Chapter One

 

Felix crept slowly across the dark lawn. The night was warm, and a thin layer of cloud hid the moon and stars. It was a perfect night for this.

He paused for a moment, holding his breath and listening. He lay on his belly about halfway between the shrubbery and the house. He'd spent more than an hour sitting in that shrubbery, observing the place. He'd even tossed some small stones toward a few different spots to see whether there were any of those sentry lights that come on when they detect motion. Nothing.

Although he felt reasonably safe, he was practiced enough to know that it was always worthwhile to stop every now and then, just to look around and listen one more time. Now, as he lay still in the short grass, he reviewed in his mind the layout of the neighborhood. The house toward which he crept was about 100 feet back from the street, at the end of a long driveway. Since he was approaching from the back of the house, there was no chance of his being caught in the headlights of normal street traffic. There was no house directly opposite this one, and the houses to either side all had large yards, so he had a comfortable cover of darkness in which to lurk unseen. The excitement made him giddy.

Felix liked to watch. He was an old-fashioned voyeur, sneaking peeks here and there, catching glimpses where he could. He loved the sensation of peering at people in the nakedness they believed to be secret; safe and hidden, he could enter the most intimate moments of people's lives, join them in their total lustful abandon, experience people showing parts of themselves in a way that would never happen with anyone who knew that he was there. His love life, when it came to partners who were actually conscious of his presence, had been mediocre. It was in these secret stealings of images and sounds that he truly became aroused, every ounce of him filled with a raging lust that got him hard within minutes after orgasm, allowing him to come a dozen times or more in a single night. He could never perform so well with an actual lover.

Tonight was about as perfect as it got. He had inside information. The Internet Age had greatly aided his special pursuits in various ways, and tonight it had come through again. Pretending to be a woman, he had joined multitudes of online groups, fishing for events and locations that would allow him to view some juicy action. And tonight, it would be juicy. At least ten women would be in this house, having come to take part in an all-female orgy that involved a lot of toys, bondage, and S&M. He knew from chatting as his false persona that most of the women were actually bi, several even married to men, but that this event was strictly "ladies only." His erection pulsed against his black pants just thinking about it. This could be his biggest score ever. He'd made sure to bring a high-end digital camera along-the kind that could make short videos as well as take pictures. One of his pockets held close to twenty extra memory cards for the camera. He was going to enjoy this opportunity not just tonight, but for countless nights yet to come.

Rising slowly and quietly from the grass, but remaining low, he crawled the rest of the way toward one of the back windows, crouching against the wall just beneath it. Experience told him that this would be one of the windows in the living room. As he'd expected, the curtains had been pulled, but there remained a small triangle of space to one side. Rising very slowly, he eventually brought his eyes level with the windowsill, then slightly higher.

Unbelievable. He had an opening at least two inches wide and four or five inches high, and through this he could see a number of women in the living room. His cock oozed as he noted that the action had already begun. In the center of the room, he could just make out the top portion of a naked woman who was bent at the waist, her ass taking a flogging from another woman, this one topless, wielding a large leather strap. On a couch nearby, a woman sat naked except for a blindfold, her hands behind her back and ropes criss-crossing her torso. Her legs were spread, knees held apart by two women who sat on either side of her, and one of these women was holding a vibrator between the forcibly opened legs. Felix could hear the vibrator, could hear even more loudly the squeals of combined delight and protest leaping from the bound woman's mouth.

This was too much. He was nearly ready to come as he sat there, watching through the window from his comfortable distance, enveloped in shadow. He snapped a few pictures right away (with the camera's flash set to "off," of course), then, unable to contain himself, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.

Chapter Two

 

Felix was a small man-about five and a half feet tall, only a hundred and twenty pounds-but his manhood was disproportionately large. His cock was huge, appearing extra huge given his size, and his lust was correspondingly titanic. When engaged in his secret pursuits, surging with adrenaline from the nervous need for stealth and the excitement of his criminal acts, his physical desire magnified even more, leaving him nearly helpless in the grip of a sexual energy far beyond the high of any drug he'd ever done.

Now, half-crouching, watching, secretive, immediately glimpsing everything he'd hoped to see tonight, he caressed his hard flesh, fondled his freshly shaven balls. He'd found that shaving his genitals further heightened all of the wonderful sensations on the skin of that area, and he'd prepared for tonight by shaving only a few hours before arriving. More women walked through the room as he watched, strolling around in various states of undress, groping and fondling each other, handcuffing each other... he stroked somewhat faster... one woman was on all fours, eating another's pussy while a third fucked her from behind with a strap-on... his grip tightened, he stroked harder... the squeals from inside became louder, and he couldn't hold on... he was tightening and swelling and ready to explode....

"Hey!" came a sharp cry, and suddenly a bright light fell upon him. He spun around quickly in a reflex, letting go of his cock, which pulsed in the air. Another light appeared out of the darkness of the yard behind him. "What the hell are you doing?!" demanded a second voice. Both voices had been female. A third and a fourth light appeared: flashlights. He couldn't see who was behind them. He shielded his eyes with one hand as he tried to figure the best way of getting out of there. He'd been caught. If he dashed to his left, though, around the nearest corner of the house, he should be able to make it into the bushes of the neighboring yard. He moved to do just this, but still another person came around that very corner, and this time, a hand grabbed his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" said a rather sinister voice, another woman. He tried once to pull free, but it didn't work. In any case, within another second or two he was seized by several other hands. His blood tingled. This had never happened before. He'd been caught. Actually caught.

"Bring him inside, ladies," said one very authoritative voice. Immediately, Felix was half-led, half-dragged across the lawn, his legs weak with nervous fear, his pants still open and his large erection still waving around as he stumbled among his captors. They rounded the corner and came to the front of the house; one woman was holding open the front door, and the bright light above the door made Felix cringe. He was supposed to be in the shadows; he was supposed to be the one in power here. How had this happened?

The women guided him briskly through the door into the brightly lit kitchen area of the house. The white tiles of the floor, and the fluorescent lights that gleamed off all the stainless steel appliances, created an intensely bright background that made his all-black outfit stand out sharply. His cock, too, huge and white, was emphasized by the black clothes. This was about as caught as he could be. There was no way to hide, to skulk, to run, and certainly no way of denying what he had been doing. Even now, one of the women was fumbling with his camera, and two more were going through his pockets, bringing out the memory cards, his wallet (why the hell had he brought that, anyway?), and his slim cell phone. The phone he'd brought mostly for its picture-taking capacity; though he had his real camera here, he had become lustfully greedy over time and now wanted some pictures right on his phone too.

"Hold him still," said the same authoritative voice that had just spoken outside. Felix could now see that it belonged to an extraordinarily tall, somewhat heavy-set woman with long black hair that was pulled back and tied high on her head. The commotion had by now attracted the attention of the women in the other rooms, who had come into the kitchen. He was now surrounded by about a dozen women in various costumes and states of undress.

"And what have we here?"

"A Peeping Tom!"

"A voyeur."

"He was watching through the window."

"He even took pictures!" exclaimed the woman with the camera, who was now pushing buttons and seeing all of the photos Felix had taken. This was not good.

"Pictures of us?!" one woman shouted, then stepped forward to grab the front of his shirt and shake him. "You little bastard..." she said in a low, ominous tone.

"I say we call the cops," said one.

"N-no," he stammered. "Please... no cops!"

"We have plenty of evidence," said another. "But let's get some more." Then she, a lean woman with straight red hair, took the camera and began snapping pictures of Felix as the other women held him still. "How do you like it?" she said. "How do you like having pictures taken while you're half naked?" Some of the women who were holding him began grabbing his penis, which had remained erect the whole time, and holding it up at various angles for the camera. "Maybe we should post some of these online," one said. "That'll teach him."