KidPinoy Aftermath #3

 Bien's ragged confession hung in the air, a chilling echo of his absolute defeat. Rapis grinned, a predatory flash of teeth, his foot lifting just enough to allow Bien a choked breath before the next wave of torment. The admission, wrenched from the very core of the once-unbreakable spirit, was fuel to their dark delight. They hadn't just beaten KidPinoy; they had redefined him, reduced him to the biological function that was the secret source of his power.

Before Bien could even fully register the fleeting relief of reduced pressure, strong hands – Mastermind's and Cultist's – closed around his wrists. He was hauled roughly to his knees, the muscles in his legs screaming in protest, trembling uncontrollably from the relentless violation they had just endured. His head lolled forward, dark, sweat-slicked hair clinging to his forehead.

"Stand him up," Lord Rapis commanded, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "We need to see our masterpiece in full display."

With a jolt, Bien was pulled higher, swaying precariously. The world spun, dizziness washing over him, but his tormentors held him firm. His chiseled, sinewy body, once a symbol of defiant strength, was now a canvas of their cruelty – bruised where they had struck, slick with sweat, spittle, and his own spent seed. His handsome face, usually set in proud determination, was a mask of utter exhaustion and despair, eyes half-closed, lips swollen and cracked.

"Look at you, champion," Mastermind purred, circling him like a vulture. "So magnificent, yet so utterly broken. Every muscle, honed for battle, now serves only to spasm with pleasurable agony." He trailed a finger down Bien's ribs, the touch sending a shudder through the young man's body. "And that skin... the sun-kissed resilience of your people... now gleaming with the proof of your true nature."

Cultist, ever the technician of their depravity, adjusted the sperm clamps still attached to Bien's base, eliciting another weak moan. "The wellspring flows freely now, Lord Rapis. He is truly the fountain we sought. And the pressure... the internal pressure is building again. Remarkable."

Bien's breathing became shallower, his chest hitching. The familiar tension, a twisted echo of the chi he once commanded but now only served to fuel his degradation, began to coil deep within him again. His cock, though raw and abused, stirred with a life of its own, independent of his will, already starting to swell.

"Indeed," Rapis said, his eyes fixed on Bien's burgeoning erection with avaricious intent. "The true test of his infinite nature. Let us see how quickly he recovers, how endlessly he can give." He gestured towards Beast, who stood like a waiting monolith, his grotesque form radiating an aura of brute force. "Bien Regalado, formerly KidPinoy, you have confessed your purpose. Now, embody it."

Strong hands seized Bien's hips. With a brutal, sickening efficiency, he was lifted and shoved downwards. A strangled cry tore from his throat, choked off instantly as Beast's "inhuman hard cock" – thick, rough, and utterly alien – impaled him. The world exploded in a fresh wave of pain and violation. His back arched violently, a silent scream contorting his features.

Lord Rapis moved swiftly, grabbing a fistful of Bien's sweat-dampened hair, yanking his head back hard, exposing his ravaged face. "Look at us, boy!" Rapis snarled, his face inches from Bien's, breath hot and foul. He struck Bien across the cheek, the blow echoing sharply in the chamber. "Answer me! Who is your master now?"

Bien's eyes, wide with agony and terror, darted between the cruel faces leering down at him. Impaled, his body wracked with violation, his own desperate need to expel the building pressure warring with the unbearable pain, he could barely form words. Another slap landed, harder this time.

"Answer!" Rapis roared, shaking his head violently.

"You... Lord Rapis..." Bien gasped, the words torn from his lungs. "You... masters..."

Another slap. "And what is your purpose, semen fountain?" Rapis demanded, his voice laced with venomous delight.

Bien's body was riding Beast's cock, involuntary spasms making him buck slightly on the monstrous length. The internal pressure, the terrible echo of his 'chi', intensified, demanding release. His own cock throbbed, slick with mingled fluids. Another involuntary shiver ran through him, and a fresh spurt of semen pulsed from his tip, landing on the dark, sun-kissed skin of his own chiseled stomach.

"My purpose..." Bien choked out, tears streaming down his face as he felt another wave of ejaculation building. "...to... to give... to cum... for you..."

Cultist cackled, tightening the clamps again, a cruel manipulation that somehow amplified the contradictory sensations of pain and impending release. "Hear that, Beast? He's ready to give! He's ready to ride!"

Beast, silent and unyielding, delivered slow, deliberate thrusts, forcing Bien's body into a rhythm of violation that was both agony and, perversely, pushing him towards the release he now craved with a desperate, animalistic instinct his will could no longer control. Each deep penetration overloaded his senses, blurring the lines between pain, exhaustion, and the inevitable surge of his 'chi'.

As Bien was forced to ride, his muscles taut and trembling, the villains gloated around him. Mastermind ran a hand down Bien's straining thigh, his touch possessive and cruel. "Such a waste of potential, isn't it? All that strength, all that pride... reduced to a mere vessel."

Cultist leaned in, his face close to Bien's hips, his eyes gleaming with a sickening fascination as he watched the young man's body clench. "Look at him go! The wellspring is truly infinite! And look, it's happening again!"

As Beast thrust deeper, Bien's body convulsed violently. A guttural cry escaped him, a sound of pure, animalistic release and despair. His eyes fluttered closed, his handsome face contorted. And then, a thick, copious stream of semen surged from his still impressively hard cock, splashing onto his own abdomen, his chest, even reaching the taut muscles of his neck as his head was held back.

The villains watched, mesmerized. This wasn't just draining an enemy; it was a ritual of utter domination. They were defiling his body, his very essence, turning the source of his legendary power into the instrument of his humiliation.

Lord Rapis, still gripping Bien's hair, his other hand now gripping his chin, forced his face to look down at the mess coating his own body. "See, KidPinoy? See what you are? A cum-splattered whore for our pleasure and power. Your strength is our fuel. Your defiance is broken. And this... this endless flow... is your new legacy."

He slapped Bien again, a stinging blow that snapped his head back. "Tell us, broken hero. Tell us how good it feels to be emptied, to be used, to be nothing but a semen fountain for your masters."

Bien, slick with his own seed, impaled and utterly spent, could only whimper, the words barely forming on his abused lips. "Empty... used... nothing..." His body gave another weak lurch, already, impossibly, preparing for the next brutal cycle. His cock, though just spent, remained hard, a cruel testament to the infinite, terrible source of chi that was now his prison and his shame.

The villains laughed, a chorus of cruel triumph surrounding the broken figure of the former champion. They leaned in, examining his sweat-sheened, muscled form, marveling at the dark, abused skin now glistening with his own vital fluid. They were reveling in his utter degradation, in the sight of the once-invincible KidPinoy reduced to a heaving, ejaculating plaything mounted on their brute's cock, his own seed covering his handsome face and proud body. They had not just defeated him; they had transformed him into a living monument to their victory, a constant, overflowing reminder of the day they broke the 'Filipino semen fountain' and claimed his infinite chi for their own dark purposes. The cycle of violation and forced release began anew, the rhythmic thrusts of Beast driving Bien closer to yet another unwanted climax, another wave of power drained, another layer of his spirit stripped away, leaving only the raw, trembling core of a broken, violated boy.