The Scout Page 3

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and bound the scout's wrists, yanking the knots tight and felt a shiver of excitement as the naked man winced. He gave a small grim smile and said, "No need to act the strong silent type with us, we know
who you are, Piet Van Riebeeck."
"How?" was all the scout could say.
"Your horse came in about two hours ago. It's over yonder with the others. I waited out on the ridge for you."
"How did you know I'd come this way?"
"I didn't for sure, but we couldn't chance being taken by surprise. I saw you against the night skyline half an hour ago and knew you'd head for the fire."
"You know who I am and will let me go. I shan't remember seeing or hearing anything."
"You stupid bastard," Sarel snarled and suddenly grabbed Piet his balls and tugged him forward. Piet grunted but felt his bloody cock hardening as Sarel said "You're just like my brother, you've got it all down here and nothing between your fucking ears." Piet winced and moaned as his balls were squeezed and twisted and Sarel grated, "Nobody sees us and lives. I'm going to cut your throat. After the scavengers up here have had you, your mates will think a cat got you. But that's only after.. "
"After  he's fucked the daylights out of you," Fanie cut in. "For God's sake, take him up to a tree and get on with it. I going to sit by the fire and have a drink" Piet was pulled roughly by his balls to a big old stinkwood and Sarel ordered him to kneel. He looped a length of rope around the trunk and attached Piet's wrists. "Ever had it up the arse, man?"
"No my God, never," Piet shouted and felt a jolt of fear as he saw the size of the rock hard cock that jutted out of Sarel's flies. "Then its high time you did, on you belly."
"Please man, don't do this," Piet stammered, "I..." Sarel's heavy boot  thudded into his arse, throwing him hard against the rough trunk. As Piet sprawled against the tree, Sarel grabbed his ankles and hauled him down onto his belly. Piet's legs were flung wide apart and, as he felt rough hands on his arse, he fought down his rising panic. His sphincter was deep set, and Sarel had to pull the cheeks wide apart to see it winking at him from its little nest of hair. Piet instinctively knew that he must relax and, as he tried to unclench his arse muscles, Sarel jabbed a big thick finger into him. The sharp stab of pain made him yelp and his ring closed tightly around the invading finger. But Sarel roughly rubbed Piet's prostate and the intense sensation that welled up made him moan and writhe as he pushed his buttocks back against the farmer's hand. "You randy sod," Sarel whispered, withdrawing his finger and positioning himself. He shoved forward and met a moment's resistance, then Piet's ring opened and he slid easily up the warm tight tunnel. The scout gave a long deep groan as inch after inch of the massive ram bored up into him. All the way in, Sarel savoured the wonderful feeling, his balls crushed against Piet's hard muscular buttocks. Then he drew back and began to fuck hard a deep. Piet moaned in exquisite pain and pushed back involuntarily against the remoresless thrusts.

Fanie listened to the men's noisy orgasm and without looking over his shoulder, tossed back the last of the brandy. He wrapped his blanket around himself and lay down beside the fire. He felt uneasy, he knew they should have killed the scout on sight. He'd do it as soon as his brother had finished with the bastard he thought. But aware as he was of his brother's huge sexual appetite and stamina, he knew that wouldn't be for a long time yet. Sure enough, Sarel began again and the sound of the men grunting like animals made Fanie increasingly excited. He gave a sigh and unbuttoned his flies. He was determined now to have the scout. Yes, cut the bastard's throat while firing into him, he thought, as he stroked his aching cock. Sarel shot another four loads into Piet before Fanie heard him have a piss, come back to the fire and roll himself into his blanket.

Piet rolled onto his side, hoping the night air would dry the spunk-slicked hair on his belly and groin.
Spunk oozed from his battered arsehole, but with his hands roped in front of him, there was no way to wipe it. When Sarel had finished with him, he tied the rope around his neck and attached it to a tree branch. The slack would enable him to move around a foot or two in case he wanted to piss or shit. He did not let his mind dwell on the way he had reacted to the rape. Tied as he was, like a bitch to a tree, he concentrated his thoughts on his anger at the way he had been abused. Sarel had promised him a lot more of the same in the morning, before his brother slit his throat. He got to his feet and once again tested the ropes. He'd been expertly tied and there was no way of getting free. With a sigh, he dropped back onto the grass.

He must have dozed, because it seemed only the next moment when the toe of a boot jabbed him in the ribs. He saw Sarel's brother, the huge Fanie, towering over him and sat up. Fanie kicked his legs apart and, squatting between them, grabbed Piet's thick half-hard cock. It hardened instantly and the farmer pumped it roughly a few times before leaning forward and taking the big spunk-slicked glans into his mouth. Piet knew this would be his only chance of escape, and ignoring the wonderful feeling of his cock in Fanie's throat, he formed the slack of his neck rope into a loop. Then he yanked up the bobbing head and quickly slipped it over. Fanie tried to scream but the rope was already crushing his windpipe. He kicked, tossed around and clawed futilely at his throat. He was immensely strong and Piet hung on grimly as he was pitched about.

Sarel heard the sounds of the grunting men thrashing about and grinned to himself. It sounded as if Fanie was really giving the scout a seeing to, he thought as sleep claimed him.

Piet felt for Fanie's pulse, nothing. He rolled the limp body over, groped in the back trouser pocket and pulled out the clasp-knife. He struggled frantically but could not cut the rope binding his wrists.
Forcing himself to calm down, he plunged the knife  into the tree and used the blade to saw through the tough rope. It was slow work and he looked anxiously over his shoulder at the bundled figure by