Degradation of KidPinoy

 The sun rose over the rice paddies, casting a golden glow across the rolling hills. Bien Regalado, the young Filipino martial artist known as KidPinoy, ran through the fields, his feet bare and his lean muscles rippling beneath his sun-kissed skin. He breathed in the fresh morning air, relishing the simple joys of his rural village life.

But lately, things had changed for the worse. A wealthy criminal syndicate had moved into the area, exploiting the poor local farmers and extorting money from them. They had also set their sights on Bien's girlfriend Rose, the beautiful schoolteacher who volunteered her time to help struggling students.

Bien had stood up to the criminals twice before, using his impressive martial arts skills to send them packing. But this time they came prepared, armed with guns and the corrupt local police on their payroll. They ambushed Bien at his humble family home, telling him to surrender himself or else they would kill Rose right then and there.

Bien knew he couldn't let that happen. With a heavy heart, he agreed to go quietly with the criminal thugs. They handcuffed him tightly, the metal cuffs biting into his tan skin. As they dragged him away, some of the neighbors came out to watch. Bien kept his head held high, refusing to show any fear or shame.

The criminals took him to a large, imposing manor house built into the lush hills overlooking the paddies. Bien was shoved into a cold basement room, the stone floors covered in a thin layer of mud. His shirt was torn off, leaving his lean, defined torso exposed.

"Looks like the hero's armor isn't so tough after all," sneered the head of the syndicate, a portly older man wearing a wife-beater stained with sweat. "Lemme see those famous abs of yours."

Bien glared back defiantly but said nothing. The thug slapped him hard across the face.

"Strip," he ordered. When Bien didn't move, the criminal backhanded him again. "I said strip, boy!" Reluctantly, Bien unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off, standing there in just his tight briefs. The thugs openly groped and molested his body, fondling his abs, teasing his navel, and palming the bulge of his crotch.

"Look at the size of him," the head thug whistled. "Fucking stud, ain't ya?" He roughly grabbed Bien's underwear and yanked them down, exposing his impressive cock and full, heavy balls.

Bien flushed with humiliation as the criminals egged each other on, taunting and leering at his nakedness. They snapped photos, groping his genitals and simulating oral sex on his clothed erection, all while he was forced to stand there and endure their cruel depravity.

"Time to break the hero," the syndicate boss announced. "Chain him up good."

Bien was shackled spread-eagle to the wall, his limbs stretched taut. The head gunman pressed the nozzle of his pistol to Bien's throat.

"Now, I'm gonna tell you what's gonna happen," he said. "We're gonna milk this big dick of yours till you're dry. You'll cum so many times you'll forget your own name. And I'll make sure the whole village sees it happen. By the time we're done with you, you'll be our bitch. No more fighting back."

Bien gritted his teeth but couldn't hide the trepidation he felt. The criminal produced a huge black dildo, easily two inches thick and ten inches long. He pressed it to Bien's lips.

"Suck," he ordered. When Bien clamped his mouth shut, the thug pistol-whipped him across the face, splitting his lip and making it bleed. "Suck it, bitch!"

Bien sobbed but opened his mouth. The head thug shoved the dildo in, forcing him to deepthroat it, choking and gagging. The other criminals laughed and cheered as they watched him degrade himself, his tan face flushed with shame.

Finally, after an eternity, the dildo was pulled out. Bien gasped for air, strings of saliva and blood dripping down his chin. But they were far from done with him.

The head thug grabbed Bien's hair and yanked his head back, pressing the barrel of the pistol to his forehead.

"See this dick of yours? It's mine now. I'm gonna stroke this fat cock till it explodes, right out here in the open where everyone can see what a cum-slut you are."

He roughly grabbed Bien's erection, stroking it hard and fast. Bien shook his head in protest but couldn't move. The criminal's rough, calloused hand felt so foreign and humiliating on his most intimate place.

Within minutes, Bien felt his orgasm building against his will. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back, but the relentless stroking was too much. With a choked cry, he came hard, his cock pulsing and spurting jets of thick cum all over his abs and the criminal's hand.

The thugs laughed uproariously as Bien's humiliation was amplified, his cock spurting uncontrollably, defiling his own body with his seed. His attacker kept stroking him through it, prolonging his ordeal.

When Bien was spent, the criminal boss slapped his flaccid cock contemptuously.

"That was just the beginning. We've got all day to play with you."

He ordered the others to take Bien out into the rice paddies. Naked and shackled, Bien was paraded in front of the whole village. The criminal grabbed a megaphone.

"Behold your so-called hero!" he announced. "This is what happens to those who defy us! I'm gonna milk his dick in front of all of you!"

To Bien's horror, the thug dropped his pants and exposed his own long, girthy erection. He grabbed hold of Bien's chained hands and pressed his own cock between them, forcing the young man to fondle and stroke him.

As much as Bien tried to turn his head away, he couldn't avoid seeing the criminal's thick cock throb and pulse in his grasp, the tapered tip weeping precum. The thug fucked Bien's hands, groaning and cursing, the villagers watching in slack-jawed disbelief as their champion was sexually defiled by his nemesis.

"Fuck yeah, drain those balls," the criminal grunted. "Fucking take it all!" He pumped his cock faster, forcing the young man to milk him to climax. With a roar, the thug spurted his load, hosing Bien's chained hands with what felt like a gallon of hot spunk.

Bien felt it dripping down his fingers, thick and sticky cum defiling his tan skin. The criminal boss smacked his own cock against Bien's face, smearing it with jizz.

"Clean it," he panted. "Lick it off like a good bitch." When Bien clamped his lips shut, the thug backhanded him. "Lick it off or I'll kill Rose!"

Bien sobbed but opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue to lap up the criminal's salty seed. He gagged as he swallowed the heavy load, the taste of another man's cum burning his throat.

The thug shoved his messy cock back in Bien's mouth, fucking his face and adding to the load sloshing around on his tongue. Bien choked and gagged but had no choice but to suck him clean, finally spitting out the criminal's softening cock with a gasp.

But his ordeal was far from over. The head thug grabbed Bien's menstrual bloody hair and dragged him by the head, his shackled legs kicking futilely, into the muddy paddies. He shoved the young man's face into the thick, slimy mud, forcing him to eat filth.

Bien coughed and sputtered, hot tears streaming from his eyes as the criminal's seed mixed with muck filled his mouth and nose. The thug laughed and ground his face deeper, rubbing his cock on the back of Bien's head.

"Eat shit, hero," he growled. "Eat shit and jizz. That's your only purpose now, to be our cum-hungry bitch."

Bien lay there in the muck, his lean body twisted at an unnatural angle, gasping and crying. The criminal slow-fucked his face in the mud, using his mouth, then his ass, the entire time telling him how worthless and pathetic he was.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the criminal came on Bien's ass, hosing it with a torrent of jizz before shoving him away with a kick.

Bien lay there in the mud, his own body now defiled, his spirit broken. The criminal took more photos, posing with his foot on the young man's head, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a cruel smirk on his face.

"From this day forward, KidPinoy belongs to us," the syndicate boss announced to the crowd of villagers. "He's our cum-slut now. Spread the word."

As the thugs hauled Bien's battered body away to worse indignities, the people of the village looked on in dazed horror. KidPinoy, their beloved hero, had finally fallen. And now he would suffer an eternity as a sex slave to the very criminals he'd fought against. The age of innocence was over, and a new era of darkness had begun.