No one ever leaves the factory

Chapter 3

Once done with all the paperwork, Willy turned off the lights in his office and locked the door. He had been slow at working today, probably because you were distracting him so much. Not to mention the thing with Charlie.
The boy really gave up a life of freedom in a candy-coated world for his family. Poor child, so lost in the illusion that they actually loved him. And you? You were just the same. Why were people clinging to their routines so desperately when they had the chance to create something new every day and be free, without anybody keeping them in their place? Willy had to learn the hard way that if you ever do something that is wrong in their eyes, they will leave you behind. He took a deep breath, stopping an incoming flashback.

After he had reached his personal living area, he went straight into the bathroom to get ready for bed. He was just as pale under his clothes as his face was as he took off his clothes.
He wondered when you would understand that this factory was much better to live in than any other place. Despite his frustration, Willy had to be patient with you. Not everyone can accept a new situation so easily, he thought. And he would gladly wait until you would feel comfortable because he loved you. He hadn't tried to convince Charlie, as the boy didn't mean much to him. But you... he loved you dearly, and he would never see you again if he would let you go now. You had to understand, and he knew someday you would.

He started brushing his teeth. The peppermint taste of the toothpaste almost made him feel sick. He wished he would have never let people inside the factory. Everything had been fine, and now he couldn't stop thinking about his childhood because of the questions the children asked. He remembered the time he used to brush his teeth three times a day. He still did, didn't he? Yah, he did. There are some behaviors you never get rid of.
Now wrinkling his nose, Willy continued, more thankful than ever when he was finally able to spit and wash his mouth out. He needed to invent toothpaste that didn't taste like the cold, scary atmosphere at the dentist. Chocolate toothpaste! That was an extraordinary, fantastic idea!
The next thing to clean was his face. He wiped the make-up off and applied skin-care products before stepping into the shower. He had never skipped this routine since he moved into his factory. The feeling of a clean body gave him the feeling of a clean mind. And a clean mind was important because it left room for all kinds of brilliant ideas. He also made sure to shave the hair on his body when it was growing back so each time he laid in bed, the sheets would not get dirty with the sweat and dirt of his skin that would have gathered in the fine body hair. And the blanket always felt so soft on his freshly shaved body. But all of this was only possible for him since he locked himself in the factory, where nobody would judge him.

Willy didn't have many friends. He had fans out there and employees in here, but no one he would call a friend. Yet he knew that it was unusual for men to do skincare and shave themselves from people he had met at a young age. They said it was more of a girlish thing. Weird... gay. He didn't understand what was wrong with liking boys. Sometimes he did find boys good-looking. But he also liked girls. He liked you very much, and you were a girl.
When going to bed, he tried to think about this matter some more. He never thought much of physical closeness in his life. The only passion he knew was chocolate. Not that he wasn't educated in these things or didn't get erections at some times. He just didn't care.
But then he tried, knowing that this was wrong, to imagine you naked. He wondered what you would look like. Was your skin as soft as his? Were you shaved or not, or did you have scars like stretch marks? What would your breasts look like? Your thighs, your butt...

Willy felt himself getting weird tingles in his belly, which he had sometimes felt as a young man. He felt a strange warmth developing between his legs, and his cock got hard in his pajama pants. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling uncomfortable but also addicted to the feeling. It had been so long since he felt it.
What would it be like to touch you? And to kiss you. He would kiss those beautiful lips and those soft breasts until you would moan his name.
He blushed at his own thoughts, imagining his name being said like that.. Ew.. Did that even sound nice? In fact, he liked it a little bit. No, a lot.
Slowly, as if he was afraid that anybody would hear even the slightest rustle of the bedsheets, he moved his hand down between his legs, touching the tip of his cock through the fabric of his pajamas hesitantly. He felt a warm tingle spreading from there right through his entire body. It was a funny but wonderful feeling. He touched there again and again, then retracting his hand with a shuddering breath. No, this was wrong. Doing this while thinking of you, how could he? But it felt so darn good.

Willy turned on his belly, pushing his face into the pillow, and groaned in frustration. He shifted in his bed, feeling the friction between his cock and the mattress. Not being able to keep himself from doing so, he started moving his hips against the soft bed, moaning into his pillow.
"Nghh... oh, gosh." He whispered softly. Oh, how it would feel to have you here right now. Feeling that soft body all over him... He rubbed his crotch against the mattress, whimpering at the thought of you touching him. His cock twitched at the thought of your hands touching it.
"Please... Please, just gimme... a chance.." He mumbled, feeling more desperate with each passing second, until he couldn't take it anymore and turned around once more, pulling down his pants to stroke his throbbing member. He could feel his abdominal muscles tightening, making him curl up and let out short, ragged breaths. Everything felt so intense and so pleasurable. He started to move his hand a little faster, which made his body tense even more. He felt incredible, and now he could not stop anymore.
Saying that the picture of you just appeared in his head would be a lie. He imagined it on purpose. He recalled your voice. The way you talked to him in the elevator.
"Are you alright?" And then there were more phrases he wished you would have said. "It's okay; I'm here. I'll make you feel all tingly and warm, yes?"

He gasped audibly as he felt an intense flash of sensation shooting through his nerves. "A-ah.."
-"Aww, are you close? Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Y-yes, yes..." He answered the voice in his head. "I...I-"
He instantly started to panic as he felt the sensations overflow him. His body was about to take control over him, and he felt his pelvis tense up abruptly. With a mix of a moan and a shocked noise, he sat up, pulling the blanket aside just in time before cum started to squirt from his cock.
Panting and whimpering, he held his hand out to catch most of the sticky fluid in his hands, but it was way too much coming out. It dripped from his hands onto his thighs, but for a few seconds, he just didn't care. He was way too busy with catching his breath.

The moment his mind cleared again, he twisted his mouth in disgust, looking at the warm, white goo in his hands, and groaned. Now he had to shower again.