He called a few friends who called a few friends, enough to keep Jake's holes busy all night. A few men also just stumbled upon him in the alley, using Jake before wanding off again, or some just sleeping in the alley once they were done. At dawn, he returned for Jake. He was an absolute mess, covered in cum and dirt. They had moved Jake down onto his knees at some point, offering him some rest from standing in the heels.
He looked down at Jake, gripping his chin to make him look up. "You are a whore. The only choice you have is if you're my whore or if you belong to the streets." He removed the gag from Jake's mouth, wanting to let him speak clearly. "What are you?" He gripped Jake's fake tits. "Who owns you?"
Jake had lost track of the number of men after a few hours straight, the people not stopping. It took Jake a while to fully collapse, laying in the dirt as he stared at the man. He had dull, glazed over eyes as his tormentor returned to him. "I.. Im yours..." He mumbled, his body shaking gently.
"Im a whore and I'm yours.."