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Part 2
Willy Wanker pushes open another set of double doors. Beyond them lies a sight unlike anything Colin has ever seen before. The group of boys and adults are suddenly in a garden, but a very unusual one.
The grass glistens in the light of the lamps high above, and it feels as soft as silk when Colin touches it. There are flowers growing wherever you look, but instead of flowering buds they have large large cock-heads, some of them with pre-cum balancing on the tips like dew. In fact, there are cocks everywhere, pricks of every size, colour and description just sticking out of the ground as if they were molehills.
"Sacre bleu!" exclaims Luc. "C'est heaven most pure!"
The French boy looks like any other child would in a candy store. He rushes from one penis to the next, his eyes large as dinner plates. He can't choose just one...
"I don't like this colourful sissy crap," Spike pouts, and he puts action to his words by kicking a large orange dong that's jutting out of the ground near him. It spontaneously starts to spill forth a milky substance.
Luc's eyes grow even wider at seeing this. Taken with the idea, he picks out a humongous red dong standing guard at the edge of a river of what looks to Colin like Vaseline, kicks off his skimpy pants and thong, and lowers himself onto the dildo with apparent ease.
"Mmmm," Luc moans. "C'est incredible!"
It seems incredible to Colin as well. The dildo must be at least ten inches long, but Luc has buried it in his ass all the way to the hilt. The way he's sitting on the riverbank now you'd almost think there was no cock hiding under him at all. But there is, and Luc starts to move up and down on his well-practised legs, almost letting the dildo escape and then plunging down onto it again.
After some time of this, and now that Colin's little cock feels like it could burst straight right through the buttons on his second-hand trousers, Luc finally stands up. The dildo leaves his bum hole with a noticeable squelching sound, and a trail of clear liquid and ass juices trickles down his leg even as he walks confidently towards another fake dick, this one even bigger than the last.
"I can never have just ze one," Luc says to Willy Wanker with a mischievous wink. The famous toymaker looks very cool, almost as if he is resigned to what is happening.
Colin is behind Luc as he rises from this second dildo, so he has a great view of the boy's wide open arse, pushed to its limits so much that it might never close again. But the young Frenchman doesn't mind. He whizzes from cock to cock, like a bee travelling from flower to flower.
And then he strikes the motherlode. Off to one side in Wanker's perverted inside garden stands what looks at first like a phallic garden ornament, because it is grey and of great size. But when you touch it, as Luc now does, you will find that it is actually as smooth as skin. And the little pool of artificial pre-cum on top of it looks very inviting. Especially to one as randy as Luc.
"Put me up there, papa," he demands of his beret-wearing father, jumping up and down with excited giddiness. "I want to feel it inside me."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," says Willy in a soft, small voice.
But both Luc and his father haven't heard him, or they're not listening. The Parisian gentleman takes his son in his arms and sets him squarely on top of the giant dildo. Much thanks to his open hole, Luc is already beginning to stretch around the enormous cockhead. As he slides down slowly, his eyes are shut, his face is as red as a beet, and he's sweating.
"He'll never manage it," Godfrey sniffs dismissively.
And yet he does. It takes a long time, and Luc trembles with exertion all the way down, but eventually his feet reach the ground, his butt lowers itself on the great grey balls, and he's got Willy Wanker's biggest dildo all the way up his poopchute.
"That's not a dildo," Willy observes calmly. "It's a fountain."
Luc is still moaning. A cock that size must feel amazing, Colin thinks to himself. But then the huge dong starts to shake and shudder. Something's building up, about to burst forth. For one brief moment Luc freezes, realisation finally dawning on him.
"Merde."
And he goes flying, launched sky high by the white goo that explodes suddenly from the giant penis. Colin catches one last glimpse of Luc's gaping hole before it disappears along with the rest of the boy into the river of lubricant.
"Wicked," Spike says with a smile.
"You might want to close your eyes, little boy," Willy tells Luc, who is now desperately sputtering around in the thick, clear liquid. "That river leads to the recycling centre. This lubricant is...pre-loved."
Colin looks over at Godfrey, who's telling Luc's dumb-struck father that he could sue over something like this. But the Frenchman seems too stunned to say anything, even when Willy reassures him his son will not be harmed.
He's not lying. Six midgets suddenly appear from behind a set of cock-shaped bushes. They look absolutely identical, with literally bronzed bodies and bright red hair. They carry a large hose into which they quickly manage to suck the helpless Luc.
"My Humpy-Pumpies," Willy explains with a smile. "They'll treat the boy well. You can wait for your son in the recuperation room, Mr whatever-your-name-is. As for the rest of you, shall we go on?"