Chapter 1
Peter looked at the post and found himself dreaming of it being his reality. There was a boy, his age. Laying on a blanket in what looked like a living room. He was playing with hot wheels and lego duplos. He was facing away from the camera and having a view of the beautiful backyard, and his toys of course.
The caption is what really got Peter to fluster and feel excited. It read `Daddy will give a good boy all the toys he wants`.
So Peter commented `ill be a good boy for daddy`. He didn't know what came over him but that night he slept extra good. Dreaming about waking up to Daddy ready to take care of him.
Sadly he did not wake up to that. He woke up to his alarm at 5:30. He scrambled out of bed and did his morning routine. Before he left for school he said bye to his aunt May and headed off to the hell hole he called school.
On the bright side Flash left him alone for most of the day, meaning Ned and him got to plan to put together his new star was lego set this weekend.
After school, Peter went to work at a local pizza shop. He didn't like the idea of his aunt May paying for everything and liked helping out. He mostly drove around deliveries so the job was easy enough.
This night he got called for a pizza at a nearby motel, which was quite usual. What was not, as usual, was that the guy that ordered the pizza, didn't come down to the lobby to get it.
He did however leave a note to just come to his room with it so peter didn't think much of it.
“Delivery for Mr. Stark,” Peter said as he knocked on the door.
A couple of seconds later the door opened and a man in only a towel stood there.
“Hi, could you please just put the pizza on the table right there?” he asked and so Peter went inside and laid the pizza on the table.
“One buffalo chicken pizza. That will be 31 dollars sir” Peter said as he turned around. But after that, he only remembered something covering his mouth and someone whispering in his ear.
“Don’t worry baby boy. Daddy's got you”
He had no idea how long it had been but when he woke up he felt groggy and was strapped to a madras. After a couple of minutes, he woke up a little and realized he was in an adult size crib, strapped down.
“HELP” he got out but it was not much of yell, more so a whisper. “Help” he tried again and this time it sounded like he was having a normal conversation instead of the existential crisis he was having.
“Someone please help me” he barely got out before the door to the room opened and he felt blinded by the light from the hallway.
“hey, baby boy. Don’t worry, Daddy will always be here to help you” the tall man he delivered pizza to said.
He walked to the crib and unbuckled him from the crib before lifting Peter out of it. Within a second Peter was clinging onto the taller man for some much-needed comfort.
The man started bouncing him on his hip and Peter was impressed with his strength. He was a 16-year-old boy. Then he remembers he was a 16-year-old boy and his rational side wanted to pull away from this man.
His more irrational side told him to rest his head against the man's shoulder and take the offered comfort. That side of him won after going back and forth for maybe a minuter.
It took Peter a little while to calm down and get his breathing down to normal but when it did he was carried out of the darkroom and into the bright hallway.
He wined when the light was too bright and the man started bouncing him gently again. “aww. Is the lightning to bright baby boy?”
Peter was quite tired so all he got out was an “uh hu” and a nod.
“it's okay your eyes will get used to it quickly,” he said calming as he kept carrying Peter down the hall.
They soon ended up in a kitchen and Peter was sat down in a high chair.
“you hungry baby boy?” the man asked.
“yes” it was quite soft and Peter saw how the man with the strong nice arms liked that about his words.
“what do you want for breakfast little one?” He asked and went around the breakfast bar to stand opposite to where Peter sat in his high chair. “daddy will make you anything you want” he added with a nice smile.
“can I think about it while I have some apple juice?” Peter asked softly again.
“of course. While you think about it daddy will tell you the rules, okay?”
Peter noded mostly because it felt like the only option. He was starting to wake up more. He looked down to see he was in a diaper. He then looked at the cup of apple juice which had hot wheels on it. This was not right.
Peter was 16. He was supposed to wear normal pants, sit in a normal chair and drink from a normal cup, a cup made of glass, not a cup made out of plastic, and with toys on them.
Before he could say anything tho, the man spoke.
“my name is Tony, but you will call me daddy. I live in this house with my husband Steve which you will call daddy or papa. This house is your new home and you will be mine and daddy Steavs little. We will be your caregivers and give you everything you want, as long as you’re a good boy. We will love you, cherish you, and help you with everything you need.” He said and took a small pause to see if Peter was still with him.
“We do however have rules. The rules are to be followed or one of your daddies will have to punish you. And we don’t want that do we now baby boy?” he asked in such a nice and calm voice with a welcoming smile and all Peter could do was agree with him.
“don’t want that,” Peter said and shook his head.
“that’s good. What a good boy” Tony said and ruffled Peter's hair a little.
“now rule number 1 is to never lie to your daddies. It's very important to us that you tell us if something is bothering you or -” Tony was about to finish his sentence when his little boy raised his hand. Signaling he had a question.
“that’s very good that you didn't interrupt me. Now what is it you are wondering baby boy?” he asked nicely.
“where is Steve?”
“Baby boy. I will only answer your question if you ask it like a little.”
“what do you mean?” Peter asked confused and Tony let it slip since it had only been a couple of minutes.
“what are you supposed to call me?” he asked first.
“ahhhhh.” Peter realized. “daddy” And it gave him chills when the words left his own mouth. He liked it, there was no hiding that but he was also a little embarrassed and he felt his cheeks warm up.
“that’s right. And what are you supposed to call Steve?”
“Daddy Steve?” Peter said in a questioning tone and Tony nodded and encouraged him to continue. “or papa” hi finished with a smile.
It was like he was fading away from being 16 and into something he liked way more.
“that’s right baby. You want to ask your question again?” Tony asked nice and Peter could not help liking everything because of it. Everything was so nice. Everything was so welcoming. He didn’t worry about school, aunt May, his job, and best of all no Flash to bully him.
“where papa at?” Peter asked and afterward realized he asked the question as if he was two years old and didn't know proper grammar.
“Papa really wanted to be here when you woke up but he had to go to work and help some people” Tony explained. “do you think daddy can keep telling you the rules before any more questions?” Tony asked.
“Sure”
“Sure what?”
“Sure daddy,” Peter said with reddening cheeks. Blushing seemed to be a common thing around daddy.
“good boy” Tony praised. “now do you remember what rule number one was or should daddy repeat it. I know its hard for little boys like you to remember”
“no daddy I remember. Always tell daddies truth” Peter said with a smile hoping daddy would praise him again.
“good boy. Such a good listener” Tony said with that big nice smile. “now rule number 2 is about how we behave in this house, okay?” he asked and Peter nodded. “you never open the front door by yourself or go out on the terrace by yourself. It's dangerous for little boys like you. We don’t want our baby boy hurt now do we?”
“rule number 3 is always remembering that daddies what to help. So if you have an accident, you go get daddy or papa for help. This is really important too because little boys like you have accidents sometimes and it's not embarrassing, it's completely normal and okay. Can you promise daddy that if you have an accident you will call for daddy or papas help?”
“promise daddy”
“good. The last rule is, we do as we are told in this house. Sometimes daddy or papa will tell you to do something that you might not what to do. But what's important is that you listen and do what daddy tells you. Do you know why?” Tony asked.
“why?”
“because no matter what, daddy always knows what's best for his baby boy”
“makes sense,” Peter said with a nod and earned a little chuckle from Tony.
“Okay, so what do you want for breakfast baby boy?”
“waffles?”
“waffles it is” Tony confirmed and started making the batter. “do you have any questions, Pete?”
Peter was taken back by the nickname. His aunt May used to call him that when she was teasing him and he was starting to realize he had been kidnaped and should try to escape.
“where am I?” he asked after clearing his through.
“your home”
“no. I live with my aunt May in Queens” Peter insisted and saw that Tony didn't like that. Resistance, try to avoid that, Peter told himself.
“NO. You live here with your daddies” Tony said stern.
“where is here?” Peter figured he could try and ask the question another way.
“baby boy. You'll treat daddy with respect, okay. Remember that or you'll be punished.” Tony completely brushed off his question and kept making the waffle batter.
“but you kidnaped me against my will.”
“Daddy and Papa are doing what is right for their little baby boy. You promised you would understand that. Don’t make yourself a liar.”
“you can't just take me from my aunt. I have a life, I go to high school, I have friends”
“Okay, Peter. I'll be straight with you for a moment, but this is the only time this will ever happen.” Tony said and put down what he was holding and looking Peter straight in his eyes.
“We have arranged for you to live here now. Everything has been taken care of. Your teachers think you dropped out for an internship. Your friends are really happy for you because they think you got an internship at Stark industries. The same goes for your aunt May. She was a little harder to convince but I told her once you have settled in and get into the job alright you will be allowed phone calls.”
“There is no one looking for you. No one is coming to help you. Do you know why? Hu?” Tony asked and Peter saw he was really mad but he could only shake his head. “because you are where you're supposed to be, safe and warm. Your home with your daddies.”
After that Tony went silent and kept working on the waffles.
Peter thought hard now. His entire future, riped away. How did this even happen? How did these men find him?
“why me, how did you find me?”
“you left a comment on my friend's post. Something like, ill be a good boy for daddy.”
“and the next step after that was to kidnap me,” Peter asked ironically.
“Peter. It's your first day and I understand that this is new but if you talk back one more time there will be consequences.”
“so just like that hu?” Peter said a little mad and completely ignoring what Tony had just said. “just like that, you're going to rip my entire future away. I have dreams and goals in life. I want to graduate from college and be able to help my aunt out” Peter said with tears flowing from his eyes.
“I don’t understand how you can just do this. You can't just take my life away like it’s a toy”
All Tony saw was his baby boy having his first tantrum. It made sense. The sedative they used on him was not completely out of Peter`s system and the boy was probably still tired. Tony knew this conversation was coming but maybe this would be easier then he thought.
Maybe it was even a good thing. Making Peter aware that he was throwing a tantrum would maybe help him slip into little space.
“Peter,” Tony said softly. “you're throwing a tantrum while I am having a grown-up conversation with you. If you want, daddy can just give you a bottle and you can go down for an early nap since you seem to still be tired?”
“I am a 16-year-old boy,” Peter said and tried to get out of the high chair. “I won't sit in a high chair, I won't drink from a sippy cup and I most serenely want out of this diaper. Because I am 16 years old, NOT TWO.” He yelled as loud as he could while crying.
“Peter, a 16-year-old would not be crying their eyes out while having a normal conversation. He would especially not start yelling just because he didn't get his way.” Tony said sternly but not with a raised voice. “you’re a little and that’s okay”
“now you will ether calm down, apologize to daddy and wait for your waffles finish OR you can come with daddy to his and papas room for a spanking before I lay you down for a nap. Now, what will it be baby boy?” Tony asked and hoped that the next words would tell him if Peter had slipped into little space.
Peter thought for a little while and Tony let him. He looked back and forth from his sippy cup and to Tony. He could not lie to himself, the diaper didn't bother him that much. Then he realized the high chair was not too bad either.
He took a deep breath to try and calm down like daddy, Tony told him before he spoke. “sorry daddy”
“that’s a good boy.” Tony praised and was happy to see Peter blushing instead of having a negative reaction to the words.
A little while later the waffles were done and Tony chuckled when Peter's stomach made it know it was hungry.
“you hungry little one?”
“can I ask one more adult question? I will help settle my mind.” Peter asked and Tony really wanted his boy to stay in little space, but noded for the boy to continue.
“where is this. I am not trying to escape because I assume you have taken precautions. But I really need you to just tell me so that if I ever leave this house it won't all be a complete surprise.” Peter said.
He knew he would probably never leave this place and some part of him didn't mind that. Because when he had looked at that Instagram post, he knew deep down that this was what he wanted. So far Tony seems like the best person to end up being kidnaped by. He was making him food and had in no way sexualized their relationship.
If Peter was honest with himself he knew he was most likely going to like this entire thing. If Tony and this guy named Steve aren't psychopaths.
“Okay, but first I want you to know that we are not going to trap you in our basement and keep you for our entertainment. If you want some fresh air outside, I or papa will be happy to join you. All we want is for you to be happy and this is us doing that. This is how we make you the happiest boy in the world”
“Okay,” Peter said.
“This house is on a property that me, papa, and a bunch of other mommies and daddies own. A community if you will.” Tony said and paused. “the property is surrounded by a high tech fence that alerts our security system if anything is out of the ordinary. Now if you somehow make it past the fence and get to a police station, they will just bring you back here because we bought all of them.”
“so the police will bring me back here?” Peter asked.
“that’s right.” Tony confirmed. “any other questions?”
Peter had something in mind but didn't know if it was a good idea to ask. Tony seemed to see his hesitation though.
“Remember rule number one. Always tell daddy if something is on your mind.” Tony said and Peter smiled a little.
“ehh…-” He opened his mouth to say it but didn't get anything out.
“It's okay baby. Daddy won't be mad if you follow rule number 1,” Tony said reassuringly.
There was a long pause but Tony waited for his boy and eventually, he spoke.
“you're not going to rape me are you?” Peter asked. That was the only thing left that was worrying him.
“no. we would never do that” Tony said calmly and sure. He saw the fear in his baby's eyes and he hoped that if Peter believed him he would start to slipe into little space naturally.
Peter finally felt like he could breathe and sighed in relief. He has almost sure that he was going to be okay here. He knew some of his friends had told him he was way too naïve and easily tricked, but he felt safe here. It didn't feel like he had been kidnaped and that was all he needed right now.
He had lost his parents as a kid. Then his uncle when he was older. He had always been bullied at school and never felt like he fit in anywhere. This might be where he fits in. After all, I didn't feel wrong to call Tony daddy.
So his next word was not a question. He didn't say it to get his attention. It was simply a statement. Witch got Tony smiling from ear to ear.
“Daddy,” Peter said sternly but with a smile on his face.