Rough training for our whore

A week ago:

MJ heard the door open as her teeth moved away from the zipper of the Kingpin’s custom tailored suit pants. His cock popped out and MJ’s mouth hung open, not a sound escaped her lips, it was the ugliest looking cock she had ever seen. It was almost deformed by the thick rope-like mean looking purple veins pulsing up and down the lengthy member. Warts covered the shaft. On first look she counted twelve alone. The smell of sweat hit her nose, making her grimace. Having experience with Nick, she knew big men sweat but she had been keeping him clean practically the past few days either with her mouth or in the bouts in the shower. It didn't gently curve up like Nick's, no the Kingpin's was straight and mean.

Kingpin had no such cleanliness, not that it was dirty, it was just sweaty and looked greasy as it literally dripped in sweat. She heard the door click closed, knowing she was alone as she started looking up. MJ could barely react as all she saw was a ring on a giant open hand smacking her to the ground. Her face bounced on the soft rug, her hands reaching for something to grab on to before she even realized she had been smacked in the face. No squeal of pain or protest left her lips. Her rattled brain too confused to even begin to complain.

“Who said you could eye-ball me slut, eyes on the cock unless demanded! Now get up and suck.” MJ heard as she tried to stop her head from ringing.

She had been smacked around a bit in her past and with Nick, but nothing like that. Nick knew how to send a slap that stung but left no damage. More a warning than one to inflict pain. Kingpin had no such compunction, he meant to punish, to train, with pain. It was a warning, and MJ could only be thankful it was **** than his usual warnings, which often involved a dead body.

MJ began her work. Her tongue over his glans, her hands remaining on the floor. She knew better than to use her hands after that smack. Then just as she was about to bring her lips around him to be in to suck him into her wet warm embrace, she saw one of those massive mitts come into her view and she flinched back, only to receive the Kingpin’s backhand.

“The smack is for flinching, you are lucky not to get two.” The Kingpin said, in a low, dead cold snarl. It sounded like he was making a joke, but there was no joviality in his voice. Or at least, MJ didn't hear any. “Get your mouth up here and suck, you dirty whore.”

MJ wasted no time, this time to try and wrap her lips around the bulbous head, she could tell this cock’s girth could give Nick a run for his money. The smell was wretched and MJ nearly gagged as the first bumpy hard and dry wart passed her lips. Again she saw the Kingpin’s massive hand enter her view and she dove forward to try and keep herself from flinching. The hand slowed and moved up to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

MJ didn’t dare look up but began to swirl her tongue around the cock, the warts making it tough to swallow, still the thick cock began to grow in her mouth, elongate. Slowly she began to hollow out her cheeks when she heard a soft sigh and saw the Kingpin’s suit jacket nearly fall to the floor before she saw a thin manicured hand reach out and grab it. Someone else was in the room, she never saw more than the hand, never heard more than that whisper. MJ was shocked but fear pushed her to continue to suck the big man to the best of her ability.

Suddenly she felt an enormous hand palm the back of her head and pull her by the roots of her hair from the giant cock. She saw another hand come into view and she tried to dive forward, only to be held in place by the hand on her head. So **** was she, she tore a few strands of red hair from her own scalp as she scurried to remain on the big man's cock. The hand in front of her didn’t hit her this time, but instead it grabbed the giant mini-baseball bat sized cock and grabbed it by the shaft and used it to slap her in the face twice. Two loud wet dick-slaps. MJ was glad the pain was much lighter than the hand. The cock slaps were painful but no worse than a playful slap to the face from a lover. Something she enjoyed.

“Beg slut, beg for a bitch slap or a cock slap. You’ve been good, your choice.” The big man said as he sat in his chair, dragging her by the roots due to the mere action of sitting.

“Please sir, please cock slap my slutty face.” MJ answered barely before the Kingpin had finished his question. Kingpin grunted, expecting this choice and begrudgingly accepting it, but still, he wanted her to beg more.

“Why? Why do you deserve that instead of a bitch slap?”

“I will be better, I will do whatever you want. I want your cock in my face, in my mouth however you want it, just please don’t hit me again.” MJ was in tears as she begged her mouth kissing two massive peach sized balls in between her words.

“You want my cock in your mouth, however I want it?” Kingpin said, as he motioned to the side.

MJ began to lick first one than the second ball sack, “Yes, Sir. Please use my mouth as much as you want.”

MJ swore she saw movement to her side but it flashed away as soon as she sensed it.

“Pause, I have something to do for a second, In fact, close your eyes. This is a surprise.” MJ froze in terror as she slammed her eyes shut one ball halfway in her luscious lips, her tongue tip touching it. Her hot breathe flowed from her nostrils on the expanding cock above her.

She heard the shuffling of the big man as she felt his weight shift indicating he was standing up. Then she heard something click into place. Her mind went blank as she felt a crotch of the big man pulled away and her mind rattled as she felt his fierce slap on her face again, again sending her sprawling to the ground.

“Stay suck slut.”

MJ did, she barely breathed, her eyes shut tightly. “Stay but open your eyes slut, you have ten seconds then close them again!”

MJ obeyed, she looked up at her temporary Master’s massive cock. It was still as mean and disgusting as before, but now it was fully hard. It put Nick’s length to shame, and its width was maybe only a smidge smaller. Standing straight up to the man’s shocking six pack. How could such a big man have a six-pack? MJ began her count, her eyes roaming to the Kingpin’s hips to find a girdle? A harness? What was the man wearing? Why was the harness? attached to a zipper that encircled his crotch?

“Ten.” Kingpin said.

MJ felt her eyes snap shut of their own volition. The fear had already been deeply embedded in her heart and soul. She had feared the man when she first stepped in the room only fifteen minutes ago, now she was terrified, and her pussy was wet, glistening, nearly dripping on the carpet beneath her. Even Nick didn't turn her on this much. As she sat waiting beneath the big man, she could only admit to herself how much power plays turned her on.

MJ felt someone beginning to tie her hair back up in a low ponytail, before she felt her head encased in a mask of some kind. It felt like when she was a kid and wore a rubber mask for Halloween. Her parents had always bought her a cute mask to go Trick or Treat with her friends. The idea of Halloween had scared her for the longest time but under her mask, she could hide from the fear, the pretend terror. This terror was real though, even better to hide from it inside a mask.

“You wanted my cock instead of a slap. So you will get it. Open your mouth.” MJ opened her mouth and felt the head of the cock pass her lips, followed by inch after inch of rock hard cock. She was glad she was somewhat accustomed to that size. Nick and Craig had shown her big cocks, let her experience the pleasure of being throated by a massively long and massively thick cock. Neither could compare to this big man.

She felt stifled in the hot rubbery mask which seemed to cover her entire head, except her ears and where the ponytail flowed from. She could tell there were vents in the mask to allow for breathing but all she could smell was hot sweaty cock.

When she felt his balls on her chin she heard Kingpin say, “Good whore, don’t move.” MJ paused, cock buried in her throat, her throat trying to swallow it whole. Then she heard the sound of a zipper being zipped up around her lips and panic began to set in to her very soul. Still she sucked and swirled her tongue like her life depended on it beginning to hum around the part of the shaft deep in her throat. Then she heard a fatally scary sound of a padlock click into place in front of her.

“Good, you can open your eyes now.” MJ did and she reeled back as she saw only black, whatever the mask may be, it was strong and MJ bounced back after only managing to go backwards four inches. It was like she was bobbing her head at a ludicrous speed on the mighty cock. She began to freak out, she was somehow attached to the cock of the Kingpin, unable to break away.

Like ice water to the head she heard Kingpin through the growing panic, “Calm yourself whore, or you get ten to the face and the last one will not be open-handed.”

Needless to say, MJ froze and began to blow Kingpin again, her mouth and throat trying its best to soothe the terrifying man’s anger.

“Good whore, you learn quickly. Let me introduce you to your new friend. This is training Mask. It has a built in breathing analyzer to tell me if you are breathing OK with it on. You shouldn’t lose your life if you remember to breathe through your nose. You will learn the rest later. I will give you three breaks a day to piss and shit, you will be otherwise attached to my glorious cock. The mask will not be removed, just unzipped and unlocked while my assistant helps you with your deed. Welcome to your next week of life, whore.” With that MJ felt that massive hand gently pressing her down to the base.

MJ couldn’t even whimper in fear as she felt the sweat begin to cool on her back.