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Sigma was sweeping the floors of the Sky Casino after a long day of work. He sighed as he got a room done, grabbing the dustpan and bending over to sweep the pile of dust onto the pan. That was when he realized the boner in his pants.
He blinked, a bit surprised. He looked around, searching for anything that could’ve possibly brought him to such a state. That’s when his eyes landed on the broomstick. Just the sight of it made him want it inside of him. Something just made it… so attractive. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as his grip on the broom tightened.
Sigma dumped the dust of the floor into a trash can, and on the way to the next room he needed to sweep, his urges came over him. As he passed the supply closet, he opened it and stepped inside, still holding the broom. He went ahead and locked the door of the closet. He was glad that the door had a lock. It had originally been there in case of an emergency and someone was too far from a safe place or whatever, but most things are usually multi-purpose. :)
He adjusted a few things’ positions to give himself more room, then pulling down his pants and undergarments. He took the broom part off of the broomstick to make it even easier for himself, and let it fall to the tiled floor. Sigma put the broomstick between his legs, positioning it the best he could so that it would go inside of his hole. He then brought it upward, getting the handle part halfway in his asshole.
A breathy moan sought its way past his lips. It hurt for a solid moment, but eventually, the pain turned into pleasure and he was thrusting the broomstick in and out of himself. Whimpers and moans all surpassed the barrier that was his lips. He covered his mouth with his right hand to muffle his noises of pleasure, managing to continue the thrusting of the broomstick with his other hand.
“Fuck~!” Sigma moaned loudly into his hand, his eyes widening a bit as the stick hit his prostate. He was careful not to let his shaking hands ruin his chances of not hitting it again, and quickly thrusted it up into the same spot over and over again. His moans and whimpers grew louder the more he hit his prostate, and pre-cum was quick to bead at his tip. He panted, leaning up against the wall to better keep himself from collapsing to the floor of the closet.
He continued thrusting the broomstick harder and harder into his prostate, and he soon felt a warmth pool into his stomach. After a strong and quick thrust straight against his prostate, he finally came, his sticky seed splattering against the wall. He threw his head back, losing himself in his orgasm. Still leaned against the wall was he once he had finished. His breathing was heavy and he was a bit worn out, but need no more did he not.
Although this time… maybe he wanted something different. He inspected the broom, eventually getting an idea when he saw the hole in the bottom of the stick that allowed the stick and broom to be connected. He held it back a bit, then slowly inserted himself into the hole. It was a bit of a squeeze, but that didn’t matter. The cold plastic of the broomstick felt nice on his cock. He found it difficult to keep himself from immediately going ahead and moving it up and down himself.
After getting used to the feeling, Sigma pulled out, only to slam right back into it. A loud whimper of a mixture of pleasure and pain went straight past his lips. He was lost in his own world now, unable to be concerned of who might be witness to his noises of pleasure. He thrusted his hips back and forth, a long series of moans shaking the still air. He couldn’t hold himself back. He slammed in and out, his moans only becoming louder.
By now, he was panting heavily as he rocked his hips. He once again threw his head back, his back hitting one of the walls of the storage closet. Since he had already been in action, this time he was a bit more exhausted and his breathing was heavier, his heart banging against his chest, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
He arched his back as he began rocking his hips even harder with each thrust inside of the broomstick. After that process went on for another couple of minutes, the warmth pooled into his stomach, his breathing becoming a bit more ragged. He began going slow for a moment, but sped up a whole lot after two slow thrusts. A couple of hard thrusts later, he came inside of the broomstick and he threw his head back in another orgasm.
Hardly being able to support his weight with his now shaking legs, he got down onto the cold floor, leaning back against the wall. There he sat for a good long minute, contemplating whatever the fuck he had just done.