Tristram La Roche

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You can see The Hun and The General there at the bottom of that image, so here’s an excerpt for today (emphasis on the EX – ie. XXX)

Livianus departed from his villa soon after sunrise with Caecilius and four soldiers from the local garrison. Once Livianus had expressed his willingness to accept the task of talking to Attila, things fell into place remarkably quickly. Too quickly.

“Theodosius must have been sure of himself, Caecilius.” Livianusglanced at his friend riding beside him. Caecilius belonged on horseback, and Livianus was glad to have him along on the twenty-day journey.

Caecilius cleared his throat but kept his gaze on the track ahead. “Preparations were underway even before I left Ravenna. Fresh horses, men, and provisions await us at each garrison.”

Livianus pondered his friend’s reply. “And your orders? Did they include taking me by force if I refused?”

“But you did not refuse, did you?”

Livianus sighed. Theodosius treated even the heroes of the empire as slaves. Anything to save his skin. Loyalty was something to be purchased, and if that didn’t work, the threat of execution remained in the emperor’s power even today. Livianus, however, did not undertake this journey out of loyalty or fear. Attila had been increasingly in his thoughts as he rotted away in Gaul. The chance to see the Hun once more had made the decision easy. No one knew what had passed between them, and now was not the time to reveal it. Not even to Caecilius.

“Tell me,” said Livianus, “exactly what I have to bargain with. Attila knows the word of the emperor isn’t worth the scroll it’s written on.”

“Gold and slaves.”

Livianus suppressed a laugh. “Does Theodosius take the Huns for fools? He stops the payments already agreed then sends me to offer more of the same? I’m being sent with nothing to put on the table.” He shook his head.

“Precisely the reason he chose you. He says you are the only one who has a chance of pulling this off.”

“Am I to be flattered or does he now think I am expendable?”

“I’m sure the emperor has no wish to see you fail, Livianus.”

“No, I’m sure he doesn’t, but not because of his charitable feelings toward me.”

Caecilius looked up and turned to Livianus. “Do I detect the revolutionary in you?” His eyes shone with surprise.

“I have no place in my old heart for revolution, my friend. I am a Roman, and loyal as the day I was born. Do you think I would undertake this suicide mission if I were not?” He held Caecilius’s gaze until the other relaxed and turned away.

“True enough. But let us hope you are wrong about the outcome.”

“Fortunately, we have plenty of time to consider our options. And I am fortunate to have you with me. Come, tell me of Ravenna. What are the hot topics of conversation? Perhaps we will find inspiration in the deliberations of the empire’s finest.”

Caecilius spoke animatedly about Roman politics and foreign business, bringing Livianus up to date on all the affairs of state. Livianus listened intently without interrupting. The empire, he could tell, was little more than a shell of its former, glorious self. How much longer could it last?

Time and miles passed quickly. Soon the sun reached its zenith. Heat and hunger forced them to stop. While the men watered the horses and fed themselves, Livianus led Caecilius to a shaded spot under a clump of trees where they fed and drank wine.

“We should be on our way,” said Caecilius, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“A few more minutes won’t hurt. The horses will thank us for it, and the men too.” Livianus peered against the sun’s rays at the soldiers sprawled on the ground in the distance. “Let them sleep a little.” He turned on his side to face his friend. The wine had flushed Caecilius’s cheeks, and his brown eyes twinkled in the light. “My cock is hard, Caecilius.” Livianus raised his tunic and gripped his shaft to reveal its condition through his tight pants.

Caecilius laughed. “I can see you are as rampant as you always were. No change in that quarter.”

“Come, help me with it like you used to when we were young.” Livianus lay on his back, raised his hips, and tugged his pants down to the tops of his boots. His cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach.

Caecilius edged close and reached out, taking hold of Livianus’s erection. He tugged it up to stand proud and stroked the shaft.

“Ah, the touch of a true Roman.” Livianus closed his eyes and sighed, resting his head on the ground.

“Oh, I remember this. It’s still as fine and upstanding as any young man’s. What would you have me do with it?”

“To feel your lips would be wonderful. I remember the first time you sucked me, in the bath house at Paestum.”

“You were my first, you know. My first soldier, at any rate.”

Livianus sensed the approach of his friend’s lips and tensed in anticipation. He felt a hot wetness surround him and gasped. “But not your last, clearly.” He felt the touch of Caecilius’s expert tongue all the way down from the tip into his groin. He thrust his hips to meet the eager mouth, and his cock head met with Caecilius’s throat. Instead of gagging, Caecilius pressed forward, forcing Livianus between the tight muscles.

Livianus groaned and thrust faster. Pleasure rippled through him, and he clenched his fists, wrenching grass from the ground. The stubble on Caecilius’s chin scratched Livianus’s balls like a rasp as he took the engorged cock as far as the pubic bone would allow. Livianus felt the orgasm rise, as unstoppable as the morning sun. He arched his back and bellowed as his seed erupted. Caecilius’s lips tightened as if to seal in every drop, and Livianus collapsed on the ground, spent and satisfied.

When Caecilius finally released him, Livianus looked at his friend. Caecilius’s eyes twinkled like stars in the night as he wiped his chin with his hand.

“Extra sustenance for the journey.”

Livianus laughed. “Then we’d better make sure we both get our daily ration.”