KidPinoy Dismantled #1

The sun, a merciless god over the Philippine archipelago, had finally begun to set, casting long, blood-red shadows across the cracked earth of the wasteland outside Manila. For ten years, this land had known peace, a fragile miracle maintained by one man. But today, the ground drank deeply of that peace, swallowing it in mud, sweat, and the vital fluids of its champion.

A guttural, wet cough wracked the taut, sun-kissed body of Kidpinoy. He was on all fours, or what was left of him. His famous compression tank top was nothing but black shreds clinging to a canvas of bruises and lacerations. His black compression shorts had been ripped away long ago, leaving only a loincloth of torn fabric that barely concealed the heavy, bruised weight of his cock and balls. His black eye mask was gone, revealing the stark, handsome features of Bien Regalado, a 25-year-old construction worker, now caked in filth, his lips split, one eye swollen shut.

Below him, the mud squelched with a sickening sound as the colossal boot of the Orc Lord, Bolg, stomped down once more, driving the air from Kidpinoy's lungs and grinding his face deeper into the mire.

BOLG: (A booming, gravelly voice, dripping with sadistic glee) "Look at him! Look at the 'Invincible One'! The 'Unyielding'! He grunts like a pig in the mud. Is this the hero you prayed to, mortals? This broken creature?"

Kidpinoy’s body trembled, not from fear, but from a profound, soul-deep exhaustion. His chi, the sacred energy that had made his body a fortress, was a flickering ember. The 8-hour battle against the endless horde of orcs, ghouls, and chimeras had stretched his godly stamina to its breaking point. But the true wound, the one that shattered his core, was not a blade or a spell. It was the memory of the violation.

Just an hour ago, amidst the chaos of battle, the earth had parted. A tentacle, black as oil and slick with viscous slime, had erupted from the ground. He had been mid-punch, his fist pulverizing the skull of an orc berserker, when it struck. It didn't target his chest or head. It went lower. It went for the one place no weapon had ever touched, the source of his masculine purity.

KIDINOY: (Voice a ragged whisper, a torrent of pain) "N-No..."

The memory played like a nightmare. The searing, unthinkable pain of violation. The tentacle piston-shafting him from behind, each thrust igniting a fire that was not of strength, but of forced, lewd pleasure. He had stood there, paralyzed, impaled, his cock instantly, shamefully hard as monsters clawed at him. He remembered the feeling of that final, violent thrust deep inside him, the one that milking his sacred prostate and forced his seed to erupt from him in a thick, milky torrent. It wasn't an orgasm of love; it was a violent theft. And with it, he felt the first crack in his invincibility.

ORBATH: (A sibilant, ancient voice, cutting through the air like a razor) "The prophecy was true, my Lord. His strength is a vessel, and his abstinence is the seal. Break the seal, and the divine power drains away with every spurt of his sacred seed. Each forced climax, each milking, weakens the bonds of his blessing."

The dark sorcerer, Orbath, floated closer, his gnarled staff pulsing with a malevolent purple light. His eyes, once milky with age, now glowed with the alien, sanity-shattering knowledge of Cthulhu. He looked down at Kidpinoy not as a warrior, but as a specimen.

KIDINOY: "You... you filth..." He spat a glob of blood and mud, aiming for Orbath's robes but only managing a pathetic dribble down his own chin.

BOLG: (Laughing, a sound like rocks grinding together) "Filth? We are honest about what we are, 'Bien Regalado'." The orc lord leaned down, his putrid breath washing over the hero's face. "We know everything. The poor boy from Tondo who found a miracle. The construction worker who saved a nation. And the virgin who is to be married. Rose, isn't it? A pretty thing. Pity she'll never know the touch of a real man, only the memory of one."

The taunt hit harder than any fist. Kidpinoy’s one good eye widened in horror. They knew. They knew about Rose. His reason for holding on, for wanting to survive this nightmare.

BOLG: "Oh, yes. We have plans for you before the wedding. A 'bachelor's party', you could say. You will give us one last gift before you are nothing."

Bolg straightened up and stomped down hard on Kidpinoy's lower back, right on his spine. There was a sickening crunch. Kidpinoy screamed, a raw, agonizing sound that echoed across the wasteland. His legs kicked involuntarily, his muscles spasming.

KIDINOY: "Aaaargh! I... I will... never... yield!"

Two other figures emerged from the crowd of jeering monsters. One was a hulking, slime-dripping ogre named Grond, the other a lithe, cruel-looking dark elf named Lirael. They moved with the predatory confidence of sharks that had scented blood.

GROND: (A voice like a mudslide) "He still thinks he has a choice."

LIRAEL: (Her voice a mocking melody) "Poor baby. He doesn't understand yet. His body isn't his anymore. It belongs to us. To be used, to be broken, to be enjoyed."

Lirael knelt, her slender, pale fingers reaching for the tattered loincloth. With a flick, she tore it away, exposing Kidpinoy's cock fully. It was semi-erect, a testament to the powerful aphrodisiacs that had been pumped into his system. It was a proud, thick Filipino cock, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out in stark relief. A single, thick drop of pre-cum glistened at the slit.

LIRAEL: "Look at this. The source of all that power. So proud. So... straight." She giggled, a cruel sound. "Let's see how much it can give us."

She leaned down and took the head into her mouth. Kidpinoy's body arched violently, a choked gasp escaping him. It wasn't pleasure he felt, but a fresh wave of violation, his traitorous nerves screaming with a pleasure he desperately fought.

KIDINOY: "No! Get... off...!"

BOLG: (Watching, his cock already hardening within his loincloth) "Struggle all you want, hero. Your body will betray you. It craves the release we give it. Every time you cum for us, you die a little more."

Grond moved behind Kidpinoy, his massive hands gripping the hero's powerful hips. With a grunt of effort, he lifted Kidpinoy's upper body off the ground, holding him in a humiliating, bent-over position, his face still inches from the mud. Lirael continued to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around the sensitive corona.

LIRAEL: (Pulling off with a wet pop, string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock) "Mmm, he's getting harder. His abstinent little body is so desperate. It's like a dam about to burst. Let's see how much cream this 'Filipino Milk Bull' can produce for us." She used the derogatory term Bolg had coined, and it made Kidpinoy flinch.

KIDINOY: (Panting, sweat and tears mingling on his face) "You... will pay... for this..."

GROND: "We've already paid. Paid in defeat after defeat for five years. Now, it's our turn to collect."

Grond spit a thick wad of saliva onto his own cock, already engorged and monstrous. He aimed it not at Kidpinoy's ass, but lower. He pressed the thick tip against the hero's perineum, right behind his balls. Kidpinoy's eyes went wide with a new kind of terror. He knew what was coming.

KIDINOY: "No... not there... please..."

BOLG: (A low, rumbling chuckle) "Please? Did you ever beg for the criminals you pulverized? Did you beg for the demons you sent back to the abyss? No. You showed them no mercy. And we will show you none."

Grond pushed. The sheer size of the ogre's cock was obscene. He wasn't trying to enter him, but to use his cock as a tool to crush and massage the organs from the outside. Kidpinoy screamed as the immense pressure built inside him. Grond began to thrust, his thick shaft pistoning against Kidpinoy's taint and balls, each thrust grinding his prostate against his own spine from the outside.

GROND: "Hah! His abs... they're supposed to be armor, but from the inside... he's soft. So soft and pliable."

With each thrust of Grond's cock against his external perineum, Kidpinoy felt a fresh wave of agony and forced pleasure. Lirael took his cock back into her mouth, this time deep-throating it with practiced ease. The dual assault was unbearable.

LIRAEL: (Her voice muffled by his cock) "He's going to cum again. I can feel it. His whole body is trembling."

BOLG: "Good. Drain him. I want to see that precious seed spill."

Kidpinoy fought it. He clenched his jaw, his fists, every muscle he could command. But the combination of the relentless assault on his senses, the drugs in his blood, and the physical violation was too much. His hips bucked involuntarily.

KIDINOY: "I... I can't... stop...!"

LIRAEL: "That's it, stupid sun boy! Give it to us!"

With a ragged, despairing cry, Kidpinoy's body seized. His cock erupted in Lirael's mouth, a second torrent of his thick, potent seed. It was so much, so forceful, that she had to pull back slightly to swallow, a thick white trickle leaking from the corner of her mouth. As he climaxed, Grond gave a final, mighty thrust against his taint, and Kidpinoy felt a horrifying sensation: his muscles, once like iron, seemed to soften, the divine light in his chi dimming even further.

He slumped in Grond's grip, utterly spent, his head lolling. But the ordeal was far from over. Bolg stepped forward, his massive cock now fully exposed, purple and angry-looking.

BOLG: "He's weak enough now. It's time for the final lesson."

He grabbed Kidpinoy's limp body from Grond and turned him around, slamming him onto his back on the hard ground. The hero's eyes fluttered, dazed. Bolg loomed over him, a mountain of dark muscle and hatred. He positioned himself, and with a guttural roar, impaled Kidpinoy.

It was not a gentle act. It was an act of conquest. Bolg's cock, thick and veined, distended Kidpinoy's abs from the inside, a grotesque bulge moving up his torso. Kidpinoy's back arched off the ground, a silent scream on his face as his stomach was forced to accommodate the intruder.

BOLG: (Leaning down, his face inches from Kidpinoy's) "How does it feel, hero? To be filled with something you don't want? To have your 'armor' broken from the inside?"

He began to thrust, a brutal, punishing rhythm. Each slam of his hips against Kidpinoy's bruised ass made the hero's body jolt. The force was so great it churned the contents of his stomach. With every thrust, a spurt of bile and gastric acid was forced up his throat, spilling from his lips.

BOLG: "See? You're nothing but a vessel. A hole for us to use. Your strength is gone. All that's left is this... body. And we will use it until it falls apart."

The other villains, who had been watching, began to move in. The dark elf and the ogre were joined by a grotesque, multi-limbed demon and a hulking gargoyle. They surrounded him, a circle of monsters ready to feast.

LIRAEL: "Don't leave him all to yourself, my Lord. We want to play too."

While Bolg continued to violate Kidpinoy's ass, the gargoyle moved to his head. It forced his mouth open with its stone claws and thrust its narrow, bird-like cock inside.

KIDINOY: (Choking, gurgling sounds) "Ghk... mmph..."

Simultaneously, the demon moved to his side, its tentacles wrapping around his cock and balls, squeezing and milking them with a rhythmic, unnatural pressure.

DEMON: (A chorus of whispers) "So much power... so much life... in these delicate sacs. Let us have it."

Kidpinoy's mind was fracturing. The pain was one thing, but the sheer, overwhelming humiliation was another. His body, his sacred, abstinent body, was being used as a communal fuck-hole. He was being assaulted from every conceivable angle, and his cock, betraying him, remained painfully hard, a slave to the drugs and the relentless stimulation.

BOLG: "He's still fighting it! Look at him! Even now, he won't beg! We'll see about that." He called out to Orbath. "Sorcerer! Show him what's coming for his bride!"

Orbath cackled and raised his staff. A projection shimmered into existence in the air above them. It showed a clear image of a beautiful young Filipina in a wedding dress, smiling, arranging flowers. Rose.

ORBATH: "She's so beautiful, isn't she, Bien? So full of hope. She thinks her hero is coming home. But we know the truth. We know you won't be there."

The image shifted. It showed Rose, alone in a room, looking worried. Then, it showed a door opening. Bolg's hulking form filled the doorway in the projection. Rose's face changed from worry to terror.

The mental image was the final blow. Kidpinoy's one good eye widened, and a tear, the first in a decade, traced a clean path through the grime on his cheek.

KIDINOY: "No... Rose... don't you... touch her..."

BOLG: (Thrusting harder, grinning with savage delight) "We will. And she will know that her hero was broken by us. That we filled him with our seed, that we made him cum until he was empty. That he was nothing but a fuck-toy for monsters. She will know her champion was a pathetic, defeated virgin."

The image of Rose's terrified face, combined with Bolg's words, shattered something deep inside him. His resistance, the last bastion of his will, crumbled. A broken sob escaped his lips.

KIDINOY: "P-Please... stop..."

Bolg stopped thrusting. He looked down at the broken hero, a triumphant, vile smile spreading across his face.

BOLG: "What was that? Speak up, hero. We couldn't hear you over the sound of you getting fucked."

KIDINOY: (Whispering, his voice shattered) "Please... don't... hurt her... I'll... do... anything..."

LIRAEL: (Clapping her hands in delight) "He broke! He finally broke!"

BOLG: "Good." He pulled out of Kidpinoy with a wet, sloppy sound. "Your submission is noted. But it changes nothing. It only makes this sweeter."

He grabbed Kidpinoy by his hair and yanked him to his knees. The hero was utterly pliant, his body moving where it was pulled, his mind a fog of pain, shame, and despair.

BOLG: "On your knees, Filipino filth. You will finish this like the bitch you are."

He shoved Kidpinoy's face into the crotch of the nearest orc grunt. The grunt, startled but eager, grabbed Kidpinoy's head and began to face-fuck him.

ORC GRUNT: "Yeah! Suck it, hero! Suck my cock like the good little slut you are!"

Kidpinoy didn't fight. He let it happen. His mouth was filled with the crude, hairy cock, the taste of sweat and dirt overwhelming. His jaw ached, his throat was raw. Tears streamed freely from his eyes now.

Bolg moved behind him again. But this time, he didn't aim for his ass. He grabbed Kidpinoy's plump, bruised balls.

BOLG: "Let's see how much life is left in these."

He began to squeeze. Kidpinoy's eyes shot open in a fresh wave of agony. He tried to scream, but the cock in his mouth muffled it into a desperate whimper.

BOLG: "A virgin's balls. Full of thirty years of pent-up, sacred energy. So thick. So heavy. We're going to squeeze every last drop out of you, Bien. We're going to make you an empty, dried-up husk."

He kneaded them, twisted them, pulled them. The pain was beyond anything Kidpinoy had ever imagined. He felt like his very soul was being wrung out through his testicles. The orc in his mouth thrust one last time and came, shooting a bitter load down his throat. Kidpinoy gagged, but his body, programmed by the drugs and the abuse, responded.

A thick spurt of his own cum shot from his painfully hard cock, splattering onto the mud in front of him. He had been milked without even being touched.

BOLG: "Ha! Look at that! He cums from pain alone! What a pathetic creature."

The gargoyle, impatient, grabbed Kidpinoy and flipped him onto his stomach. It knelt over him, its heavy stone body pinning him down. It then jammed its cock, which felt like a rough, jagged rock, straight into his already abused ass.

KIDINOY: "AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" His scream was high and piercing.

The gargoyle began to fuck him with a grinding, back-and-forth motion, tearing his insides.

Orbath approached Kidpinoy's head. He chanted a dark incantation, and a wisp of black, shadowy smoke emerged from his fingertips. It coiled in the air for a moment before diving into Kidpinoy's ear.

ORBATH: "Let us into your mind, hero. Let us see your final moments of consciousness."

Kidpinoy's vision swam. The world became a nightmare landscape of twisted faces and phantom hands. He heard Rose's voice screaming his name, then morphing into laughter as she was violated by the monsters. He saw himself, not as a hero, but as a laughingstock, a public spectacle of defeat, chained and used for the amusement of the populace. The dark magic was rewriting his memories, amplifying his shame, and destroying his sense of self.

His body, trapped between the gargoyle's grinding thrusts and the relentless, squeezing hands on his balls, convulsed again. Another orgasm was ripped from him. His cock, pressed against the cold, hard earth, pumped out another thick load of seed. His abs, once a 10-pack of divine armor, were bloated, distended from the inside by the gargoyle's cock and the orcs' semen they had pumped into his stomach.

BOLG: (Standing over him, looking down at the ruin of his greatest enemy) "Enough. He is almost empty. It is time for the final desecration."

The gargoyle pulled out. Two hulking orcs grabbed Kidpinoy under his arms and lifted him. His legs dragged, unable to support his weight. They brought him to a stone slab, a makeshift altar of their own making. They laid him on his back.

BOLG: "Bring the device."

Two smaller goblins dragged forward a horrific contraption. It looked like a blacksmith's vise, but with a long, sharp, spiraled needle at its center, designed to pierce and crush.

BOLG: "We will crush the vessel that held all that power. We will flatten his chest, shatter his ribs, and turn his heart to pulp."

They positioned the device over Kidpinoy's torso. His eyes, now both swollen and bloodied, widened in the last vestiges of conscious terror.

KIDINOY: (A barely audible whisper) "En... d..."

The vise began to close. The first pressure was immense, cracking his ribs. Kidpinoy's back arched, his mouth open in a silent scream. The needle descended, aiming for his heart.

BOLG: "This is for every orc you killed! For every demon you banished! For the five years you made us hide in the shadows!"

The needle pierced his skin, grinding against bone. The pain was absolute. His body convulsed violently, a final, desperate spasm. And then, with a wet, sickening crunch, his chest cavity collapsed.

Kidpinoy's body went limp. A final, shuddering breath rattled in his lungs, and then... silence.

The world swam back into focus, a blurry, echoing nightmare. Kidpinoy was no longer on the slab. He was suspended, his arms chained above his head to the crumbling walls of what was once a city gate on the outskirts of Manila. His body was a ruin. His chest was a concave depression, his ribs shattered. His head hung low, chin on his chest. Blood and other fluids dripped from him, forming a puddle below.

The villains had not killed him. They had broken him, but his divine spark, though faint, still clung to life. They wanted him to live, to witness his own end.

Bolg stood before a shimmering orb, a scrying spell that broadcasted his image to the entire Philippines.

BOLG: (His voice echoing with dark magic, speaking to the millions watching in horror) "People of the Philippines! Your hero has fallen! Look upon him! Kidpinoy! The Unbreakable! The Invincible! Bien Regalado, the virgin virgin from the slums!"

The camera, held by a scrying demon, zoomed in on Kidpinoy's ruined face.

BOLG: "He is broken! We have taken his power! We have taken his seed! We have taken his dignity! He is nothing now! A broken doll for us to play with! His light is extinguished! Your era of peace is over!"

Orbath floated beside Bolg, holding a different device. It was a milking pump, but its catheter was jagged and cruel. He approached Kidpinoy's unconscious form.

ORBATH: "One final act of mercy. We will ensure he is truly, completely empty."

He forced the cruel catheter into Kidpinoy's limp cock. The hero stirred, a low moan of pain escaping his lips as the spikes tore through his urethra. The sorcerer activated the machine. A high-pitched whine filled the air.

Kidpinoy's body arched against the chains. His eyes flew open, wide with a fresh, incomprehensible horror. He felt it. He felt his very essence, his life force, being siphoned from his testicles through the violation of his cock. It wasn't just his seed. It felt like his soul was being pulled out.

KIDINOY: "Hiiiiiisssss... Aaaaah...!"

He screamed, a sound that was more animal than human, as the machine drained him dry. It pulled and pulled, until he felt nothing left inside. He went limp again, his energy finally, utterly depleted. The light in his eyes faded.

Orbath deactivated the machine and pulled out the catheter. He held up the collection jar. It was filled with a thick, milky substance that shimmered with the last vestiges of golden light.

ORBATH: "The Chosen Hero's essence. With this, our victory is absolute."

Bolg took the jar and held it up to the sky like a trophy. Then, he uncorked it and poured the contents over his own head, letting the sacred fluid coat his face and hair in a grotesque baptism.

BOLG: "The light is dead! The darkness reigns!"

He turned back to the broken hero. He grabbed Kidpinoy's head and forced it up. He pulled out a set of crude pliers.

BOLG: "A trophy for the victors."

He grabbed a tooth, a canine, and with a sickening crack and Kidpinoy's muffled scream of agony, he ripped it out. He did this again, and again, pulling out a dozen teeth. He then strung them onto a leather thong, creating a macabre necklace. He held it up for the camera.

BOLG: "The teeth of the hero! A reminder of our triumph!"

The villains cheered. They swarmed the chained, broken body of Kidpinoy. They took turns punching his shattered chest, laughing as his body jolted with each impact. They used their claws to gouge out his other eye, the organ popping with a wet sound. One of them took a bite from his bicep, tearing away a strip of flesh and chewing it with relish.

GROND: "His meat is tough! But full of power!"

They shaved his head with a jagged rock, pulling his hair out in clumps. They shaved his armpits and his pubes, collecting the hair as tokens.

Finally, Bolg approached with two guards. They carried a heavy, cruel-looking smithing tool. Bolg took Kidpinoy's left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

BOLG: "The final mark of ownership."

He placed the nipple in the jaws of the tool and squeezed. There was a sickening crunch of tearing flesh. Kidpinoy's body convulsed, but he made no sound, having lost consciousness from the sheer agony. Bolg repeated the process on the other nipple, ripping them both from his chest.

He then took two thick chains and hooked them through the raw, bleeding wounds. The guards dragged Kidpinoy's body to the main city gates. They stretched his arms wide, chaining him to the stone walls, spreading him in a crucifixion pose for all to see.

His head hung low. His body was a map of ruin. The once-proud 10-pack abs were a bruised, concave ruin. His cock and balls were swollen and purple from relentless abuse. His eyes were empty sockets. His chest was a broken hollow. He was no longer a man, no longer a hero. He was a warning, a desecrated monument to the fall of light.

Bolg stood before his masterpiece, the broken form of Kidpinoy hanging from the gates of Manila. He turned to the scrying orb, his voice a triumphant roar that echoed across the barren wasteland.

BOLG: "Let this be a lesson to you all! There is no hero coming to save you! There is only us! The darkness has won! Your champion is gone, his light extinguished, his body a plaything for the victors! The age of fear has begun!"

The orcs, demons, and monsters raised their weapons to the darkening sky, their cheers a cacophony of despair. And in the silent, ruined heart of the hero, somewhere in the vast, cold emptiness, a single, defiant thought flickered like a dying ember.

Rose... I'm sorry...

It was a whisper in the void, a promise broken, a love lost. And then, there was only darkness.