Fist of Justice....debased

 In a small village in the Philippines, there lived a legendary fistfighter named Kamao. For years, Kamao had been undefeated in the ring, his lightning-quick punches and iron-hard fists striking fear into the hearts of his opponents. But Kamao's success had not gone unnoticed. An ancient group of demons, long banished from the world of men, had been watching him with growing anger. According to the demonic lore, Kamao's ancestors had been instrumental in their expulsion from Earth centuries ago. And now, these vengeful demons had returned to extract their revenge on the man who dared to carry the same name.

One fateful night, as Kamao walked home from a victorious fight, he was ambushed by the demon horde. Dozens of the foul creatures emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing red with malice. Kamao fought valiantly, his fists flying in a whirlwind of punches, but it was no use. The demons simply had too many numbers. They overpowered him, beating the mighty warrior to his knees.

The leader of the demons, a towering figure with black horns and blue skin, sneered down at Kamao. "You think you can defeat us, human? You who bears the name of the one who cast us out? We will make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

The demons began their cruel torment. With inhuman strength, they ripped out Kamao's eyes, leaving bloody sockets in their place. The former champion screamed in agony as his sight was brutally torn away. Not satisfied, the demons then yanked out his tongue by the roots, silencing his cries for help. Kamao could only gurgle in impotent rage.

But still the torture continued. The demons pulverized Kamao's legendary fists, crushing bone and sinew into a pulpy mass. They savagely beat his rock-hard abs with clubs, reducing them to a baggy sack of broken meat. And worst of all, they grabbed Kamao's genitals and squeezed and squeezed, until his balls burst like rotten fruit. The demons laughed as Kamao writhed, his manhood and source of pride shattered.

The demons dragged their broken captive out into the town square. The villagers watched in horror as the mangled remains of their hero was paraded before them. "Behold the once-mighty Kamao!" the demon leader crowed. "He is nothing but a pathetic worm now! A plaything for our pleasure!"

The demons shoved Kamao to his knees and jerked his limp cock into the air. Despite the unbearable pain, his ravaged body could not help but respond. Kamao's cock stiffened and pulsed, drooling pre-cum. The demons laughed and forced his head down to suck his own bloody erection. Kamao choked and gagged, but could not resist as he was made to cum again and again into his own mouth. The demons fondled his crushed balls, milking out his seed until he was drained dry. They drank down his essence to fuel their dark powers.

Finally, the demons' malice was sated. They ripped off Kamao's cock and balls and crammed the bloody genitals down his throat, choking him. The once-mighty warrior was left as a hollow husk, his strength and manhood stolen away. The demons disappeared as quickly as they had arrived, leaving the mangled remains of Kamao for all to behold.

And so ended the tale of Kamao, the invincible fistfighter, brought low by dark powers and made a plaything for demons. His legacy was one of shame and humiliation, his suffering a warning to any who would challenge the forces of evil. The villagers whispered that on certain nights, you could still hear Kamao's broken sobs echoing through the town.