Enslavement of Kidpinoy #4
The chamber smelled of ozone, expensive cologne, and the cloying, musical scent of the high-grade aphrodisiacs pumping through the ventilation. Bien Regalado—once the legendary KidPinoy, the bastion of Philippine peace—lay in a shivering heap on the cold marble floor. His sun-kissed skin, usually a symbol of health and vitality, was now slick with sweat and the residue of a dozen forced climaxes. Trump Albright stood over him, tapping a gold-tipped cane against Bien’s tensed, corded thigh. Next to him, Atty Ferdie Topacio adjusted his glasses with a smirk, while Professor Oca stared with hungry, unblinking eyes at his former student. "Look at him," Trump drawled, his voice echoing in the vast arena. "The 'Invincible Hero.' The man who stopped coups and cartels with nothing but his fists. And all it took to bring him down was a little bit of... leverage." "And a very specific biological secret," Professor Oca added, leaning down to grip Bien’s chi...