"I have to get out of here. Fast."
That was Longguang's first thought upon waking from his stupor, the sickening sensation of tentacles no longer inside him.
The Karmic Fiend’s methods of torment were far beyond anything he had ever imagined. He could have gritted his teeth and endured any physical pain for the sake of justice, but in the Fiend's clutches, all that awaited him was pure, malicious sexual violation.
Even now, he could still feel a phantom squirming inside him, just as it had been when the real thing entered his anus, pushed through his intestines and stomach, then burst from his mouth and…
He shook his head violently, trying to dislodge the memory. A mere fragment was enough to make his muscles tremble and drench him in a cold sweat. He did not know how much more of this torture his will—his very mind—could withstand.
Fortunately, the Karmic Fiend seemed to have lost interest in him for the time being. Aside from irregular deliveries of food, there was no other interaction. Still, he threw up everything he ate, and sleep had become its own form of torment. The moment he closed his eyes, nightmares so vivid they felt real would jolt him awake with a scream caught in his throat.
But to regain his strength, he forced himself to stomach the food with an iron will and rested as much as he could. His fellow heroes would surely attempt a rescue, and he could not afford to be a liability. Even if no one came, he had to maintain his peak physical condition to seize any opportunity that might arise. As his power returned bit by bit, he managed to suppress the psychological trauma of the violation. At least he no longer felt something churning inside him whenever his mind wandered.
However, four days later, just as his body surged with renewed power and he felt ready to make a move, the Karmic Fiend dragged him from his cell once more.
He was led into a room reminiscent of a dance studio. It was spacious and dazzlingly bright, with a light gray floor and three walls entirely covered in mirrors. The only furniture was a long iron table, starkly out of place in the pristine environment. A single box sat on its surface. Unless the Karmic Fiend was hiding inside it, there wasn't an enemy in sight.
This was completely different from what he had expected.
"The so-called strongest of heroes…"
The voice emanated from a small screen set into the single unmirrored wall, next to a one-way mirror and the door to the control room.
"...in light of your commendable performance these past few days, we've decided to offer you a little reward."
Hearing the nature of this "reward," Longguang's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Shut your mouth!"
The crystal on his chest flared, releasing two dragons of pure light. They coiled around him, letting out silent roars at the control room.
"Then how about we add a captive to that reward? Let’s play a little game. If you can masturbate to orgasm five times in two hours, using a method of my choosing, I will release one of the muscle heroes. For someone as gifted as you are at anal orgasms, I imagine this will be far easier than trying to hold back, wouldn't you agree?"
Release someone?
Longguang froze. Freeing the captured heroes had been his entire reason for negotiating with the Karmic Fiend in the first place. But he knew, deep down, that things were different now. He was in no position to make demands. The Fiend had to have some other scheme in mind. He continued to glare in silence, letting the dragons of light convey his defiance.
"Not accepting the challenge? A pity. But no matter. If you don't enjoy doing it yourself, I'm sure you'll be satisfied with our pet's services. You've seemed to miss your time with it these last few days."
Before the Fiend could finish, water began gushing from the four corners of the room, flooding toward Longguang. The sight of light dancing on the water's surface instantly struck a nerve, and he was suddenly back in the flooded cave.
"No… don't… wait!"
"Have you had a change of heart?"
His entire body trembling, Longguang tore his gaze from the now-still water and addressed the control room.
"You'll really let someone go?"
"So that's what you were worried about? And here I thought the great 'strongest muscle hero' was ready to abandon his comrades! Rest assured, captives are for negotiation, and in our eyes, your little 'solo performance' holds just that much value. Let's make it interesting. If you complete the challenge, you can choose who to release. How does that sound?"
The Fiend's words were an arrow, striking the very heart of Longguang's pain. During the torment of the tentacle violation, his mind had already shattered. He had wanted to scream, to beg the Fiend for mercy, willing even to abandon his comrades if it meant an end to the inhuman physical agony.
Pushing down the shame and guilt, he forced himself to look at the problem with a clear head.
On one side of the scales in his mind lay his dignity as a hero. On the other, the names of his captured comrades, many of them skilled veterans whose rescue would be a significant reinforcement to their forces.
Suddenly, one name surfaced in his thoughts far more often than any other: his own. Longguang. After all, wasn't he a captive, too?
No! I'm not just a hero; I'm their commander. How could I abandon them? But wait... the offer is too good. There has to be a catch. Still, if I could actually pull it off…
He closed his eyes, shutting out the glint of water in the corner so it wouldn't cloud his judgment. He listened to his heart, willing the scales to tip in the "right" direction. Though his mind was a battlefield, the internal struggle lasted for only the space of two breaths.
He opened his eyes. "Remember your promise."
With that, he dismissed the light dragons and walked slowly toward the table in the center of the room. A two-hour countdown clock flashed onto the screen—the Fiend's reply.
His decision to accept the challenge wasn't purely born of his terror of the tentacle violation—though that was ninety percent of it. The last ten percent was the cool, calculating logic of a hero.
Besides, the Fiend’s final words hadn't been a question; he had no real choice. The consequences of refusing out of pride were all too clear, and he couldn't guarantee he would survive another session... No. He was certain he wouldn't. On the other hand, if he succeeded, even if the Fiend reneged on the deal, he would at least preserve his strength and wait for another opportunity to escape.
He was not only heralded as the strongest of the muscle heroes but was also a symbol of justice, a protector of the people. This was his very purpose. To back down now would be to admit defeat without a fight. Besides, he had already endured the mockery of the Fiend's minions when they had crowded around to watch him struggle through the previous orgasm-denial challenge. If they wanted to laugh at the sight of him ejaculating again, then let them. In return, he would not abandon this challenge. He could not.
The light that had dimmed in the powerful man's eyes blazed anew.
Opening the box, he found it was fully stocked: lubricant, nipple clamps, an e-stim unit, a fleshlight, a urethral sound... It contained a pile of sex toys, some he recognized and others he did not. But the most eye-catching item was a large jar filled with a translucent pink liquid. He didn't need a label to recognize it instantly—the Karmic Fiend's aphrodisiac.
However, for all the box's varied contents, two of the most common sex toys, items that even he knew of, were conspicuously absent: a vibrator and a dildo.
He scoffed inwardly. The Fiend’s intentions were insultingly obvious. But he told himself it didn't matter. In any case, he had no intention of touching anything in the box besides the lubricant.
There was no time or energy to waste. He deactivated his purple combat suit, and his powerful, muscular physique was instantly exposed to the air. Light played across his full, firm pectorals, his chiseled six-pack, and the powerful muscles of his glutes and thighs, reflecting with a dazzling sheen. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed his muscular form reflected in the surrounding mirrors. The images overlapped and extended into infinity, creating the illusion that the vast space was filled with an army of his clones.
He intended to get this over with quickly, but as for what to do next, he was almost completely clueless.
Though he had fathered a child, his role as a commander and the "strongest" among heroes meant the credo—"a muscle hero must avoid expending energy through sexual activity"—was burned so deeply into his mind that it had become instinct. Consequently, his knowledge of sex, and especially of how to please his own body, was severely limited.
"Right, lubrication first."
At least he knew that much. He poured some lubricant onto his left hand and reached for his anus. But knowing he should lubricate was one thing; knowing how was another. Though his mind commanded him to relax, his anus—brutally ravaged by the Fiend time and again—seemed to have a will of its own, clenching tight at the slightest touch of something foreign. Most of the lubricant ended up smeared across his buttocks, the rest dripping onto the floor.
"Just open up a little. Relax. It's okay..."
Focusing on the state of his muscles, he realized the position was awkward and squatted down to try again. The new position was much better. His anus, an iron wall just moments before, now yielded a small opening, allowing his index finger to slip inside to the first knuckle.
His body swayed suddenly, and not just because the squat was difficult to balance in, nor only from the memory of being raped by his son and violated by the tentacles. It was also because of the image he saw in the surrounding mirrors: a muscular man fumbling with his own asshole.
And somehow, impossibly, the man's cock was already half-hard.
His head swam.
He gave up and lay flat on his back, closing his eyes to focus on his "mission."
"Yes, this is a mission," he told himself. "A mission I have to complete to save my men."
Schlick. Squish. Schlick…
In the darkness behind his eyelids, the rhythmic, wet sounds of his fingers working into his anus were infinitely amplified. As his fingers pushed deeper, the flesh inside gradually ceased its resistance, even beginning to grip and cling to him, as if welcoming his touch and begging him not to leave…
He snapped his eyes open, panting, and glanced at the screen. To his shock, he saw he had already spent over ten minutes just stretching himself open. His anus could now take two fingers; he decided that was enough preparation. After applying more lubricant, he braced one hand on the table and used the other to spread his ass cheeks. Then, from the crystal on his chest, a "light dragon" three fingers thick shot out, taking the place of his fingers and plunging into his ass.
This was the very "reward" the Fiend had proposed: to stimulate his own prostate with a "light dragon" until he came.
His "light dragon" was an incredibly powerful weapon. Not only did it possess immense destructive power, but it could also move and change shape freely within a certain range. Beyond combat, it could even retract its sharp edges to perform delicate tasks in place of his own hands.
Thanks to the lubrication and the fact that he had made the "light dragon's" surface perfectly smooth, it slid into his anus with ease, living up to its other name, the "Flowing Dragon Blade." It headed straight for a soft spot within, guided by the "experience" of his previous violation.
A shiver wracked his body, born not only of pleasure but of a fear and disgust ten times stronger. He forced his eyes to the mirror, reminding himself of what was happening.
In the glass, a masculine man with a powerful, muscular build leaned against the table, his body bent forward and his ass held high. A translucent, pulsing strip of light connected the crystal on his chest to the cleft between his buttocks. That muscular man was him. The thing inside him was his "light dragon." It was safe, he told himself.
To think he was using the very power meant to uphold justice for this...
Calm down! This is for your comrades!
He shook his head hard. Once he had adapted to the foreign presence inside him, he closed his eyes and let the "light dragon" continue its work. The rising tide of physical pleasure soon drowned out the guilt. He freed his right hand to wrap around his fully erect cock, stroking in time with the "light dragon's" movements.
He felt the shaft in his hand grow hotter, his testicles beginning to contract.
No!
A voice screamed from the depths of his mind. His hand and the "light dragon" stopped reflexively.
But he only paused for an instant before resuming the motion, his iron will whipping him onward to complete his duty. As if in answer to his resolve, a spray of white fluid shot from the wide slit of his urethra.
The moment he came, he clamped down hard on the base of his penis. An intense, aching pressure bloomed between his lower abdomen and scrotum, almost forcing him to let go, but he held on through sheer force of will. Finally, he allowed himself a weak smile as he looked down at the small amount of fluid on his hand.
Ejaculating five times in two hours was already an incredibly difficult task for a man of forty. Even if he were twenty years younger, he couldn't guarantee he could complete the challenge. Moreover, ejaculating drained a muscle hero of fifty to eighty percent of their current power. Although as one of the most powerful muscle heroes, his power reserve was a top-spec eighty thousand P, if he wasn't careful, he would be too weak to even maintain the 'light dragon' needed for masturbation after just two or three orgasms, and could even collapse from exhaustion. And that wasn't even factoring in the energy consumed during the process itself.
But it wasn't impossible for him. No, he would do it. Because he was the strongest muscle hero!
"First orgasm," he announced to the control room, his voice deep.
Seeing no objection from the Fiend, he immediately resumed controlling the "light dragon," its piston-like thrusts matched by his busy right hand. He was off to a good start; including the preparation, he had finished the first round in under twenty minutes. But he had no time to rest. He knew it would only get harder from here.
But in the end, he would succeed.
He had to.
.
.
.
"Uuuungh... Haaaah, ah, unh... ooooh..."
Deep moans echoed through the empty room, as if several muscular men were wracked with intense pleasure. And indeed, the mirrors reflected countless images of a muscular man, his hips bucking powerfully as he sought stimulation.
Longguang was bent over, supporting himself on his right elbow to brace against the 'light dragon's' impacts. The 'light dragon' plunging in and out of his anus was now as thick as an arm. With each withdrawal, it nearly pulled free before ramming deep inside again, striking the hardened nub of his prostate with unerring accuracy. Its movements became a blur of light. Under the 'light dragon's' relentless, powerful thrusts, the iron table had been pushed several meters from its original position.
Longguang's eyes were half-lidded, his brow furrowing and relaxing in turn. A deep crimson flush covered his entire muscular form. Saliva and beads of sweat as large as peas traced rivers down the contours of his muscles, dripping into the pool at his feet, already streaked with white.
A pair of metal, clover-shaped clamps pinched his massive pecs, the heavy chain connecting them swinging constantly, tugging at his swollen, reddened nipples. Beneath the table, he gripped a fleshlight, stroking his penis. The foaming mouth of the toy slapped obscenely against his scrotum with each thrust.
"Aaaah! Ooooh! Haaaaaaaah!"
The 'light dragon' pressed against his prostate and spun furiously. Under the intense stimulation, the slick walls of his hole clenched around it convulsively, weeping streams of fluid. Longguang's whole body convulsed. He threw his head back with a roar and then collapsed against the table, slumping to his knees. The 'light dragon' flickered and vanished, revealing a slack, gaping anus. The fleshlight fell to the floor, spilling a copious amount of semen that instantly turned the pool on the floor completely white.
"As expected of the mighty hero. To cum anally three times in a row in such a short time, each climax more spectacular than the last. Your asshole truly has a gift for this. But while there is still time, do you have the energy to continue your performance?"
Longguang barely heard the Fiend's mockery. His mind was a blank, lost in the aftershocks of his orgasm. The massive drain on his power, both physical and psychological, only deepened the void.
His body was in open revolt. His cock couldn't come again; it refused to.
The instinct etched into his very being sounded an alarm: Do not ejaculate again.
"How... much... time..." The words were a ragged rasp, far beyond mere hoarseness.
"Let's call it twenty minutes."
Longguang let out a long, shuddering sigh.
The first orgasm had taken only about five minutes; the second, over twenty. For the third, he had resorted to using every toy in the box and, with a hero's unique brand of brutality, had made the 'light dragon' even bigger, slamming it into himself relentlessly. Even then, he had only just barely managed to come.
It wasn't that he felt no pleasure. With each climax, his body had grown more sensitive. Now, his glans was fiery hot even without being touched, and contact felt like an electric shock. The entrance to his anus was a maddening mix of numb and itchy, while the inside was hot and slick, each thrust of the 'light dragon' sending waves of desire through him.
But it still wasn't enough to overcome his ever-increasing threshold for orgasm.
Three times had been this difficult, and he still had to go twice more... The physical weakness and mental exhaustion layered on top of each other, crushing him with a sense of futility.
Is this it? Do I have to give up?
Suddenly, he remembered the mission where he had failed, just five minutes short of saving all his captured comrades.
No. His hand twitched, then clenched into a fist.
He could not fail again. Forcing strength into his knees, he staggered to his feet.
He refused to let his own weakness cause him to fail again when victory was so close.
He was a hero. And what was a hero, if not another name for a miracle?
Even when facing the impossible, a hero charges forward until that miracle is made real.
Taking a deep breath, he rallied his power. The 'light dragon' flew out once more and drilled into his anus, grinding against his prostate. His intestines contracted reflexively, sucking greedily at the 'light dragon'. A dizzying torrent of sensations—soreness, pressure, numbness, pain, itching, pleasure—too many to count, flooded him all at once. He felt as if everything below his waist had melted into a boneless puddle.
"Uuuungh... Hnng, ah, aaaah!... Uuungh!"
His insides burned, his strength and muscle seeming to transform into pure pleasure and pain. But even under such intense stimulation, his cock remained limp, leaking only a bit of slick fluid. He had to dismiss the 'light dragon' again.
It's no good... I'm running out of time...
He needed more pleasure.
His mind, clouded and sluggish, struggled to function. Brute force wasn't enough. He had to come up with a new "move," or...
His gaze drifted to the box. More specifically, to that inside it.
He knew exactly how much pleasure it could bring him. Compared to it, everything he had done to himself so far was nothing.
"Hero, are you sure you won't consider the aphrodisiac? Even if you use it, we will keep our promise."
As if reading his thoughts, the Fiend's voice whispered in his ear.
Longguang's gaze froze on the container, a veritable Pandora's Box.
Should I use it?
The question before him was not about right or wrong, but whether it would help him achieve his goal. Once he used the aphrodisiac, he would be completely unable to stop the resulting orgasm, which would cost him a massive amount of power. But he barely had the power to stop an orgasm now anyway. Besides, he only needed two more. Just two. He wouldn't have to worry about his power reserves after the next one. In other words, he just had to get through this one more time.
Just once more.
I can do it!
A faint static buzzed at the edge of his chaotic thoughts, but he paid it no mind, blinded by that single, dazzling conclusion.
Summoning a burst of strength from nowhere, he lunged for the box, grabbed the "potion," and tilted his head back. He poured half of it down his throat and the other half over his body. With both hands, he smeared the liquid all over himself, lavishing it on his cock and his ass.
"Aaaah... ah, ah, AAAAAAAAH... Haaaah, unh, ah...!"
Instantly, a familiar heat ignited not just within him, but across his skin. All his discomfort transformed into pleasure at an unbelievable speed, every cell steeped in bliss.
The most incredible property of the Fiend's aphrodisiac was its ability to convert pain into pleasure. His penis hardened at a visible rate, rearing up to press hard against his abs.
So good... feels so incredible... so good...
He gritted his teeth, fighting to cling to his sanity in the torrent of pleasure, to keep from becoming a slave to desire. His 'experience' told him he could maintain his self-awareness for about an hour—more than enough time to complete the challenge.
But that was predicated on his mental state being as strong as it had been then.
The moment he let the 'light dragon' enter his anus, the Fiend’s voice, a veritable devil’s whisper, echoed in his ears.
"You wanton hero. So desperate to cum. Let me give you some good news. Don't you think your light dragon shares so much in common with the tentacle that once pierced your body?"
Longguang's eyes flew open, his body rigid. He had struggled so hard to nearly forget the nightmare of the tentacle violation—but it was only nearly. The Fiend's words effortlessly unearthed the sealed memory, bringing to light the depraved thoughts he had fought to ignore.
He felt the 'light dragon' tremble.
No! Don't—
"It can be just as rough. It can move with the same flexibility, go so much deeper than it is now. You haven't forgotten how good that felt, have you? Breaking through the barrier, into your colon, your small intestine, your stomach, your throat... and then bursting from your mouth. Yes. Just like that."
As the Fiend spoke, the 'light dragon's' surface slowly roughened, its form growing thicker and longer, scraping against the intestinal walls as it pushed deeper. A feeling of overwhelming fullness quickly stretched his rectum.
So full... no, stop! Don't go any deeper!
But the 'light dragon' ignored his will. Instead, in an instant, it sprouted nodules of all sizes and, in the blink of an eye, breached the thin wall of muscle and entered his colon.
"Stop! Stop it! Get out! No! Not that way! No! NO! AAAAAH!"
His focus was helplessly drawn to the path the tentacle had once carved through him, terrified of being ravaged again. But the more he fought the thought, the more the 'light dragon' followed that very path. The deeper it pushed, the more vivid the nightmare became, and the more he feared it. In turn, the 'light dragon's' movements grew even more frenzied.
His power was out of control. A hero's power was a reflection of their subconscious; a moment's inattention and it could turn on its wielder. It was a phenomenon typically seen only in newly awakened heroes, novices with poor focus, or when a veteran hero’s concentration was broken.
Such a thing should have been impossible for a veteran hero like Longguang. But the shadow of the tentacle violation, the hour spent forcing himself toward pleasure, and the catalyst of the aphrodisiac had created a perfect storm, causing his power to spiral completely out of control.
And spiraling out of control right alongside his fear were pain and sexual pleasure.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Then make it spin. Make it vibrate. Oh, and can you make it hot?"
"Shut up! Don't say it! I'm begging you, please, don't—AAAAARGH—"
Tears streamed from his eyes, snot and saliva mixing as he screamed until a wave of nausea choked his words. He screamed until the 'light dragon' burst from his throat, the nightmare made real once more. He could feel it—the thing inside him was thicker, bigger than in the nightmare. It was spinning. Vibrating. It was as hot as he remembered his own son Guiguang's cock when he'd been raped—no, it was hotter!
This wasn't what he wanted.
But it was what his subconscious had conjured.
And so, it became what he wanted.
His organs, strained to their absolute limit, melted into a tidal wave of agony and desire under the relentless vibrations. As if to prove he was enjoying every moment of it, his penis was more engorged than ever before, the slit of his urethra flaring wide, weeping slick fluid and twitching uncontrollably.
"You want to cum quickly, don't you? Then let me teach you a few more tricks."
The crystal on his chest blazed with light as an endless stream of 'light dragons' shot forth, one by one bringing to life every suggestion the Fiend had made—and all the ones he hadn't.
In an instant, his own 'light dragons' bound his wrists and ankles behind his back. They forced his ass down onto his heels and pulled his legs wide apart, stretching the taut, glistening planes of his six-pack and throwing his erect cock into high relief.
Several 'light dragons' coiled around his full pecs, squeezing the massive muscles into impossibly hard globes of flesh. They ripped off the nipple clamps, vying with each other to bite and tear at his swollen nipples.
Two small, thorny 'light dragons' cinched around his scrotum before winding their way up his purplish-red shaft. They knotted themselves at the coronal ridge, forming a bizarre cock ring. Another, even tinier 'light dragon' forced its way into his meatus, squeezing out slick fluid as it filled his urethra and probed deeper.
His hips began to buck, thrusting his cock toward the sky again and again. His scrotum twitched in time with the spasms, but aside from the occasional bead of slick fluid, nothing more came from the slit of his cock.
It's inside! It's inside me! I'm being filled... So full... so tight... it can't get any bigger... It really can't...
Longguang felt as if his body was being stretched to the breaking point from the inside out, but under the aphrodisiac's influence, the agony was transformed into an unbearable ecstasy.
Pleasure... pain... so good... pain... so good...
His mind was crammed with contradictory sensations that ultimately resolved into a single, overwhelming need: to cum. But that very need was dammed up by the 'light dragon' blocking his urethra, the one placed there for the sole purpose of creating even more pleasure.
The more it hurt, the more intense the pleasure became. The more intense the pleasure, the closer he got to the brink of orgasm, which only intensified the pain, which in turn became more pleasure.
He needed more pleasure to cum, and so the 'light dragons' worked on him mercilessly. The pain increased, and the pleasure increased with it, bringing him ever closer to the edge, but it wasn't enough. He needed more pleasure. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, he needed more. In the end, the very idea of orgasm dissolved into a singular, desperate pursuit of pleasure itself.
Longguang was no longer the master of the 'light dragons'; he had become their sex toy.
He was the penetrator and the penetrated.
Pierced through from end to end by his own 'light dragon,' he was like an Ouroboros, a perfect, self-contained system.
Through a wall of pleasure so thick it felt solid, Longguang heard the Fiend's voice, as if from a great distance.
"Ah, yes. I suppose it's time to show you the captive heroes you can choose from, should you complete your mission."
With a soft click, the surrounding mirrors suddenly lit up, displaying different scenes. It took him a long moment, lost in the haze, to understand what he was seeing.
The mirrors surrounding the room had never been ordinary mirrors at all. They were all one-way glass. Behind them were 'people' he knew. And they were all looking right at him.
He couldn't actually see their expressions clearly through the backlight, but he felt as if he could.
Even with his brain unable to function properly, his hero's 'instinct' still managed to rebuke him.
You have fallen.
No... It's not what you think... Don't look at me like that... Please...
Longguang wanted to turn his head, to run, to wake from this nightmare, but the 'light dragons' held him fast, forcing him to face what was before him.
And among the many captured muscle heroes, his gaze lingered on two of them longer than any of the others.
One was Kaneshiro Masahito, a veteran hero with gray hair. As one of the most senior heroes, he was the perfect choice to lead in Longguang's absence. Though he had been missing for some time, his mind was strong and he possessed powerful self-healing abilities, more than capable of surviving the Fiend's torturous interrogations. But the physically powerful Kaneshiro of his memory now looked like a living skeleton, his pale, shrunken skin clinging tight to his bones. Ironically, he was the only one not looking at Longguang. His head was bowed, making it impossible to tell if he was alive or dead. Even if he was, he was nothing more than an empty, mindless shell.
The other was Liu Kaifeng, the hero whose abilities were best suited for infiltration, the optimal choice for any rescue mission. But here he was, and right in front of Longguang, he was using his grotesquely enlarged penis to continuously ejaculate what appeared to be the Fiend's eggs.
The ones Longguang wanted to save, the ones he could have fought alongside—they were all gone.
Who was left for him to protect?
What was he even fighting for anymore?
Suddenly, all the 'light dragons' vanished. His mouth, freed, fell open, but no sound came out. He remained frozen in the same position, his penis jutting rigidly upwards. For a split second, it seemed as if nothing had happened. And then, in the next instant—
His penis erupted.
A massive volume of yellow fluid burst violently from the single, tiny opening of his meatus, as if scrambling to get out.
The urine shot into the air, then fell, spattering against Longguang's body like a sudden downpour. The yellow rain traced paths over his six-pack and massive pecs, finally forming a foul-smelling lake beneath him. Longguang's eyes rolled back into his head, and his powerful muscles collapsed into the pool, only his cock, still firing blanks and twitching spastically, remained erect.
Longguang's consciousness floated up, as light as that rain, and before it began to fall, the post-orgasmic clarity of his squirting climax brought a single truth into sharp focus—
A righteous muscle hero was supposed to be a being who could vanquish evil and save the world.
But here, there was no justice, no muscle hero. Only a failure... and a muscle toy, endlessly climaxing and ejaculating.
He, who was supposed to be the strongest of all muscle heroes, had been played with and debauched by the enemy into this current state—a pathetic, defeated captive, unworthy of rescue, yet foolishly dreaming of a miraculous salvation.
Would another muscle hero perform the miracle of "rescuing him from this depraved nightmare?"
In every sense of the word, Longguang knew there would not be.
At the same time, the heroic light in his eyes, a light that had never been completely extinguished despite all the cruel torture, slowly faded away.
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In the control room, a smirk played on the Karmic Fiend's lips.
Muscle heroes were indeed powerful beings, not just physically but mentally. To make them submit completely, to corrupt them utterly, was exceedingly difficult.
Fortunately, they were also creatures of simple humanity. Their very identity as muscle heroes was a self-imposed prison, limiting their thoughts. They would always give their all for the sake of "justice."
Therefore, the best way to deal with them was to turn their "unbreakable will for justice" against their "lofty heroic pride."
Of all the superheroes the Karmic Fiend had defeated and captured, no matter how powerful or muscular, every last one had, with their own cocks, personally proven to the Fiend just how effective this method was.
The Fiend had no doubt that everything Longguang had experienced today would be seared into the depths of his mind, branded far deeper than the tentacle viol as a hero.
The Fiend savored the thought of what the world's strongest muscle hero's subconscious would now reflexively summon whenever he used his 'light dragon' ability in battle...
Or what he might do with it when he was all alone...
Gazing upon the sight of Longguang's utter, crushing defeat, the Karmic Fiend could not help but let out a loud, lewd laugh.