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North watched the men meekly take their sticks from the broken-nosed man, evidence, if any more was needed, of his toughness and ruthlessness.Then he noticed that North was watching him and the smirk of trimph slowly slipped from his face. The dark eyes locked with North's for a second
before they coolly ran over the corporal's naked body. North fixed his eyes on the man's groin and watched the hard cock move under the rough cotton trousers as he strutted towards him. He stopped in front of North, knuckles on hips, and leaned forward. His smell and cruel male hardness sent a shiver down his spine and he thought he was going to kiss him. Instead he spat in North's face but he held his gaze as the spit ran down his nose and cheeks. It trickled through his moustache and the man watched North carefully catch each droplet with his tongue. "Perverted pig," he man snarled in Afrikaans and slapped North's hard jutting cock viciously. North grunted and jerked forward, and the man gave him a resounding slap across the face before turning away. North lifted his head and watched the man's broad retreating back. He was only playing up to the man, he lied to himself, in the hope that a situation would arise that we could turn to his advantage. Suddenly feeling a little sheepish he glanced at Flint, tied naked to the tree beside him. But the sergeant didn't appear to have noticed anything. His face was flushed with anger and his eyes were fixed on the naked young trooper. North feasted his eyes on Flint's huge drooling cock for a moment or two before he turned his head back to watch the drama unfolding before them.
Kotze turned Birch around until he was standing sideways to the two bound soldiers and said loudly "Down boy, on all fours. You're going to get it like a bitch on heat." Birch complied and Kotze
kicked his knees wide apart. As he unbuttoned his flies, he looked down at the trooper's muscular arse and the big balls swinging between the well spread thighs. Although the lad's crack was filled thickly with golden hair, he could clearly see the pucker hole. It looked like a small pink rosebud he thought as he hooked out his rigid cock. He eased out his aching balls and knelt between the trooper's boots. Positioning his glans carefully, he gripped Birch above the hips and shoved hard. The small tight ring of muscle did not yield and Kotze laughed. He adjusted his cock slightly then suddenly yanked the trooper's body backwards as he gave a tremendous push. Birch gave a yell of shock and pain as the big glans broke through and entered him. The watching men gave a loud cheer.
Kotze shunted back a little then gave another brutal shove and North saw Birch bare his teeth in a snarl of pain. He's resisting because of the sergeant he thought and watched Kotze shove again. It was painful and futile, a man as strong and ruthless as Kotze could not be denied. Kotze lunged again and the men cheered when they saw that the trooper was fully impaled. Birch's cropped head dropped submissively between his shoulders and, as Kotze withdrew and slammed his cock in again hard, North was relieved to see that all restistance was gone.
As Kotze rode him hard, Birch felt crushed, his mind numbed with shame. But he slowly, at first, began to realize that the savage deep thrusts produced a sensation that, although akin to pain, was exquisite. He tried to deny the glow of excitement it kindled in his belly but found himself pushing
back to meet Kotze's powerful thrusts. He now also became aware of the hard muscular arms wrapped around him and his excitement flared as his engorged cock jerked wildly between his thighs.
Kotze began to snort and his thrusts came faster, harder and Birch knew that the man was about to explode. Then with a shock, he realized that he himself was also close. He couldn't let Flint see that
and prayed desperately that he could hold back. Giving a final savage thrust, Kotze shot his big pent-up load into Birch's guts and somehow the trooper was able to keep his own orgasm in check. Kotze clung fiercely to the young soldier's body until his final spasm had subsided, then, surprisingly
gently, pulled out and got to his feet. He snatched up a tattered khaki shirt and, seeing the stripes turned to face the sergeant and, with a smirk on his face he wiped his cock and balls.
The broken-nosed man shoved Birch down onto his belly and spread his legs wide before he took him with one vicious lunge. Although not as big as Kotze, his ruthless thrusts hurt more. But the sharp stabs of pain only seemed to enhance Birch's pleasure, and when the man finally exploded, the trooper could hold back no longer and fired his load into the grass under his belly. He too picked up a torn shirt, this time the corporal's and turned so that North could see his gleaming, still hard, cock as he wiped it.
While the next man fucked the trooper, Kotze produced a bottle of brandy from his saddle bags. The broken-nosed man joined him and they sat drinking and smoking cheroots. When the man had finished with Birch, he strolled over to them, his still rigid cock sticking out of his flies. Kotze glanced down at it as he handed him a glass of brandy. "Does that mean you want to give him another one, by any chance?" Kotze asked, as the man sat cross-legged beside him. "Yes that tight khaki arse is better 'n cunt."
"You randy sod, but you'll have to be quick, I've got things to do in Drusdorp."
"What the hell will you find to do at Drusdorp?"
Kotze stared hard at the naked sergeant and made no reply.
The remaining two men took Birch roughly and left him lying on his belly as they joined the others for a tot. The still randy man tossed his cheroot aside and, climbing to his feet, sauntered over to the prostrate trooper. He flipped Birch over and lifted his legs onto his meaty shoulders. The trooper moaned as the big shaft sank into him and rolled his head from side to side as the man began to fuck him. The new angle of penetration put greater pressure on Birch's prostate and the heightened sensation made him nearly delirious. All control gone, he began to grunt like an animal and the man responded by fucking him even more firiously. The man wanted to give the youngster a ride he'd never forget, wanted the wonderful fuck to last for ever. Sweat poured from him and he gritted his teeth as he managed to hold back his impending orgasm but still keep up the remorseless pounding of Birch's arse. But finally the lad exploding under him and firing great gouts of spunk into his face triggered that man's massive eruption.
Flint watched the man pull out of Birch and wipe himself on a tattered piece of shirt. He pulled the trooper to his feet and untying his wrists, handed him the spunky khaki rag. "Clean yourself up."
Birch wiped the spunk from his face and chest before rubbing it from the matted golden hair on his belly and groin. Although anger still smouldered in Flint's guts, he was trembling with excitement. As the man rebound his wrists, Birch looked over his shoulder at Flint , first lingeringly at his cock and
North watched the men meekly take their sticks from the broken-nosed man, evidence, if any more was needed, of his toughness and ruthlessness.Then he noticed that North was watching him and the smirk of trimph slowly slipped from his face. The dark eyes locked with North's for a second
before they coolly ran over the corporal's naked body. North fixed his eyes on the man's groin and watched the hard cock move under the rough cotton trousers as he strutted towards him. He stopped in front of North, knuckles on hips, and leaned forward. His smell and cruel male hardness sent a shiver down his spine and he thought he was going to kiss him. Instead he spat in North's face but he held his gaze as the spit ran down his nose and cheeks. It trickled through his moustache and the man watched North carefully catch each droplet with his tongue. "Perverted pig," he man snarled in Afrikaans and slapped North's hard jutting cock viciously. North grunted and jerked forward, and the man gave him a resounding slap across the face before turning away. North lifted his head and watched the man's broad retreating back. He was only playing up to the man, he lied to himself, in the hope that a situation would arise that we could turn to his advantage. Suddenly feeling a little sheepish he glanced at Flint, tied naked to the tree beside him. But the sergeant didn't appear to have noticed anything. His face was flushed with anger and his eyes were fixed on the naked young trooper. North feasted his eyes on Flint's huge drooling cock for a moment or two before he turned his head back to watch the drama unfolding before them.
Kotze turned Birch around until he was standing sideways to the two bound soldiers and said loudly "Down boy, on all fours. You're going to get it like a bitch on heat." Birch complied and Kotze
kicked his knees wide apart. As he unbuttoned his flies, he looked down at the trooper's muscular arse and the big balls swinging between the well spread thighs. Although the lad's crack was filled thickly with golden hair, he could clearly see the pucker hole. It looked like a small pink rosebud he thought as he hooked out his rigid cock. He eased out his aching balls and knelt between the trooper's boots. Positioning his glans carefully, he gripped Birch above the hips and shoved hard. The small tight ring of muscle did not yield and Kotze laughed. He adjusted his cock slightly then suddenly yanked the trooper's body backwards as he gave a tremendous push. Birch gave a yell of shock and pain as the big glans broke through and entered him. The watching men gave a loud cheer.
Kotze shunted back a little then gave another brutal shove and North saw Birch bare his teeth in a snarl of pain. He's resisting because of the sergeant he thought and watched Kotze shove again. It was painful and futile, a man as strong and ruthless as Kotze could not be denied. Kotze lunged again and the men cheered when they saw that the trooper was fully impaled. Birch's cropped head dropped submissively between his shoulders and, as Kotze withdrew and slammed his cock in again hard, North was relieved to see that all restistance was gone.
As Kotze rode him hard, Birch felt crushed, his mind numbed with shame. But he slowly, at first, began to realize that the savage deep thrusts produced a sensation that, although akin to pain, was exquisite. He tried to deny the glow of excitement it kindled in his belly but found himself pushing
back to meet Kotze's powerful thrusts. He now also became aware of the hard muscular arms wrapped around him and his excitement flared as his engorged cock jerked wildly between his thighs.
Kotze began to snort and his thrusts came faster, harder and Birch knew that the man was about to explode. Then with a shock, he realized that he himself was also close. He couldn't let Flint see that
and prayed desperately that he could hold back. Giving a final savage thrust, Kotze shot his big pent-up load into Birch's guts and somehow the trooper was able to keep his own orgasm in check. Kotze clung fiercely to the young soldier's body until his final spasm had subsided, then, surprisingly
gently, pulled out and got to his feet. He snatched up a tattered khaki shirt and, seeing the stripes turned to face the sergeant and, with a smirk on his face he wiped his cock and balls.
The broken-nosed man shoved Birch down onto his belly and spread his legs wide before he took him with one vicious lunge. Although not as big as Kotze, his ruthless thrusts hurt more. But the sharp stabs of pain only seemed to enhance Birch's pleasure, and when the man finally exploded, the trooper could hold back no longer and fired his load into the grass under his belly. He too picked up a torn shirt, this time the corporal's and turned so that North could see his gleaming, still hard, cock as he wiped it.
While the next man fucked the trooper, Kotze produced a bottle of brandy from his saddle bags. The broken-nosed man joined him and they sat drinking and smoking cheroots. When the man had finished with Birch, he strolled over to them, his still rigid cock sticking out of his flies. Kotze glanced down at it as he handed him a glass of brandy. "Does that mean you want to give him another one, by any chance?" Kotze asked, as the man sat cross-legged beside him. "Yes that tight khaki arse is better 'n cunt."
"You randy sod, but you'll have to be quick, I've got things to do in Drusdorp."
"What the hell will you find to do at Drusdorp?"
Kotze stared hard at the naked sergeant and made no reply.
The remaining two men took Birch roughly and left him lying on his belly as they joined the others for a tot. The still randy man tossed his cheroot aside and, climbing to his feet, sauntered over to the prostrate trooper. He flipped Birch over and lifted his legs onto his meaty shoulders. The trooper moaned as the big shaft sank into him and rolled his head from side to side as the man began to fuck him. The new angle of penetration put greater pressure on Birch's prostate and the heightened sensation made him nearly delirious. All control gone, he began to grunt like an animal and the man responded by fucking him even more firiously. The man wanted to give the youngster a ride he'd never forget, wanted the wonderful fuck to last for ever. Sweat poured from him and he gritted his teeth as he managed to hold back his impending orgasm but still keep up the remorseless pounding of Birch's arse. But finally the lad exploding under him and firing great gouts of spunk into his face triggered that man's massive eruption.
Flint watched the man pull out of Birch and wipe himself on a tattered piece of shirt. He pulled the trooper to his feet and untying his wrists, handed him the spunky khaki rag. "Clean yourself up."
Birch wiped the spunk from his face and chest before rubbing it from the matted golden hair on his belly and groin. Although anger still smouldered in Flint's guts, he was trembling with excitement. As the man rebound his wrists, Birch looked over his shoulder at Flint , first lingeringly at his cock and
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The rode into the cool shade and the men quickly dismounted and led their horses to the small stream to drink. The smirk still firmly in place, Kotze ordered the soldiers to dismount and, as Birch climbed down, ran his fingers up the crack of the trooper's arse. "You filthy bastard," yelled Flint and lunged forward, wrists still bound, and grasped Kotze by the throat. Desperately Kotze tried to dislodge the crushing fingers but the big soldier was immensely strong. A brawny bearded boer flung a muscular arm around Flint's neck and tried to haul him away from Kotze but the sergeant braced his legs wide and tightened his grip on his throat. The blood was pounding in Kotze's ears and red and black stars exploded in his head as he struggled to break the soldier's death grip. As darkness began to close in on him, he heard a faint voice, seemingly miles away crying, "Knee him Kotze, for God's sake knee him in the ballocks." Blindly Kotze obeyed, bringing his knee as hard as he could between Flint's thighs. The grip of the fingers around his throat slackened and he sucked in air gratefully as he brought up his knee again.
North watched Kotze's knee thud into Flint's big balls a third time before the solider's legs buckled and he relinquished his grip on the boer's throat Two men now had had a firm grip on the soldier's arms but he still struggled fiercely. Suddenly the broken-nosed boer appeared and, pivoting off his left foot, swung a tremendous punch at Flint's head. The blow snapped his head around to the right and he drove his fist into the sergeant's belly. Then, as the winded soldier still tried to break free, he struck him on the right side of his jaw with enough force to lift him off the ground. The men holding Flint stumbled backwards as he crashed to the ground and lay still. "Thank you," a swaying Kotze croaked, rubbing his throat. He sucked in air noisily for a minute or two before he husked, "Now strip him down to his boots and, when he comes to, tie him to that tree."
The broken-nosed man licked his knuckles and looked down at the sprawled sergeant as another boer dropped to one knee beside him. He undid the heavy military buckle and pulling the thick leather belt free, carefully rolled it up and shoved into his arse pocket. Grinning up at Broken-nose for a moment, he then straddled Flint and tore the sweat sodden khaki shirt open before ripping his breeches down to the crotch with a might yank. Rising to his feet, he roughly kicked Flint's legs together and North got a glimpse of the sergeant's thick public bush before he was rolled over onto his belly. The boer tore the remains of the shirt away before producing a very sharp little knife to cut
the breeches away from the cavalry boots. Then he pulled down the breeches and stopped for a moment to admire the big rounded muscular buttocks before ripping them free. Rising to his feet the boer flung the tattered khaki remants aside and grinned again at broken-nose. "Got the rope," he said
his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Course I have fathead," broken-nose replied and as he knelt to lash Flint's wrists together the big soldier moaned.
Flint came to and as his head cleared he realized that he was lying naked on his belly, his wrists bound behind him. He lifted his head and spat to get the dust out of his mouth as a boot slammed into his ribs. "On your feet scum, come on, move it." Flint hauled himself up onto one knee, then rising to his feet glared down at the stocky muscular boer whose eyes were fixed on his huge tumescent cock.
"You fucking pervert," Flint snarled then grunted in pain as the boer roughly grabbed him by his bruised balls and yanked him over to a large tree, where he secured him by wrists and neck. The man then turned and giving Kotze a broad grin, etched a military salute. "All present and correct sir," he said in English. But his flippancy, belied by the full erection discernable in his tight trousers, passed
unnoticed by Kotze who was staring at the big naked soldier. He was grudgingly impressed by the width of the man's shoulders, the thick hard pecs and the massive biceps, but it was the huge uncut cock that made him gape. Proud though he was of his own impressive endowment, he had to admit that the soldier was bigger and much thicker than him. The cock was fully erect and the enormous gleaming glans oozed lube. Suddenly he had a powerful urge to have that great shaft driven into him.
Angrily he brushed the thought away, he'd beat the bastard, beat and subjugate him before he gelded and branded him like a broken stallion. Next to Kotze the broken-nosed man murmured, "That's thick enough to hang a bucket of shit on." Kotze gave a start and looked guiltily at the men standing around him.What the hell was he doing staring at another man's dick? His anger erupted and he yelled,"What the fuck are you lot looking at, strip that ginger khaki and tie him next to this bastard."
North's shirt was ripped off and the men, using their clasp knives, cut and tore away his breeches.
Kotze watched for a moment as North was tied to a tree next to Flint in similar fashion then he turned his attention to the blond trooper, who stood, head up and legs wide braced. Although pale faced, he stared defiantly at the huge boer and Kotze smiled grimly as a hot surge of lust gripped his guts. Stepping forward he flicked open his blade, cut Birch's wrists free and slipped the knife back into his arse pocket. Putting his big hairy hands into the open neck of Birch's shirt, he pulled the trooper so close, his head was barely a couple of inches away from Kotze's leering face. Birch got a whiff of stale sweat then flinched as Kotze yanked his shirt open to the waist. For a long momen the boer stared into the young soldier's face, relishing the look of fear in his blue eyes, then he shoved him away."Strip," he yelled. Birch saw the looks on the men's flushed faces and dropped his gaze. But his eyes were drawn inexorably to their groins and their hard jutting cocks. Terror gripped him and he flinched again when Kotze bawled "Strip you runt of a whore, or I'll take a whip to you." Birch shrugged off his shirt, tugged off his boots and removed his breeches. "Put your boots back on, Pretty Boy, I don't want a snake to rob us of our pleasure," Kotze sneered. Birch complied with trembling hands and his large thick cut cock began to throb and harden. Then as he straightened up he felt shame run through his blood like acid. He had a full erection. Kotze's voice cut through the men's laughter "You'd better sort your order out. I don't want any fights." The broken nosed man stripped a twig from a nearby bush and broke it into three sticks and grasped them in his fist with only the tip of each showing. "I follow Kotze and you three can draw sticks," he said. There was a moment's tense silence, then slowly the men drew their sticks.as
The rode into the cool shade and the men quickly dismounted and led their horses to the small stream to drink. The smirk still firmly in place, Kotze ordered the soldiers to dismount and, as Birch climbed down, ran his fingers up the crack of the trooper's arse. "You filthy bastard," yelled Flint and lunged forward, wrists still bound, and grasped Kotze by the throat. Desperately Kotze tried to dislodge the crushing fingers but the big soldier was immensely strong. A brawny bearded boer flung a muscular arm around Flint's neck and tried to haul him away from Kotze but the sergeant braced his legs wide and tightened his grip on his throat. The blood was pounding in Kotze's ears and red and black stars exploded in his head as he struggled to break the soldier's death grip. As darkness began to close in on him, he heard a faint voice, seemingly miles away crying, "Knee him Kotze, for God's sake knee him in the ballocks." Blindly Kotze obeyed, bringing his knee as hard as he could between Flint's thighs. The grip of the fingers around his throat slackened and he sucked in air gratefully as he brought up his knee again.
North watched Kotze's knee thud into Flint's big balls a third time before the solider's legs buckled and he relinquished his grip on the boer's throat Two men now had had a firm grip on the soldier's arms but he still struggled fiercely. Suddenly the broken-nosed boer appeared and, pivoting off his left foot, swung a tremendous punch at Flint's head. The blow snapped his head around to the right and he drove his fist into the sergeant's belly. Then, as the winded soldier still tried to break free, he struck him on the right side of his jaw with enough force to lift him off the ground. The men holding Flint stumbled backwards as he crashed to the ground and lay still. "Thank you," a swaying Kotze croaked, rubbing his throat. He sucked in air noisily for a minute or two before he husked, "Now strip him down to his boots and, when he comes to, tie him to that tree."
The broken-nosed man licked his knuckles and looked down at the sprawled sergeant as another boer dropped to one knee beside him. He undid the heavy military buckle and pulling the thick leather belt free, carefully rolled it up and shoved into his arse pocket. Grinning up at Broken-nose for a moment, he then straddled Flint and tore the sweat sodden khaki shirt open before ripping his breeches down to the crotch with a might yank. Rising to his feet, he roughly kicked Flint's legs together and North got a glimpse of the sergeant's thick public bush before he was rolled over onto his belly. The boer tore the remains of the shirt away before producing a very sharp little knife to cut
the breeches away from the cavalry boots. Then he pulled down the breeches and stopped for a moment to admire the big rounded muscular buttocks before ripping them free. Rising to his feet the boer flung the tattered khaki remants aside and grinned again at broken-nose. "Got the rope," he said
his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Course I have fathead," broken-nose replied and as he knelt to lash Flint's wrists together the big soldier moaned.
Flint came to and as his head cleared he realized that he was lying naked on his belly, his wrists bound behind him. He lifted his head and spat to get the dust out of his mouth as a boot slammed into his ribs. "On your feet scum, come on, move it." Flint hauled himself up onto one knee, then rising to his feet glared down at the stocky muscular boer whose eyes were fixed on his huge tumescent cock.
"You fucking pervert," Flint snarled then grunted in pain as the boer roughly grabbed him by his bruised balls and yanked him over to a large tree, where he secured him by wrists and neck. The man then turned and giving Kotze a broad grin, etched a military salute. "All present and correct sir," he said in English. But his flippancy, belied by the full erection discernable in his tight trousers, passed
unnoticed by Kotze who was staring at the big naked soldier. He was grudgingly impressed by the width of the man's shoulders, the thick hard pecs and the massive biceps, but it was the huge uncut cock that made him gape. Proud though he was of his own impressive endowment, he had to admit that the soldier was bigger and much thicker than him. The cock was fully erect and the enormous gleaming glans oozed lube. Suddenly he had a powerful urge to have that great shaft driven into him.
Angrily he brushed the thought away, he'd beat the bastard, beat and subjugate him before he gelded and branded him like a broken stallion. Next to Kotze the broken-nosed man murmured, "That's thick enough to hang a bucket of shit on." Kotze gave a start and looked guiltily at the men standing around him.What the hell was he doing staring at another man's dick? His anger erupted and he yelled,"What the fuck are you lot looking at, strip that ginger khaki and tie him next to this bastard."
North's shirt was ripped off and the men, using their clasp knives, cut and tore away his breeches.
Kotze watched for a moment as North was tied to a tree next to Flint in similar fashion then he turned his attention to the blond trooper, who stood, head up and legs wide braced. Although pale faced, he stared defiantly at the huge boer and Kotze smiled grimly as a hot surge of lust gripped his guts. Stepping forward he flicked open his blade, cut Birch's wrists free and slipped the knife back into his arse pocket. Putting his big hairy hands into the open neck of Birch's shirt, he pulled the trooper so close, his head was barely a couple of inches away from Kotze's leering face. Birch got a whiff of stale sweat then flinched as Kotze yanked his shirt open to the waist. For a long momen the boer stared into the young soldier's face, relishing the look of fear in his blue eyes, then he shoved him away."Strip," he yelled. Birch saw the looks on the men's flushed faces and dropped his gaze. But his eyes were drawn inexorably to their groins and their hard jutting cocks. Terror gripped him and he flinched again when Kotze bawled "Strip you runt of a whore, or I'll take a whip to you." Birch shrugged off his shirt, tugged off his boots and removed his breeches. "Put your boots back on, Pretty Boy, I don't want a snake to rob us of our pleasure," Kotze sneered. Birch complied with trembling hands and his large thick cut cock began to throb and harden. Then as he straightened up he felt shame run through his blood like acid. He had a full erection. Kotze's voice cut through the men's laughter "You'd better sort your order out. I don't want any fights." The broken nosed man stripped a twig from a nearby bush and broke it into three sticks and grasped them in his fist with only the tip of each showing. "I follow Kotze and you three can draw sticks," he said. There was a moment's tense silence, then slowly the men drew their sticks.as
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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.'
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.'
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wooden bridge to a camp that had been set up for them by the river's edge. The prisoners were ordered to dismount and were marched to the quartermaster's tent where Jeppe untied their wrists. "Get your bedrolls and canteens, then I'll take you over to the paddock so you can see to your horses,"
he snapped Whereas before, Jeppe had tried to make his voice sound tough and assertive, now the gruffness ansd agression were real. The next fellow who bends over for this young man was in for a treat, North thought. The lucky bastard!
As they fed, watered and groomed their horses, Jeppe stood, legs wide apart, his rifle held at the ready. He was clearly aroused, North noted. Occasionally he turned to stare openly at the boer's bulging groin and hoped that despite his sore arse, he'd be that lucky bastard. But he realized that this was not to be when they marched back to their tent. He almost groaned with disappointment when he saw that their tent had been pitched no more than ten feet from a large canvas affair with an awning, under which a trestle table and chairs had been set up. The commander sat at the table and beckoned them as they approached. When they stood before him, he said "When the good burghers find out that we have some khaki prisoners they might well be tempted to call for a lynching. Its therefore prudent to have you close to me, where you can be well guarded."
"Thank you sir," Flint replied, and North wondered if he too was disappointed at not being able to have an hour or two alone with his trooper.
After having had an excellent evening meal, the food having been provided by the townsfolk, the soldiers sat in front of their tent watching the sun drop over the horizon. Jeppe had gone, along with most the men, to the dorp's busy tavern and they were guarded by a wiry weasel-faced boer who could or would not, speak English. Suddenly they heard the sound of appoaching horses and moments later two men in travel-stained jerkins and breeches strode through the well-lit camp towards the commander's tent. When they finally stood before the trestle table, one of the scouts reached into his shoulder satchel and produced a sheet of paper which he handed to the seated commander. He studied it for a moment, then looked up, "Very well gentlemen, what news do you have for me?" The scount turned and pointed at the soldiers. "Don't worry about them, they can't understand Afrikaans," the commander said. North hid his growing excitement, they still had'nt discovered that he spoke Afrikaans fluently. The scout shrugged and said, "Very well. Kotze must be present before I go on." The commander nodded, "You'll find him camped along by the bridge." The
scout turned to his companion, Would you be kind enough to fetch him Reitz?"
"Certainly Pete," he replied and strode off along the river. *
North studied the sturdy bearded scout, called Pete, standing before the trestle table. He was a big man North and admired the masculine curves of his muscular arse as he bent forward to accept a light for the cheroot that the commander had offered him. He exhaled a stream of smoke, before turning slightly and resting his hand in the table, thereby affording North a fine view of his lamp-lit groin. North smiled to himself and felt his cock stir. No drawers there you cheeky bastard, he thought, as he appraised the cock and what looked to be a fine set of balls. Then he heard Flint swear under his breath he swung his head round to see the other scout returning with the big bald headed Kotze and
his four men.
When all the men had arranged themselves in front of the table, Pete began, "You have been ordered to take your men east tomorrow to Lydenburg sir, to join forces with Kock and Steyn. A major engagement is imminent." The commander nodded, and the scout continued, "Kotze, you and your men will go with the commander as far as Nebo. Then you will strike south to dynamite the railway bridge over the Devil's Falls Canyon." Pete the scout waited for the outburst of laughter and the back-slapping among Kutze's men to subside before he went on, You will pick up an explosive expert, who will be waiting for you at Drusdorp. Do you know it?"
"Ja, it used to be a dorp , but it was abandoned years ago. Now its a ruin about three miles from the railway bridge, "Kotze replied in his deep rasping voice. "Exactly," replied the scout, then continued
"The expert will destroy the bridge and intercept any messages on the telegraph line before he cuts it.
Then you will return immediately to Lydenburg. Command wanted me to make that quite clear. Is that understood Mr Kotze?"
"Perfectly," Kotze purred and the expression he wore reminded North of a lion that has just made a big kill.
"That only leaves us with the matter of our prisoners," said the commander. North's body tensed and he masked it by yawning expansively and lying back on the grass. "That you must sort out yourselves," the scout replied and looked intently at the soldiers for the first time. "I can't take them with me if there's to be fighting," said the commander. "Very well, let's shoot them," replied Kotze
with a cold smile ."You know very well we can't do that," snapped the commander. "So what do you
propose we do with them?" purred Kotze. The scout, having satisfied himself that the prisoners were not following, turned his attention back to the discussion and replied, "Obviously we can't take them with us without orders."
"Very well you will have to take them with you Kotze," the commander sighed. "Why, that will be a pleasure sir," Kotze replied. Choosing to ignore the sarcasm dripping from the big man's mouth the commander added, "They are prisoners of war and must come to no harm. I'm holding you personally
responsible, is that understood Kotze?"
"Of course sir," came the reply and the purr in Kotze's voice made a worm of unease twist in North's
belly. With studied nonchalance he sat up and looked at the men gathered around the trestle table.
wooden bridge to a camp that had been set up for them by the river's edge. The prisoners were ordered to dismount and were marched to the quartermaster's tent where Jeppe untied their wrists. "Get your bedrolls and canteens, then I'll take you over to the paddock so you can see to your horses,"
he snapped Whereas before, Jeppe had tried to make his voice sound tough and assertive, now the gruffness ansd agression were real. The next fellow who bends over for this young man was in for a treat, North thought. The lucky bastard!
As they fed, watered and groomed their horses, Jeppe stood, legs wide apart, his rifle held at the ready. He was clearly aroused, North noted. Occasionally he turned to stare openly at the boer's bulging groin and hoped that despite his sore arse, he'd be that lucky bastard. But he realized that this was not to be when they marched back to their tent. He almost groaned with disappointment when he saw that their tent had been pitched no more than ten feet from a large canvas affair with an awning, under which a trestle table and chairs had been set up. The commander sat at the table and beckoned them as they approached. When they stood before him, he said "When the good burghers find out that we have some khaki prisoners they might well be tempted to call for a lynching. Its therefore prudent to have you close to me, where you can be well guarded."
"Thank you sir," Flint replied, and North wondered if he too was disappointed at not being able to have an hour or two alone with his trooper.
After having had an excellent evening meal, the food having been provided by the townsfolk, the soldiers sat in front of their tent watching the sun drop over the horizon. Jeppe had gone, along with most the men, to the dorp's busy tavern and they were guarded by a wiry weasel-faced boer who could or would not, speak English. Suddenly they heard the sound of appoaching horses and moments later two men in travel-stained jerkins and breeches strode through the well-lit camp towards the commander's tent. When they finally stood before the trestle table, one of the scouts reached into his shoulder satchel and produced a sheet of paper which he handed to the seated commander. He studied it for a moment, then looked up, "Very well gentlemen, what news do you have for me?" The scount turned and pointed at the soldiers. "Don't worry about them, they can't understand Afrikaans," the commander said. North hid his growing excitement, they still had'nt discovered that he spoke Afrikaans fluently. The scout shrugged and said, "Very well. Kotze must be present before I go on." The commander nodded, "You'll find him camped along by the bridge." The
scout turned to his companion, Would you be kind enough to fetch him Reitz?"
"Certainly Pete," he replied and strode off along the river. *
North studied the sturdy bearded scout, called Pete, standing before the trestle table. He was a big man North and admired the masculine curves of his muscular arse as he bent forward to accept a light for the cheroot that the commander had offered him. He exhaled a stream of smoke, before turning slightly and resting his hand in the table, thereby affording North a fine view of his lamp-lit groin. North smiled to himself and felt his cock stir. No drawers there you cheeky bastard, he thought, as he appraised the cock and what looked to be a fine set of balls. Then he heard Flint swear under his breath he swung his head round to see the other scout returning with the big bald headed Kotze and
his four men.
When all the men had arranged themselves in front of the table, Pete began, "You have been ordered to take your men east tomorrow to Lydenburg sir, to join forces with Kock and Steyn. A major engagement is imminent." The commander nodded, and the scout continued, "Kotze, you and your men will go with the commander as far as Nebo. Then you will strike south to dynamite the railway bridge over the Devil's Falls Canyon." Pete the scout waited for the outburst of laughter and the back-slapping among Kutze's men to subside before he went on, You will pick up an explosive expert, who will be waiting for you at Drusdorp. Do you know it?"
"Ja, it used to be a dorp , but it was abandoned years ago. Now its a ruin about three miles from the railway bridge, "Kotze replied in his deep rasping voice. "Exactly," replied the scout, then continued
"The expert will destroy the bridge and intercept any messages on the telegraph line before he cuts it.
Then you will return immediately to Lydenburg. Command wanted me to make that quite clear. Is that understood Mr Kotze?"
"Perfectly," Kotze purred and the expression he wore reminded North of a lion that has just made a big kill.
"That only leaves us with the matter of our prisoners," said the commander. North's body tensed and he masked it by yawning expansively and lying back on the grass. "That you must sort out yourselves," the scout replied and looked intently at the soldiers for the first time. "I can't take them with me if there's to be fighting," said the commander. "Very well, let's shoot them," replied Kotze
with a cold smile ."You know very well we can't do that," snapped the commander. "So what do you
propose we do with them?" purred Kotze. The scout, having satisfied himself that the prisoners were not following, turned his attention back to the discussion and replied, "Obviously we can't take them with us without orders."
"Very well you will have to take them with you Kotze," the commander sighed. "Why, that will be a pleasure sir," Kotze replied. Choosing to ignore the sarcasm dripping from the big man's mouth the commander added, "They are prisoners of war and must come to no harm. I'm holding you personally
responsible, is that understood Kotze?"
"Of course sir," came the reply and the purr in Kotze's voice made a worm of unease twist in North's
belly. With studied nonchalance he sat up and looked at the men gathered around the trestle table.
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
TAM on vacation
Me and my partner Mel are off to Mallorca in a couple of hours. We return on 1st October. There will be no activity while we are away but I'll finish posting The Bridge as soon as I return.
Best Wishes
TAM
Best Wishes
TAM
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"When you two have stopped kissing and cuddling, I'd like to remind you that you are still on duty and are supposed to be guarding the khaki." At the sound of the man's voice, the two young men
sprung apart guiltily The man guessed that this was the first time that either had kissed another man and, hiding a smile as he looked at their jutting jocks said, "Now get this soldier back to his tent before I'm tempted to give him another one." North cursed inwardly as he was led away. He'd missed his chance to escape and he would have a very sore arse tomorrow. But, he'd had three cocks up him and had been fucked nearly to oblivion. Not a completely wasted night. When he stepped into the tent, he had another surprise. Birch was asleep with his blond head on Flint's hairy chest and the sergeant's muscular arm was curled around him.
Next morning the soldiers made no mention of the night's events and they sluiced themselves in the bucket of water provided and dressed in silence. They were given hunks of brown bread and water then, under guard, ordered to take down and stow their tent. Jeppe appeared and bound their wrists. He was outwardly unchanged by his nocturnal adventures but North detected a new assertiveness and self-awareness about him. He even surreptitiously groped North while he tied him Amid the bustle North caught a glimpse of his roman statue. Dressed in daylight he was just as impressive and the bulge at his groin awesome.
The column rode two abreast as before. The three soldiers and Jeppe towards the front and Kotze and his men brought up the rear. Flint glanced at Birch, riding beside him and the blond trooper, not
ready yet to meet his gaze, kept his eyes on the back of the rider in front of him. Flint was very fond of the lad, far more that he was ready to admit to himself and he flushed as he recalled what had happened in the night. He should have stopped it at once by flicking away the hand that had rested so lightly on his thigh. But he hadn't. Instead he'd given a deep sigh as if asleep and rolled onto his back.
The hand returned almost at once and had begun to move stealthily towards his groin. He'd started to get excited and it had been an effort to keep his breathing deep and even. What had been the matter with him, lying there and silently urging another man to touch him? His cock had pounded to a full aching erection and his balls had pulled up against his thick shaft. When finally Birch's fingers had
brushed against them, Flint had been unable to suppress a gasp. Alarmed the youngster had tried to withdraw his hand but Flint had grabbed it and pressed in down on to his cock. They had lain very still for what seemd ages before he'd released Birch's hand and felt the fingers trying to close around
his cock. Birch had long fingers but could hardly encircle more than half of Flint's thick shaft. It was unlikely there were any who could. But Birch gripped the cock hard and pumped it roughly. Flint had
known that he was very close and had whispered,"Easy lad, I'm nearly there. Slow down a bit.! In response Birch had slid his thumb and first finger up and down Flint's moist smooth glans, drawing his foreskin down to the flange with each stroke. Flint felt himself hardening as he recalled the
exquisite sensation when the pressure in his balls had become undeniable. He'd blurted, "Now lad hard, as hard as you like." and Birch had tightened his grip and pumped him very hard. He'd clenched his teeth to stifle a scream and exploded. Great gouts of spunk had shot into the air before spattering his face, chest and belly.
They rode on in silence and this time, when he glanced at Birch, he was rewarded with a faint smile. He turned his thoughts back to the night's events. As he'd sprawled on his back, covered in his own spunk, Birch had slowly lowered his head. Flint was unable to see Birch's expression as he had been silhouetted against the moonlit canvas and for a moment had thought that the young trooper was going to kiss him. But Birch began to lick off the spunk, first, from his forhead, then his cheeks and he'd recalled the shiver of excitement when the youngster's lips had brushed his mouth. He'd moaned softly and his cock had began to throb when he'd felt Birch's tongue lick the spunk from the sweat-slicked hair on his chest and belly. Nearer and nearer the lips had come and he'd begun to sweat and his heart had pounded in his ears. And then, when Birch had buried his nose in Flint's thick public hair and he'd felt the stubble-roughened cheek brush against his rigid cock his body had stiffened. It had been a long tense moment before Birch had raised his head and he'd felt, for the first time, a man's lips encircle his glans. He'd resisted the urge to grab the head and force it down onto his cock and he'd heard himself moaning as the moist warm lips had slid up and down his shaft. It hadn't been
long before he'd exploded again, his spunk coming in long squirts to match the spasms that had wracked him.
Chapter 3
Tworivers was a busy dorp on the confluence of two sluggish brown rivers. The moderately prosperous farms and homesteads clustered around it's white painted kirk and it had a town square
and a high street of sorts, down which the column of men rode. They halted before a large house and the commander dismounted, to be greeted by the town worthies then they had trotted on over a
"When you two have stopped kissing and cuddling, I'd like to remind you that you are still on duty and are supposed to be guarding the khaki." At the sound of the man's voice, the two young men
sprung apart guiltily The man guessed that this was the first time that either had kissed another man and, hiding a smile as he looked at their jutting jocks said, "Now get this soldier back to his tent before I'm tempted to give him another one." North cursed inwardly as he was led away. He'd missed his chance to escape and he would have a very sore arse tomorrow. But, he'd had three cocks up him and had been fucked nearly to oblivion. Not a completely wasted night. When he stepped into the tent, he had another surprise. Birch was asleep with his blond head on Flint's hairy chest and the sergeant's muscular arm was curled around him.
Next morning the soldiers made no mention of the night's events and they sluiced themselves in the bucket of water provided and dressed in silence. They were given hunks of brown bread and water then, under guard, ordered to take down and stow their tent. Jeppe appeared and bound their wrists. He was outwardly unchanged by his nocturnal adventures but North detected a new assertiveness and self-awareness about him. He even surreptitiously groped North while he tied him Amid the bustle North caught a glimpse of his roman statue. Dressed in daylight he was just as impressive and the bulge at his groin awesome.
The column rode two abreast as before. The three soldiers and Jeppe towards the front and Kotze and his men brought up the rear. Flint glanced at Birch, riding beside him and the blond trooper, not
ready yet to meet his gaze, kept his eyes on the back of the rider in front of him. Flint was very fond of the lad, far more that he was ready to admit to himself and he flushed as he recalled what had happened in the night. He should have stopped it at once by flicking away the hand that had rested so lightly on his thigh. But he hadn't. Instead he'd given a deep sigh as if asleep and rolled onto his back.
The hand returned almost at once and had begun to move stealthily towards his groin. He'd started to get excited and it had been an effort to keep his breathing deep and even. What had been the matter with him, lying there and silently urging another man to touch him? His cock had pounded to a full aching erection and his balls had pulled up against his thick shaft. When finally Birch's fingers had
brushed against them, Flint had been unable to suppress a gasp. Alarmed the youngster had tried to withdraw his hand but Flint had grabbed it and pressed in down on to his cock. They had lain very still for what seemd ages before he'd released Birch's hand and felt the fingers trying to close around
his cock. Birch had long fingers but could hardly encircle more than half of Flint's thick shaft. It was unlikely there were any who could. But Birch gripped the cock hard and pumped it roughly. Flint had
known that he was very close and had whispered,"Easy lad, I'm nearly there. Slow down a bit.! In response Birch had slid his thumb and first finger up and down Flint's moist smooth glans, drawing his foreskin down to the flange with each stroke. Flint felt himself hardening as he recalled the
exquisite sensation when the pressure in his balls had become undeniable. He'd blurted, "Now lad hard, as hard as you like." and Birch had tightened his grip and pumped him very hard. He'd clenched his teeth to stifle a scream and exploded. Great gouts of spunk had shot into the air before spattering his face, chest and belly.
They rode on in silence and this time, when he glanced at Birch, he was rewarded with a faint smile. He turned his thoughts back to the night's events. As he'd sprawled on his back, covered in his own spunk, Birch had slowly lowered his head. Flint was unable to see Birch's expression as he had been silhouetted against the moonlit canvas and for a moment had thought that the young trooper was going to kiss him. But Birch began to lick off the spunk, first, from his forhead, then his cheeks and he'd recalled the shiver of excitement when the youngster's lips had brushed his mouth. He'd moaned softly and his cock had began to throb when he'd felt Birch's tongue lick the spunk from the sweat-slicked hair on his chest and belly. Nearer and nearer the lips had come and he'd begun to sweat and his heart had pounded in his ears. And then, when Birch had buried his nose in Flint's thick public hair and he'd felt the stubble-roughened cheek brush against his rigid cock his body had stiffened. It had been a long tense moment before Birch had raised his head and he'd felt, for the first time, a man's lips encircle his glans. He'd resisted the urge to grab the head and force it down onto his cock and he'd heard himself moaning as the moist warm lips had slid up and down his shaft. It hadn't been
long before he'd exploded again, his spunk coming in long squirts to match the spasms that had wracked him.
Chapter 3
Tworivers was a busy dorp on the confluence of two sluggish brown rivers. The moderately prosperous farms and homesteads clustered around it's white painted kirk and it had a town square
and a high street of sorts, down which the column of men rode. They halted before a large house and the commander dismounted, to be greeted by the town worthies then they had trotted on over a
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"I knew you were up to something and decided to find out just what it was. I'm very glad that I did."
"What are you going to do?" Jeppe snapped nervously. "Well you are going to get back on your knees and make amends to the khaki and I, given that he will be kind enough to adopt his former position, intend to give him a bloody good seeing-off."
"The expression is 'seeing to.' North replied with a smile, then continued, "I will be happy to oblige sir, if you would be so kind as to show yourself."
"But of course," the man said and turned so that he was bathed in moonlight. In his forties, North guessed, looking at the rugged bearded face. Then as he ran his eyes over the hard muscular body, he was reminded of a heroic roman statue. The moonlight gave the massive muscles the appearance of white marble. The cock was as hard as marble too, a good thick nine inches with a huge gleaming glans, reminiscent of the Sergeant Flint's. North felt a shiver of excitement. "Satisfactory I trust." the man said.
"Quite," North quipped, bent forward and braced himself as before. Jeppe got in position, kneeling between him and the tree and North moaned softly as a warm mouth closed over his glans. A moment later he felt the man's calloused hands stroking his buttocks and he tensed involuntarily.
"Easy man, make it easy for yourself, the man murmured as his rough hands prised North's cheeks apart and he began to sweat. The huge cock-head pressed against him and he shifted slightly to centre it. The man pressed forward and North felt the pressure on his sphincter increase. He was rigid with fear and sweat dripped off him. "Oh God, no I can't I..." he blurted, then gasped with pain as the tight ring of muscle gave way and the big glans bored into him. The man paused, shunted back a little then slammed his cock into North, up to his balls. For a moment there was another even more intense stab of pain and then he was left with the glorious sensation of being filled with hard pulsating cock. He gave a deep moan that seemed to come for his boots and he heard the man chuckle.
Pulling back, very gently this time, the man began to fuck the corporal with deep piston-like thrusts. As they grew harder and faster North pushed back to meet them, flexing his sphincter
muscles. He now became aware of Jeppe's moist warm mouth and felt his balls beginning to tighten. The man changed the pitch of his thrusts, corkscrewing them so that the enormous glans jabbed North's prostate and he felt it rearranging his guts. Waves of sexual heat welled up, hot and excruciating, as the remorseless pounding continued. The sensations grew steadily stronger and hotter, and what little control North had left was about to be lost. Sensing how near the soldier was, the man, without breaking his rhythm, again changed the angle of his thrusts. He now pulled back each time to the tip and slammed the whole length of his cock up into North's battered channel. He knew the pain would slow the soldier down but not for long. His own explosion drew close and he
slammed his cock into North so hard, each thrust lifted the soldier up onto his toes.
Marcel had his cock out and was pumping furiously as he watched the end of the titanic fuck.
Both men were snorting and grunting like animals and even if they woke the whole camp, nothing would stop them now. The soldier was the first to come. Great gut-wrenching spasms wracked him as he fired, first into Jeppe's mouth and then into his face as the boer, choking, pulled back. The man exploded a second or two later. He held in hard, head thrown back, and roared like a bull. Marcel's
own spunk flew, spattering the grass and he slumped to the ground, his role as guard momentarily forgotten. Jeppe crawled out from under the still doubled-over corporal and staggering over to Marcel, flung himself down beside him. "My God," he whispered "I don't think I could take a fucking like that."
"Me neither, but I'm sure as hell going to try one day," said Jeppe, his mouth still full of the soldier's salty spunk. Marcel turned to look at him and saw the glutinous white fluid oozing from the sides of his mouth. "What does it taste like?" he whispered. "This," Jeppe replied and brought his mouth down over Marcel's parted lips.
"I knew you were up to something and decided to find out just what it was. I'm very glad that I did."
"What are you going to do?" Jeppe snapped nervously. "Well you are going to get back on your knees and make amends to the khaki and I, given that he will be kind enough to adopt his former position, intend to give him a bloody good seeing-off."
"The expression is 'seeing to.' North replied with a smile, then continued, "I will be happy to oblige sir, if you would be so kind as to show yourself."
"But of course," the man said and turned so that he was bathed in moonlight. In his forties, North guessed, looking at the rugged bearded face. Then as he ran his eyes over the hard muscular body, he was reminded of a heroic roman statue. The moonlight gave the massive muscles the appearance of white marble. The cock was as hard as marble too, a good thick nine inches with a huge gleaming glans, reminiscent of the Sergeant Flint's. North felt a shiver of excitement. "Satisfactory I trust." the man said.
"Quite," North quipped, bent forward and braced himself as before. Jeppe got in position, kneeling between him and the tree and North moaned softly as a warm mouth closed over his glans. A moment later he felt the man's calloused hands stroking his buttocks and he tensed involuntarily.
"Easy man, make it easy for yourself, the man murmured as his rough hands prised North's cheeks apart and he began to sweat. The huge cock-head pressed against him and he shifted slightly to centre it. The man pressed forward and North felt the pressure on his sphincter increase. He was rigid with fear and sweat dripped off him. "Oh God, no I can't I..." he blurted, then gasped with pain as the tight ring of muscle gave way and the big glans bored into him. The man paused, shunted back a little then slammed his cock into North, up to his balls. For a moment there was another even more intense stab of pain and then he was left with the glorious sensation of being filled with hard pulsating cock. He gave a deep moan that seemed to come for his boots and he heard the man chuckle.
Pulling back, very gently this time, the man began to fuck the corporal with deep piston-like thrusts. As they grew harder and faster North pushed back to meet them, flexing his sphincter
muscles. He now became aware of Jeppe's moist warm mouth and felt his balls beginning to tighten. The man changed the pitch of his thrusts, corkscrewing them so that the enormous glans jabbed North's prostate and he felt it rearranging his guts. Waves of sexual heat welled up, hot and excruciating, as the remorseless pounding continued. The sensations grew steadily stronger and hotter, and what little control North had left was about to be lost. Sensing how near the soldier was, the man, without breaking his rhythm, again changed the angle of his thrusts. He now pulled back each time to the tip and slammed the whole length of his cock up into North's battered channel. He knew the pain would slow the soldier down but not for long. His own explosion drew close and he
slammed his cock into North so hard, each thrust lifted the soldier up onto his toes.
Marcel had his cock out and was pumping furiously as he watched the end of the titanic fuck.
Both men were snorting and grunting like animals and even if they woke the whole camp, nothing would stop them now. The soldier was the first to come. Great gut-wrenching spasms wracked him as he fired, first into Jeppe's mouth and then into his face as the boer, choking, pulled back. The man exploded a second or two later. He held in hard, head thrown back, and roared like a bull. Marcel's
own spunk flew, spattering the grass and he slumped to the ground, his role as guard momentarily forgotten. Jeppe crawled out from under the still doubled-over corporal and staggering over to Marcel, flung himself down beside him. "My God," he whispered "I don't think I could take a fucking like that."
"Me neither, but I'm sure as hell going to try one day," said Jeppe, his mouth still full of the soldier's salty spunk. Marcel turned to look at him and saw the glutinous white fluid oozing from the sides of his mouth. "What does it taste like?" he whispered. "This," Jeppe replied and brought his mouth down over Marcel's parted lips.
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closed his lips over the oozing glans. But he only had a few seconds to savour the delicious salty taste before Marcel grabbed hold of his head and rammed his cock down his throat. North gagged as his face was pushed into the boer's thick bush of public hair. Marcel relished the feel of the choking
man's throat muscles constricting around the head of his cock for a few moments before he pulled back. But North had barely a chance to suck in some air before the boer began to fuck him roughly in the mouth. Each thrust went deeper unto his bruised throat as the boer's big balls slapped against his chin.
Jeppe watched the brutal assault on the soldier with growing excitement. Then suddenly Marcel gave a grunt and Jeppe thought he was about to shoot his load into the kneeling man. But, no instead he pulled out his rigid cock, dripping with saliva and, stepping back, shoved the corporal backwards with his boot. North sprawled onto his back and Jeppe saw the huge pole jutting out from the soldier's muscular thighs. Marcel glared down at North for a moment then, turned his head to look at Jeppe.
"What's the matter with you man, you're supposed to be keeping the bastard covered?"
"Oh yes, sorry," Jeppe stammered, then added "Have you er... finished? Can I..?"
"No."
"But I..."
"The understanding was that I'd have him first. And I haven't even started yet." Jeppe said no more.
He did not know Marcel very well but what he was learning now he liked.
Marcel turned his attention back to the naked soldier. "On your feet and get over to that tree ,"
he said, pointing to the trunk of a large stinkwood. North complied and Marcel continued,"Now bend
over, spread your legs and brace yourself." Knowing what was coming, North leaned over and very
carefully selected the spot on the rough bark that would give his hands the best purchase and the angle that would provide the maximum support for his body. Marcel kicked North's boots even further apart and straightened up to admire the beautiful arse being offered to him. Course thick hair, deep copper in colour, filled the crack, hiding the puckerhole but it grew finer and lighter as it fanned out over the hard round buttocks. The young boer reached between the spread legs and hefted the
big, low-swinging balls in the palm of his hand. Then he closed closed his fingers over them and
squeezed. North gave a soft gasp and flexed his arse. Marcel let the balls drop back into their hairy bag and ran his hands over the tensed cheeks. He savoured the feel the feel of the hard muscle under the smooth skin. He could wait no longer. He stepped forward, positioning his aching cock with a
trembling hand and pushed. North groaned. He'd been taken by much bigger men that this lad but
not for some time. He was very tight and Marcel slid his cock into him incredibly slowly. He groaned again, the pain was so exquisite and seemed to last for ever. But finally the boer's cock was right in and North gasped as it was pulled back sharply. Then Marcel fucked the corporal with short hard jabs
that hurt like hell. North braced himself and clenched his teeth. He didn't want the little bastard to
know how much pain he was causing and ultimately how much pleasure he was giving. Marcel's
orgasm was soon in coming and he pulled out quickly still firing gobs of spunk over North's arse.
Without bothering to wipe himself, he shoved his still engorged cock into his tight trousers and
buttoned up. He picked up his gun and grinned at Jeppe. "Come on man, let's see what you've got."
As Jeppe pulled out his cock, Marcel murmured, "Not bad man, not bad at all." Not bad, be damned,
I'm bigger than you, Jeppe thought, as he stepped up to the corporal. Even in the moonlight he could see the viscous thread of Marcel's spunk, hanging from North's arse.
Jeppe slid easily into the corporal's now well lubricated fundament and fucked him with the same short thrusts that Marcel had used. But he was much bigger than Marcel and the sharp stabs made
North grunt with pain. His body was being jolted violently and his aching balls swung back and forth
between his wide spread thighs. The pounding went on for ten minutes or so before he finally heard the young boer beginning to grunt and his thrusts became faster, harder and more vicious.
Marcel felt a flood of elation as he watched what he imagined to be the big muscular soldier's
subjugation by a handsome, virile young boer. He first saw the corporal's head tossed back, his teeth bared in a grimace of pain as he whimpered like a bady. Then he saw the soldier's head drop between his brawny arms in apparent submission, as Jeppe shot his load into his guts. But when the young boer gently pulled out, the allusion was shattered. The corporal straightened up grinning broadly, his stiff cock looking bigger than ever. Then Marcel was disappointed still further when Jeppe dropped to his knees and took the drooling shaft into his mouth. Clenching his right fist, Marcel stepped forward, intent on knocking the smile off the khaki's face, when a figure stepped out of the dark shadows into the bright moonlight. Marcel stood stock-still, then his look of amazement gave way to a smile as he recognized the newcomer.
A voice at North's shoulder said, in heavily accented English, "I hope Jeppe, that you can
exhibit a higher degree of competence on that task than you did on the earlier one." North turned to face the man as Jeppe jumped to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. North could not see the newcomer's face as his back was towards the moon, but he knew the voice. It was the sentry with whom Jeppe had joked earlier. He was taller than North, broader across the shoulders and appeared to be quite naked. Jeppe recovered his voice and hissed in Afrikaans, "What are you doing
here? What do you want?" Still speaking in his sing-song English, the man replied
closed his lips over the oozing glans. But he only had a few seconds to savour the delicious salty taste before Marcel grabbed hold of his head and rammed his cock down his throat. North gagged as his face was pushed into the boer's thick bush of public hair. Marcel relished the feel of the choking
man's throat muscles constricting around the head of his cock for a few moments before he pulled back. But North had barely a chance to suck in some air before the boer began to fuck him roughly in the mouth. Each thrust went deeper unto his bruised throat as the boer's big balls slapped against his chin.
Jeppe watched the brutal assault on the soldier with growing excitement. Then suddenly Marcel gave a grunt and Jeppe thought he was about to shoot his load into the kneeling man. But, no instead he pulled out his rigid cock, dripping with saliva and, stepping back, shoved the corporal backwards with his boot. North sprawled onto his back and Jeppe saw the huge pole jutting out from the soldier's muscular thighs. Marcel glared down at North for a moment then, turned his head to look at Jeppe.
"What's the matter with you man, you're supposed to be keeping the bastard covered?"
"Oh yes, sorry," Jeppe stammered, then added "Have you er... finished? Can I..?"
"No."
"But I..."
"The understanding was that I'd have him first. And I haven't even started yet." Jeppe said no more.
He did not know Marcel very well but what he was learning now he liked.
Marcel turned his attention back to the naked soldier. "On your feet and get over to that tree ,"
he said, pointing to the trunk of a large stinkwood. North complied and Marcel continued,"Now bend
over, spread your legs and brace yourself." Knowing what was coming, North leaned over and very
carefully selected the spot on the rough bark that would give his hands the best purchase and the angle that would provide the maximum support for his body. Marcel kicked North's boots even further apart and straightened up to admire the beautiful arse being offered to him. Course thick hair, deep copper in colour, filled the crack, hiding the puckerhole but it grew finer and lighter as it fanned out over the hard round buttocks. The young boer reached between the spread legs and hefted the
big, low-swinging balls in the palm of his hand. Then he closed closed his fingers over them and
squeezed. North gave a soft gasp and flexed his arse. Marcel let the balls drop back into their hairy bag and ran his hands over the tensed cheeks. He savoured the feel the feel of the hard muscle under the smooth skin. He could wait no longer. He stepped forward, positioning his aching cock with a
trembling hand and pushed. North groaned. He'd been taken by much bigger men that this lad but
not for some time. He was very tight and Marcel slid his cock into him incredibly slowly. He groaned again, the pain was so exquisite and seemed to last for ever. But finally the boer's cock was right in and North gasped as it was pulled back sharply. Then Marcel fucked the corporal with short hard jabs
that hurt like hell. North braced himself and clenched his teeth. He didn't want the little bastard to
know how much pain he was causing and ultimately how much pleasure he was giving. Marcel's
orgasm was soon in coming and he pulled out quickly still firing gobs of spunk over North's arse.
Without bothering to wipe himself, he shoved his still engorged cock into his tight trousers and
buttoned up. He picked up his gun and grinned at Jeppe. "Come on man, let's see what you've got."
As Jeppe pulled out his cock, Marcel murmured, "Not bad man, not bad at all." Not bad, be damned,
I'm bigger than you, Jeppe thought, as he stepped up to the corporal. Even in the moonlight he could see the viscous thread of Marcel's spunk, hanging from North's arse.
Jeppe slid easily into the corporal's now well lubricated fundament and fucked him with the same short thrusts that Marcel had used. But he was much bigger than Marcel and the sharp stabs made
North grunt with pain. His body was being jolted violently and his aching balls swung back and forth
between his wide spread thighs. The pounding went on for ten minutes or so before he finally heard the young boer beginning to grunt and his thrusts became faster, harder and more vicious.
Marcel felt a flood of elation as he watched what he imagined to be the big muscular soldier's
subjugation by a handsome, virile young boer. He first saw the corporal's head tossed back, his teeth bared in a grimace of pain as he whimpered like a bady. Then he saw the soldier's head drop between his brawny arms in apparent submission, as Jeppe shot his load into his guts. But when the young boer gently pulled out, the allusion was shattered. The corporal straightened up grinning broadly, his stiff cock looking bigger than ever. Then Marcel was disappointed still further when Jeppe dropped to his knees and took the drooling shaft into his mouth. Clenching his right fist, Marcel stepped forward, intent on knocking the smile off the khaki's face, when a figure stepped out of the dark shadows into the bright moonlight. Marcel stood stock-still, then his look of amazement gave way to a smile as he recognized the newcomer.
A voice at North's shoulder said, in heavily accented English, "I hope Jeppe, that you can
exhibit a higher degree of competence on that task than you did on the earlier one." North turned to face the man as Jeppe jumped to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. North could not see the newcomer's face as his back was towards the moon, but he knew the voice. It was the sentry with whom Jeppe had joked earlier. He was taller than North, broader across the shoulders and appeared to be quite naked. Jeppe recovered his voice and hissed in Afrikaans, "What are you doing
here? What do you want?" Still speaking in his sing-song English, the man replied
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Jeppe turned his flushed face to see another young boer, called Marcel, standing at his shoulder, gun in hands. "Go and eat Jeppe, while its still hot. I'll bring the Khakis over, they've nearly finished."
Marcel was looking past him at the soldiers as he spoke, and Jeppe saw his brown eyes widen. From their angle Jeppe guessed what Marcel was staring at and resisted the impulse to turn around and follow his gaze. "Thanks I'm starving," he said, his voice sounding husky. Marcel made no reply but
continued to stare past him at the soldiers and Jeppe glanced down surreptitiously at the young man's groin. Marcel's big bulge was showing even more promise than usual, he thought and, smiling to himself, he moved away.
Sitting cross-legged on the grass, Jeppe shovelled food into his mouth. He felt very pleased with
himself. He'd found a kindred spirit, possibly an ally and maybe more. He must have a word with
Marcel before lights-out, he thought and then looked us at the murmur of voices around him
suddenly ceased. Marcel was leading the prisoners towards the cooking fires. Only after the
soldiers had each been given a grudging portion of stew and they'd been herded back to their tent did
the conversation resume. Jeppe pulled out his watch. Four hours before he was on guard duty, time to see Marcel and thenm get some sleep.
Chapter 2
Corporal North lay on his back and watched the shadow of the pacing sentry pass across the
brightly moonlit canvas above his head. He guessed that about two hours had elapsed since they had been told to strip. Then they had been ordered into their tent and the entrance laced up. He sat up and glanced at his sleeping companions. Flint lay with his back towards him, snoring gently while Birch was sprawled on his back. Normally the sight of the youngster's thick shaft laying across his hairy belly would have had North's undivided attention, but not tonight. He knew somehow that he would get a signal and he hoped that he would make the correct response. He just might have a chance to
escape. The shadow passed again and laying back with a sigh, he cupped his aching balls in his hands.
Suddenly he heard voices and he sat up, listening intently. They were speaking softly in Afrikaans,
"You're early man, couldn't you sleep?"
"Ja but an old man like you needs more sleep than me."
"Cheeky bastard, I can fuck all night and still do a day's work."
"Then you must have a brood-mare on your farm. As sure as hell, you can't have had a women for
over a year," There was the sound of a blow followed by a burst of laughter "What I fuck is my
business young man. You'd better be careful I don't come knocking on your backdoor some dark
night." More laughter. "Let's check the prisoners and you can be on your way."
"Why do you want to check the prisoners?"
"I don't want to stand here all night guarding a tent that could be empty for all I know."
"All right, come on then." The entrance was unlaced and a man leaned in through the opening. North saw that it was Jeppe with a wide grin on his handsome face. "Any of you men want to use the latrines?" North grinned back as his companions slept on. Jeppe lifted one palm and made a
circular motion with the forefinger of his other hand which he then raised. Understanding, North nodded and Jeppe quickly withdrew his head and closed the tent.
"Well if you're satisfied I'm off to bed."
"Fine. Goodnight, or should I say good fucking," Jeppe said.
North tossed and turned in an agony of impatience and his balls ached abominably. When he
could wait no longer, he pulled on his boots and called to the passing sentry. "Let me out Dutchman.
I need to shit badly." He heard Jeppe curse, and a moment later the flap was opened and bright moonlight streamed in. North glanced back at the sleeping soldiers. Birch had not moved but
Flint had rolled onto his back and, although his big hairy hand rested on his groin, his enormous glans could be seen gleaming in the moonlight. North stepped out and stood naked and erect before Jeppe,
who had his rifle aimed at his belly. No longer shy, Jeppe let his eyes roam slowly over the body of the naked muscular man he had in this power. Then North noticed, they were not alone.
Another boer lounged nonchalantly again a nearby tree, kneading his groin. He was a sturdy young man and like most boers wore a full beard. "Are we going to stand here all night while you ogle that khaki's fucking cock?" he said and reached for his rifle, which was propped against the tree beside him. "For Christ's sake, keep your voice down Marcel," Jeppe whispered. He then turned to North and, nodding in the direction of the latrines said, "Forward," in English. They still have'nt realized that I speak Afrikaans North thought. He stepped forward and felt the cold muzzle of Jeppe rifle pressed between his shoulder-blades. That could be handy.
The passed the latrine trenches, crudely screened with pieces of tent-canvas and stepped in between some stunted trees and clumps of thick thorny scrub. Although the trenches, a few feet away were freshly dug, they already exuded a powerful stench of stale male piss. It was a smell that North had always found virile and exciting and he inhaled deeply. Marcel stepped close and spat in North's face. "Like it do you, the smell of manly boer piss, you fucking khaki pansy? North nodded. "Well,
I've got something you'll like even better.On your knees." With spit dripping from his moustache and chin, North dropped to his knees. Marcel moved closer, his groin only inches from North's face and
undid his fly button with trembling fingers. His thick cut cock sprung free and as he eased out his big balls, North got a strong whiff of Marcel's manly odour. Saliva flooded into North's mouth and he
Jeppe turned his flushed face to see another young boer, called Marcel, standing at his shoulder, gun in hands. "Go and eat Jeppe, while its still hot. I'll bring the Khakis over, they've nearly finished."
Marcel was looking past him at the soldiers as he spoke, and Jeppe saw his brown eyes widen. From their angle Jeppe guessed what Marcel was staring at and resisted the impulse to turn around and follow his gaze. "Thanks I'm starving," he said, his voice sounding husky. Marcel made no reply but
continued to stare past him at the soldiers and Jeppe glanced down surreptitiously at the young man's groin. Marcel's big bulge was showing even more promise than usual, he thought and, smiling to himself, he moved away.
Sitting cross-legged on the grass, Jeppe shovelled food into his mouth. He felt very pleased with
himself. He'd found a kindred spirit, possibly an ally and maybe more. He must have a word with
Marcel before lights-out, he thought and then looked us at the murmur of voices around him
suddenly ceased. Marcel was leading the prisoners towards the cooking fires. Only after the
soldiers had each been given a grudging portion of stew and they'd been herded back to their tent did
the conversation resume. Jeppe pulled out his watch. Four hours before he was on guard duty, time to see Marcel and thenm get some sleep.
Chapter 2
Corporal North lay on his back and watched the shadow of the pacing sentry pass across the
brightly moonlit canvas above his head. He guessed that about two hours had elapsed since they had been told to strip. Then they had been ordered into their tent and the entrance laced up. He sat up and glanced at his sleeping companions. Flint lay with his back towards him, snoring gently while Birch was sprawled on his back. Normally the sight of the youngster's thick shaft laying across his hairy belly would have had North's undivided attention, but not tonight. He knew somehow that he would get a signal and he hoped that he would make the correct response. He just might have a chance to
escape. The shadow passed again and laying back with a sigh, he cupped his aching balls in his hands.
Suddenly he heard voices and he sat up, listening intently. They were speaking softly in Afrikaans,
"You're early man, couldn't you sleep?"
"Ja but an old man like you needs more sleep than me."
"Cheeky bastard, I can fuck all night and still do a day's work."
"Then you must have a brood-mare on your farm. As sure as hell, you can't have had a women for
over a year," There was the sound of a blow followed by a burst of laughter "What I fuck is my
business young man. You'd better be careful I don't come knocking on your backdoor some dark
night." More laughter. "Let's check the prisoners and you can be on your way."
"Why do you want to check the prisoners?"
"I don't want to stand here all night guarding a tent that could be empty for all I know."
"All right, come on then." The entrance was unlaced and a man leaned in through the opening. North saw that it was Jeppe with a wide grin on his handsome face. "Any of you men want to use the latrines?" North grinned back as his companions slept on. Jeppe lifted one palm and made a
circular motion with the forefinger of his other hand which he then raised. Understanding, North nodded and Jeppe quickly withdrew his head and closed the tent.
"Well if you're satisfied I'm off to bed."
"Fine. Goodnight, or should I say good fucking," Jeppe said.
North tossed and turned in an agony of impatience and his balls ached abominably. When he
could wait no longer, he pulled on his boots and called to the passing sentry. "Let me out Dutchman.
I need to shit badly." He heard Jeppe curse, and a moment later the flap was opened and bright moonlight streamed in. North glanced back at the sleeping soldiers. Birch had not moved but
Flint had rolled onto his back and, although his big hairy hand rested on his groin, his enormous glans could be seen gleaming in the moonlight. North stepped out and stood naked and erect before Jeppe,
who had his rifle aimed at his belly. No longer shy, Jeppe let his eyes roam slowly over the body of the naked muscular man he had in this power. Then North noticed, they were not alone.
Another boer lounged nonchalantly again a nearby tree, kneading his groin. He was a sturdy young man and like most boers wore a full beard. "Are we going to stand here all night while you ogle that khaki's fucking cock?" he said and reached for his rifle, which was propped against the tree beside him. "For Christ's sake, keep your voice down Marcel," Jeppe whispered. He then turned to North and, nodding in the direction of the latrines said, "Forward," in English. They still have'nt realized that I speak Afrikaans North thought. He stepped forward and felt the cold muzzle of Jeppe rifle pressed between his shoulder-blades. That could be handy.
The passed the latrine trenches, crudely screened with pieces of tent-canvas and stepped in between some stunted trees and clumps of thick thorny scrub. Although the trenches, a few feet away were freshly dug, they already exuded a powerful stench of stale male piss. It was a smell that North had always found virile and exciting and he inhaled deeply. Marcel stepped close and spat in North's face. "Like it do you, the smell of manly boer piss, you fucking khaki pansy? North nodded. "Well,
I've got something you'll like even better.On your knees." With spit dripping from his moustache and chin, North dropped to his knees. Marcel moved closer, his groin only inches from North's face and
undid his fly button with trembling fingers. His thick cut cock sprung free and as he eased out his big balls, North got a strong whiff of Marcel's manly odour. Saliva flooded into North's mouth and he
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