Draen looked at the ring surrounding his member while Persians busied themselves erecting crude tents, gathering wood, or tending to other matters. By this time he had given up trying to take it off – whenever he tried his hands would cramp up painfully until he relented. Alin returned moments later, two unusually large rabbits in his hands. He dropped them near the fire and his men eagerly began handling the soon-to-be food. “What does it to?” Draen asked, eyes still fixed on the ring. The Persian finally sat down, the fire casting deep shadows that accented his enormous muscles. Alin lightly pursed his lips in thought before answering. “It brings you to our cause, Athenian. When you wear it, you create a connection with our god, and he clears your mind of unworthy desires.” Alin said as he absently readjusted his package. “Vellen is the god of strength, stability… and passion.” When Draen thought about it, it wasn’t very hard to see that. All of the men that served under the god were largely built, and his experience with Alin was strong testament to passion if he ever saw it. That brought into question stability. “What of stability?” Draen asked, watching the men finish skinning and cutting the rabbit meat before mounting the meat on spits. “Stability exists through control over this world…” Alin began answering. “…imagine no more wars, no petty quarrels.” They were interrupted by the cursing of several men as the skewer collapsed and one rabbit fell into the fire. Alin turned back to Draen. “That is where you come in, Athenian. You will return to your people, and slowly spread Vellen’s word.” The former captain frowned. “If I was any example, the people of Athens will not sway so easily…” he replied, absently catching eyes with another guard who had been sitting not too far off. Alin looked in the direction and chuckled before turning back to Draen. “No, they will not. You will target key members of your society, and force them into seeing things right. You’ll begin with senator Kaellen.” Draen finaly looked away from the guard. “It won’t be easy…” Draen replied, thinking of what would have to be done. The senator held a high position of authority. “…that, and I’ve never turned anyone.” Alin chuckled to himself again, revealing a bright devilish smile. “I know you have the strength and spirit to turn someone…” Alin said, directing Draen’s attention to a figure tied to a tree on the other side of the camp. “… and I brought one of your men for you to turn. It’s a good way to practice… But I feel you don’t really need it.” Draen looked over and tried to identify the soldier bound to the tree before he was interrupted by Alin. The captain’s mind wandered back to the struggle with Alin. When he was grabbed by the collar and lifted into the air, Alin spoke words that seemed to put him into a trance. “What about the words you spoke to me? Some spell?” Alin laughed loudly, drawing brief glances from the other men who had begun gathering around the fire in the anticipation of a meal. “I was talking about how unpleasant your animals here are to eat.” He laughed again, the white grin piercing the dimness of the night. “You see it doesn’t matter what you say…” he said, before gesturing to Draen’s crotch. “…so long as there is something to distract your mind while the ring takes hold of you.” “When you try to turn your soldier, do not force it onto him. The ring is the only thing that should be imposed on him – after that, you must tempt the beast out of its cage… That raging animal within all of us? Lure it out, wake it up, make it hungry.” Alin said, never breaking eye contact with Draen. The Athenian recalled how Alin revealed his body to him… Luring out the beast. “Then all you need to do is guide him to your cock, and plant your seed… And when it is over he will be turned.” Draen thought about the incident to himself again. It had all seemed so elaborate before. Was it really so simple? Alin interrupted his thought with a friendly nudge. “Come, before everyone finishes the food. The flesh from your animals is stringy and tough… but it is still meat, eh?”

After Draen finished the meal, he wandered away from the fire and towards his restrained soldier. Thick ropes hugged his naked body tight, and for a split second the captain felt guilty. When his soldier recognized his captain, his face twisted into a furious visage. “Get away from me.” Niellen spat out angrily. “Be silent! I am trying to let you free.” Draen whispered back harshly, feigning secrecy. The soldier’s eyes widened with the prospect of freedom. “I couldn’t save all of you… But at least we can escape.” The former captain continued. Niellen ate up the lie. “You’ve done all of that… endured all of that… to save us?” came the soldiers shaky reply. “I’m sorry… I should have thought before I spoke.” Draen began untying the rope around the soldier. Niellen was one of the older soldiers – not yet a veteran but not inexperienced either. His figure was lean and well sculpted, much like his own. When the ropes finally gave way Niellen winced. The skin was raw and badly scraped where the ropes were tied around his naked body. “Do not apologize… I understand.” Niellen stretched out his arms and legs, grateful to be free, and Draen eyed the body before him on display, trying not to get hard. That’s when he noticed the ring around his cock. “Draen, what is this thing around my…” the soldier struggled with the word, clearly embarrassed. “…you know...” He sighed again in frustration before continuing. “I cannot take it off; no matter how hard I try – look.” Niellen said before moving his hand near his crotch. When his fingers got too close they balled into a fist and shook violently until he pulled his hand away. Draen saw this as an opportunity. “I have had the same success… let me try and remove yours. Perhaps the enchantment only works on the wearer.” He lied. Draen reached out to touch the soldier’s member when Niellen backed away. “I don’t exactly feel comfortable with you doing that.” He said nervously. The captain crossed his arms over his chest. “I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?” He said firmly. Niellen’s eyes darted a few times as he considered his options. The truth was he didn’t really have any. He eventually nodded in agreement. “All right then.” Draen said, stepping towards the nervous soldier. Kneeling down, he reached over to touch the ring when Niellen took in a sharp breath and stumbled back a step. When the captain looked up, Niellen’s cheeks and ears were a bright red. Was he blushing…? “Captain… I don’t know what’s happening to me.” The nervous soldier sputtered before clenching his teeth and shuddering. The ring had already begun sending out waves of pleasure throughout his body. Draen looked down to see Niellen’s member rising to full attention. The captain stood up and moved forward until their faces were nearly touching. “I know what you’re feeling… Do not fight it.” The captain said calmly, his fingers running down the length of Niellen’s arm. Niellen nervously stepped back only to find his captain advance as well until he was backed up against another tree trunk. Familiar urges stirred up inside the captain, but if he was going to be successful, he’d need his senses with him. Draen began taking off his shirt much like Alin had done. “Stop. …please.” The soldier shuddered, turning his head away despite the fact that his eyes wouldn’t look away. “I don’t think you want me to.” Came a soft confident whisper in reply, bringing a hand towards Niellen’s crotch. The soldier blocked Draen’s hand with his own, only to have his captain grab his wrist firmly. “I think you want to see more of me…”

Niellen’s response was weak and hollow: “I don’t want you to.” By this time, Draen had already taken off his shirt and untied his sash with a free hand. The soldier’s eyes took in the sight. While Draen’s body was nothing like the massive builds of the Persians, it was still toned, and well sculpted. Draen moved the stunned soldiers hand near his body, and pressed the palm against his own chest. “Go on… Don’t be afraid.” The former captain said, never breaking eye contact.

Whatever Draen was saying, however, fell onto deaf ears. His former soldier lost in a trance, thoughts confused and common sense muddled by desire. Niellen’s hand remained frozen in place against Draen’s chest before the ring sent another euphoric pulse through his body – Niellen’s resolve caved and he began to feel at the captains chest. One hand was eventually joined by two, both hands exploring Draen’s abdomen, shoulders, and arms. “What you feel is normal. Let it happen.” Draen said, struggling to maintain his calm despite the storm of desire raging within him – he was failing. Reaching up with both hands, and began to feel at his former soldier.

Both men were breathing heavily into one another, soft moans escaping as they both groped at each other. Niellen’s hands moved downwards, eventually reaching Draen’s member. And with that, the captain could no longer compose himself. Primal urges raced through Draen’s body. The need to dominate and control took hold of him as he seized Niellen by the shoulders and spun him around. The captain moved close to the dazed soldier, his package pressing hard against Niellen’s ass. Draen grinded against the hapless soldier. “Give yourself to me, Niellen… Trust your captain” he whispered between deep breaths.

“No… this is wrong…” came the weak reply. It bore no substance, and both men knew it. Ignoring him, Draen moved his hands from Niellen’s hips all the way to the soldier’s shoulder blades before putting pressure on his back. Slowly, the young soldier leaned forward until he fell on all fours. Draen’s hands parted the soft cheeks of his subordinate, one hand moving to grab his own member and bring it to Niellen’s asshole. Something was odd now. His cock oozed precum, but nothing like with the countless women the captain satisfied before. It poured out of his member in amounts that seemed unnatural. That is when he noticed the pool that formed on the ground bellow his cock. It was slimy and gave off a thick heavy scent.

The heat of desire forced him to ignore the changes in his body. Draen brought his cockhead to Niellen’s crack, and ran it up and down the space, spreading the unusual torrent of precum all over his crack. A part of him felt uncomfortable with the strange change in his body, and a voice of reason asked him to stop and think about what he was doing. What if there were other changes that could harm him?… …however that voice of reason was barely a whisper now.

Draen’s head began to press against the hole of his dumbstruck soldier, and to Draen’s surprise he was met by resistance. A part of Niellen woke up to what was happening, much like Draen had moments before. However Niellen, unlike his captain, was not entirely turned yet. “I…. can’t let this happen… It’s not right!!! This isn’t me! This isn’t you, Draen!” he cried through gritted teeth, fending off the invasion. The former captain, however, was no longer entirely there. All that was there was the beast within him, out of its cage – ready to make the kill.

Niellen’s ring muscles held tight against his captains cock, precum still oozing out, seeping into his hole and pouring down his crack. The ring around Draen’s member glowed faintly, and then began shaking violently – the same happened with Niellen’s ring. Both men were caught off guard by the sudden interruption, but it worked more towards the captain’s advantage. The surprise distracted the soldier while the sudden vibrations around Draen’s rod made the penetration all the more easier. Niellen’s asshole gave way.

“Yes! You are mine!” cried the former Athenian captain with an unusual tone that sounded so much unlike himself. The length of his member slid inside, still shaking from the ring’s vibrations. Niellen screamed out, his head thrown backwards. So tight… So very tight like no virgin he ever had the fortune of deflowering. His massive length moved further and further, the ring at the base of his cock moving closer and closer to Niellen’s broken asshole.

Inside the hapless soldier’s mind, he was losing control. The battle within raged violently, lust and his beliefs vying for dominance. Common sense was losing the battle. Niellen backed his hips towards Draen, utter pleasure washing away the pain of the intrusion. The rings shook with more strength.

Draen smiled, watching his solder fall for his desires. The soldier’s hands gripped at the dirt, and his head hung towards the ground, all of his attention on the pleasure coursing through him. With a guttural grunt, Draen finally pushed in hard – his entire length into Niellen. The ring around Draen’s cock made contact with Niellen’s skin, and a powerful pleasure exploded through the pair – it was all it took not to cum.

Draen… Listen to me!

The voice of Alin echoed into his head. Draen paused a moment out of sheer awe of what was happening to him.

Draen, you are close to turning this one… Your seed has been changed by the ring you wear, one of many changes you’ve likely noticed. He cannot cum until he gives his allegiance to Vellen! He will not be able to cum on his own – the ring will prevent that. But if you stimulate him enough –

“I understand, now leave me be!” Roared the captain as he thrust into Niellen hungrily. The voice passed, and even though Niellen had likely heard what happened, he was far too delirious to really pay attention. He was so close… So very close…

Niellen’s shoulders and back began to ache but it didn’t matter. His insides tingled warm, and coupled with the – “Aaaagh!” Niellen cried, throwing his head back again as the captain struck his prostate. Draen, noticing this, aimed for it a second time landing perfectly.

Stop! You will let him cum!

With a defiant growl, Draen aimed away from the prostate. Whatever frustrations he had at the moment towards Alin were instantly forgotten as he came perilously close to coming. His balls tightened and the ring stopped shuddering as if it were holding its breath while Draen released the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced in his entire life. His body tensed, and the insides of his thighs began to cramp, but there was nothing he could do under the crippling effect of his incredible climax. The seed poured into Niellen, and absorbed into his blood stream. The tingling fiery sensation spread to his chest, then arms and legs. His body was on fire, and he quivered, needing to cum. As Draen pulled out of Niellen’s asshole, the soldier moved a hand to jerk himself off. A spark shot from the ring, jolting his hand away. Several attempts later, Niellen gave up, and cried out in pain.

The lust of the beast leaving him, Draen looked upon his solider. The captain knew the pain he was going through, and frowned. “Niellen, I can end this for you…” He said sympathetically as a hand moved to the soldiers raging hardon. When Niellen saw that Draen could satisfy him, he became desperate.

“Please…! Let me come! Draen end this!” he cried, face bright red in the heat of passion, and sweat beading down his face. “All you need to do is give yourself to Vellen – accept that he is your one true god.” The captain said, partially guilty that he had to put his soldier through this. The pain was unbearable.

Niellen, being a very religious man, hesitated for a moment before Draen touched his member, running his fingers down the length. Niellen caved: “FINE! What do I need to say?!” he asked desperately, hands instinctively reaching to his member only to be shocked by a bolt of lightning.

Draen repeated the instructions so that his friend could hear. The soldier hesitated one final time before relenting. “Olympus forgive me… I want to come….” He whimpered helplessly.

Another voice invaded Draen’s mind, so powerful and demanding. But this one was not Alin’s.

I forgive you.

“I forgive you.” said Draen, the words not his own. The voice the spoke through him mockingly, making him cringe in disgust at the cruelty. But before the guilt settled in, Alin’s voice re-entered his mind.

Finish this… Have him say it again, and while the thought is fresh in his mind, complete the conversion.

“I can’t do it…” he said to himself and to Alin, guilt welling up inside him.

Then I shall do it for you.

The ring on Draen shimmered a bright yellow, and the captain reached forward, although clearly not of his own accord. Leaning forward, near Niellen’s face, Alin’s voice re-entered his mind.

Say it again.

“Say it again.” Draen spat out, unable to stop Alin from controlling his actions. The tortured soldier simply lay on the dirt, chest heaving under the pain of the cruel spell work from the ring. Niellen, for the last time revoked his gods, pronouncing Vellen his new god. And as he spoke, Draen‘s head came down on the soldier’s raging member, taking it into his mouth.

The taste was strange… so much unlike Alin’s in that it didn’t have that arresting scent or flavor. Draen gagged on it, but Alin’s control remained strong. His tongue moved expertly around Niellen’s member with a skill unlike Draen had ever seen. And as the final syllable fell from the soldier’s mouth, he came.

Back arched so much that the back of his head hurt from being pushed onto the ground, the exhilarating climax washed over him like a tidal wave. The soldiers’ mouth opened in a scream, but no sound came out. His face twisted in ecstasy and his body writhed as the last throes of the orgasm hit him. Niellen soon blacked out.

It is done… But we need to speak. NOW.

The voice boomed so loud that it caused Draen to cringe. After re-clothing himself, Draen walked away from the unconscious soldier and towards the encampment. Persian men moved in seemingly from out of nowhere and carried the body off to a tent. When Draen reached Alin by the fire, he noticed the Persians severe expression.

“You still have feelings of camaraderie for your men.” He said, words carrying no emotion. Draen nodded silently. “I thought I had turned you completely; that my seed was enough to make you fully understand our cause.” Alin spoke, this time with disappointment. However the disappointment seemed to be directed at himself.

“You have a strong will. I respect that.” He said, moving directly in front of Draen. “But now is the time where you see common sense…” He finally said, eyes snaring his own. Those powerful eyes took hold of him once again, and the captain felt the world around him dissolve.

Alin began to hold onto Draen by the shoulders, making it impossible to turn away. “Your people are broken, Draen. They fight for impossible causes and seek to tear apart everything we hold dear.” He said, the deep baritone easing Draen into relaxation. “Imagine one empire under solid and just ruler ship. One empire governed by the fairness of a god, Draen! Men can be corrupt, can fall victim to greedy desires and opportunity, but a god has no such follies.” Alin said, massaging Draen’s shoulders hard with his meaty hands.

There was truth in this, and Draen knew this, however he still felt something was wrong. The Greeks live happy and just lives. Just because they live a life different from the Persians doesn’t mean the Greek way of life should be labeled as such a terrible thing. Those powerful eyes took hold of him again, and Draen relaxed.

And yet what if he was wrong? What if the Persian was right? “Draen… You are happy now, are you not? Before you lived as a slave to the desires of women and your corrupt government. See reason – now you are so much more.” Alin said, his voice becoming softer, and just a little more commanding. The Persian’s hands guided Draen into a sitting position cross legged on the floor. Both men sat down but Draen, so lost in the Persian’s words, didn’t exactly notice the change in position. The Persian’s hands reached down towards Draen’s sash, untying it. “You have the potential to save your people, Draen. No wars, no bloodshed, no catastrophes like what happened in Sparta.” Alin gently pushed the Athenian backwards until Draen leaned on his hands. “You will bring the word of Vellen to your people just like you did to your soldier.” Alin said, sliding down Draen’s pants and yanking them off of his ankles.

Draen began to understand now. He would convert men who would in turn do the same to others. So much change without battles, without death, without bloodshed… Draen’s thoughts wandered to the people of Athens. “What of the women?” the captain muttered absently, lost in the powerful stare of the Persian. “The women will live fulfilling lives, serving our cause.” Alin said, untying his own sash. The vague answer that didn’t necessarily answer any questions was enough for the captain, as any protest dissolved under the intense stare.

Alin’s large frame crawled over Draen, the Persians pants, no longer held up by his sash, loosely falling off onto his calves. “I can make you understand everything…” whispered Alin, wrapping his massive arms around the crook of Draen’s back, lifting the man up a little off the ground. Their chests pressed into each other, their faces so very close. Draen wanted to understand… He wanted to believe the Persian.

Draen felt his legs part open, but the feeling never consciously registered in his mind. Alin adjusted his hips, his cock drooling in the same bizarre fashion as Draen’s had earlier with Niellen. The head pressed against the entrance of his asshole. Draen was perfectly relaxed, and without any resistance, the head slid in with relative ease.

Align let out a breath, moaning softly, feeling walls of Draen’s virgin asshole close around his rod. Alin withdrew, and then pushed in again. Draen was in pain, his insides on fire, as the walls of his asshole stretched under the girth of Alin’s massive rod. Gritting his teeth, he took another sharp breath in.

“The pain will pass…” Alin whispered hoarsely, pausing only to thrust inside the Athenian. “…along with your delusions concerning Persia…” Another thrust, this one landing on the spongy prostate inside Draen. The captain moaned as renewed lust flowed through him. His cock, still raw from his encounter with Niellen, ached.

Alin pushed in again, deeper and with more force than before. Draen, his wrists sore from leaning back on his hands, wrapped his arms around Alin. The new angle only made it easier to strike at his g spot. Draen was close, but Alin was even closer.

His face contorted in what seemed like a grimace, Alin grunted as his cock filled Draen with load after load of cum. The seed swam around Draen’s insides moving to spread across his entire body. Draen came too, with a much less impressive load.

The familiar warmth spread throughout the Athenian. As Alin’s seed slowly took hold of his mind, Draen stared back into the eyes of the Persian. An overwhelming feeling of companionship washed over himself. He could trust anything Alin said to him.

Alin smiled, running a large meaty hand through Draen’s hair with unusual tenderness. Yes… something was different about this one… The Athenian had come around and would see the truth in his words, And within weeks if not a month or more, Athens would fall to Persian rule.

“I am ready to show my people the truth…” Draen said weakly through eyes have shut. The captain had gone through allot… Turning his first victim, along with this?

“I believe you…” Alin said, holding Draen in his arms now. “They will all understand soon enough…”

Far off in the heart of Persia, Vellen sat patiently in his seat. Servants sat obediently all around their proclaimed god, eager to serve him. He sensed the events with Alin and the Athenian, and despite having to appear emotionless in the presence of his worshipers, Vellen allowed himself the most ominous hint of a smile.