Eventually Charlie made it back to his apartment tugging his new toy behind him. Upon entering Charlie's bedroom the buffoon-turned-balloon was met with an alarming sight. Piled in the corner was all manner of inflatable objects. Colorful balloons, pool toys, balloon animals and a beach ball sitting on an inflatable arm chair. Airhead recognized one fancy balloon in particular, large and patterned, with smaller colored balloons inside it and "Happy Retirement" printed on the front from an office party a few weeks back (the uncaring lard-ass hadn't known who was retiring, he just went for free cake). The balloon's relief at being rescued suddenly turned to panic at the thought of what this perverted old man going to do to him. He desperately attempted to float away, but each jerk only managed to add more strain against the string tied around his little knotted willy.
Charlie brought his new balloon inside and shut the door behind him. Despite being exhausted from work, the stocky janitor was sporting a prominent and bulging tent in his thick overalls. He allowed the inflated rubber to lazily float against the ceiling and watched it bounce against the door while he started to undress.
As the aroused old man stripped off his clothes the terrified balloon tried to throw his featherlight body against the door in an attempt barge his way out of the room. It was completely ineffective.
Soon Charlie had removed his grungy underpants, allowing a raging erection to spring out proudly. The man strode over to his desk and began messing around with an old battered laptop. After setting up his webcam, Charlie grabbed a small black eye mask from his desk drawer and pulled it over his face. He reached up and yanked the red balloon down by the knot before he positioned himself in front of the laptop and hitting the record button.
"Hey everyone, it's me BalloonHumper75 again. Found a new inflatable today. Just pretty basic red balloon though." he waved the shiny balloon in front of the camera still gripping the rubber nub between his calloused fingers "Doesn't look like anythin' special and normally I'd walk past somethin' like this but it seemed to be callin' out to me to take it so I did. Anyway let's see how it handles."
Charlie gently held 'Red' by the sides, positioned him waist high. As he approached he could feel the static energy emanating off the rubber, causing his rock hard seven inch cock to throb with anticipation.
Meanwhile the mentally screaming balloon tried to order the lecherous old pervert to stop, threatened to get him fired, told him he would never work in this town again. Of course none of it could be heard and soon the tip of Charlie's erection, was spreading it's precum around the area where the former man's tongue was (Whoever did this had seen fit to retain the glutenous bastard's taste buds). Charlie slowly increased his pace until the entire thick shaft was rubbing back and forth against the protesting balloon's rubber face.
"Please! Don't! Stop!" Airhead tried to beg, but the only sounds that could be heard was the squeaking of flesh on rubber. "Get off!"
"Oooooh" Charlie let out a pleasured moan, as his humping increased in speed "The squeak on this one almost sounds like a person talking. Like it's saying 'Please don't stop!' and tellin' me to get off on it."
As Charlie's humping became more and more intense the grip of his strong hands became firmer and started squeezing the air towards the tied off opening that was once the despicable man's genitals. The struggling balloon could feel pressure start to build up around his previous sexual organs, as though he was climbing to an orgasm.
"Go fuck yourself!" Airhead attempted to yell as the taste of hairy wrinkled ball sack grazed over his tongue.
"Fuck I was just about to finish..." Charlie stopped humping and repositioned 'Red' behind his balls between his legs. "But for some reason I feel like it want's me to use it to fuck myself! Well I'm more that happy to oblige!"
"NOoooo!" The ailing balloon's squeaking protests were then muffled by the janitor's powerful thighs. Charlie began thrusting his cock back and forth in the air, enjoying the friction of the shiny rubber surface against the outside of his hairy crack. The transformed rubber smell and taste receptors were rubbing against the unwashed man's large wrinkled ball sack and getting dangerously close to his sweaty asshole.
"Damn this is a tough one, I think I could sit on it and it wouldn't pop" Charlie commented for his viewers "Maybe we should put it to the test!"