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Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Wonka was extremely proud of the fact that everything in the room was edible and raised his voice slightly so others could hear him everything in the room is edible, even I'm edible, but that is cannibalism my dear children and frowned upon in most societies he replied, seeming to have already forgotten about the Gloop boy by the time the large candied boat had started off. He bent over and took a ladle of the warm liquid chocolate, lifting it up and handing it to Charlie here, it's really good he insisted and waited for him to take it from him. Oh! The boy? Yes, he'll be fine. We aren't making fudge until tomorrow so nothing bad should happen he replied, smiling at him and showing off his brilliantly white teeth. The boat then dropped about a foot suddenly and the boat shot forward, going at extremely high speeds for a boat it's size and all Wonka could do was smile at them with a crazy gleam in his eye, it leaving when they passed several doors with words explaining what they were used for. What do you use hair cream for? Mrs. Beauregarde asked, earning a smile to lock in moisture he replied touching his hair with a white gloved hand. And here's our stop! he said excitedly, hopping out of the boat and helping Charlie and his grandfather out before going to open the door and leading them in. Welcome to the invention room! Remember not to touch, taste, or touch anything, you never know what'll happen he said, smiling at all the whizzing and creaking of the machines. Oh! These are everlasting gobstoppers, you can suck and suck and suck on them and the won't get any smaller! he said excitedly, then thought of it sexually and giggled a little. They then reached the gum machine and the little Beauregarde insisted on chewing it. He watched as she was enjoying the flavor and her nose started turning purple. Soon she swelled up like an oversized blueberry and had to be rolled to the juicing room. I've tried it on like, twenty oompaloompas and they all turn out like blueberries he said, shrugging I don't know what it is. Well, on with the tour!
Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Thank you. Charlie smiled, touching the ladle to his lips and taking a sip of the warm and frothy chocolate. He didn't know what to compare it to, thinking of a Wonka chocolate bar as it slid down his throat. It was literally all the delicious wonder that Mr. Wonka created, melted and in its most simple form! He handed the ladle over to his grandfather. Mr. Wonka was in the middle explaining once again that no other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall, when Veruca rudely interrupted with, you already said that. Charlie shifted uncomfortably, then took the ladle and handed it back to Mr. Wonka. I think it's brilliant. he smiled up at him, finding himself trying not to get lost in the man's eyes, his sparkling smile. There was something extremely entrancing about the candy make. The quick drop of the boat surprised Charlie a bit, but he merely held on and enjoyed it the movement of the boat caused the boy to bump into Willy Wonka gently, and he found his jacket to be velvety, soft and warm. Charlie giggled quietly at Mr. Wonka's explanation for hair cream, but looking at his perfect hair, it was entirely believable. The Invention Room was something to behold, and quite a spectacle. Whirring, dinging, ticking and bubbling noises filled the room. Charlie knew better than to go touching or tasting things in a place like this, but he wasn't sure the other children did. Apparently, Violet the gum chewer was going to be the first to confirm that. Charlie had been watching Willy Wonka explain the everlasting gobstoppers, grinning wide when he'd mentioned how good they were for children with little allowence money, when he'd noticed a frown on his face. Mr. Wonka then explained the gum making machine, and how it wasn't ready, but it didn't matter much Violet stuck her gum behind her ear and took the new piece immediately. Charlie looked up at Mr. Wonka with a concerned expression. What came next was entirely unexpected, and Grandpa George shook his head as the large blueberry was wisked away. Charlie didn't ask about her, figuring that she'd end up as okay as anyone would after that incident. Now with the group a bit quieter and smaller, they moved on down through a strange hallway, going west. Mike Teavee was busy bombarding Mr. Wonka with irritating questions, and Charlie could tell the young chocolatier was feeling pushed. Feeling bad, Charlie asked a kinder question before Mike could flare up again. Mr. Wonka...do you remember the first candy you ever ate? The boy smiled up at him, his brown eyes glittering with interest.
Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Charlie looked at the other good little child, quickly looking away when Mike glared intimidatingly at him. He had a feeling that this boy was going to get himself into trouble, especially watching him press the TV Room button so eagerly. The glass elevator was a fun but slightly frightening ride, as it happened to go upwards, downwards, sideways, longways and any other ways you could think of. They passed by the puppet recovery room quite recent, the cannon blasting room, the cotton sheep shearing room Wonka didn't want to explain that and many more. Charlie stepped out of the glass elevator in a sort of daze, accepting the large white glasses that Mr. Wonka was passing out. The TV room was incredibly bright even with the glasses on, and the boy wondered what the purpose of it was. Apparently Mr. Wonka had been in the process of inventing a way to transport chocolate bars through the TV this put Mike in a bad mood for some reason, and Charlie could just feel him working up to an argument. He wondered if Mr. Wonka had actually managed to make this work, and was skeptical when the man told him to reach out and grab the finished product. He did, however, and found that it was just a regular chocolate bar. Willy Wonka really was brilliant, and Charlie found himself smiling up at him again, a strange hint of some kind of longing in his brown eyes. The glance was broken when Mike decided to leap up into the teleporting machine, and Charlie found himself staring at a very small brat inside the closest TV. Mr. Teavee plucked him out, holding him between his fingers in horror. Mr. Wonka was right, Mike was going to end up very skinny... And the taffy puller? That sounded painful. Charlie looked up at his grandfather as they exited the room, placing their glasses in the proper slot. He wasn't sure if Willy Wonka had realized who was left yet, and wrung his hands nervously behind his back. Was he really the last one? It didn't seem realistic. Charlie swallowed hard, his heart fluttering in anticipation as he watched the chocolatier turn around in surprise.
Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Willy Wonka was already prepared to head off to another part of the factory to slowly diminish the children down one by one, getting lost in his train of thought as he ran into the glass Wonkavator, righting himself before trying again, this time pressing the button to open the doors. He asked how many children were left and the old man responded by saying that Charlie was the only one left. Where did the others go? he asked almost absentmindedly. He looked excited then I've been waiting to press this button forever he told him, pressing one that sent them shooting upwards, looking up and looking at the gauges well this isn't any good, we're not going nearly fast enough to break through he said, Grandpa George looking worried. Hold on! he shouted as they got close, breaking through the ceiling without much difficulties and hovering when the engines kicked in. It floated through the air and he asked where the boys house was, going towards it and landing in the middle of the large room that was their house. He stepped out into the dust and looked around while Charlie spoke with his parents. Alright Charlie, it's time to go he said, explaining how he was giving him the chocolate factory and that he would have to come with him and leave his parents behind forever. Apparently he didn't think that was such a cool idea and refused his offer, hurting him immensely. He was so shocked and unhappy he just left, leaving a few weeks time before seeing the boy again. He was sitting up in a high chair, a newspaper covering his face while a small boy cleaned his shoes, striking up a conversation about Wilber, or Wally, the chocolate maker. Fine, I'll let your family come and live with us in the factory he gave in finally, telling him to get into his glass machine and flying him back towards the factory. When he started to land the unmanageable object Charlie would be able to see his entire house had moved locations into the giant, completely edible room. I want you, and I will do whatever it takes to get you he said plainly, looking at him and smiling gently, being completely serious. He leaned down closely while they were still alone and kissed his lips gently, tasting the soft flesh and wanting more but refusing to take it, pulling away and smiling gently. I've wanted to do that since I set eyes on you he told him, smiling and taking his hand would you like you go have dinner then? I hear your mom is making a lovely candied ham and green beans he said, smiling victoriously.
Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Wonka was telling him the best way to get the apples down without bruising them or messing up the perfect caramel glaze when he heard his little chocolatier run up from behind, turning and smiling at him when he was hugged around the middle, wrapping his arms around the boy and lifting him, turning him a couple of times in the air before setting him down to listen to what he had to say. He was impressed, the boy had the gift that not many had and it would make it that much easier to hand the factory over to him when he needed to. Mr. Bucket, I dare say you are a genius he said, smiling at him. He hadn't tried kissing him since that first time and hadn't mentioned it since Charlie hadn't, wondering if he had overstepped, even though the boy hadn't started acting strangely. Charlie hugged him often and he was thankful for that. He was a generally warm person so people had mentioned that when hugging him so Charlie must have liked that. He called an oompa loompa over and told him to start working on a flavored ink, mainly just a thicker colored dye that would also have a little flavoring. He was sure he had thought of the idea in the most innocent of ways and he was thinking of a very dirty, fun way that he could use the flavored ink. He leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, looking at him soberly. Do you like me Charlie? he asked him, sitting down on the grass and looking up at him, holding his hand I mean really like me he said, looking at the candied grass and pulling up a few blades, eating them while waiting for his answer. Because I like you a lot Charlie but I don't want to make a fool of myself, well at least more than I normally do, if you don't feel the same way he told him, looking at the sweet boy as hair fell forward into his face, wanting to lean up and brush it out of his eyes.
Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Charlie smiled down at Mr. Wonka, still wallowing in the excitement of coming up with a possible product. Yet again, it took him a moment to realize the nature of the man's sentence. He hadn't expected him to say anything like that, and he felt a blush rise immediately in his face. The boy sat down next to the chocolatier, hugging his knees to his chest. I like you, Mr. Wonka. The boy let his hand rest in the grass, fiddling with the edible blades and trying to think of what to say. He did really like Mr. Wonka, more than he wanted to tell anyone. Was it true that he felt the same way? I um...I uh... Charlie began, his ears turning pink. He looked around to make sure no one was present, and indeed they were the only ones beneath the shade of the candy apple tree. I like you a lot...but don't tell anyone. Charlie whispered, turning himself towards the candy maker. He was young, yes, but he was not a fool, and he had a feeling that he wasn't really supposed to have a crush on someone so much older than himself. He wasn't sure why, though. Why shouldn't he be allowed to have a crush on Willy Wonka, the amazing chocolatier? Charlie sat still for a moment before wrapping his arms up around Mr. Wonka's neck in a quick hug, then taking a daring move and touching his soft lips quickly Mr. Wonka's cheek. It was quick and gentle, like a flittering butterfly kiss, and Charlie drew back, Willy's silky hair brushing his nose. The boy looked down at the grass, smiling innocently with a hint of embarrassment. I liked it when you did that. You can do that again if you want, when we're...when no one's looking. Charlie blushed mischeviously, a few wisps of hair falling into his face. If you don't want to though, that's okay. Charlie wasn't sure why, but he wanted to touch Mr. Wonka, and he wanted him to touch him back. He was so beautiful, like an angel, and he wanted to feel his hair, his face, his hands, the warmth of him. I really, really like you.
Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Willy Wonka smiled easily at him, looking around to see what he was looking for and realized then that the boy wasn't oblivious to the nature of a relationship between two men of such an age difference. He wouldn't try to make him any more uncomfortable, though he felt the boy wrap his arms around his neck and ever so lightly leave a breath of a kiss on his cheek, somehow affecting him more than if he had kissed him full on. Oh, you can be sure that I will be doing it again he whispered teasingly, wrapping an arm around his waist before he could get too far away, his fingers moving quickly along his sides, moving and tickling his young and sensitive body, not letting go or showing any mercy for what seemed like a decade before giving the boy a chance to breathe. He laughed along with the other I'm really glad to hear that, 'cause I like you a lot he told him, looking around quickly and getting up quickly come on, I want to show you something he told him, grabbing his hand and pulling him alongside as they moved through trees and bushes, of course they were all edible, and eventually came upon a wall, the elder male finding a certain spot and pressing his thumb to it, a panel of the solid white rock hissing softly and moving, presenting a circular space that he got into with Charlie. It was dark for only a few moments as the rock slid shut and they were moving upwards, light streaming in and allowing for a view of a stark white room that was extremely large and open, a kitchen on one side with a bar for a table, a couch with a large tv and a lavish king sized bed on the opposite wall. He smiled at Charlie welcome to my humble abode he said to him, letting the boy look around and do what he wanted to. He went to the fridge and got an iced chocolate drink, sipping on it while he watched the boy, admiring him immensely. Mr. Wonka moved to the couch, setting his drink on the glass coffee table and beckoned for Charlie to come closer, making him straddle his lap when he leaned back into the comfortable chair. He grabbed the boys perfect, round ass and squeezed gently, leaning forward and giving another kiss, one that was slightly more forceful and possessive, but sweet and caring nonetheless. You can do whatever you want to here, Charlie, so show me, what do you really want from me? he asked him, lips brushing the sensitive skin at his neck, kissing the skin before letting his teeth tease him as he bit him gently.
Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Wonka hadn't been expecting such a tender and sweet embrace, very innocent from the young boy. He hid his disappointment when the other pulled away from the gentle bite to his neck but didn't dwell on it for long. When the gloves came off it was strange to feel skin touching him where no one had in a long time. At the silent requested he simply smiled, feeling the nimble fingers untuck and pull his shirt up far enough so that he could wrap his arms around his middle. He had shed his jacket when he had come in and at this point he removed the hat from his head and set it on the table. He felt the boy nuzzle into his neck and he sighed deeply, holding him close like he wanted. He leaned forward a bit and pulled the sweater and shirt over his head, leaving his upper half unclothed. His body was the white that had never seen the sun and though he was the great inventor of sweets he didn't have a trace of fat on him. His dark eyes watched the boy as he touched his hair and called him pretty I'm gorgeous, I don't know what you're talking about he teased, pulling him close, running a hand through the boys hair, touching his face that felt like silk. Wonka closed his eyes, feeling the ghost of a touch on his lips, opening them again, sharing a warmth that he hadn't felt in such a long time. If he wanted touch, touch is what he would get, his hands moving down his body slowly, taking in every curve and committing it to memory before he found the bottom of his shirt, thumbs hooking up underneath the fabric and pulling it up, keeping eye contact with the boy in case he wanted to stop, though he didn't think that he did. It seemed that Charlie wanted more than he was saying, and it may have been that he didn't know that he wanted it. Once the shirt was tossed onto the floor the larger male pulled Charlie against his body again, feeling the heat radiating off of him and sinking into his own skin. He had never been this close with someone, he had distanced himself from his father at a young age and when he was gone he found that it had been useful, so he treated all relationships that way, but now he couldn't seem to push the innocent, delicious boy away from him. His soft hands, though muscular and long, traveled to his torso, sliding up the boy's stomach, feeling the child fat that would last until puberty and finding his perky nipples, recently exposed to the air, running his thumbs over them. Kiss me Charlie he whispered against his lips, his eyes speaking of encouragement and want, thinking that he could have Charlie all to himself for as long as he lived. It hadn't been his initial thought but now that he was here, and would continue to be here for a while to run the factory, he could continue to do this with his apprentice, at least until the other came of age and decided to come out or just decide that he didn't want to be with the man any more.
Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Willy felt the soft skin of the other wrap around him once again, and he knew that he was a cuddler. He was sure that Charlie would be content to lay there with him, or on him, for a long time. He wanted to see if Charlie would go ahead and kiss him, and he wanted to give the boy some confidence. His hands went up to the boy's throat and cupped his head in his hands, his thumbs brushing along his chin easily as he kissed him back the first two times gently. It was only until he got to that last kiss that Charlie couldn't go on any longer, fidgeting on his lap and making Wonka take a deep intake of breath. He was becoming aroused by the boy and was ready to show him that. Charlie he said softly, his face nearing the others and kissing his cheek softly. You aren't scared, you're too smart for that, and I know that you don't ever do this, I'm glad that you don't. Just trust me, my sweet boy he said softly, easily moving his hands away from the front of his pants. His fingers nimbly unbuttoned them before pulling the zipper down. That feels better doesn't it? he asked him, knowing that sometimes it hurt for kids who didn't know that that happened or why and would just leave it. He was going to need to do the same thing in a moment. He slid the pants down past his hips and smiled a little, the palm of his hand running along his length and trying to pleasure the boy who had never done something like this. Charlie, I want you to finish undressing me, okay? he asked, leaning into him and kissing his lips lightly. He wanted to have him do it, to watch his face and his hesitance while he did it. He wanted to watch his expressions and actions. Most of all he wanted to see the head of his meat going into the mouth of the boy, to feel his hot, wet cavern before he took him in his other hole, knowing he would be trying his best to make it pleasurable to his Charlie so that he would want to do it again and again. He figured that once he had had his first orgasm he would be stuck, wanting for Willy to do it again, leading him to being in control of him for a while, wanting a sweet little boy he could bend over his couch and take from behind, hearing him making noise that would only fuel him further.
Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Willy Wonka was so glad that he had Charlie here with him, and glad that he had had the idea to 'adopt' a young apprentice to help him out. This venture had turned out better than he could have hoped. He understood why he was so nervous and didn't want to undress himself and let him touch him just yet. After his pants were finally off he watched Charlie prepare himself and watched the internal struggle in his eyes. Willy thought that he was going to go crazy, first with the fabric rubbing along his length and then when the boys hand brushed against the head of his erection, causing a soft moan to escape his rosy lips. Charlie shut his eyes and pulled his underwear off in a fluid motion and he couldn't help but laugh softly at his expression, watching as he pulled his knees up to his chest and hid himself while he own length stood proudly, wanting attention. He watched Charlie scoot closer, glad that he wasn't freaking out or scared of him. No, especially if you rub it he said, his hand, circling the base of his cock before a soft, warm hand reached out and gently squeezed the head of his length, groaning, his eyes looking back up to the boy. You don't need to be embarrassed, it's completely natural for this to happen he told him reassuringly, reaching out to touch him lightly. Come here, just touch mine, and if you want me to touch yours and make you feel this good I'll do that too he told him and pulled him a little closer. He was just trying to make the boy more comfortable in the situation because he definitely wasn't going to force him into anything when it came down to this. Besides, he had all the time he needed. He had an oompa loompa go back and tell his parents that he would be staying with Wonka for the night so that they could discuss candy, telling them that Charlie would sleep in the bed while Willy would be on the couch, knowing that there was no way that he wasn't going to sleep curled up around Charlie. He pulled Charlie forward and took his hand, wrapping it around his arousal, making him stroke him slowly, groaning softly. He leaned into him and kissed his cheek and neck, pulling him even closer. He wanted to go ahead and bend him over and take him, his hand going down his chest and stomach, finding his underwear while his eyes watched the other the entire time, his hand going underneath the fabric and rubbing the boys erection, trying to make him feel as good as he was himself.