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     As he watched the bound soldiers being helped into their saddles, the commander happened to glance at Kotze standing beside him.The man's eyes were fixed upon the blond young trooper and
the commander caught the glint of lust. Looking around the group of boers, he saw the same look on several faces. Two big hard-faced men were openly aroused and the commander saw one turn and whisper something to his companion, who smirked and dropped a hairy hand to his bulging groin. It was not uncommon, the commander knew, when you had a group of tough virile men thrown together like this, but the fact that these two were Kotze's cronies made him feel a little uneasy. Pushing the thought aside he shouted, "All right men, saddle up and let's get moving. I want to be
half way to Tworivers before we make camp. And you Jeppe, ride with the prisoners and keep an eye on them."

    The sun was well down before the commander called a halt and the men made camp. Sergeant Flint watched the organized bustle with an expert eye. The commander had twenty men under his direct command and the big brute Kotze had four in his charge. An uneasy alliance, Flint thought, as he and his still bound fellow prisoners stood, for the moment, seemingly forgotten. Then the commander, with young Jeppe at his heel, marched towards them. "I'll have you unbound if you and your men give me your word that you will not attempt to escape." Flint shook his head, "I'm afraid that will not be possible sir."
"As I expected. Very well, you will be bound at all times when not under armed supervision." As Flint nodded ackowledgement, the commander turned to Jeppe, "See that these men dig the latrine trenches before they set up their tent." The commander turned on his heel and Jeppe pointed to the horse lines, "Come."  The prisoners wrists were untied and with shovels in hand they were marched some way back from the camp by the now armed Jeppe. With much gesturing to augment his limited English, the young boer indicated how the trenches were to be dug. Then  he snapped, "Strip shirts."
and with growing excitement he watched the soldiers comply. The sergeant's shoulders  and arms were massive and his hairy pecs big hard slabs of muscle. Jeppe's eyes dropped  to the heavy bulge between the huge thighs and his mouth went dry and his hands began to tremble. Taking a firmer grip on the shaking gun, he switched his gaze to the red-headed corporal who seemed dwarfed by his big barrel-chested companions. His torso was lean, the tight hard muscles clearly defined under the smooth tanned skin. He noted the red-gold hair covering the taut belly as he slowly lowered his gaze
to the main's groin. Jeppe's mouth nearly dropped open. The soldier was fully erected, his big glans thrusting out against the damp constricting khaki. For a long moment he could only stare, then he looked up into the corporal's face, aware that his own cock was tenting the front of his trousers in similar fashion. The soldier's eyes held his and a faint smile twitched his lips under the chestnut  moustache. Taking a deep breath, Jeppe yelled, "Now dig, you bastards, dig."

     The ground was hard and stony and the three soldiers were soon sweating. Jeppe's eyes roamed over the young blond trooper's gleaming body, before coming to rest on his beautiful arse. The damp khaki clung to the big full-rounded cheeks and was dark with sweat where it cut into his crack.
Feeling a surge of excitement, he pulled his eyes away only to have them alight again on the sergeant's groin. Whereas before he'd only been aware of the sheer mass of the load between  the   soldier's legs, now the sodden material revealed the enormous glans. Its as big as a bloody peach Jeppe thought, as he moaned inwardly. It was several long moments before he could turn his attention again to the corporal and his rampant cock. Excitement twisted in his guts and colour flooded his cheeks as he lifted his gaze to meet those incredibly blue eyes. For a long moment their eyes locked before the corporal turned, affording Jeppe a view of his gleaming, rippling back muscles.  As the
sweating soldiers continued to dig, he gradually got himself under control. His hands stopped trembling but the tightness in his belly did'nt ease and his balls began to ache. Then he started violently as a voice behind him said, "I'll keep an eye on these bastards, you go and get some food."