Mudpie

 

It was a dark night in the slums of Manila. KidPinoy, the famous martial arts champion, lay shivering and naked, mercilessly chained in the courtyard of a lavish villa. The once proud hero had been reduced to a pathetic prisoner, at the mercy of his wealthy enemies who sought to humiliate him for their own twisted amusement.

KidPinoy's girlfriend, Maya, had been kidnapped by the criminal syndicate headed by the ruthless billionaire Fausto Mendosa. To spare Maya from certain death, KidPinoy had surrendered himself to Fausto and his goons, allowing them to be arrested under trumped-up charges.

Now, in this night of shame, Fausto and his loyal henchmen gathered around the chained KidPinoy, their sadistic grins illuminated by flickering torchlight.

"You thought you could defeat us, you arrogant fool!" Fausto bellowed. "Well, we'll show you what happens to those who cross us!"

The men attacked KidPinoy's muscular frame with their fists and feet, ruthlessly beating him. He had been Hollywood-ish sculptured, his body a chiseled temple of abs and biceps, developed through years of intense conditioning. But tonight, it would only make him a more satisfying target for their cruelty.

"Look at these abs! Maybe if we soften them up a bit with some tenderizing, our dear champion won't be so cocky anymore!" Fausto cackled. He ordered his men to chain KidPinoy's arms above his head and spread his legs far apart.

They mercilessly pounded the warrior's washboard stomach with the butts of their rifles, each impact rippling through the granite-hard muscles. KidPinoy groaned in agony, his chest heaving and abs flexing reflexively. Beads of sweat trickled down his writhing body.

"A couple of jabs here, a few knees there, and that pretty face ain't so pretty no more!" another thug jeered. They viciously pummeled KidPinoy's handsome features, his nose bleeding and eyelids swelling shut from the relentless blows.

Once they grew tired, the men released their victim. KidPinoy collapsed in the mud, coughing and wheezing. But their torment was far from over.

Fausto roughly grabbed a fistful of the warrior's hair and yanked his head back. "We haven't even gotten started yet. That's one tough son of a bitch, I'll give him that. But we'll find a way to break him!"

Fausto shoved KidPinoy's face into the muck, smothering him. The men took turns pressing their boots against the fallen hero's back, forcing his head deeper into the ooze.

"Make sure you get him covered from head to toe!" Fausto barked. "That mud has therapeutic properties! Maybe it'll smooth out these abs a bit!"

The brutes indulgently slathered mud onto every inch of KidPinoy's heaving body. Globs of muck painted his rippling muscles, leaving him encrusted like a work of art.

"Who's the laughing stock now, KidPinoy? You look like a goddamn mud pie!" Fausto sneered as he ground his boot into the back of KidPinoy's head. "Not so fucking tough now, are you? Maybe this'll teach you a lesson about messing with your betters!"

With their victim sufficiently debased, the men grew bored. They hauled KidPinoy to a public square and chained him standing like a trophy to display their victory. But for good measure, Fausto decided to have a bit more fun at KidPinoy's expense.

Fausto roughly fondled the warrior's mud-smeared, chiseled abs and pecs. "Mmm...still so hard and tight. What a shame! You'll never be free to fight us again!"

The billionaire then yanked down his pants, freeing his large, throbbing erection. He viciously shoved the warrior's face into his crotch, forcing him to taste his musk.

"Let's see how tough you are when I make you suck my cock, you sniveling worm!" Fausto taunted. "Open that filthy mouth of yours before I knock your teeth out!"

KidPinoy gagged and struggled, but Fausto's grip was too strong. He was subjected to oral sex, his throat battered and raw as the billionaire ruthlessly face-fucked him. Tears streamed down the warrior's mud-caked cheeks as he endured the violation.

The crowd of onlookers jeered at the fallen champion, snapping pictures on their cellphones. They mocked his fluttering eyelids and bulging throat. "Ha! Look at that! The almighty KidPinoy is nothing but a pretty little cocksucker now! Maybe Fausto ought to keep him as a sex slave!"

At last, Fausto achieved his climax, pumping a thick load of semen down KidPinoy's tortured gullet. He released his victim's head and admired his handiwork - the once defiant warrior now reduced to a drooling, cum-covered mess.

"That's a good boy," Fausto sneered. "You're going to be a great little fucktoy for us. Just as soon as I have Maya killed, that is. Then you'll belong to us forever!"

With that final threat, Fausto and his goons left KidPinoy stumbling in the mud, his body aching and spirit crushed. The champion knew his only hope now was to somehow find a way to break free and rescue Maya - and bring his tormentors to justice. But for now, all he could do was endure their cruel torture, humiliated in front of the entire city.