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...