The Shrink Twink's Tunnel
By: Semibu
Work's been great and I've got a spare £100 to spend. I'm not looking for romance, just a simple
night of uncomplicated pleasure. I'd been flicking through this week's edition of GUYS, happened
upon the advertisements and soon found myself eyeing up the photos of fit young male
prostitutes, trading under the flimsy job descriptions of escorts or masseurs. I've been `in the
mood' for weeks but had no action, apart from my left hand, of course. This blatant commercial
for cum was too good to pass up: 'Oriental Twink with genuinely hot hungry hole. Handsome,
defined, fit. Offers full service. Very discreet.' I wonder if he really is handsome. It's difficult to tell
from this tiny rear shot picture. Nice butt, nice hole, ample balls and a fabulous dick. Anyway, who
cares about the face when the rest of him is like that! I'll soon find out. He's expecting me. I ring
the bell.
The security door lock buzzes and clunks. I step in, shutting out the noises of the busy afternoon
street and make my way up the threadbare stairway. And there he is – NAKED! Wow, he is
handsome, extremely cute. He's also very young - 21, perhaps. I hope I'm not too old for
him. He smiles as I ascend the steps, reaches out a welcoming hand and guides me through the
only doorway on the landing and gently closes and locks it.
"Hello Michael. I'm Effin. You look nervous." His voice is very soft, with a hint of Hong Kong, and
rather mischievous in tone.
"Not nervous, Effin. I was just expecting you to be a little older." He helps me off with my coat. "I
don't usually do this kind of thing, in fact, this is my first time. So…"
"It's very easy," he assures me as he helps me off with the rest of my clothes. "Just a few rules. I
don't kiss and I don't give head. I'll jack you off if you want." We're now sitting on the bed. " But
you can suck my dick. It's beautiful."
He lays back, puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. I don't bother even trying to
take in my surroundings. The room is just a blur. I'm just focused on his fine erection – not the
biggest in the world but enough to put mine to shame! I'm down on him in a flash, kicking off my
shoes and bringing my legs up onto the mattress as I lap up his magnificent flavours and scents.
He hardly makes a sound as he gyrates his pelvis and thrusts his hips. This is unbelievably good.
My stare is fixed on his rippling six-pack, my upturned hand slides beneath his scrotum sac and
beyond, feeling around for the grand entrance.
"You like butt, Michael?"
"I love it, Effin. I love butts like yours!" I pull away from sucking his delicious cock. I'm losing all
my inhibitions here. This boy is really turning me on. "That's why I'm here. It's that photo of your
backside. You wouldn't believe what I could do for your butt!"
"You want to lick my butt, Michael?" His words are so stimulating and inviting. "Do you want to
worship my butt? Do you want to be my butt slave?"
My every fantasy is coming true: I'm going to rim a pretty young dominant twink! This incredibly
sexy boy certainly knows how to manipulate. I'm saying yes to everything. Suddenly he's on all
fours and I'm face to face with a beautifully tanned pout in a pale valley of smooth pert buttocks.
He repeats my name over and over as I bury my lips and French kiss his musky manhole. I wrap
my arms around his legs and hug. I close my eyes and lose myself totally. My head rushes.
Suddenly I'm standing up, my arms no longer able to encompass his thighs. I blink. I'm up on my
two feet but his rear is still at eye level. How can this be? I dive in and lick frantically, questions
rolling around my mind, his constant moaning encouraging me to persevere.
"My butt loves you, Michael," he says with a smile in his voice. "It really loves you. It wants you,
Michael. All of you."
Another head rush and I fall back on the bed. Effin is still on all fours, just like his photograph in
the advertisement. He seems so big. I feel…so…small. Hell, I'm shrinking! I'm actually shrinking.
3 feet… 2 feet …18 inches…
"Good boy, Michael!"
"Effin," I stammer, "What's happening to me? Help me!"
"Don't worry, little man. My butt will take good care of you. Remember, my butt loves you!"
Suddenly his oriental accent is somewhat less charming and rather more sinister. I've stopped
reducing but I'm only 12 inches tall. My heart is pounding. This is weird. This can't be happening.
A huge hand reaches out and swipes me up from the sheets. I try to escape. Effin is once again
on his back, his knees bend and rise to his chest. He pushes me against his manhood.
"Kiss my dick, Michael."
Obediently, I reach out and embrace him. I press my mouth against the throbbing helmet of a
weapon almost as long as I am tall. Pre-cum glistens as Effin's sniggers turn into evil laughter
and he lowers me over his balls and down to his delectable rear. Although my arms are free, I am
reluctant to fight for fear of annoying him. He could crush me. His huge fingers are firm about my
waist and legs. My once cold feet are suddenly warmed as they push through his damp, clenched
sphincter. His pucker relents and my ankles are drawn within. His hand releases and drops me. I
am now on my back, my legs raised and my feet disappearing into Effin's hole.
"You like being my Butt slave, Michael?"
"Effin, what are you doing to me?"
"Don't worry, it's nice and clean in there. I douched about an hour ago."
"Douched? Effin, please tell me what's going on!"
"I douched to make sure there would be plenty of room for you."
Effin grabs at the sheets and groans. His pucker relaxes as his smooth inner flesh pulls. I watch
in horror as I slide in up to my knees. His anal hold is desperately strong. He swivels his hips and
pants hard. Suddenly, an almighty spasm drags me in to my waist, my middle and all too soon to
my chest. I peer up at his now sweating bag. He has taken his length in his hand and is bending it
forwards for me to see.
"Effin! What are you doing? What's happening? Please speak to me!"
"I don't like being a prostitute, Michael, but it's the only way I can afford to live. So when
worthless, dirty perverts like you answer my advertisement, I invite them over, not for sex but to
shrink them and then feed them alive to my hot, hungry hole. Then I take their money." He
laughs. "I earned over £4,000 last month and all from frustrated little losers like you! They all got
eaten up just like it's happening to you, Michael, swallowed alive and whole!"
"Pull me out, Effin!" My helpless struggles thrill the gorgeous boy. "Don't do this to me, I beg you!
Don't suck me in!"
"Be a good little man and push your arms inside. It'll make it all so easy for us both."
I know not why by I obey his command and my hands and forearms are swiftly engulfed. Now my
fingers can feel the slime and warmth of his formidable rectum. My torso is jolted. I sink to my
neck, his ring wraps gently around my throat as if to warn me of its powerful potential as my entire
body is held snugly by his treacherous tunnel. I simply cannot come to terms with my
predicament. Less than 30 minutes ago I was out on the street, a normal, healthy guy, not a
trouble in the world. Now I am a 12-inch freak begging for my life and being devoured anally by
this piece of prostitute trash!
"Effin, please, I'll suffocate!"
"That's right, Michael. You're going to be snuffed out like a piece of dirt by my beautiful butt. Not
for a while, though" he chuckles. "You'll be safe and warm inside me for at least an hour or
so before you suffocate and die."
"Effin…"
"Then your body gets broken down…"
"Spare me, Effin…"
"Then I have to visit the bathroom and that's the end of you."
"Effin!"
"I'm going to lower my legs and suck you in all the way now. Hear that, Michael, all the way."
"Take my money. Have it all! Just help me, please!"
"Goodbye, Michael. It's time for you to squirm and suffer!"
His sphincter suddenly loosens, slurps and flexes. Slowly and softly it works its way up from the
back of my head and chin, over my mouth and nose, over my crown and eventually begins to
contract over my eyes: Darkness, heat and stench. I am completely within him. From head to toe
my whole body is being squelched and massaged. I am fighting to draw breath as rectal
peristalsis squeezes me deep into his pristine young physique. I am soon jammed into my final
resting place. I now await suffocation. My demise will amuse this handsome fresh twink.