Six months have passed since Leonidas was captured and turned into Xerxes's personal plaything. Throughout his captivity, he has experienced the most humiliating and grueling ordeal any man has ever experienced.
However, Xerxes believes that the ultimate humiliation has yet to happen, and after six months of sustained degradation, he believes that it was time for Leonidas to endure that.
Xerxes wanted Leonidas to be publicly humiliated in front of his own city and men.
The sun beat down relentlessly on the gates of Sparta as Xerxes stood upon the raised platform, his purple robes billowing in the hot wind. Below him, the remnants of the once-proud Spartan people gathered, their faces etched with fear and despair. Among them stood Gorgo, Leonidas's wife, her eyes wide with horror as she watched the spectacle unfold.
Chained and naked, Leonidas knelt before his former subjects, his muscular frame glistening with sweat under the harsh sunlight. His arms remained bound behind his back, a constant reminder of his submission.
"People of Sparta!" Xerxes boomed, his voice carrying across the silent crowd. "Behold your former king! Behold the mighty Leonidas!" He said it in the most ridiculous way.
Leonidas kept his eyes closed, tears streaming down his face. Nothing could have prepared him for this public degradation. He wanted to resist to show his own people that he still had it in him but knew well enough not to do that to save his men from Xerxes's wrath.
Xerxes snapped his fingers, and two figures emerged from behind the platform—Artemis and Daxos, once Leonidas's most trusted lieutenants. Now they served Xerxes, their loyalty bought through promises of unlimited access to Leonidas's body as well as their own security.
Nevertheless, both men had been apprehensive about this day as it meant that they would expose themselves and their infatuations for their former king to the Spartan public. But knowing that the Spartan city had no power anymore and that resisting Xerxes's order would only attract punishments for themselves, they got over their anxiety and walked towards the platform, approaching the kneeling king.
The two men were dressed in robes, standing in contrast to their former superior's naked form.
"Kneel properly," Daxos commanded, giving Leonidas a sharp push. "Torso straight, shoulders back." Daxos was the least apprehensive of the two and had no qualms about degrading his former king after the shift in power balance.
Leonidas hesitantly complied and straightened his posture, his chest heaving with each breath.
Meanwhile, Artemis positioned a small stool beside Leonidas, then sat down. His eyes lingered at the heaving muscles before him that were enough to stir his own cock. He couldn’t help but to still feel a degree of empathy for his former king, who didn’t even want to look him in the eyes.
Artemis, however, had to obey Xerxes's orders as well and so he leaned forward to capture Leonidas's left nipple between his teeth and lips. Leonidas flinched in response but held his position as instructed.
Artemis started slow with sucking the sensitive nubs, which elicited a small groan from Leonidas. Leonidas closed his eyes but kept his pecs out and taut for his former subordinate to relish.
Meanwhile, Daxos moved behind the defeated king, positioning himself between Leonidas's spread legs. Xerxes then gave his green light, and Daxos sneered, spitting on his hand and rubbing it along his own erection before pressing it against Leonidas's tight entrance.
Leonidas bit his lip, trying to suppress the groan that threatened to escape as Daxos pushed inside him. The initial burn gave way to a familiar fullness, a sensation he had become intimately acquainted with during his captivity. Artemis's mouth worked expertly on his nipple while his free hand wrapped around Leonidas's growing cock, stroking it in rhythm with Daxos's thrusts. Every muscle in Leonidas's torso rippled at every penetration. The sight of himself being sexually violated by his own trusted men as he endured was a spectacle to everyone.
Xerxes watched from above, a smile playing on his lips as he observed the degradation. "Remember, Leonidas," he called out to the crowd, "you are forbidden to climax until I grant you permission. If you disobey, there will be consequences."
Leonidas's breathing became ragged as the sensations intensified. He knew the rule but the dual stimulation was overwhelming—the pulling at his nipple, the stretching of his ass, the firm strokes on his cock. He was struggling to contain the surging sensation within his body.
A few minutes in, Artemis removed his hand from Leonidas's shaft and produced a small metal object from his pouch.
"A special treat for your king," Xerxes then announced as Artemis pressed the smooth surface against Leonidas's cockhead. With a gentle push, he inserted the cock plug, sealing Leonidas's erection completely. The pressure sent a jolt through Leonidas's body, and he moaned loudly, unable to contain himself.
"Gahhhh!"
The crowd gasped collectively as they witnessed their former leader being treated like a common whore. Gorgo covered her mouth with her hand, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
For twenty agonizing minutes, Artemis and Daxos continued their assault on Leonidas's body, stopping just short of bringing him to climax each time. Pre-cum leaked steadily from around the plug, dripping onto the ground beneath him. Xerxes enjoyed watching the struggle on Leonidas's face—the conflict between his natural instincts and his need to obey.
Finally, Xerxes descended from the platform, holding two items aloft for the crowd to see—a small vial of clear liquid and a syringe filled with a milky substance.
"This," he announced, holding up the vial, "is a special sensitizing lotion. And this," he said, waving the syringe, "contains a chemical compound that will enhance Leonidas's musculature and increase his sensitivity tenfold."
Xerxes approached Leonidas, who was trembling visibly. "Would you like me to apply these to your body, my pet?" he asked, his tone deceptively gentle.
Leonidas swallowed hard, knowing what was expected of him. "...my body is yours to please, my King..."
Leonidas replied in between his laborious breath, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. He had his head down to save himself from the humiliation, though he tried to fix his form and flex his abdominals to please his archnemesis.
The crowd gasped again at the complete surrender in his voice. Xerxes smiled triumphantly before ordering Artemis and Daxos to proceed.
Artemis uncorked the vial and poured a generous amount of the lotion into his palm, then began rubbing it into Leonidas's chest and abdomen. The cool liquid sent shivers through the Spartan king’s body, followed quickly by a tingling sensation that grew increasingly intense. Simultaneously, Daxos injected the chemical compound into Leonidas's hip, the needle piercing the taut muscle.
Almost immediately, Leonidas felt a burning sensation spreading through his body from the injection site. His muscles began to ripple and contract involuntarily, growing larger and more defined before his eyes. The sensitizing lotion made every touch feel electric, every breath a sensual experience. The transformation lasted for about two minutes.
At the end of it, the Spartan King's physique had transformed into a rippling muscular perfection. No ounce of fat could be seen and the muscular striations were visible every time he moved. The sweat had also honed his muscularity even more, enough to stir Xerxes's cock to life.
As a by-product, Leonidas's nipples had grown in size too, making them a better target for Artemis to suck on. The Spartan King also felt hot beyond belief.
After the chemicals took their full effect, Xerxes ran his hands over Leonidas's now incredibly defined abdominal muscles, watching as the Spartan king shivered and groaned at the contact. He then pinched one of Leonidas's nipples, eliciting a loud groan from the captive king. Leonidas's cock also sprang up.
Xerxes smiled. "Perfect," he whispered to Leonidas then faced the crowd again.
"People of Sparta, watch as your King submits to me and endures his own men's advances like the slave he is. If he climaxes without my permission, there will be consequences." Xerxes said.
"Now let us resume the ordeal."
Xerxes gestured for Artemis and Daxos to resume their activities. The two traitors wasted no time, attacking Leonidas's body with renewed vigor. Daxos pounded into him from behind while Artemis sucked fiercely on his nipples and rubbed his sensitive cock through the plug.
"GARGHHH!"
The enhanced sensations were almost too much for Leonidas to bear. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, every touch felt like lightning against his skin. He screamed and moaned, his body writhing in ecstasy and agony.
"Keep your form, Leonidas," Daxos growled, grabbing a handful of Leonidas's hair and pulling his head back. "Let everyone see your magnificent physique."
Leonidas's chest heaved with each breath, his muscles standing out in stark relief against his sweat-slicked skin. The crowd watched in horrified fascination as their former king was publicly violated.
Two minutes later, Leonidas could no longer hold back the sensation building in his cock.
"No... arrrrrgggghh!"
With a final, desperate cry, he threw his head up and erupted, his cum bursting from around the cock plug and spraying onto the ground beneath him. The orgasm lasted for twenty blissful seconds, leaving him panting and spent.
Xerxes's expression darkened.
"Disobedient dog," he muttered, snapping his fingers.
Immediately Xerxes's guards appeared, dragging forth eight naked Spartan men who had been held captive nearby. They were chained and forced to kneel at the base of the platform, directly in view of Leonidas's humiliation.
"Because you failed to obey," Xerxes announced to the crowd, "one of these men will die."
Still trying to recuperate from the earlier orgasm, Leonidas's eyes widened in horror. "No, please..." he begged in between his breathing, falling to his knees before Xerxes. "Please spare them... please." Leonidas knew he had really no leverage by this point.
Xerxes relished the scene of his archnemesis pleading for mercy in front of his own people.
A cruel smile crossed his face. "Perhaps there is another way for you to atone," he mused. "Come here, Leonidas. On your knees."
Not wanting to see his men die, Leonidas tried to comply, positioning himself before Xerxes, who had unbuckled his pants and freed his already hardening cock.
The Spartan King knew where this was going.
"Suck," Xerxes commanded, placing a hand on the back of Leonidas's head and forcing him forward. Leonidas hesitated for only a second before opening his mouth and taking Xerxes's length inside, his tongue working to please his archnemesis.
Xerxes was aggressive in forcing Leonidas to take all of his cock. At one point, the Spartan king was choking but Xerxes didn’t relent, causing Leonidas to cough and gag.
The Spartan captives watched in disbelief as their former king performed fellatio on their enemy. Gorgo buried her face in her hands, unable to watch anymore.
"Now grind my cock against your beautiful stomach," Xerxes ordered as he raised Leonidas's head up.
Leonidas gulped and began to move into position. He moved closer in between Xerxes's thighs until his abdominals were brushing on Xerxes's throbbing cock. With his hands still restrained behind his back, it was really difficult for him to keep the cock inside his abdominal crevices. This means that he had to adjust his own torso and go the extra mile to keep it in place, which was what Xerxes had intended.
When he saw Leonidas in position, Xerxes slowly adjusted his cock in between Leonidas's contracted abdominals and ordered his former foe to keep them flexed. He extended his other hand to caress the firm muscle mounds.
Soon after, Xerxes ordered Artemis and Daxos to resume their advances, with Daxos continuing to fuck Leonidas from behind while Artemis played with his nipple and cock.
Leonidas threw his head up and groaned loud as he tried to take the surging sensation all in.
Meanwhile, Xerxes sat back and licked his lips as he felt his cock being massaged by Leonidas's sweaty and undulating abdominals. His hands would at times roam to twist Leonidas's other free nipple, causing the Persian King to grunt and flinch.
Within minutes, Leonidas found himself on the verge of another climax, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.
"Please...," he gasped, "I can’t... I’m going to..."
"Cum for me, you pathetic excuse for a king," Xerxes snarled, grabbing Leonidas's hair. "Show us all what happens when a Spartan king breaks his word."
Leonidas cried out as he came again, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The cum was spewing out of his cock into the grail beneath Xerxes's chair. Artemis kept his stroking steady to ensure he extracted every bit of the cum.
When Leonidas was finally done, he lowered his head and heaved uncontrollably. He knew that he had violated the order once again and was terrified that Xerxes would actually kill one of his men. He whimpered and pleaded in his breath.
"Since you enjoy breaking rules so much," Xerxes announced to the crowd, "perhaps we should give him another task."
Xerxes then paused and pushed Leonidas down until he fell on the floor.
He then looked down to see the Spartan captives and was delighted to see every one of them hard.
"What a pleasant surprise," He murmured.
"Citizens of Sparta, it seems like all your Spartan soldiers had infatuations over their own superior." He said as he told the guards to showcase the Spartan captives' throbbing cocks.
It drew a gasp from the public.
"Crawl to your men below and suck their cocks. If you make them all cum, I might spare one of them." Xerxes then whispered to Leonidas.
Leonidas's heart sank hearing the command.
Nevertheless, Leonidas could not do anything about it. And so he crawled to the first Spartan prisoner, taking his flaccid cock into his mouth and working it with his tongue until it stiffened. The Spartan watched in a mixture of shame and arousal as his former king pleasured him.
"I'm sorry, my king," the man whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "We never meant for this to happen."
One by one, Leonidas moved among the Spartan captives, sucking their cocks until they exploded in his mouth or on his face. Some of them apologized, others simply stared in silence, their expressions unreadable. When he had finished with all eight men, Leonidas knelt before them and the public, his face and body covered in their cum.
Xerxes clapped slowly. "Well done, my pet. Now, perhaps you’d like to know the fate of your friends?"
Leonidas looked up hopefully, but Xerxes's smile was cruel.
"As I said, I am feeling merciful today. These men may go free if they choose. So you are all free to go now."
The Spartan captives glanced at each other uncertainly. After a moment of silence, none of them moved.
Leonidas's heart sank. It felt like a betrayal to him but he somewhat also could understand where they were coming from. They have no future in the subdued city of Sparta.
"Very wise," Xerxes said, approving of their decision. "Now, for your final test of obedience. My men tell me that Leonidas’s body is quite the prize. Perhaps you would like to sample it for yourselves?"
The eight Spartan men exchanged glances before their cocks twitched in anticipation. Leonidas was horrified at Xerxes's command but there was, again, nothing he could do to stop him.
Xerxes released the captives from their chains. At first, they were hesitant, but one by one they began to approach Leonidas, who remained kneeling on the floor.
"Ah ah, don’t get too excited yet. I demand an orderly public display of lust," Xerxes then announced.
He ordered four men to take on Leonidas at a time. One tasked to pound Leonidas from behind, two on the Spartan king’s nipples and muscles and the last on Leonidas's cock.
Xerxes also wanted Leonidas to continue kneeling facing him and the public, and reminded Leonidas to keep his torso up as his men defiled him.
"We want to see all your beautiful muscles dance," Xerxes cheered as he sat down in his chair.
Leonidas was fuming internally. His chest heaving at the anticipation of the ultimate degradation. He could feel a churn in his stomach when he felt his own men closing in on him. Some of them still tried to apologize.
"For Sparta..." Leonidas whispered as he readied himself for the insurmountable sensation.
The Spartan men started their assault almost at the same time, immediately causing Leonidas to bulge his eyes out and shriek. The oil and the way his men handled his body had crumbled all of his defenses almost instantly.
Leonidas thrashed his head around but he tried to maintain his required form, and flexed his muscles even if it was almost impossible for him to focus.
In less than two minutes, he erupted into another orgasm, with the Spartan captive struggling to collect the constantly spewing cum.
"Continue on," Xerxes then told the captives. "The muscle stimulant in his body means that his cock will remain hard for the next few hours."
Leonidas immediately was put into a near-orgasm state again as the captives resumed their synchronized assault on every sensitive point on his body.
For thirty minutes, the violation continued, with the captives taking turns cumming and switching their roles in pushing Leonidas to continuous orgasms.
By the end, he was a broken, sweaty mess, his body aching and full of cum.
Then Xerxes ordered the other group of captives to resume. In this second round, Leonidas was struggling to even maintain his required form. His men had to keep himself up to make sure Xerxes continued to have a perfect view of his majestic body being violated.
After another thirty minutes, the assault finally ended. Leonidas was heaving and on all fours, with his entire face and body full of cum. His asshole was also leaking of his own men's juice. He was humiliated beyond belief.
"That was quite a spectacle," Xerxes then announced.
"But you did break your form a number of times and this calls for a proper punishment."
Xerxes then called his guards to prepare for the punishment.
Immediately, the guards brought Leonidas to another platform near the gate of Sparta. On the platform was a huge mechanical phallus that jut out at a 45-degree angle. They slowly forced Leonidas to take the phallus in, which caused the hunk to roar due to the size. Once he was perfectly impaled, the guards then raised Leonidas's arms to the end of the cross above the phallus and secured his arms, just enough until his biceps bulged out perfectly. They also then strapped Leonidas's neck to the pole, leaving his upper body completely immobile and defenseless to any touches. Leonidas's cock remained hard and the guards had set up a fresh cup just below the tip.
"You will be here for the rest of the afternoon and through the night. And everyone, including my guards and all you proud Spartan people, are free to use his body and milk him. No one is allowed to drink his juice."
Leonidas was terrified to his core. His humiliation was complete.
"Artemis and Daxos will stay by his side to ensure order and also that he remains displayed at his most optimal for everyone to relish."
Daxos immediately threw a punch onto Leonidas's abdominals to remind him to keep them flexed. The king groaned in pain and complied.
With that, Xerxes then retreated to his own camp, leaving Leonidas at the mercy of the guards and the public.
It didn’t take long before the Persian guards swarmed the reeling Spartan king. They were relentless with their touch, with some using their weapons to inflict pain—albeit not a permanent one—to Leonidas's body. There were more than 50 guards who participated that afternoon.
By the end of the third hour, Leonidas had cummed for more than ten times. Each cum was as strong as the first one and rapidly fuelling the cup. His mind was groggy by then and eyes half closed.
"You’re not yet done, my King," Artemis then whispered as he tried to twist Leonidas's swollen nipples. Leonidas grunted weakly in response.
There was a moment of lull for a while after the Persian soldiers were finished with him. To his horror, a group of young Spartan men from the city suddenly also came, though hesitantly. These were those men that failed the Spartan warrior tests, and were secretly harboring sexual fantasy of Leonidas when they were in camp. They were lanky and rather more effeminate.
"Don’t be shy," Daxos then encouraged them to come.
Through his half-closed eyes, Leonidas was able to identify them. At this point, he held no hard feelings to anyone who wished to defile him.
To their surprise, Daxos removed the binds on Leonidas's neck and arms, causing him to fall on the platform’s floor.
The young Spartans were terrified at first but Daxos assured them that Leonidas was not going to harm them.
"In fact, you can even order him to do whatever you wish him to do," Daxos further explained as he grabbed Leonidas's hair to force him to kneel.
One of the young Spartan men brought out what appeared like a set of fine needles. And he wanted Leonidas to grind his cock with his abdominals like Xerxes did earlier while Daxos or Artemis slowly penetrated the side of his abdominal mounds with the needles.
Artemis and Daxos were shocked to see how lewd and violent the demand was, which made them feel aroused. They granted the man’s wish.
Leonidas couldn’t stop bellowing in agony as he was turned into a mere muscle meat with the sole purpose of satisfying the young Spartan’s devious demand. When every block was pierced, the other Spartan pounding his arse increased his tempo. In no time, all three men erupted in orgasm.
After the young Spartan men left, there was suddenly another group of men emerging from the gate.
"Looks like they’re not the only ones interested to take pleasure in you," Artemis said as he again forced Leonidas to be back on his knees.
He noticed that Leonidas's muscles were softening and his strength drained. And so, he injected a fresh muscle stimulant to keep the defeated and reeling king awake and his muscles taut for the next few hours. Leonidas groaned as the chemicals pushed his cells to their limits once again. He turned back into heaving muscle meat, with a cock that was throbbing rock hard.
Over the next few hours or so and through the night, Leonidas endured the grueling milking and muscle groping sessions from all walks of life. By midnight, he wished that he would just pass out but the constant injection by Artemis kept him awake so that he was fully experiencing the ordeal.
"This is how you serve your country," Artemis whispered in his ears as two old lecherous Spartan strangers sucked and chewed his nipples. Their hands exploring the expanse of his body as he was kept up by Daxos. His mind began to wander and imagine the life before his life of servitude, and the cherished memories were enough to sustain him mentally as he endured through the suffering instead.
"For Sparta"
