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My name is Robin and I had just entered my teens when I was sent to a new school from the Manse, where I had been receiving private tuition. In the Protestant Minister’s house where I was raised, all expressions of anger or aggression were strictly prohibited, and one was not even supposed to feel these emotions. Somehow I developed the fear that other boys were planning to attack me, and that I would be unable to resist because all my anger was bottled up inside me.

As I entered the playground of the new school for the first time I was horrified to see a big boy on top of a smaller boy, and crushing him into the asphalt surface. There was a group of boys avidly watching the unequal fight, and not one of them interfered on behalf of the lower kid who was sobbing and crying desperately.

In spite of this the big bully applied cruel locks and holds to the arms, legs and neck of the lower guy, who was so trussed up that he couldn't move an inch in any direction.

"Now!" snarled the top guy, "Give in and promise to be my slave, or I’ll keep squashing you like this till the bell goes for school."

"No! No! No!" replied the plucky kid. "I don’t care how long you hold me. I’ll never give in or be your slave."

"Well, it’s your choice", grated the bully. "I’m quite happy where I am and it’s twenty minutes before the bell goes. I’ll give you a last chance to surrender, and if you don’t take it, I’ll get you again after school!"

The small boy didn't reply, and the torture continued until a passing Prefect, named Peter strode up to the entwined couple, grabbed the bully by his shirt collar and literally threw him off his victim.

"If you ever touch him again, as these onlookers are my witnesses, I’ll thrash you within an inch of your life, and I’ll do it every day for a week."

The bully, whose name I discovered later to be Hubert slunk away, amid cries of derision from the crowd.

By now I was trembling with fear, so much so that, after helping the small kid to his feet, Pete came over to me, and said,

"What’s the trouble, kid? You look as white as a sheet. Did that fight upset you? Are you afraid that Hubert will come after you?"

"Oh yes!" I whispered. "I’ve never been so frightened in my life. Please protect me from that monster."

"Well, I can’t be by your side all the time, but what I can do is teach you some self defense tricks that I learned when I was your age, and which have stood me in good stead ever since."

"Oh! I should be so grateful, I’m frightened to death by that horrible boy."

"You’re a tall well built lad with plenty of muscle", said Pete, pinching my biceps and thighs. "With the right training and practice, and some of the secret tricks I know about, you should be able to look after yourself. But it will take a lot of learning and practice with me, and maybe with some of my little group of wrestling cronies, most of whom I trained over the last few years. Hubert never goes near them, as he is a coward at heart and is not interested in a fair fight."

"Yes! Yes!" I said excitedly, "When can you start to train me?" Although to Pete I appeared to be very keen, at heart I was very nervous about the coming body contact, which I knew would inevitably be part of the training. My thoroughly indoctrinated Puritan conscience was already nudging me: "Body contact is immoral!"

However my fears about the bully were stronger than my fears about body contact with Pete. "Also!", I thought to myself, "It’s nothing to do with my damn Puritan conscience!"

"Do you know Sefton Park?" Peter said in reply to my question. "There are some isolated gaps in the woods, near the canal, and my gang and I congregate there, weather permitting, about half an hour after school. We usually wear gym shorts, but no tops. How about four thirty this afternoon. That suit you?"

"OK! That’s great! And thanks. But do please keep your eyes open during the day, in case that monster gets it into his head to "do" the new boy - me!"

Fortunately for me, Hubert kept a low profile for the rest of the day, as the story of his humiliation by Pete had permeated to the Staff Room, and one of the teachers had been assigned to warn him that more bullying might result in his being expelled.

As the day wore on I became more and more excited at the prospect of learning some self defense/wrestling/judo trick, particularly as I had taken a great liking to the friendly Pete, who, though three years older, was about the same height and weight as myself.

After school Pete showed me a short cut to the secluded "jousting" ground, hidden away in the depth of the wood. We were the first to arrive, and he bent down to feel if the grass was dry enough to fight on.

"It’s beautiful!", he said, "Not too hard, and not too soft. Now Robin, don’t be alarmed, but I’m going to pretend to be the monster bully Hubert, and put the same grip on you that he did to that poor kid this morning. Don’t worry! I’ll not hurt you, although you may feel some pressures here and there. Then when I’ve held you for a few minutes, I’ll show you a secret way in which you can break the hold and throw me off, even though I’m stronger than you."

Feeling very exposed and nervous and guilty, I slowly lay down with my bare back resting on the sweet smelling soft grass. Very carefully and gently Peter sat on my stomach using the well known schoolboy pin. I could feel his butt pressing on my crotch, which alarmed me greatly, in case I got a hard on which he could feel through the thin cotton material of my shorts.

"Don’t worry", he said as if he could read my mind, "I’ve got some adjustments to make before I end up with exactly the same hold as Hubert had."

Peter then gradually stretched out flat on top of me, so that we were face to face. In response to this intimate position, and the feel of his warm skin against mine, my whole body shivered and quivered, both at the same time.

Next Pete put his knees outside mine, and grapevined both my legs by twisting each of his ankles round mine. Finally he twisted my left arm behind my head. I knew that there was no escape from this close body contact, and a warm glow began to spread from my stomach to all the rest of my body. But at the same time I was horrified to feel my prick expanding, where it lay in my shorts, exactly beneath Pete’s crotch.

Now he put his head close alongside mine and whispered. "Put your right hand round my back, and don’t worry about anything at all." (Was this a reference to my fears about my cock?) "To give you excellent practice, I’m going to hold you like this for ten minutes, and you should try to escape. However keep your right arm round my back, as it will be needed later on. If you get really upset, just tap twice or shout out `Give! Give!` and I will release you at once."

I said nothing, and just wanted this lovely feeling in my body to go on and on. I could feel Pete tightening all his grips and locks one by one, but he didn't really hurt me. What I liked was the feeling of being completely under his control. There was now no point in feeling guilty, as there was nothing I could do to escape this scrumptious skin against skin contact.

After about ten minutes of sheer bliss, I felt Pete move his hips in such a way as to push me down deeper into the grass. He repeated this movement, and with each pressure I felt myself being pushed along a bit more. My cock had now become rock hard, and as the pressures and frequencies of the thrusts increased, and Pete began to pant, I suddenly realized, with a huge sense of shock, that his movement were erotic in the extreme and that he was approaching a climax.

I had a bitter feeling that I had been conned, and that all Peter wanted was my body, and didn't care a toss about teaching me self defense. I re-doubled my efforts to escape from this second bully of the day, but his grips were as iron, while he rhythmically squashed down on my crotch faster and faster.

Even though I was disillusioned by Peter’s behavior, I could not deny that I also was enjoying myself, and fast approaching my own climax, as I clasped his back tighter to me.

At last, with a great groan of pleasure Peter climaxed, as did I at the same moment, and we both lay entwined together on the cool turf until our rates of breathing returned to normal.

I was still feeling very bitter, until Pete turned to me with a friendly smile and murmured, "Don’t take it too hard Robin. This is the treatment I give to all new boys who want to join my gang, and you have been well and truly initiated, and are now a full member, unless of course you don’t want membership.You’ll get your chance to wreak your revenge on me in the future, or even tonight if things work out that way."

Looking round I was amazed to see that the previously empty glade now had nine schoolboys in it all laughing and smiling at me. It seems that the initiation of new members was always witnessed by as many of the other members who could attend.

"Now Robin!" laughed Peter, "I’ll put the same hold on you again, but this time I’ll show you how to throw off the guy holding you."

My anger had by now subsided, and it felt wonderful to be a member of a group whose members were so friendly, supported each other - and didn't have any hang ups about erotic wrestling.

I lay down again with Peter on top.

"Remove your right arm from round my back and bring your hand close to my chin."

I obeyed.

"Now press your right thumb strongly into my neck, just under my ear."

As I did that, there was a sharp yelp from Peter, who leaped off me with alacrity.

"Thanks guys," I said to the gang. I’ll never forget that trick. I’ll call it my ‘Initiation Escape Trick’." "Peter, you said that I would have a chance to get my own back, possibly tonight. What did you mean by that?"

"Well, when the Escaper’s Gang was getting organized, we found that some of our new members were upset by the initiation fight. So to make them feel better and to develop a strong identity with the gang, and vice versa, we allowed the new member to choose one of us, and apply his own favorite hold(s) to hold him for up to an hour together with whatever squashing he wanted - but without really hurting him."

I was overjoyed to hear this, because I had been having instant fantasies about the smallest and prettiest member of the group. I found out later that he was called "Thighs" because once he got them round someone’s neck and locked on, it was virtually impossible to escape.

I caught Thigh’s eye, and we both knew instantly that I was going to choose him for my "victim". In my new state of freedom from guilt, I could feel my prick beginning to tingle as I thought of the various positions I would like to get into with the youngster. I remembered the one that turned me on most in my solitary masturbations at home, and the thought that I might be able to shape this into reality sent shivers up and down my spine. Even the fact that it would be in public didn't deter me.

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