ARIESTILES The city state of Bythos was once known for its ..

ARIESTILES The city state of Bythos was once known for its beauty and the beauty of its people, especially their men. The city lay at the base of a sacred mountain with lush gardens and farm lands. It’s warriors were the most brave, skilled, and handsomest. That was until it arose the wreath of an ancient sorcerer. The sorcerer unleashed a terrible monster, known as the Cylon upon their city. The hideous monster burned their fields. The fires were so massive that they turned day into night. The once proud city began to starve. Finally the ancient sorcerer made his demands known. In return for the Cylon to go away, the city must offer once a year on the holiest day of the homosexual god J’ong Ra, a beautiful, muscular man. The sacrificed male must journey up the mountain that towers over the city to the temple of J’ong Ra. If a man or boy was not received at the sacred mountain temple on the holy day of J’ong-Ra, the horrible Cylon would return to level the city by fire. The residents were terrified. No one knew what became of the men that went to the temple, except that they were never seen again. With the city’s most handsome men already sacrificed, the city’s king, Draco I called out for the bravest champions from across the world to come and rid them of the evil that befallen them. The king knew no one could defeat the powerful sorcerer and planned to offer those brave handsome warriors who were foolish enough to attempt the journey to the mountain top to satisfy the old sorcerer and his god. At first each year, hundreds of warriors, seeking to make a name of themselves in legends, would journey to Bythos and offer their services to the king. The king would hire the most muscular of the brave warriors to go on the appointed day to the mountainous temple to kill the sorcerer. And every year, the brave warrior never returns. Even the hero Hercules attempted to defeat the sorcerer but was never seen again as well. Now after a hundred years, the winter solstice was once again approaching, and the city braced for fear. Word had gotten out that the brave warriors were being used to pay the city’s debt to the sorcerer, therefore the number of warriors seeking the city’s employment grew fewer each year. King Draco III feared that one of his own countrymen, even his own son, Etretius, would have to be chosen in their place. The city’s population of younger men that would please the sorcerer and his god was few and far between. The king was in despair as he sat in the great council chamber hearing his advisers argue among each other on what to do. Suddenly the heavily bronze doors of the chamber were pushed open and a warrior in black armor and helmet and a cape of bright red entered the room. The warriors legs were bare and muscular, two mighty tree trunks. His arms, also bare, were thick and muscular. “Who dares to disturb the high council,” the king rose from his throne. “I’m Ariestiles, son of Aries,” the younger man removed his helmet. The king never saw such a beautiful man as he did now. The warrior's hair was black as night and his face was chisel and flawless. He was the splitting image of Aries, the god of war, himself. “I have come to slay your sorcerer and his monster,” the younger man raised his sword. The king couldn’t help but admire the warrior’s strong muscular body. The sorcerer would be very pleased with this one, the king thought to himself. The boy’s legs were powerful and thick. “Welcome, Ariestiles, son of Aries,” King Draco held out his hands to greet the new champion. Later that night, Draco and his son Etretius laid on the dining couches picking at their food as they watched Ariestiles bath in the pool before them. Neither man saw any man as beautiful as Ariestiles. His skin was smooth and flawless as he walked out of the pool. His impressive cock was swinging before his massive legs as he walked up the steps toward the dining platform. A slave draped a silk robe over his broad shoulders and the hero covered himself as he sit on the dining coach to the king’s right. Ariestiles picked a grape from the low table before him, “My majesty, please tell me about this sorcerer of yours.” Draco III put the wine goblet down, “his name is Medusus. He was a son of one of our royal forefathers. He was considered a sickly youth and as a result was casted out of Bythos. Instead of dying in the wilds of the mountain, Medusus prayed to the ancient god J’ong Ra. He was envious and lust after the strong, fit men of Bythos and pledged to the god to enslave the very men that cast him out. According to legend the god woke and bestowed on the weak pale man unbelievable power. It is said among his powers is the ability to enslave men. A man only needs to look into his eyes and be enslaved.” “Sounds like pure legend,” Ariestiles lifted the wine goblet and took a long drink. Etretius couldn’t help but admire the hero’s thick bare thighs as the robe rode up revealing the curvature of Ariestiles’ right ass cheek. “According to legend, your father, Aries, knows of J’ong-Ra’s power. The god of war himself was seduced by J’ong-Ra. Did he not fuck Aries for 30 nights,” Etretius smiled. “I am not my father,” Ariestiles slurred his speech as he stood from the dining couch. His robe fell to the floor as he stumbled out of the chamber. He was cocky, even arrogant. Etretius' eyes followed the beautiful sculpted ass of the hero.