Used Socks for Sale (Ending)

Your sister doesn't disconnect your consciousness from your form immediately. Instead, you can hear her muffled voice through the box. It sounds as if she is shooting another video for her blog.

"Hello again, girl fashion fans," you hear your sister speak, "As you know, I have been wearing my brother for weeks. I really put him through the paces this time, didn't change him for days. Now, I know what you pervs like, and so I am auctioning him off to the highest bidder."

You mentally scream as you hear this, your sister is selling you to one of her pervy followers!

"Now now, what could you be planning on doing with my dirty sock of a brother? Tee hee, couldn't imagine," she replies with obviously false innocence.

You try everything in your power to move, but realize that you are completely screwed here.

"Oh...oh wow, look at those donations..." you hear your sister muttering before suddenly pausing.

"Uh...whoops. Looks like I didn't put big bro to sleep before I started this stream. Wow, judging by the spike in donations, you really are some sadistic creeps." Your sister laughs and finishes, "But, I suppose I better put him to bed now."

And, with that, you suddenly lose conscousness.

When you regained conscousness, you were still in the box. You could a muffled voice that you didn't recognize...a deep man's voice. He was speaking with someone about signing off on the package, likely the one which you were in.

It didn't take long before light flooded the package, revealing a man in his mid thirties with unkempt blonde hair and stubble resulting from days without shaving. The man was dressed sloppily, in a loose fitting shirt and jeans.

He never bothered to introduce himself. In fact, the only thing he said to you, he said right after unpackaging. He held you up, looked straight at you, and said, "I'm gonna fill you with jizz and never wash you, just what a slutty sock like you deserves."

Since that day, you find yourself either hidden in the box in which you arrived, or **** to take part in the man's masturbation sessions. He pulls you from the box, sniffs at you in a way that would send a shiver down your spine, pulls up your sister's blog, and slides you over his cock.

Depending upon which sock he chooses, it either feels like he's stuffing his cock down your throat or up your ass. The taste of his cock is revolting, he doesn't bother to wash before jacking off. The feel of his cock in your ass is violating.

You can feel the pressure as he masturbates, and can feel or taste is cum as he inevitably climaxes.

You've wondered why you haven't been thrown out, but when he tosses you back into the box, there is some sort of process that seems to allow you to either absorb or evaporate off the drying cum. Either way, the taste and feeling of being soaked fades, while leaving your sister's scent on the socks.

Due to this miracle of technology being used for the most perverse of ends, you seem to be this man's permanent cum sock.