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Kidpinoy's Aftermath 15

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  A low, collective growl of anticipation rippled through the assembled horde as Rapis, with a final, contemptuous shove, cast Bien’s spent body aside. The boy landed in a boneless heap on the cold dais, a smear of sweat, semen, and filth marking his path. For a moment, the only sound was the drip, drip, drip of fluids from the edge of the stone platform onto the cavern floor. The silence was a held breath, a moment of reverence for the desecration they had all witnessed. Rapis, slick with his own sweat and Bien’s essence, ignored the mess. He savored the absolute stillness of his vanquished foe. Then, with a predator’s deliberate grace, he reached down. His fingers tangled in Bien’s thick, matted black hair, yanking the boy’s head back with a brutal jerk. Bien’s neck stretched, the tendons standing out like taut wires. His head lolled, eyes unfocused, a puppet whose strings had been cut, now held up by a single, cruel point of contact. Rapis pivoted, displaying his prize to the ga...

KidPinoy's Aftermath 14

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  Rapis laughed, a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction. He pushed his fingers through his own slick, dark hair, his eyes alight with a feverish glee. “Stabilize it? My dear Mastermind, you miss the point entirely.” He waved a dismissive hand. “The beauty of this power isn't in its containment. It's in its   release . It’s in the breaking of the vessel that holds it.” He turned his gaze back to Bien, who was now a trembling, sobbing wreck, his body still being rhythmically slammed onto Beast’s unyielding erection. “His power was his pride. His strength was his purity. We will not just drain him of one; we will shatter the other. A lesson must not only be taught, it must be witnessed.” With a sharp nod, he gave the order. “Bring him.” Mastermind and Cultist ceased their brutal puppetry, hauling Bien’s limp form off Beast. A wet, tearing sound filled the chamber as he was pulled free, and Bien let out a long, agonized moan. He was dragged across the cold stone floor, leaving...

Kidpinoy's Aftermath 13

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  From the Perspective of El Jefe I watched the final act of degradation unfold with a sense of profound, almost academic satisfaction. It was not the base, slobbering glee of my underlings, like Diablo, who found pleasure in the mere physicality of the act—the tearing of flesh, the slick sound of violation. My pleasure was more refined. It was the pleasure of a master strategist seeing a complex, multi-layered plan come to its perfect, brutal conclusion. Bien Regalado, their "Kidpinoy," was an equation I had long sought to solve. His invulnerability was not absolute; it was a function of his spirit. His stamina was not endless; it was fueled by a wellspring of hope, a sacred essence the old gods had foolishly bestowed upon a mortal boy. To defeat him, one couldn't simply batter the body. One had to dismantle the very idea of him, both in his own mind and in the minds of the pathetic masses who looked to him as a savior. The serpentine creature, Xylos, had performed its t...

Kidpinoy Aftermath #12

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 The acrid stench of spent seed and stale sweat hung heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fresh blood. The monstrous throng, now momentarily pacified, still circled Kidpinoy’s prone form. His bronzed skin, once taut and vibrant with health, was now a canvas of crimson weals, purple bruises, and glistening slime. His once-proud musculature, honed from years of defending the innocent, twitched involuntarily, a hollow echo of its former strength. His eyes, fixed on some unseen point in the dust, held a vacant, unseeing stare. El Jefe, a corpulent figure whose tailored suit seemed to strain at the seams over his bulging frame, sauntered closer, his polished boots kicking up small clouds of dust. A cigar, thick and reeking of cheap tobacco, protruded from his lips. He surveyed the scene with an air of detached satisfaction, a connoisseur appreciating a fine, albeit brutal, masterpiece. “You see, boys?” El Jefe’s voice, a gravelly rasp, cut through the quiet murmurs of th...

Kidpinoy gets defeated as a newbie hero

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 The villains licked their lips as they watched Kidpinoy's naked form being tossed to the snarling mob of unnatural creatures. The Filipino hero had defied them for the last time. Now, it was their turn to break him completely. "Let's see how long that virile young body holds up to what we've got planned," sneered El Jefe. His men cackled with malice, gripping their cruel weapons and vile implements. The monsters descended on Kidpinoy like a plague of locusts. Claws and teeth tore into his sun-kissed skin, leaving bloody welts and gashes. Tentacles probed every sensitive area, violating him in ways no man should endure. "Heeere's Johnny!" mewled a hunchbacked beast, poking a oozing sore on Kidpinoy's chest. The other cretins howled with laughter. "Mmm, I bet this hero-boy hasn't gotten any action in a while," giggled a corpulent she-beast, her pudgy fingers pawing at Kidpinoy's rigid manhood. "Let's milk those pent-up b...

Bruce Lee vs The Lizard

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Saitama gets Drained

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 The monstrous generals rotated their vile attentions, each one gloating and defiling the once proud hero in their own way. The Deep Sea King, his emerald eyes glistening with sadistic glee, grabbed Saitama's hairless head, forcing it forward in a cruel mockery of a bow. "Behold, the broken god!" he bellowed. "Behold the fate of your savior!" His webbed fingers slid down Saitama's muscular back, tracing the ropes of strength that had once been the envy of the hero world. He dug his claws in, drawing thin lines of blood that glistened under the harsh lights. Saitama shuddered, a muffled cry escaping his bruised lips. The Subterranean King crouched behind his captive, his stony bulk looming over the lean human. His gnarled hands, rough as boulders, wrapped around Saitama's narrow hips, proprietary and dominant. "Look at him," the Subterranean King rumbled, his voice echoing through the cavernous space above. "This once invincible warrior, no...