Serving Alpha Gods

It was lunch time, and I was starving… But I couldn’t yet indulge my selfish desire to consume sustenance. No, I had made a commitment I had to see through till the end... Beau was feeling homesick… I mean, how homesick could he feel? He left America well over a decade ago, and yet he still maintained the thickest southern american accent you could imagine. He told me he wanted to go on a “Good ol’ fashion huntin’ trip.” And I was to accompany him. Something I detested, I mean, killing humans is one thing, especially if they’re the degenerate low life scum of the earth who refuse to obey and submit to more powerful dominant men… But the animals were innocent. I wasn’t surprised when Beau expressed his desire to kill another living creature, but I was surprised when he took me to the middle of the city.

    “Beau… Why are we here? I thought we were going hunting… Not that it would be any better.” I sighed.

    “Simmer down, We’re right where we need t’ be.” He replied.

    I looked around, we were in some sort of square and there were a lot of people around us. I couldn’t help but notice they were unusually attractive. There were a few tables set up, quite a few actually… and everyone was wearing one of them sticker name tags.

    “Oh gods… You’re not about to start a…” I leaned in and whispered. “Public shooting… are you?”

    “If I had my druthers I’d go on a shootin’ every day.” He spoke, I responded with a confused expression shaking my head.

    He reached for a couple of forms at what appeared to be a sign up table, and passed one to me. The title read ‘lonely singles sign up sheet.’

    “I reckon we’re right where we need t’ be.” 

    “This… is what you meant by an old fashioned hunting trip? I didn’t realise you were so lonely, Beau, that's kind of sweet.” 

    “I ain’t into none of that faggy nonsense. Just need some that there pussy…” He gestured to the rather voluptuous ass of one of the attendees. 

    I read through the sign up sheet briefly before I looked over to get a peak of his answers. “If you just want sex, you know you can always just -” 

    “Your boy pussy is fine and all…” He paused. “But I’m in need of some real cooch.” 

    I looked around, embarrassed. He wasn't being quiet, and his accent was making him stick out for sure. I coughed and attempted to steer the conversation away from vulgarities. 

    “Ok so… Why am I here?” 

    “Y’all one of them Queers right? Think like a woman and all that business?”

    I stared blankly at him. “You could not be more remotely wrong.”

    “Point is, you have your foot in the barn door. You can talk me up to all the beauties, help me pick out a whore or three.” 

    “Why don’t you just download tinder? You’d get a million matches in a second.” I said, gesturing to his body. “You’ve attractive, muscular, you've got that sexy beard, you’re foreign, not to mention your massive cock. Girl will be all over you.” 

    “Don’t trust that shit.” He explained, filling out the rest of his form as he passed it to the woman behind the counter. She wrote his name on a sticker and passed it back. 

    “Chat up some of the hot ones and find out what you can.” He commanded, pushing me into the group of singles. 

    It wasn’t long before a girl approached me. She was blond, had boobs, kind of trashy… “Omg I -Love- your shoes! Where did you get them?” She asked.

    I blinked. “From… big W?” 

    The girl looked at me in disgust and walked away. I was irritated to say the least, I don't care about fashion and I wasn't about to pretend to be friends with a woman. Not to mention the judgement she gave me when she was made aware of the quality of my footwear. Beau walked up behind me, slapping me on the back of the head.

    “You’re about as useful as tits on a bull.” He expressed. 

I look at him with more confusion. “Your accent is charming but what on earth are you saying?”

“Try - again…” He said, nudging me towards another.

I saw one I figured might be Beau’s type and approached her. “Hey… wow, you look - Fabulous… with that scarf… Where did you get it?” 

She turned to look at me and smiled at the compliment I forced up my throat.

    “Oh wow, thanks! This is like… So kind of you. I actually got this from a friend for my birthday yesterday. I’m Emily” Her voice was so annoying to listen to, she sounded as if she had as many brain cells as a jellyfish. 

    “Hey I’m Lachlan, Happy birthday! How many this year?” I asked, attempting to be sincere.

    “Twenty three! We had so much fun, We went out drinking and dancing at this nearby club, didn’t I see you there?” 

    “Oh no, you must be mistaken, I was hanging out with my friend here, Beau.” I gestured to the tall southern gentleman who approached behind me. “Beau, This is Emily. Beau here likes clubbing too, maybe you two should talk?”

    “Howdy miss, That's a mighty fine dress you’re wearing. Shows off your hard work at the gym while keeping it elegant and classy.” 

    “Oh My God, I -LOVE- your accent… like, where are you from?” 

    I was literally wishing Beau would fag bash me just so I didn’t have to listen to her talk.

    “Tennessee, born and bred.” 

    “Which country is that? Wait, are you European?!” She said with a stupidly excited attitude. “European guys are so hot…” She explained, placing her hand on his chest.

    I turned away with the intention of finding something to occupy my time, But there were only singles around, blanketing the horizon. Hundreds of hot singles… I approached a bench and decided to sit and watch people. When your life revolves around a large group of narcissistic, masculine, perfect alpha males, you sometimes tend to forget what the average person is like. Even being at the bottom of the hierarchy, I felt like a kind of celestial insider… I’d never had the knowledge or perspective of a god, but I'm privileged to be spoiled with being so close to them. I often end up looking with pity upon everyone, While they’re above me, in truth we’re all just lesser in the eyes of the gods. We’re all just either tools or toys. 

    Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted, an absurdly attractive man approached. A face with an uncanny resemblance to Eric. Except he had much shorter hair and beard, and was dressed as a police officer. At first, I thought I was just delusional. But then his lips began to move as he spoke.

    “They all look so pathetic, don’t they?” He chuckled, standing with one boot up on the bench beside me. 

I could see the massive bugle threatening to burst through those black officers' pants. The thigh holster, the gun, the vest, the badge… Yeah, of course I had a thing for uniforms. But there was something about the way he spoke. The word ‘Pathetic’ really struck something deep within me that I hadn’t felt since it was hit by Eric’s cock last night. He had the same presence, the same bearing, the same attitude as Eric, but clearly it wasn’t. 

“W-what do you mean, sir?” I cringed on the inside, having referred to this stranger as sir.

    He smirked at my natural submission. “People so desperate for love and affection, they’re willing to try anything. Even humiliate themselves. Half the people here are just looking to take advantage of the other half. They’ll fuck them and throw them away. Tomorrow, they’ll be back for more.”

    The officer's assessment of the situation was quite interesting, and exactly what was happening… Beau was here exactly for that. 

    “Some of them don’t even have to try, just show up and their pure presence as women dripping wet for them. Watch.” 

    This was sure to be informative, one way or another. I watched the officer approach one of the more attractive singles in the area. From this distance I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but I could see. This girl was utterly smitten with him, I couldn’t blame her. She was swaying side to side, and twirling her hair through her fingers. She laughed at his jokes and touched his arm. In a few minutes, the officer and the woman started to leave. He turned to me for a moment before making a rather vulgar gesture thrusting his hips forward. 

    As I watched them leave, I questioned who he was and what just happened. He approached me as if he knew who I was, but in spite of the similarities it obviously wasn't Eric. Eric was taller and more muscular and besides, Eric was a lot of things, but he was no liar. He would never pretend to be a police officer, at least not outside of a costume party or maybe some kind of roleplay. 

    It didn’t matter for now at least, my attention was soon refocused on Beau. I saw him with another woman, this one was more composed and appeared far less stupid. I came to wonder how long until they grew sick of each other… Beau was… well Beau, any woman would be dripping wet in his presence, but in such a public setting he can't just take them against their will… could he? The only women who would be still interested in him after five minutes of chatting would either be as conservative as him or stupid… and this one looked anything but either of those two things.

    I swallowed my thoughts as I saw them exchanging numbers… and then moved onto other conversations.

    Soon the woman hosting the event called everyone to order, and organised everyone into various pairs. She announced the rules and explained how the event worked. It worked like any other speed dating event, every five minutes the male would switch seats to the next table. Fortunately my bench was close enough to where I could listen to Beaus' conversations.

It didn’t take me long to realise the pattern… Like Eric, Beau was no liar, but he wasn’t  exactly volunteering his true self. In most of the conversations, Beau was playing the ignorant American, a foreigner in a strange country faced with many strange customs. He pretended to be so enthralled and interested in their Australianisms, talking about how much he loved the country and how exotic and beautiful the people were. Most of them were puddy in his hands. It was honestly terribly pathetic watching how easily these women fell for his act. In some ways, I was impressed by Beau’s ability to improvise, how well he manipulated and charmed these women, and how many of them were so eager to give him their numbers before the time limit.

All that changed when he reached -her- table. I could tell from Beau’s expression, he already had enough before he even sat down. She had long blue hair and fair skin, her outfit was anything but conservative, yet it wasn’t slutty in the way I knew Beau would enjoy. 

“So Beau, what do you do for a living?” She asked.

“Military officer.” He was short.

“Oh…” She was disappointed.

“Problem?” He glared at her, leaning back in his seat with disinterest. 

“I advocate to defund the military. In our modern society we need more funds for civil services and less for bloodshed.” 

Beau scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“You find that funny?” She was irritated. 

“Yeah, it’s fuckin’ stupid. Without us, yer wouldn’t have yer life t’ throw away. Should be in the kitchen makin’ me a sandwich instead of running yer fuckin’ mouth.” 

“You fucking sexist pig, I can’t believe you just said that to me!” 

“Clearly daddy didn’t have a firm enough hand, or a big enough cock t’ shut you up.” He ridiculed.

    “Oh as if yours is more than three inches long.” She challenged.

    He snorted with laughter. “That's what this is about? You got a whiff and now you’re dripping for my throbbing cock?”

    “Yeah right… you’re probably a little beta bitch cuck.” 

    Without hesitation, Beau ripped his dick from his trousers. Everyone was too engrossed in their conversations to notice, save for a couple of women whose jaws hit the floor. The outspoken girl was suddenly speechless, presented with the 20cm long woman bait. I finally understood what Beau meant when he said we were going hunting. 

    “What, nothing t’ say?” He asked rhetorically. Returning his cock back into his pants, zipping them up.

    “Well… so what if you’ve got a big one, doesn’t make you any less of a beta male.” She was steadfast in her position… at least vocally. 

Anyone who was paying attention could see she had moved her hand between her legs, rubbing her crotch as discreetly as she could. Beau’s smirk grew wider, she may have been nonchalant about it, but Beau was right in front of her and could see everything. 

“Can smell the pussy juices dripping down your leg from here… Like a mare in heat, begging for a stallion to mount her.” 

“You probably have no idea what you’re doing down there… I bet that thing goes limp when it’s about to go in…” 

“Proud feminists like y’all talk a big game, but I know what a little girl like you really wants…” 

“And what's that?” She asked, trying to maintain some semblance of restraint.

“T’ worship my fat conservative cock. Ready for your birth right?” He asks, standing up from the table. 

His hand shamelessly rubbing an unapologetically large bulge tenting his jeans. The woman was speechless, her mouth agape as she stood from the seat. I could see a small wet patch on the back of her skirt…

Beau approached me, simply saying “Take the bus home.” Before leading the shameful woman back to his car, making a decision I’m sure she will regret at first, but I knew she would come to realise this was the best decision she could make. A man like Beau is exactly what she needed. 

I watched the two depart, I was slightly annoyed that I came here mainly to sit and do nothing but watch… What was my purpose in this scenario? Perhaps I was just here for support, or maybe a backup. I did help kind of wingman Beau initially, but other than that my job was just to sit and watch him convince a woman to make bad life choices… 

    On the bus ride home, I found my thoughts drifting between what Beau must be currently doing, and the strange police officer who bore a striking resemblance to Eric. I suppose both achieved what we had gone there to do, they were hunting, just not the type of game I was expecting. 

    When I arrived home, Eric, Alex and Diego were watching some races on TV. They asked how it went, but all I could do was shrug. I explained what happened, and they laughed, making comments about how thirsty women were for dick. Even Diego, who was much more progressive than the others, had begun expressing similar points of view. I sat between him and Eric, and resolved to watch the race with them. 

    After hours of incredibly dull and repetitive content, Beau entered the unit. The room erupted in vulgar sounds and cheers as the guys were excited to hear about Beau’s conquest. He slumped down on the couch, his leg spread wide. He explained how he “Put that bitch in her place” and how he saved her pussy juices for me to clean off his cock. I spent the next hour lovingly worshipping his southern cock, cleaning every inch of the aforementioned juices while he and the guys conversed, watching what was on TV. He skull fucked me for at least thirty minutes before he busted another nut down my throat. Slapping me gently on the cheek, calling it a “reward.” 

    I can’t lie, in spite of not having any actual hunting, an activity I would have dreaded, I was actually a little disappointed. No, I didn’t want to see someone kill an innocent animal. I was just expecting something more… violent and dangerous than how the day unfolded. Considering Beau’s naturally aggressive and down right sociopathic beliefs and attitudes, I wasn’t expecting such a normal day. Later that night, I confided in Eric about my disappointment. Without hesitation he slammed his fist into my eye, causing it to bruise and promised to put my life at risk more often. It wasn’t exactly what I was asking for… But I wasn’t complaining.