Date: Wed, 10 Feb 1999 17:08:15 EST
From: Peter Lewis <ACrook2668@aol.com>
Subject: The Voyeur

VOYEUR 1
by Laurie

I was in the second year of my Teachers' Training Course, when I was posted
for a year as a student physical education teacher, to St.Thomas's Grammar
School, situated in an isolated position, high up on the moors, overlooking
Wakefield.

After being there for two weeks I identified a minor mystery. If the
weather was dry at the end of school day, two of the fourteen year olds
named Rod and Mike, would ask for permission to go for a run to Carfax
Woods and back, and have their shower after the other kids had left.

This, in itself, was not very curious except that another boy, named
Phillip would also ask my permission to do an extended jog in the same
area. However he always set off a few minutes after the others had left and
were out of site.

I became more and more intrigued by this little mystery, and eventually
decided to secretly trail Rod and Mike, and see what they were up to. A few
minutes after they had all left, still wearing their gym clothing, I set
off, and within ten minutes, reached the deepest part of the woods, and
noticed in front of me a sun-speckled sylvan glade .

Hearing the sound of voices close at hand. I silently searched for a good
vantage point that would allow me to see, without being seen. Soon I found
the ideal spot, a tiny clearing only about six feet square, covered with
sweet smelling meadow grass. In order to see underneath an overhanging
branch, I had to lie down on my stomach.

As soon as I got into position I saw who were in the glade, only a few feet
away: it was Rod and Mike. They were stripped to the waist so that the
glancing rays of the sun reflected from the brown skin of their slim,
handsome lythe bodies.

I saw at once why they had come to this isolated spot: it was to have a
secret wrestle or rough and tumble, without interference from anyone else.

I had no objection to this activity at all, but decided not to give them a
shock with a sudden unnecessary appearance. However I had always liked
wrestling and judo and "horseplay" with the lads in College, and thought it
would be pleasant to watch these youngsters doing their stuff, and when I
became bored or tired I would leave as secretly as I had arrived.

Concentrating once more on this fun wrestling I saw that Mike, the bigger
boy was beginning to get control of Rod, on whom he had already fixed a
powerful neck with his left arm. Rod was threshing about in attempting to
escape, and with a sudden explosion of energy broke the neck lock, and
turned on to this stomach, just like me.

Now I expected them both to get on their feet, and either pack up or start
another match. But I did not reckon on Mike's quick thinking, as he leaped
on the other boys back, locked both his arms above his head, and sat down
firmly on Rod's bum.

Rod struggled and turned and twisted with all his strength, but was unable
to dislodge his heavier opponent. Whilst watching this fascinating skin to
skin fight, I suddenly became aware of a slight noise behind me, but before
I could turn and look round, a voice practically in my ear whispered,

"So you like watching too?" It was fifteen year old Philip, and I was so
surprised that I could not think of a suitable reply, as it was useless to
deny that I had been spying on the kids increasingly erotic looking fight.

Phillip went on:

"Don't worry, I won't say anything to anyone, as I like watching too. Your
secret is safe with me. Let's both go on watching, but where can I lie?"

"You can lie wherever you like", I replied, not thinking that Phillip would
take the permission at it's face value, because with a sudden smooth
powerful spring he was on my back, and in a few more minutes had
established complete mastery of me with the same hold that Mike had on Rod.

Although, as a student teacher I should not admit it, all this secrecy and
skin to skin contact, including Phillip and myself was having a decided
erotic effect, and I could feel a very distinct pleasant tingling in my
genitals.

As I still tried, but failed to release myself from Phillip's grip I looked
across at the slim young boys locked together in the long grass. Mike had
obviously established complete control of Rod, with the exception of his
legs and thighs, and was now experimenting to find the best method of
achieving one hundred percent mastery of the smaller boy's body.

Using all his considerable strength he was gradually pushing his knees
inwards against Rod's. As he slowly made progress against the furious
resistance of his prisoner, Rod's legs were forced higher and higher into
the air. With a sudden decisive movement he slid his legs under Rod's, and
strongly twisted his ankles round the other boy's.

Having now got complete control Mike now spent the next few minutes in fine
tuning and consolidating all his various holds, and on completion of this
it was clear that poor little Rod was completely "sewn up" and could not
move even half an inch in any direction!

Turning my attention to things nearer home I was horrified to realise that
Phillip was gradually forcing on me the same hold that was so immovably
fixed on Rod.

Of course, as a teacher (or almost a teacher) it was my duty to escape from
a mere fifteen year old schoolboy, and struggle I did, cursing and
groaning, but it was all to no avail and I could feel each of his locks
becoming more impossible to resist, until Phillip had me in a mirror image
hold to that being endured by young Rod.

What followed was uncanny: I saw Mike push down on to Rod's butt and say,

"This is to repay you for the hour you held me down for yesterday, unless
of course you submit now and call me `Master`".

Rod didn't reply, but said almost the same thing to me, and of course
neither plucky Rod or myself were willing to call our captors "Master", and
it was not long before Mike began to force a submission on his long
suffering victim, by beginning to thrust up and down against his Rod's
butt. Each time he did this there was a terrible groan from the boy he was
pressing so ruthlessly into the long grass. The two boys were so closely
entwined that they looked more like one body than two. The only movements I
could see were Mike's hips moving up and down faster and faster on top of
Rod's shapely butt.

I am ashamed to say that even with all my training I was unable to dislodge
this fifteen year old stripling from my back. I had long since given up
struggling, as it only tired me out and made no difference at all to this
full length ankle twisting grapevine.

My willy was now like iron, and through the folds of his shorts I could
feel Phillip's the same. I heard my captor whisper in my ear,

"You see what Mike is doing over there? Well I'm going to do the same to
you, and if you struggle it will get very painful for you, and still won't
stop me enjoying myself. And remember you'll get your chance to do the same
to me, some other time, if you want to".

I had just enough breath left to say,

"I don't care what you do to me, but I promise not to struggle while you're
having fun with my bum, and I'll definitely get my own back on you before
long".

Without wasting another second Philliip began to plunge up and down on me
vigorously, and each heavier and heavier lunge increased my feeling of
ecstasy, and of being part of him, rather than a separate individual. I
imagined that I could feel his pleasure at humping me, whilst he could feel
the pleasure I was getting from being humped.


To cut a long story short both the top guys had their way with their
helplessly trussed up victims, and the young man and three boys reached
their respective orgasms at about the same time.

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As a result of our intimate fight Phillip and I became fast friends, and it
was through this friendship that I came to hear of other opportunities for
me to express my craze for voyeurism.  One day as I was sitting in my
little office by the side of the gym, Phillip came to me,

"Would you like to watch a no holds barred neck scissors contest?"

"What's that?"

"Well it's when guys agree to have a contest in which the only hold
permitted is a neck scissors".

"Sounds fine", I replied, "and don't forget that you promised me a chance
to get my own back on you, sometime, after that terrible squash you gave me
in Carfax Woods!"

"OK! OK!"  said Phillip, "all in good time. This contest will be tomorrow,
after school in the same place where I did you. The fight will be between
Joseph and Daniel. Joseph is much bigger and stronger, but is extremely
quick, and has incredibly strong wiry thighs".

"How do you know all this?" I enquired.

"I won't tell you that now. Perhaps later, if you are invited to join the
Carfax Gang (but remember you're a teacher, and we don't usually admit
them. However if you behave yourself maybe the Gang Committee will ask you
to join.

The next day was fine and dry and I gave permission to Joseph, Daniel and
Philip, and after ten minutes followed them. The two former boys did not
know how I had secretly spied on them during their recent erotic conflict.

Approaching the glade in Carfax Woods, I was surprised at the silence, and
as I entered the previous viewing spot, my heart gave a great thump as I
saw the slim bare chested figure of Phillip, lying on his back, and legs
stretched out.

This was the opportunity to get my own back, after the terrible crushing
he'd given me. Crawling forward tip toe, one leg at a time, I suddenly
launched myself at the attractive supine unsuspecting body, and before he
had time to react I was full-length on top of him.

Quickly, before he could escape, I fixed a double arm lock on his right
arm, and grape-vined the rest of him, using all my greater strength and
weight. He struggled violently, but I just managed to keep the hold intact
and after about ten minuted he gradually quietened down and lay without
moving, gazing up submissively into my face, only a few inches above his.

"I submit and accept you as my Master", he murmured, drawing me into even
closer contact with him, from head to foot.

This was a fantastic position, and already my cock had reached its maximum
size, and was lying on top of his, so that our mutual hardware was
separated only by our gym shorts.

Having got my slave under control, ready to be squashed, I looked across at
the other couple entwined together on the grass, but there was hardly any
movement between them, and what amazed me was to see that little Daniel had
the bigger boy completely under his control.

Daniel and I both held our respective prisoners immovable and silent for
another few minuted, until Daniel whispered to the lower guy,

"It's your last chance. It's now or never. Either you submit and let me do
whatever I want with you, or I'll crush you into oblivion".

"Do whatever you like", replied Joseph, "I won't struggle or try to escape,
providing you don't hurt me".

That seemed to satisfy Daniel, and he changed his neck scissors hold
slightly, so that his crotch was directly above the lower kid's face.

The view so so sensual that I couldn't resist thrusting deep into Phillip
and feeling his iron hard prick throbbing beneath my own.

Now Daniel was plunging away and Joseph looked as if he was about to
expire. Under me I could here my prisoner gasping, as I pushed deeper and
deeper into his crotch.

By now I had lost all control and was lunging up and down, up and down at
fantastic speed and nothing could have stopped me. I felt myself an
integral part of the quivering body beneath me as we both approached the
euphoria that comes with orgasm, and I lay back on the green sward for a
long time to recover from my exertions.

Meanwhile Daniel became lost in a world of ecstasy as he humped up and down
on Joseph's face and reached his last powerful downward thrust, and...