The Bridge Page 13

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     Now only Kotze, Malan the man taking first watch, and Flint, sitting naked on the grass remained. The night was dark and still, and there was not the slightest breath of wind to disturb the silence. Then came a long deep moan, sounding nearer that it actually was and Flint's blood ran cold. Kotze stood, his cocked to one side, listening to the rhythmic grunts that followed, for a moment, then turned to Malan. "I'll take the lamp, if its alright with you?"
"Yes, the fire's still burning well and the moon will be up soon." Kotze picked up the lamp and walked towards Flint. "On your feet."

     The two naked men wrestled  in the glow of the flickering candle. Although much lighter than the heavily muscled Wessels, Lang, the young communications expert, at first held his own. His fear, seemingly giving him extra strength. But the immensely powerful Wessels finally had Lang pinned under him. The struggle had brought his sexual excitement to fever pitch and he frantically jabbed his throbbing cock again and again between Lang's smooth hard buttocks. Suddenly Lang screamed and reared up under him as Wessels felt his glans slide into his warm tight channel. He slammed home hard and began to fuck ferociously, crushing the grunting man's futile struggles.

     In another barn nearby, the red-headed corporal gasped in pain as he was impaled on the broken- nosed man's thick cock. He had used his mouth on the boer's hard muscular body at first, and the man had become very excited. As he'd untied North's wrists, with trembling hands, he had said, "Remember my friends are nearby and I only need to raise my voice to get help. Not that I can't handle a little runt like you."
"I'm sure you can," North had replied, hiding a smile. Then he'd added as he'd tweaked the man's nipples and begun to caress the hard hairy pecs, "You are much bigger and stronger than me." Then
he'd used his hands and lips until the man was moaning with pleasure, before he'd said, "You're not much good at fucking though. Or did your friends watching this afternoon put you off."  In reply,
the man had cuffed him and flipped him onto his belly. Now the man fucked him savagely, anger giving an added sput to his lust. He had managed to get his hands free, North thought, but he'd worry about that latter. For the moment he'd give himself up to the pain-wracked ecstasty. "Come on dutchman, can't you do better than that. 

     Kotze put down the lamp and turned to look at the big sergeant standing with his arms lashed behind him and legs braced wide. He ran his eyes over the superbly muscled body and lowered his gaze briefly to the thick turgid cock, swinging between the hairy thighs. Then he stepped forward and punched Flint in the mouth. The soldier stumbled back a step and Kotze sneered, "On your knees scum or do you want me to put you there?"
"Put me there is you're man enough, you dutch pansy." Kotze threw a flurry of blows, snapping Flint's head from side to side before driving his big fist, with all his weight behind it, into the soldier's belly.

     In the darkness, Birch lay on his bound arms with his ankles locked around Myburg's thick neck. The big boer drove into him ruthlessly and he grunted and tightened his arse muscle to meet each thrust. He imagined that the panting man leaning over him was Flint and he felt his orgasm well up from his balls.

     Blood sprayed out of Flint's battered mouth as he was grabbed by the shoulders and flung away from the wall. Kotze then drove the naked bound man around the barn, delivering a barrage of blows to his belly and upper body. The grunts of pain grew sharper and Kotze felt his fists sinking deeper into Flint's belly as the soldier's abdominal muscles began to weaken. He now alternated punches to the head with huge hammer blows to Flint's belly, until the soldier's legs buckled at last, and he dropped to his knees. Flint knelt before his tormentor, his chin down on his hairy chest as his world rocked violently. Above the roar of the blood rushing in his ears, he heard Kotze's sneering voice.
"Not man enough eh? Now lick my boots you runt of a whore." Knowing he'd pass out if he shook  his head, Flint lifted it gingerly and saw the huge cock tenting the boer's trousers only inches away. He tore his gaze away and looked up into Kotze's flushed face. Although his nose and mouth were full of blood and snot, he managed to form the word, "No."
"You will khaki, believe me you will," Kotze said and, stepping around Flint, hauled him to his feet by his bound arms.

     Dragging the badly dazed soldier across the barn, Kotze flung him over the waist-high wall. With no hands to protect himself, Flint landed heavily, the rough stone grazing his chest and belly. But he hardly noticed the pain as his head cleared, and his blood seemed to turn to ice. He was at the man's mercy. Beat me again if you must, he thought, but not that, please God, not that. Kotze ran his hand over the beautifully rounded muscular arse and Flint flinched violently. Running his forefinger up the hairy crack Kotze located the quivering pucker-hole. He resisted the urge to ram his finger in and gently rubbed it. Flint was visibly trembling and Kotze smiled as he straightened up. Unbuckling his thick belt, he pulled it free and wrapped it a couple of times around his fist.

     Flint gave a yelp, more of shock than pain, when Kotze brought the belt down across his arse with a resounding crack. He flinched slightly when Kotze struck again but made no sound. The boer moved back a little and, swinging the belt as hard as he could, felt a momentary twinge of disappointment. The soldier held his body rigid and made no further noise. But Kotze's slow burning lust began to grow hotter as he lashed the reddening hairy buttocks. He saw the big glans, that had withdrawn in fear into its foreskin, in front of the swinging balls, emerge again. It gleamed and oozed lube as Flint's huge cock swelled and lengthened. Kotze began to sweat as he continued to swing the