Demand a real dom

You had already come so far! You had degraded yourself in front of Johnny, letting him fuck you in his office. You had let him post pictures of you to this site to whore yourself out. You had come to Alfred's place to be a whore, a hole to be used and abused and you loved the very idea of it.

And now, this guy won't man up and dom you? This was pathetic, what was even the point of hiring you as a whore?

"So," you started looking directly at Alfred. "What I'm hearing is that you want to just hire some kid to come around and have vanilla sex?"

Alfred gave a half-smile but under it you could see he was pricked. Good, you thought, maybe this will get him to be the dom I need now. "I wouldn't call it vanilla, but if you are going to a brat you're going to be treated as one." Alfred said, slowly.

"I'm not a brat! I just want a real dom not some guy that needs to hire for regular sex!" You spat back, snarling a bit.

Alfred didn't exactly respond they way you thought he would. He took a moment, standing there, and then he moved to get his phone. Without saying a word he just had his back to you while he texted. You waited, not sure what was happening but not sure if you wanted to interrupt him.

After a while he put his phone away and looked back at you. His face was almost without emotion but there was a coldness in his eye that had not been there before.

Without another word he strode over to you. He grabbed your forcibly by the hair and pushed you down to your knees. He roughly pulled your hair so you were looking straight at him. For one second your eyes locked and realized your mistake now as you could see the coldness in him. "You wanna be a hole? Great, I got some buddies that will break you down but that's not me. But before they get here I'll indulge the mean streak in me and enjoy you before there isn't much left."

And with that, Alfred was done talking. He **** his cock into your mouth and, keeping his firm grip on your hair, began to fuck your face harshly. You were no virgin but you had never been used like this. You were chocking and gagging both on the large cock but even on your own spit. Alfred clearly no longer cared about you letting him be in control, he was taking it regardless. His thrusts were wild and clearly meant to only sate his own desires. He had no regard for your comfort or needs.

You attempted to put your hands on his thighs to attempt to control the **** he was using on you but to no avail. Alfred was stronger and his hold on your hair was hurting you to the point of distraction. Eventually, you gave up trying to resist. This is what you had wanted, wasn't it?

Soon, Alfred pulled his cock out of your throat. You had heard him grunting and was sure he had cum by now but his cock and been pumping into you so wildly that you did not even taste his load, it must have been deposited directly down your throat.

When Alfred released you, you gasped desperately for air. Tears had been falling down your face during Alfred's **** on your throat. You had been so distracted by trying to recover your breath that you had not noticed that you and Alfred were no longer alone. A white guy in his forties was in the room now. The man did not seemed surprised to see Alfred and you naked in the bedroom.

Alfred looked up at the guy and said "Oh, good. Dave this is.." Alfred gestured in your direction "well, I guess it doesn't matter what it's name is. I've used him and don't want him anymore so I'm sure you'll find a use. It wants to be a toy to be used and abused and it had a real attitude so have fun breaking _it _in. _It _went to a nice school so I'm sure it's a quick learner... eventually."

Alfred's blatant use of the word it in reference to you felt odd. You were just an object to these men... and you weren't sure how you felt about it.

The man nodded at Alfred and without saying anything pulled out a leather collar, affixed it to your throat, grabbed you by the hair, and then proceeded to drag you across the floor out of the bedroom and towards the private elevator. Your sense of danger was very high at this point, you began to struggle to get to your feet. The man paused for a brief second and then slapped you across the face, hard. Your new assailant, who up until this point had not said a word now whispered, "You can either come along quietly or be beaten and dragged. You have ten second to decide". The man waited, and now looked down at his watch, clearly counting to five. Your heart was racing, this man was so serious, he acted first and talked second. You were sure that your life was forever changed and you now had to make a split second decision on what this was gonna be like. Swallowing, you got back down on your knees in front of the man and to show your compliance, you looked up into his eyes and then placed a tiny kiss on his boot. You had seen your fair share of BDSM porn, you were not 100% sure how to act but this man was exciting your somewhat. The man made no show that he had appreciated your show but were sure he had deemed it acceptable because when he made to grab your new collar again and began to walk you to the elevator, he walked at a slower pace that did not cause you to **** as much. Your last glimpse of the apartment was Alfred, now in robe. He was not even looking at you, instead he was looking down at his phone, texting again.

BAD END: **YOUR NEW LIFE WAS AS A HOLE**

The man ended up taking you to his home in the suburbs. You served as a pet, servant, play thing, hell even as a footstool when he wanted. The man was not shy about sharing you either, it was a common Friday occurrence for a group of men to gather at the house and take turns using you. Most were as rough and demeaning with you as your Master was but you did not mind, you knew that you did not deserve better.

You left your old life behind, dropping out of school, never going back to the paper, and your phone was left at Alfred's so were never sure if Johnny tried to get a hold of you. But none of that mattered, the only thing that mattered was being of service to whatever better man wanted you.