doing his doctorate here, she’d started looking for all the way in which Minneapolis was better than San Francisco Bay. “They don’t hold any official positions. They just make sure things run the way they want it and that benefits the city.” The silence stretched again. “Mom?” “Get out of there, Paul,” she whispered quickly. “Mom, it’s okay. They—” “No, Paul. Listen to me. I don’t care if they’re related to you. Do you have any idea what you described? You want nothing to do with men like those. Paul, trust me on that.” “Mom, I know it doesn’t sound ideal, but—” “Paul, they’re criminals. They’re mobsters.” That she mirrored how Paul tried not to think of them bothered him. “They aren’t that bad,” he said reflexively, and immediately felt like he was lying. Dietrich didn’t seem that bad, and Madoc has said he’d used a stronger version of Paul’s power on him. He had the sense the others weren’t any better. “And I need their help. The power I got isn’t like the others and I need them to show me how to contro—” His mother’s phone clacked on a hard surface. “Mom?” The sound he heard as he was about to call to her again was one he’d gotten too familiar with over the last few days. A body dropping to the floor. The dread mounted as he waited for the coming demands. The Chamber explaining that if he wanted to ever see his mother again; he needed to deliver Grant, Thomas, and the whole of the Society to them. When the seconds stretched without that happening, his fear shifted. “Mom?” he yelled. She wasn’t exactly young anymore, and he’d just dropped that he was magical on her without meaning to. He looked around for anyone he could tell to call 911, but he’d picked this spot because of how isolated it was. He ended the call and made the other one. “911, what is your emergency?” “I think my mom had a heart attack.” “Stay calm, I’ll—” “Not here.” He almost yelled. “She’s in Minneapolis, probably at home.” He gave the address. “I was on the phone with her, then I heard her fall, and she wasn’t responding anymore.” “Alright, let me contact Minneapolis’ emergency services. You’ll be able to listen in. I’m not going to put you on hold. Is that acceptable?” The calmness with which she spoke assuaged Paul’s frayed nerves. “Yes, thank you.” He listened as she spoke with another person, and they dispatched an ambulance. He fought the need to tell them to hurry. He knew they drove as fast as they could, as fast as the roads let them. They were professionals. The paramedics spoke to each other as they exited the ambulance, going through the steps as they gathered their equipment, made their way to the door, unlocked it. Even if he didn’t understand most of the medical language, it comforted him. Reminded him of the lunchroom at the university, with all the medical students discussing their classes. They then sounded concerned as they called her name again, and Paul swallowed. They located her in the kitchen, stating where they were as one of them explained she was on the floor without visible injuries. She was unresponsive; they said in a hurried, but professional tone, then Paul couldn’t follow the jargon. They had her on the stretcher, heading to the ambulance. “She’s in good hand,” the operator said. “The hospital has your number and they will contact you with news. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Stay on the line, he wanted to beg. Tell me every step of what mother is going through. Tell me that my mother is still alive. Don’t abandon me. Don’t… don’t leave me alone. “No, thank you for everything you did,” he said in a forcefully neutral tone. And then, so she wouldn’t be the one to cut him off from his mother, he terminated the call.