Slaughtered Hero

 The rain fell in hard, relentless sheets over Metro Manila, washing away the grime of the day but doing little to cleanse the suffocating dread that hung over the city. On the elevated stage constructed in the middle of Rizal Park—a place where Kidpinoy had once been paraded as a savior—a different kind of history was being written. The spotlights cut through the gloom, illuminating a scene that shattered the morale of every citizen watching through trembling hands on their screens.

Bien Regalado, known to the world as Kidpinoy, the unyielding stoic hero, was on his knees. But not in prayer.

He was impaled.

The hero’s breath came in ragged, wet gasps. His usually invincible, sun-kissed skin was slick with rain, sweat, and the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His 5’5 frame, usually a fortress of taut sinew and iron-hard muscle, was trembling violently. The source of his agony was the massive, chrome-plated piston driving into him from behind—Jackhammer’s mechanically enhanced organ, throbbing with lethal size and vibration.

"Look at him," Trump Albright’s voice boomed over the speakers, amplified to echo off the skyscrapers. The billionaire stood at the edge of the stage, his pale, doughy face flushed with excitement, a cigar hanging loosely from his lips. "The mighty Kidpinoy. The 'Invincible.' Reduced to a raw, shivering piece of meat."

Jackhammer, the hulking android, leaned forward, his hydraulic joints hissing. He gripped Kidpinoy’s hips, his fingers digging into the hero’s famous 10-pack abs. With a cruel grin, he slammed his hips forward again, driving the massive intrusion deeper. The sound was a sickening squelch mixed with the grinding of metal.

"Ahhh!" Kidpinoy cried out, his voice breaking. His hands clawed uselessly at the wet concrete. His abs, usually armor-like, rippled grotesquely, fighting against the invasion from inside. The mechanical cock was crushing his prostate, sending electric shocks through his system that turned his vision white with pain.

"Does that hurt, little hero?" Jackhammer taunted, his voice synthesized and cold. "I’ve calibrated this specifically for you. 8000 RPM right against that virgin sweet spot. You feel your sacred prostate being destroyed? You feel your strength leaking out?"

On his sides, the demon Lord Maal and the alien conqueror Oboye held him stretched wide. Maal, a towering figure of shadows and horns, had a clawed hand gripping Kidpinoy’s right arm, twisting it at a painful angle. Oboye, a writhing mass of wet tentacles, had several appendages wrapped around the hero’s left leg and torso, squeezing the breath out of him.

"Look at those abs," Maal sneered, leaning down to drool acidic saliva onto Kidpinoy’s chest. "Everyone thought they were impenetrable. But from the inside? They’re just soft, tender meat, aren’t they? Squeezing around Jackhammer’s cock like a hungry whore."

Kidpinoy’s eyes widened in horror. He could feel it. The mechanical piston was battering him from within, crushing his organs, forcing gastric juices and saliva up his throat. He gagged, spitting out a string of saliva and bile.

"Swallow it," Trump commanded, stepping closer and backhanding the hero across the face. "Swallow your own shame, you brown-skinned laborer. You think you were a god? You were just a construction worker with a lucky charm between his legs. And now, we’re taking that charm."

Kidpinoy’s vision swam. The pain was unimaginable, but the humiliation was worse. He could see the cameras. He could see the millions watching. And in the front row, bound and gagged, was Rose. His Rose. Her eyes were wide with terror, tears streaming down her face as she watched her fiancé, the man who was supposed to be invincible, getting violated in the most brutal way imaginable.

"Rose..." Kidpinoy whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain.

"Oh, she’s watching, Bien," Trump grinned, using his real name to twist the knife. "She’s watching her hero get fucked in the ass by a machine. She’s watching you lose the very thing that made you special."

"I... I will... kill you..." Kidpinoy strained, trying to summon his Chi. He focused on his core, the reservoir of energy blessed by the ancient heroes, the power that had allowed him to tank bullets and punch through steel walls.

But there was nothing. Only a hollow, burning ache in his groin. Every time Jackhammer’s piston slammed against his prostate, the Chi flared and dissipated. It felt like he was being drained, like a plug had been pulled from his soul.

"Why are you so weak, Kidpinoy?" Jackhammer laughed, increasing the speed of his thrusts. The hero’s body was being lifted off the ground by the sheer force of the assault, only to be slammed back down onto the hydraulic cock. Thrust. Slam. Grind.

"Please... stop..." Kidpinoy gasped, tears mixing with the rain on his cheeks. The stoic mask had shattered. He was just a young man in agony.

"Stop?" Oboye hissed, a tentacle slithering up to wrap around Kidpinoy’s throat, squeezing just enough to cut off his air. "We have waited ten years. Ten years of you thwarting our plans, humiliating us, forcing us into the shadows. Do you know what we did in those shadows, human?"

"We planned this," Maal growled, his other hand grabbing Kidpinoy’s jaw, forcing him to look up. "We studied your biology. We analyzed your 'blessing.' And we found the flaw. The pathetic, hilarious flaw."

Trump grabbed a microphone and walked to the front of the stage, addressing the world. "The world needs to know the truth about their savior! Kidpinoy’s invincibility, his godly stamina, his impenetrable skin—it all comes from one source! His virginity! 25 years of abstinence! The Chi builds up, layer upon layer, creating a barrier of purity!"

He laughed, a cruel, barking sound. "But the moment he cums? The moment he releases that sacred seed into someone he doesn't love? The barrier breaks. The Chi leaks out. He becomes normal. He becomes mortal."

Kidpinoy’s blood ran cold. No. It can’t be. He tried to fight again, thrashing his legs, but Jackhammer’s grip was like steel.

"That’s right," Jackhammer sneered, leaning over the hero’s back, the heat of his mechanical body radiating. "We’re going to milk you dry, Kidpinoy. We’re going to squeeze every drop of that potent, virile cum out of your plump balls until you’re an empty husk."

"Grab his cock," Trump ordered. "Make him hard. Force him to betray his purity."

Oboye’s tentacles obeyed instantly. One slick, suctioning limb wrapped around Kidpinoy’s flaccid length, pumping it vigorously. Another tentacle slithered between his buttocks, adding to the violation, teasing the rim around the mechanical piston.

Kidpinoy bit his lip until it bled. "I... won't... I won't give you the satisfaction..." He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the biological response. But his body was betraying him. The intense stimulation on his prostate was forcing blood down, overriding his will. The aphrodisiacs Jackhammer was secreting through his piston were burning in his veins.

"Look at him fighting it," Maal chuckled, running a claw down the hero’s chest, scratching deep red lines into the skin that barely bled. "So stubborn. But your body knows what it wants, doesn't it? It wants to be used."

"His cock is getting harder," Oboye reported, its voice wet and gurgling. "The Filipino milk bull is ready to be squeezed."

"Good," Trump said, rubbing his hands together. "Jackhammer, hit that prostate harder. I want to see him squirt."

With a hydraulic roar, Jackhammer slammed his cock deep and held it, vibrating at maximum intensity. Kidpinoy arched his back, a scream tearing from his throat that echoed through the park. The pleasure was blinding, a sharp, electric spike that shattered his resolve.

"No! No!" he cried, but his hips bucked involuntarily.

"Cum for us, hero!" Jackhammer roared.

A thick, white stream erupted from Kidpinoy’s cock. It wasn't normal ejaculate; it was impossibly thick, almost gelatinous, glowing with a faint golden light—his purified Chi.

"Look at that volume!" Trump marveled as Oboye caught the stream in a beaker. "It’s like jelly! That’s pure power! Drink it, Oboye!"

The alien chugged the glowing fluid, his body shuddering. "Incredible... I can feel his strength flowing into me. I feel... invincible!"

Kidpinoy slumped, his eyes rolling back. With each spurt, he felt a part of his soul leaving him. The hard, armor-like tension in his muscles began to soften. The golden glow of his skin faded, replaced by a pale, bruised gray.

"He’s wilting," Maal laughed. "Look at his abs! They’re becoming soft dough!"

"More," Trump demanded. "Don’t stop. Suck him dry."

Oboye’s tentacle tightened around Kidpinoy’s cock, suctioning aggressively. Jackhammer resumed his pistoning, grating the hero’s prostate back and forth. Kidpinoy tried to scream, but a tentacle shoved into his mouth, muffling him. He gagged, choking on the slime, his throat bulging.

"That’s it," Jackhammer grunted, sweat and oil dripping from his metallic frame. "Your ass is squeezing me so tight now, Bien. You’re loving this, aren’t you? Being a hole for a machine?"

Kidpinoy shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face. I can’t hold on. I’m losing it. The power... it’s leaving...

"He’s going to cum again," Oboye hissed. "His balls are so full. They’re heavy with his wasted life force."

"Catch it all," Trump commanded. "We need every drop. I’m going to bottle this and sell it to the highest bidder. 'The Essence of Kidpinoy.' A cure for erectile dysfunction and a steroid all in one. I’ll be richer than God."

"I... I hate you..." Kidpinoy whispered, his voice weak and broken as he was forced into his second orgasm. This time, the stream was smaller, but the light was brighter. He convulsed, his legs kicking weakly. The pain in his prostate was replaced by a numb, hollow ache.

"That’s two," Maal counted. "How many times can a 'god' cum before he turns into a rag doll?"

"Let’s find out," Jackhammer grinned. He grabbed Kidpinoy’s waist and lifted him entirely off the ground, impaling him on the massive mechanical shaft. He began to slam the hero down with brutal force, the weight of Kidpinoy’s body driving him deeper.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

With each impact, Kidpinoy’s mind fractured further. The public watched in horror as their hero was turned into a fucktoy. His face, usually hidden behind his mask but now fully exposed, was a mask of agonized ecstasy and despair.

"Look at his face," Trump mocked, grabbing Kidpinoy’s chin and forcing him to look at the camera. "Look at the slutty look in his eyes. Tell the people, Bien. Tell them who owns you now."

Kidpinoy’s lips trembled. "I... I..."

"Say it!" Trump slapped him.

"You own me!" Kidpinoy sobbed, the words breaking him. "I’m... I’m just a slut... for your cocks... I’m weak... I’m nothing..."

"And who are you?" Maal demanded, grinding his hips against Kidpinoy’s side, dry humping him.

"I'm... a Filipino milk bull..." Kidpinoy choked out, repeating the slur they had forced into his brain. "Please... stop... I can't... my balls... they hurt..."

"Your balls belong to us," Oboye said. A tentacle slithered down and began to knead his scrotum, pulling it roughly. "So plump. So full of potential wasted on a hero. We’re going to drain you until you’re dry, then we’re going to eat you."

"Eat me?" Kidpinoy’s eyes snapped open in genuine terror.

"Oh, yes," Trump smiled, stepping back and signaling to the others. "The monsters are hungry, Bien. They didn't just come for your sperm. They want your flesh. Your muscles. Your bones. They want to consume the legend."

Jackhammer laughed, his mechanical thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own climax. "I’m going to fill you up, hero. And then they’re going to eat you out of me."

"No, please! Rose!" Kidpinoy screamed, looking at his fiancée, who was weeping uncontrollably. "I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!"

"Watch him, Rose!" Trump yelled at her. "Watch your hero turn into a buffet!"

Jackhammer roared, a mechanical bellow, and slammed deep, locking his hips against Kidpinoy’s ass. The hero felt a scalding, oil-like fluid erupting inside him, mixing with his own fluids. The android had finished, but the violation was far from over.

As Jackhammer pulled out with a wet, sloppy sound, Kidpinoy collapsed onto the wet stage, his body twitching. His once iron-hard abs were soft and bruised, covered in handprints and bite marks. His cock was red and swollen, dripping the last of his potent cum onto the concrete.

But the demons and alien did not rest.

"My turn," Maal growled. He moved behind the prone hero. He didn't use his hands. He summoned a shadowy spike from the ground—a tentacle of darkness.

"Wait," Oboye interrupted. "I want to taste his mouth. And his mind."

Before Kidpinoy could react, Oboye’s tentacles invaded him. One shoved deep into his throat, gagging him. Another forced its way into his left nostril, burrowing deep. A third went into his right ear. The alien was releasing a potent neuro-toxin, a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac that bypassed his blood and went straight to his brain.

Kidpinoy’s eyes dilated. The world melted into a swirl of colors and pain. He felt himself floating, yet he felt every touch amplified by a thousand.

"Look at his mind," Oboye narrated for the crowd. "It’s beautiful chaos. He’s remembering his childhood. His poverty. The day he gained his powers. And now... he’s seeing us ruling the world. He’s seeing himself as our slave. It’s done. His mind is broken."

While Kidpinoy was lost in the hallucination, Maal positioned himself. The demon lord didn't care for preparation. With a guttural roar, he thrust his own massive, barbed organ into Kidpinoy’s already abused hole.

"AHHHHH!" Kidpinoy screamed, the sound muffled by the tentacle in his throat. The barbs scraped his insides, tearing flesh. Blood mixed with the fluids leaking from him.

"Filthy animal," Maal spat, grabbing Kidpinoy’s softening abs and squeezing hard, digging his fingers in. "Your insides are a mess. I’m going to rip you open."

"Make him cum again," Trump ordered, lighting a fresh cigar and puffing on it. "I want to see his stomach bloat with our combined fluids."

"I’m close," Maal grunted. "His ass is shredding my cock. It’s like a meat grinder."

"Do it! Fill him!"

Maal hammered into him, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing loudly. Kidpinoy’s body, drugged and mind-fucked, responded helplessly. His cock throbbed, spraying a pathetic, watery stream of clear fluid. He had nothing left to give, yet his body convulsed in a dry orgasm.

"He’s empty!" Maal laughed. "He’s spraying air! But I’m still going to fill him!"

With a final, deep thrust, Maal unleashed a torrent of demonic seed. It was hot and thick, filling the hero’s rectum to the brim. The sheer volume forced Kidpinoy’s stomach to distend visibly. His soft abs pushed out, looking pregnant with the demon’s load.

"Look at that belly!" Oboye cheered. "He looks like a filled pig!"

"Now," Trump said, signaling the cameras to zoom in. "The feast."

Kidpinoy lay on the wet stage, unable to move, his stomach bloated with semen, his mind a shattered kaleidoscope of pain and forced pleasure. He watched through a haze as Maal, Oboye, and Jackhammer loomed over him.

Maal leaned down, his horns scraping Kidpinoy’s forehead. "You fought bravely, hero. But you were always just food for the strong."

Then, the demon opened his jaws, revealing rows of jagged teeth. He lunged for Kidpinoy’s face.

There was a sickening crunch.

Kidpinoy’s body arched in a silent scream. Maal had bitten off his left eye.

"Tasty," Maal chewed, blood dripping from his lips. "The eye of a hero. It tastes of fear and duty."

"Don't leave me out," Oboye said. A tentacle tipped with a beak sliced through Kidpinoy’s eyelid and scooped out the right eye. The alien swallowed it whole. "Aperitif. Now for the tongue. He’s been talking too much."

Oboye’s beak clamped down on Kidpinoy’s protruding tongue and ripped it out with a wet tear. Kidpinoy gurgled, thrashing as blood filled his mouth, pouring out over his chin.

"He can’t talk now," Trump sneered. "But he can still listen. And feel."

"His teeth," Jackhammer said. "I want a souvenir."

The android, his hydraulic hand transforming into a plier tool, grabbed Kidpinoy’s jaw. The hero tried to resist, biting down, but his jaw was pried open. Jackhammer ripped out a molar.

"One," the android counted. He ripped out another. "Two."

He continued, pulling them out one by one, ignoring Kidpinoy’s muffled, agonized squeals. He gathered the bloody teeth. "I’ll make a necklace. A reminder of the day we broke the unbreakable."

"His limbs," Maal demanded. "Tear them."

Oboye’s tentacles wrapped around Kidpinoy’s right arm. Maal grabbed the left. Jackhammer pinned the legs.

"Pull," Trump commanded.

With a chorus of tearing sounds and a final, high-pitched shriek from the hero, his limbs were ripped from their sockets. Tendons snapped, bones crunched. Blood fountained onto the stage, washing away the rain.

Kidpinoy was now just a torso and a head, a broken stump of a man. His famous 10-pack abs were torn open in places, revealing the shredded muscle beneath. He was dying, his life force leaking away with the blood pooling beneath him.

"He’s still alive," Maal noted, disappointed. "His stubborn vitality clings on."

"Then finish it," Trump said, looking at the camera with a cold smile. "Show the world what happens to heroes who stand in the way of true power."

Maal moved to the headless neck of the hero. He bit down on the back of the neck, crushing the spine. Then, with a savage tear, he ripped the head free from the torso. He held it up, the bloody face of Bien Regalado frozen in an eternal rictus of pain.

"Behold!" Maal roared. "The end of Kidpinoy!"

But the cruelty wasn't over. Oboye slithered down to the severed groin area of the torso. The alien opened its maw, lined with spiraling teeth, and swallowed the hero’s cock and balls whole.

"Ooh," Oboye moaned, vibrating with pleasure. "The flavor... it’s exploding in my mouth. The concentrated essence of twenty-five years of abstinence. It’s better than I imagined. So much power... so much wasted seed."

"Break his heart," Trump ordered Jackhammer.

The android raised a hydraulic fist and brought it down on the exposed chest of the torso, shattering the ribcage and crushing the heart into pulp.

The cameras zoomed in for the final shot.

"Cut the feed to Rose," Trump whispered to an aide.

On the monitor in front of the sobbing woman, she saw the final moments in high definition. She saw the monster Oboye chewing on her fiancé’s manhood. She saw Maal wearing a necklace of bloody teeth. She saw the hero’s head mounted on a spike next to his dismembered, hollowed-out torso.

"Let her go," Trump said. "She’s seen the new world order."

The villains stood over the remains of the Hero of Light, the rain washing the blood into the drains of Manila. The city was silent, weeping. The reign of Kidpinoy was over. The reign of terror had just begun.

Trump picked up a piece of Kidpinoy’s torn muscle from the floor and popped it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

"Not bad," he said. "Not bad at all. Now... who wants seconds?"