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He took no pride in it, but Geonbu was viewed as the innocent one of the Generation Corporate executives.
Really, that said less about him and more about the others: his competition made not clearing that bar near impossible, even while dragging his feet. Geonbu lacked Jihoon’s bloodthirsty avarice, Kiin’s chronic apathy, Siwoo’s messy tendencies. Called by his given name, Suhwan was pure enough, but his family name - one shared by the company's founder - seeped with enough hostile greed to stain his hands with a metallic gold sheen he could never hope to scrub out.
Geonbu did have a sin to call his own, albeit a private one. His name was ShowMaker, and he was unknowingly the greatest benefactor of Geonbu’s financial success.
The routine went like this: every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, after a long day of work, Geonbu would recline on the lush mattress of his penthouse apartment and let the heat from his laptop warm his stomach. He'd open a crisp black incognito window and pull up ShowMaker’s stream. A cascade of thumbnails would greet him: ShowMaker in cat ears, ShowMaker in a maid costume, a pixelated image of nude tones. Each image served as a snapshot, a reminder of Geonbu’s past nights spent in the camboy’s entourage.
As the LIVE indicator blinked red, Geonbu clicked to join the stream once more, only to be blocked by a pop-up announcing it was time to renew his membership. Ever since he had discovered ShowMaker on a lonely Friday night, Geonbu had maintained a top-tier subscription, allowing unrestricted access to content, chat, and polls. He didn’t need to think twice before signing up for another year.
The pop-up yielded to a familiar view: a mattress lit by dim fluorescents atop of which sat a small man with enough presence to fill the whole screen. Tonight, ShowMaker’s starting outfit was simple – not too surprising since he saved his cosplays for Friday nights - just an oversized white tee that halted on his upper thighs too high for there to be anything substantial underneath. He kicked his gorgeously bare legs over the side of the bed as he gazed into the camera with a curious gleam.
Geonbu’s arrival was accompanied by a chime and a short announcement of his resubscription, featuring his username and profile pic. ShowMaker’s eyes lit up at the message, and he broke into a wide grin.
“Canyon! Thank you for resubscribing. How’s my favorite bear?”
Geonbu didn’t bother responding in chat, knowing it would just get drowned out in the mass of sultry messages already flooding the sidebar. The remark was likely rhetorical, anyway, more of a formality than anything personal.
Still, ShowMaker’s expression softened into something deceptively close to fondness as the announcement faded. “Five years, huh? You’ve been subbed for a full five years. That’s crazy - I don’t think you’ve missed a single stream.”
Geonbu blushed behind his screen from the unusual attention. It worsened as ShowMaker looked seemingly directly at him through the camera and beamed, “Thank you, Canyon! It really means a lot.”
An uncomfortably genuine beat passed before ShowMaker snapped back into his performer persona. “So, should we do something to celebrate? Something fun. Maybe something polar bear themed!”
A million suggestions stormed the chat, which ShowMaker perused contemplatively. “Ice? I could do ice. Seems cold, but could be interesting.”
It certainly would be. Geonbu could already picture the camboy’s tiny body shivering from the cold, slabs of ice on his bare nipples melting into clear streams trickling down his stomach.
“Ah, but I’d have to go downstairs to get some,” ShowMaker pointed out, tugging down poutily on the hem of his shirt. “I’ve already settled in for the night. Maybe some other time?”
The influx of suggestions continued. ShowMaker watched the scroll of text, eventually breaking into a huff. “I am not using the K’sante toy again, so stop asking. That thing is so ridiculous, I swear I can still feel it inside me.”
Geonbu smiled. ShowMaker really couldn’t fault his chat for requesting that, not after the absolutely sinful slew of noises he had made as the big black cock split him open for all to see. Inspired, Geonbu rushed to type his own suggestion in the chat, and by some miracle, it caught ShowMaker’s eye.
“The Voli 1000?” After thinking for a moment, the camboy’s face burst with excited recognition. “Oh, that one! Yes! Very fitting for the polar bear.”
ShowMaker briefly left the frame to rummage through his extensive private collection of personal goods. It had been years since he’d last used this particular one, not since the early days of his career.
ShowMaker never confessed to having a favorite toy on stream, yet this one – the Voli 1000 – had been the only one to make him cum earlier than he had wanted or expected to. That was Geonbu’s favorite clip to return to when the weekend had him bored: ShowMaker trembling with overstimulation as he pushed onward after his orgasm, continuing to take the toy even after his own completion, refusing to leave his viewers unsatisfied - ever the crowd pleaser, ever the showman.
On the following stream, ShowMaker had blushingly requested that no one ask for the toy again until he learned how to better control himself. Until now, no one had.
“Got it!” ShowMaker declared as he climbed back into frame, box in hand, “Leave it to Canyon to remember a relic like this.”
His small hands delicately unfolded the packaging, and ShowMaker looked down with an overexaggerated sigh. “It’s just as big as I remembered.”
That was one other thing about ShowMaker: he was something of a size queen.
That was a good bit of his appeal, not just his ability to take proportions over twice the size of his own, but his enthusiastic desire to do so. ShowMaker loved large toys – long, thick, both if he had his way, and the Voli 1000 was no exception.
The shaft of white silicone had such girth that ShowMaker couldn’t even wrap one hand around it, gripping with both as he slid it into view. The dull, rounded tip yielded to a slight incline that thickened the toy as it neared the base, which was adorned with electric blue lightning bolts. Once the toy was removed from its box, the remote control followed, unceremoniously dumped onto ShowMaker’s thighs.
“So?” he asked the camera, teasingly stroking up the toy’s length. “Do you think I should ride it?”
Geonbu nodded enthusiastically, fishing out his cock from his plaid pajama pants and stroking appeasingly. As ShowMaker raised the toy to his lips, slowly sucking the first inch into his tiny mouth, Geonbu wrapped a palm around his own tip and rubbed vigorously. ShowMaker always angled it perfectly when he sucked on his toys, holding passionate eye contact with the camera, making it all too easy to imagine that he was downing his viewers instead. When ShowMaker let out a brief hum of satisfaction, Geonbu shifted his position. His own pleasure prompted him to squeeze his eyes shut, but he kept them forced open, unwilling to miss a single second.
“I’ve missed this one,” ShowMaker admitted wantonly as he gripped the base of the toy between his thighs, slathering his hands with lube and rubbing up the length once more, rolling the tip between his palms. “Oh, but I suppose you all are more interested in me than the toy, aren’t you?”
Tilting his head, ShowMaker let out a faux critical sigh. “I guess you can’t see too much of me right now. Let’s fix that.”
He raised the hem of his shirt into his mouth and spread his legs.
ShowMaker was beautiful, as always: plush, plump thighs leading to a meaty ass, a freshly waxed and tidied hole, his pretty pink cock already hardening. Despite his exposure, ShowMaker only stiffened further after raising his shirt, as if knowing people were watching him through the camera’s lens only turned him on more.
The mischievous glint in ShowMaker’s eyes told Geonbu everything he needed to know.
Parting his knees further, ShowMaker reached his slickened hand down between his legs, teasingly prodding at his hole and then burrowing two fingers inside. He tossed his head back as he stretched himself open, the fabric stuffing his mouth only slightly muffling his noises.
Impatiently, ShowMaker flung the shirt over his head, rendering him completely nude. His pale skin glowed in the stream’s lighting, firmly contrasting with the dark color of the sheets underneath him. Geonbu’s cock throbbed in his hand as he clutched it more firmly.
“I hope that was enough prep,” ShowMaker mumbled as he sat up into a crouch, positioning the toy underneath him and pursing his lips. “I should be able to take this, right?”
“You can take it,” Geonbu mumbled to the screen encouragingly, “You can. I’ve seen you take bigger.”
Gradually, ShowMaker lined the toy up, closing his eyes and willing himself to relax enough to slip the head inside. He let the thickness push the breath out of him in a deep, desperate sigh, lowering himself down further and further. Hundreds, nearly thousands of eyes watched as his hole was forced steadily open, made to accommodate more and more width.
About halfway down, ShowMaker stopped, bouncing himself slightly. “Fuck, that feels amazing. I could get off just like this.” Smiling for the camera, he reached for the remote. “That’s not what you want, though, right? You want me to turn it on.”
He clicked the power button, and the decorative lightning bolts glowed to life.
Just like that, ShowMaker was open-mouthed and moaning, hips shaking as he sought to steady himself. The vibrator pummeled him with short bursts of energy. His legs trembled underneath his weight, but ultimately, he found his balance and began to move.
The way ShowMaker rode was mesmerizing, the perfect mix of eager and careful: he maintained a steady pace to contrast with the toy’s sporadic vibrations, but visibly wanted more as fast as possible. As his ride progressed, his hole took in more and more of the toy, sliding down further and spreading wider and wider until he was all the way down to the base.
Geonbu watched the show wide-eyed, vigorously stroking himself to match ShowMaker’s fervid pace. Sweat slicked his hand, creating just the right amount of friction on his skin as he kept his fist clenched tight.
An endless stream of expletives flowed from ShowMaker’s lips with all the reverence of a prayer. He rode harder still, face contorting with pleasure, cock bouncing up against his stomach with each motion.
“Feels so good,” he panted, “Feels so fucking good, I’m gonna cum…”
Geonbu groaned, gripping the base of his cock. He wouldn’t let himself cum until ShowMaker did. If the camboy could hold on this long, so could he.
Suddenly, ShowMaker lost his balance, unexpectedly sliding all the way down into a seated position. Squealing with pleasure, he moved to pull himself off, but then the toy pulsed in a way that struck him perfectly while buried deep inside. His cock instantly shot off in a short arch, stuttering out supplementary bursts as his vibrator obliviously buzzed onward.
Drinking in the sight, Geonbu resumed his vigorous strokes, quickly reaching his own climax. In the aftermath, he gazed lovingly at the screen, depicting a fully flushed ShowMaker, panting, smiling, slowly pulling himself off the toy.
Recovering himself, ShowMaker waved at the camera with both hands. “Thank you so much for joining me today! And thank you again, Canyon, for the resub. See you Friday! I have something very special in store, so make sure not to miss it.”
Geonbu never lingered in the chat after the stream ended — ShowMaker always logged off as soon as he was done, anyway. Instead, he moved to tidy himself up for bed, delegated his laptop to the bedside table, and replaced it with his phone so he could double check that his morning alarm was properly set.
The first indication that something was amiss was the notification on his lockscreen. Its message was simple enough: a confirmation of his subscription purchase earlier that night. It wouldn’t have been strange at all if he had ever gotten such a confirmation before. Maybe the streaming website’s Terms of Service had changed?
As Geonbu clicked to investigate his stomach sank all the way down, down past his now-satisfied dick, directly into the floor. His face went so red it put capsicum to shame, and his mouth, once wet with desire, was now completely bone dry.
Geonbu had never in his life experienced post-nut clarity. Instead, in that instant, he discovered something far, far worse:
He had accidentally purchased five hundred dollars worth of camboy subscription using the Generation Corporate company card.