Date: Sun, 7 Feb 1999 07:11:42 EST
From: Peter Lewis <ACrook2668@aol.com>
Subject: THE YOUNG BURGLAR

THE YOUNG BURGLAR
by Peter Lewis

I'm Peter, student aged 18, but I am very small and look not a day over
sixteen. Enough about me, except that I am mad about wrestling and judo -
got no time for girls.

My landlady Mrs. Gough was away for the weekend, and left me in charge.

"Now you keep your ears peeled, lad. There are rumours of a teenage burglar
operating in this area."

"OK Mrs. G. If he comes round here I'll fix him with one of my judo tricks
and then frogmarch him to the Police Station. That'll teach the blighter."

Well, as you may have already guessed, the "blighter" broke in through the
small pantry window, at about ten o clock. Hearing the sound of breaking
china, I dashed into the pantry, there he was, sprawled on the floor,
looking very sorry for himself.

I noticed at once how small and young and indefensible he was, with his
long blond hair, angelic features and rosebud lips.

As I grabbed him by his collar and dragged him into the lounge, be burst
into tears and implored me,

"Please Sir. Don't take me to the Police Station. Last week they said if I
ever did another job they would send me away to one of those awful kids'
homes".

In spite of my promises to Mrs. G my heart went out to the young lad, and I
determined to try out a stratagem, which, if it succeeded would satisfy the
kid, and give me a bit of fun into the bargain.

"Look here, young Jimmy, by rights I should take you straight there, but if
you are willing to accept some punishment, I'll let you stay here for the
night, and in the morning you will be free to go. Now what do you say, it's
one or the other".

"Oh please sir. Thank you sir. I'll do anything you say - just so you don't
take me to the cop shop."

"Hey, Jimmy, hold on, I have'nt told you what the punishment is yet", I
said.

"I'll do anything."

"OK. Your punishment is to have a fight with me, on the carpet, here, and
the winner (almost certainly me) can do what ever he likes with the other
guy".


Jimmy looked almost cheerful at the prospect of getting beaten up, instead
of a visit to the dreaded Police Station.

"You're not much bigger than I am," said the kid, "And I learnt a few
things in the street, so I might just have a chance of winning. What are
the rules?"

"It's to be a submission fight, with no holds barred - except for gouging
and similar things. There will be no time limit, but if neither of us has
submitted after an hour, then we'll call it a draw, and you will be free to
go! Now take off your shoes and socks and strip to the waist, and come here
into the middle of the room.

We each attemped a throw or takedown, and after a few minutes I realised
that this small wiry kid knew exactly what he was doing, and was prepared
to go to any lengths to beat me.

With a sudden cat like movement Jimmy was behind me and had applied a
double nelson to my arms. However much I struggled the boy had got me, and
dragged me down to the carpet so that he could wrap his powerful legs round
my waist, in a classic scissors hold.

While maintaining his iron scissors, he bit by bit turned me over until I
was flat on my face, with him pressing down strongly on my back.

Now Jimmy was really enjoying himself

"I've got you Sir. Submit now, or we'll still be here an hour later, and
I'll still be on top."

The feel of his bare skin on my torso was luscious and I revelled in being
in his complete control.

"If you want me to submit, you'll have to do more than just hold me in this
position. Even if you squash me as flat as a pancage I'll still refuse."

"That's am invitation I can't refuse," said my small captor. "I'm an expert
at the art of squashing, which I often do to my young brother."

Having said that Jimmy gradually began to adjust the position of his body
and ended up with his head over mine, his crutch over my bum and his legs
on the outside of mine, with his ankles twisted round mine.

I was trussed up good and proper, and knew that it was pointless to
struggle. This little kid had really brought me down a peg or two.


"Now," he said, "Before I begin the squash, I'll give you one last chance
to submit. If you don't take it you'll have to accept the consequences".

I realised that if I submitted, he would be free to leave the house, in
accordance with the rules I had laid down, so I decided to grit my teeth
and accept the punishment (which he ought to have been receiving.

It wasn't too bad at the beginning of the Great Squash. I could feel him
pressing up and down very gently on my butt. But as time went on, I could
feel him strengthening all his grips, and increasing the speed of his
downward thrusts. Also he was beginning to pant a little with the effort he
was putting down on to me.

This fantastically erotic situation had stimulated me so much that I had an
iron hard on, and as I felt Jimmy speeding up for the final tremendous
downward lunge, my willy overflowed with ecstasy beyond measure.

Even after this, he refused to release me until the agreed hour of eleven
o'clock, when we both declared the result of the fight as a draw.

Now Jimmy had earned the right to leave the house, but, to my incredible
joy, he refused to go and said he would stay for the night, providing he
could share my bedroom.