Kamao

 

The city's streets were slick with rain and garbage as Kamao strode home from the docks. His shiphauling job had gone late again, his muscles aching and his body slick with sweat beneath tattered clothes. But he'd earned enough for rent and some rice to fill his belly. For now, that was enough.

As he climbed the rickety stairs to his one room flat, a news headline caught his eye, scrawled in red across a tattered poster:

"Kamao Crushes Crooks! Unstoppable Hero Foils Felonious Four Again!"

Kamao allowed himself a small smile. Maybe one day, after he'd saved enough, he'd have more than the glimmer of a life. Maybe he'd even let himself be loved, as Bien. For now, his fists and his power were his only hope and solace.

He slipped into the flat, shedding his sweat-soaked shirt. The mirror showed him the same hard, angular face, the same sun-scorched skin and burning eyes. He sluiced water over his scarred chest and stepped into the shower, sighing as the hot water soothed his tired body.

A crash from the kitchen had him whirling, wet and furious. Then he saw them, framed in the doorway.

Mangus. Taksin. Hwan Li. Jili. The Felonious Four. His greatest foes.

They'd never stopped scheming after Kamao thwarted their last crime spree. He'd stopped them again and again, each time they'd sworn revenge. And now, here they were, cornering him, eyes glittering with malice and triumph.

"Surprised, Kamao?" Mangus purred, lips curling in a sneer. "I thought you'd have realized. No one man, not even you, is a match for all of us."

Kamao shifted, water dripping down his legs. "You won't get away with this."

"Oh, I think we will," Hwan Li laughed. "You're not so big and tough now, are you? Naked and alone."

They charged, a flurry of blows. Kamao met them head on, fists and feet flying. He was strong, so strong, every fiber of his body honed by relentless labor and the slow, hidden training of his secret identity. He'd absorbed everything he could, to be worthy of this city.

But the Four had planned. Strike, then fall back. Lure him in, then unleash. Catch him off guard. Again and again, as he grew tired, wheezing. Something burned his skin...blinding him.

A gas. They had a gas. Kamao crashed to the floor, body betraying him as they grabbed him, dragging him out into the rain. He feebly struggled, vision blurred, muscles going slack as the drug claimed him.

Rough hands shoved him into a van. Doors slammed. The engine roared to life. They were moving, taking him somewhere. Somewhere isolated. To finish what they'd begun.

He fought the creeping fog in his brain. He had to stay awake, had to fight. But he was drifting, lost...

Kamao jolted awake, naked and shivering. He was strapped to a chair, thighs and arms splayed wide. His enemies ringed him, faces twisted in cruel triumph.

"Welcome back, hero," Mangus purred, tracing a finger down Kamao's bare chest. "We're going to enjoy this."

Panic clawed up Kamao's throat as Hwan Li pulled out a wickedly long syringe. Jili held up a glass vial, full of a glowing liquid.

"This is a special serum. It will take your power...and leave you a helpless slut. And we're going to take turns pumping it into you, until you're empty. Drained. Defeated."

The needle slid into Kamao's thigh, icy-cold flooding his veins. He screamed as foreign energy, foreign heat, sizzled through him, screaming along every nerve. His head fell back, swallowed by ecstasy.

"Look at him, cumming just from the first dose," Taksin giggled. "He's going to be a good toy."

Kamao's cock leaped to rigid attention, bobbing obscenely. They were all around him, touching, stroking.

"Mmmh, firm," Hwan Li purred, fingers closing around Kamao's shaft. "We're going to enjoy this. Drain you dry."

They took him in turns, thrusting into his mouth, his hole, his hands wrapped around their cocks. The pleasure was overwhelming, screaming along his nerves as they used him, filled him. Kamao sobbed, cumming helplessly on the chair as they drained him.

More serum. More cocks. Waves of sensation radiating out from where they violated him. Jili took him in the ass, pounding mercilessly, grunting as Kamao's still-sensitive flesh gave. Taksin hilted in his throat, choking him on it. Mangus and Hwan Li took his hands to their pricks, jerking him off as he spasmed.

Again and again they used him, as the serum turned his body to overwrought nerves and needy holes. They took turns jackhammering into his ass, tongue-fucking his mouth. The drugs had him perpetually hard, cumming on their cocks.

Blearily, Kamao watched himself through the one way mirror, in the room. It was a TV studio, the chair lit up. They'd broadcast this, smear him in public.

Finally, Mangus took him, cock splitting his straining hole. "Cum for us, hero. Show us what you are now."

Agony and ecstasy crashed through Kamao as he obeyed, cumming until he was empty. His enemies painted him with release, marking him as theirs. Drained, defeated, utterly broken.

They unstrapped him. Hauled him up. Paraded his naked, dripping body before the cameras.

"Behold...Kamao," Mangus announced. "The fist-fighting stud...now the Felonious Four's cumslut. The city's hole for anyone to use. And we're going to make sure the world sees it."

Kamao could only stand there, trembling, as the cameras flashed and rolled. As his world shattered.

They left him there, then. Collapsed in the wreckage of his secret identity, his dignity, his power.