Swallow your pride, and his disgusting cock

You stare at the jailer's horrible fuckhose as he wags it at you like a fleshy sock stuffed with fruit. The thought of touching it, let alone tasting and smelling it, turns your stomach. But you are not only a monster hunter, you are a dominator. You could use your powers to command this disgusting brute.

You wet your lips and hide your anger beneath your best doe-eyed victim face.

"Please don't hurt me," you say. "I'll do anything you want."

"Yeh, ye will! But awl hurt ye anyhow!"

The jailer's belly shakes with laughter as he mushes his doughy, pale gut into the bars and hefts his dangling cock between them. It thumps against his leg and swings ominously back and forth as you slowly approach. It is difficult for you to behave meekly and subserviently, particularly for this disgusting blob, but you are trained at deception. You sink to your knees on the filthy floor and reach quivering hands out to lift the warm, heavy length of the jailer's cock. It is soft and, as expected, reeks of his unwashed fatness. You stroke it, skinning back the head, revealing smears of smegma that nearly make you vomit.

"Thass good, you whoore," says the jailer, reaching through the bars and roughly grabbing your hair. "Lick muh love-a-ly cock."

You close your eye and lean forward, pushing the cock upwards until the head is mashed against the jailer's belly. You plunge your senses into the rancid heat of his loins and extend your tongue, tasting piss and salty sweat and sour cum as you lick from his dangling, stinking balls up the root of his cock. The sour taste worsens with each stiffening inch until you taste the foulness of his cockhead and, without prompting, press your full lips against it. You swirl your tongue around his cockhead, letting saliva spill from your lips and cascade down his cock as you clean him with your tongue.

"Say ahhh ye whoore," says the jailer, yanking her head back and aiming his now hard cock at your lips. It's all purple and warty and stiff, the cockhead glistening with your saliva and an oily drip of precum.

You oval your lips and stare at it the jailer's monstrous member as he drags your mouth back to pleasure it. He stuffs the bulging meat into your mouth, stretching your lips and crowding your tongue down tight beneath his hot cockmeat. You steady yourself on his hairy thighs as he moves your mouth on his meat. Pushing to the back of your throat, gagging you, and then sliding back to play the slimy head over your lips. He repeats this several times until your gagging mucus is spilling down your chin and slopping onto the floor and his swinging bollocks are tightening up as he fucks your mouth.

Gradually, you are able to free your tongue and you add it to the pleasuring, licking his invading cockhead and tasting his salty-sweet precum. You even moan a little.

"Ye like tha?" laughs the jailer. "Get it then. Suck it good."

He relaxes his grip on your head and allows you to pull off of him for a moment, gasping for the rancid air. You blink tears from your eyes and look up at him as you eagerly lick his cockhead, wrapping both hands around his huge shaft and stroking him.

You focus on domination as you flick your tongue tip in his slit and taste more and more of his juices. You cannot take over his mind by simply sucking him, but you can give him the urge to fuck you. You lavish his horrible, warty cock with licks before eagerly sucking, fondling his ever-tightening bollocks and stroking his huge cock with one hand.

"Muh seed is churned up," pants the jailer.

"Mmmmmm," you moan and pop your lips from his cock. It's now or never. "Please, master, fuck me."

The jailer's eyes bulge and his smile displays his rotten teeth and gums. But he does not immediately answer. He looks down at you, naked and pleading, tongue swirling around his cockhead, as he considers whether or not to fuck you.