The Broken Streetlight

THE BROKEN STREETLIGHT

A Short Story

by

Yungie Boi

2026

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The Broken Streetlight

Copyright © 2026 by Yungie Boi

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This work contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature readers aged 18 and older only. By purchasing and reading this story, you acknowledge that you are a consenting adult of legal age, fully aware of the graphic depictions of consensual power exchange, dominance and submission, older/younger dynamics, and intense erotic acts contained herein. All characters are fictional and above 18 years old. This is adult erotic fiction.

THE BROKEN STREETLIGHT

The streetlight at the mouth of the alley has been broken for three weeks. The city hasn't fixed it. The city won't fix it. The alley is a black mouth, no light, no visibility, just the shapes of dumpsters and fire escapes and the distant glow from the street behind me, fading to nothing five steps in.

I'm kneeling. My knees are on concrete—cold, rough, damp—and my hands are on the ground in front of me, palms flat, fingers spread. My jeans are around my thighs. My ass is up. My cock is hard, hanging between my legs, and the air is cold on my skin, on my hole, on my balls.

The blindfold is a strip of black cloth, tied tight behind my head. I can't see anything. Not light, not shadow, not shape. Just black. Just the inside of the cloth and the inside of my own skull.

There's a coffee can ...