Serving Alpha Gods

    I had become restless, I needed more than I was getting. It was selfish, Tyrone had taught me an important truth: I belong to Eric, not the other way around. And yet, here I was, wanting more and more exciting, dangerous, taboo and down right illegal situations to stimulate me. I wasn’t starved or deprived of such experiences, as I became closer with Eric and his friends, I was exposed to more frequent and extreme situations on an almost daily basis. It was almost too much, in fact, at times I was over-stimulated. 

    A somewhat quiet night at home was such a rarity that when it occurred, it was actually welcome. Eric was out with a few of the others. Before he left however, I heard him ask Aryan to keep me satisfied at home. I believe it was intended to be a secret which led me to think Eric was doing something so nefarious that he couldn't involve me… I had seen so much stuff at that point, what could it have been? I knew there were things they weren’t telling me, what it wasn’t my place to know.

    For the night, I was content to spend time with Aryan. He was probably the most agreeable of the group, He still didn’t hesitate with a slur or a controversial opinion, but he was the least aggressive. We had some things in common, an interest in games for example, though not always the same games. Although I had an interest in computers, I wasn’t the most technical person, Still I enjoyed listening to him explain -in great detail- about components, mechanics and all manner of the inner workings of technology. When he was around, he would use me as his assistant, when he wasn’t using me for other things… Often commanding me to hand him tools or hold something. 

    Sometimes I was worried Eric might be jealous of my connections with the others, as we seemed to sometimes share more common interests. But he never was, or at least he never showed it. Eric was comfortable with me spending time with all his friends. I assumed he was confident in his control over me, and he had every right to be. Seeing as how he commanded me to obey any command given by his friends, which included sexual favours, He was never upset when it actually happened.

When I asked he would always answer by saying “That would be like getting jealous if they stuck their dick in my favourite fleshlight.” 

Even when Eric was “Angry” it was never really directed at me, and when it was, it was always a projection for something else that was upsetting him. I had learned how to easily manoeuvre this. Even so, in spite of our common interests, Eric and I had a stronger connection and far more chemistry, so it really wasn't an issue at all. I loved Eric and nothing could ever change that.

    Aryan and I spent the night playing console games in the common room of the house. We were playing with two of my housemates. To Eric's credit, whatever he did worked, things with my housemates had returned to more or less normal. Whenever I asked what he did, he simply responded with “I handled it.” I was too scared to ask what that meant and so I was content to leave it at that.

    We were playing a round of call of duty, and naturally I was being demolished by the others. Aryan was particularly in my face about it, spitting on me every time he got a kill which was rather boner inducing. The one time I managed to get a kill was involving an explosive of some kind, to which Aryan responded with a punch right to my eye. My housemates had become accustomed to such abuses and knew not to speak up. Not that I wanted them too, I truthfully craved the abuse.

    Around 10 at night, my housemates went to bed, leaving just Aryan and I. After a few moments alone he put the controller down and pushed me against the lounge, informing me he was horny as he ripped off the protective layers of clothing covering my ass. I had intended, as I had become accustomed to letting him have his way with me. To both our dismay, his phone rang, interrupting us. 

    “The fuck, Man? I was about to rape this little faggot of yours.” Aryan spat, both figuratively and literally.

    I couldn’t hear the voice on the other end of the phone, but It was easy for me to assume it was Eric. Aryan’s tone soon turned from anger to a slight panic. My guess was something had gone wrong, and I started to worry. Not wanting to interrupt the phone call for fear Aryan would miss out on crucial details, I remained silent as I attempted to return the ripped clothes back to my person. 

    After a brief conversation, Aryan hung up the phone.

    “Quick, we got something to do.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me from the lounge.

    My torn clothing fell to the floor and my ass was completely exposed as he dragged me down the hall into my bedroom. I searched through the cupboard containing mine and Eric’s clothing. Looking for the least identifiable clothing, which wasn't easy considering every shirt and hoodie I owned had an artwork design based on a game or something I liked. Eventually he put one of Eric’s oversized, pure black hoodies on me and some jeans. I looked utterly ridiculous, but it was comfortable and arousing to be surrounded by the smell of my alpha god.

    “Why do I need to wear this?” I inquired.

    “You gotta do something for me, and it’s important no one can recognise you.” 

    “Do what?”

    “Shut up, you’ll see when we get there.” 

    Once again, he dragged me out of my room, this time with his hand firmly on my ass, his rough fingers pressing up between my but cheeks. Leading me outside and into his ute, we were soon off on another drive.

    I prepared myself for what was to come… Were we going to some kind of sale of illegal goods? Perhaps a deal already went wrong and we had to help bury the bodies. Or maybe the guys were in trouble and needed back up. Aryan was carrying his side arm… But what would he need me for in that case? I could only come up with two conclusions, I was going to be used as a meat shield, or an item to bargain.

    As the situation wasn’t entirely unusual, I was fairly comfortable in Aryan’s ute. I decided to treat it as any other drive. I asked him about some recent game releases and what he was looking forward to. However it soon became apparent he wasn't interested in discussing those topics tonight. It didn't take long for me to understand he was upset about the phone call with Eric. It was uncharacteristic for any of them to express such fear. 

    Aryan eventually decided to forgo nondisclosure and gave me some details. He explained how all he needed me to deliver a simple package and walk out. So I agreed. It sounded simple enough but I couldn't help wondering why they needed me to do it. Usually I wasn't involved unless it was necessary or inconvenient not too.

    After a short drive, we slowed to a stop by the side of a street nearby some tall buildings. I assumed we were in the CBD or someplace similar. I saw Eric and a few of the others and involuntarily smiled as they approached my door. There were little to no other people around, the street appeared deserted, save for a few cars. 

    “Hey slut, how's it going?” Eric said as he leaned against the car door. 

    Before I could answer, Aryan interrupted. “What happened?” He asked.

    “The courier bailed. Left us with the package.” He explained, passing me a small box. “Careful,” he cautioned. 

    “Fuck, alright, You guys get out of here, I’ll have fagtard here drop it off.” Reassured Aryan.

    I looked at him confused before looking back to Eric for some sign of explanation. I received none. Eric pointed his thick index finger at me. “Don’t fuck this up.” He said before giving me a smack to the back of my head. He pushed away from the door and stepped back to the others. I waved as Aryan pulled away and we drove off. I looked at the box, inspecting it for some sign of its contents but it was too well secured so I couldn't get a read.

    Eventually Aryan provided some much needed context. “Do not drop that, and do not fiddle with it.” He said with the most serious expression. “I made it”

    “What is it?” I asked plainly.

    “An explosive.” 

    I was shocked once again. I didn’t think these people could do this to me once again, but every time they raised the bar. I hesitated to point out how stereotypical it was that the arab of the group built a bomb, but I was more concerned with why he built it.

    “Why did you make a bomb?” Seemed the most reasonable question I could fathom.

    “There is a rally tonight, we’re going to hit it. Kill every one of those sick fucks.”

    I had not seen this side of Aryan before, I mean… I’ve heard combat stories told from him and the others, with no small degree of gore and immoral behaviour. But these men, these superior alpha males, these gods that walk amongst mortals, were now about to commit an act of terrorism… 

    “Who are they?” was my next question.

    “Degenerate inferior scum, bottom feeding vermin, depraved disgusting less than trash. Cocksucking faggots who don’t know their place, Dykes and Trannies who thank they’re more than the value men assign them.” Aryan went on.

Around 20 minutes had past, He was still listing every synonym possible to describe members of the LGBT community… I hesitated saying anything for fear of interrupting him. We eventually passed some kind of function centre. The board outside mentioned an LGBT rally tonight, we kept driving until we turned the corner and stopped in a car park out of sight. I looked to Aryan for instruction, and to see if he was fully serious about the situation. These guys were responsible for individual murders, but an attack on such a scale? I would be not only complicit but also an active and willing participant if we were to get caught.

Aryan looked right at me. “You’re to go in, Hide the box under the hoodie. Don't let anyone see your face if possible, and sure as hell don't let them see the box. Find a place out in the open but also hidden, under a table or something. Leave it there and get out. Without drawing attention to yourself. Maybe have some faggy chit chat with those other aid spreaders, then get back out here. We’ll be gone before anything happens.” 

I paused, looking down at the box. Aryan grabbed my chin with his powerful hand, forcing me to make eye contact with him.

“You understand what you’ve been told, yes?” He asked.

    I nodded.

    “You would obey any order we’d give you?” 

    I nodded again. 

    “You would never think of defying your gods, right faggot?” 

    I shivered as a large quantity of pre cum filled my underwear and nodded once more. 

    “If that building goes up in flames, you’ll get your fill of cum tonight. Now get out.” He released my jaw, and I quickly hurried out of the ute, and as casually as I could, walked towards the function centre.

    I couldn’t believe this, It was as if I was handed a gun and asked to pull the trigger… These people just wanted to live equally, without fear or shame or regret, and here I was, actively working against what I had always believed in… But I had a new faith, and my gods demanded submission. These perverted heretics actively defied the will of my gods. Aryan had handed me the weapon but I know the command came from Eric. I was now a crusading knight about to fight in a holy war and I was resolved in my actions. If these creatures were not willing to kneel in the face of a true god, they had no right to life. Up until now, they lived but by the mercy of my gods.

    Finally I arrived at the function centre, there were many different people of all different colours, shapes and sizes. Pride flags were everywhere. Many chairs were set up facing the stage, and tables with food and drinks were against the wall… I decided that was my best option. I hurried towards the buffet table but I was constantly interrupted by people attempting to talk. Asking about what brought me there that night? When did I “Come out?” What were my most troubling homophobic experiences? I tried to answer as sincerely as I could, hiding my disgust and pity for them. I would have liked to attempt to convert them, but I didn’t want to risk exposing my true mission. 

    Eventually I made my way to the table, pretending to retrieve my shoe lace, I slid the box underneath, obscured by the table cloth. I grabbed a cupcake decorated with rainbow icing and made my way to the door. I didn’t want to seem suspicious, so I decided to make a circle around the room, engaging with people and feigning interest before I eventually made my way to the door. I succeeded, I was in and out and no one suspected. I hurried back to where Aryan was waiting and climbed in the ute. 

    “You did it?” He asked.

    I nodded and smiled in reply.

    “Good little faggot, If only the rest of them were like you. We’d have ourselves a little army.” He explained before we drove away.

    When we arrived home, Eric was waiting for us. He grabbed me by the neck, the hole was tight. “How did he do?” He asked Aryan.

    “No fuck ups, that buildings going up in flames in 20 minutes.” He answered

    “Fuck…” Eric replied, I could feel the grip tighten on my throat, my windpipe crushed within the powerful grasp of my god. “I’ve never been so fucking turned on.” 

    Aryan grabbed and rubbed his crotch, I could see the growing outline in his pants. Stuck in Eric’s dominant fingers, I couldn’t look down to see him but I could see him moving his other arm, it was obvious he was as hard as Aryan.

    “I want to fuck that little faggots throat and cum so hard his stomach explodes like that building of degenerate toilet scum.” The muscular arab vividly described. 

    With that, Eric dragged me into our room and threw me down on the bed. I landed on my back with my head over the edge. With my neck free, I resumed my much needed respiratory activity until suddenly a massive brown cock clogged my airways once more. I gagged instantly, my concentration was focused on surviving as I pleasured the Arab god who was dominating my throat. I was unprepared as suddenly my legs were raised and the beautiful Scandinavian cock I had become accustomed to thrust itself deep inside me. 

    I couldn’t hear or see much beyond the large hairy balls slapping against my eyes and the powerful primal grunting of true alpha males. Both men were using my holes as a beast would mate a delicate pussy ripe for breeding. I barely noticed the white noise slowly changing into a constant and consistent ringing.

    “Fucking Hell, Cunt!” I heard Eric Hissed, answering his phone. “What is it?” 

    I was too delirious to hear anything else of the conversation. Without explanation, Aryan abruptly pulled out from my mouth. I felt a slap to the right of my face and the tight grip on my jaw. Eric was holding me down, and Aryan had struck me. They were both looking down at me with utter contempt. 

    “The fuck you do?!” He asked.

    I was legitimately terrified, far more so than I had ever been. This was true fear, in the hands of my gods and at their mercy, I had done something wrong, I had failed them, but I had no idea what it was. Eric was so upset he had even paused his thrusts to interrogate me.

    “I - I - I don’t know, what happened?” 

    Aryan struck me once again, his fist went full force into my eye. It swelled up deep, bloody, red and purple. Tears swelled in both but I tried to hold back the urge to fully cry.

    “The bomb didn't go off, faggot. What did you do?!” Aryan demanded to know.

    “I don’t know, I did exactly what you told me.” I answered. “I left it under the table, it was hidden, no one saw me. I promise.”

    “Should have known you fuck this up. Dumb fucking cunt.” Eric concluded the sentiment with a potent strike to my left and already bruised eye. I had not seen him so severely angry before, especially not directed at me. The hatred in his eyes was unlike anything I had seen from him before. I had failed him. 

    Together they fucked me for 3 hours until my hole was bleeding and leaking cum. It resulted in another trip to the hospital in the morning. The doctors scalded me and forced me to attend a homosexual sexual health class. As I expected, Eric refused to attend with me. The guys were furious with me for days, however if I'm being honest, that week was some of the most pleasurable and violent sex I ever had. It continued until a cop friend of theirs found the explosive and had the evidence mysteriously vanish. I never found out what went wrong, why or how, but after that reassurance they stopped blaming me.

    Eric and the others would never trust me with an explosive again, which was more than ok with me. I knew everything was back to normal when Eric allowed me to lick the sweat off his post workout muscles. I continued to live in fear as to what these gods would make me do next, But I vowed I would never let Eric down again.