Serving Alpha Gods

When I met Diego, he gave off such an inviting and relaxing aura. He was a kind and compassionate god, a far cry from the boastful, arrogant, and narcissistic deities I had devoted my life to. Beau, on the other hand… Was even further into this lifestyle than I could have ever expected. Imagine the arrogance and conservative attitudes of Eric, Tyrone, Jordan, Aryan and Alex all merged into one. They were on totally opposite ends of the spectrum. 

    As the months passed, the road was full of non stop challenges. The two of them were at each other's throats more than the US and Russia had been during the cold war. Only difference was it came to blows every Friday night when they had a few too many. Eventually the guys and I stopped trying to stop them and just started watching… I added the images to my internal memory storage to think about when I was feeling horny. When the two of them weren’t fighting, they were throwing a fist or two my way. 

    Regardless, my life full of hot headed, angry, savage muscle men increased from 5 to 7. Each day was growing increasingly difficult, and yet I had somehow managed to rise to each challenge. I always feared what was to come next, but I had the courage to push forward, and the faith to understand If I failed, it was by the will of my gods. 

    Everyday hid several new surprises, Eric was no stranger to the mantra “Never let someone know your next move.” I was exposed to near death experiences monthly, and lost track of how many times I was an accessory to a crime. For example, I was fairly sure Australia's gun laws were stricter than Eric’s gun collection would suggest, regardless of his profession. 

    The closest I had ever come to death, however, took place three months after Eric introduced me to Beau and Diego. The days leading up to the incident were strange, emotionally rough and physically demanding. 

    I was walking back home from spending a few hours at a friend's house, Eric was out with the guys and wouldn’t be home for a few hours. Or at least that's what I was expecting. As I climbed the steps to the front door, a rather attractive woman emerged. She smiled and introduced herself before leaving. I was curious who she was, I figured she was a friend of one of our housemates. When I entered, I saw Eric spread out on the lounge, drinking a beer and watching TV. 

    “Hey faggot, get over here. I need you to clean my cock.” 

    My face flushed red hot, My mind drew immediately to the worst conclusion. A hot woman leaving the house right, and I come in to him asking me to clean his cock? What other conclusion could I reach in this circumstance?

    “Who was that?” I asked, pointing out the door.

    “Just some chick, are you going to come suck me off or not?” 

    I swallowed, feeling something as large as a cock clog my throat. I couldn’t find the words… or in truth… the courage to speak my mind. I stammered and stood there like an idiot. He wasn’t in a very tolerant mood and suddenly raised his voice.

    “Lets go faggot! Come clean my cock.” 

    With fear, I rushed forward, sliding down between his spread legs. I pulled the cock from his pants, it was still wet, coated in cum and… possibly other juices… As ordered, I began to worship is cock. In spite of my assumptions, I wasn’t about to give a half assed blowjob. If, and I hated to even think about this, he was cheating on me, I had to step up my game and show him I was worth more than any woman… 

    He came again, which was encouraging. But I felt a bundle of anxiety in my chest. Eric told me to sit beside him, and he laid his powerful arm over my shoulders, pulling me in to lean on him. The situation was entirely confusing, I didn’t know how to feel about any of it… I wanted to ask Eric for a straight answer, but I was scared of what that answer would be. I defaulted to remaining silent and just enjoying our time together. Later that night he fucked me as hard as ever, so other than the woman and his cum soaked dick… There was very little evidence to suggest he had been unfaithful.

    The next morning, when Eric left for work, I received a text from an unknown number. 

It read “You’re not stupid, He’s cheating on you.” 

Which did nothing to help the growing knot in my stomach. I texted back “Who is this?” Only to receive no reply. 

I decided It wasn’t a trustworthy source of information, especially if they weren’t going to explain who they were or how they knew. So I chose to ignore it. Later when Eric returned home, I chose not to inform him, I didn’t want to anger him and make him think someone was spreading rumours about him. 

Although I wish I could say they were just rumours… A week later, I came home only this time to find another strange woman exiting our bedroom. Once again she politely introduced herself and then left. I entered the room to find Eric, Though he was fully clothed and doing a workout.

“Sup fag?” He said between breaths.

“Who was that girl?” I asked.

“Some dumb bitch, hungry for dick.” He was all but shamelessly confirming it at this point…

“Did you…?” I found the strength to form two works.

“Can’t you see I’m a little busy?” He explained… That was either his answer, or him telling me to go away. 

I decided to take it both and left for the kitchen to prepare dinner. Who were these women and what could they want with Eric? He’s a misogynistic prick, the only thing they could want from him would be his body… He’s never had a female friend as long as I’ve known him, what else could it be? Do I have to walk in on him in the act to confirm it? Even after this, I still couldn’t find the strength to confront him. 

It was at that moment I received another text. “She was screaming his name.” 

I texted back “Who is this???” but received no reply.

Someone was toying with me, Was it Eric? Was this some kind of loyalty test? Maybe it was a practical joke? What would be its purpose? 

Once again, I decided to ignore the text.

Another week passed, I was returning home from a long walk up the hill from the local woolies. As I neared our unit, I could hear some strange sounds coming from inside. I hurried past the other doors until I came to ours, the sounds were louder but no less clear… Until I opened the door. I heard it, the sound of a woman screaming out in pleasure. Some dumb bitch saying “Fuck me Eric! Fuck me! Oh my god your cock is massive!” 

I walked through the house in disbelief. I passed one of my housemates who mouthed the word “Sorry.” I could see the pity on his face, it was almost more painful than what I was currently experiencing… 

I sat down by the bedroom door. I couldn’t find the strength to open it. I listened to Eric please some random woman in our bedroom. Not only could I hear her, but I recognised the grunts and growls. The bestial sounds of a primal force ravaging a tight and inviting hole… 

There was no denying it, Eric was cheating on me. If you could call it cheating… I guess he always made it clear to me this wasn't some lovey-dovey relationship, I was his fag and I belonged to him. I somehow thought all the time we spent together, the kisses and the cuddles. How close he always wanted me, not just in his vicinity but actually holding each other, seemed a good indication of how he felt about us, but in that moment, I concluded I was wrong. 

I received another text. “Told you so.” 

It wasn’t Eric who was texting me… Maybe one of the guys? What did it really matter at this point?

Two hours passed. I sat hanging my head between my knees until finally the moaning, the screams and grunts were replaced by silence. I couldn’t tell if she had climaxed, but I was intimately familiar with the sounds Eric made. 

A few moments later, the door opened. A new woman, gorgeous and massive breasts. She was surprised to see on the floor by the door. She excused herself and hurried out of the house. I found the strength to climb to my feet, as I entered, Eric was laying on the bed, stroking his magnificent, pussy juice slicken cock. Even upset, I couldn’t help but see him for the god he was.

“You’ve been fucking these women?” I wasn’t afraid anymore. If I were to upset him, at least I would be able to die by his hands. At this point, it was more than I could hope for.

“Yeah? You didn’t get that?” Not only did he not try to deny it, He was proud, and surprised I only just seemed to figure it out.

“So, that's it then? What was the point of all this?” I struggled to form my next sentence. “I thought - I thought that you and I…” 

Eric just rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, They just want me for my cum.” 

I wasn’t sure I heard right, my face screwed up as I tried to figure out his choice of words… He said cum, surely he meant dick? To suggest this was just a pleasure thing?

“What?” I asked.

He continued to stroke his massive cock with his left hand, resting his head on his right. His hairy armpit was exposed and sweat dripped over his body, soaking into the bedsheets. I had lost all ambition, all desire… If he asked anything of me at this very moment, I’d do it without question, without thought. 

“It’s my perfect genes, Blond hair, Blue eyes, this perfect body you worship on the nightly. I’m fucking my baby batter into their.” 

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“So you want a kid?” I deduced.

“Fuck no, These bitches want to have -my- kids. So I’m giving it to them.” 

I lost full control of my body, but I did nothing I expected. I turned away from Eric, and left. I walked out of the room, out of the unit, out of the building and just kept walking. 

“Oi, Faggot!” I heard Eric call out, but it wasn't anger, annoyance or frustration, I’m not sure what I heard, but it wasn’t any emotion that usually accompanied that word. 

I just kept walking, it was late in the evening. The sun had set hours ago, and I received a text message… Well, one in particular, amongst the endless stream of texts and missed calls from Eric I had been too upset to answer, there was another from that unknown number.

“It’s dangerous to go alone.” I couldn’t help but give a split second of a grin as I appreciated the reference. Before I could reply, I received another.

“Where are you? I’ll pick you up.” 

I don’t know what I was thinking. Call it a moment of poor judgement, weakness, or pure stupidity, but I sent them my location… 

I sat on the curb and waited. Every time a car drove by, I was anxious it would slow to a stop. My phone was still blowing up, Not only with messages and calls from Eric, but now all the guys were, Tyrone, Alex, Jordan, Aryan, Diego, Beau, even my housemates were concerned.  But I couldn’t answer any of them. I needed to get away from this life for just the night. So I turned off my phone.

20 minutes had passed, and finally a car slowed to a stop right in front of me. It was some kind of sports car, bright red. I didn’t know a lot about vehicles, but I could tell it was expensive. The door opened, and I could see into the driver's seat.

It was a man, handsome and muscular. Pale skin with freckles, ginger hair. Wearing a white shirt and black blazer, jeans and what looked to be pretty expensive shoes.. I climbed into the car without even asking the man's name. As I got closer I saw his irises were just as red as his car, In silence we drove away.

    It was only a few minutes before I started to cry. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, It was welcome but it didn't help end the tears. 

    After another 10 minutes, I heard a warm welcoming voice. “It’ll be alright, You’re stronger than you know.” 

    I tried to stop myself from crying, rubbing my fists into my eyes to clean away the salt water that dripped down my cheeks. I looked over to him, and forced a smile. I appreciated his concern and attempt to help but I wasn't sure if what he was saying was accurate. 

    “I’m sorry…” 

    “Hey, don't apologise, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He grinned. The smile was perfect, I could feel a lifetime of sincerity of the handsome pair of lips that beamed at me. 

    “I’m Nathan.” He introduced himself.

    “Lachlan.” I replied with a sniffle.

    “I know, I know all about you.” He explained vaguely. 

    I arched my brow and looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?” 

    “You dedicated your life to someone and they let you down, you feel betrayed, you thought you were safe and happy with them, you did things you thought you would never do for someone like them, you opened yourself up to them, you were vulnerable, and they threw the trust you placed in them back in your face. You feel worthless. Am I right?”

    I felt like I had met a kindred spirit, Nathan seemed to be in my innermost thoughts. He described my mental state perfectly. It was as if he was intimately familiar with my situation. I turned to him and nodded.

    “Yeah… You’ve read me perfectly.” 

    Reading this, you might have realised something was wrong, but I was stupid, and emotional. I failed to connect the dots that were right in my face. 

    “Where are we going, by the way?” I figured I would ask, Though I didn’t sense any malicious intent.

    “If it's ok with you, I thought we’d just go back to my place, get you fed, I’ll crash on the couch. We can figure out what you want to do tomorrow.” 

    I was taken back somewhat by the surprise offer. The generosity was ridiculous but I wasn't in the right state of mind to question it. 

    “Thank you.”

    We drove into the city in silence, up to one of the random buildings in the centre. It wasn’t the tallest but it was larger than any building I had been in. We drove into the underground carpark. I shouldn’t have been surprised, because of the clear wealth he possessed as demonstrated by his car, but I wasn't expecting this. He pulled into a park labelled “Reserved” with a name. 

    He guided me to the lift and pressed the number 40. I stood there beside him in silence, too shy to start a conversation. Suddenly I was in the building of a very attractive stranger, and soon to be in his apartment. I was yet to question his intentions and instead defaulted to being on my best behaviour. I didn’t want to do anything which might upset him, he was being so kind to me and I felt like I had to respect that.

    We arrived on his floor and he showed me to his apartment. It was larger than I expected, and the view was incredible. There was no doubt this guy was living it large. My first question was what he did for a profession that he could afford such a high end apartment. 

    “Make yourself at home, I hope you’re hungry, I was making chicken and mushroom fettuccine.” 

    My eyes widened with delight. “That's my favourite dish.” 

    He looked back at me with that adorable grin as he walked into the kitchen. I decided to take him up on his offer and make myself at home, sitting down on the large and expensive U-shaped lounge. I looked ahead at the massive TV, but instead my eye was caught by the window to its left. Wanting to ignore the outside world for the time, I tried to remain seated, but my nostalgia got the better of me. Looking out the window, I realised just how high the floor was. We weren’t in the tallest building, not by a long shot, but I had never been up this high before. I found myself searching the streets below and enjoying the scenery. Eventually, I made out the distinctly shaped cinema near my building… from there I followed the road up until I laid eyes on it… I was so far yet still so close.

    “Beautiful view, yeah?”

    The stranger approached from behind, a white bowl in each hand full to the brim with creamy chicken and mushroom pasta. I smiled in reply and nodded. He handed me one of the bowls and gestured for me to sit with him in the lounge. We sat in one of the corners, our knees bumping as we ate. In silence we enjoyed the meal, the sauce was thick and creamy and the noodles were perfectly plump and slithered down your throat inducing pure ecstasy. It was at this moment when something clicked.

    “How did you know what was happening?” I asked.

    He looked away for the moment, then back to me with that same warm and disarming smile. 

    “If I’m being honest, I’ve been watching over you for some time… I wanted to introduce myself, but I had seen you with your boyfriend and-”

    “He wasn’t my boyfriend…” I interrupted.

    “I saw you with that guy… And I thought I didn’t have a chance against someone like that. I know how creepy this sounds, I legitimately stalked you, I’m sorry… are you mad?” He explained. 

    Without proper thought, I accepted his explanation.

    “No That's… actually kinda sweet… I don’t think anyone has ever cared about me that much…”

    “I umm… I’m not… I don’t want to pressure you or make any expectations… I just want to make sure you’re safe…” 

    I wondered just how long he had been watching me… He knew Eric had been with these other women, he warned me about them.

    “While you were watching me… what else did you see?” I asked shyly, I tried to hide the red on my cheeks, embarrassed by my behaviour over the 18 months.

    He bit his lip and stalled by taking another mouth full. “I saw the abuse you suffered… How he made you feel like you were nothing more than some kind of sex toy… a slave. You worshipped him, utterly and completely…” 

    I started to cry again, but silently this time. I went to wipe my tears away but Nathan beat me to it. I smiled meekly at him. “I didn't just feel like it. I know I’m less than him, I’ll never be equal to him, and I’ll always be a failure.”

    “No, you’re not a failure. He failed you. He had the perfect worshipper, devotee, disciple, fanatic? Whatever you want to call it. You were perfectly loyal and obedient, and he took that for granted. You deserve more than that.” 

    He rubbed over my right eye, the favourite spot Eric liked to bruise me. The most recent one still had not fully healed and it stung to touch. I sat there, looking into his eyes, my apatite was gone, or maybe I had just forgotten about the food entirely. I put the bowl on the nearby coffee table, and so did he. Cupping one hand on my cheek, thumb pressed into my bruised eye, he gripped his other around my neck and guided me into a kiss. 

The passion was insane, before too long I found myself on my back with him on top. Pressing his lips, his hands, his body down into me. I could feel the growing appendage between his leg engorge at our touches. We laid there for an eternity, our lips locked much longer than I had with anyone. He broke the seal only long enough to speak. 

“I’ve wanted this - you - for months…” And we resumed kissing. 

He hastily pulled off his belt, and started to unzip his jeans. He stood, trying to maintain the kiss for as long as he could before he was standing upright. Reaching into his pants he pulled out his massive uncut cock, stemming from a trimmed bush of ginger curls. It hung a good 20cms before me, leaking precum so hard it dripped onto my shirt, leaving a massive stain. The head peaked out from the foreskin half way before it was fully erect. 

“I’ve thought about this moment for a long time…” he announced, placing a hand on the back of my head. 

The scent was so different to what I had ever smelled. It was intoxicating and enticing. I felt my blood rush to parts of my body they never had before. I was light headed and a little dizzy… He was producing so many feelings inside of me I had never experienced before… Was I just infatuated with this stranger? Or was he giving me something I had never been given before? Regardless, I pressed myself forward as the hands gliding through my hair guided me. My lips parted around the edge of the cock. I felt the bump of the foreskin press past my lips and slide back over the shaft as it moved down my throat. 

“You don’t know what I’ve been through to be here… You’ve no idea what I’m going to do to you…” 

I felt his grip tighten around my head, and he thrusted forward. I heard his words but I didn’t care to analyse them. I was in the grip of ecstasy and I wasn’t going to let it go. I moved my hands up his legs, holding onto his thighs and gently teasing his ass as I pulled down on the lip of his pants, slowly pulling them down. I pulled out slowly, leaving the tip of his magnificent cock to bounce on my lips. 

“Look up at me.” He instructed.

I did as he said, my eyes lost in the piercing twinned rubies that looked down upon me.

“Open” 

I opened my mouth. Quickly after, he summoned a thick glob of spit, shooting it down into my mouth, bits of it spraying over my face. He quickly shoved his cock back down deep to block my airway. I closed my eyes to enjoy the taste.

“Look at me.” He repeated.

I obeyed, opening my eyes, keeping them locked with his. He spat on me again. He ramped up his thrusts, soon he was skull fucking me. I gagged, finding it difficult to gasp for air. But I bared through it, holding out for as long as I could. Eventually he released his grip and threw me back. I gasped for air for only a second before I felt the soft and delicious sensation of lips against mine once more. He knelt down to me, pressing me back against the lounge.

Lost in the thrills of passion, I have no idea how we managed it. But suddenly I was on my back, we were in the bedroom and his bed was massive and absurdly comfortable. We were completely naked and his massive cock was rubbing against my tiny dick. He held up his arm, pushing my face into his armpit.

“Fuck, lick it.” He ordered.

I lapped it up with pleasure, the scent of man was so thrilling to me… Something I’ll never be, even tonight of all nights, I couldn’t deny my nature… I loved it so much, I craved it, and Nathan was giving me everything I needed.

Suddenly I felt pressure on my neck, a hand squeezing around my throat. I looked into the eyes that hovered above me, the face I had come to expect nothing but kindness from… Had changed, replaced with an all too familiar aggression… The face of a superior, looking down upon an inferior with disgust, pity, and disdain… 

“You want my cock?” He asked.

I nodded “Yeah…” speaking in a light breath.

With his free hand, he pulled my legs up over his shoulders. My ass was exposed completely. I felt the tip of his cock gently slide against my taint, sliding up past my balls and over my dick.

“Fuck look at that thing… I bet you’re used to being told how pathetic it is compared to real men…” He taunted…

My face was flushed, I couldn’t hide it, His face was inches from mine and our eyes were locked. I nodded slightly in reply but the feeling of something invading my anus caught me off guard, My mouth opened wide in surprise and I silently screamed. He smirked as he watched the effect he had on my body. 

“I knew this would be worth it.” 

He slowly thrusted in and out for around a minute. The rush of this foreign cock invading my insides… And a complete stranger no less… I hadn’t been with someone new since Beau and Diego came into my life. This was different though, I had so little time to get to know this man and now he was fucking me raw. 

Soon he increased the pace, grinding his cock purposely against my prostate. It was impossible for me not to moan any longer. I unleashed a volley of unholy sounds, each strike to my g-spot sent a jolt through my body. Nathan continued for over 10 minutes before he slowed to more powerful, deep thrusts. They hurt but I could feel it reaching a point inside me there was no going back from… 

    After an unfathomable amount of time, He pulled out. We kissed again before he flipped me onto all fours. Pushing hard onto the back of my head, I arched my back. My ass was presenting up in the air while my head was down against the bed. Without warning he forced himself back inside of me, and relentlessly thrusted at a speed I didn’t think he was capable of. His fingers held tight in my hair, pulling hard, my head angled painfully upward.

    “Fuck, I’m surprised a slut like you is this tight…”

    My clit was swinging softly back and forth as my body rocked in rhythm with Nathan’s thrusts. Pre leaking like a broken tap, flicking against my legs and pooling on the bed sheets. The time between thrusts slowed but each one was powerful and quick. My body was quaking, the ripples of pleasure were washing over my body like a wave machine. Out of nowhere, Nathan flipped me back over, he pressed his muscular frame into my weak body. Kissing me once again but it was a mere distraction as he ramped up his pace quite significantly. 

    “Want me to breed you?” 

    I nodded “Yes sir, please breed me.” I replied. 

    “I’m gonna fucking cum.” 

I could feel his muscles tense, his balls slapping against my ass were becoming more firm with each thrust. The cock so deep was thicker, harder, more firm. I felt the warm rush of liquid flood my bowels, the sensation was all too familiar, and my body reacted on instinct. I reached my climax right when Nathan began to slow his pace, the warm white liquid coating my legs and leaking down my ass and over my taint. He pulled out and climbed up towards me, thrusting his hips towards my face. His powerful legs holding down my arms. His cum soaked cock dripped onto my lips.

“Clean it.” He ordered.

I obeyed. As the high from the situation calmed down, I came to realise what just happened. Whatever my relationship was with Eric, I thought he cheated on me, and yet here I was, basically doing the same thing to him. A stranger's cock deep down my throat as this epiphany struck. I couldn’t enjoy it any longer but I couldn’t disappoint him either. I did my job and obeyed the order. Cleaning every nook and crevice of that magnificent penis before It was taken from my mouth.

As the guilt started to sink in, Nathan looked down at me. His hands gently caressing my cheeks, the warm and innocent smile had returned to his face. Suddenly his right hand clenched into a fist, he reeled back and aimed for my eye. 

I blacked out. 

There was no indication of how long time had passed, but when I finally woke up I was in a damp and dark room… I tried to move but I was bound, sitting uncomfortably on a crappy metal chair. When my eyes began to adjust, I looked around for signs of life. I was in some kind of abandoned warehouse. It was empty of everything except dust and a couple of possums who made their home in the rafters. 

Suddenly someone stepped out from the shadows, a familiar face. I only had a short time to memorise that face, but it was unforgettable. The pale skin, the freckles, the bright red eyes and the ginger hair… It was Nathan. His warm and inviting smile was replaced with an evil and sinister smirk.

“Time to have some fun, Faggot.” 

    The fear was unlike anything I had experienced. I had been put into some incredible situations ever since Eric violently forced his way into my life. But it was nothing like this. I was tied to a chair in a dark room. I had no idea where I was or how I got here. I only knew of who brought me here. I had no concept of time, any windows were boarded up, and I hadn’t seen sunlight since the day I met my kidnapper. I could have been here for days, weeks, or even months… I speculated based on how often I was fed, once a day I might add, that I had been here for a couple of weeks. 

    Nathan was keeping me hungry. Was it a form of torture, conditioning, or was he just being cruel? The meals were basic and flavourless, like some kind of gruel. I only drank his piss and cum, no fresh water. When he was feeling primal, he’d fuck me raw. And he never let me bathe or shower, I can only imagine how I would smell. When he was feeling particularly aggressive, I would experience some actually torture. I’d endured beatings worse than ever before, While he preferred to use his fists, he’d sometimes use tools. I can’t even describe what it was like when he brought out the knives.

    Sometimes I wouldn’t see him for days at a time, I assumed… Until one day he came in, things were different. He was smiling with that sincere, kind and inviting grin that attracted me to him in the first place. 

    “Hey… You’ve been such a good faggot.” He started to caress my hair. “This’ll all pay off soon…” 

    My tear ducts were dry, not a drop left from all the crying I had done, but I looked up at him with complete and utter defeat. I wondered what he was saying, what would pay off soon, I hesitated asking the question. Not because he ever punished me for speaking, but because he had never answered my questions in the past.

    “W-What… what do you mean?” 

    He chuckled slightly before he knelt down beside me. Hanging his arm over my shoulder. “I guess it’s time I told you… You’re all part of my grand plan. It's stupid and selfish and childish of course, Like every revenge plan. And let's not even talk about how predictable it is.”

    He pushed his cheek up to mine, holding me close as a kind of perverted hug.

    “You know all about how Eric and the others abandoned me behind enemy lines, Well I'm going to kill you while he watches. Won’t that be the perfect way for you to die? A faggot caught between the power of two alpha males. Your little clit must be throbbing at the thought.” 

    He was spot on, the thought of being snuffed by his god-like hands all for some crazy power game between him and Eric was more than I could bear… If I had any cum left, my disgusting pants would have received another coat. 

    “You can do whatever you want to me… But why me? It’s clear Eric doesn’t care about me, why would he care if you killed me?” I asked.

    Nathan responded with a laugh. “You really are an idiot, That meathead is in love with you, He’s been texting you non stop since you disappeared. I guess that means you’re perfect for each other. Too bad you couldn’t separate a man's natural need to procreate from his feelings for you and what a shame he couldn’t see the value in something right in front of him.” 

    His words resonated with me. One bump in the road, and I ran away right into more trouble than I could handle. I was too afraid to talk to Eric and it led to a mistake of my own and now, if Nathan’s plan played out like he expects, the next time I see Eric will be seconds before I die. 

    “Oh look at that, we’re on” He said, showing me his phone. 

It revealed a text chain he had been exchanging with Eric. The first showed a picture of me sucking his cock, followed by me asleep on his bed, leaking cum from my anus. A story unfolded of my experiences, the abuses I endured at his hands, all sent to Eric. Eric replied with a message threatening to kill him in a very vulgar and creative way. To which Nathan replied with an address…

“We’ve had some fun times, but it looks like it’s all coming to an end. When the guys get here, shit’ll hit the fan. Don’t worry, I'll make it quick.”

Nathan left, presumably to complete the preparations for his plan. He returned with a combat knife, one I had become overwhelmingly familiar with over the course of my time here. He scratched the tip against my knee and across my skin, up to my neck. It was sharp but he didn't press hard enough to break the skin this time. Still, it didn’t prevent me from flinching. 

“It’ll only hurt for a moment, you’ll bleed out quickly, I promise.” 

He sealed that promise with a kiss, but I couldn’t enjoy it. He wasn’t hiding anything, there were no mincing words, no hidden meanings, no metaphors and no misdirection. He was going to kill me. He sat behind me as we waited for the guys to arrive, and it wasn't long before we heard people approaching the door at the far end of the room. Nathan gripped my hair, pulled back my head, and held his knife to my neck. 

Three people entered the room, each carrying a gun far larger than I thought I’d see them outside of a battlefield. Dressed and fully equipped in their military outfits. If I wasn’t completely exhausted and legitimately fearing for my life, I would have been so turned on. 

On the left was the southern country bumpkin Beau, on the right was the indigenous powerhouse Tyrone, and in the middle was the Scandinavian god, Eric. I couldn’t believe it, was this an indication of something I had failed to see before? These guys were now breaking the law to save me… There's no way they were legally removing that equipment from the military base, they could have just called the police, or failing that, just forgot me entirely… Maybe I was reading too far into this, maybe they were here as a point of pride. Eric thought I belonged to him, and my kidnapping was an attack on his power. 

“Nathan?” Eric asked in surprise.

I could see the shock on his and Tyrone's face, Beau looked to the others. “The fuck is Nathan?” 

Nathan scoffed. “You replaced me with this redneck?” He asked, pointing the knife at Beau.

Beau responded by pulling his gun up to aim. “Say again, perve?” 

“Never thought I’d see you again.” Eric said plainly.

“You mean after you left me for dead? I spent a year in a POW camp.” Nathan scolded. 

“You’re not walking away from this.” Tyrone added.

Nathan began to play with the knife on my neck, drawing it down to my chest, pressing it in gently, just enough to hurt. My breath turned short, I couldn’t hide the fear. It was obvious a mile away. 

“I never intended to. You’re so predictable, Eric. Let me guess. You’ve got Jordan outside with a sniper, maybe across the street in the crane? Do you think Aryan has finished installing that explosive on my car? Are you sure Alex and that dirty spic Diego are in position at the back exit?” 

Eric was good at poker, He could fool his friends but I knew that face. Everything was exactly as Nathan had predicted. 

    “No matter what happens today, You’re dead.” 

    “I died years ago, You sniff one pair of undies and suddenly you’re labelled as a faggot. I didn’t even like the smell! Meanwhile, you had this little aids spreader bouncing on your cock every night like a bitch moaning in heat!” 

    I felt a cut across my shoulder, I let out a short scream in pain and subdued into the chair down to the right. 

    “If that knife breaks the skin one more time, I’ll be adding another hole to your head.” Eric threatened.

As Eric raised his gun, so did Tyrone. Even though the guns were aiming at Nathan, my body was swimming with fear. I was becoming light headed, dizzy and empty. I was about to pass out, either from the pain or the terror, it didn’t matter in the end. I closed my eyes and prayed for a miracle. I was caught in a war between warring gods, the orthodox pantheon, and the exile. When the gods wage war, it's the mortals who suffer.

Nathan's fury was so strong I could feel it radiate off his skin. “We were a unit, we were the only real men in this world, the six of us were going to change the world together. The shit we did together, we killed together, we committed war crimes together, and one misunderstanding and you cast me out.”

“Please stop…” I whispered.

“Well bless your heart, princess. A little tussle and he fixin’ to tell us his life story.” Beau commented.

“For fuck sake, Shut that inbred backwater hicktown gullet of yours.” Nathan replied.

Beau tightened the grip on his gun, pulling it up to his head, aiming down the sight. “‘Bout to blow yer freckled pale face off, ginger cunt.” 

“Please… Stop…” I asked, louder, but was still ignored.

“Wouldn’t be the first guy you blew, How many non-family members are on that list?” The insults continued to escalate. 

“Eric, ‘bout to paint the floor red…” 

“What, From your period?”

Beau was livid, he couldn’t hold back. I heard a shot fired right past me… a physical shot. Fortunately he only fired a warning shot. But I couldn’t take it anymore, I don’t know what it was but something grew inside me until it finally erupted.

“Just stop! You’re all strong powerful men, why are you in this pathetic dick measuring contest?! You all made mistakes.” 

I looked up to Nathan. “These guys made a mistake, one born out of ignorance and misunderstanding. That doesn’t make it right, you should know well how much faggotry enrages alpha males… It's in your blood.” 

I turned my attention to the three standing by the door. “Nathan was struggling with something, He kept his sexuality a secret, He didn’t think he could share what he was going through with you, and he exploited your trust to explore it, but that doesn’t make him a faggot. I’m the only faggot in this room. Only friendships this strong go up in flames so violently… I’ve seen how it’s affected you, all of you… You’re all so similar, you shouldn’t be fighting, you should be taking on the world, together.” 

This was the longest I had gone without anyone interrupting me, slapping me on the back of the head, or falling me a “stupid faggot who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Silence fell over the warehouse, Eric lowered his gun, followed by Tyrone. Beau looked to the others and sighed with disappointment and rolled his eyes. 

Nathan pulled the combat knife away from me, Which actually made me more terrified… I didn’t think my words would work on anyone, I didn’t want anyone to die, and if Nathan gave up his human shield, Eric wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. My heart started to race as I felt my hands were cut free. I looked back at him in panic, He would die and it would be all my fault. 

Eric stepped off the platform and down the stairs from the door. Tyrone and Beau followed. I tried to step up between them but my legs were still bound to the chair. Nathan stepped out in front of me, his human shield was completely useless. I quickly made notes, each of them was carrying a combat knife, it would undoubtedly lead to bloody consequences. None of them would back down until the other stopped moving. 

They now stood less than a foot away, Eric and Nathan stared at each other with such an intense expression. I braced myself for what was to come. But Eric managed to surprise me yet again… The two of them embraced in the manliest hug I had ever seen. When they were done, no words were exchanged. They then did something which was much less surprising, they exchanged a punch, harder than any they had given me, then smirked. Completely unphased, they just leaned down to cut the tape that bound my legs to the chair.

“What so… That's it?” Beau asked, disappointed.

“Talking about feelings is some faggy shit.” Eric explained.

“The little cum guzzler covered everything.” Nathan added. 

When I was free, I climbed to my feet. I was still mad at Eric, expecting some kind of apology or something. But instead I received a hard slap to the face, followed by a glob of spit.

“Next time you run away, I’ll break your fucking legs.” 

I guess an apology was too much to expect. The next thing I knew, Eric had swept me off my feet, like a damsel in distress he’s just rescued from a burning tower. I laid in his arms as he turned to leave. 

Tyrone activated his radio, “Stand down.” He signalled as we left. 

Fortunately, Aryan removed the explosive from Nathan's car and Jordan came down from that crane… It was uncanny how accurate those predictions were. Another indication of how well he knew his friend. Alex and Diego met us with the other two outside the warehouse. They exchanged a bro hug that could only be exchanged between long lost friends. Beau and Diego settled on some respectful handshakes… Fortunately it didn’t take long for them to warm up to each other.

Later that night, Eric and I had what he would call “A faggot feelings chat” however we balanced it out by doing it while his cock was balls deep inside me. He refused to classify our relationship with a label, and he couldn’t promise he wouldn't breed with another woman. He did however help me understand exactly what it was, why he needs to do it, and how it doesnt change how he feels about me.

“The true pleasure my cock can give is wasted on a faggot, I told you early on how inferior you are and how pathetic it makes you compared to a real woman. This cock, this throbbing, powerful weapon that hangs down to my knees, not only can it help a woman reach levels of pleasure you’ll never feel in your wildest dreams, but I had a duty to our species. I have to spread my superior, perfect, alpha, god-like genes throughout the human race. Just as it's your duty to serve men like myself and to never procreate. That is what women get from me that you can never have, they get the pleasure of carrying, birthing and raising my children.” 

When he explained it that way, it made complete sense. It was only right for him to spread his seed across the world and it was selfish of me to deny him that. He was right, I was inferior, not only to men but to women. I could never carry children, His children… But I will carry the shame with me for the rest of my life. The very least I could do was encourage the practice. 

 It wasn’t exactly what I expected, but the night was a complete game changer for us… Eric was more willing to open up to me, and I was less afraid to express myself. I was still his faggot and he was still my alpha, that would never change. From that moment on, women were coming over every other day. I would be Eric's insemination assistant. Providing whatever he needed during these sessions to ensure conception. When he was done I would be allowed to clean up by sucking the remaining cum and pussy juices from his cock, but more often than not my job involved sitting, waiting and watching. Sometimes I would be allowed to join in, but Eric had a rule I would never put my dick in a woman, Even at her request. Not that it was a common problem.

    If Eric was still horny after he satisfied the girl, He would fuck another load into me. Using the leftover fluids as lube. Having strange women's lubricants inside of me gave me a sensation that made those moments quite special. The only thing I worried about was what would happen if one of these women decided to pursue legal action against him, forcing him to pay child support… If he had over a thousand children as he claimed, there was no way he could support them all. This didn’t seem to worry Eric at all. When I mentioned it to him, he simply explained how they wouldn’t dare take him to court.

Sometimes, I would imagine the kind of children they were destined to birth. How much would they look like Eric? Surely his genes were always the dominant, Which meant blond hair and blue eyes for all of them. They would grow up into fine alpha men someday and make some random faggot as happy as I was. They’d be bullies in school, and leaders when they graduated. Athletes, farmers, firemen, police officers, corporate CEOs. Maybe even military men like their father. I suppose only time would tell.

In spite of how we met, Nathan was a great guy. He reenlisted in the military and eventually was able to rejoin their squad. He started joining us every Friday night for drinks, as well as most other group activities. They’d go to the pub, play sports and abuse my body together. And finally they’d engage in homophobic and sexist hate crimes, sell illicit substances, and bury the occasional body together. Naturally he never apologised for what he did to me, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from an alpha male like him. With the addition of Nathan, the pantheon increased from 7 to 8 gods. After burying the hatchet, these superior alpha gods were at their full strength and nothing would soon dethrone them.