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The laughter and running of children filled the pizzeria, they were scattered everywhere. A birthday party was taking place here, at Fredbear's Diner. It wasn't unusual, the place was at its peak since its opening and the owners of the place were swimming with money.
William Afton, the co-owner was taking his stroll around the place, his eyes catching sight of every little human passing by him. His intentions were sickening, disturbing, and twisted. No good energy radiated off this man ever. Once he was done looking around he slipped into the back, where his favorite springlock suit sat. Springbonnie. The suit was propped up ready to be shown on stage but William's plans were far more different than just to "preform." He grabbed ahold of the springbonnie head, the clicks signifying the head was detached from its endoskeleton.
He lifted it up and turned the head to face away from him, smiling he brought it over himself and put it on. He then proceeded to turn to the vents, already getting hard at the thoughts infecting his head. He grabbed a batch of candy and lowered himself onto the large vents, he opened it and climbed inside, making his way to one of the party rooms that was gleaming with joyful kids.
He stared out the vent entrance at all the little kids walking around and talking at tables. Then he spotted him, the birthday boy. He was talking with his little friends, joking around. He was around 7 to 8 years old, sleek brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes. So perfect.. And just for William.
He grabbed the batch of candy, preparing his bait. He discreetly opened the vent. His eyes locking in on the boy. His friends parted ways to go back to the arcade while he stayed behind, eating birthday cake. William shook the candy bag, whispering words.
"Birthday boy... Hey!"
The boy clearly heard, head looking left to right to find the source of the whispering and calling to him but to no avail until he whispered again.
"Hey! Down here, kid"
William hushed once more, shaking the bag more insistently, wanting to be quick before kids began to notice, or worse. Parents. When the boy finally looked down to the direction of the vents, to the left of him, he got off his seat and walked over to him.
"Hi bunny! What are you doing down here?" William became more desperate than he already was. He opened the bait, giving him a lollipop.
"Hey beautiful.. Here, a gift for you! I have more if you just come a little closer..."
William whispered, the boy took the lollipop and smiled. Being a foolish kid he leaned down and knelt down to get closer to William. Just then, the kid was snatched into the vent with him.
"Ah! Mr. Bunny?!"
The boy exclaimed, trying to pull back and get out of the vent, but of course. William was just too strong for such a small boy. Thr bait and lollipop long forgotten. William snickered, closing the vent before shuffling down to get a bit further away from the sounds of people. He pinned the boy down beneath him, breathing harshly through his springbonnie head.
"Such a sweet looking boy you are.."
William's hand carresed his face ever so gently. The boy's face seemed frightened and on the verge of tears, his breath shaking.
"Mist- Mister bunny, I'm scared!"
He whined, William chuckled, grabbing the boys face.
"It's alright, I'll treat you good.. I'm giving you a gift."
He then let his other hand travel down the boy's body, tugging down the hem of the boy's pants. The boy quickly began to struggle, whining with discomfort.
"Bunny no! That's bad!!"
William shoved both the boy's pants and little briefs down to his ankles, then paused. Looking up at his eyes.
"Ah.. I'm sorry kiddo, you aren't enjoying it, are you?"
William teased, grinning behind his mask. The little boy shook his head, trying to pull away, but William just held him down harder.
"You're gonna be fine.."
He chuckled, his eyes darted down to the boy's soft cocklet. William reached down, stroking the small length with two fingers. The boy whined, trying to push the larger hands off him.
"Stop- stop touching me there!!"
William the clamped a hand down on the boy's mouth, his whines still echoing through the vents.
"Shut the fuck up, kid."
Williams tone had suddenly shifted to a much darker and less caring one. He let go of the boy to undo his own pants and shoving them down while the boy whimpered and cried quietly beneath him. Williams cock sprang out, already hard and leaking pre cum. The cramped space of the vent made him so much harder.
William continued breathing harshly, taking off the boys lower clothing so he could then open his legs up for himself.
"Your body is beautiful.."
William groaned, his cock visibly twitching as he gazed down between the boys legs. He brought a finger to his lips. Sucking it wet before bringing it back down to his tight entrance. The boy wiggled again, whining underneath Williams palm.
"This won't hurt much.."
He lied, circling the boys pucker before gently inserting it inside him. The boy immediately began squirming, crying harder at the uncomfortable feeling of his finger. He attempted to speak over the palm but none of it was coherent. William felt fed up and lifted his palm off the boys mouth to then wrap his fingers around his throat, squeezing harshly.
"I told you to shut up, didn't I?"
William chuckled, the boy struggling to pry Williams hands off. He loosened his grip but then continued with his hole, stretching him a little so it wouldn't be as painful for himself, not the boy.
"Daddy's going to make you feel better now, okay?"
He breathed out, fingers slipping out of his hole, after that he grabbed ahold of his thick cock, positioning it between the boys legs. He pushed in slowly, groaning. The boy began struggling harder, attempting to fight back. His pucker wasn't large enough to be pushed in slowly so William gave up after a second or two and forced himself in, moaning quietly at the warmth and tightness that enveloped his cock.
"Shit.. That feels amazing.."
The boy on the other hand was being tortured, being ripped apart with just how large William's cock felt inside of him, and it was only the tip. He cried and whined loudly but William's hand moved back to his mouth so it wouldn't be heard.
After settling inside for a minute, William pushed inside further, panting unevenly. Ignoring the boy's struggle William felt like he was in heaven, moving faster little by little. His larger frame consuming the boy's. A hand gripped the boy's thighs, harsh, bruising.
"Such a good boy, gripping Daddy's cock like that.."
William moaned pathetically. Eventually the boy had given up, learning that there wasn't anything he could do with a much bigger man using him like this. In the worse way possible. William, thrusted hard and fast in and out of the boy's ass. He used like some sort of sex toy, panting like a dog in heat.
William's body was covered in sweat, each thrust making him gather more sweat behind his back, his forehead, his palms. And the boy felt it, each warm breath radiating off Williams mouth, the disgusting sweay palms. It all made him feel dizzy and confused, especially eith the small space of both of them in the vent which added to William's horniness.
"You're gonna make me cum.."
He groaned above the boy. His eyes still raining with tears, head turned away from the evil bunny man. Within a few more minutes of thrusting and panting he came inside, trutting his hips deeper in the boy as the warm white semem spewed from him.
"Oh fuck.. Yes, such a good boy..."
William muttered, softly panting until he was able to regain control of himself. It was a relieve when he pulled out his cock for the birthday boy, the soft cock wet with liquids. Although William ignored it and shuffled his boxers and pants on, doing his belt.
"You did so good.. Happy birthday."
William wished he was kissing the boys lips, but he couldn't risk his identity getting out if he took off his mask. He simply soothed the boy's hair to the side and helped clean him put his clothes back on before letting him escaping from the vents and back out to the party room.
William, going back to the storage room took off his mask and put it right back on springbonnie. Wiping the sweat off himself as he made way to his office.