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Enslavement of Kidpinoy #5

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 "Get up, Bien. Or should I call you KidPinoy?" Trump Albright’s voice boomed through the cold, sterile arena, the sound echoing off the blood and semen-stained tiles. "The show isn’t over just because you’ve spilled your 'sacred' seed all over my floor. Look at him, gentlemen. The 'Invincible' protector of the Philippines, reduced to a panting, leaking heap of brown meat." Atty. Ferdie Topacio stepped forward, his polished shoes narrowly avoiding a puddle of the hero's spent essence. He poked Bien’s ribs with his cane. "He’s still breathing quite heavily, Trump. That ‘Infinite Chi’ of his is truly something. Most men would have had a heart attack after the third hour. He’s gone through what? Twenty? thirty climaxes? And yet, look at that sinewy chest. It still heaves with the strength of a titan, even if that strength is draining out of him like water from a cracked jar." Prof. Oca leaned over, his spectacles fogging up as he stared at...
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Enslavement of Kidpinoy #4

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  The chamber smelled of ozone, expensive cologne, and the cloying, musical scent of the high-grade aphrodisiacs pumping through the ventilation. Bien Regalado—once the legendary KidPinoy, the bastion of Philippine peace—lay in a shivering heap on the cold marble floor. His sun-kissed skin, usually a symbol of health and vitality, was now slick with sweat and the residue of a dozen forced climaxes. Trump Albright stood over him, tapping a gold-tipped cane against Bien’s tensed, corded thigh. Next to him, Atty Ferdie Topacio adjusted his glasses with a smirk, while Professor Oca stared with hungry, unblinking eyes at his former student. "Look at him," Trump drawled, his voice echoing in the vast arena. "The 'Invincible Hero.' The man who stopped coups and cartels with nothing but his fists. And all it took to bring him down was a little bit of... leverage." "And a very specific biological secret," Professor Oca added, leaning down to grip Bien’s chi...
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Scorvax vs Kidpinoy #2

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Enslavement of Kidpinoy #3

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"Look at him, Topacio! A pathetic heap, just like I predicted," Trump Albright sneered, his voice booming across the lavish, albeit grotesquely redesigned, arena. KidPinoy, or Bien Regalado as they now called him, lay sprawled at their feet, a barely breathing shadow of his former self, glistening in a slick coating of his own cum and sweat. "Indeed, Mr. Albright," Atty Ferdie Topacio purred, a predatory smile stretching his thin lips. He prodded Bien's prone form with the toe of his expensive shoe. "The mighty 'KidPinoy,' reduced to a breeding slut for our pleasure. His famous ten-pack is glistening with our victory, not his." Professor Oca, his usually scholarly face now contorted by an unholy glee, adjusted his glasses. "The boy always had such remarkable stamina, even in my classes. To see it deployed so… productively for us, it's truly poetic, wouldn't you say, Bien? A testament to your innate capacity for… submission." T...
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