Kidpinoy Aftermath 31

 

 "Bungo! Enough!" A thin, reedy voice cut through the downpour, but it was already too late. The behemoth of a man, Bungo, a mountain of muscle with a face like a hammered anvil, already had KidPinoy in a brutal full nelson. Rain plastered KidPinoy’s black hair to his forehead, rivulets coursing down his chiseled face, mixing with the sweat and the sheer agony contorting his features. His famed ten-pack abs, usually a solid, impenetrable shield, strained against Bungo’s vice-like grip.

 "You thought you won, little brown rat?" Bungo's voice rumbled, a guttural growl that reverberated through KidPinoy's chest. "Always the same. Beat me, demand surrender. Predictable."

 A sickening *shlick* sound, wet and abrupt, sliced through the drumming rain. KidPinoy’s body stiffened, a silent, agonizing gasp tearing from his throat. His eyes, usually blazing with defiant fire, widened in pure, unadulterated shock. A searing, alien pressure bloomed deep within him, a violation so profound it stole the air from his lungs. It was thick, impossibly hard, and it was *inside* him.

 "This is new for you, isn't it, *bayot*?" Bungo’s voice, now a venomous hiss, was right at KidPinoy’s ear, his breath hot and fetid. "Never felt a real man’s cock, have you? Especially not one like mine."

 The mechanical hum, barely audible over the storm, vibrated through KidPinoy’s core. An electric current, sharp and agonizing, lanced through his prostate. His legs buckled, a strangled cry escaping his lips, raw and desperate. He tasted bile, metallic and bitter, as his stomach convulsed. His vision blurred, the city lights streaking into distorted halos. This wasn't pain; it was an annihilation of self, a complete erasure of his legendary resilience.

 "Look at him, gentlemen!" A thin, pale hand, adorned with an absurdly large signet ring, waved dismissively at KidPinoy’s writhing form. Mr. Albright, a man whose skin seemed perpetually powdered and whose eyes held the cold gleam of a predator, stepped closer, his expensive suit miraculously dry under a massive umbrella held by a silent henchman. "Our invincible hero. Reduced to a mewling puppy."

 Another man, Mr. Dubois, his jowls quivering with a grotesque delight, chuckled, a dry, rattling sound like dead leaves. "Such a shame. All that talk of honor, of strength. And it crumbles so easily, doesn't it, when faced with true power?"

 Bungo, meanwhile, began to move. A slow, deliberate push, then another, deeper. KidPinoy’s body arched, a desperate, involuntary spasm. The enormous length of Bungo’s enhanced cock stretched him, bruised him, tore at him from the inside. He could feel it, a blunt, relentless piston, drilling into his virgin passage, churning his insides.

 "Your armor abs, *gago*?" Bungo sneered, his voice dropping to a low, mocking growl as he leaned in, his heavy arm crushing KidPinoy against his massive chest. "Not so tough from the inside, are they? Feel that? That's me, smashing your prostate. Making you feel things you never thought possible."

 The sensation was overwhelming, a burning, tearing pressure that radiated through his entire being. His stomach churned, a violent contraction forcing out a mouthful of sour gastric juices, splattering against Bungo’s shoulder. His eyes rolled back, the world spinning in a vortex of pain and humiliation.

 "Strip him!" Mr. Albright’s command echoed, sharp and precise.

 Rough hands, calloused and uncaring, tore at KidPinoy’s tattered fighting gi. The fabric ripped, exposing his sun-kissed skin, his famous ten-pack, now convulsing under Bungo's relentless assault. The rain washed over his naked body, cold and indifferent, a stark contrast to the burning inferno inside him.

 Bungo’s hips thrust harder, a frantic, almost desperate rhythm. The *shlick-squelch* of his cock moving in and out of KidPinoy’s violated passage became a grotesque counterpoint to the drumming rain. Each thrust was a hammer blow against KidPinoy's prostate, a brutal, mind-numbing assault that stole his will, his defiance, everything that made him KidPinoy.

 "Look at him, Rose," Mr. Dubois crooned, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Your valiant hero. Impaled. Helpless. And soon, he'll be ours."

 The mention of Rose, his fiancée, sent a fresh wave of agony through KidPinoy. He tried to speak, to scream, but only a choked sob escaped, swallowed by the rain and the crushing pressure in his throat.

 Two more figures, hulking Filipino men, former henchmen KidPinoy had often bested, approached. Their faces were grim, their eyes devoid of emotion. They were part of this betrayal, part of his downfall. One reached out, his massive hand closing around KidPinoy's bicep, squeezing, kneading the taut muscle. The other reached for his groin, his fingers brushing against KidPinoy’s rapidly stiffening cock.

 "Ah, our little abstinent hero," Mr. Albright purred, stepping even closer, his eyes raking over KidPinoy’s body. "Such a waste of virility. But not for long, not for long."

 Bungo, still impaled, lifted KidPinoy’s arms above his head, forcing his chest to arch, his famed abs to stretch even further. The movement intensified the internal violation, a deep, grinding pressure that threatened to split him open. KidPinoy’s body spasmed, a desperate, uncontrolled jerking.

 "See that?" Bungo gloated, his voice thick with triumph. "He’s already hard. This little *bakla* can't resist. His body betrays him."

 The Filipino henchman, the one at KidPinoy’s groin, began to stroke his cock, a slow, deliberate motion. KidPinoy’s head lolled back, his eyes half-closed, his mind a fractured mess of pain and burgeoning, terrifying arousal. The aphrodisiac, potent and insidious, was already at work, twisting his body’s reactions, making him betray himself.

 "Such a waste, all that virgin cum," Mr. Dubois mused, his gaze fixed on KidPinoy’s rapidly engorging member. "But we'll make good use of it. We'll drain him dry."

 Bungo continued his relentless thrusting, each pump sending jolts of pleasure-pain through KidPinoy. His prostate screamed, bombarded by the enormous cock, and a desperate groan tore from his throat. He felt the familiar building pressure, a sensation he had always controlled, always held back, now surging uncontrollably.

 "He's close!" Mr. Albright exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. "Drain him! Make him cum for us!"

 The henchman’s hand tightened, his strokes quickening, becoming more insistent. Bungo slammed deeper, his cock a battering ram against KidPinoy’s core. A guttural cry ripped from KidPinoy’s lips, his hips bucking involuntarily. His body convulsed, a wave of intense, shattering pleasure-pain washing over him. White, thick cum, virgin and potent, burst from his cock, spraying onto the henchman’s hand, mixing with the rain.

 "Oh, magnificent!" Mr. Dubois clapped his hands, a sound like dry bones rattling. "Such a gush! And look at the consistency! Like jelly! A testament to his virility, indeed!"

 "Mango, they say?" Mr. Albright’s tongue snaked out, tasting the cum from the henchman’s fingers. "Mmm, sweet. Potent. More! We need more!"

 Bungo, still impaled, pulled KidPinoy’s head back by his hair, exposing his throat. His other hand, still crushing KidPinoy’s prostate from the outside, now kneaded his plump balls, squeezing, milking them.

 "You like that, *puta*?" Bungo snarled, his face inches from KidPinoy’s, his breath hot and reeking. "Feeling good? All that strength, draining out of you. With every drop, you get weaker. You become ours."

 The two old men, their faces contorted with lewd anticipation, pressed in closer. Mr. Albright, with surprising agility for his age, knelt before KidPinoy’s still-hard cock. His lips, thin and pale, closed around the tip, sucking, drawing out more of the thick, creamy cum. KidPinoy gasped, his body arching, his mind reeling from the conflicting sensations of violation and forced pleasure.

 "Mmm, delicious," Mr. Albright mumbled, his tongue expertly working the head of KidPinoy’s cock. "So much flavor. So much power. We'll take it all."

 Mr. Dubois, not to be outdone, pressed his mouth against KidPinoy’s, forcing a sloppy, wet kiss. His tongue, surprisingly nimble, snaked into KidPinoy’s mouth, tasting the remnants of his own gastric juices, mixing it with his own saliva. KidPinoy gagged, his body trembling, his mind screaming in silent protest.

 Bungo, meanwhile, continued his relentless, brutal fucking. Each thrust was a reminder of KidPinoy’s helplessness, of his utter subjugation. The mechanical hum of Bungo's cock reverberated, drilling deeper, wider, stretching KidPinoy’s insides to their limit.

 "Your Rose, she'll never know this side of you," Bungo whispered, his voice a venomous caress. "She'll never taste your cum like this. Never see you broken like this. We will have all your firsts, *gago*."

 Another wave of forced arousal, fueled by the aphrodisiac and the relentless stimulation, surged through KidPinoy. His cock, still being expertly sucked by Mr. Albright, twitched, engorged once more.

 "He's ready again!" Mr. Albright cried, his voice muffled by KidPinoy’s cock. "Our little milk bull is so generous!"

 The henchman’s hand returned to KidPinoy’s balls, kneading them, squeezing them, forcing more cum to the surface. Bungo slammed deeper, a primal grunt escaping his lips. KidPinoy’s body spasmed violently, another torrent of thick, white cum erupting from his cock, filling Mr. Albright’s mouth.

 "Oh, yes! So much! So creamy!" Mr. Albright pulled away, his lips glistening, a satisfied smirk on his face. "This is truly a treasure."

 "Again, Bungo! Again!" Mr. Dubois urged, his eyes alight with a disturbing glee. "Drain him dry! Break his spirit!"

 Bungo lifted KidPinoy’s pliant body, still impaled on his massive cock, high into the air. KidPinoy’s legs dangled, his body limp, his head lolling. The rain washed over him, blurring the faces of his tormentors. He was a puppet, a plaything, his strength ebbing with every forced climax.

 "This is how we break heroes," Bungo roared, his voice echoing over the city. "We take away their pride! Their strength! We make them cum for us!"

 He slammed KidPinoy down again, hard, onto his engorged cock. The impact sent a shockwave of pain and pleasure through KidPinoy’s body. His legs twitched, a desperate, involuntary spasm. His body stiffened, a silent scream tearing through his throat.

 "Poor stupid boy!" Mr. Albright shrieked, his voice sharp with derision. "Our Filipino milk bull! We've fantasized about this for so long! We knew your weakness, your virgin prostate! Your abstinence!"

 "Rose won't get to taste this!" Mr. Dubois added, his voice a cruel taunt. "We'll have all your cum before she ever gets a drop! We'll drain you dry for her!"

 With each forced climax, KidPinoy felt a part of himself wither, a piece of his legendary strength dissolving into the rain-slicked concrete. His mind, once sharp and resolute, was now a foggy mess, a tapestry of pain, shame, and a burgeoning, terrifying emptiness. The aphrodisiac churned in his blood, making his body betray his will, making him hard again and again, even as his spirit shattered.

 Bungo, still impaled, continued his brutal assault. He lifted KidPinoy, then slammed him down, again and again, the *squelch* of his cock entering and exiting becoming a sickening rhythm. KidPinoy’s body was a rag doll, his movements jerky and uncontrolled.

 "Tell us, hero," Mr. Albright demanded, grabbing KidPinoy’s handsome face, his fingers digging into his cheeks. "Tell us who defeated you! Confess your weakness!"

 KidPinoy’s eyes, wide and unfocused, stared blankly at the sky, the rain washing over his face. He tried to resist, to fight, but his body was a slave to the aphrodisiac, to Bungo’s relentless thrusts, to the insidious draining of his life force.

 Mr. Dubois, with a grotesque smile, knelt down and took KidPinoy’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard, drawing out another wave of creamy cum. KidPinoy’s body arched, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

 "He's confessing!" Mr. Dubois crowed, his voice muffled by KidPinoy’s cock. "He's ours now!"

 "Slam him to the ground, Bungo!" Mr. Albright commanded, his eyes gleaming with a sick satisfaction. "Show them all! Show them how a hero falls!"

 Bungo, with a final, brutal thrust, pulled his massive cock out of KidPinoy’s ass with a wet *pop*. KidPinoy’s body, slick with cum and rain, collapsed onto the wet concrete. Bungo then flipped him onto his back, his powerful hands gripping KidPinoy’s hips, forcing his legs apart. His enormous cock, still engorged, hovered over KidPinoy’s now stretched and bruised asshole.

 "Time for the final act, little hero," Bungo grunted, his eyes fixed on KidPinoy’s face. "Time to fill you with my seed. To make you truly ours."

 He slammed his cock back into KidPinoy’s ass, a brutal, unforgiving entry. KidPinoy’s body convulsed, his back arching off the ground, a raw, animalistic scream tearing from his throat. The pain was beyond anything he had ever known, a tearing, burning sensation that consumed him.

 "Record this!" Mr. Albright shouted, his voice hoarse with excitement. "Every thrust! Every moan! Let the world see their hero broken!"

 Bungo began to thrust, a rapid, piston-like motion, his hips slamming against KidPinoy’s ass. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of agony and humiliation through KidPinoy. His abs, once armor-like, now rippled with each internal impact, stretching and distorting.

 "Feel that, *gago*?" Bungo snarled, his voice thick with triumph. "That's my cum, filling you up! My aphrodisiac! My brainwashing agents! You'll be mine, inside and out!"

 He pumped furiously, his body a blur of motion. KidPinoy’s eyes glazed over, tears mixing with the rain on his face. He felt something warm and sticky filling him, a sensation of utter violation, of being soiled from within. Bungo groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and then convulsed, emptying his massive load deep inside KidPinoy.

 "There! He's full! Our hero is pregnant with Bungo's seed!" Mr. Dubois shrieked, his face a mask of grotesque delight.

 But it wasn't over. The other henchmen, those who had always been beaten by KidPinoy, now swarmed him. They stomped on his biceps, their heavy boots crushing his muscles. They stomped on his famous abs, forcing a fresh wave of Bungo’s cum and gastric juices to erupt from KidPinoy’s mouth. He choked, gagged, his body wracked with spasms.

 "Not so tough now, are you, *bakla*?" one of them sneered, grinding his heel into KidPinoy’s stomach. "Your abs aren't so invincible when they're full of cum, are they?"

 Another henchman stepped on KidPinoy’s handsome face, grinding his boot into his cheek, then his mouth. KidPinoy’s head was forced back, his tongue exposed. Mr. Albright, with a twisted smile, leaned down and sucked on KidPinoy’s tongue, a long, wet, disgusting kiss.

 "Mmm, salty," he purred, pulling away, his lips glistening. "Such a good boy. Such a good, broken boy."

 Bungo, still impaled, began to thrust again, a slower, more deliberate rhythm now, his body heavy and sated. KidPinoy’s body was a limp, broken thing, his mind fractured, his spirit shattered.

 "Look, citizens!" Mr. Albright bellowed to the unseen crowd, his voice amplified by a hidden speaker. "Your hero! Your invincible KidPinoy! He is ours! He is broken! He is a whore!"

 The rain continued to fall, washing over KidPinoy’s ravaged body, mixing with the cum, the blood, the tears. He was no longer KidPinoy, the hero. He was just Bien Regalado, a pier worker, broken and defiled, his legend dismantled, his spirit crushed. He was a shell, a puppet, his body now a vessel for their perverse desires. The world spun, then faded to black, leaving only the endless, echoing shame.

 When he awoke, the rain had stopped. The city lights, no longer blurred, seemed to mock him, sharp and unforgiving. He was still naked, still lying on the wet concrete, his body a map of bruises and aches. Bungo, still inside him, had not moved. The two old men, Albright and Dubois, stood over him, their faces smug, triumphant.

 "Time for the encore, our little *bayot*," Mr. Albright said, his voice laced with a cruel amusement. "Time to show the world what you truly are now."

 They dragged him to his feet, his body screaming in protest. Bungo’s cock, still inside him, stretched him, pulling at his insides with every step. He was a marionette, his movements jerky and unnatural. His mind was a haze, the aphrodisiac still coursing through his veins, twisting his thoughts, making him yearn for the very sensations that had broken him.

 "Fight him, hero!" Mr. Dubois cackled, shoving him towards Bungo. "Fight your master! Show us your strength!"

 KidPinoy tried to raise his fists, but his arms felt heavy, disconnected. His muscles, once solid steel, now felt like overcooked noodles. Bungo, still inside him, twisted, grinding his cock against KidPinoy’s prostate. A wave of pleasure-pain, sickening and unwanted, surged through him. His legs buckled.

 "See? He can't even stand!" Mr. Albright sneered. "His strength is gone! Drained by our hands! By our cocks!"

 Bungo, with a grunt, pulled out of KidPinoy’s ass with a loud *schlick*. KidPinoy collapsed, his legs unable to support him. Bungo then turned him around, forcing him to kneel.

 "Time to pay your respects, little whore," Bungo growled, his hand gripping the back of KidPinoy’s head.

 Mr. Albright stepped forward, his pants unzipped, his pale, flaccid cock emerging. KidPinoy’s eyes, dull and lifeless, stared at it. He tried to turn away, to resist, but Bungo’s grip was unyielding.

 "Suck it, boy," Mr. Albright commanded, his voice a whisper of pure malice. "Suck your master's cock. Show us how good a little brainwashed fag you are."

 Bungo forced KidPinoy’s head down. KidPinoy’s lips, numb and unresponsive, closed around Mr. Albright’s cock. He tasted old man, stale and bitter. He gagged, but Bungo’s hand held him firm. Mr. Albright groaned, his hips thrusting against KidPinoy’s face.

 "Good boy," Mr. Albright moaned, his voice thick with perversion. "Such a good boy. Drink it all down."

 He pumped, his flaccid cock slowly hardening in KidPinoy’s mouth. KidPinoy felt the familiar pressure building, not in his own cock, but in his throat, in his stomach. Mr. Albright convulsed, a thin stream of watery cum squirting into KidPinoy’s mouth. KidPinoy choked, gagged, but Bungo held his head, forcing him to swallow.

 "Delicious!" Mr. Albright exclaimed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "He swallowed it all! Our little cum-guzzling whore!"

 Mr. Dubois stepped forward, his own cock emerging, equally pale and flaccid. Bungo again forced KidPinoy’s head down. KidPinoy’s mouth, still coated with Mr. Albright’s cum, closed around Mr. Dubois’s cock. This one was even more bitter, more pungent. He tasted fear, humiliation, and the complete obliteration of his former self.

 "Drink it all, little Filipino slut," Mr. Dubois rasped, his hips moving, his cock slowly hardening in KidPinoy’s mouth. "Drink our power. Drink our victory."

 He too came, a thin, weak stream, filling KidPinoy’s mouth. KidPinoy gagged, his stomach churning, but he swallowed. He had no choice. His mind was broken, his will shattered. He was a hollow vessel, a puppet for their amusement.

 They pulled him up, his body swaying like a reed in the wind. His eyes, vacant and lifeless, stared out at the unseen crowd. The rain had truly stopped, leaving behind a slick, shimmering surface that reflected the harsh city lights.

 "Behold!" Mr. Albright boomed, his voice echoing, amplified. "Your hero! Your KidPinoy! He is no more! He is our kneeling, cum-swallowing slave! His legend is over! His power, ours!"

 Bungo, with a final, contemptuous shove, pushed KidPinoy forward. KidPinoy stumbled, then collapsed, his body a broken heap on the wet concrete. The sounds of the city, once a symphony of life, were now a caco