Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2007 14:04:59 +1300
From: Tim Brooks <gahom4@hotmail.com>
Subject: Colin And The Sex Factory: Part 6

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Part Six

Mister Wanker leads Colin and his grandfather back to the glass elevator,
which is now quite roomy for the three of them. Considering all but one of
the children that started the tour have become the victim of some bizarre
accident, the inventor seems strangely excited. But then again, thinks
Colin, everything about this man is strange.

"Wasn't that fun?" asks Willy, pressing the top button in the elevator.
Colin just has time to nod because the three of them are suddenly rising at
great speed to the top of the factory, and then beyond it. With an almighty
crash the elevator smashes through the roof and soars above Willy's sexual
paradise.

"That was supposed to happen," Wanker says a little unconvincingly.

Colin's mouth falls open as he stares at the factory spread out below him.
The place is huge, with interconnected buildings spread out in each
direction he cares to look. They all look imposing, even from this height.
Colin's fairly sure that he hasn't seen even half of what the sex factory
has to offer. And he's seen a lot.

"And it will all be yours," says Willy suddenly, in Colin's ear.

"What?" exclaims the boy, his eyes going wide. "It will be mine?"

Willy grins and nods at Colin and at his equally amazed grandfather, before
launching into his explanation. As he does so, the glass elevator slowly
glides back to earth and into the factory.

"Making sex toys is exhausting work, especially because I insist on
personally testing every single one of our products myself. It's the best
kind of quality control, and I won't deny it's a heck of a lot of fun. But
there comes a time in each pervert's life when he realises he has to hand
over the reins to the next generation. And I knew that the person who took
over the Wanker factory would have to be a master of self-control. And by
resisting all the temptations along the way, young Pail, you have proven
yourself to be just that."

"Is this for real?" asks Colin, stepping out of the elevator on uncertain
feet. "This isn't just another trick?"

"None of what you've seen today has been a trick, a trap, a prank, harmless
or otherwise, or even a jape. Your, shall we say, competitors failed because
of their own doing, not mine. And you really won."

Willy produces a large piece of paper with curly black writing on it. With a
little prodding from his grandfather, Colin signs on the dotted line with
the bright pink quill Wanker hands him. He is now to be the heir to the
Wanker empire. The little boy feels a bit taller already.

"What would you like to do first?" asks Willy, beaming from ear to ear.

"Well," Colin says with a confident smirk, "those toys and devices of yours
are all well and good, Mister Wanker, but I've not yet seen what you are
capable of."

"Been hoping you'd ask that, actually," grins the inventor. "I've practiced
especially."

He leads Colin by the hand into his office. Colin's grandfather, meanwhile,
wanders the factory for a while and finds himself at a window. Looking
outside, he can see the other boys and their parents being escorted out the
gates by Humpy-Pumpies.

Luc is walking with legs wide apart, like a cowboy, as if he's been affected
by many days of hard riding. He's also dripping with lubricant. Godfrey is
in a similar condition, but at least he's got a Humpy-Pumpy following him
around. Turns out his father was able to head-hunt one away from Willy after
all. Bo is still attached to ADON1S, although the android's head and legs
have been removed. That still leaves the boy with a metallic chest and
pelvis sticking out of his ass. It will be fun to explain that one at
school. Spike seems to be the most normal, except that his head's a bit
lopsided and he's constantly twitching. Colin's grandfather is almost
certain he can see a smile on the boy's face.

In Willy's office, meanwhile, surrounded by award scrolls and penis-shaped
statuettes, Colin is watching the owner of the world's greatest sex factory
lather his own love tool with a lube that smells like daisies and
raspberries. He's sat the boy down on a dark purple couch in the corner of
the room. Colin has already taken off his shoes and sweater, and is now
hastily pulling at his trousers, eager to get what he's been hoping for all
day underway.

"It's been a while, actually," Willy admits shyly, looking at the floor.
"Spent too much time with tubes and rods and all things metallic-y. So I
hope I'm not too rough."

"Don't worry," says Colin, smiling at seeing the man so different all of a
sudden. "You're not going to disappoint me. Everything I've seen today has
been amazing. But that thing you've got between your legs, sir, looks to be
the best invention of all."

"We'll see, won't we?" Mr Wanker grins cheekily. "Now, legs up."

Colin does as he's told, pointing the soles of his feet towards the ceiling,
and scooting a bit so his butt is right at the edge of the couch. Willy has
easy access this way, and after setting his top hat aside he kneels down
between the boy's legs and angles his erect cock in alignment with his moist
and anticipating hole.

Colin feels very full all of a sudden, and warm, and everything's proper and
as it should be. The neatly-curled hairs on Willy's balls tickle his
arse-cheeks, and he grins giddily up at his goofy-looking lover. As the
world's greatest sex toy inventor starts pumping in and out of his young
protege at an increasing pace, Colin sighs in contentment.

"Mr Wanker, you've made me the luckiest child in the entire world."