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belt with all his might. He wanted to strap the spunk out of the tough sergeant but the pressure in his own aching balls mounted steadily until it could no longer be denied. With an oath, he tossed the belt aside, tugged off his boots and pulled down his trousers.
Flint's body was trembling, his heart pounding in his ears and his breathing fast and shallow. The fiery stings of the belt had merged into a great blaze of burning excitement. The fear vanished, leaving a great aching emptiness that he craved to have filled. He needed pain, more pain to fill the void. When at last he felt Kotze's glans pressed against he arse hole he clenched tight his sphincter and braced himself. The pain, when it came, was excruciating. It felt as if a huge fist was being rammed up into his guts and he gave a long deep moan. Then before the pain could ebb away, Kotze began to fuck him. Flint grunted and snorted uncontrollably, which drove the boer into a sadistic frenzy. It could not last long and when Kotze made his final brutal thrust, he sank his teeth deep into
the soldier's shoulder. But Flint was only aware of a tiny prick of pain as the heavy sweaty body pressed down on him and he felt the huge cock throbbing as Kotze pumped his spunk into him.
The red fog of lust in Flint's mind slowly dissipated as the throbs of the cock buried deep in him began to ebb and he winced as Kotze withdrew his teeth from the deep bite in his shoulder. As awareness returned to the soldier, an enormous feeling of shame welled up in him. Kotze's cock, as hard and heavy as an iron stake, was still buried deep in his guts and it seemed to Flint that it pinned him to the stone wall beneath. Finally Kotze raised his body a little and Flint groaned as he felt the cock move. But Kotze didn't withdraw, instead he slammed his cock back in hard and Flint cried,
"Oh Christ dutchman, no more please."
"Stop snivelling you runt of a whore, I have'nt even started yet," Kotze snarled and began to pound Flint's battered arse again. But now the thrusts were deep, slow and hard, brutally hard. Lust flared up again in Flint and his body thrummed with excitement. Kotze's second explosion was a long time coming. He fucked relentlessly, rejoicing in his virility and power over the big strong soldier. But his orgasm could not be denied for ever and as it boiled up at last, he drove ever harder into Flint.
Kotze pulled out and looked around for something to wipe himself with. Finding nothing, he dropped down beside his victim, and leaning back against the rough stone wall, closed his eyes. Slowly his heart rate slowed but the lust burning in his belly was undiminished. When he opened his eyes some minutes later, he looked around at Flint still bent over the wall beside him and smirked. The soldier had fired a very generous load and it had run down the stonework to gather between his boots. And big gobs of Kotze's own spunk oozed from the soldier's arse and dripped down to join the gathering pool.
Hauling himself to his feet, Kotze slapped Flint's belt-reddened arse, "Get up you runt of a whore." Flint complied with some difficulty and captive and captor faced each other. Both men's rock hard cocks jutted out drooling freely. Eyeing Flint's gleaming shaft Kotze said "Now its your turn to give me one. I want that big ram of yours up my arse."
"Never you filthy pervert. Do you hear, never."
"You'll do as I say or I'll make you."
"You could never make me do something so foul."
"We'll see," said Kotze as he moved over to his saddlebags. He produced some rope and walked back to Flint. Firstly he tied one length around Flint's waist. Then he roped Flint's wrists to it at the back, before releasing them again one at a time and securing them at the front. Flint struggled but as only one arm was free at a time, he could only offer limited resistance. Then he was grabbed by the balls and dragged, wincing and grunting, to the end of the barn. Kotze threw two lengths of rope up over one of the rafters and secured Flint's wrists to it. He walked back to his saddlebags and returned with his sjambok, holding it up for the naked spreadeagled soldier to see. Flint paled under his tan but stared defiantly at Kotze and snarled, "Do your worst, you bastard."
"My best you mean. Don't worry, I have whipped an army of men better than you into submission you big-dicked english fairy." Kotze sauntered around the soldier and let his eyes rove over the rippling back muscles and the big hard musclsr buttocks. He reached down and rubbed his hand over his oozing glans. Tucking the whip under his arm for a moment he massaged the lube into his palms.
Then he gripped the sjambok firmly and threw back his arm.
Flint's body jerked involuntarily as the whip drew a fiery line across his shoulders and, though the pain was sharper, more intense than the belt, he felt the same excitement stir within him.Lash after lash followed, Kotze spacing them evenly down the soldier's back and over his buttocks. Breathing
deeply, Flint fought to contain his growing excitement. He tried to concentrate on the pain rather than the effect it was having on him. Then, when Kotze started to cross-hatch his back, the pain doubled and Flint began to grunt loudly. This was what Kotze wanted to hear. "That's right soldier boy, let's hear you sing," he jeered. Although his own excitement was increasing, Kotze kept his blows consistant. Hard but not hard enough to cut deeply. He knew that each time he cross-hatched Flint's back the pain doubled. He also knew that he had a hard tough man here, and he guessed he'd have to cross-hatch the bastard about six times before he passed out. But that wouldn't be necessary, he'd have fun and get what he wanted without going that far.
The broken-nosed man snored softly as North lay listening to the crack of the whip and the sharp grunts of pain. He knew that Flint was getting flogged, The big sanctimonious bastard had it coming and when North had laid eyes on Kotze he'd known it would be very soon. It was a pity though, he couldn't watch the sergeant's muscular body squirm under the lash. Putting aside that exciting thought, he tugged the blanket and the man beside him was instantly awake. "Had enough already,
farmer's boy?"
"I'll never get enough of that arse of yours," the man replied.
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