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closed his lips over the oozing glans. But he only had a few seconds to savour the delicious salty taste before Marcel grabbed hold of his head and rammed his cock down his throat. North gagged as his face was pushed into the boer's thick bush of public hair. Marcel relished the feel of the choking
man's throat muscles constricting around the head of his cock for a few moments before he pulled back. But North had barely a chance to suck in some air before the boer began to fuck him roughly in the mouth. Each thrust went deeper unto his bruised throat as the boer's big balls slapped against his chin.

     Jeppe watched the brutal assault on the soldier with growing excitement. Then suddenly Marcel gave a grunt and Jeppe thought he was about to shoot his load into the kneeling man. But, no instead he pulled out his rigid cock, dripping with saliva and, stepping back, shoved the corporal backwards with his boot. North sprawled onto his back and Jeppe saw the huge pole jutting out from the soldier's muscular thighs. Marcel glared down at North for a moment then, turned his head to look at Jeppe.
"What's the matter with you man, you're supposed to be keeping the bastard covered?"
"Oh yes, sorry," Jeppe stammered, then added "Have you er... finished? Can I..?"
"No."
"But I..."
"The understanding was that I'd have him first. And I haven't even started yet." Jeppe said no more.
He did not know Marcel very well but what he was learning now he liked.

     Marcel turned his attention back to the naked soldier. "On your feet and get over to that tree ,"
he said, pointing to the trunk of a large stinkwood. North complied and Marcel continued,"Now bend
over, spread your legs and brace yourself." Knowing what was coming, North leaned over and very
carefully selected the spot on the rough bark that would give his  hands the best purchase and the angle that would provide the maximum support for his body. Marcel kicked North's boots even further apart and straightened up to admire the beautiful arse being offered to him.  Course thick hair, deep copper in colour, filled the crack, hiding the puckerhole but it grew finer and lighter as it fanned out over the hard round buttocks. The young boer reached between the spread legs and hefted the
big, low-swinging balls in the palm of his hand. Then he closed closed his fingers over them and
squeezed.  North gave a soft gasp and flexed his arse.  Marcel let the balls drop back into their hairy bag and ran his hands over the tensed cheeks. He savoured the feel the feel of the hard muscle under the smooth skin. He could wait no longer. He stepped forward, positioning his aching cock with a
trembling hand and pushed. North groaned. He'd been taken by much bigger men that this lad but
not for some time. He was very tight and Marcel slid his cock into him incredibly slowly. He groaned again, the pain was so exquisite and seemed to last for ever. But finally the boer's cock was right in and North gasped as it was pulled back sharply. Then Marcel fucked the corporal with short hard jabs
that hurt like hell. North braced himself and clenched his teeth. He didn't want the little bastard to
know how much pain he was causing  and ultimately how much pleasure he was giving. Marcel's
orgasm was soon in coming and he pulled out quickly still firing gobs of spunk over North's arse.
Without bothering to wipe himself, he shoved his still engorged cock into his tight trousers and
buttoned up. He picked up his gun and grinned at Jeppe. "Come on man, let's see what you've got."
As Jeppe pulled out his cock, Marcel murmured, "Not bad man, not bad at all." Not bad, be damned,
I'm bigger than you, Jeppe thought, as he stepped up to the corporal. Even in the moonlight he could see the viscous  thread of Marcel's spunk, hanging from North's arse.

     Jeppe slid easily into the corporal's now well lubricated fundament and fucked him with the same short thrusts that Marcel had used. But he was much bigger than Marcel and the sharp stabs made
North grunt with pain. His body was being jolted violently and his aching balls swung back and forth
between his wide spread thighs. The pounding went on for ten minutes or so before he finally heard the young boer beginning to grunt and his thrusts became faster, harder and more vicious.

     Marcel felt a flood of elation as he watched what he imagined to be the big muscular soldier's
subjugation by a handsome, virile young boer. He first saw the corporal's head tossed back, his teeth bared in a grimace of pain as he whimpered like a bady. Then he saw the soldier's head drop between his brawny arms in apparent submission, as Jeppe shot his load into his guts. But when the young boer gently pulled out, the allusion was shattered. The corporal straightened up grinning broadly, his stiff cock looking bigger than ever. Then Marcel was disappointed still further when Jeppe dropped to his knees and took the drooling shaft into his mouth. Clenching his right fist, Marcel stepped forward, intent on knocking the smile off the khaki's face, when a figure stepped out of the dark shadows into the bright moonlight. Marcel stood stock-still, then his look of amazement gave way to a smile as he recognized the newcomer.

     A voice at North's shoulder said, in heavily accented English, "I hope Jeppe, that you can
exhibit a higher degree of competence on that task than you did on the earlier one." North turned to face the man as Jeppe jumped to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. North could not see the newcomer's face as his back was towards the moon, but he knew the voice. It was the sentry with whom Jeppe had joked earlier. He was taller than North, broader across the shoulders and appeared to be quite naked. Jeppe recovered his voice and hissed in Afrikaans, "What are you doing
here? What do you want?"  Still speaking in his sing-song English, the man replied