The waitress chugs her coffee, knowing she won't have time once the lunch rush gets into full swing, and heads back out onto the floor. The hostess by the door has just seated two young men in the waitress's section and catches her eye, gesturing sharply with her head. The waitress follows them over, grabbing a few menus from the box by the kitchen door as she goes. When she gets to the table, she puts on her biggest grin.
"Hey there fellas!" she says, laying down the menus in front of them. "I'll be your server this afternoon. Here are your menus. Can I get you any drinks to start with?"
"That's alright," says one of the young men. "We come here a lot, actually, I don't think we need the menus. We know what we want."
"Alrighty." The waitress stows the menus back in her apron pocket and takes out her notebook and pencil. "What can I get ya, then?"
The men exchange a glance, and then the one who was speaking before says, "Can we just get an oral and anal to split?"
"Sure," says the waitress, writing it down. "And how fresh would you like it?"
"Do you do underage?" asks the young man who hadn't yet spoken.
"I'm required by law to tell you that underage is at your own risk," she informs them.
"That's fine," says the young man, smiling.
"Alrighty then. Oral and anal, to split, underage. Coming right up!" She winks at them and moves on to the other table at her section where a group of four men look like they've finished perusing the menus.
"Hey there," she says brightly. "Are you fellas ready to order?"
The men nod at each other vaguely in confirmation, and the man on the end says, "I think so." She whips out her notebook once again.
"I'll have the fisting?" says the man on the end.
She smiles. "Certainly. That comes with latex gloves and your choice of accessory. Do you know which you'd like?"
"Accessory?" asks the man.
The waitress smiles, but inwardly curses customers who don't bother to read the menu closely enough. She opens the menu in front of him and points to a list. "It's served with one of these already inside him. Which would you like?"
The man glances over the list for a few seconds and then says, "Can I get the baseball bat, and then the traffic cone on the side?"
"It'll be a little extra," the waitress warns.
"That's fine," says the man, smiling and closing his menu.
"Great," says the waitress. "Just so you know, that will take a little while to prepare." She looks at the next man in the booth. "And for you?"
"Just oral will be fine," he says. "Teenage."
"Same," says the next man. “Oh, and can I get a side of fingering with that as well?”
“Of course.” Finally she turns to the last man. "And for you, Sir?"
"Uh, bondage special, I think," he says.
"Great!" The waitress puts the pencil and notebook away and gathers up the menus. "That'll be out for you in a bit. Do you want it when it's done, or do you want to all wait for the fisting, which will take a little longer?"
"Waiting is fine," the men agree, and so she heads off back towards the kitchen.
As she finishes dropping off the orders, she notices a man on the floor trying to get her attention. He's not sitting in her section, but she heads over anyway to see what he wants.
A teenage boy, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, is crouched at his side on a small cart, head in the man's lap and lips wrapped around his penis. His hair falls forward into his eyes as he bobs his head up and down.
"Yes Sir?" the waitress asks. "How can I help you?"
"I ordered this blowjob and it's terrible," the man grouses. "He's hit me with his teeth three times already!"
The waitress silently doubts that; their boys are prepared better than that. But the customer is always right, and so she smiles. "Would you like me to get you another one, Sir?"
"No," says the man. "I want to switch to anal!"
"Oral and anal combo is extra," says the waitress, although with the sinking feeling that she already knows what the man is going to say next.
"I should get it for free!" he gripes, confirming her suspicions. "'Cause the oral was so terrible."
"How about I charge you half the increase?" says the waitress pragmatically.
"Fine," says the man. He abruptly yanks the boy off his cock and pitches him forward, leaning him over the edge of the table.
The waitress reaches into a pocket of her apron and pulls out a bottle of lube. "I've got lube if you want it," she says. "He wasn't prepared properly for full anal."
"It's fine," says the man, and proceeds to shove his spit-wet dick into the boy's ass. The boy winces, but endures it as inch by inch of the man's cock disappears into him.
The waitress leaves him, making a mental note to tell the woman who does actually manage that section about the price increase. She makes her way back to the kitchen where a young boy on a trolley is waiting. "Oral anal combo, underage!" the preparer calls out.
She takes the trolley and wheels it over to the two men who ordered it. With a smile she helps them get the young boy—no more than eleven—draped across the table with his ass in front of one customer and his mouth in front of the other. Their mouths water at the sight of him and she waits until they've pulled their dicks out and rammed them into the boy's various orifices to ask, "How is he?"
"So good," says the young man with his cock in the boy's mouth as he thrusts down the boy's throat.
"Tight," hisses the man with his cock in the boy's ass. He grunts and shoves forward the last two or so inches until he's buried balls-deep inside the boy. "Really good and tight. It's great."
"Glad to hear it," says the waitress with a smile, and heads back towards the kitchen.
When she gets there, she pokes her head in. "That fisting order almost up?" she asks the preparer.
He looks up at her from where he has his heavily-lubed forearm shoved up to the elbow inside the ass of a teenage boy spread across the counter. "Almost," he answers. "Give me another five minutes to stretch him out."
"Got it," she says, and heads back out to where her next table has just been seated. By the time she's handed them menus and taken their drink orders, she's pretty sure the kitchen should be ready with the order.
Sure enough, the boy is kneeling on one of the trolleys, the handle of a baseball bat peeking out from between his ass cheeks. Next to him on the trolley is a pair of latex gloves and a road cone. He's also been given a batter's helmet, resting jauntily on his head, as a garnish.
The waitress wheels the cart out to the table of men and they oo and ah appreciatively at the presentation. She gets the man who ordered it set up with him and leaves to go back for the other orders as the man slips a finger into the boy's anus alongside the stretching girth of wood.
The two oral orders she settles happily between the patrons' legs, lips wrapped quickly around the dicks of their guests, one on the floor and the other on the seat next to the patron so that the customer has easier access to his anus, and finally she wheels out the bondage special.
This boy is clad entirely in a leather jumpsuit, with strategic zippers over his crotch, anus, and nipples. In his mouth is a ball gag, already dripping with his saliva. The customer immediately reaches down and unzips the boy's crotch to reveal his soft, restrained member. An ingenious metal contraption tightly manacles his balls and locks them to a ring encircling the head of his penis. The boy's cock is strapped down, effectively preventing him from getting hard. Finally the customer unzips the leather covering the boy's anus and reveals the large dildo buried inside. He draws it out with an agonizingly slow slide, then rams it home in a deep, violent thrust that causes the boy's whole body to shudder.
The waitress puts down a small paddle on the table next to him, its surface covered in smooth metal rivets. She smiles at all the men, enjoying their meals. "You boys have everything you need for now?"
The men smile up at her and nod. The man who ordered the fisting grunts an affirmative as he finishes drawing the baseball bat out of the boy's anus and begins to cleave the tight ring of muscle open on the front of the orange road cone.
By this time the lunch rush is in full swing and three new tables have been seated. The waitress swings by all of them, dropping off menus and taking drink orders, writing down three handjob orders from a group of college students, then finally swinging by her other tables to make sure everything is satisfactory.
The two men who started the rush are both eagerly pounding away at either end of the young boy between them, cocks sliding home in near perfect unison—thrusts slamming forward into the boy's ass and mouth at the same time, then drawing out again at an even pace. The man in front grips the boy's hair as a handle, fucking his face with abandon, while the man behind has both hands on the boy's hips, clutching hard and yanking the boy back onto his cock whenever he thrusts forward.
"Doing okay here?" the waitress asks them. They nod.
"Actually," says the man fucking the boy's ass, "I think we'll be done here pretty soon. Can we get the check?"
"No dessert for you boys tonight?" the waitress asks. "We have a really tasty morsel with drizzled chocolate nipple bondage. He's quite the squealer."
"That's fine," says the man, grunting as his thrust slams home. "Just the check."
"Certainly," says the waitress, at the same time as the man in front says, "Oh fuck, fuck, yes," and pours his seed into the boy's mouth, hips stuttering as he comes. The man behind the boy is also coming violently into the child's ass as the waitress heads back to the till to grab their check.
The large party also seems to be doing well. The bondage special man is smacking his boy's ass with wild abandon using the paddle she'd left, each slap driving the dildo back into the poor boy's abused hole. The fisting man has managed to fit both his cock and his hand inside his serving's anus, and is jerking himself off inside the boy's rectum with quick, short strokes, more like vibrations than arm movements—it appears to be all he can manage from this angle.
One of the two oral customers is lying back, letting his boy do all the work. The boy in question is licking his shaft up and down, lathing and worshipping it with his tongue as the man pets his hair. The man's other hand has reached back around to the boy's rear end and his fingers idly circle the tight pucker of the boy's anus. As the waitress arrives he plunges one finger knuckle-deep into the boy's anus, causing the boy to gasp around his member. The waitress hears the boy whimper and watches him return to his task as the man wriggles his finger around in the boy's ass, pushing in as deep as he can. By contrast, the other man who ordered oral is just fucking his boy's face, holding his head steady with a hand on either side of his face and driving his rod between the boy's lips again and again, stabbing down into the boy's throat.
The waitress smiles at the men. Then she heads back to the kitchen, grabs the drinks for her latest tables, and heads back to take their orders.