A discarded beta

“Hey!” Drew paused.  “Ali, it’s so good to see you.”



That pause filled me with dread even as he wrapped me in his arms and his familiar smell swarmed around me.  It reminded me of late nights, broken guitar strings, clothes strewn on the floor.  But even so, the pause - he needed to pause to remember my name.



It made sense - after all, he never really loved me.



“Thanks so much for coming to my show,” he continued as he pulled out of the hug.  He flung his long rocker hair - which it appeared he still refused to cut - over his shoulder.  His expression asked the question - why are you here?  We hadn’t talked in over a year and, before that, hadn’t parted on particularly good terms.



But he already knew the answer.  We had talked about it many times.  I knew he remembered.



“I’m so glad I could make it.  I missed you.”  I stepped close, one hand snaking over his crotch.



I knew he remembered because he was already hard.



For three glorious months, I had belonged to him.  And as it turned out, he wasn’t gentle with his belongings.  He didn’t fuck me, we didn’t “make love” - he used me like a fuckdoll and, despite my best judgment, I couldn’t get enough.  I told him then, I vowed - no matter what, I would always be his.



And then I made a mistake.



I asked for girlfriend privileges when I was just a thing.  I asked to go to parties, to meet friends and family, to be treated with dignity.  A fuckdoll doesn’t get dignity.  My job was to be railed into the ground until my legs turned to jelly with pleasure before swallowing Drew’s cock until he came.



He had dropped me, rightly, and so I had been exiled, rightly.  But I still belonged to him and now I was back - would he remember?  Would he take me back?



An agonizing moment passed, and then his face darkened and he took my hand.  My heart quickened as he led me a few steps away to a small room filled with trash and a grungy couch.  He locked the door behind us.



His mouth descended on mine in an instant, a hot and wet signal of possession.  One hand groped a breast free from my low-cut top.  The other hand yanked less successfully and left the other breast half-in, half-out, the nipple wrinkled grotesquely at the line of the fabric.



Finally he broke free to hiss, “Take off your pants and bend over.”



It took me only a moment to bare myself, ass sticking out and waiting.  He took longer, rustling around for something in the mess.  I felt the cold air blow over my wet pussy.



“Are you still ridiculously wet basically all the time?”  He was stalling for time, but I had to laugh - it was like he knew what I was thinking.  The instant a breeze blew over my cunt, he was asking if it was wet.



“Yeah, it is,” I told him.  But he had turned back around, inexplicably, with a bottle of lube in his hand.  Before I could question him, his fingers roamed over my buttocks and through my labia, sending tingles of pleasure to my brain that wiped out any protests.



“You saw I got back with Veronica.”  My heart sank - I hadn’t seen.  “But she doesn’t like anal, so…”



“Oh, ah.  Okay.”  His silence voiced his surprise.  He’d never fucked me in the ass, although he’d quietly made his interest known.  Luckily for him, I’d been preparing.



He found the spot in an instant and his greased cock slid home.  It was a tight fit - he was bigger than I remembered - but I’d been aching for him too long not to push through the discomfort.  I had to show him that I was another welcoming hole, just as always - and based on his gasp of surprise, I could tell I’d successfully reminded him of my value.



My pussy pulsed, ignored except for his cold balls smacking it while he thrust into my ass.  I didn’t tell him when the thrusts churned my guts.  I didn’t complain when he pushed too deep and painfully stretched my sphincter.  I disguised my groans of discomfort as animalistic noises of pleasure.



I could feel my cunt dripping out onto my legs.  If he had touched my clit, even for an instant, I would have cum immediately.  But I knew that wouldn’t happen - I was a discarded beta, after all, now only acceptable for anal.



He pounded hard and I felt his cock swell just before he stilled and thrust deep to spill his seed into my guts.  “Ah fuck, I’ve gotta go,” he said almost immediately after he recovered, wasting no time to tuck himself into his pants and rearrange his clothes.  I could feel my hole stretched the moment his member slipped out of me.  And then the feeling of something else - cold friction on my left buttock.  “I could do this again - text me,” he said in form of explanation before stepping out of the room without another word.



I craned my head around and saw the edge of a set of numbers - his phone number.  He had written his phone number on my ass.  And left there alone, cunt aching and unsatisfied, ass full of cum, and once more his beta - I couldn’t have been happier.