Serving Alpha Gods

    There's nothing that can stop a god from having his way. When he sets his mind to something, he’s going to get it. Regardless of how many innocents have to die for his divine purpose. We lesser beings only live by what little mercy they’ve chosen to give us, sparing our lives from their wrath only as is their purpose.

    It was noon on a hot midsummer Saturday. Being from much further south, my body had not yet adjusted to this much more tempered climate, even after a few years of living in this humid hell hole… The fact that we were outside was not helping. The guys had decided they wanted to spend the day playing paintball. In true military fashion, they were fully kitted out. If I'm being honest, the eye candy more than made up for the heat. Eight military men standing before me, fatigues, body armour, helmet, even a leg holster with an accompanied side arm. If the guns were real, I’d literally be in heaven. Of course, I was similarly kitted out, but I never realised how heavy or hot it was to actually wear all this…

    The boys had managed to decide on their teams, Eric, Nathan, Alex, and Jordan on one team, Tyrone, Beau, Aryan and Diego on the other. The eight of them argued about what team I'd be on, and eventually settled on the fact that it didn’t matter. My lack of skill would be a hindrance, but at least they’d have a numbers advantage. Though Eric commented I’d be little more than a decoy. Finally, to the ire of Tyrone, Beau and Aryan, Diego claimed me for their team.

    The entire field was massive, so of course it was outdoors. I swear it was set up to look similar to summoners rift in league of legends. Complete with a river that ran down the centre. Of course there was a lot more to it than that, there were small bunkers and fortresses, barricades and bridges, I’d say it was League meets Modern Warfare. Eric's team was deployed on the northern side of the field, and my team had the south… I say my team, but in reality, Diego was appointed the leader. We huddled around, ready to hear the plan. 

    “Beau, You’ll go with Aryan and take the eastern tower. They’ll expect us to expect Jordan to take the western tower, But I bet he’ll go for the northern bunker, to surprise us. Tyrone and I will counter by going through the tunnels.” Diego instructed, pointing at the provided map of the battlefield.

    “What if Jordan does take the other tower?” Asked Tyrone.

    “Then Beau will have to prove who the better marksman is.” Diego replied.

    “What ‘bout the lil faggot?” Beau inquired, slapping me in the back of the dead.

    “Eric will expect us to break his leg or something, leaving him injured in the middle of the river to draw out the others. But he’ll be our secret weapon.”

    The guys laughed, it lasted a good minute, even Diego started laughing after the first five seconds. “Yeah alright alright, that ain't gonna happen.” 

    Diego slapped me on the back, placing his hand on my shoulder and pulling me into a weird side hug. “You’ll just hide in the tunnels and shoot anyone who tries to enter them. Aight fag?” 

    I nodded, “Yeah sure I can do that.”

    Diego slapped me again, this time on the face, and this time much harder. “What was that, faggot? Yes what?” 

    “Yes sir!” I corrected myself.

    The others laughed at me, and Diego pushed me forward. The many timers that were nearby were counting down to the round start.

    “Get ready.” 

    The team readied their weapons and got into position.

    The timer reached 00:00, and the starting alarm sounded. The boys rushed out from the starting platform. It was a second before I remembered I was supposed to follow Diego and Tyrone to the tunnels and basically cower there. I got my feet moving, and rushed after them. They were stronger and faster than me, superior in every way of course, I lost track of them almost immediately. I figured I’d best search for a place to hide and wait for someone to come by. 

    I found myself in what appeared to be a bunker. I was faced with the option to stay and hide here, or to enter the tunnels as I found one of the entrances leading from the bunker. I had not heard a sound from anyone outside in the past five minutes, what could that mean? I suppose it was a good thing if no one was fighting, no one had been shot. 

    Deciding to obey orders, I entered the tunnel as instructed. I looked around for any signs of someone else's presence but there was none. 

    The silence was deafening. The echo of my footsteps vibrating down the circular tunnel walls towards the nearby fork was all that I could hear. I feared what was to come, expecting one member of the enemy team coming from all sides. I’d be in for a gang bang, and not the fun kind… I knew how hard paintballs hit. 

    Suddenly I heard a whistle. I looked to its source, down one of the tunnels. I followed it, turning a corner I spotted the sexy Columbian god, the leader of our team. He gestured for me to approach. 

    “Over here faggot.” He commanded.

    Tyrone was nowhere to be found, was he shot? I wondered. This was an interesting contest, Who's to say would come out on top. It's the definition of an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Both sides would do whatever it took to win, and love doing it regardless of the outcome. 

    I ran up beside Diego, He grabbed me and pulled me down into cover. Holding his hand so tight to my mouth, and his powerful arm so strong around my neck. I couldn't breathe. I heard the rustle of the brush nearby, it was sudden, then it stopped. I saw through the tall grass, the sound came from Eric and Jordan. They looked side to side, aiming their paintball guns and looking for signs of life. When they found none, Eric made a hand gesture, signalling them to move out. They quickly ran off. 

    After what felt like a million years, Diego released his arousing grasp on my throat. I gasped for air as I felt my pants grow sticky and wet. 

    “Perfect timing… Plans coming together.” He explained.

    “What-” I coughed. “What's next?” 

    “The others will be in position soon, You sure you’re ready for this?” Diego looked down at me with those warm inviting eyes, the subtle feel of his hand on my cheek, his powerful breath I lusted to inhale. This was the Diego I first met, the kind and friendly Hispanic hunk.

I nodded at him. “Yes sir” 

At that moment, his smile turned into a look of disgust. I could feel the warm feeling of kindness replaced with hate and disgust. Diego had not only changed since we first met, he had fully embraced his superiority. He grabbed me, and flung me up over his shoulder. With little effort, he threw me across the clearing, landing where Eric and Jordan once stood. I sprained something or injured myself in some way, painful enough for me to scream out in pain. Then and there, without warning, I was pelted with paintballs from multiple angles. From what I could see in my anguish, I was not being attacked by the enemy team. I saw Diego, Tyrone, and Aryan firing upon me and a fourth load of shots coming from one of the towers. I assumed it was Beau. 

I had mistaken Diego’s mercy for kindness. This was their plan all along.

After less than half a minute, the rapid fire of paint stopped. I was covered in bruises and a rainbow of asymmetrical splotches. When I recovered from the pain, I looked up. No one was in sight. My team had betrayed and abandoned me. 

I heard the sudden rush of feet, bodies fighting to cross through the brush. Suddenly I was surrounded. Eric and Jordan were standing over me. 

“Better put it out of its misery.” Eric said before Jordan shot me in the helmet. 

“I guess Nathan and Alex got him.” Jordan noted, Their disappointment could not be overstated. I could tell both of them were hoping to be the ones to catch me. 

Without warning, another two jumped from the opposite end. Nathan and Alex were aiming at Eric and Jordan, but only for the briefest of moments. I guess they were unsure who they were looking at, perhaps they too expected to find 

“Fuck, you got the fag?” Asked Nathan.

“Ah well” Alex responded, unloading a couple shots into me as I writhed on the ground.

“Fucking shit.” Eric exclaimed. He figured it out but for a moment too late. “Get down!” He ordered. The four of them knelt and looked around, but it was too late. Beau shot Alex from the tower, Aryan appeared from behind a nearby fallen tree trunk and fired at Eric. Fortunately Eric dodged the shot and returned fire. At that moment Diego came out from the nearby tunnel and got Nathan while his back was turned. Jordan caught sight of Tyrone hiding in the bushes and opened fire. Within seconds the area became utter chaos. In spite of being “Dead” I received another wave of paintballs. 

When the smoke had settled… so to speak… It was just Eric and Diego left. Eric had rushed off into the tunnel after Diego had fled. We didn’t see them for another few minutes. In the meantime, I received a black eye and a face full of spit from Jordan for faking his injuries, and an earful of insults from Nathan. 

Eric came out of nowhere. He looked around, the emotion on his face was strong, he was feeling particularly aggressive. He looked right at me with a hatred I had not seen since we first met. He heard a noise, and turned back to check. Eric took cover behind a tree, as he peaked, he saw no one. Turning back to take cover, Eric was suddenly hit with three consecutive shots to the chest. 

“Fuck!” He shouted.

Diego emerged from behind a large rock. At ease, he walked towards Eric with a smug look on his face. Eric replaced his angry expression with a joyful one. He held out his arm, slapping his hand into Diego's, pulling him into a bro hug. 

“Nice one, Asshole.” Eric praised, punching Diego's shoulder. 

    “Shall we go again?” Asked Diego.

    We played again, and again, and again… Countless rounds later, I was fully covered in paint. Both teams had wins and losses to their names. When it was getting late, The guys were ready to go home. But not before one last final fight. They had settled on a free for all. I, of course, was eliminated immediately. So I climbed one of the towers and watched from up high. There was nothing but discord. Shots were fired across the entire battle field. I could see everyone from up here, and everything that was happening. Not that it made much difference, it was still incredibly difficult to tell what was happening.

I did manage to notice Diego was walking around the edges of the map, slowly taking out everyone one by one… Of course, once again, it was down to him and Eric. But in the end, Diego’s tactics and strategy turned out to be superior. Eric rewarded him with the gift of me for the week. 

I stayed with Diego for seven days and seven nights. Serving him in such a capacity was vastly different from serving Eric, and yet it was oddly the same. I would spend my time preparing his meals, cleaning his apartment, and worshipping his body. There was, however, much less abuse. In spite of how much he had changed and evolved, he was still the same merciful god as the day we first met. He was kind and to a point, gentle. But he wasn’t weak, and would always do what needed to be done.