Ending Five

How long had it been since he stuffed with a tube sock? High school? College? His early twenties? Maybe late teens? He did not know, but it felt strange returning to old practices while he allowed for his prosthetic to dry on the mattress in his stateroom. He placed his boyhood into the sock’s opening before wrapping the end around the rest of his package. He pulled on a fitting pair of low-cut mini briefs, pivoting his spurious bulge at his crotch to emulate his manly appearance. He sighed. He felt frustrated he could not get the “right look.” But he bore that he was not looking to impress. He had to remedy what he could between Debbie and himself.

He left in polo shorts, athletic sandals and a classic stringer tank top to meet Debbie in her room, one of the luxury cruise cabins stationed on the principal decks. Even as Lou navigated the exterior regions, he could not help but acknowledge the various high-profile furnishings, oceanic views through the grand windows and typical Scandinavian design merging the simple, linear spaces with the functionality entailed within beauty. He tapped at Debbie’s door, curious why it was ajar. But all he heard were the jumbled sounds of her subtle cries as Tristian comforted her. He entered so he could hear their words.

“He disappeared. He saw us and he left. I have to apologise, Tristian. I led him on.”

“Debbie, you did nothing of the sort...you...we...okay. If you feel you must, you should. I just...”

Lou stood still by the entrance, admiring the imposing scale of the two-level suite. He crouched, listening on while they talked upstairs.

“What’s wrong, Tristian?”

“Debbie. Lou and I had bad blood since high school. He broke me for years. If it wasn’t for you...I...I don’t know where I would be now.”

There was a tender shuffle before momentary silence.

“Don’t worry, Debbie. I’m okay. This is not about me. You’re not betraying me, so please don’t think that.”

“Tristian...you were always so nice. So loving and caring. I don’t want you to assume I would disregard all of that. It’s just--”

“--you got caught off guard by his big dick.”

The two laughed, though their scuffling mounted once Tristian issued a whisper to which Debbie answered “yes.” Lou’s pulse hastened, pushing backwards towards the door upon sighting Debbie’s and Tristian’s nude bodies at the translucent upstairs balcony as they walked. He held a grunt, noting Tristian’s rigid cock standing upright while he held his crush’s hands. Her skin radiating a pinkish glow. When he could no longer see them, he released his held breath, only to jerk upon hearing Debbie’s gasps.

“Tristian...I...I want you.”

“You don’t want Lou Smallwood’s big dick, huh?”

She panted again, moaning as tendered puckers resounded throughout the interior.

“I only need you, Tristian. I only need your cock.”

Lou grimaced, cupping his tensed groin. His budding erection pulled against the tube socks.

“Tristian. Oh, Tristian,” she moaned, the billionaire’s kisses more saturated and distinct, “I’m...I’m cumming.”

“Go ahead, babe. I have all night with you.”

More scuffles before squawky creaking and sucking. At first, slow before becoming faster. Harsher. Wetter.

“Babe...fuck...you’re so good,” grunted Tristian, his breaths harsh and strained.

Lou moaned, pulling down his shorts as he palmed against his bulging briefs. He burned at the escalating desire to watch his crush suck his rival off. Suck off a dick much larger than his. A dick capable of providing her sensual pleasure he could only dream of.

“I want you inside me! Please!” whimpered Debbie.

“Fuck...” Lou murmured, his palming augmenting and eroding his bulge, bringing him slight discomfort that only worsened when the much-awaited claps followed. Tristian’s black cock pounding the wet pussy of his conquest, who moaned loudly from the pleasure.

“Faster, Tristian! Please faster!”

Lou’s breathing hastened before he pulled down his briefs, allowing his saturated sock to fall while exposing his sensitive, hardened inch. He groaned, feeling the cool air pushing towards impending inevitability. The desire rose with the slightest trace of his thumb on his purplish glans. Tristian won Debbie’s heart and sex. And here he bared witness, which he celebrated by jerking off like a pitiful loser. Pleasure again flowed through his entire body. Contracting his tense muscles without touch. Lou beseeched via petulant susurration, unsure whether to grasp his crotch in attempts at abating orgasm or stay unmoving, hoping the exhilarated sensations that nabbed him would ebb. But it proved no difference, for as Tristian’s deep grunts compounded Debbie’s sensual cries, he groaned aloud. His deplorable control providing for milky savoury ejections to propel from his erection. Some dousing the furnishings and carpet before he could overtake the continuous pulsing seeds with his tube sock.

“Who’s there?!” shouted Debbie, prompting Lou to stand.

He struggled to pull up his briefs and shorts while tumultuously rushing out of the suite, pushing the creamed makeshift packer into the crotch of his polos. A few passing guests gave him dubious looks, though their suspicion dissolved into laughter. Neither taking their eyes off his exposed and flittering right butt cheek while he scampered down the stairs.

Nightmares taunted and plagued Lou throughout the night, each specific terror emplacing him before an entranced Debbie whose long, low resonance of sexual pleasure swelled while Tristian pummelled her fertile passage. Lou stroked off his minute member, crooning each time Debbie glanced at him. Her sadistic smirk heightening his satisfaction.

“So small, Lou. Tiny even. Don’t you wish you were a man like Tristian?”

Lou nodded, jerking faster in line with Tristian’s domineering pace. The billionaire remained silent, allowing his woman to tease, laugh and mock Lou’s boyhood until yet again another premature orgasm.

“Only two seconds? Poor Lou...”

Debbie’s fleeting snickers pulled the jock awake. His anxiety worsening at the seeping wetness which spoiled the bed linen. He punched the wall, spitting expletives as he cleaned up his residual excitement for the third time within the past couple of hours. His mood soured, remaining so for the rest of that morning while he prepared to disembark.

After finalising last minute payments, Alex and Lou sat at one of the breakfast dining venues until their scheduled leaving. Neither sure what to say given the recent events concerning Debbie’s and Tristian’s relationship. Only when Lou’s phone beeped did the silence break.

“TC needs to meet,” said the jock, reviewing the text on his mobile.

“Ignore it, bro. He just wants to rub it in.”

Lou snorted.

“He got one body count compared to my many. Not a competition.”

Even his bravado behind the words quivered, which Alex noted through a knowing look. Lou waved it off.

“I’ll be back. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, bro. Remember we leave at noon.”

Lou nodded, before returning to the luxury cruise suites, where he entered through the only opened door. At the centre of his modern office space surrounded by various decorations and furnishings, a casually dressed Tristian sat at his barren desk, withstanding the filled water bottle and his desktop computer. Lou locked the golden doors abaft him, occasionally glancing at the large, titivated living area of the lofty room which overlooked the ocean, similar to the flat windows behind Tristian. The billionaire gestured to the two seats before his organic rectangular administrative desk, though Lou declined, waving his hand away.

“Let’s cut the bullshit, TC. You won, and I lost. Happy?”

Tristian eyed Lou peculiarly, before chuckling to himself.

“Winning Debbie’s heart was not a matter of keeping up with the Joneses, Smallwood. I’ve never cared for one-upping you.”

Lou smirked.

“And here I thought all this money was to compensate for the little guy downstairs.”

Tristian laughed before shaking his head.

“Got to give it to you, Lou. Still stuck on the dick jokes even after all these years. Always about measuring up? Am I right?”

Tristian smiled, though its authenticity questionable.

“Makes me think I’m not the one compensating here.”

Lou grabbed his crotch, his large bulge evident, nevertheless Tristian appeared unfazed. If anything, he looked amused, a sneer creeping upwards over his cheeks.

“What’s funny? We both know who's packing.”

“True,” spoke Tristian, typing on his computer, “but Debbie doesn’t.”

In seconds, the jock paled, mindlessly taking a seat as his rival turned his monitor screen. There played a looped recording of him jerking off his micro cock as he kneeled at Debbie’s stateroom entrance. Frantically ejaculating onto the tube sock (along with everywhere else) that fell from his tight briefs minutes earlier.

“How...what...fuck.”

Tristian laughed, as joyous as it was cruel before he closed the media player software, his attention on the flushing jock.

“Doesn’t look like you’re packing much, Little Sausage.”

Lou jumped up, prepared to punch the man. However, the billionaire positioned the cursor towards an email with the video attached.

“I suggest you pacify that Napoleon complex, LS, or else you might find yourself a viral sensation by the time you get home.”

Lou stopped, his heavy breathing filling the room before he dropped his fists at his sides. Tristian nodded, kneeling back in his chair before placing his crossed feet on his desk.

“W-w-what do you want?” questioned Lou, a cold sweat cascading his face.

Tristian laughed, nipping his lip before responding.

“Strip.”

“What?! You already saw--”

“--but I prefer to see it in person, especially since you were so proud to show it off a minute ago. Now strip, LS.”

Lou’s chest ached, the mere thought concerning his foolish bravado making him stagger.

“Strip now or else.”

Lou flinched, tremors coursing through him before he inhaled deeply to settle his profuse nausea. He took his time pulling off his shirt and jeans, hesitating for a few seconds before the clearing of Tristian’s throat. He stripped his briefs, leaving his prosthetic to sway in front of him. Tristian simpered, pivoting himself to grab his water bottle. He twisted the cap, taking two sips before throwing the fluid at the jock’s crotch. Lou gave Tristian a pained stare, gritting his teeth because of the ice-cold chills that turned into smarting pain once the billionaire threw the plastic at his falsehood, which had plummeted with a thud.

“There it is. I guess...,” said Tristian, laughing aloud at the peaking of his shrivelled nub from his hairy groin. Lou’s body burned from the humiliation. He looked away.

“Well, this explains your hesitation last night. I couldn’t imagine what everyone would think if they saw behind your dildo was your happy button. Maybe kernel would be more appropriate.”

Tristian smirked, placing his fists against his lips to subdue his amusement. To no avail.

“No wonder you’ve never made a move on Debbie. She would laugh you out of the room. Likely after she re-appraised your reproductive function.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Tristian wagged his pinkie.

“Calm down, LS. You may have the balls, but you’re hardly big enough to talk man-to-man.”

Lou flushed again, his tiny nub twitching at least twice. Neither went unnoticed as Tristian laughed.

“I suspected you would enjoy this. From how you relished when I made love to what you thought was your woman. Fucking her so hard, all she could do was call my name. She forgot you in seconds. Just as I planned.”

“W-what?!”

Tristian nodded, his smile growing brighter.

“I thought you would try to get Debbie back into your graces, so I arranged the set up at the entrance. But who would have thought I catch you jerking your baby carrot to us fucking?”

“TC...please.”

“No,” said Tristian, standing up from his chair.

He walked towards the jock, crushing his wet prosthetic until the shaft split before kicking it into the clothing piled at his feet.

“From this day forward, I own you. You will quit your job and send an application to my company to be my assistant.”

Lou clenched his jaw, trembling under Tristian’s engrossment of his full frame.

“T-Tristian, please.”

“You have a lot to make up for, Smallwood. And I know a splendid opportunity when I see one. How do you think I got to where I am,” he leered, “you will enjoy the weekly audios of Debbie and I fucking. Of her pleasuring a bigger man. Much bigger man.”

Lou swallowed, his legs weakening once Tristian looked down at his steel-like member, which barely pushed through his uncultivated pubes. The young man smiled, chuckling beneath his breath before he gestured Lou to get dressed. The jock did as he was told, as quickly as he could, sweltering from Tristian’s continued stares at all of his nude body.

“Cuck.”

Lou looked up, acknowledging his title without hesitation while exchanging glances with his future employer.

“Now on you will call me Sir. Understood?”

Lou nodded, grimacing before uttering his response.

“Yes...Sir.”

End