A Too Late Night Short Story

Danny was in a hurry on one dark night after a long University day, to catch his last ride home. The streets, emptier than usual, echoed as his flip flops slammed against his small, sweaty soles with every step, his black sweatpants revealing his slim legs and ankles and his black, medium length hair jumping up and down in rhythm with his steps. His slender, feminine build glides across the streets, when he hears a distant manly voice calling out to him.

"Excuse me" said the stranger as he slowly approached Danny "Could you give me a little money?"

Danny stopped in his tracks and turned around to face the man. A beggar in dirty worn clothes.

"Sorry, I barely have enough for the ride home, I can't give you any."

He said in a respectful but anxious manner, fearing that his bus would leave before he arrives at the station. The beggars face turned into a smile.

"Well, you will be good enough too. I didn't have any fun in a while anyway."

Said the man as he reached down and pulled his penis out of his pants. Danny was in a panic as he tried to make sense of what's happening, but before he could react, a hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards the slit. The damp, wet and dark tunnel hugged him tightly as he came to himself, the shock and fear of the situation settled into his mind. His head was engulfed by the man's penis, pulsing and sucking on him with incredible force, trying to get him into the now very eager sack. Danny tried to push himself out, but his soles were slipping inside the flip flops and the grip on him was too strong.

He knew his unfortunate situation will only get worse, as he felt a hand on his ass pushing him deeper. The beggar gave it his all, pushing extra hard on him and flexing his dick at the same time to get his soon-to-be load inside the sack as soon as possible. It was successful, with a loud squelching sound, Danny got pushed inside up to his waist, arms pinned by his sides, without any chance to get out. His legs and feet flailing in the air, the constant contraction turning him on his back inside the tight tunnel, leaving his toes pointing upwards, his soles glazed with precum as his captor's arousal lubricates him. Sliding down into his doom in a steady pace, his pleas getting muffled by the fleshy walls

"Please...don't...I can't-can't give you anything, Please just let me out!"

His struggling form was visible on the outside, too bad no-one was around to do anything. His head entered the pulsing sack, stretching it out as he swiftly gets devoured. On the outside, his feet were the only thing that remained to feel the outside air one last time, as his flip flops fell of his feet, revealing a pair of perfectly smooth, soft and sweaty bare sole, precum flowing down to his heel, making them shine. He curled and spread his toes in a panic, as if he was still trying to grab on to something that could help him. The beggar, although enjoying the feeling and situation, began to flex his dick in a steady rhythm, swallowing his perfect soles inch by inch, until only his toes remained to be gulped.

For one last time, the beggar changed his mind, as he grabbed Danny's big toes and suckled on them for a few minutes. Danny, feeling hopeless, began to feel his skin tingling. Panic taking over him even more, he froze in fear, but he didn't know it's just the beginning. The beggar let go of the supple feet, letting nature to run it's course as his twitching toes vanished behind the slit with a loud, wet pop. The outlines of his feet visible as they rapidly slide into the sack.

As the last of him enters the slimy prison, it begins it's part of the fun. Danny, kicking and pushing on the scrotum walls, feels as the space around him gets smaller and smaller, until he is forced to curl into a ball, soles resting on the sticky walls. He cannot move, as he gets softer and softer, pain building up as the sack is kneading him with wet squelching sounds, knowing no mercy. In the meantime, the beggar went back to his usual resting place, the darker alley near the place where he got this fine and easy load, jerking off and enjoying the muffled begging and crying of his prey, before wasting him in one of the lonely corners, never to return home.