The forest was thick with life; countless trees and branches jutted in every direction, leaves obscuring the view ahead. An impossible place to travel and yet the men moved with a determination and speed that made it seem impossible that they were actually there at all. The fact that they moved with not so much as a sound despite the dried twigs or leaves lightly scattered on the ground added to the feeling that this was some sort of illusion.

Draen was the captain chosen to lead a group scouts to Southern Athens. Word had spread that the Persians were on the retreat in some hopes to regroup from the loss in Sparta. If there was any time to rid Greece of the Persians, that time was now. But before Athens would act, they would first need more information.

Looking beside him as he ran, Draen eyed his soldiers, all clad with tanned leather bracers, spaulders, and boots to reduce the noise that plated armor would leave. Black linen cloaks flowed down from their backs, masking them in the darkness. Apart from their loincloths, armor and cloaks, each wore nothing else for the sake of speed. Their bodies were toned and strong, each of the men chosen was agile and lean. There was no need for enormous builds – strength was sacrificed for swiftness, and compensated with sheer talent and ability. The vision of any woman’s desires – each an Adonis - and of course, the men abused that fact.

The men continued to run, and with a snap of one twig underfoot, the illusion of invisibility shattered.

All of the men immediately stopped and crouched low to the ground. Hands wandered to daggers or shortswords, sheathed in black leather scabbards that wouldn’t reflect moonlight. Every eye looking for an enemy. The captain locked on the source only to find it was one of his men. Judging by his shadowy figure, he knew it to be Orrex, one of his newest men added to the team. He had made a mistake – unacceptable for an Athenian soldier.

After a threatening glare from the captain, the men continued moving until they reached a clearing where a campfire had recently been put out. Draen crouched over the fire and felt the air above the ashes. Warm. The Persians were here…

“We should move back… This fire is still very hot. They cannot be far from this clearing.” Draen said, moving back from the smoldering fire. Better to melt back into the forest and continue the search from where they couldn’t be seen.

Another crunch from a twig sent the men instinctively to the ground. Draen’s attention darted to Orrex, but the soldier in question shook his head in defense – it wasn’t him.

But if it wasn’t Orrex… Then…

The group was struck by a flurry of projectiles that felt like hail. They had no cover, and carried no shields leaving nothing to protect them. The attack came from all sides, making an escape into the trees impossible. Then, almost as quickly as it had started, the hailstorm stopped, giving way to an eerie silence

Draen looked down at his arms and legs only to find light brown pellets clinging to his skin and equipment. He picked one from his forearm: The captain recognized it as a seed or sorts, with a thin gossamer sap covering it, making it sticky – very sticky. In fact, they clung so well it was nearly impossible to remove them.

Draen looked at his men, all of which still crouched low. Some men were lucky enough that their cloaks managed to cover their skin, while others were not as fortunate. The seeds riddled the men’s bodies, but didn’t manage to harm them in any way. That brought up the obvious question: if they weren’t used like arrows or spears to kill… what exactly did they do?

A cry from one of his men broke the silence. “Captain…!” came a hoarse call from one of his more experienced men, Dresden. Only this was not the soldier he knew… His surefooted steps were replaced by drunken strides as he stumbled weakly towards his captain. Unlike Draen, who remained fortunate in the amount of seeds that clung to his skin, Dresden’s body was peppered with them. The rest of the men began to follow suit, and even Draen began to feel odd. A strange sense of fatigue hung over him, and his arms and legs began to fail.

“…what’s happening…?” came a weak shout from another soldier, but Draen’s weariness made it difficult to identify who it was. Draen’s legs, no longer capable of supporting the weight of his body, buckled, forcing the captain to catch himself with his hands. So tired…

The weak groans of other soldiers struggling to fight the effects of the seeds filled his ears as more of his men collapsed onto the ground. In the corner of his eyes, Draen finally made out figures breaking from the cover of the forest and entering the clearing. His arms finally gave way as Draen fell in a pathetic heap. The dark green color of the forest faded into a pale grey, and the corners of his vision began to turn dark. Still, he fought to keep himself awake.

Strong hands picked him up and hoisted him over a shoulder as the rest of the world was covered in a blanket of darkness.

Draen woke up to the feeling of the wind against his face. The captain looked off to the side and into an open stretch of land just outside the forest’s edge. Turning his head, Draen found his men piled in a heap. Worry coursed through him, thinking they were nothing but corpses, but upon noticing the gentle rising and falling on their chests, the Athenian captain let out a sigh of relief.

The captain heard voices from the opposite direction and closed his eyes. They didn’t need to know he was awake just yet, and based on the fact that he had been separated from his men, the captors likely knew he was the lead in charge.

“These men look exactly like the Spartans…” he heard a voice begin, thick with a Persian accent. “…they are lean, but not nearly as strong as ourselves… And they didn’t even put up a fight.” The voices grew, indicating that the pair moved closer. “You judge them far too quickly, Phell…“Another voice answered this one a deep baritone and much more refined. Draen heard the footsteps stop near his body. “They are not nearly as heavily built, true…” the deep voice spoke, getting much nearer. The grass near the captain made a muffled crunch. A hand moved some of the cloak from off of Draen’s body. “…but I feel there is more to them. We were fortunate to catch them off guard, and the fact that they wear barely any armor didn’t make things any more difficult. I am sure they are just as capable fighters as the Spartans… If not better.” The hand now grabbed at Draen’s pectorals and he fought to keep from giving a sign that he was awake. “Yes… there is more to them… I would very much like to fight this one. He looks like he could give me a challenge…” the deep Persian voice grew softer, almost a whisper. “…Yes you will be very fun, Athenian…” The hand moved down his abdomen and towards his loin cloth. “I will enjoy taking you.”

Before the tough hand could reach underneath the captain’s loincloth, Draen finally flinched. The Persian with the deep voice laughed. Whether the Persian knew he was conscious the entire time, or he believed that he just woke didn’t matter. Draen opened his eyes and drank in the enormous sight before him.

The way the Spartans described Persian soldiers were accurate. Short, nearly shaven hair, and light brown skin. The two men both carried an enormous girth to themselves. Their bodies rippled with power, broad chested as apes, and massive arms. Both Persians wore dark clothing, and sheathed enormous curved blades. Around their necks were large golden chains that stood out unattractively from their countenance. The larger man was still laughing, immediately identifying himself as the deep voice he heard earlier – and the voice of the man who touched him. The other Persian stood arms crossed, with a blank expression on his face.

“He is awake, then – good. Stand up, Athenian; I have to discuss something with you.” The larger man said, his voice booming. Seeing no reason to lie down anymore, Draen stood up. When he did, a sword tip poked at the crook of his back – Draen froze.

“That will not be necessary.” Spoke the Persian, clearly in command. The blade was taken away from his back, followed by the sound of metal sliding into its sheath. Despite the immediate threat being taken away, Draen knew it wouldn’t be hard to cut him down in a heartbeat. He would have to obey, for now at least. The Persian gestured Draen to walk with him while two Persians followed behind the pair, hands resting on the hilts of their swords. When the captain looked to his men, he found them still unconscious.

The Persian picked up on the captain’s concern. “They were hit much more than you. You took on a much less potent dose of the medicine seeds – give them a few more hours.” He smiled, still walking forward in confident strides. Draen realized that the only reason he was being so friendly, was because the Persian likely wanted something from him. “My name is Alin, and these are my men.” The Persian said, gesturing wide at the crude encampment, made with light materials that would be easy to pack up quickly. The Athenian captain did not have an equally pleasant response. “What do you want from me.” Draen asked, more a demand than a question. This made the man stop.

Alin rested his eyes on the Athenian, revealing dark brown orbs that reminded the captain of an enormous lake. “I want a means of peace between the Athens, and all of Greece.” He said, the smile giving way to a much more serious look. The Persian army had lost miserably to Sparta’s superior fighters, leaving an embarrassing 2000 Persian soldiers alive. It was clear that Sparta was not going to be taken, so Persia was obviously looking to conquer Athens and bolster their army. The only reason Draen and his men were left alive was likely because they were going to be tortured for information.

Those eyes held onto the Captain, and it took more effort than Draen had liked to look away. “You will help the Persian cause.” Alin finally said. This time it was Draen’s turn to laugh. Did he honestly think he could give orders to him? The Persian’s eyes narrowed. “You will help our cause. The lives of your men depend on it.”

Draen stopped laughing. He was very capable of dying before helping the Persian, but was he prepared to risk the lives of the men that served under him? There were so many he knew personally, and a few that were very young…

“All you need to do to save your men is wear this simple trinket.” Alin said, giving off a small shrug with his massive shoulders. He produced a gold ring from a pouch on his belt. The ring reminded Draen of chain around the Persians necks, only this ring was impossible to fit around a finger. Maybe a toe, but that was absurd. Draen guessed it must have been a good one and a half inches across – there was no way that could fit on any human finger. “You’ve got to be joking.” He scoffed

Alin lowered his hand, letting it stop when it reached just below his belt. “It doesn’t go on your finger.” Without thinking, Draen angrily stepped forward at the insult before the entire message sunk in. Alin wanted him to wear it… over his member? Draen took a step back in disgust.

“You’re sick.” Draen reeled, not bothering to hide his distaste. Alin smiled again, only egging on the soldier’s frustration. “I’m also the only one keeping you and your men alive.” The dark man’s face was full of a snide confidence. How good it would feel to crush that smile from his face, Draen thought. Still, he managed to compose himself.

A cry from behind the two cut through the tension. “Kill him, Draen!” his friend called out. “We’d rather die than be treated like slaves!” the voice continued before a strong hit from one of Alin’s men cut him off in a painful grunt. The soldier spat blood at the ground.

Alin’s face quickly lost the mocking smile and replaced it with a growing impatience. “You don’t want to do it?” he asked. The answer was quick, and full of loathing: “No.”

The captain thought he detected regret in the Persian’s face for a split second before Alin turned to one of his men, and nodded. In a flash, the dark skinned captor drew his sword, and pulled up one of the soldiers by the hair with his other hand. When Draen saw who it was his heart dropped – the youngest of his men, Thaeros had only just joined his ranks. Draen opened his mouth to protest but before any sound could come, the sword was thrust through the side of his neck, then quickly pulled out. Thaeros didn’t even flinch. So much promise… gone. He hadn’t even had long to feel a woman’s embrace… The man held his dripping sword towards another one of Draen’s men, letting him know he was fully prepared to do the grisly act again.

The captain’s words dripped hatred. “Damn you…” Alin’s face was expressionless. He held out the ring to Draen. “Put it on, and your men are free.” The bleeding corpse of Thaeron twitched, and some of the less experienced soldiers reeled. He was far too young to go so soon in his life… Draen took the ring and held it in his hand. Reluctantly, he undid his sash and pulled the waist of his pants away from his abdomen. He was grateful for his cloak - that his men wouldn’t be able to see such a humiliating act. The other hand slid the ring over the flaccid head and pushed it back to the center of his rod. He looked up at Alin. “You have to push it all the way.” The dark skinned man said simply. Draen glared angrily before sliding it down the entire length of his member, all the way to the base of his cock.

And then the earth shattered.

Or at least that’s how it felt to Draen. His body felt like it had been hit by a tidal wave, while his head throbbed, threatening to explode. He fell to his knees, hands clasped to his head. The tremors shook him to the very core, and after a few more painful seconds the upheaval stopped. When the noise flooding his ears subsided he finally realized he was screaming.

The soldiers watched helplessly as their captain was picked up by the collar, and lifted off the ground with little effort. The men were getting antsy. Alin brought Draen’s face close and began whispering to the captain. They strained to listen, but without any luck.

One of the men brought up the painfully obvious question. “What are they saying?” he asked, but was quickly silenced by one of the guards who drew his sword in a flash. The men froze.

Alin’s eyes opened wide, revealing two domineering orbs that felt as though they would swallow him up. Then there was what he spoke: intangible words that drifted into his ears. Despite being completely incoherent, the words were soothing, resting just at the back of his mind.

The men continued to look from a distance, but nothing could be drawn from the angle… Aside from the distance between them, Draen had his back facing his men. One of the men spoke; this time with his lips. “…we have to do something…” The men nodded in agreement, before counting down and attacking.

Draen flinched as the ring he wore began to tingle ominously. He felt electric waves rush through his body. To his embarrassment he began to get hard - a shudder escaped the captain’s lips. Alin’s words then began to solidify in Draen’s mind. “Give yourself to our cause…” the voice whispered. “…relax…” Alin cooed, bringing Draen’s face closer. The slight vibrations from the ring grew stronger. Draen shivered again.

In seconds the men lashed out at their captors. Hoping to intimidate and surprise, the soldiers released vicious war cries that, ordinarily, would shake fear into even the boldest men, yet the guards remained un-vexed. Two soldiers managed to land effective attacks, while the remaining four were dispatched with painful knee blows to the stomach, or heavy hits from the hilts of swords. The two men that managed to do anything were quickly picked off afterwards.

“…what do you desire?” Alin whispered gently, his eyes still fixed on Draen’s. Before the captain could reply, Alin spoke: “You desire perfection.” Alin said softly. The captain quietly nodded in agreement. The pursuit of perfection was the driving force behind everything. The perfect life, the flawless victory, the finest steel to forge into swords… Alin interrupted his thoughts again: “And what is more perfect than man?” the words echoed in his head. He didn’t want to trust the man, but there were rings of truth in what he said. Men are the providers. They are the defenders. They are th-

“So what is it you desire…?” Alin cooed. “I desire… perfection.” “And what is perfection?”

“Perfection is ma-” Draen began before another interruption The altercation had managed to snap their captain out of the trance. Alin too, had broken his concentration to look at what had happened. In brief moments, his men were subdued. Despite the unfair advantage the guards had, seeing his best men dispatched so easily was humiliating. Draen’s anger boiled back to life, and a furious scowl formed anew on his face. Raising his arms, the captain pushed off of the Persian leader and landed on the ground, before swiftly striking him at the chest. The hit was solid and landed true, sending Alin staggering backwards. A few of the guards moved to assist.

“No…” Alin began before finding his footing. “Let him try...” “Do your worst.” Draen spat.

The men, despite the injuries from their failed attack, were bolstered from the sight of their captain fighting back. This was the Draen they had come to respect. Alin charged to the captain, rearing his fist for a heavy punch. However the smaller Draen was much faster and better trained, easily dodging the hit by jumping to the side. The captain leaped on Alin’s back, and wrapped his arms tight around the Persian’s neck. The muscles of Draen’s arms flexed, crushing away the blood supply – it would be over soon.

Alin began to laugh through his obstructed airway – not the reaction Draen was expecting. The ring that had been silent since his men retaliated against their captors stirred back to life. Familiar vibrations sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Draen shuddered, and his grip faltered.

Instantly aware of the change in Draen, the Persian turned, throwing the captain to the ground. The combat trained captain quickly found his footing, only to lose it again as another rush of euphoria sent him stumbling back to the ground. The captain looked at the ring, only then remembering that his pants were removed.

Humiliated and angry, Draen glared angrily at Alin. “What have you done to me?!” he roared.

Alin didn’t answer, instead locking his eyes on the captain’s. Draen slowly felt as though he was daydreaming. The ring tingled. “What is it you desire…” he said slowly, the words rolling off his tongue.

The captain froze at the statement. The sounds around him became distorted and muffled as if he was underwater, yet Alin’s voice remained clear. “What awakens the animal inside you.” He said, while removing the garments from his upper body, revealing a well built chest and arms the size of cantaloupes. His eyes remained fixed on Draen.

The captain found himself admiring him.

“…I desire perfection.” The captain responded absently, not really thinking.

Alin slowly walked behind the motionless captain, placing his hands on Draen’s sides before whispering into his ear. The captain’s cock stirred to life again.

“And what is perfection?” Alin purred, his massive pecs pushing into the smaller man’s back. The Persian’s pants did nothing to stop his raging hardon from pressing against the captain. “Man…” Draen mumbled, giving in to the overwhelming sensations boiling from within.

Alin turned the dazed Draen around to face him. The captain’s eyes fell upon the massive chest rising and falling with each breath. New desire rose within the captain, as his eyes explored the masterpiece in front of him – how he had not understood it before made him uncomfortable. Man was perfect… And it was all he wanted.

Hands clasped on top of the captains shoulders, he pushed Draen down onto his knees. The soldiers watched in disbelief.

“That’s it…” Alin said, taking a step closer to Draen so his crotch was against the captain’s face. A musky scent overtook Draen, and he became delirious. “…Relax… Breathe in…” Alin cooed, untying his sash and sliding his own pants to the ground. The Persian’s cock sprang up and waved in front of Draen’s face.

Alin wore a ring identical to Draen around his cock. The Persian explained before Draen could raise the question. “I was like you before I joined Vellen… Soon you will be welcomed into the fold…” Draen breathed in the smell of his cock as it swayed in front of his face.

What was particularly odd was that instead of slowly oozing precum in a way that Draen was used to, the slit on Alin’s cockhead was letting out a small stream that dripped into a pool on the floor. If it wasn’t for the mesmerizing trance, Draen would not have noticed the unusual behavior. Alin grabbed his member and wiped the head dripping of precum against Draen’s lips.

Instinctively, he licked his lips and Alin smiled. Like the dozens of men he had turned, the captain would soon fall victim to the fluids enchanted by the odd jewelry given to him. Draen let his eyes close, as he lightly lapped at the cockhead like a cat enjoying the last drops of milk in its bowl.

“That’s it… give in to the taste…” Alin whispered as a hand slowly moved to the back of Draen’s head. The taste was strong, and reminded the captain of spices he sampled from the east. The precum left his mouth with a tingly sensation... He wanted more. Satisfied that the captain’s reasoning was numbed, Alin pushed Draen’s head into his rod.

The smell, the taste, the feel… it was as though the Persian was putting a spell on him. Draen felt hands push him forward, and before he could react, the entire head of Alin’s cock was in his mouth. The ring around his cock quivered as Draen’s delirious head spun with overwhelming sensations. The captain’s tongue ran circles around the head of Alin’s cock, hungering more of the exotic and unusually addictive flavor. Draen let out muffled moans into the Persian’s cock.

Alin threw his head back; to his surprise he was getting close. Perhaps it was the fact that the man he had just conquered had actually tried to fight back… Yes, it had been so long since he faced a challenge. His hand continued pushing Draen’s head, further impaling him on his massive rod. A soft moan escaped the captain’s lips as more of Alin’s cock disappeared in his mouth.

“…Almost…” the Persian strained, pushing the head further down onto his meat. His balls hugged the base of his cock, ready to release the potent seed into a new victim. “This will mark the beginnings of a new life, Athenian…” Alin said as the ring he wore glowed.

Draen heard the Persian speak, but didn’t care to listen. The ring around the captain’s cock glowed bright, and if Draen’s eyes were opened, he would see that the Persian’s ring did the same. Draen continued to slurp at the meat in his mouth, sucking and constantly pushing his boundaries of how deep he could take the Persian’s rod.

Alin gritted his teeth, he was so very close. Desperately he brought both hands behind the Captain’s head – he had worked too hard for it all to be ruined by Draen not taking in his seed.

Draen gagged as both of Alin’s massive hands pushed his head into the rod. He wanted to breathe, and was about to pull away when Alin cried out. A massive gush of heat splashed into the back of his throat and mouth. The taste was very much like the Persian’s precum, only much stronger and much thicker. Draen felt like he would have to spit it out.

Alin felt the captain pulling back, struggling with the massive load shooting in his mouth. The Persian held his head down firmly, small spurts still shooting. Tears from the gag reflex poured out of wincing eyes, and cum dribbled out of the sides of his mouth, but the captain could not pull away.

Alin had to give the Athenian credit – he had put up an impressive fight. And even now with the thick cum already in his mouth, he still fought. Still, Alin was certain that some of the cum had been swallowed – and it wouldn’t take much to completely take over the Athenian’s mind.

More cum sputtered into his mouth, and still the Persian held his head in place. He managed to swallow some of the goopy cum only to have more flood into his mouth. The tingling traveled down his throat, and into his stomach. Warmth moved into his chest then shoulders. His arms and legs felt the heat, then his face and the back of his eyes. His entire body was on fire.

Draen slowly stopped pushing away from his cock, and Alin smiled. Resistance melted away as stifled coughs became soft moans. Alin ran his hands through the captain’s hair, knowing full well this was the end of the old Athenian captain.

The taste… So much richer and more powerful than it was when he first tasted the Persian’s cock. By now the tingling sensation had spread to his entire body, each nerve ending on his skin on fire. Draen pulled away from the clean clock, and licked his lips. When he looked up he saw Alin lightly smiling down at him. The Persian was happy with him… The approval stirred powerful emotions of appreciation inside of Draen.

Slowly, the pleasure radiating from his manhood turned into pain… He needed to cum - now. Desperately, Draen moved his hand to relieve himself, but the glowing ring sent sparks that jolted his fingers away. The pain only grew more intense… He needed relief.

Alin’s kind expression gave way to a more stern visage. Never breaking eye contact, the Persian moved a hand down to Draen’s throbbing manhood and stroked it lightly. The captain bit his lip and moaned.

“Who is you’re master.” He said, voice commanding and stern “Y-you ar-” “No.” Alin interrupted angrily. “Vellen is your master.” “Fine! Just please… end this!”

Alin rubbed his thumb over the slit of Draen’s cockhead, bringing his face closer to the captains. Draen winced at the touch, his body writhed uncontrollably.

“Say it…” Alin whispered, stroking the captain’s length at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Vellen is my master…!” “Who is?!”

The response came is desperate gasps as Alin’s pace began to quicken.

“Vellen! Vellen is my master!” Draen screamed, throwing his head back while holding his body up with his arms propped against the ground behind him.

“Say it again! Louder! Let him hear you in Persia!” Alin growled, pumping Draen’s meat faster.

“Vellen! Vellen just let it end – fuck!” Draen cried as his hips bucked and an explosion of cum erupted onto Alin’s chest and neck. He continued to cum a few moments after, hips bucking even though he had long emptied himself.

The soldiers, by this time were looking away from the embarrassing spectacle. Some of the more seasoned men who had spent years with Draen were in disbelief, while the younger fighters were disgusted and disappointed.

“It is done…” Alin said, taking in some air. “But you need to rest.” “I’ve done all of this… Now let my men go.”

“I assure you, it will be explained as soon. Until then you need your rest. Believe me – the ties that bind you to Persia have ensured your people’s safety…”

Before Draen could speak, the Persian placed a large meaty hand on his chest and pressed down. All of the energy from his body seemed to drain from him and into Alin’s hands. He struggled to hold himself up, but could no longer find the energy as his body draped over and into the other arm of the Persian. The world faded to black.

A blanket of silence fell over the spectacle, Alin admiring his newest catch. This one was special… He had a great deal of fight in him, and a spirit to match. If he could be trained under Persian routines, the Athenian would soon become as big as himself or any other Persian. Thinking of the already beefy man becoming even stronger made Alin smile inwardly.

“What do we do with the others?” came a voice at last from one of the Persian guards. Alin removed the hand from the captain before turning to the guard. “They’ve seen what has happened here…”

Alin looked at the soldiers, all of the fight beaten out of them. He knew exactly what he had to do, but frowned at the thought. A lump formed in his throat as he gave the order.

“Save one, kill the rest.”