Kidpinoy Aftermath #29
The world spun, a nauseating kaleidoscope of agony and degradation as Bungo, his grotesque mass a suffocating weight, slammed KidPinoy onto the cold concrete. The impact reverberated through his already shattered body, a fresh wave of blinding pain erupting from his impaled prostate. He gasped, a guttural choke that ended in a whimper, his legs spasming uncontrollably, a pathetic dance of suffering. The heavy, mechanically enhanced cock, still buried deep, drove further with the slam, stretching his raw insides, grinding against nerves that screamed in a language beyond human comprehension. “Putangina mo, Kidpinoy!” Bungo roared, his voice thick with a triumphant, malicious glee, amplified by the camera crew that encircled them like vultures. “Wala kang silbi! Talunan!” (You motherfucker, Kidpinoy! You’re useless! A loser!) The accusation, delivered in his native tongue, was a knife twist in his soul, even through the haze of drugs and pain. He was the unstoppable KidPinoy, the pr...