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A Soldier’s Tale By Paul
Long shadows ripped across the parched dry and dusty ground. The Commander of the men buttoned his blue jacket up, checked his
handgun, slid it deep into the holster at his side and walked out through the
tired men. They were weary from the fight and all concerned that the savages
would strike again later tonight. He tipped his hat forward and strode with
heavy boots through the weary men who smoked and slept in the evening Sun. The Commander had seen this men fight and die… his own blue
jacket stained with the blood of one of the men he tried to save... his
muscle under the jacket flexed and the chest hair that matted his chest
spilled up over the top button of the blue uniform. His face was unshaved. His eyes a deep penetrating blue and his cock thick and full in the
white trousers he wore. He made his way to the sentry at the edge of the perimeter. The man rested against a small wall… he looked tired and as
weary as the other men this man commanded. He was a well built man. His tunic jacket dusty and open to below his
chest. Deep hairy muscle was on show. His shoulders wide and arms big. He
held his gun and tried to remain awake. He stood to attention as the Commander approached and made an attempt
to button his jacket. The commander put his hand on the soldiers and pulled
it away. "Keep watch soldier - I have a feeling those filthy savages
will be back and we need men like you willing to fight". He watched the
soldier as he left his jacket open slightly. The commanders eyes wandered
down the soldiers body and to the oversized bulge between his big legs. "You know how these savages fight soldier?" "Yes sir...they take no prisoners and use some powerful
arrows sir… if they come back there will be a lot of dead on these
plains". The Soldier grabbed his gun as if he was ready to use it. "Have you been hurt by them soldier?" The commander
moved closer placing a big hand on the man’s shoulder and feeling the
deep thick muscle under the fabric. He nods... "Yes sir...I have. 2
Years ago with my last squad we were attacked by around 50 of the filthy
bastards sir... I saw my men cut down... scalped and raped, most of them had
been taken down by arrows sir.... they got two arrows in me too." The Commander adjusted his
bulging cock which was outlined in his white trousers. "Where were you hit soldier?" The man opens his jacket and peels it off and tosses it to the
dirt. The mans abs rippled under the deep
fur and there were some scars to be seen and one on his right chest just
above his nipple. The Commander ran his hand
over the deep chest feeling the hard solid chest muscle... lifting the hard pec muscle up exposing the scar through the fur. "Nasty business soldier - I am glad you made it through the
fight - we need men like you" The soldiers cock now bulging so hard and thick in the thin
white material. "Excites you soldier?" He asks and his hand drifts down to
feel the man’s dick and trace the shaft outlined in the material. "I like men who find it arousing, it means you will fight
harder". As the sun began to set the older man released the belt on the
white trousers and eased out the soldiers dripping cock. The precum run between his fingers as he started to pump the
massive dick. The soldier held the handgun and gritted his teeth trying to hold back
the river of cum that rose up in his huge balls. There was a noise. A rushing sound and immense pain deep in the
Commanders belly. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>T
H U N K!!!!!!!! He staggered and looked down at the shaft that stuck deep in his low
abdomen. His hands clutched the shaft as he stepped backwards and feel over a
big rock. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>T
H U N K !!!!!! His body arched as the next shaft drove deep up and under his big
chest. A spurt of thick red flew up in the air and splashed his unshaven
face. The soldier moved fast. Ducking and rolling for cover as at least 100
Apache ran half naked into the camp. Their big bodies only covered by small
loin cloths barely covering their big dicks which bounced up and down as they
drew back arrows and plowed them deep into blue
tunics, seeing their prey fall and scream. Bullets flew from guns at the Apache. They span and fell. Crawling
in sheer agony as the lead slugs drove in deep. The dark bodies flying up in
the air and crashing down arms spread out. Bodies exploding as soldiers
manned a big machine gun that slowly spat out bullets and made a deafening
noise. Apache men died fast and crawled spewing blood from multiple
bullet wounds. The solider moved fast but his shirtless body was not quick
enough. He climbed a rock to try and get to some safety and two arrows
slammed into his side and his chest. T H UN K!!! T H U N K !!! He fell. His mouth opened and he heard a scream come from the depths of his
boots. The strength gone from him instantly. He lay on his back, his hands feeling the deep shafts that have pushed
almost all the way through his body. Red sprays from the wounds up and over
his chest and belly. His beard matted with sweat and with his blood. His
unfastened trousers now revealing his exposed thick cock and balls as his
legs parted and his body arched up and down on the dirt. Three Apaches approach and grab his head. Their knives work fast
removing the scalp. The pain is unbearable. The blood fills his eyes as the sky gets back. Noise in his ears, his
heart races. Running Deer stands over the soldier and aims his bow at the
man’s belly. T H U N K!!!!!! The arrow drives so deep it exits the soldiers back. He arches. Screams. Blood from his mouth as his cock is grabbed and sliced off in one stroke and held high, the blood running down the savages arm. His huge balls are now removed and kept to feed the dogs, placed in a pigs bladder bag that hangs at the savage’s waist. He lays arms outstretched mouth open as his own cock is fed to him.
Nine inches of soldier dick forced into the man’s open dying lips. The blood soaks his beard. His eyes wide. The Apache have suffered some losses. Brown half naked bodies litter
the dirt. Shot to hell by the white man. Machine gunned bodies piled up on top
of each other, brothers and brothers fathers and sons. Smoke rises from
gaping wounds inflicted by the metal monster. The soldier gasps and chokes as the light fades the blood pooling deep
under the big body...he feels where his cock was...the pain
overwhelming......the world spins....and fades. |
