Peter stood in the lineup for the first time. Brock had told him it was rarely necessary to stand in a lineup that their clients would usually pick them out from their online profiles, but a few of them still liked to see them all lined up and watch them squirm.

Peter wasn't sure if he wanted to be picked or not. On the one hand, he had to earn his keep, or he would be kicked out. But also it was intimidating. Tony Stark was standing in front of them, eyeing them up. Peter didn't pay a whole lot of attention to the media, but you'd have to be living under a rock to not know who Tony Stark was. A billionaire CEO, genius in weaponry and technology and a playboy. Peter hadn't had any idea their clientele would be this… prestigious.

There were five of them standing in line, James first. He was the favourite, Brock had informed Peter. Next was the twins, Wanda and Pietro. If Tony was looking for a girl, he'd have to go with Wanda. Then there was Scott, who was quite handsome but didn't strike Peter as the type to be a prostitute. Then last in line was Peter himself.

Tony looked at James, tilting his chin upwards. James looked at him expressionless. Peter had just moved in this morning, but he hadn't heard James speak or visibly react to anything. Tony passed Wanda, nodding at her as if to say hello. He didn't give Pietro a second glance. Peter started getting more nervous. "Scott," Tony said.

"Tony," Scott said. He was smiling wide, but Peter sensed a bit of a rivalry there.

"And who's this little guy?" Tony asked when he got to Peter.

Brock smiled. "Good choice. This is Peter. Brand new. Virginal. Barely legal."

Oh, crap, Peter thought.

"Really," Tony said. "Peter, would you like to come upstairs with me?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark," Peter said, swallowing hard.

"Please. Call me Daddy," Tony said.

Wanda looked at Peter with sympathy. Maybe Scott did, too.

"Yes, Daddy," Peter said.

"Come along then," Tony said. Apparently he knew which way to go, and Peter followed him like a sheep.

Tony picked a bedroom. There were many to choose from. Some had different… amenities. Peter had been given a separate bedroom for when he wasn't with a client.

Peter was somewhat relieved when Tony picked a room without any fancy equipment and simply a bed. Tony sat on the bed. "So you've never done anything like this before?" Tony asked.

"No, Daddy," Peter said.

"Well, maybe we'll start slow, then," Tony suggested.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"Would you like to suck my cock, Peter?" Tony asked.

Peter felt tingles in his own cock. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good," Tony said, undoing his belt. "On your knees."

Peter did as he was told. Tony spread his legs slightly and unzipped his jeans. Peter crawled closer on his knees, he looked at Tony expectantly.

"Go on," Tony said.

Peter grabbed Tony's cock and pulled it free, it bounced, already hard. Peter opened his mouth and grabbed Tony in one hand. He latched his mouth around Tony, trying to take as much as he could.

"Hey, take it easy, kid. Hasn't anyone ever told you not to use teeth?"

Peter wanted to remind Tony that he'd never done this before, but he didn't say that or apologize, he didn't want to move away. Instead he curled his lips around his teeth and started bobbing his head back and forth.

"That's good…" Tony said. He absent-mindedly played with Peter's hair. Peter continued to work Tony, his own cock throbbing right now. He hadn't known what to expect. He hadn't expected wanting Tony to touch him.

A small moan escaped Peter, though his mouth never left Tony.

"That's a good boy," Tony said, he grunted in approval.

Peter didn't know if he was really doing well or not, but he thought he was starting to get the hang of it. He wondered how long this would take.

"Peter," Tony said.

But Peter didn't understand it was a warning. Tony came and Peter did his best to swallow it all like a good boy, but there was so much and it was dripping down his face. Peter looked up at his Daddy who was putting his dick away and doing up his belt now. Tony looked down at him expressionless

Peter wiped the excess seed off of his face with the back of his hand. He was aroused now to the point it physically pained him. He stayed on his knees, but Tony was standing up and Peter didn't know what to do.

"It's okay, kid," Tony said. "You did good."

Peter nodded as Tony left, feeling used, discarded, and confused.