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     As he watched the bound soldiers being helped into their saddles, the commander happened to glance at Kotze standing beside him.The man's eyes were fixed upon the blond young trooper and
the commander caught the glint of lust. Looking around the group of boers, he saw the same look on several faces. Two big hard-faced men were openly aroused and the commander saw one turn and whisper something to his companion, who smirked and dropped a hairy hand to his bulging groin. It was not uncommon, the commander knew, when you had a group of tough virile men thrown together like this, but the fact that these two were Kotze's cronies made him feel a little uneasy. Pushing the thought aside he shouted, "All right men, saddle up and let's get moving. I want to be
half way to Tworivers before we make camp. And you Jeppe, ride with the prisoners and keep an eye on them."

    The sun was well down before the commander called a halt and the men made camp. Sergeant Flint watched the organized bustle with an expert eye. The commander had twenty men under his direct command and the big brute Kotze had four in his charge. An uneasy alliance, Flint thought, as he and his still bound fellow prisoners stood, for the moment, seemingly forgotten. Then the commander, with young Jeppe at his heel, marched towards them. "I'll have you unbound if you and your men give me your word that you will not attempt to escape." Flint shook his head, "I'm afraid that will not be possible sir."
"As I expected. Very well, you will be bound at all times when not under armed supervision." As Flint nodded ackowledgement, the commander turned to Jeppe, "See that these men dig the latrine trenches before they set up their tent." The commander turned on his heel and Jeppe pointed to the horse lines, "Come."  The prisoners wrists were untied and with shovels in hand they were marched some way back from the camp by the now armed Jeppe. With much gesturing to augment his limited English, the young boer indicated how the trenches were to be dug. Then  he snapped, "Strip shirts."
and with growing excitement he watched the soldiers comply. The sergeant's shoulders  and arms were massive and his hairy pecs big hard slabs of muscle. Jeppe's eyes dropped  to the heavy bulge between the huge thighs and his mouth went dry and his hands began to tremble. Taking a firmer grip on the shaking gun, he switched his gaze to the red-headed corporal who seemed dwarfed by his big barrel-chested companions. His torso was lean, the tight hard muscles clearly defined under the smooth tanned skin. He noted the red-gold hair covering the taut belly as he slowly lowered his gaze
to the main's groin. Jeppe's mouth nearly dropped open. The soldier was fully erected, his big glans thrusting out against the damp constricting khaki. For a long moment he could only stare, then he looked up into the corporal's face, aware that his own cock was tenting the front of his trousers in similar fashion. The soldier's eyes held his and a faint smile twitched his lips under the chestnut  moustache. Taking a deep breath, Jeppe yelled, "Now dig, you bastards, dig."

     The ground was hard and stony and the three soldiers were soon sweating. Jeppe's eyes roamed over the young blond trooper's gleaming body, before coming to rest on his beautiful arse. The damp khaki clung to the big full-rounded cheeks and was dark with sweat where it cut into his crack.
Feeling a surge of excitement, he pulled his eyes away only to have them alight again on the sergeant's groin. Whereas before he'd only been aware of the sheer mass of the load between  the   soldier's legs, now the sodden material revealed the enormous glans. Its as big as a bloody peach Jeppe thought, as he moaned inwardly. It was several long moments before he could turn his attention again to the corporal and his rampant cock. Excitement twisted in his guts and colour flooded his cheeks as he lifted his gaze to meet those incredibly blue eyes. For a long moment their eyes locked before the corporal turned, affording Jeppe a view of his gleaming, rippling back muscles.  As the
sweating soldiers continued to dig, he gradually got himself under control. His hands stopped trembling but the tightness in his belly did'nt ease and his balls began to ache. Then he started violently as a voice behind him said, "I'll keep an eye on these bastards, you go and get some food."

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He tried to get up  but the world swayed alarmingly and he thought better of it. The young boer
reached across and handed him the canteen of water. The corporal took a few sips and managed
to get to his feet. His companions joined him and the three soldiers stared, pale faced, at the grim
scene before them.

     The big man strode towards them and his eyes swept over the soldiers  as he addressed the commander in Afrikaans, "Eleven dead and we have seven of their horses. Want me to strip these three and shoot 'em?"
"Certainly not," snapped the commander. "They are prisoners of war and will be treated as such."
"But sir, they..."
"Understood, Kotze?" The big man stared down at the commander open-mouthed. "Have their wrists bound and get them mounted." Kotze turned towards the prisoners and the commander snapped again, "Not you, you big oaf." He then nodded towards the boer who had brought the water. "See to it, Jeppe." As the young man complied, the commander pulled a small notebook and pencil from his
shirt pocket and addressed the soldiers in English. "Your names and numbers please, gentlemen."

The sergeant aswered first. "Sergeant Robert Flint, number 546841, sir. The commander looked up at the big man's rugged bearded face. His bullet head was shaven and his tight dark beard was flecked with grey. He was as tall as Kotze and had the same massive shoulders. A mass of thick dark hair  showed at the open neck of his khaki shirt and covered his muscular forearms.

The commnder turned next to the smallest soldier. "Corporal Allan North, number 342182 sir," he
said in his deep voice. He was medium height and his cropped hair and cavalry moustache were the colour of old mahogany. Lean, hard muscles moved under the smooth skin on his bare arms and the vivid blue eyes in his narrow face glared defiantly.

The young blond soldier was the last to answer. "Trooper Charles Birch, 486921 sir." He was wide-shouldered and big-framed and the commander, nearly as tall the big sergeant.

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     The sound of gunfire suddenly ceased but the horses that had not bolted still pranced or milled about, neighing in terror. The khaki figures lay still, sprawled or huddled in the red sand, as the clouds of dust that had been thrown up by the grenades began to slowly thin. The armed commandos
emerged from the shelter of the tumbled rocks on each side of the kloor and cautiously approached the fallen soldiers.

     A huge bald-headed man, with a barrel-chest and massive shoulders shouted, "Shoot any that are still alive and don't use your bayonets because I want to strip off any uniforms that are not covered in blood and guts." The older man beside him glanced up with a look of distate, before he called for  a couple of men to round up the horses and collect the discarded weapons. Then he watched the big man and the other commandos strip the dead soldiers. The Boer forces were desparately short of uniforms and other basic clothing. Suddenly he heard a groan and spun round, gun raised.

     Three men lay together among the rocks, a khaki tangle of limbs. The big man straightened up and took a step towards them before the commander shouted, It's all right Kotze, I'll take care of this.
You carry on." For a second he thought that Kotze would disobey him, but after a moment's hesitation
the big man carried on rifling through the pockets of a pair of khaki breeches.

The soldier groaned again. He lay half across the body of another man wearing corporal's stripes. He was blond, in his early twenties, the commander guessed, and wore the ubiquitous cavalry moustache. Sprawled on top of him was a very large soldier with the stripes of a sergeant on his arms,
and it seemed to the commander that he'd been shielding the younger man with his body. The commander lifted the sergeant off the blond trooper and lowered him gently on to his back. He placed his hand on the side of the sergeant's bull-neck and his eyes flickered open. "Quickly someone, bring me some water," he shouted.

     As he waited for the water, the commander ran his eyes over the powerful muscular body. There
were no bullet wounds and it seemed, from the cuts and bruises, that he must have caught the blast of a grenade. A young boer appeared beside him and the commander lifted the sergeant into a sitting position before pressiong the canteen of water to his lips. The vacant look faded from the sergeant's black eyes and pushing the canteen away, he said in a voice little more than a croak. "Thanks I'm all right now, how's the lad?" They turned to the blond trooper who was now sitting up with his head
hanging between his raised knees. He straightened up and said, "A bit dizzy sarge and my ears are
still ringing."
"My God, so are mine," said a deep voice behind him the third soldier, the lean corporal sat up.
     

Tales of the Veldt

I wrote four stories that are set in South Africa during the Boer War. A time when the country swarmed with tough virile men locked in mortal combat. A time when women were rarer
than hens' teeth. A time when men got their sex anyway they could.

They are quite long tales so I'll serialize them. I haven't forsaken my drawings and hope to get a new project 'Robin Hood' under weigh soon.

Please let me know what you think. I would really appreciate your comments.

TAM 

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The Contract 01

Whilst I'm working on the new Robin Hood series, I'm posting a short story that I drew
a long while ago.

I recently finished a story about a character called Jason. He developed very nicely and I will get back to his further adventures in South America when I have finished the Robin Hood series that's been knocking around for a while. Hope you enjoyed it.

Jason Humbled

I'm starting to post a new series of toons about a character that was suggested to me by Richard,

my friend and moderator. Hope you enjoy the comic as much as I enjoyed drawing it.

Sorry guys for the long delay in posting new stuff. I promise not to be so tardy in future.

WHAT'S NEW

21MAR11
I have opened a new page called samples. Hi-lites from my illustrated stories. Will add more later.

18MAR11
I have added three more pics to Sgt. Alcock. I think I'll take this story on. But you'll have to wait if you think its worth it


02MAR11
Spunk ads
I've added 3 more ads to complete the set. In a future world it may be possible to buy fresh semen. The way it would be obtained, marketed and sold would be quite exciting. Using some of my favourite pictures I have
created the kind of ads that would be available. It was fun

Sgt. Alcock 
I have had some drawings of a hairy bearded police sergeat laying about for years. I have knocked them together as the beginningt of a story. They could be the start of a new hero, maybe to rival Stoke. What do you think?

07MAR11
4 more pics added to Sgt. Alcock