In honor of Julius Caesar and the ides of March. The last r..

In honor of Julius Caesar and the ides of March. The last resistance to Caesar’s conquest and the Republic’s annexation of Gaul is coming to an end. It been a long, tough, and bitter campaign. Vercingetorix rode his horse into the Roman camp. His head was down in shame as he rode past the legionnaires who were lining the way from the gate to the praetorium. Caesar sit on a chair on top of the podium by his tent, waiting for his enemy. He had waited a long time for this moment. Tribe after tribe fell to the mighty Caesar and his armies, until Vercingetorix united the last remaining tribes against his onslaught. Vercingetorix alone tarnished his reputation. A Roman’s reputation is the most important thing to him. When Vercingetorix reached the praetorium, the reigns of his horse were taken by a centurion, and the great rebel leader dismount. He was an imposing figure. He was tall, with long blond hair pulled back behind his ears. His long beard was trimmed around his thick red lips. He wore a fur cloak around his board shoulders but his torso was bare. Caesar’s eyes roamed over the chisel torso of his enemy. Like many of the Roman nobility he could appreciate the beauty of both men and women. Vercingetorix’s body was strong and worthy of an enemy of Caesar’s. Around Vercingetorix’s lean, narrow waist was merely a cow hide loincloth. Caesar’s eyes travel down to the thick, powerful legs to the fur and leather boots. Vercingetorix approached the praetorium and pulled out his sword. The praetorian guards who was flanking Caesar’s sides, placed their hands on their sword handles. Vercingetorix hesitated then dropped his long sword on to the dirt ground, and slowly knelt before his conqueror. The legionnaires then cheered, raising their swords and spears into the air or pounding them against their shields as their enemy surrendered to their great general Julius Caesar. Later on Caesar’s orders, Vercingetorix was brought to his tent. Caesar’s slaves were removing his armor as Vercingetorix stood emotionlessly and proud in the lavish decorated tent. Two praetorian guards stood on either side of the prisoner as Caesar took a cup of wine from a slave. He slipped the sweet wine as he approached his defeated enemy. The Gaul stood proudly even in defeat. Caesar knew Vercingetorix was a symbol of Gaul freedom. Even in defeat the proud rebel leader was defiant, as he looked straight ahead as Caesar walked around him. Caesar knew he need to humiliate the proud Gaul if he was to truly win. Standing behind Vercingetorix, Caesar nodded to his soldiers. The two praetorians grab Vercingetorix by his muscular arms and pulled the Gallic warrior over a table. Caesar slipped from his cup of wine as he used his free hand to pulled the loincloth from Vercingetorix’s waist. The Gaul tried to struggle but the guards were strong as they held him down. Caesar admired the smooth muscular ass of the Gaul. It was an ass of a warrior. An ass equal to Achilles or Hercules’. Caesar kicked Vercingetorix legs apart. He respected the rebel’s leadership abilities but the barbarian had made Caesar look weak in the eyes of his enemies in Rome for holding out against him for so long. Caesar then took his cup of wine and turned it on its side. The wine poured from the gold cup down between the gaul’s muscle packed ass cheeks. The red wine ran down the deep valley of Vercingetorix’s ass toward the impenetrable tight ass. Vercingetorix continue to struggle as he felt the wine running over his hole. He knew what was to become of him. Caesar throw the empty cup on to the floor and lifted up his tunic. The two guards pressed harder against Vercingetorix as the Gallic rebel struggled harder. Caesar aimed his cock at Vercingetorix’s hole. He grabbed the long blonde hair and pulled Vercingetorix head up as he roughly rammed his cock into the tight hole. Vercingetorix yelled and screamed in pain as he was ripped open by the Roman general. Vercingetorix was being defeated yet again. As the Roman cock pounded in and out of him, his own impressive cock grew hard. He was humiliated as he was being r*ped like a woman by the decedent Roman. He couldn’t understand the power the Roman had over him as the pain faded into intense pleasure. Caesar rammed all the way into the barbarian’s ass, and grunted in triumph. Vercingetorix was defeated as tears ran down his masculine face as he felt Caesar’s seed filled him like if he was a woman. Caesar finally let go of Vercingetorix’s mane of hair and pulled out if the deflowered hole. He dropped his enemy on to the table like a doll. Vercingetorix’s pride was defeated and he was truly broken and defeated.