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"KidPinoy you're Done!"

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 The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, the sour stench of fear, and the acrid smoke of burning buildings. The crater that once was the city square was now a pit of despair, a testament to the eight-hour battle that had just ended. In its center, a trembling, glistening figure struggled against the weight of an entire army. Kidpinoy, the Shield of the Philippines, was broken. His black compression gear was shredded, hanging in tatters like funeral shrouds. The iconic black eye mask was askew, one lens cracked, obscuring the eye that wasn't already swollen shut. Beneath the ruins of his tank top, his legendary sun-kissed physique was a canvas of bruises, welts, and deep lacerations. His ten-pack abs, usually a symbol of his unyielding core, were now a roadmap of abuse, twitching spasmodically as if trying to ward off the next blow. The ground beneath him was a mess of mud, blood, and the thick, pearly fluid of his own repeated, forced ejaculations. He was down to a singl...
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The Presentation

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The sun, once a symbol of KidPinoy’s blazing chi, now beat down mercilessly upon his broken form, a stark spotlight on his public desecration. Chained spreadeagled against the ancient, crumbling stone of Manila’s inner walls, the hero known as KidPinoy – now revealed as Bien Regalado – hung like a macabre crucifix. His left eye socket was a hollow, weeping ruin, the raw flesh of his burns glistened like wet embers, and his dislocated shoulders grotesquely twisted his arms into unnatural angles, pulling taut the crude chains that bound his wrists and ankles. What remained of his black compression shorts had been replaced by the villainous loincloth, stained with mud, blood, and the creamy evidence of his repeated violation, barely concealing his swollen, perpetually hard cock and bruised, plumped balls. His head, shaven bare, sagged to one side, his handsome face—once the emblem of hope—now a mask of agony, shame, and unyielding defiance. Below him, a monstrous throng had gathered, a ca...
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KidPinoy Dismantled #1

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The sun, a merciless god over the Philippine archipelago, had finally begun to set, casting long, blood-red shadows across the cracked earth of the wasteland outside Manila. For ten years, this land had known peace, a fragile miracle maintained by one man. But today, the ground drank deeply of that peace, swallowing it in mud, sweat, and the vital fluids of its champion. A guttural, wet cough wracked the taut, sun-kissed body of Kidpinoy. He was on all fours, or what was left of him. His famous compression tank top was nothing but black shreds clinging to a canvas of bruises and lacerations. His black compression shorts had been ripped away long ago, leaving only a loincloth of torn fabric that barely concealed the heavy, bruised weight of his cock and balls. His black eye mask was gone, revealing the stark, handsome features of Bien Regalado, a 25-year-old construction worker, now caked in filth, his lips split, one eye swollen shut. Below him, the mud squelched with a sickening sound...
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