Spoiler alert: another inflated!William fetish like the first chapter, albeit for different reasons.

Appearance-wise and such, think of YouTuber Jake Ryan Southgate's FNAF series. Check it out if you haven't already. :D It's worth five stars.

I do NOT condone anything in here, nor do I encourage any of this on anyone's worst enemy. This collection is called "Guilty Pleasures" for many reasons, and it's just fiction. We all have urges of all kinds, depending on what we know causes them or not, as long as we don't act on them. Though this here is William Afton of all people, and he's not real, but that goes without saying.

Inspirations come from Jake Ryan Southgate (particularly his voices of William, Michael, and Henry as well as their appearances in his series on YouTube), "Tunnel Vision" by St4tic on YouTube, and Buzzare's "Crushing Blow" also on YT.

Loads of stuff that's triggering for some. Feel free to skip if you wish, if it's gonna not bode well for you.

Chapter Four

Afton Flesh and Metal

By the early nineties, Fazbear Entertainment had become a statewide conglomerate, with two locations previously made and a third in the making.

Scandals rocked the foundation in the forms of a child's death outside the diner, another's accidental death and endangerment at the jaws of one of the performing stage animatronics, followed by rumored gas leaks at a sister location, and now this third one HAD to work.

The rest of Hurricane, Utah had heard one of the co-owners and founders of the original diner had left after the death of his youngest son, but the truth was much deeper.

~o~

Henry Emily had learned the truth of what happened to his beloved daughter upon finding the boatload of VHS tapes from Fredbear's to now, covered up by his own partner and certain employees until he got too suspicious for his own good...

...and resulted in where William Afton was now.

The current employees - former lesser ones of Freddy Jr.'s who were mistreated more by Afton, the worst of corporate America in their knowledge and memory - found this out upon swearing through NDAs and other stuff, and let's say vengeance couldn't have been sweeter. Perhaps Mr. Emily, the fairer of the employers, had his reasons other than vengeance of his own because death was too good for this pathetic excuse of a man who clearly hated children more than he let on, and thought only of his ambitions.

Afton had been discovered at his only surviving location, Afton Robotics, where he housed creations he'd made after his only daughter, supposedly the youngest, who mysteriously disappeared without a trace after the "grand opening" which then shut down due to rumored gas leaks, which they now assumed was bullshit.

Whatever it was, William Afton had lost everything he had. He'd been removed and was here now, where the renewed Freddy Fazbear's Pizza had a place for employees only.

Afton Robotics was closed down, the staff transferred here, and the animatronics were dismantled and burned down. The Funtimes' disappearance was chalked up to "bitten off more than we could chew".

Everything transferred to Henry Emily and Michael Afton who would someday take over by heritage and will only, the details unimportant to the current employees who had been wronged by the father and not the son - some of them had kids of their own who were going through the rebellious or semi-rebellious stage Michael had before - except the privilege they were given for breaks in between, lunch included.

There was the man whose "ingenious" springlock suit creations were the breakthrough creations past the mid-twentieth century, though the death of his son at their hands - and two employees in the past, albeit rumored once again - was the final straw in his "leaving"; he'd even declared that any employees who disagreed with him to find work elsewhere. It was said a creation of his took a life of its own and rebelled - likely something from Circus Baby's Rental - resulting in his entire body being abducted, clothes removed so he was vulnerable, and either one or both entrances of his body invaded so that he'd become the spherical abomination, real-life fetish fantasy he was now. Something that belonged in a pervert's forbidden desires.

Here was a fully exposed sphere of nude flesh with the human head at its center. The hands at the sides formed divots with the fingers and palms so swollen he couldn't even bend or move anything. William's head - where do you begin? His dark hair was stringy enough to form bald spots and strings at the sides, or it had to be maintained by second and/or third parties. The cheeks appeared to be swollen with whatever liquid had been pumped into him, the lips and double chin the same. And once you found it in yourself to look around his body, you'd see the same with his hands could be said for his feet, and that wasn't all. His private parts? Looked like his scrotum sack had been sucked in to resemble a woman's twin petals below his swollen yet inflated masculine tower, the pubic hair stretched out to resemble spread-out bits of grass on soil. His buttocks were in place, but so full and flat you saw nothing in between.

William was placed in this secret room behind the manager's office, which was where Henry Emily spent his time, primarily overseeing the secrecy and shouldering the burden it left on him. However, an employee or employees on break would NOT be allowed in the office for this unless he was notified first. The camera outside in the hallway would catch if anyone arrived without permission.

The light switch was thrown on, and the star attraction himself jumped a little, bulbous body jiggling a little. The bulbs overhead reflected off the glinting cuffs and chains attached to his sucked-in wrists, that being whoever's tastes, and there on an entire case in the middle of the south wall behind the disgraced ex-co-founder was an array of toys, oils, and small equipment pieces.

William glared at the two young men who came in today. He remembered them from Afton Robotics, the ones whom he caught on camera bitching about taking the stairs rather than the elevator. The fools should even be lucky they had employment. Yet here they were, and here he was after everything he and Henry had built. This was revenge, but it seemed like everything would go nowhere now.

"Dude, whoa, you smell much better than I heard Chris say when he was here last time." The speaker was the one who complained the most, having platinum blond hair spiked down at the ends and sleekly parted down the middle, eyes icy green as the green in the northern lights. I could care less about the brat's name, or his friend's. Or any of the others.

They're all the same in the end: the ones who come and have their way with me, reduce me to this. Just as Elizabeth and the others...

His daughter in the machine...the one he'd created in her image and for a purpose he would have enacted after Charlie...his sweet Elizabeth had been too weak to overpower his creation which developed a mind of its own, using his daughter's essence. She'd rallied the others against him, including Ballora who housed her mother, his wife who was leaving him, and here he was now. They'd stopped him before he could go further.

"You should wash out that mouth with it then, boy," William growled. The smell the idiot referred to was something springtime with citrus; if you asked him, it was detergent glorified in oil form.

The other one, a curly-haired brunette whose hygiene could do much better, went right behind William. He closed his eyes for a moment as the blond moved in front of him. He knew what was coming this way. "Think that scares me like you did before? You got no position to order anyone anymore, remember?" The boy's hands went to the front of his pants, his jeans which pissed William off. These kids these days especially in the workplace.

"Demeaning someone when they're down, I'm not surprised."

"And you didn't do that before, asshole?" William yelped when he felt the kick to his rear, just below what used to be the left cheek. It was enough to rattle his stretched flesh, the ripples on the surface like water, amusing his new tormentors. First time in this room ever since his transportation and imprisonment. "Taste of your own medicine, they say. Not like you didn't have it coming." Rustling on the shelf reached William's ears. "I don't know what Mr. Emily saw in you anyway. Or why someone like you is part of family entertainment. I feel bad for those kids of yours."

William wished he could turn his head around and give his best look to the little shit. "How dare you speak of my family!"

"Yeah, he's right, you son of a bitch. Can't handle the truth? Well, then this is all you'll be good for." Something hard and hot slapped against William's cheek. It was none other than the youth's member, the musk strong and hinted with an aftershave he couldn't name. At least it wasn't like the last one's filthy one. "Go ahead and open up, and if you think of biting me..."

Gritting his teeth, William agreed. There were some things he didn't want to endure again, some more tolerable than others. Who knew how long he'd live his life this way, but he wanted so much to figure out how to get out, deep down knowing it was impossible. Henry made sure of that.

If he was still alive then, he'd have to suffer Michael, the little bastard he should have left behind as soon as his bad behavior started.

William forced his mouth open, and shoved in was the young man's length. He wanted it over with and soon, so he could get back into the private little world within his mind. It was the only thing that kept him from going fully insane. His gag reflex closed in and made him cough around the offending meat in his mouth and throat, but he carried on with the suction. Behind him, he heard the footsteps of the brunette and items being set down on the cold concrete floor which had been mopped and polished this morning. It wasn't long before William felt the cold sensation of whipped gel at his frontal intimate area. Damn it, he hated everything, but this was the trump. The last time someone shaved off every tight curl on his pubis, he'd felt the aftereffects of a few cuts even during the act of - "AGH, GGRGH!" he grunted with the shaft still in his throat. The razor had started from around what used to be his scrotum of all places! He forced himself to concentrate on the blowjob and take it into his mouth once the load was unloaded.

"Dayum, you should see my handiwork, man." The blond just groaned in response, pulling himself from William's mouth after he was sure everything was down the man-blob's esophagus. William heard himself gasp, feeling his throat tighten at the sensation of a tongue and lips on his newly cleansed nether regions. The moans sent vibrations through his privates and throughout the rest of his body against his will. The dark side of his psyche sneered, Enjoy it while it lasts, you fool. You'll never have anything else again, and it's not like anyone else cares about what YOU want.

The blond left him and went around to see what his friend was talking about, whistling then. "Wow, yeah, you outdid yourself. Let me." A hand then came and ran its palm and fingers over William's flesh, prodding his divoted balls, manhood, and the surrounding inches they knew would react, also wiping off what was left behind of the other's saliva. "Do me a favor and get that grape-flavored stuff?"

A groan. "Dude, you just - oh, never mind. I know what it's like when one blowjob is all it takes. Coming up."

How hilariously ironic, the grape stuff that was used against him. He'd loved purple so much that Henry or someone thought to let that be allowed more than anything else of its kind, turning his cherished color against him. William gasped, holding his breath as the gel was rubbed over his sex. There was no holding back the humiliating moans and groans that left his throat and through his swollen lips that parted. He heard parts of what was said next, from his fair-haired rapist: "...care of him, man...I'll take over..." Next thing William knew, lips and fingers maneuvered over every part of his privates, a hand latched around his neglected length he hadn't realized had been filled with his own arousal. Soon after, a familiar cold metal ring was clasped around the base; this he knew was coming because his own pleasure was not important. He was just a thing to these men, after all, treated as he'd treated them before, but never did he think he'd come to this point.

The brunette had gone over to the control console on the other side of the door, where the top button was pushed to green, and the chains around William's wrists audibly rose and brought him to a semi-standing position, his engorged crotch on full display, and his ass hitting the floor for the one who orally violated him. Now the violation was coming to his rear.

Sure enough, it did, but the precious time was taken for the herbal-scented lubricant to be applied. With some grunts and grimaces of impatience, the lad's hands, slicked with enough gel because of the labor taken, worked to spread the cheeks apart until they arrived at their destination. Oh, dear God, what if he's not -?! William's worries were interrupted as soon as he felt the lubed head of that thing, calming him a bit, but it still forced its way in, some pain incurring his nerves.

Closing his eyes, William took some breaths to calm his erratic heartbeat. As much as he hated his new life and purpose, he had no choice but to try and enjoy what was given to him. The other's pleasure wasn't meant for him, but there were times his sweet spot had been hit, going right to his locked manhood and pelvic nerves. He moaned through his closed mouth, cheeks stifling some of it, his body wiggling and jiggling with the savage pounding -

- until a horrendous lash of pain struck him right on the pubic bone. William let out a shout as it traveled all over his sensitive areas and further along his outer skin areas.

"Bitch, did either of us say you could have fun here?" the brunette snapped. He had a whip in hand. He said it; William Afton was nothing but their toy, and as others called him: a bitch. A tool to be used, as he'd been used during Vietnam. "Do that again, and you get it every time we hear, right, bro?"

His friend grunted after hitting William's sweet spot he knew he'd found before. This time, the prisoner tried stifling it, but he had zero self-control, and as a consequence, the other man walked around and whipped him on both sides of the ass, everywhere he could find until the blond came in William.

Their break was almost up, but they still wanted to do more and fast. Anal rape was followed by another coerced blowjob, culminating with a vibrator shoved up and plugged into his canal which was coupled with masturbation on his tormentors' ends.

~o~

Henry Emily was leaving for the day, Mike waiting for him at the house, when he decided to pay his old friend a visit before the cleaning crew came. He never got sick of looking at what William had become, nor could he ever forgive him for what he did to his little girl.

He blamed Henry personally for the malfunction maybe more than he blamed Michael for Evan's skull being taken out; that malfunction should have been prevented because of that idiot mechanic who should have done the job properly the night before Evan's birthday. The guy was fired for his negligence and William was held responsible because the springlock system was pushed; the worst they both faced was being released rather than charged because Henry still had a bleeding heart and soft spot.

He should have seen it coming when Charlie was murdered, the footage recovered soon after, but he didn't show it to the police because he didn't want any more blows taken. Some nights he couldn't sleep because it ate at him just like William's current predicament ate at his soul. He had to keep telling himself he wasn't a killer.

Was what he was doing now any better?

The smell of bodily sexual fluids and manufactured intimate liquids reached his nostrils, but he ignored them. He and William locked eyes, but the other man said nothing, just closed his eyes because he couldn't turn his head away anymore. That was fine; there was nothing to say between them every time. But Henry had good news whether his old partner cared or not.

"Michael's got a date tonight. His first one ever. She's a pretty girl, same age as him. If things keep up, he might do better with her and his life than you ever have."

And that was what William Afton could never handle: someone being better than him at anything else. Sure, he was a genius, but he lacked warmth, love, compassion, and understanding. Henry was more of a father and a real man than he ever was to Michael, Elizabeth - who was also in Henry's custody - and Evan.

William cursed him out as the door closed in on him, another day of his imprisonment and torture waiting for him.

The girl Henry mentions sans name is Kaleia Kai-Lyons, my OC who is Michael's love interest and eventual wife in "I Will Find You", and the same one from the very first and third chapters in this collection. :) Before, I had her the same age as Evan, but I've upped it in here to Michael's age as I did in the previous chapters.