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Peter loved his job. Strictly speaking, he didn’t have to work. His dad was loaded and bought Peter whatever he wanted, on top of giving Peter his own credit cards and an allowance. His other dad was equally well-off.
But Peter liked what he did, and was more than happy going to work every day after school.
He’d lied on the resume and used a fake ID to get it, but that wasn’t a big deal to Peter. He had told his employers he was freshly eighteen when he’d been hired a year and a half ago, but in reality, he was still only sixteen. He knew it wasn’t legal, and assumed that the cafe would be in all sorts of trouble if it ever came out, but his dads would handle that if it happened so he wasn’t concerned.
He slipped in through the back employee entrance and made his way to his locker. He pulled out his uniform and kicked off his sneakers. He stripped quickly and sat on the bench to pull on his thigh-high white socks and then his five-inch red heels. Then he pulled his smock over his head and tied it behind his back. Standing, he smoothed the front of the apron down. The frills barely covered his modesty with the tip of his little cocklet peeking out. He wondered if he could get it any shorter, but figured the tease is what got them such great tips.
Finally dressed, Peter locked his phone and day clothes up and headed out into the cafe, passing his manager’s empty office. He pushed the door open and scanned the room. It wasn’t busy, but then it was only four in the afternoon.
He turned to check the schedule and find his section and then went to his first customer. The man - it was always men, Peter didn’t know why women never patronized the place, but that had been his experience - leered at Peter when he sashayed over.
“Hi, my name is Peter, and I’ll be serving you today,” he said, holding his notepad and pen ready.
“Hmm, are you on the menu?” The man asked.
Peter withheld an eye roll and smiled brightly.
“Sure am! Why don’t you take a moment to look over the menu?” Peter said.
The man’s eyes dropped to the menu, quickly finding the parts that mentioned how much it cost to play with the employees. His eyes bulged and he coughed. Peter held back a grin and waited.
“I’ll take a coffee, two creams, and one sugar,” the man said.
“Coming right up!” Peter chirped.
That’s how it always went with first-timers. They came in with an idea of what they wanted, but once they saw the price they balked and decided to buy something simple to be allowed to stay. If they were lucky, a wealthier client would be in and they’d get a free show on the other man’s dime.
Peter dropped the coffee at the man’s table and moved on to his next patron. This one was a regular and Peter knew his order, so he grabbed it from the counter before making his way over. He leaned over the table to place a muffin in front of the man and offered him a smile.
“Hi, Bobby,” Peter said in a low voice.
“Hey, Peter,” Bobby grinned.
Bobby couldn’t afford much, but Peter liked him. He twitched his apron to flash a bit of skin at the man and moved on to the next table.
His grin widened and he sidled up to the table. The man grinned back and slid his hand over Peter’s ass.
“Hey, Daddy,” Peter purred.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Tony replied, rubbing his hand over Peter’s asscheek. “Get Daddy the usual, baby.”
Peter nodded and turned and Tony swatted his ass as he walked away. Daddy, aka Tony Stark, was one of Peter’s favorite patrons. He came in for every one of Peter’s shifts and stayed all night, playing with Peter. He’d started coming in after Peter got the job, exactly a month later.
Daddy also happened to be Peter’s father and one of two other people who knew Peter’s true age, aside from Peter himself. He’d found out that Peter had a job at fourteen and been pleased at the boy’s ambition. When he found out where Peter worked, he told the boy to expect a visit. He had wanted to “see what it was like” and Peter had freaked out.
Then his dad showed up, took one look at Peter’s uniform, and sat down in Peter’s section to order. He had tried everything, by now, but had a few favorites.
Peter grabbed the app-controlled bullet vibe off his shelf and went back to his dad’s table. He passed it over and waited for his next instruction.
“Good boy,” Tony said. “Let Daddy see, now.”
Peter grinned and tugged his apron up, spreading his legs. Tony turned the vibe on and pressed it into Peter’s cocklet, pulling a gasp from the boy. Peter looked around and spotted Bobby and the new guy watching. He blew a kiss to Bobby and looked back at his dad.
Tony worked Peter up until slick began to drool out of his pussy and then he dragged it back, between Peter’s folds, until he could press it inside. Peter cried out and Tony inserted it to the base. His hand trailed up and he tugged Peter’s little cocklet again before he pulled his hand away. Peter dropped his apron and bit his lip, waiting to see what Daddy wanted next.
“Go on, baby, you’ve got more tables,” Tony said.
Peter nodded and headed to the newest arrival. Daddy was one of a few people who didn’t have to pre-pay for their services. They had a tab and they were allowed to do whatever they wanted and cash out at the end of their stay.
Daddy liked to put the vibe in Peter and make him work as normal, playing with the settings randomly. Peter filled a few more orders and Daddy changed the settings enough that Peter cried out in front of other tables a few times. Then Daddy flagged him down.
“Hmm, baby get Daddy the number ten,” Tony said.
“O-okay, Daddy,” Peter replied, stuttering because Tony increased the intensity of the vibe inside him.
He made his way to the back of the cafe and grabbed the number ten, making sure he had all the pieces. Daddy really liked this one, and Peter did, too. He got back to Daddy’s table and set up the toy before standing back and waiting for Daddy’s next instruction.
“Hmm, good job with the setup, baby,” Tony said and Peter smiled. Then Tony reached forward and tugged the vibe out of Peter. He turned it off and set it on a dish on his table and then refocused on Peter. Tony stood and beckoned Peter closer. When Peter stood beside him, Tony lifted one of Peter’s legs and pulled him over the dildo, pressing it inside Peter.
Peter let out a low moan and Tony lowered his leg, impaling the boy on the dildo. This one was Tony’s favorite because it was a clone of Tony’s own cock. Peter loved it, too, for the same reason. That and because Daddy was big.
Tony sat back in his booth and pressed the button to turn the machine on. Instantly, the toy began to thrust inside Peter and he cried out. His coworker handed him a tray with water and Peter tried to focus on his dad.
“H-ah, here’s y-your water, Dad-Daddy,” Peter gasped.
He reached forward and placed the tray on the table and Tony grinned.
“Thanks, baby, that’s perfect,” Tony said, crossing his leg over his knee.
Peter caught sight of his Dad’s bulge and whimpered, knowing he’d end the night impaled by the real thing.
The machine was on wheels, and Peter had to keep doing his job. So when Bobby flagged him down, he walked over to his table and gasped, stuttering over his question.
“Wha-hm, what c-can I help you with, Bobby?” Peter asked.
“I’d like a coffee, black, if you don’t mind, sugar,” Bobby said.
“Com-mm, coming right up,” Peter said.
He continued to serve his tables until Daddy flagged him down again. His father liked to make Peter work for a while before he’d let the boy come. And he always made sure that happened at his table.
“H-how can I help?” Peter gasped.
“Oh, you can just let Daddy get a good look at you, baby,” Tony said.
Peter bit his lip and lifted the apron, spreading his legs so Tony could see the toy pistoning in and out of him. The toy ratcheted up a few notches, fucking Peter faster and pulling a loud moan from the boy. Tony reached forward and tugged Peter’s cocklet until he seized and throbbed in his father’s hand. He came, spurting a small amount of omega come onto Tony’s fingers and writhing over the dildo inside him.
The toy stopped moving and Peter sagged, panting for breath.
“Good boy,” Tony cooed.
He stood and lifted Peter’s leg again, slipping the toy out of him. Peter sagged against the man and Tony held him until his legs firmed up.
“Go on, you’ve got more work to do, sunshine,” Tony said.
Peter nodded and made his way to the newest arrival, another regular who was tied for Peter’s favorite with Daddy.
“Hi, Bucky, how can I serve you today?” Peter asked.
“Hmm, let me get a number three, baby boy,” Bucky said and Peter whimpered but nodded.
He hopped up on the table and spread his thighs, bracketing Bucky in the booth. Bucky leaned forward and took a deep breath and kissed Peter’s inner thigh.
Peter should have expected Bucky to want a number three, he loved cleaning up after Daddy and he did it at home all the time. Bucky kissed up Peter’s thigh until he reached the boy’s center and took his small cocklet into his mouth. Peter moaned and threw his head back and Bucky suckled on the small appendage. He braced himself on his hands and leaned back, canting his hips up into Bucky’s face.
The new guy was drooling when Peter glanced at him and Peter moaned again, for the man’s benefit. Bucky pulled off Peter’s cocklet and delved his tongue between Peter’s folds, lapping up the come and slick there. Peter’s hips moved of their own accord and he was glad it was Bucky and not a stricter alpha. But he knew his other dad liked it when Peter enjoyed himself, so he continued to grind up into his face.
Bucky was Tony’s mate, an unconventional pair of alphas that had fallen in love not long after Peter’s mother died. Since Tony had a child already, he’d bucked convention and married Bucky. Peter loved Bucky as much as his father and there had never been any issues in their relationship. Bucky had found out about Peter’s job shortly after his father had, and had joined Tony in visiting the boy. He didn’t come by every shift, but he was here more often than not.
Bucky gripped Peter’s thighs and held his legs open, drinking down the slick that Daddy had made, and then kept going to drink the new slick he was making. Peter moaned and felt his orgasm building. His fingers tangled in Bucky’s long hair and he cried out.
“Ah, gonna come alpha,” Peter gasped.
“Good boy,” Tony purred and Peter looked to the side to find his father watching.
He cried out and started to shake, coming and spurting a small amount of come out of his cocklet. Bucky eased him through it and then leaned back. He pressed a soft kiss to Peter’s spent cocklet and then licked his lips.
“Delicious,” Bucky murmured and Peter grinned, his knee coming up over his opposite thigh.
“Thanks,” Peter said.
Bucky grinned back and helped Peter off the table and Peter went to check his other tables. The new guy had left and he refilled Bobby’s coffee. The room was filled with the moans of his coworkers and he slipped into the back to take his break.
He checked his phone and found a text from his dad in the group chat with Bucky.
Daddy: you think any of these men know that it’s your father’s cock spreading you open and making you feel so good?
Daddy: or that you’re just a baby, putting yourself on display for all these grown men?
Peter squirmed, his thighs coming together and he glanced around. He didn’t see anyone back there and he looked at his dad’s next message.
Daddy: look at you, grinding that pretty little pussy into your stepdaddy’s face
Peter felt his face heat up and sat on the bench, squirming. His dad did that a lot, sending him teasing messages when Peter was working and couldn’t access his phone.
Peter: you’re such a tease, Dad
Daddy: you won’t be saying that after your break, baby boy
Peter whimpered and shoved his phone back in his locker. He stood and fast-walked back out to the cafe floor. He picked up an order for another regular - another man who couldn’t afford to play but liked to enjoy the shows. His dad flagged him down and Peter wended his way between the tables.
“Yes, Daddy?” Peter asked.
“Daddy wants the number fifteen, sweet thing,” Tony purred.
Peter whimpered and nodded, dropping to his knees in front of his father. The number fifteen was a combo, and Peter got to work taking his dad’s cock out of his trousers.
He leaned forward and kissed the tip, something he only did with his dad and Bucky, and then took the tip into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down over his father’s shaft and Tony spread his legs wider for Peter.
The way Peter was sitting, every man behind him had a good view of his pussy and his little cocklet brushing the floor between his legs. When Tony was hard and wet, Peter pulled off. The blow job wasn’t the point of the number fifteen, just a means to an end.
He stood and slipped onto Tony’s lap, securing his apron up out of the way with little pins he kept in his uniform for just this purpose. Daddy reached between them to play with Peter’s cocklet and he felt himself grow slick. When Tony deemed Peter wet enough he pulled his hand back and leaned into the back of the booth.
Peter took hold of his dad’s cock and held it in place as he hovered over it and sank down. He moaned as his dad filled him up. He had about half an hour left of his shift, and it was ending exactly as he knew it would.
When Peter sank all the way down, Tony’s hands came to rest on the boy’s hips. He tightened his grip and lifted Peter about halfway off his cock and held him in place as he began fucking up into him.
Peter moaned and rested his hands on his father’s shoulders, looking around the room. Bucky had the best view, of course, as his table was nearest Peter’s father. Some people weren’t even watching, they had their own servers to play with. But Bobby was watching avidly as Peter was fucked by his father.
Tony started relatively slowly, knowing he had time to play with his boy. The number fifteen didn’t have a time limit - even the end of a shift didn’t end the fun. Tony imposed his own time limit, wanting to bring his baby home and fuck him with Bucky.
When he’d first heard Peter worked for a maid cafe, he hadn’t known what it meant. All he knew is his fourteen-year-old son had taken the initiative and gotten a job. He’d been proud of his baby boy and still was. Until that first visit, Tony had never touched his son in this way. But seeing Peter in his maid uniform - his tiny little cocklet peeking out from under the frill - had awakened desires Tony hadn’t known he’d had.
He was worried about cheating on his husband at first, and for the first month, he ordered the items that were more hands-off. But when Bucky found out where Peter worked, he’d wanted in. So he and Tony started ordering more and more items. Then they started to play with Peter at home. The first time Tony stuffed his cock inside his baby boy was at home with Bucky. The second time was in this room.
Bucky didn’t usually fuck Peter at the cafe, he’d watch Tony knot the boy and then take them home and fuck Peter into their mattress, knotting him there.
A glance at the time had Tony fucking Peter harder, snapping his hips up into the young boy.
“Oh god, Daddy!” Peter cried.
“That’s it, good boy, let Daddy hear those pretty little moans,” Tony cooed.
“Ah, feels so good Daddy, can’t wait to get your knot,” Peter cried.
“Yeah, you’re gonna get it soon, baby. Daddy’s gonna knot you and fill you so full,” Tony said. He leaned forward and whispered in Peter’s ear. “Then we’re gonna take you home and you’re gonna get Bucky’s knot, too, baby.”
“Yes!” Peter cried out and shook in Tony’s arms.
Three orgasms had one of two effects on Peter. Either he’d take longer for the fourth, or he’d tip over almost instantly.
“Daddy, oh god, gonna come,” Peter cried.
“C’mon then, sweetheart. Come for Daddy,” Tony said, snapping his hips harder.
Peter keened and tipped over, slick gushing around his father’s cock as he writhed in pleasure.
“Good boy,” Tony grunted, fucking him harder. “Gonna give you my knot, baby.”
“Knot me! Please, oh god, knot me!” Peter cried, still shaking with aftershocks.
Tony grunted and pistoned his hips faster, his knot starting to catch each time until finally, he locked inside his son and flooded his womb with come. Peter cried out and came again, collapsing against Tony’s chest as he milked the knot.
Peter panted against his father’s chest and Tony rubbed soothing circles on his back. He closed his eyes and breathed in his father’s scent, lulled into a sense of security by the alpha. They stayed that way until the knot went down - Peter earning some overtime - and then Tony helped Peter up. His father’s come drooled out of his pussy and trailed down his thigh. Tony cooed at him and Peter walked shakily to the back room.
He cleaned himself up and changed into his day clothes, meeting his father and Bucky out back. Bucky wrapped Peter in a hug and tugged him toward the car.
“Ready for round two?” Bucky purred against Peter’s ear.
The boy shivered and nodded, slipping into the car and they sped home.