The Bridge Page 9

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Standing a head taller than his smirking men, Kotze gazed down at the commander with an expression of injured innocence on his face. The commander stared up at him for a few moments before he sat back in his canvas chair and said, "Well that seems to be all, we will set off early tomorrow morning for Lydenburg. Any questions?" No one spoke and he rose to his feet, "Very well that will be all." As Kotze and his men swaggered off, he turned to the bearded scout, "Would you and your companion like me to provide a tent for the night, Van Riebeeck?"  *
"No thank you sir, there is still an hour or so of daylight left and we should be on our way." The men shook hands and the scouts headed for their horses. As North watched them depart, Flint whispered to him, "Did you get all that?"
"Yes Sarge, I did and if they knew they'd probably shoot me."

     Later in their moonlit tent, North sat close to his companions and told them what we had learnt. "Maybe we'll get a chance to escape," the blond lad Birch whispered."Our chances will be a lot better but there will still be five of them," Flint replied. The trooper nodded and allowed his body to sag, a little more, against the sergeant. The feel of the big man's hard muscles against him and the smell of his sweat made Birch begin to harden.  "Let's get some sleep," North said, and crawled over to his bedroll. Flint sat back and to Birch's surprise, laid his heavy arm around his shoulders. They sat together for several minutes before the sergeant lifted the trooper's face towards his and kissed him fiercely. As their tongues met, Birch dropped his hand and grasped Flint's cock through his breeches. North saw the sergeant's hand grab the huge bulge between the trooper's thighs. When they broke apart, Flint whispered, "Good night lad," and kissed Birch on the top of his cropped head before turning away to his bedroll. North watched with amusement as the two muscular men then tried to hide their erect cocks as they stripped off their boots and breeches.

                                                     Chapter 4

     A brisk ride next morning, through hilly wooded country, brought them to a small cluster of seemingly deserted farm buildings.The commander halted the colmn and rode back to the rear as the men dismounted to piss and stretch their legs. Flint saw that, like him, most of the boers were more than half hard, though he guessed that none of their balls were aching like his. He recalled the feeling of Birch's fingers on his cock and began to harden even more. Swearing under his breath, he turned in his saddle and looked back. The commander with Kotze and his men behind him was riding up the column. When he drew level with him the commander said in English, "Sergeant, will you and your men please fall out." When the soldiers, with affected expressions of puzzlement, had complied, he continued "We part company here sergeant. Mr Kotze. here, has been instructed to convey you to a suitable place of detention." He gave a curt nod and rode off to the front of the column. A moment later the commandos rode away down the track in the woods and were quickly lost from sight.

    "Right we will be heading south over the veldt," Kotze shouted in very heavily accented English.
"You pretty boy," he continued, nodding at Birch, "will ride with me. You other two bastards will ride behind us and if anyone falls out of line, I'll have the skin  off your backs with this." He raised his right hand to show them a heavy sjambok. The soldiers eyed the dreaded boer rhino whip warily and Kotze sneered, "I can see that you understand me very well. Let's move."

     The afternoon was hot and oppressive and they rode at a slow pace over the rolling veldt. Riding behind Kotze, Flint was made very aware of the man's size. Birch, a big man, was almost dwarfed beside him. Everyone was tense and silent and unease lay like a heavy stone in Flint's belly. After about an hour they pulled up and the man who had called for  a halt dismounted and swaggered forward to stand beside Birch's horse. Looking up at the trooper, he slowly unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his erect cock. A good thick eight inches, North guessed as he watched the man ease out his impressive balls. "What do you think of this eh, pretty boy?" he smirked. "That's enough you goat, piss or put it away," Kotze roared. "But Kotze, you said.."
"Do as I say," Kotze yelled, reaching for his sjambok. With difficulty, the man got his stiff cock back into his trousers and remounted. North looked aside at Flint. The big sergeant was seething with rage. "Calm down Sarge, they are goading us."
"If that filthy dutch pervert lays a finger on Birch I'll..."
"You won't be able to do anything. So the less they see you care the better."
"Its going to be hard but I know your right corporal." It will be much harder, North thought, if you play into their hands. Kotze swung round in his saddle, "Keep your mouths shut, scum," he snarled.
Biting back a retort, Flint clamped his mouth shut. "Right, let's move," bawled Kotze and as he
started forward again there was a chorus of oaths from the men at the back. Kotze, sure of his authority did not look back, but North did. Sure they were following at the moment but they were rough hard men , he thought and would not let one tough man with a whip keep them from what they wanted indefinitely. He looked at the man who'd shown his impressive manhood. He saw the stubbled square jaw, broken nose and dark brows knitted in a fierce scowl above the slitted eyes and felt a stab of excitement as he pulled himself around again in his saddle. On and on they plodded in the hot sun.

     It was two hours later before the first voice piped up from the back. "Hey Kotze my friend. When are we going to get a piece of that young khaki's arse you promised us?"
"Ja," joined in another voice, "my fucking balls are aching like hell." More voices joined in and Kotze threw up his arm to halt the group again but this time he rode back to confront the men. "Thank you for your patience, my friends, I had planned that we take a break down yonder." He pointed ahead to a stand of mature trees and shrubs. "It has shade and fresh water for us to refresh ourselves after our forthcoming display of Boer virility." The was a burst of ribald laughter and Flint
turned to North, "Is that what I think it is corporal?" As he spoke Birch turned nervously in his saddle. "Yes it is I'm afraid," North said, "you are going to get fucked Charlie." Birch gasped and his face went ashen, Flint's eyes blazed, "The filthy swines, what can we do?"
"Nothing," the corporal replied,..except.."
"Except what?" Flint hissed. North sighed, then said, "For all I know, they'll rape us all. They certainly look capable of it. It won't kill us but it can hurt like hell and do a lot of damage, particularly if you don't know how to take it."
"Take it, what the hell are you talking about?" snapped Flint. "What I say Sarge, take it. Relax your muscles and don't tense, even if it hurts."
"My God, North, you mean cooperate while they sodomize you..never."
"That's your choice Sarge, but Charlie I want you to try. Promise me you will." Birch nodded and
dropped his blond head as the smirking Kotze rode back, openly kneading his cock through his trousers.

* There is more about the sexy Van Riebeeck in the story 'The Scout.'