Willy Wonka x IT Clown Smut
Willy had just finished his long day at the factory. He had been busy creating a new range of edible lingerie for the more adult audience. He had been trying to find the perfect taste and texture that is able to be worked into a strong and sexy shape without feeling sticky and falling down. He had called upon his oompa loompa's to try on the various sizes and as he was feeling horny, he tried them out to see if they could set the mood. At about 4:30 in the afternoon, he had finally created a successful product and he had to exert all his pent up energy and horniness. His oompa loompa's failed to satisfy him however. No matter if he went down on them or forced them to suck him, nothing truly got him off. Nevertheless, Willy was now heading home. He had decided to walk home today, enjoying the silence of the night, when he took a step and fell through a sewer grid which had been covered by snow. His leg was stuck and very sore, he couldn't see how deep the sewer went under the grid but he knew that if the grid fell under his weight, it would not be an enjoyable fall. As he was about to call out for help, he noticed a red balloon. It was bobbing just inside the entrance of a man hole about 2 meters down into the sewer. A moment later, a face hidden by the darkness appeared beside the balloon.
"do you need any help?" a husky voice called out.
Willy wasn't sure what to do. The strangers voice excited him in a strange way that he hadn't felt before. The voice was curious, harsh and yet hidden underneath, it sounded lonely. Coming to his senses, willy replied.
"oh… yes why thank you. I fell through the grate as it was covered in snow and my leg is starting to feel a bit numb."
Bright eyes tinted yellow with flashes of green and orange looked up at him. they seemed like an endless abyss. Showing menace and covering pain. He felt himself staring silently at this intriguing, dark, stranger.
"we better get you down then heehee."
There it was again. That scratchy voice which woke some sleeping beast inside Willy Wonka. And that laugh, oh that little giggle. It sounded like it promised an eternity of torment and excitement. It thrilled him and shook him to his core.
"y-y-es pl…ease" willy somehow choked out.
The stranger made a swift movement onto a ladder which willy hadn't seen in the darkness. He climbed up the side of the sewer until he was able to reach a small ledge underneath the grate. All his movements looked so smooth and effortless. He must have lived in these sewers for a long time. Reaching up, the stranger grasped Willy's heel. Shivers and tingles shot through willy from his leg up to his spine. He inhaled a sharp breath and awaited for the strangers next move. The stranger was clearly very tall and strong. He adjusted to a stronger grip on willy's leg and began to push it upwards, freeing him. Soon enough, Willy was free but he didn't dare move. His eyes were locked with this mysterious strangers. Weary brown eyes met yellow and in the street light, Willy could see a messy mop of orange hair atop a very white head.
"you must allow me to thank you. Would I be able to know the name of my saviour?" Willy asked.
The mystery man let out a small grunt which could have been heard as a muffled laugh.
"you can call me pennywise." Came the voice.
Ah, pennywise. What an amazing name. Willy was stuck with a name which caused him endless years of bullying but pennywise seemed to demand respect and attention when his name is mentioned. Willy blinked and the man was gone. What on earth? He had just disappeared. Willy needed to learn more about him and he needed to feel that electrifying touch again. However, from where he stood, he couldn't see any means of getting down into the sewers. The grate was unmovable and there was no gaps around it to slip through. Damn it. He had slipped away and willy couldn't even say goodbye. I have to meet him again… I must.
Pennywise was taking deep breaths and attempting to calm himself. The smell of that human was so addictive and those chocolate eyes were endless. He hadn't felt such urges for years. He usually was able to satisfy himself with the rodents roaming the sewers and with the occasional human that fell down, already dead. He himself had not felt the need to attack in so long. And yet, whilst he had a feeling the urges he felt were his need to attack, he couldn't be sure. They had felt so odd and almost different to normal. Admittedly, he hadn't felt anything in so long he could have just forgotten the feeling but it definitely felt strange. He tried to calm himself and rid his mind of all thoughts of the intriguing stranger. He tried to convince himself that he hated how the man did not appear afraid of him. That the stranger asked his name and tried to talk to him. it was all in vain however. The man had imprinted himself on penny Wise's brain and lying on his makeshift bed, he fell into a fitful sleep.
Willy woke up the next day believing that his encounter with pennywise was merely an enjoyable dream. Sighing, he begun his walk to the bathroom to begin his morning routine. Stripping of his pyjamas before his shower, he noticed his pants from last night in the laundry basket. In an instant he was on his knees and in front of the basket. His pants had a rip in the side from where he had fallen into the sewer and were noticeable wet, probably from the snow. His energy rejuvenated, Willy made quick work of getting ready and was out of the door on his way to his factory. Upon entering, he ordered his oompa loompa's to not disturb him and to send all blueprints of the factory. He sat in his office, a cup of hot chocolate in his hand and his desk covered in maps of the factory. He hurriedly sorted through them until he reached the basement level. He knew that when the factory was build, it was connected to the sewers and had human access there for plumbing reasons. Sure enough, his eyes fell on the words 'Sewer Entrance' in the back of one of the janitor rooms. Racing out of his office, he entered his glass lift and pressed the appropriate buttons. In a flash he was on the bottom level and he exited the elevator into dark, musty hallways. Suppressing a shiver, he begun to walk to the second last room. Entering, he noticed the dark door which must have been the entrance to the sewers. Without thinking of taking any food, water or even a torch, Willy walked through the doorway shutting the door again behind him. he didn't want any of the oompa loompa's finding what he was doing. Willy started his walk into the desolate darkness. His footsteps echoed and the faint sound of dripping water could be heard. Soon he was well and truly lost. He had attempted to walk in a similar direction to his route home but the sewers did not replicate the streets and many wrong turns later he had no idea where he came from or where to go. Now regretting his choice to come with nothing but empty pockets, Willy trudged on. After hours of directionless walking, willy felt the hair raising feeling of being watched. Subtly, he turned his head to check his surroundings for any threats. Unable to see more than a couple meters in front of his face, it was a useless task. Deciding to simply continue, Willy continued through the sewers, although more carefully and aware than before.
Pennywise knew that the strange man from last night was back the moment he stepped into the sewers. Sneaking around, he eventually found him, wandering around aimlessly. Pennywise was confused as to why he had returned and how he had got into the sewers. Whilst he was watching he noticed the man turn around and check his surroundings, he must have noticed his presence. Once the man began walking again, Pennywise went back to his home. He had decided. That man's scent was just too delectable and he had to have a taste. Pennywise wasn't sure why he was tidying up his makeshift home, but for some deep primal reason, he didn't want that stranger to feel uncomfortable. Taking a deep whiff, pennywise caught willy's scent again. He was nearing. Once again, pennywise began to shadow the man, watching his movements and willing him to go closer to his home. Willy was about to turn to the left, down a dark passage which he hoped would lead him to pennywise but before he moved onwards, he heard a little noise. it didn't sound threatening or scary in anyway but almost annoyed or warning. Turning, willy walked down the right path instead, curious about the noise he heard. Before long, the passage became smaller and smaller until Willy was almost bent double. Suddenly, Willy saw a light. it wasn't like a candle or a torch but more like there was just a lack of darkness. Walking closer to this light, the tunnel opened up suddenly into a large, circular cave. Willy felt sure that he could found Pennywise's home. Walking further into the cave, Willy looked around, trying to find the mysterious man from last night. It seemed that Pennywise was not there so, disgruntled, Willy turned back to exit the cave and to look for him elsewhere. As he turned to the exit, Willy jumped. Standing in the entrance was pennywise. Dark yellow eyes looking curiously at willy, tall pale figure standing almost awkwardly with his mop of orange hair atop his tilted head. He seemed to be observing willy, unsure of what to do. For the first time since entering the sewers, Willy felt calm. There was something about this man that appealed to willy. Stepping forward Willy finally spoke.
"My name is Willy, by the way. Willy Wonka."
The yellow eyes blinked slowly in response. So his name was willy. He thought. Before willy could even blink, pennywise was in front of him. beady yellow eyes fixated on large chocolate ones. Pennywise was about to lose him mind. Willy smelt so good. He had never smelt a human this good before but the smell didn't trigger his usual hunger, it stirred some deep feeling inside of him. Willy, intrigued by pennywise and his face that showed deep thought, slowly reached up and with a pale hand, stroked his face. The small action certified the unsaid thought between the two. Without missing a beat, Pennywise had grasped Willy's face in his hands, long fingers feeling the warmth of his blood under the skin. Willy's free hand snaked into Pennywise's hair, pulling him closer. Their lips met and everything was in an understanding. Something about pennywise satisfied Willy and something about Willy intrigued pennywise. Their lips moved against each other, teeth knocking and tongues clashing. Oxygen was no longer a necessity. The only clear thought in their minds was how obstructing clothes were all of a sudden. With a loud rip, pennywise tore Willy's robes in half, revealing his bare body with tight blue boxers as his only covering. His erection very clear through the thin fabric. Retaliating, Willy pulled Pennywise's shirt over his head before ridding him of his pants and boxers in one clean movement. 9 solid inches long, 1 inch wide and fully erect. Willy couldn't wait to feel that filling him from behind. Dropping to his knees, willy took his member in his mouth as he began bobbing up and down. It was made clear to pennywise that this man had done this sort of thing a lot and somehow it turned him on even more. With willy's free hand fondling his balls, it didn't take long for pennywise to cum. He emptied himself in Willy's mouth whilst gripping his hair with his long, white fingers. Willy licked him clean before raising to his feet once again. Somehow, pennywise was still at full post. Was he even human? Willy wondered. Before he could question the mans recovery time, he was being roughly turned around and deprived of his boxers. Pennywise's strong hands gripped his waist as he plunged himself into willy's asshole, fully sheathing himself. Moans and grunts came from both men as pennywise snuck his hand around and began to stroke willy's dick, trying to match the pace of his thrusting. Willy was so tight, they were both in bliss. Whilst willy was making an insane amount of noises, pennywise kept to quiet grunting every now and again, focusing his energy on maintaining a pleasurable pace. The sound of balls slapping flesh could be heard reverberating around the room and the feel of willy's ass clenching him was taking pennywise all the restraint he had to not just cum instantly. Fearing his soon release, he gripped willy's member tighter, rubbing up and down faster. Speaking for the first time that day,
"cum for me willy, cum for me"
With a loud cry, sperm shot from willy, coating Pennywise's hand and causing pennywise to cum himself. Shooting his hot seed, he emptied himself inside willy whilst biting down on his shoulder. He could taste his blood and it was delicious. Prolonging his orgasm by continuing with a few bucks and drinking of willy's blood, pennywise was finally done. Rather than drain willy until he was dead, pennywise stopped biting to lick and kiss the wound. He didn't want this human dead. After all… he satisfied him in a way blood could never do.
THE END