The Bridge Page 11

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     North watched the men meekly take their sticks from the broken-nosed man, evidence, if any more was needed, of his toughness and ruthlessness.Then he noticed that North was watching him and the smirk of trimph slowly slipped from his face. The dark eyes locked with North's for a second
before they coolly ran over the corporal's naked body. North fixed his eyes on the man's groin and watched the hard cock move under the rough cotton trousers as he strutted towards him. He stopped in front of North, knuckles on hips, and leaned forward. His smell and cruel male hardness sent a shiver down his spine and he thought he was going to kiss him. Instead he spat in North's face but he held his gaze as the spit ran down his nose and cheeks. It trickled through his moustache and the man watched North carefully catch each droplet with his tongue.  "Perverted pig," he man snarled in Afrikaans and slapped North's hard jutting cock viciously. North grunted and jerked forward, and the man gave him a resounding slap across the face before turning away. North lifted his head and watched the man's broad retreating back. He was only playing up to the man, he lied to himself, in the hope that a situation would arise that we could turn to his advantage. Suddenly feeling a little sheepish he glanced at Flint, tied naked to the tree beside him. But the sergeant didn't appear to have noticed anything. His face was flushed with anger and his eyes were fixed on the naked young trooper. North feasted his eyes on Flint's huge drooling cock for a moment or two before he turned his head back to watch the drama unfolding before them.

    Kotze turned Birch around until he was standing sideways to the two bound soldiers and said loudly "Down boy, on all fours. You're going to get it like a bitch on heat." Birch complied and Kotze
kicked his knees wide apart. As he unbuttoned his flies, he looked down at the trooper's muscular arse and the big balls swinging between the well spread thighs. Although the lad's crack was filled thickly with golden hair, he could clearly see the pucker hole. It looked like a small pink rosebud he thought as he hooked out his rigid cock. He eased out his aching balls and knelt between the trooper's boots. Positioning his glans carefully, he gripped Birch above the hips and shoved hard. The small tight ring of muscle did not yield and Kotze laughed. He adjusted his cock slightly then suddenly yanked the trooper's body backwards as he gave a tremendous push. Birch gave a yell of shock and pain as the big glans broke through and entered him. The watching men gave a loud cheer.

     Kotze shunted back a little then gave another brutal shove and North saw Birch bare his teeth in a snarl of pain. He's resisting because of the sergeant he thought and watched Kotze shove again. It was painful and futile, a man as strong and ruthless as Kotze could not be denied. Kotze lunged again and the men cheered when they saw that the trooper was fully impaled. Birch's cropped head dropped submissively between his shoulders and, as Kotze withdrew and slammed his cock in again hard, North was relieved to see that all restistance was gone.

    As Kotze rode him hard, Birch felt crushed, his mind numbed with shame. But he slowly, at first, began to realize that the savage deep thrusts produced a sensation that, although akin to pain, was exquisite. He tried to deny the glow of excitement it kindled in his belly but found himself pushing
back to meet Kotze's powerful thrusts. He now also became aware of the hard muscular arms wrapped around him and his excitement flared as his engorged cock jerked wildly between his thighs.
Kotze began to snort and his thrusts came faster, harder and Birch knew that the man was about to explode. Then with a shock, he realized that he himself was also close. He couldn't let Flint see that
and prayed desperately that he could hold back. Giving a final savage thrust, Kotze shot his big pent-up load into Birch's guts and somehow the trooper was able to keep his own orgasm in check. Kotze clung fiercely to the young soldier's body until his final spasm had subsided, then, surprisingly
gently, pulled out and got to his feet. He snatched up a tattered khaki shirt and, seeing the stripes turned to face the sergeant and, with a smirk on his face he wiped his cock and balls.

     The broken-nosed man shoved Birch down onto his belly and spread his legs wide before he took him with one vicious lunge. Although not as big as Kotze, his ruthless thrusts hurt more. But the sharp stabs of pain only seemed to enhance Birch's pleasure, and when the man finally exploded, the trooper could hold back no longer and fired his load into the grass under his belly. He too picked up a torn shirt, this time the corporal's and turned so that North could see his gleaming, still hard, cock as he wiped it.

    While the next man fucked the trooper, Kotze produced a bottle of brandy from his saddle bags.  The broken-nosed man joined him and they sat drinking and smoking cheroots. When the man had finished with Birch, he strolled over to them, his still rigid cock sticking out of his flies. Kotze glanced down at it as he handed him a glass of brandy. "Does that mean you want to give him another one, by any chance?" Kotze asked,  as the man sat cross-legged beside him. "Yes that tight khaki arse is better 'n cunt."
"You randy sod, but you'll have to be quick, I've got things to do in Drusdorp."
"What the hell will you find to do at Drusdorp?"
Kotze stared hard at the naked sergeant and made no reply.

     The remaining two men took Birch roughly and left him lying on his belly as they joined the others for a tot. The still randy man tossed his cheroot aside and, climbing to his feet, sauntered over to the prostrate trooper. He flipped Birch over and lifted his legs onto his meaty shoulders. The trooper moaned as the big shaft sank into him and rolled his head from side to side as the man began to fuck him. The new angle of penetration put greater pressure on Birch's prostate and the heightened sensation made him nearly delirious. All control gone, he began to grunt like an animal and the man responded by fucking him even more firiously. The man wanted to give the youngster a ride he'd never forget, wanted the wonderful fuck to last for ever. Sweat poured from him and he gritted his teeth as he managed to hold back his impending orgasm but still keep up the remorseless pounding of Birch's arse. But finally the lad exploding under him and firing great gouts of spunk into his face triggered that man's massive eruption.

     Flint watched the man pull out of Birch and wipe himself on a tattered piece of shirt. He pulled the trooper to his feet and untying his wrists, handed him the spunky khaki rag. "Clean yourself up."
Birch wiped the spunk from his face and chest before rubbing it from the matted golden hair on his belly and groin. Although anger still smouldered in Flint's guts, he was trembling with excitement. As the man rebound his wrists, Birch looked over his shoulder at Flint , first lingeringly at his cock and