Serving Alpha Gods

The day was hot as the sun reached its peak in the sky. Well yes the temperature was in the 40s, but that's not the only reason it was hot. The guys had decided on a beach trip, and wanted me to tag along. I was surprised at first, but I quickly came to realise they mainly invited me along to carry the eski, pass them beers, and apply the sunscreen in the hard to reach areas… 

Needless to say, I was so excited for the experience. I got to spend hours serving the pantheon of gods I had devoted my life to, providing them with beverages, rubbing my hands all over their muscles, and let's not even talk about the eye candy… I knew I would burn in hell for using them this way, but I couldn’t help it. Seeing the five of them flex their muscles, the water dripping down over their skin, the bulges barely contained by their budgie smugglers. Meanwhile I was there in my less-than-revealing boardshorts, although it was oddly much more difficult to hide the point my tiny cock was tenting. 

Within the first few minutes we had arrived, one of them tripped me, causing me to fall face first into the sand. The area erupted in laughter, drawing the eyes of the other beach goers, more gazes were baited by the use of slurs. I brushed it off as I usually did, and picked myself and the eski up, hurrying to catch up after them. 

I caught up to where they decided to set up, only to get a slap to the back of my head.

“Took you long enough.” Eric pointed out. 

The guys set up their towels and began slathering on the sunscreen. You could see the pre leaking down my leg as I watched. I was lost in the moment far longer than I had expected. Until suddenly I felt something strike me in the gut. I looked down to find I had caught a bottle of sunscreen. 

“Oi, Faggot. Back to reality” I looked up to see Eric had taken a spot beside the others. “This the longest you’ve ever gone without putting your hands all over me, Come do my back, dummy.” 

I hurried over and sat down on Eric's towel, shuffling forward to almost a cuddle. I squirted a healthy amount of sunscreen onto my hands and quickly got to work rubbing it into the perfect skin of my superior. I managed to contain myself and prevent a moan, focusing on the job I had to do. That didn’t mean I couldn't still enjoy myself. I had, after all, become intimately familiar with every bump and curve, every divot and valley of Eric's muscle structure. I could paint a picture of him blind folded. 

“Snap out of it, faggot, You’re done.” He declared. 

I was disappointed to say the least, but soon I felt a flick to the ear. It was Jordan demanding my assistance.

“Fuck, we’ll be here a while boys” He teased, the others letting out a healthy chuckle as I positioned myself behind him. Readying another glob of sunscreen.

“Oi back up a bit there, I don’t want that thing touching my ass.” He said with a threatening glare as he looked back at me. I took him seriously, as I had learned to, and scooted a few extra centimetres back. 

After I had completed Jordan's back, I moved on to Tyrone's. They each had started invading the eski, retrieving a can of great northern. They were each two cans in by the time I had managed to get to Alex. When I finally did, it was awkward to say the least… He kept giving me knowing looks, yet his expression was always harshly judgmental. 

“I know you fags like to spread disease, but you clean that thing, right?” He asked. 

I can’t lie, I was surprised by the question. Why was he suddenly so interested in my dick? I guess the others weren’t paying attention, they were all laughing about something else. Why was he suddenly concerned? After all, it's not as if we’ve never had sex. I thought for what seemed like an eternity, considering the best response but, as usually my dumb faggy mind came up short. 

“Oh um… yeah?” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Just keep that thing away from me.”

I was put off, to say the least. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at. I hadn’t even touched my dick in months… I hadn’t needed too. But needless to say, I did my job and applied the sunscreen as required. When I was done, Alex joined the others and they ran off to play in the water. He was the medic of the squad, so I suppose I shouldn’t have been terribly surprised he had health concerns. 

Watching the guys run off, I remained behind. I was still confused by Alex’s comment but decided to put it out of my mind, focusing instead on a little project I had been wanting to do forever. Growing up, I had never had the chance to do it, and now that I was here as an adult I was finally able to do it. I reached for the bucket full of colourful tools Eric had bought me, and resolved myself to build a sand castle. 

The next hour, in between taking in the view of alpha male gods slashing around like idiots in the water, pressing their bodies against one another, the water dripping over their perfectly sculpted bodies, I would tend to my sand castle. I had first completed the foundation, surrounded by the moat. After an hour, I had finished the main structure and was working on the walls and towers. It was looking pretty good for my first sand castle, almost Minecraft worthy. 

    It didn’t really matter in the end, Of course I expected the tide to eventually wash it away, or it to blow away in the wind. But suddenly sand flushed up into my face as the castle exploded. In the aftermath, I noticed Tyrone had landed right in front of me. My hard work was completely destroyed. I resolved myself to a sigh and gave him a look as the others came running over laughing. I felt like I was back in high school and I was being bullied… and I was so turned on by the thought. Even more so as each of the guys slapped the back of my head as they passed, picking up what I noticed to be a football and running off. I suppose the crash wasn't entirely intentional, although I have never known these guys to do anything by accident. Also… we had not brought a football, did they steal it from someone else? 

    After another hour of repairing my sandcastle, only to have it destroyed yet again by Jordan and Aryan tackling each other into it, I conceded. Eric grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, insisting I join them in the water. His excuse was that they needed a 6th person to play a game. I argued it would be unfair against whichever team I was on, but he insisted he didn’t care and I was playing regardless. Which sort of made me feel wanted and replaced the feelings I had about my twice destroyed sand castle. 

    We played some strange wrestling game, three teams of two, one sitting on the shoulders of another. Alex was on Jordan's shoulders, Aryan was on Tyrone's, and I was on Eric's. I didn’t fully understand the rules, I assumed the winning team was the last one standing, and so we all set ourselves to knocking the others over. As I expected, Eric and I were at a major disadvantage with me on his team. However, we managed to stay in the game for longer than I originally believed. I was heavily under the impression the others were just letting me win. Until once again, I saw a look in Alex’s eye and he, without further hesitation, pushed me from Eric's shoulders and I fell into the water. Eric rewarded me with a slap to the balls and pulled me to my feet from my throat. 

    “Useless fag, go get us some lunch.” He slapped me on the ass and pushed me back towards the beach.

    At his command, I hurried to our spot to grab Eric’s wallet, and rushed up the bank towards the nearby fish and chips shop. I placed an order for enough food for five guys who were expending enough energy for an entire football team, as well as something for myself. The girl behind the counter explained it would be a while and I was still really horny from all the stimulus today, so I rushed to the nearby toilets to relieve myself. I was fortunate to find the toilets empty and hurried into a stall. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and furiously began to rub my clit. 

    Barely a minute into my hedonistic sin, I was taken aback by the sound of the door opening and heard a couple of guys enter. It didn’t take long for me to realise who it was, I’d recognised Eric’s masculine presence anywhere, and when Alex spoke, it filled in the rest of the gaps. They were already mid conversation, so eavesdropping was inevitable, and I knew I'd be punished for it sooner or later. 

    “Told you you’d lose with that on your team.” 

    “Held on longer than I expected, you mad it took you so long to beat a faggot?” Eric laughed.

    “Fuck no, Concerned for you though.” Said Alex.

    I heard the voices move across the room towards the urinals. “The fuck you concerned for?” Eric was perplexed.

    “Been researching what these faggots like to do to each other, We joke about them being aids spreaders but its a legitimate worry. Do you know where that little cocksucker had been before you found it in the street? Who knows what diseases it's carrying, you should get it checked.” Alex unloaded his concerns.

    I couldn’t help but moan, so I quickly covered my mouth with my free hand to cover the sound. My hand was covered in pre as my fingers played with my clit. I arched my back, a little harder than intended and hit my head against the wall. I resisted the urge to cry in pain and continued to play with myself.

    “What, you think the little cum guzzler is HIV positive?” Eric questioned.

    Hearing the sound of two streams of hot piss slide down the edge of the urinal was working for me, especially since I knew exactly what both samples tasted like. And now being accused of unsafe sexual practices and carrying a deadly STI was oddly even more thrilling.

    “Fucking degenerates will take anything they can get, and the little faggots too stupid to think without his pussy. At least get him tested.” Alex suggested.

    “At least?” Eric asked.

    “Castrate the little fucker, He’s doesn't need it, and we can risk him breeding.” 

    “You really think any bitch is dumb enough to let him cream inside her? And even if she did, you can't stick a clit very far inside a pussy.” 

    The room filled with silence, and I was concerned about what that meant… Until Eric's voice reassured me.

    “We agree that these fucking queers shouldn’t get to live without our boots at their neck, but if we cut off their balls then they’re not even human at that point. And I ain’t fucking some disgusting animal.”

    “Then at least get that thing checked, who knows what you’re sticking your dick in.”

    “Alright, fine, if it’ll shut you up.” I heard the pissing slow to a few drops.

    “You’re not attached to the little fag, are you?” Alex asked concerned.

    “Fuck no, I’d snuff that little shit right now if any one of you asked.” 

    I couldn’t hold it anymore, cum spewed from the dicklett, so much force that it struck against the back of the toilet stall door. The sound was almost loud enough to echo through the room, I was in shock and fear I would be caught out. Fortunately the two left the room before the cum started to drip onto the floor. 

    I quietly opened the door to check I was alone. Leaving the scene of my crime behind, I washed my hands and rushed out from the toilets. Right outside of the door, in my hurry I slammed right into the brick wall that was Alex’s chiselled chest. 

    “The fuck you eavesdropping for? Dumb cunt.” 

    He reached forward and gripped my throat tight, leaning in so close he was breathing down my throat. 

    “I meant what I said, that thing between your legs is dangerous with whatever you got loaded in the chamber and is now coating the door of that stall. I’ll castrate you myself if I have to.” 

    He quickly released me and left for the beach. I took a moment to regain my breath and then realised I had inadvertently jizzed myself once again. I didn't question how he knew I was there… After All, I knew very well the knowledge and power a divine entity must have. Regardless, I had little time to contemplate. There was no doubt my order at the shop must be ready by now, so I hurried over to collect it. 

    The girl behind the counter handed me my massive order, and I rushed back to the beach. The guys were all sitting around the eski drinking beer and laughing absurdly loudly. I had noticed the other beach goers within 30 metres had got up and left or moved to another area, I guess the guys were too loud, obnoxious and rude for their liking… I quickly put the bag of food down on the eski and unwrapped it, revealing the chips and fried foods. The boys dug in and I grabbed myself a handful of chips, sitting beside Eric, but not so close Alex might voice some more concerns about my contamination potential. 

    “Get the fuck over here.” Eric commanded, slapping his dick.

    I assumed that meant he wanted me to sit in his lap, so I climbed over his legs with haste, sitting between them, pressing my rear up against the bulge fighting to escape his swimwear. While the majority of the guys didn’t care, I couldn’t help but note the scowl Alex was giving me… I would pay for this sooner or later. My mind began to race with anxiety, thinking up strange scenarios to explain this behaviour. Had I become caught up in some kind of strange game between these two? I’d never seen Eric have a disagreement with any of them, so surely not. Was Alex sincerely concerned by what disease I would be bringing into this group? It was a little late, They had all been fucking me for months. If I had anything, they’d all have it… At any rate, I was clean before I met Eric, So if I had anything It could have only come from them… This could lead to only one conclusion.

    Alex was concerned I was unfaithful. 

    Eric held me tightly, his powerful left arm wrapped around my waist while his right reached for the food. His powerful booming voice destroyed my ear drums as he laughed and shouted with his friends. If it weren’t for the daggers being shot at me from Alex, this would be quite the moment. A boy could be mistaken for thinking this was a romantic situation, but I knew all too well that Eric was holding me here for the power and control he had over me.

    After the boys finished their lunch and beers, they decided it was time for another swim and so they all rushed off towards the water. Eric lifted me with ease and put me on his shoulders once more, following after them. I guess I had been drafted for yet another game. As we caught up to the others, I noticed they had become somewhat drunk… They were rougher, beating on each other with more severe punches and shoves. I was a little scared to say the least. 

    As we got deeper into the water, Jordan started to dictate some new rules of this game, and to be honest, it all sounded like complete nonsense. It was utterly complicated and seemed to lack any structure, but the guys all seemed to understand and accept the terms of the game. This time, Jordan sat on Tyrone’s shoulders, and Alex on Aryan’s. Jordan didn't hold back and threw the first punch, right into Alex’s face, and so he threw one back. As Eric and I got closer, my anxiety only got stronger. Aryan started to shove towards me and Eric and Eric almost lost his footing. A large wave suddenly came and managed to knock over Tyrone, Jordan went with him. I looked away to watch the two wash towards the beach, and when I look back, the last thing I remember was seeing Alex’s anger propelled fist about to strike me in the eye. 

    I woke up to several strange sensations… My chest was saw, as was my left eye. I could feel sand all over my back and wind breezing over my front. But the strangest sensation was that of lips pressed against mine… Eric’s? My immediate thought was, but when they pulled back and sat up, the lips belonged to Alex. I started to cough up what water was in my lungs and I gasped for air. I realised what must have happened.

    Eric kneeled down to my left, placing his left hand on the right side of my neck.

    “You’re fine, you’re fine.” He spoke softly, his right hand slapping me gentle on my left cheek. 

    I looked around, Dazed. I noticed each of the guys were standing over me, however I couldn't exactly tell who was who. Parts of my vision were quite blurry and the light was ridiculously bright. I tried to hold up my arm to block the sunlight but I felt a massive pain in my chest.

    “Don’t fucking move, idiot.” Eric said, holding me down.

    Alex explained some medical terms which, given the condition I was in, went almost completely over my head. I heard the terms concussion, and broken ribs. So I resolved myself to lay still and try to stay away, but that wasn't hard given that Eric would slap me every few minutes. Eventually an ambulance arrived and some paramedics carried me away. Eric climbed into the vehicle to sit beside me. I could barely move and I was sure the paramedics had injected me with some painkillers, but I swear I saw Alex look directly at me, raising his index finger to his lips.

The paramedics asked some questions, and I heard Eric explain that what happened was an accident. I was pretty drowsy but I remember the look on the paramedics face indicated she didn’t fully believe his story. She made comments about drinking and horseplay, to which Eric oddly let go. I was delirious at the time, but I was expecting him to hold her down and beat her or something much less pleasant… But the best he gave was a sexist comment about the competence of women in her profession. After which she directed her questions to me, not that I was much help in answering them.

After a long ride to the hospital, and a lengthy exam and treatment process, I was finally able to rest… once again in a hospital bed. This was becoming a regular thing. I couldn’t help but wonder how many times in my life I would find myself in hospital thanks to the men I had devoted my life to, and yet the sacrifices I’ve made are yet to show that devotion. But It wasn’t my place to question the opinions of gods, It was my place to accept them. 

I took a long nap and woke to the sound of some hot blooded alpha males bursting their way into my hospital room. Actually… I could hear their loud voices echoing down the hallway for the past five minutes. Eric was in the seat beside my bed and rose to give each of them a bro hug as they entered. They gave me each a playful fist to the cheek, calling me a “Tough little faggot” for surviving such a punch and then swiftly left after slapping the ass of a fairly attractive nurse. 

I saw Alex grab Eric's attention while they were in the hallway and overheard them discuss the opportunity to order me an STI test. Not that I could fight it, but I decided it would at least partly ease Alex’s concerns… When the results finally came in, I was given a clean bill of health. But Alex would not be satisfied. He still pushed for Eric to get me castrated, and I even overheard him discussing the procedure with a doctor. Eventually the discussion outside in the hall became heated. Eric was angry and near the point of shouting. He declared he didn’t want me to undergo the procedure because it meant he was removing my options, and the power of knowing I would always choose him was more important to him. 

I didn’t see Alex again till I got out of hospital a week later. I was resting in the lounge, watching an episode of Rick and Morty when he walked in. He didn't hesitate or even behaved as if he was concerned for my recovery. Immediately grabbing me by the throat and squeezing. Pushing me down into the lounge, his knee pushing into my tiny cock.

“We need Eric at his peak, if you make him weak, I’ll snap your neck myself. Do you understand me, Faggot? Can you wrap your tiny brain around that?” He threatened.

I did my best to nod, a tear rolling down my cheek. I felt a slap to my face. He released his grip around my neck and flipped me around. I was still in pain so the sudden movement made me cry out. I felt a hand press against the back of my head, shoving me into the cushion. I heard a rip and tear, and felt the air against my ass cheeks. I felt a hand sliding between them, and a finger violently pressing into my anus.

“If you catch something, there won't be a funeral, We’ll just throw you in a dumpster in pieces. This pussy better stay clean.”

I knew after what was to come, I would be finding myself in the hospital again soon after this… I did what I could to accommodate him but I had very little sensitive control over my body. With the little strength in my legs I pushed my ass up and arched my back, attempting to replace my anus muscle. Alex lasted a lot longer than I had planned, well over an hour. I lost all feeling in my legs within the first 15 minutes. His stamina was much more impressive than the others, straight powerful thrusting for an entire hour. No resting, no slowing, no pacing. 

When he was done, he got up, spat on my face, put he cock back in his pants and said “Don’t even touch that thing ever again, Or I'll cut it off without hesitation.” And left. 

After the blood had cooled and my body began to relax, I tried to move. When my waist shifted, I felt a sticky wet patch on the lounge my clit was rubbing into. I crawled from the couch and eventually found my feet. Inspecting the patch it was quite obvious, not only did I cum, but I had pissed myself… 

I spent the next few hours soaking up the piss, cleaning the stain and covering the stench. But it was a small price to pay for what I had earned. I seemed to have earned some degree of Alex’s respect, Or what passes for a superior straight alpha males respect for a faggot. I was just grateful the situation did not involve a serious crime of some kind. A black eye, a couple broken ribs, and a torn anus was a small price to pay to not be wrapped up in another murder, drug deal, or an act of terrorism connected to a hate crime.