Tumblr is a wonderful place. It is also where I got this idea. Greece is a teen. (Allusions to Ottoman Empire/Turkey owning Greece)
Turkish Oil Wrestling-(quick summary) get oil up with olive oil, wrestle, winner wins by securing a grip on the other guy's pants (usually by stuffing them down his pants) and pinning him to the ground. Loser kisses the winners hand.
Heracles seriously wished he had known what he was getting into before he agreed. But anything for his freedom right? He steeled his nerves and looked his master in the eye. It was one of those rare moments when he wasn't wearing that ridiculous mask.
"Are you ready boy?" Sadiq smirked.
The Grecian glared in response. The pants he was wearing was tight, he felt slippery from all the oil, and he didn't like the idea of Turkish Oil Wrestling in general but his mother would laugh at him if he didn't at least try. I am Greece, the blood of the Spartans gives me strength, the minds of the philosophers makes me wise. He thought to himself.
"Then lets start." The older man knelt down, ready to strike. "One. Two. Three." Heracles dove for Sadiq's middle, trying to knock him down, but Sadiq pushed back, Heracles stumbled backwards and slipped. He looked to see Sadiq leaping on top of him. The young teen rolled out of the way and climbed on top of the older man's back. He tried to wrap his arms around Sadiq's neck, but the oil was making it hard. It took all of his concentration and all of his strength to hold on. Suddenly he felt an oily hand slip into his pants and Heracles let go in surprise, falling to the ground. Sadiq took the opportunity to pin him to the ground.
Sadiq had won. Greece was stuck with him still. Heracles froze as the amber eyes of his master pierced into his soul. Sadiq smirked, pulled roughly on the pants, and let the leather snap against the olive skinned teen. Heracles let out a yelp of pain and felt the welt begin to grow. He felt fingers grab his hair and his head was forced in the direction of his master's. "You've lost Heracles." There was an edge of taunting in his voice. "You know what that means." He shoved the boy to the ground and held out his hand. Heracles looked up, hate burning in his eyes. Reluctantly he kissed his master's hand. The hand shot out and grabbed the young man's neck, holding him high in the air. "Never ask for your freedom again little boy." Heracles struggled to breath, wondering how in the world Sadiq was able to keep such a strong grip. "You are mine." Sadiq threw the foolish child to the ground and walked away, returning his mask to his face.
Heracles groaned and fisted the grass. Damn it! I will be free! I just know I will! One day, when I'm stronger. I will be free.
Don't worry Greece! You'll be free someday!
Bet you guys were expecting smexy times no? No I don't publish that stuff.
Can't decide if I want to add another chapter with Greece winning later when he gets older. What do you think? (I know there's going to be at least one yes.) Go check out my mermaid story(GerFem!Mermaid!Ita)! Yea!