Second Time Around

I pause for a moment to take a long drink from my glass of water; I smile at Elliott before going back into my trance again.

"Okay, what happens next after you've been left at the stakes?" Michael asks.

"We are left alone for a while before being brought water and bread by a couple of women who openly stare at our bodies before running back to the huts. We are famished so eat the bread and drink the water quickly before we are interrupted. We spend most of the afternoon dozing in the afternoon sun shine; we are pretty much ignored by the tribe which is a relief to me. Then as the sun starts to set events take a sinister turn. We spot Cos, Piran and Wingallock leave their hut dressed in their druid clothing carrying three jugs of fat, two lengths chain and manacles, walking in our general direction but stop at the 'tree trunk' where the jugs and chains are put down on the ground. They are shortly joined by ten warriors in full battle regalia i.e. stark naked with body tattoos all over and gold torque necklaces and hair spiked carrying spears and daggers. Piran strides over to us carrying the manacles followed by the warriors who stare haughtily down at us. Silently Piran attaches the manacles to our wrist and ankles then with a nod to the warriors, they detach our neck chains from the stakes and lead us over to the tree trunk. As we stand there Cos and Wingallock are busy applying generous amounts of the fatty grease to each of the poles, it is beginning to dawn on me what these poles will be used for! When they finish that task they turn their attention to us, with a nod from Cos each of us are grabbed by two warriors who bend us over; one holding our head down and the other holding us round the waist preventing us from moving. Me, being nearest to Cos gets the treatment first; he walks up behind me and liberally greases up my anus. First one finger is inserted and for a while it is pushed in and out and twirled around to loosen up my hole, it is joined by a second finger briefly before they are withdrawn and Cos moves onto Felix next to me. This process is repeated until all five of us have been greased up. The warrior who is holding me by my waist releases his grip and walks round behind me before holding me by the waist again. He pushes my bum down until it is in the right position for him and without warning he thrusts his erect cock deep into me until his balls are pressing against my cheeks. I cry out in pain at the sudden intrusion and as my mouth opens to yell out I feel the other warrior position himself and then his cock pushes into my mouth and straight down my throat causing me to gag. I am being brutally fucked at both ends, no mercy is shown by either warrior but I am determined to show my courage by not protesting or resisting in any way. Slowly both orifices become accustomed to their cocks and it becomes a pleasure rather than a torment. On and on they thrust in and out until with final push and a guttural growl they shoot their loads into my rectum and down my throat, then abruptly pull out leaving a trail of jism oozing out of the cocks. Finally I am allowed to stand up straight and catch my breath, in doing so I see my fellow comrades being fucked in the same way. To my amusement all seem to be getting into the swing of it, even Rufus! Marcus is the last to be released and as he stretches his back he winces as he tenderly touches his backside making the warriors laugh loudly. I hear a noise to my left and am surprised to see another forty warriors marching towards us with great purpose. They are holding flaming torches as the sun has set and it is getting dark. They are as naked as the other ten warriors, with the same tattoos, gold necklaces and hairstyles, they look incredibly intimidating and if I am honest rather erotic with their macho swaggers and expressions made all the more fierce being lit by the torches. Behind them follows a familiar figure, it is the man I saw earlier on down by the river who had been trailing us, seeing my expression he laughs and nods in my direction. He is wearing the same leather trousers but this time is wearing a tunic over his upper body but his hair looks as wild as ever. Cos informs us that he is Belenos Corann, the tribe leader, and as far as we are concerned he is god. He has absolute power over your lives, one word from him and you can be killed or your life will be spared. By now Belenos has reached the group and is taking his time greeting each and every warrior before walking over to Cos and talks to him in fluent Roman, for our benefit I presume. He asks about our progress, seemingly satisfied with the response and he sits down cross legged on the ground quickly joined by a couple of warriors. They watch the ensuing action carefully and with some amusement. The remaining warriors crowd round us without saying anything they steer us towards the tree trunk where Cos instructs us to climb up and sit down on the first five seats making sure that the poles are fully inserted inside us. Feeling a little self-conscious I do as I am told, the pole itself is cock-sized and following my recent anal assault it slips in easily and I find myself sitting firmly down on the seat in no time at all. As I make myself comfortable the warriors attach my manacles to the metal loops by my wrists and feet ensuring that I am unable to move out of my seat. Looking over my shoulder I see the others are in the same position, turning back to face the front I realise that we are no longer the focus of attention for the tribe's women have joined the warriors and there is a great deal of merriment and dancing and singing. For the next half an hour they dance around the tree trunk with their behaviour getting more and more lewd. Finally with a loud double clap from Belenos the women throw themselves to the ground swiftly followed by the warriors who waste no time in ravaging them with great gusto. Once the warriors are spent the women straighten their dresses and walk back to the huts giggling and waving to Belenos, who waves back in response. The warriors make their way over to us, unfasten our manacles and indicate for us to climb down from our seats. As I climb down I am grabbed by the waist and bent over again, bracing myself against the tree trunk I feel first one finger slip easily inside and then a second one joins it reasonably easy but when a third attempts to enter but it is met with resistance. When the fingers are withdrawn I am allowed to stand up but am pushed towards the next set of seats and told to climb up and sit down on the poles again. Looking at these poles I see that they are thicker and more tapered than the previous poles, I guess it must be half as wide again. Straddling the pole it takes a lot more effort to accommodate the poles and from the sounds behind me the others are having the same problem. Seeing our struggles five warriors climb up onto the tree trunk and placing their hands on our shoulders push down as hard as they can. Our anal rings resistance give way and with a collective groan we slide down into our seats, I am feeling rather sore but have little time to worry about it as our manacles are fastened once more into place. Belenos stands up and strolls over to us and congratulates us for having passed all of the courage tests so far but warns us that more tests are to follow which he will be monitoring closely with great interest. I feel a sense of pride developing despite my very unusual circumstances and smile in response. I pluck up the courage and ask if I may speak, he says that I may so I ask what is to be our next test? And what is the purpose of the seats that we are sitting on? All in good time, you will shortly find out. He says smiling in response. He returns to where he was sitting and then claps his hands again loudly. On the signal the warriors make loud whooping noises and start dancing and running round the tree trunk, each time they ran past the priests they scoop up wads of the fat and grease up their ever hardening cocks. When every warrior is greased up Belenos claps his hands again and it becomes a game of tag crossed with rugby tackling. It seems the object of the game is to catch another warrior, wrestle him to the ground and then fuck him senseless until the captor shoots his virile jism deep into the recipient's rectum. The captor once spent retires from the chase and joins the applauding spectators. This game lasts for an hour until just one warrior is left lying on the ground totally exhausted and judging by the state of his anus very stretched and full of jism. Belenos calls out to the warrior who nods ruefully and staggers over to collapse at Belenos's feet. We watch with interest to see what will happen next. Once he recovers his breath he is told to stand up, turn round with his back to Belenos, bend over and put his hands behind his knees and spread his legs wide. Belenos then rises to his feet and casually starts to finger the warrior's anus. I am so surprised by what follows that my mouth falls open in astonishment, I have never seen anything like it and I didn't know it was physically possible. With little reaction from the poor guy Belenos first inserts one finger, then two, then three, before a fourth disappears with great ease. I can just make out the thumb being tucked in behind the fingers before with a slight push and virtually no resistance the whole hand disappears inside. A low moan issues from his lips and I spot his hands frantically wanking his cock while Belenos slowly pulls his fist out of his anus and then reinserting it a little more forcefully than before. The moaning gets louder and louder and then with a cry the warrior shoots a long jet of jism which shines in the torchlight before it hits the ground. He collapses onto all fours, the impaling fist leaves his sloppy hole with a loud wet squelch much to the amusement of his watching comrades. I can't believe what I have just witnessed, yet judging by the reactions of the Celts this is nothing unusual and within a minute events carry on as if it never happened. Belenos indicates to Cos that they're ready for the next stage. Nodding Cos calls Piran and Wingallock over and the three of them walk over to us, release our manacles, instruct us to climb down and once more to bend over holding onto the tree trunk. Having done this once already we need no further guidance and assume the position required. Looking over my shoulder, I watch Cos explore my crack with his fingers before starting to insert his fingers. Having had the pole up my hole for over an hour it seems incapable of closing properly and like the poor warrior just now Cos inserts three fingers easily but he was unable to insert a fourth. He doesn't seem too concerned about this as he says well done to me before moving onto my comrades. By the time Cos is finished with us the warriors have crowded round again and we are moved onto the final set of seats. Close up I can see their poles are even thicker than the poles we have just left behind, I would think they are about triple the size of the original poles and I am concerned about whether I will be able to accommodate such a thick pole. However we aren't going to be given the option to refuse and as we climb up and place our anuses over the poles Cos advise us to relax as much as possible and to even welcome the intrusion as it will make it easier and less painful. Belenos has walked over unnoticed and agrees with Cos, he says they will be providing a distraction to help us relax and swallow the poles completely. He remains there standing watching our efforts as the first couple of inches of the poles slide into our rectums before stopping as resistance is met. Once again our manacles are attached to the metal hoops preventing us from escaping the impalement, try as I might I simply cannot relax and my sinking down the pole stops. However Belenos is good as his word and returning to his spot he claps his hands as Cos and the priests retrieve the pots of fat. The warriors whoop their war cry once more and start their dancing and running round the tree trunk. This time as they grab a handful of fat from the priests pots they grease up their hands rather than their cocks. Again when every warrior has greased his hands Belenos double claps his hands and the chase game starts once more. This time when a catch is made the captive bends over at the waist, spreads his cheeks with his hands, presenting his anus to his captor who wastes no time in pushing his fist deep inside the waiting hole. The two warriors remain joined that way while slowly walking round the tree trunk until another warrior catches up with them and inserts his fist into the warrior at the rear. I am so taken with the spectacle taking place I completely forget about the pole impaling me and before I know it I am sitting firmly down on the seat with the pole fully inserted! I look down in surprise at this and also at my cock which is erect and throbbing for release, however I have no hands to bring it relief so I remain frustrated. Eventually the warriors form one unending chain of impaled holes, at which point they stop walking and start to fist fuck the hole in front. The sight is incredible and the squelching sounds totally overpowering, so much so that my cock explodes untouched sending jets of jism along the trunk in front of me. One by one the warriors orgasm and shoot their jism to the ground before slowly disengaging from each other and wiping their hands on the grass. Then with a great deal of laughing and jostling they give each other group hugs before crowding round us. Belenos joins them and praises them for their courage and teamwork, they cheer in response, even more so when they're informed that we're to be released and the next test is to commence. I think I know what is coming! Piran and Wingallock release our manacles which are also removed from our wrists and ankles then indicate we are to climb down and join the warriors. Rather stiff I climb off slowly, the pole exits my hole with a wet fart which is heard by the others making them laugh. As I wait for the others to climb down I study the warriors more closely. To a man they are extremely fit, muscular and have a deep tan all over their bodies indicating to me that being naked is the normal state for them. They all have intricate woad tattoos covering most of their bodies and have a natural grace about them. I also notice how affectionate they are with each other despite their very evident machismo, I guess the games I have just witnessed prevents pride and barriers developing and causing problems within the group. It is hard to act better than someone else when you have had their hand up your backside. I am brought out of my reverie by two pairs of hands grabbing me and turning me to face the tree trunk, I don't offer any resistance when I am bent over and feel the cheeks of my arse being pulled apart. I can tell my hole is loose from the way the cool night air flows in through my ring. I hear approving noises behind me so I guess this is the effect they are seeking and then the subtle noise of a fist being greased up. I can feel fingers exploring my ring pulling its lips further apart before they are carefully inserted. Concentrating I think I can feel four being pushed inside but then as I begin to doubt my counting I feel my ring, with some resistance, stretch further. There is a little bit of discomfort but then it is over and I feel incredibly full. Confused by this sensation I look over my shoulder to be greeted by the vision of a hand buried up to the wrist in my arse. The hand belongs to Belenos, of all people and he has a triumphant look on his face. He looks up at me briefly before returning his attention to his fist which he is slowly pulling out before moving onto Felix's hole waiting next to me. I think it's all over but I am mistaken for my hole is quickly filled again with the fist of a waiting warrior, who pumps my hole a couple of times before moving on only to be replaced by the next warrior waiting patiently behind him. After about ten fists being inserted I begin to lose count and become absorbed in the pleasure that the warriors fists are providing. Looking up I see Cos standing the other side of the tree trunk watching the five of us and the long queue of warriors waiting to plunge their fists into our increasingly sloppy holes. Catching his gaze I ask him what is the purpose of this latest activity, smiling he says that we are being honoured and accepted by the men for we have passed every test put before us. Tomorrow we will face the final round of tests before full acceptance into the tribe. This gives me something to think about! Finally the last fist has made its way deep inside me, I can barely feel it entering or exiting, my ring has given up the ghost for the time being. The priests lead us staggering back to the hut where we slept last night; again there is a large pot of stew and a pile of bread chunks. To our joy we find a pile of blankets and furs, at least we will be able to keep warm and rest our aching butts."

The vision fades before my eyes and reality floods back in. My mouth is dry and I feel mentally exhausted from recounting my memories. Michael gently hands me a glass of water giving me a smile filled with concern, I smile in response and assure him that although I am tired I am okay, so there is no need for him to worry about me. Glancing over to Elliott I see that he is more animated and his trousers are sporting a tent pole, clearly he has been enjoying my tale.

Abruptly he stands up; with a thoughtful look on his face and a discreet rearrangement of his trousers he paces the room before turning to me.

"I don't want to sound like I'm doubting you, but what you have said is true isn't it?

Not totally surprised I reply

"As far as I am concerned everything I have said is an accurate recount of what I have seen and experienced. As I have said before it is like watching a movie in which you have no control of its course of action, yet it feels like you have been an actor within the film so you know it from the inside as well as being a spectator."

"Okay love. I know I know. It's just being an observer it's a lot to take in and I'm trying not to get swept up in the story telling, I would like to remain objective as much as possible."

I accept what he is trying to say so I suggest that we retire to the kitchen for a change of scenery and hopefully subject. Michael and Elliott sit down at the kitchen table quietly chatting, unfortunately I am unable to make out what they're saying as I'm over the other side of the room and the kettle is rumbling in my ear. By the time I join them at the table they are clearly in agreement and smile in unison at me.

"Okay guys, what have you two cooked up?"

"I was simply suggesting to Elliott that between tomorrow and our next session he might like to do undertake some independent research using the information you have provided so far from tonight and last week. That way he can satisfy his need to remain analytical and that he is making a contribution to this journey you two are on."

"You've hit the nail on the head Michael" Elliott added nodding his head slowly "I want to take an active but supporting role here and if I can find some concrete evidence to back up what you have been saying then that can only be a good thing for all of us."

In the face of their calm logic I had no choice but to agree and if I was being honest it would be real boost to have corroborative evidence to know that my visions were real memories and not a result of an overactive imagination.

Then while I sit sipping my coffee a revelation hits me like a bolt of lightning! "I knew it!" I exclaim, breaking the other two's trains of thought. "I have just realised who Cos reminds me of, it's you Michael. Okay you're not identical because you're different ages and different colouring but your expressions and personalities are the same. It's the same feeling as when I look at Elliott and then remember Belenos."