A Giant Chucky Doll Winds Up on the Business End of a Big Dick.
The things that get us off sexually can be weird as shit. Maybe even disturbing and not in the subculturally cool way. This scene qualifies. Yet somehow it works. It certainly is an interesting bit of cosplay and dollification. The choice of doll to parody will likely amuse viewers, if not immediately stiffen their cocks. It’s probably not a doll that Arad Winwin ever imagined fucking, let alone needing to fear during his nearly “Killer Shower.” It’s another clever plot concept from Gay Room.
Alexander Ray has the creepy serial killer vibe down perfectly. Whether he’s supposed to be an actual Chucky doll or just some whack job who likes to dress up like one and then kill people is uncertain. The fact he’s a dangerous psychopath in deeply disturbing garments is well established by the fact he’s got on a straw-like orange wig and a blue knit jumper with garters and socks. Oh, and a classic chef’s knife. (Don’t worry. It’s plastic.) His tease segment is disturbing, uncomfortable laugh-inducing, and awkwardly arousing. You’ll want to discuss it with your therapist. You know, to see if he’s seen it yet.
Arad, on the other hand, has the sexy goin’ on with no caveats. There’s nothing new about a scene presenting a man with a god-like body taking a shower in a spa-like setting. Nothing unusual about watching the suds cover and then uncover his pectoral muscles, the contours of his six-pack, the swells of his firm, round buttocks. I don’t care. It never gets old. Bring on the shower water and the foaming body soap!
The problem is that while these two people should, under normal circumstances, never meet, Alexander has discovered Arad and is having both a physical and an emotional reaction. Like any reasonable man, he’s totally turned on by what he sees before him. Like you’d expect from a maniacal killer doll, it makes him all stabby stabby.
To stroke or to stab, that is the question that Alexander must answer. For a moment, the camera makes it a complex question for us, too, because it’s damn sexy looking at that doll’s big dick while also seeing the full body of the showering Arad. But moments like that can only last so long, and soon it’s time for the doll to step toward the demi-god with his eager erection.
When Arad first sees his unexpected visitor, he seems almost to welcome him. But then he sees the classic chef’s knife and, not realizing that it’s plastic, feels the need to defend himself from the weedy psycho. He grabs the doll by the front of its overalls, pulls him toward himself, and soon Alexander is on his knees with a mouth full of cock. He stays that way for quite a while, which is dandy since he knows what he’s doing. But, having had enough of Alexander’s lip, he eventually pulls the floppy doll to its feet and turns him to face the wall under the showerhead.
Can you drown a killer doll? Who knows? In this scene, you can fuck one, though. I know that much. Arad rips the ass of Alexander’s jumper open and plunges his face between his would-be killer's butt cheeks and feasts. Shower water pours down the doll’s ass crack, keeping everything fresh and clean for Arad’s eager mouth. If this is supposed to be some kind of punishment for having tried to kill him, it fails, because Alexander moans and writhes with pleasure. Having his asshole finger-fucked only makes him feel better about his decision to stop by Arad’s home.
Once Alexander starts referring to his intended victim as “Sir,” you know that things have changed, and the doll has become Arad’s bitch. That means it’s time for a condom to magically appear on the latter’s dick once it’s wedged firmly between the very ass cheeks he had previously been devouring. Still facing the wall, he slips his girthy member into the gape he’d previously been fingering. Having become a sex doll, the Chucky wannabe pants his encouragement, begging “fuck me,” as though he didn’t already have a cock wedged in his center seam.
Kissing in a situation like this is kinda weird, to be honest, but it’s also very hot. After all, we’ve basically abandoned the rules of conventional here, so there’s no reason why a guy dressed up like a famously murderous doll and planned to kill the man he’s being fucked by shouldn’t also exchange a smooch. Maybe the waters of the shower do have some purifying power and they’ll emerge from the shower the best of buddies.
Before that can happen, Alexander has to sit on Sir’s cock reverse and rave about how good it feels. He looks totally stoned on dick and, soon, kneels for several blasts of clear cum on his face. “Yes,” he says softly in total satisfaction, inspiring many a man to dream of his own “Killer Shower.”
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