Second-time-around

Curious, I do as I’m told. Laying back with eyes closed makes me more conscious of the sounds around me; the gentle whispering of the grass as the wind blows over it, the cries of birds in the undergrowth and nearby tree and the distant rumbling from the M5 a few miles away. I hear the rustle of clothing nearby, then a very familiar sound of a zip being opened, mine! Followed by my belt buckle being undone and my trouser button unfastened. Raising my hips slightly to assist, my trousers were pulled down to my knees exposing my boxer shorts. Then deft fingers reached inside through the front flap and released my rapidly expanding cock. The cool air aroused it further, by the time I felt his breath on my cockhead it was already fully hard and raring to go. Then light as a feather’s touch his tongue starts to lick my shaft from it base all the way up, until the head is reached and his lips joins the tongue enveloping it in a warm wet embrace. I groan in response and buck my hips in an attempt to drive my cock in deeper, but am thwarted by a pair of strong hands holding me down. As he starts to bob up and down on my pole my hands move from under my head and gently place themselves on his head, fingers entwined through his blonde locks. Slowly but surely his blowjob gains in momentum and before long I am unable to hold back my orgasm and with a stifled groan I shoot my jism down his throat. Elliott continues sucking me until no more jism leaks out and my cock has deflated to its normal size again. Sitting up he wipes his lips with the back of his hand and announces.

“The final experiment has been successfully completed and I am pleased to announce that your spunk tastes just as delicious out here in the open as it does back home in bed. Thank you for your co-operation.”

“Why thank you kind sir!” I reply, winking “I am glad to have been of assistance.”

“Time’s getting on young man, we’ve got one hell of a walk home or shall we be extravagant and walk down to the main road over there by that mansion and get a taxi back to the University?”

“I think a taxi sounds a fantastic idea. I don’t think my legs will carry me all the way back along the river; we must have walked literally miles to get here. Have we got enough cash on us for the fare?” I asked, recalling that I only had a tenner in my wallet.

“Sure have, I brought plenty with me as I knew we wouldn’t be near any cash points”.

Decision made, we packed up our picnic and made our way down the other side of the hill in the direction of the mansion. Half an hour later we were climbing into the back of the taxi and heading back to Exeter and our car still waiting for us in the University car park. Nothing else about my experiences and reactions were discussed for the rest of the weekend and following week and life carried on as before. Okay I know Elliott was busy on the internet and in the town hall and museum but not once did he reveal any findings and in the spirit of the agreement I didn’t ask him any questions.

Chapter 4: 3rd Regression Therapy Session

It’s Saturday evening again; this time unlike the previous two occasions I am no longer nervous, instead I am keen to get on with it and see what will be revealed tonight. I greet Michael warmly giving him a big hug, which he returns with a grin and raised eyebrows.

“What have I done to deserve such a reception?”

“Oh, nothing really, it just feels now that you’re a friend of ours and from my perspective it has a lot of depth and history to it beyond the here and now, if you get my drift.” I replied sincerely releasing him from my grip.

“I’m really pleased because the feeling is mutual I can assure you. When this is all over there is so much I would like to share with you two but not until then as I don’t want to lead you in any way.”

With that the subject was closed and Michael walked into the living room to greet Elliott with a vigorous hand shake.

Twenty minutes later I am once more sitting in my arm chair with Michael regressing me back to my distant memories.

“Sean, I want you to go back again the time when you were Caius Artorius Vitalis; this time I want you to go to the happiest event you can remember and describe what you are experiencing.”

“Do not call me by that name; it is no longer my name. I not a Roman, I am now an honorary Celt and a warrior too.”

“A Celtic warrior? What is your name now?”

“My name is Agro Cethin. I have been granted the full status of warrior by my lord and husband Belenos Corann.”

“How old are you?”

“I am 25”

“What is happening?”

“It is the day of our wedding. Today Belenos and I are getting married in the presence of his favourite wife, Moina, and the leaders of our allied tribes.”

“Are you still at the camp?”

“No. That camp only used for training the warriors and their families. Most people live in the town called Caerwysc some five miles away, or as the Romans insist calling it, Isca Dumnoniorum. We are there preparing for the ceremony and greeting our allies. There is a lot of excitement, commotion and high expectations.”

“Why?”

“Because this is the first time there has been two joint tribal chiefs with one being an ex-Roman. They are hoping this will be the turning point in our resistance to the occupying forces of the Roman armies and they will be driven out of our lands. The druids say the gods are on our side now and victory will be ours.”

“What does Belenos’ wife think about this marriage?”

“Moina is happy, why wouldn’t she be? She now has two handsome men to fuck her and give her children, then when she is not in the mood for sex there is another person who can take it instead. Also her position is better assured because should either of us be killed in battle then she will still have another husband to support her unlike other women in her position.”

“Are you happy?”

“Extremely. I have everything in life that I can possibly want. I could never have risen to this position of power if I had remained a Roman, I would still be a centurion.”

“Have you been accepted by the other tribe members.”

“I am now. Initially they didn’t trust me because I was a Roman but as I trained to become a warrior and took my final vow of allegiance they finally accepted me. Then when Belenos decided to have me as his then my position was assured, I haven’t looked back since.”

“Take me to the ceremony, what is happening?”

“Belenos, Moina and I are standing as a triangle holding hands surrounded by a circle of twelve tribal elders and one senior druid. They are walking round us slowly chanting religious extracts of the druid faith. They stop walking and the druid stands next to us. Each of us swear vows of love and allegiance to each other and to the tribe which is greeted with cheers by the onlookers. I am given a golden spiral bracelet made especially for me from the last successful raid on the Roman merchants last month. I hold my arm in the air proudly showing off the bracelet. By now the elders have returned to their seats and the three of us sit at one end of the room with Belenos sitting in the middle with his arms draped over our shoulders appearing very pleased with himself. He announces that the celebrations can now start in earnest.”

“What are the celebrations?”

“Very much like they are today. Lots of food and drink is consumed, everyone is dancing and having great time. Some younger couples are getting amorous and having sex at the edges of the room or outside where it is cooler, much to the consternation of some of the elders. However most of us find it either amusing or turn a blind eye to it, after all it is the most natural thing in the world and this occasion is for everyone to enjoy.”

“What happens afterwards?”

“It is nearly dawn before we leave, by now the elders have long since retired and the revellers are very drunk with many sleeping where they lay or sit. We make our way back to our house, it seems strange to be married to them both, before I was Belenos’s bit on the side so to speak, so Moina was compelled to officially ignore the arrangement but now we can openly be the best of friends loving the same man and maybe one day love each other as well. Belenos suggests all three of us consummate our marriage but Moina and I groan in unison as we’re both too drunk and exhausted to oblige. However we catch each other’s eyes making us giggle, then laughing madly we throw ourselves at him covering him with drunken kisses. I don’t know what happens next, it’s a blank. I wake up in the morning with a rip roaring hangover, holding my head as if it’s about to explode I look across the bed at the other two who are still sleeping. It is only then I realise that we’re still in our clothes from last night so I guess nothing did actually happen.”

“You mentioned that you trained as a warrior, what did this involve?”

“The morning after the night we were tested by the druids and warriors started slowly, we were allowed to sleep in until nearly mid-day but then the work on training us started in earnest. For the next six months we are trained in the art of guerrilla warfare for which the Celts are famous and hand to hand combat. Everyday follows the same routine; we rise at dawn, go for a two mile run, on our return we have a light breakfast before spending the rest of the day training with groups of warriors. Sometimes it is about fighting, other times it is about border patrols, tracking and spying. Then at sunset we gather down by the river to wash away the sweat and dust of the day before eating the main meal of the day. Every fourth day after the main meal we go to the temple where Cos and the two priests work and we are cleaned out thoroughly. From there we go to the hill camp and open ourselves up on the tree trunk and wait for the warriors to arrive.”

“All of them? Like when you were tested?”

“No, not all of them, only the ones that feel the need to release their load or simply feel like it.”

“What happens?”

“We service them in any way they want. Sometimes it is just a blow job or a quick fuck. Other times they will fist us or they want to be fisted, because they have a duty to remain open too. Occasionally, particularly when Belenos attends it turns into an orgy because every warrior there will want to demonstrate their prowess hoping to impress him and thereby increase their standing.”

“Do the women participate?”

“No. Only when it’s a full moon because they believe they will fall pregnant easier then they’re allowed to join in but can’t have sex with us trainees as we’re not classed as tribe members yet.”

“What about clothing, what do you wear?”

“Nothing. Since our capture we’ve not been allowed to wear anything, all trainee warriors remain naked until they complete their training. It is felt that this way it toughens up the men and encourages the public image of being fierce warriors. The only comfort we have is a blanket at night to keep warm but that is only when it is cold. After a while it feels completely normal and to have anything on your skins feels unnatural, you should see my tan, I am brown all over! The only shame is that the tattoos don’t stand out on us like they do with the natives, but we do look exotic all the same which attracts the attention of many locals and visitors.”

“How do you come to the attention of Belenos?”

“From the start there has been a mutual attraction which has had an influence, but he is too much of a leader and warrior to let this be the deciding factor. I think it was the fact that I demonstrated the greatest willingness to learn all things Celtic and become one of the lads, as it were that swung it for me. Plus I was always happy to take all that he wanted to give me including on one memorable occasion both his fists at once. Okay I did have trouble walking the next day but I was damned proud of my achievement!”

“What happened after the six months training period?”

“By the end of the six months our training is over, I have had the full tribal tattoos etched into my skin and joined Belenos’ personal bodyguard squad which is a huge responsibility but a golden opportunity to be close to Belenos on a daily basis. There was a ‘passing out’ ceremony of sorts, we were presented to Belenos in front of all the other warriors and given our golden torque necklaces which we would wear at all times as a sign of our status and matter of pride.”

“And then?”

“My life slips into a routine and the next six years pass by so quickly as I concentrate on my ‘career’ and establishing myself within my new found community. During that time Belenos slowly becomes aware of my presence, seeing the real me rather than just another warrior in the ranks. Then within the last six months it’s like a switch has been flicked and we have become good friends. I am fiercely loyal to him and will defend him to the death without a thought.”

As the last sentence leaves my lips an overwhelming sadness hits me and I start to cry, breaking the connection to my memories. Opening my eyes I am disorientated and it takes a couple of minutes to stabilise my thoughts. I feel the comforting arms of Elliott wrap around my shoulders and he kisses me tenderly on the top of my head, gently rocking me as my sobs slowly subside.

We take a convenience break, after which I suggest we continue as I want to discover the reason for the sadness. Both Michael and Elliott express concern over this but I assure them I am okay and want to do this. Deferring to my instance Michael regresses me once more, this time I don’t instantly see any images, the canvas remains blank.
and
“I would like you to tell me what happened to make you so sad.”

Still no images appear so I say so.

“Okay. I want you to go forward in time by a couple of days, tell me what is happening.”

“I am hurting all over, badly injured and feeling humiliated. I am full of murderous thoughts, all I can think of is exacting revenge on the occupying Romans and how lonely I feel. I am under house arrest pending the Emperor’s decision on my fate.”

“Why? What has happened? I know it is painful but you must tell me.”

“Two days ago the Romans arrived again, they promised that they came in peace seeking a treaty so that the fighting would be over once and for all. But they lied, as we sat round the negotiating table further legions over ran our defences and massacred our men. The alarm was raised but it was too late, Belenos, the true warrior that he was went to join the fight but his move was anticipated. He was quickly captured, as I was too, but he defied them to the end and before my very eyes he was executed in cold blood. I went berserk seeking to join him in death but they wanted me alive so disarmed me, leaving me tied up in the town square next to his bloodied body, to serve as a reminder to the local population of the consequences of resisting them.”

“Why have they spared your life?”

“It is their way. They have removed the real power on the throne so the resistance has been stopped in its tracks. With me alive and showing that I obey the Roman rules the populace are likely to behave, but if I am killed too then there will be a power vacuum which will only cause more unrest.”

“What has happened to Moina?”

“I don’t know. She was visiting her mother across town at the time of the attack, I have never seen her again and that breaks my heart too. The Romans will not or cannot tell me what has happened to her.”

“How long are you kept under house arrest?”

“It is a lifelong sentence, I am to be a puppet ruler.”

“I want to bring you forward in time, to the point of your own death. How old are you and how do you die?”

I feel myself aging as he speaks and my voice developes a quiver as I speak.

“I feel ancient, by my reckoning between 68 and 70. It is hard to say for sure as I don’t have birth certificate! It is early morning and the sun is just beginning to rise. Something catches my eye; someone has just entered my bedroom. Impossible! No one is allowed inside my house at this time of the day. I can’t believe my eyes, it’s Belenos standing there, looking just as young and handsome as on the day he died. He smiles at me and says ‘It’s time my love, come with me to the other side, I’ve been waiting and watching over you for such a very long time.’ As he walks up to me I hold my hands out to him and it is then that my heart skips a beat, then two beats, then three. In fact my heart has stopped altogether and my body collapses to the floor still with a smile on its face, however I’m not there I’ve already moved on.”

Blackness envelopes my mind and I wake with jolt back to the 21st Century and the tear filled eyes of Elliott and Michael. As I gather my senses I rise and walk out into the kitchen before making my way into the garden to get some fresh air. Returning to the kitchen, I put the kettle on and turn to face the two of them having followed me out of the living room.

“Well, I didn’t see that one coming! Did you guys?!” I said with just a trace of false humour to my voice, trying to make light of the situation.

“Heavens! No I didn’t” Elliott said shaking his head. “I guessed it was probably bad news by the way you broke down in tears, but I wasn’t expecting it to be quite such bad news. It kind of makes sense from what I have managed to find out historically but there are such large gaps in the history records that many different scenarios were possible and history would have been none the wiser.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” I say to Elliott. “What exactly did you find out in your researching? Did any of it tie up?”

“Well, you already know that Celtic and Roman artefacts have been found at Exeter and Killerton Hill. I have found accounts of a tribe in the area which did for a couple of decades put up resistance to the Roman invasion before succumbing like all the other tribes in the country. There is anecdotal mention made of a Belenos Corann possibly being the last leader of this tribe but it is very sketchy and there is no mention made of any successors or associates. How you describe the warriors and their battle dress code does closely match the history record but obviously nothing is said of their ‘recreational’ activities.”

Michael looked from me to Elliott and back again before quietly announcing

“I had a pretty good idea of the outcome although I wasn’t absolutely sure. As I mentioned following your second regression I have been told by a medium that in a former life I was a high ranking priest and I said that I hadn’t explored this idea very much. Well this isn’t strictly true, I have done a bit of regression myself and it ties in very much with what you have said, obviously it is from a different view point but nevertheless it ties in quite nicely. After the Roman invasion of Exeter our paths never crossed again, I fled the area after helping Moina escape too in disguise. I believe Moina managed to find sanctuary in Ireland and lead a reasonable life for her remaining years. I too tried to head for Ireland, however the boat I sailed across the Irish Sea in vanished without a trace during a storm resulting in me drowning.”

“Oh.” Was all I could reply with.

“At least now I understand why I feel so at home in Exeter and the surrounding areas and why Elliott is so dear to me. We’ve found love and each other a second time around. One thing though which I don’t understand about all this is that if the three of us have met up again in this life, where’s Moina?” I asked.

“Don’t you recognise Naomi then?” Michael asked with an amused tone to his voice.