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The rode into the cool shade and the men quickly dismounted and led their horses to the small stream to drink. The smirk still firmly in place, Kotze ordered the soldiers to dismount and, as Birch climbed down, ran his fingers up the crack of the trooper's arse. "You filthy bastard," yelled Flint and lunged forward, wrists still bound, and grasped Kotze by the throat. Desperately Kotze tried to dislodge the crushing fingers but the big soldier was immensely strong. A brawny bearded boer flung a muscular arm around Flint's neck and tried to haul him away from Kotze but the sergeant braced his legs wide and tightened his grip on his throat. The blood was pounding in Kotze's ears and red and black stars exploded in his head as he struggled to break the soldier's death grip. As darkness began to close in on him, he heard a faint voice, seemingly miles away crying, "Knee him Kotze, for God's sake knee him in the ballocks." Blindly Kotze obeyed, bringing his knee as hard as he could between Flint's thighs. The grip of the fingers around his throat slackened and he sucked in air gratefully as he brought up his knee again.
North watched Kotze's knee thud into Flint's big balls a third time before the solider's legs buckled and he relinquished his grip on the boer's throat Two men now had had a firm grip on the soldier's arms but he still struggled fiercely. Suddenly the broken-nosed boer appeared and, pivoting off his left foot, swung a tremendous punch at Flint's head. The blow snapped his head around to the right and he drove his fist into the sergeant's belly. Then, as the winded soldier still tried to break free, he struck him on the right side of his jaw with enough force to lift him off the ground. The men holding Flint stumbled backwards as he crashed to the ground and lay still. "Thank you," a swaying Kotze croaked, rubbing his throat. He sucked in air noisily for a minute or two before he husked, "Now strip him down to his boots and, when he comes to, tie him to that tree."
The broken-nosed man licked his knuckles and looked down at the sprawled sergeant as another boer dropped to one knee beside him. He undid the heavy military buckle and pulling the thick leather belt free, carefully rolled it up and shoved into his arse pocket. Grinning up at Broken-nose for a moment, he then straddled Flint and tore the sweat sodden khaki shirt open before ripping his breeches down to the crotch with a might yank. Rising to his feet, he roughly kicked Flint's legs together and North got a glimpse of the sergeant's thick public bush before he was rolled over onto his belly. The boer tore the remains of the shirt away before producing a very sharp little knife to cut
the breeches away from the cavalry boots. Then he pulled down the breeches and stopped for a moment to admire the big rounded muscular buttocks before ripping them free. Rising to his feet the boer flung the tattered khaki remants aside and grinned again at broken-nose. "Got the rope," he said
his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Course I have fathead," broken-nose replied and as he knelt to lash Flint's wrists together the big soldier moaned.
Flint came to and as his head cleared he realized that he was lying naked on his belly, his wrists bound behind him. He lifted his head and spat to get the dust out of his mouth as a boot slammed into his ribs. "On your feet scum, come on, move it." Flint hauled himself up onto one knee, then rising to his feet glared down at the stocky muscular boer whose eyes were fixed on his huge tumescent cock.
"You fucking pervert," Flint snarled then grunted in pain as the boer roughly grabbed him by his bruised balls and yanked him over to a large tree, where he secured him by wrists and neck. The man then turned and giving Kotze a broad grin, etched a military salute. "All present and correct sir," he said in English. But his flippancy, belied by the full erection discernable in his tight trousers, passed
unnoticed by Kotze who was staring at the big naked soldier. He was grudgingly impressed by the width of the man's shoulders, the thick hard pecs and the massive biceps, but it was the huge uncut cock that made him gape. Proud though he was of his own impressive endowment, he had to admit that the soldier was bigger and much thicker than him. The cock was fully erect and the enormous gleaming glans oozed lube. Suddenly he had a powerful urge to have that great shaft driven into him.
Angrily he brushed the thought away, he'd beat the bastard, beat and subjugate him before he gelded and branded him like a broken stallion. Next to Kotze the broken-nosed man murmured, "That's thick enough to hang a bucket of shit on." Kotze gave a start and looked guiltily at the men standing around him.What the hell was he doing staring at another man's dick? His anger erupted and he yelled,"What the fuck are you lot looking at, strip that ginger khaki and tie him next to this bastard."
North's shirt was ripped off and the men, using their clasp knives, cut and tore away his breeches.
Kotze watched for a moment as North was tied to a tree next to Flint in similar fashion then he turned his attention to the blond trooper, who stood, head up and legs wide braced. Although pale faced, he stared defiantly at the huge boer and Kotze smiled grimly as a hot surge of lust gripped his guts. Stepping forward he flicked open his blade, cut Birch's wrists free and slipped the knife back into his arse pocket. Putting his big hairy hands into the open neck of Birch's shirt, he pulled the trooper so close, his head was barely a couple of inches away from Kotze's leering face. Birch got a whiff of stale sweat then flinched as Kotze yanked his shirt open to the waist. For a long momen the boer stared into the young soldier's face, relishing the look of fear in his blue eyes, then he shoved him away."Strip," he yelled. Birch saw the looks on the men's flushed faces and dropped his gaze. But his eyes were drawn inexorably to their groins and their hard jutting cocks. Terror gripped him and he flinched again when Kotze bawled "Strip you runt of a whore, or I'll take a whip to you." Birch shrugged off his shirt, tugged off his boots and removed his breeches. "Put your boots back on, Pretty Boy, I don't want a snake to rob us of our pleasure," Kotze sneered. Birch complied with trembling hands and his large thick cut cock began to throb and harden. Then as he straightened up he felt shame run through his blood like acid. He had a full erection. Kotze's voice cut through the men's laughter "You'd better sort your order out. I don't want any fights." The broken nosed man stripped a twig from a nearby bush and broke it into three sticks and grasped them in his fist with only the tip of each showing. "I follow Kotze and you three can draw sticks," he said. There was a moment's tense silence, then slowly the men drew their sticks.as
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