Serving Alpha Gods

It had been over a year since I first met Eric, and in spite of all the trials and tribulations I had endured, I was happier than ever. My life had fallen into a variation of a housewife routine. In the mornings I would wake up before Eric to prepare him breakfast which usually included some kind of Omelette and a smoothie. (I’d try to switch up the flavours a little every morning by including different ingredients.) When breakfast was ready, I'd wake him up with a good morning blowjob. After he ate, I’d then help Eric get ready for the day by showering him and dressing him. He’d thank me with a slap to the ass and a glob of spit to the face, and I'd see him off as he left for work.

    After he left I would clean the kitchen, followed by changing the bedsheets. Every second day I'd vacuum and if there were clothes that needed washing, after giving them a good sniff, I'd toss them in the wash, iron and fold them as required. If we were low on food or supplies I’d walk to the nearby woolies for some groceries. Only when my chores were done would I focus on my own projects, pulling out my graphics tablet to do some artwork, or opening a word document to do some creative writing. When I got bored I would hop on discord to chat with and play games with my online friends. If any of the guys came over, I’d drop everything to be a good host, giving them everything they need to be comfortable and satisfied. 

    When the sun went down, Eric would return home. As I’d greet him at the door, he’d grab my ass to pull me up off the ground and into a kiss. I’d take his bag and help him undo his uniform, throwing them in the dirty clothes basket to be washed tomorrow. Usually after work, Eric would have some alone time in the shower so he could wind down, unless he decided I would join him. Following this he spread out on the lounge, usually naked, and I’d provide him with a beer or drink of his choice while I prepared dinner. I tried to make something new every night, but heavy enough to give Eric the protein and nutrients he needed to maintain his amazing body.

    We’d eat together, watching a show like Game of Thrones or something. If there were no new episodes of something we both followed, we’d just watch the footy. I usually finished my meal first, which was meagre by comparison, so that I could give Eric a blowjob while he finished his. When he was finished, and almost usually after he climaxed, he would head off to the gym. I’d help dress him in his gym clothes and pass him his gym bag and off he’d go. Sometimes he’d take me with him, but more often than not he’d leave me at home to clean up the mess from dinner. After a couple of hours he would return and pumped up from his workout, he would ravage me in the bedroom until he fell asleep. 

    Life was pretty perfect. Even though he refused to put a label on it, there was no denying our relationship was something akin to a husband and wife situation. I didn’t want to be married, not because I had commitment issues, but because I didn’t believe I needed to in order to commit to someone. And Eric didn’t want to be married because he believed marriage should be between a man and a woman… It was a confusing situation, but one I could accept.

    One day, when I had completed my chores early, I decided to go for a walk. Eric was out with his friends and I had been cooped up in the house for a few days so I figured being out in nature was something I needed. I had forgotten what fresh air smelled like as It was almost the default for me to inhale Eric’s alpha musk on an hourly basis. After about an hour, I looked down at my phone and checked my position on google maps. I was shocked to see how far I had walked, and yet I wasn’t tired. I figured however it was probably time to start walking back. As I turned a corner, I felt an unstoppable force slam right into me. I blacked out for a second, and when I came too, I was on the concrete. I opened my eyes to the site of yet another symbol of ideal manhood. A ruggedly handsome man of hispanic heritage. Curley grown hair, a powerful jawline with some light scruff, powerful eyes that could sink an enemy carrier. I was looking upon another god that walked amongst us mortals.

    I heard a familiar voice “Dumb faggot.” I looked to the left of the stranger, there was Eric standing. They were both in shorts and loose muscle tanks, showing off their arms and the majority of their pecks. It was clear they were out for a run together, but who was this stranger and how did Eric know him?

    “Whoa, Lieutenant?” The stranger said, I guess he was concerned by Eric's casual use of slurs. The stranger knelt down and held out his powerful arm to help me up.

    “I’m sorry, You ok man?” His voice was soft but thick and husky, powerful yet calming and inviting.

    “Y-yeah… I’m ok, I’m sorry, It was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Naturally I wanted to accept the blame.

    “Little cumguzzlers mind goes blank when he smells dick in the area.” Eric laughed.

    The stranger looked from me to Eric, I could tell his words weren’t quite sitting right with this guy. But why was he hanging out with him then? 

    “Do you know this guy?” The stranger said to Eric before looking back at me.

    “Yeah, He’s just my faggot.” Eric stated, correctly.

    “What the fuck, man?” He said confused before looking at me. “You’re ok with this?” 

    Before I could answer, Eric interrupted. “Of course he is, fags like him were born to take it from men like us… Watch.” 

    In a public demonstration, Eric raised his right arm, revealing his sweat soaked arm pit hair buried in the tight crevice flanked by rippling muscles. “I’m fucking ripe faggot, dig in.” 

    As if in a trance, I stepped forward, burying my face between his arm and his body. My tongue sinking deep into his vile pit. Sucking on the hairs and relishing in the taste of pure Scandinavian man. I may or may not have unleashed a series of vulgar sounds as I enjoyed myself feeling the salty liquid drip across my tongue.

    “The fuck?” The stranger said. “I didn’t think you were into that.” 

    “Men like us need to put fags like him in their place, showing why we’re superior.” Eric explained, flexing his bicep as he closed his arm around my head, crushing me and cutting off my air supply.

    “You don’t actually believe that, yeah? This is just some kind of kink right?” 

    Eric responded with a laugh. “Course I do, don't you?” 

    “I don’t, That’s just sick.” 

    “You don’t know your own worth then. If you’re gonna be in our squad, you gotta be on our level.” Finally, Eric released me from his grip, and I was able to breathe.

    The stranger looked to me concerned, I assumed he just didn’t understand. The look in his eyes suggested he was afraid Eric had me in some kind of situation I was afraid to leave… I suppose he was right to some degree. I was afraid Eric was capable of anything, I had seen it first hand… But that only made it more thrilling.

    After a second, the strange man held out his hand to introduce himself. “I’m Diego.” I went to accept his hand and shake but before I could, I felt a slap to the back of my head. I looked at Eric, seeing a disappointing look on his face, I quickly changed my decision. I tipped my head, holding my arms at my side in a bow. 

    “It's nice to meet you, sir. I’m Lachlan.” I replied.

    “You don’t let him shake hands?” He asked.

    “Fags aren’t worth that much respect.” 

    It was clear Diego wasn’t comfortable with the way Eric was treating me. If this interaction damaged the relationship between the two, I would surely be to blame… I figured I needed to show Diego it was his right to abuse me the way Eric does. Show him that all alpha males deserve to sit with their boots at the throats of everyone else. 

    “So how do you two know each other?” I asked

    “Diego here just got transferred to our squad, You’ll be seeing a lot more of him.” Eric answered.

    “I was the last member of my squad, the rest have been honourably discharged.” Diego added.

    “Why did you decide to stay in the service?” 

    “Actually, Eric convinced me.” 

    “I told him it was his right as a man to fight for his country. Together we’ll bring real change.” Eric added.

    “Well hey, this Friday night, The rest of Eric’s squad is coming over to hang out and drink, You should come too.” I looked at Eric for approval, but I got the sense Eric was cool with Diego and wanted him as comfortable with the situation as possible. I thought it would be the best opportunity to show him what, as an alpha male, he was entitled to. 

    The look on Eric’s face showed me he was impressed with my initiative, and I suppose happy I was eager to accept this newcomer into their circle.

    “You can’t let him down now, look at that pathetic little face, the faggot will cry if you don’t come.” Eric poked fun, I flushed red, I guess he figured I was developing a crush… and he wasn’t entirely wrong.

    “Yeah, That’d be great. I’d love to.” Diego answered, I could tell he was genuine, in spite of Eric’s vulgar comments. 

    “We better get back to our run. Got some shit to do later.” Eric grabbed onto Diego's shoulder to nudge him back into pace. 

    “Nice meeting you, Lachlan, See you Friday.” Waved Diego as he jogged away.

    I felt Eric slap and squeeze my butt before he ran away, I assumed that meant he was pleased. As they jogged away I overheard “So what's your deal with him? Is he like your boyfriend or something?” 

    “Fuck no.” Was all I heard from Eric before they were too far away. 

    I walked off in the other direction, back towards home. I instinctively went to read into my pants, but a couple things stopped me. The first being I was in public, the second was I had made a promise to Alex not to touch myself, which I hadn’t done for months. All of my climaxes had been hands free ever since, and honestly we're increasingly pleasurable. Diego was so attractive though, It was hard to resist. Before I knew it, I was back home… Time seemed to shift completely when my mind was on that hot Hispanic god. I wanted to worship him so badly, but I knew it would take some convincing. 

    Friday night came, I had been preparing all day… I bought plenty of snacks and beer. Laying them out on the coffee table in the lounge room. I wasn’t sure what Diego liked, so I opted for variety. Several different kinds of chips, popcorn, chocolates, I was even preparing some party pies and sausage rolls. For alcohol I got great northern that the guys liked, I wasn’t very experienced when it came to alcohol, so I had asked Eric but he just told me to stop fagging out and just get some beer. Additionally, I had hidden bottles of lube all over the lounge room… Even though the guys loved to fuck me raw, save for using cum as their only lube, I had hoped their presence would encourage the guys to make use of them.

    As I was in the kitchen putting the pastries in the oven, I was surprised by the familiar bump pressing against my boy hole. I stood up in surprise to find myself trapped by Eric's powerful arms, One hand holding my chest, the other holding my neck. 

    “The little faggots got a crush. A hot new Colombian god for you to fag all over, hey?” 

    “N-no… I just want to make him feel welcome…” 

    Eric's grip tightened and I felt his breath hot against my ear.

    “Yeah is that so?” The power in his voice, I almost jizzed straight into the oven. Until suddenly he laughed and his grip eased.

    “Just kidding, you dumb little pussy. You can fag over him all you want, I know I’m the cock you come back to at the end of the night.” Then suddenly his powerful digits squeezed once again, I was caught without a breath to hold. “I don’t care if you have a crush, but don’t you fucking lie to me.”

    I nodded, and he resumed a more tender grip. Turning me to face him, he dominated my throat with his tongue. 

    “You’re going to help show him why real men like us should rule fags like you, got it?” 

    I nodded. “Sorry…” Looking down into his chest, I felt shame, both for having a crush on another man, and for lying about it.

    He gripped my hair and yanked it back, hard. Forcing me to make eye contact with him. “Fucking oath you’re sorry.” shooting a glob of spit into my face, rubbing it in with his other hand before pushing me away. He strutted out of the kitchen with the alpha confidence born to him, and I resumed my preparations. 

    It was getting dark when the others started to arrive. Tyrone and Jordan showed up first, bringing their own case of beers. Followed by Alex, who was much more friendly with me ever since our altercation. To the point where he would smile and give me the kind of hug one might give their friends' younger brother. Diego arrived next, and I rushed to greet him at the door. I showed him to the lounge room and he was greeted by the others who offered chest bumps and bro hugs, throwing him a beer. 

    Aryan arrived last, and to my surprise, brought someone else with him. A tall, athletic, slightly tanned skin man with light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing an American flag tank top and as if out of a political rally campaign, a bright red MAGA hat… 

    “Lachlan, this is Beau, Beau, this is Lachlan.” He introduced us, and the front of my shorts began to tent. I was speechless, and it did not go unnoticed by these two.

    “The fuck, you some kind of faggot boy?” He asked in a thick deep southern American accent.  

    “S-sorry… Uh, welcome.”

    Eric stepped up behind me, preventing me from backing away. “Fuck yeah, Beau’s here. Getting on the piss tonight?” 

    “You fucking know it!” Beau replied.

    I turned back to Eric surprised, I don’t know exactly what I was expecting but I suppose I was looking for some kind of explanation? Eric just grinned down at me, and ruffled my hair, giving me a slap to my ass and pushing me back into the kitchen.

    “Figured I’d save something for a surprise.” He explained vaguely.

    “He’s actually wearing a MAGA hat.” 

“Boys from America, and proud of it.” 

“He doesn’t actually think Trump is a smart leader, does he?” I was concerned.

“Fuck no, But cant have a woman in the white house.” 

“So why wear the hat then?” 

“Because it pisses off little liberal cucks like you.” He laughed, reaching down to squeeze my tiny erection.

I blushed and looked away. “Point taken…” 

Eric smirked, the smirk of a superior man who has bested me in yet another argument, and left the kitchen. I hurried to finish my preparations in the kitchen, and brought out plates of cooked pastries. 

The guys had saved me a seat, right between Diego and Beau… The two newcomers. So like a good little faggot, I took my seat. Diego draped his arm over my shoulder as he took a sip of his beer. And Beau, in that thick southern accent which had not diminished at all in his time living in Australia, asked. “So what's a lil queer like you hanging with a bunch of men like us?” 

Diego looked across the top of my head and glared at Beau, before giving me an encouraging squeeze. I guess he felt like he had to protect me. 

“I umm…” I managed to form before I was interrupted.

“Thought you’d love this, Beau. Lachlan is my faggot, He’s an example of what all fags like him should be. Serving real men like us.” Eric chimed in.

“What’d ya’ll mean by serving?” Beau asked, I could see Diego already had a good idea.

“Prepared this whole evening for us, the food, the drinks. He cooks and cleans, He’s a full time servant and never complains. He’ll drink your piss if you can’t be bothered to go to the toilet, and his ass is tighter than any fleshlight.” 

“Ain’t no wait I'm sticking my dick in some queer folk. Fags like him should be shot, one by one.” Beau countered.

“Think about how much use inferiors could be under our control, loyal and satisfied subservient workers. We can kill the ones who won't submit, a deterrent.” Aryan added.

“And if we control their ability to breed, all of them will die out in a few generations.” Alex pointed out.

“Y'all talking about bringing slavery back?” Beau’s interest seemed to have piqued. He looked down at me, I could feel the superiority oozing from his very skin. 

“It’s your birthright to dominate the world. You’re strong and I’m weak.” I said, hoping my opinion would be worth something. 

Diego was furious, He climbed to his feet and looked around at all the others. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve abused this kid into this weird brainwashing. This is all a joke right?”

Eric stood to match his frame while the others continued to relax, man spreading and sipping from their beer. 

“Fucking calm down dude. What’re you getting all upset over? The fact that you’re superior to week willed faggots like that?” He asked, pointing to me.

“I’m not superior to anyone, We’re all fucking equal around here!” Diego shouted.

Beau jumped to his feet. “You saying I’m equal to this fucking degenerate?” He sneered.

“Yeah you are, fucking deal with it. Putting your insecurities onto others, you’re the fucking weak one.” He declared.

Beau lunged forward, attacking Diego. I subdued myself back into the lounge so I was out of the way. Eric and the others leaped into action, separating the duelling alphas. 

“Hey hey! Enough! Arms down boys, You shouldn’t be fighting each other, save your strength for what it's meant for. Dominating inferiors.” Eric Insisted.

Diego grunted at him. “I don’t know how to tell you any clearer, I’m not superior to anyone.”

“Faggot… fucking tell him how he makes you feel.” Eric offered me the floor. 

I stood up and took a step towards them, slowly the guys released Diego and Beau as their blood cooled. 

“You are superior, Diego, All of you are… including Beau. Not just to me, or to others like me, but to the vast majority of human life. You’re gods to us, living deities. Not just something someone wrote about in a book one time. The way you, all of you make me feel is indescribable. It’s something I know in my core, deep down, I would do anything for you, because it’s what you deserve. The presence you command, regardless of your position, is overwhelmingly powerful, and all of us know it.” I knelt before him, my face inches from his crotch. 

Looking up to the perfect image of a Colombian god. He was still tense, but I could feel him relaxing. Was it an Aura? A pheromone? Or something else? Whatever it was, it was inviting. I don’t know if it was my words or my actions, but something struck a chord. I placed my hand on his crotch and I felt it… The massive brown rod, the symbol of pure masculinity, was engorged with blood. He didn’t pull away, he didn't flinch, he left me to my duty.

I reached for the zipper to his pants and slowly drew it down. “Men like you deserve anything and everything in life, and it’s people like me who you’re meant to take it from…” 

In one swift stroke, the perfect cock flicked out from its confines, and bobbed in my face. Dripping with precum, a rope managed to cling to my lips as it flicked around.

“You’ve gotten a blowjob from a chick before, right?” Asked Eric. “Didn’t it make you feel superior seeing your cock block her airways? Now thank about how pathetic a man must be to let that happen to him…”

I leaned forward, my lips pressed against Diego’s cock. He twitched, briefly pulling back before he eased his hips forward again. Again I pressed my lips against the head, and slipped them slowly over the tip. 

“Fuck…” He gasped.

I pressed on, sliding the thick latino dick down my throat.

“You do look pretty fucking pathetic with that in your mouth…” He accepted.

Grabbing my head, he guided his cock as deeply as I could take it. Right to the base, my nose buried in his curly brown pubes. He turned his body and relaxed, sitting back down on the lounge, the others joined him. Even Beau, sitting right beside him, pulled out his cock. 

I reached over and when his hand moved away, I took it as an invitation to please the southern gentleman. Slowly stroking his cock in a similar manner to how I was sucking Diego’s. Teasing and tasting each of it for at least five minutes before I swapped to Beau. Like Diego, he flinched back. I looked up at him, waiting for his permission before he finally relaxed and pushed his hips forward towards me.

“Fuck it.” He said, grabbing my head and forcing me down onto his manhood hard and fast. Skullfucking me without any hesitation. 

“Doesn’t seeing the little faggot sucking your cock just make you want to punch him?” Eric said.

“Yeah… it does.” Diego said, clenching his fist. 

Soon, the evening returned to what the rest of us considered normal. The guys were drinking beer, eating snacks, and getting riled up over the footy. When Diego and Beau came, each one of them coated my face in their cum, and so a game was formed to see how much cum I could catch on my face. If I split a drop, the penalty was a black eye. I only went away with one new bruise that night. 

In the end, I added two new gods to the true pantheon of gods that night.