KidPinoy gets Slaughtered

 

The monsoon sky wept over Manila, a torrential downpour that mirrored the devastation of the scene unfolding at the center of the city’s plaza. The storm drains were choked with debris, and the air smelled of ozone, wet concrete, and the copper tang of spilled blood. Ten years of peace, forged by the fists of Kidpinoy, had shattered in a single night.

Beneath the flickering, dying lights of the central digital billboards, the invincible hero was no longer standing. He was on his knees, bent forward, his body trembling not from exertion, but from a violation so profound it threatened to unmake his very soul.

Kidpinoy, the savior of the Philippines, the man whose 5'5" frame contained the power to shatter mountains, was impaled. His humble black compression shirt was ripped to shreds, exposing the famous, armor-like ten-pack that had defied bullets and blades. But now, that abdomen was distorted, stretched grotesquely from the inside by an intrusion that defied reason.

Behind him stood Jackhammer. The android’s chrome chassis gleamed with rain, his face a mask of cold, calculating sadism. His lower half was a marvel of bio-mechanical engineering—an enormous, rock-hard piston of synthetic flesh and metal, currently buried to the hilt inside the hero’s virgin body.

"H-Haa...!" A strangled gasp ripped from Kidpinoy’s throat. His handsome, sun-kissed face was contorted in agony, veins bulging against his neck. He tried to summon his Chi, the sacred energy that made him a god among men, but it was gone. Or rather, it was being siphoned.

"It’s over, hero," Jackhammer’s synthesized voice buzzed into Kidpinoy’s ear. The android’s hips snapped forward, a brutal, mechanical thrust that drove deep into the hero’s prostate. "Your sacred endurance... it’s nothing but a reservoir of virgin energy. And we’re about to drain you dry."

Flanking him were the other architects of this ruin. To the left, the racist billionaire pervert, Trump Albright, stood draped in a pristine white suit, a cigar dangling from his lips as he watched with a predatory grin. To the right, the tentacled alien conqueror, Oboye, held Kidpinoy’s left arm, its slimy appendages coiling tight, while the demon lord of darkness, Maal, clamped down on the right.

"Look at him," Maal sneered, his demonic claws digging into Kidpinoy’s deltoid. "The great light of the Philippines. Reduced to a squirming whore for our amusement."

"Please..." Kidpinoy choked out, his voice cracking. Sweat and rain mingled on his body. "Rose... let her go..."

"Oh, we will," Trump laughed, stepping forward. He gestured to a large holographic screen hovering nearby. On it, a terrified young woman with tear-streaked cheeks was bound to a chair—Rose, his fiancée. "She’s watching right now, Bien. She’s watching the man she loves get broken."

The use of his real name—Bien Regalado—sent a fresh wave of horror through him. They knew everything.

"But first," Trump continued, his eyes gleaming with perverted lust, "the world needs to see what happens when you take away a man’s abstinence. Jackhammer, show him. Show him the weakness he never knew he had."

Jackhammer grinned, his metal fingers tightening on Kidpinoy’s hips. "With pleasure."

THWACK!

The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the plaza. Jackhammer didn't just thrust; he pistoned. His mechanical cock, lubricated by the hero’s involuntary fluids, hammered against the sensitive, virgin nerve cluster inside him. Every impact sent shockwaves of electric current directly into Kidpinoy’s brain, bypassing his pain tolerance and targeting his pleasure centers.

"G-Gah! St-stop!" Kidpinoy cried out, his legs kicking uselessly in the air. His famous armor abs, usually impenetrable, were being massaged and crushed from the inside. He could feel the metal ridges of the android’s cock scraping against his walls, a sensation that was both agonizing and humiliatingly stimulating.

"Stop?" Oboye gurgled, the alien’s tentacles slithering up to wrap around Kidpinoy’s neck, choking him just enough to keep him dizzy. "We’re just getting started. We’ve studied you for five years, Bien. We know your body better than you do."

"That’s right," Maal added, leaning down to bite hard into Kidpinoy’s exposed nipple. He twisted the sensitive flesh between his teeth until the hero screamed. "Your strength comes from your purity. Your Chi is fueled by twenty-five years of untouched semen. If you release it... if you spill your seed for anyone other than your beloved... you become nothing."

"Let’s test that theory," Jackhammer growled. He increased the speed of his thrusts, the hydraulic servos in his hips whining with the effort. He was drilling the hero, literally pounding the sense out of him. "Your abs aren't so hard when I'm smashing them from the inside, are they? I can feel your prostate swelling. It’s like a little ripe fruit, just waiting to be popped."

Kidpinoy thrashed, his mind swimming in a fog of pain and unwanted pleasure. "I... I won't... give in..."

"You already have," Trump chuckled. He snapped his fingers, and a henchman brought forward a syringe filled with a glowing, neon-blue liquid. "A special aphrodisiac. Derived from your own blood samples we stole. It keeps you hard. It keeps you sensitive. And it keeps you from passing out."

Before Kidpinoy could protest, Trump jammed the needle into his thigh. Instantly, a fire ignited in his veins. His cock, which had been limp with shock, snapped to attention, throbbing with a painful, aching hardness.

"There he is," Oboye laughed. The alien released Kidpinoy’s arm only to wrap three of his tentacles around the hero’s leaking cock. They began to milk him, twisting and stroking with a slippery, rhythmic cruelty. "Look at this perfect Filipino specimen. So virile. So potent."

"Please... don't touch me there..." Kidpinoy begged, his face burning with shame. He could see the camera drones hovering, broadcasting his humiliation to the entire nation, to Rose.

"Why not?" Jackhammer taunted, driving his hips forward with a wet, slapping sound that splashed fluids onto the concrete. "You think Rose wants a hero who can't even control his own body? She’s going to see exactly how much of a slut you are for us."

"I'm going to drink his cum," Maal announced, his demonic eyes fixated on the hero’s straining erection. "I want to taste the power of a hero."

"No...!" Kidpinoy wailed.

But the combined assault was too much. The mechanical pounding, the tentacle massage, the biting, the drugs. His resolve, forged in the fires of a thousand battles, began to crumble.

"I can feel it," Jackhammer announced to the crowd. "He’s close. His balls are tightening. The virgin is about to break."

"I'm going to make you cum, Bien," Oboye whispered into his other ear, a tentacle slithering inside his ear canal, injecting more neuro-toxins. "And when you do, we're going to eat you. Every last piece."

With a final, brutal thrust that lifted Kidpinoy’s knees off the ground, the pressure snapped.

"CUUUMMMIIINGGG!" Kidpinoy screamed, his back arching violently.

His release was explosive. Thick, creamy, pearlescent semen erupted from him, spraying high into the air. Unlike normal ejaculate, this substance seemed to glow with a faint golden light—the last of his sacred Chi leaving his body.

"Oh, wow," Trump gasped, stepping closer to inspect the output. "Look at that volume. It’s like a ripe mango puree. So thick. So potent."

"It tastes like power," Maal groaned, catching a rope of the substance on his tongue. He immediately latched onto Kidpinoy’s cock, sucking greedily, his throat bobbing as he swallowed the hero’s essence. "So sweet. The taste of a broken god."

While Maal devoured his cock, Jackhammer continued his relentless assault. Kidpinoy’s body, now drained of his protective Chi, became hypersensitive. His muscles, once iron-hard, began to soften and bruise.

"Look at his abs," Jackhammer sneered, grabbing Kidpinoy’s face with one hand and squeezing his cheeks. "They're fluttering. They're trembling. They're not armor anymore. They're just soft, vulnerable meat."

"I... I feel... weak..." Kidpinoy slurred, his eyes rolling back. The trauma to his prostate was overwhelming. He was being forced to cum again, the drugs ensuring he stayed on the edge.

"Don't you dare pass out," Trump slapped him across the face. "We aren't done milking you. We need to fill the bottles."

Jackhammer pulled out slightly, only to slam back in with enough force to make Kidpinoy’s stomach bulge visibly. "Look at that. I can see my cock moving inside his belly. I'm rearranging his guts, you little Filipino milk bull."

They laughed, a chorus of demonic, mechanical, and human cruelty.

"You thought you were a hero?" Oboye hissed, a tentacle forcing its way past Kidpinoy’s lips, gagging him. "You were just a walking battery of sperm, waiting to be drained."

"Rose..." Kidpinoy thought, a single tear cutting through the grime on his face. I'm sorry. He tried to move, tried to summon a spark of his old power, but his limbs were like lead. His fists, the weapons that had pulverized entire gangs, hung limp. With a sudden, sickening crunch, Maal stomped down on his right hand, crushing his knuckles one by one.

"Stop moving!" Maal roared. "Take it like a good bitch!"

"I'm going to cum again," Jackhammer announced, his voice rising in pitch. "I'm going to fill his ass with machine oil and semen."

"Do it," Trump commanded, holding up a vial. "We need to capture this sample. This is liquid gold. We’ll sell it to the highest bidder. The 'Essence of Kidpinoy.' A cure for weakness. A drug for the gods."

The mechanical pistoning reached a fever pitch. Squish. Slap. Thud. Squish.

"Ahhh... cumming!" Jackhammer locked his hips against Kidpinoy’s buttocks, his mechanical cock throbbing violently as he pumped his load deep into the hero’s violated body.

Kidpinoy’s eyes went wide. The sensation of the hot, synthetic fluid flooding his insides triggered another orgasm. His cock, still being sucked by Maal, spurted again, though the fluid was now watery, pale—almost empty.

"It’s losing its color," Maal observed, wiping his mouth. "He’s running dry. But there’s still some meat left."

"Good," Trump said. "Then we eat."

The atmosphere shifted from sexual torture to cannibalistic frenzy.

"His eyes," Oboye said, drooling. "I want to taste his sight."

"No... please..." Kidpinoy whimpered.

Oboye didn't hesitate. A tentacle wrapped around Kidpinoy’s head, holding it steady, while another sharp appendage pried open his eyelids. With a wet pop, Oboye plucked out Kidpinoy’s right eye. The hero screamed, a sound of pure, animalistic terror.

"Delicious," Oboye moaned, chewing the eyeball with a sickening squelch. "It tastes like fear."

"His tongue," Maal demanded. "He used to talk so much trash when he beat us. I want it."

Jackhammer, still embedded deep inside the hero, grabbed Kidpinoy’s jaw and forced it open. A demonic claw reached in, grabbed the trembling tongue, and ripped it out at the root. Blood gushed, filling Kidpinoy’s mouth, choking him.

"Eat it," Jackhammer ordered Maal. Maal took the severed tongue and swallowed it whole. "Now he can’t speak. He can only moan."

The villains began to tear into him with renewed vigor. They weren't just killing him; they were dismantling a legend.

"Look at these teeth," Trump said, prying Kidpinoy’s mouth open with a gloved hand. "Perfectly straight. Strong. Let’s make a necklace." He used pliers to rip out a front tooth. Kidpinoy jerked violently, his body spasming around Jackhammer’s cock.

"Ooh, he likes that," Jackhammer laughed. "His ass just clenched me tight. He’s squeezing my cock with his guts."

One by one, they pulled out his teeth, stringing them onto a chain. Trump wore it proudly, the bloody pearls resting against his white suit.

"His famous abs," Oboye said. "I want to carve them out."

The alien produced a serrated blade. He began to saw at the skin of Kidpinoy’s abdomen, not deep enough to kill, but enough to peel back the layers. He scooped out a chunk of the hero’s rectus abdominis muscle and popped it into his mouth. "Firm. Chewy. The flesh of a warrior."

"His arms," Maal roared. "They broke my ribs once. I want them gone."

They grabbed Kidpinoy’s left arm. Despite his fading consciousness, he tried to pull away. Jackhammer thrust up hard, distracting him with a jolt of pain to his prostate. In that moment of paralysis, Maal bit down on the shoulder joint, tearing through skin and sinew. Oboye grabbed the wrist and twisted. With a sickening tear of ligaments and the crunch of bone, the arm was ripped from its socket. They tossed the limb aside like trash.

Kidpinoy gurgled, blood bubbling from his lips. He was dying. His body, once a temple of invincibility, was now a butchered carcass.

"One last thing," Trump said, his face contorted in a mask of perverse triumph. "We need to break his spirit completely. We need to show the world that his love was a lie."

He pointed to the screen where Rose was still watching, sobbing hysterically.

"Bien," Rose’s voice came through the audio feed, broken and desperate. "I'm here... I love you... hold on!"

Kidpinoy’s remaining eye snapped open. He tried to focus on the screen, to send her a message of love, of goodbye.

"Rose..." he thought.

"He’s thinking about her," Jackhammer said. "I can feel him tightening up. He’s trying to hold on to his purity even now."

"Not for long," Trump sneered. "Jackhammer, finish it. Pump him dry until there’s nothing left but a husk."

Jackhammer began a final, devastating series of thrusts. He wasn't just fucking him now; he was pulverizing his internal organs. With every slam, Kidpinoy vomited a mixture of blood and the semen that had been pooling in his stomach. The villains laughed and stomped on his chest, crushing his ribs, caving in the famous abs until his torso was a flat, broken mess.

"Cum for us, hero!" Oboye screamed, his tentacles wrapping around Kidpinoy’s neck and squeezing tight, cutting off his air. "Cum one last time for the people!"

Kidpinoy’s body convulsed. His mind, overloaded by pain, drugs, and violation, finally shattered. He saw Rose’s face, then it twisted into the leering faces of the villains. He couldn't distinguish love from hate, pleasure from pain.

With a silent scream, his body expelled the last of his essence. A pathetic, dry spurt, clear and thin.

"He’s empty," Maal said, disappointed. "The battery is dead."

"Then we don't need the packaging," Jackhammer said.

He pulled out his cock, now slick with blood and fluids. But instead of letting Kidpinoy fall, he lifted the broken hero’s limp body high into the air. Kidpinoy hung there, a ragdoll with one arm, missing eyes, a bloody mouth, and a ravaged lower body.

"The hero of the Philippines is dead," Trump announced to the cameras, his voice booming across the city. "Bien Regalado is no more. He died a pathetic, virgin whore."

"Let’s present the trophy," Oboye hissed.

They dragged Kidpinoy’s mutilated remains to the center of the plaza. Maal, the demon lord, sank his teeth into the back of Kidpinoy’s neck, the nape where a hero’s honor lies. He ripped the head away from the spinal column, holding it high.

"Look upon your savior!" Maal bellowed at the weeping city.

Jackhammer, in a final act of depravity, grabbed the hero’s severed, flaccid cock and balls. He chewed on them, grinding the soft, virile meat between his metal teeth, swallowing the source of Kidpinoy’s power.

They strung up what was left of the body—torso, legs, and headless—on the ruins of the central monument. There he hung, in the rain, stripped of his mask, stripped of his dignity, stripped of his life.

The rain washed away the blood, but it could never wash away the image of the fallen hero, a warning to all who would dare to stand against the darkness.

Trump looked at the hanging meat and smiled, lighting a fresh cigar. "Now... let's go see about that fiancée. I hear she tastes just as sweet."