*KNOCK KNOCK*
Charlie startled and looked over at the time and day on the computer.
"Sorry guys I'll have to end this video early, I forgot I had a guest comin' over."
He released Airhead from under him and turned the laptop off. If the molested balloon could breathe, it would have let out a sigh thinking the ordeal was over for now. After slipping on a pair of underwear, Charlie went to answer the door. To Airhead's surprise, in walked his (former) father! He tried to get his dad's attention but the obese man was ignoring him and chatting cordially with the janitor. The once rich brat wondered what the hell a wealthy upper class politician like his dad was doing in a dump like this talking to a half naked janitor. After a few seconds of frantic effort the bobbing balloon finally caught the fat man's piggy eyes. The once human bastard was overjoyed. Surely his father would recognize his own son and rescue him from this predicament!
"So this is it then?" Asked the Mayor, his fat sausage like fingers curiously pulling 'Red' down by the string as he examined it. "Doesn't look like much, just a regular balloon isn't it?"
"Dad it's me!" the desperate balloon tried to communicate, "This disgusting pervert's been rubbing his cock all over me! I want him fired! I want him arrested! Also someone took my wallet and phone, I need a new one!"
"There's more to Red than meets the eye I'm tellin' ya!" exclaimed Charlie excitedly, talking over the spoiled brat's demands "It almost feels like it's alive!"
"If you say so Charlie." the skeptical Mayor remarked, completely ignoring his former son's cries for help. "Let's try 'Red' out then."
"What?" Airhead asked pointlessly, a bit slow on the uptake, "What's going on!?"
Then he watched as his father undid his $200 tie and began stripping off his $1000 suit. Charlie also pulled down his underwear unleashing his still erect and throbbing penis and grabbed hold of Airhead's sides, pointing his line of sight directly at the overweight man who had once been his dad. The fat mayor undid his shirt buttons exposing his voluptuous moobs and overhanging belly, similar to the ones his former son had inherited. The disgusted balloon couldn't turn away as his father undid his designer belt and pulled down his custom fitted trousers and underwear. Charlie was starting to get excited again and lowered the shiny red balloon to groin height and began teasing his oozing cock tip by nudging it gently on the back of the worried balloon's head. From this new angle Airhead was forced to look at the short hard twitching penis, buried beneath his father's fat, which was also beginning to leak precum onto his huge testicles.
"Why don't you give it a go and see for yourself before we start!" Charlie offered the new inflatable over and they mayor accepted it with thanks.
With one hand the chubby man lifted his belly and holding the protesting balloon in the other, began unceremoniously pushing Airhead's face against his stubby rigid cock. Once again the only sounds that could be heard was muffled squeaking.
"Ooh you were right, this one feels livelier than usual" his father remarked lustfully. "Let's take this to the bed."
The impotent balloon struggled to even break his father's light one handed grip but of course it was futile as he was carried over to the bed and placed between the two horny gentlemen.
The men faced each other and both wrapped their legs around the other, with their inanimate victim placed upside down between their two excitedly dripping erections, beneath the mayor's soft belly and the janitor's hard gut.
The powerless balloon couldn't even scream as the two inched closer and closer, pushing his face deeper into his father's stiff porker and squishing his head, causing air to bulge up towards his tied off opening.
The mayor grabbed the bulbous air pocket and began squeezing it, forcing air to move up and down along the length of the pressurized balloon adding extra stimulation to the two men's genitals. He also had his fat thumb over the former virgin's sensitive rubber knot penis and was tweaking it like a nipple. This led to the sensation of a need to orgasm every time his father's fist relaxed allowing air to put more pressure onto Airhead's genital area. Again he tried to scream but that only led to louder squeaking which in turn only turned off the two perverted old men even further.