Hero·Black - The Warden's Degradation (ENG)

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Deep within the dungeons of the Vallains' base, silence never reigned, not even at midnight.

The spacious hall echoed with the piercing clatter of chains, the filthy air thick with the gag-inducing stench of sweat, semen, and overpowering male hormones. Black, the warden hero of the "Phantom Squad," knelt at the center of the hall, his hands hoisted by heavy chains dangling from the ceiling, subjected to a barrage of mocking, lustful, and impatient stares from all directions.

Black wore the same custom full-body latex suit as the low-tier fighters—a testament to his gifted, robust physique. The glossy black material clung to every bulging muscle, yet it was marred by copious streaks of still-wet semen. The sticky white mess gleamed nauseatingly under the light, exuding a sharp, rancid odor—the shameful scars of countless prior humiliations.

Though his attire matched the grunts', Black's headgear screamed his "identity"—red brainwashing goggles and ultrasonic earpieces still active, relentlessly bombarding the warden hero's mind with sinister waves. It felt like countless needles stabbed into his skull every second, forcing his teeth to clench tight as veins bulged on his forehead. Cold sweat poured like rain, his eyes bloodshot from the agony.

Vision, hearing, and smell all blocked, the wretched warden hero remained clueless about the outside world, even after being dragged from the lab to the hall.

"Well, well, long time no see, hero Black."

A low-tier fighter with an exaggerated build approached slowly, his blood-red eyes glinting with sadistic glee, locked onto the kneeling warden like he was sizing up a toy about to be torn apart. His low, raspy voice grated like a dull saw—harsh yet tinged with sleaze and cruelty.

"I almost got played to death by you once… though I bet you've long forgotten that, huh?"

"…Tch, forgot this bastard can't hear."

Realizing Black had just been hauled out of Mimir's lab, the fighter snorted coldly, crouching down and yanking off Black's latex hood with a brutal tug, goggles and earpieces included.

"Splat—rip!"

"…!"

The high-powered brainwashing waves cut off abruptly, a foul, chilly breeze hitting his face. Black's body jolted. The warden hero blinked dazedly for a few seconds, then, fighting the lingering headache, took a deep breath and raised his head, brows furrowed.

When he saw the towering low-tier fighter and the mob of Vallains members behind him, Black's pupils shrank for a split second before returning to normal. Remarkably, he even mustered the same composed, confident expression he wore daily—like he was still in charge at his underground workshop.

"Fuck, you still dare look at me like that? You think you're still in your hero base's interrogation room, huh?"

Black's calm demeanor pissed the fighter off. With a sneer, he narrowed his eyes and swung his latex-clad right hand, delivering a vicious slap across Black's face.

"Crack!"

The forceful slap rang out sharply, jerking the warden hero's head to the side. A red, stinging mark bloomed instantly across his bronze skin. Though Black's expression tightened, his piercing gaze still dripped with contempt, fueling the fighter's rage even more.

"You're in for it tonight, you filthy hero dog. Pissing me off won't end well for you."

Standing up, the fighter lifted a grime-caked heavy boot and stomped down on the warden hero's crotch without hesitation.

"…Thud!"

"…Guh!"

The hard sole smashed into the bulging package wrapped in black latex, the sheer force making Black's body shudder violently. A stifled groan escaped his throat. His thick legs twitched instinctively, wanting to clamp shut, but he seemed to know it was futile and endured it raw.

The boot's rough tread scraped across the latex surface, emitting a grating "screech". Sensitivity-enhancing drugs injected into his system kicked in fast, amplifying the burning friction and crushing pressure severalfold. Pleasure and pain surged through Black's lower body in a brutal rush.

"…Guh… ngh… ugh…"

The warden hero's rugged, faintly wicked face began to twist. Brows knitted, eyes twitched, beads of sweat slid from his forehead down his cheeks, dripping onto the stinking latex suit and mingling with the nauseating semen stains.

"Haha, so the mighty 'Lord Black' can whimper too! Come on, moan prettier for me!"

The fighter's laughter grew wilder as he pressed harder, grinding back and forth on the resilient bulge.

Black's breathing quickened, his broad chest heaving violently, his powerful muscles straining as if they'd burst. The chains rattled as he pulled against them. Raising his head, he shot a glare laced with fury and menace at his tormentor.

The fighter, haunted by past trauma, flinched momentarily, easing off his thigh unconsciously. But the next second, he snapped back, grinning viciously as he grabbed Black's chin, forcing his face up.

"What's that, warden? Still wanna interrogate me? Tonight, I'll make you taste what it's like to be the one questioned!"

"…Screech… thud… gurgle…"

The sound of the boot rubbing latex grew more frequent, the fighter's movements rougher, as if he wouldn't rest until Black's dignity was crushed. Though the massive cock inside the suit warped under the stomping, its heightened sensitivity stirred a reaction under the humiliating torment.

The thick shaft swelled slowly, stretching the latex into a blatant outline, making the semen stains even more conspicuous. The fighter flashed a lecherous grin, his blood-red eyes glinting with perverse excitement.

"Fuck, getting hard just from being stomped! You born to be abused or what?"

"…Fuck…!"

A growl of rage, helplessness, and pain rumbled from Black's throat. His sharp, bronze face flushed red, the muscles beneath his stubble twitching uncontrollably.

No matter how strong his will, it couldn't overpower his drug-ravaged body's instincts. Under the boot's relentless grinding, his massive cock swelled bigger, straining the not-so-thin latex into a bold, masculine bulge. Veins pulsed faintly beneath the taut surface, threatening to burst through the shameful restraint.

The drying semen stretched wider, the murky slime oozing a sharper stench with each rub, driving the fighter wild like a beast scenting blood, his eyes blazing with sick thrill.

"Not bad for the famed 'Lord Black,' huh…"

Crouching again, the fighter gripped Black's cock through the latex, fingers clamping tight as if to crush the rigid beast. Black's eyes widened, nostrils flaring, pupils dilating slightly from pain, veins bulging on his forehead like they'd explode. Yet, despite the excruciating grip, the warden hero didn't let out a single sound.

"…Heh, everyone knows you heroes don't flinch at pain. But—"

"Rip—!"

With a savage yank, the fighter tore open the latex at Black's crotch. The thick, scorching cock sprang free, jutting skyward with raw dominance. Its slick shaft throbbed with veins, the swollen purple tip dripping clear precum from the slit, glistening lewdly in the dim light.

Black clenched his teeth, shutting his eyes in humiliation.

His drug-enhanced, hypersensitive body defied his will, though to onlookers, it just looked like his slutty nature got him hard from the stomping.

"Haha, look at this horny dick—almost thicker than my modded one!"

The squinting fighter mocked as he stood, lifting his stiff boot and teasingly tapping the exposed giant with the toe. Black's body flinched instinctively, his bound hands clenching into fists, rattling the chains.

"…Get… lost…!"

The fighter, mid-enjoyment, ignored the threat and stomped down hard on the rigid cock. The instant surge of amplified pain and pleasure ripped a hoarse roar from Black, his body jerking back helplessly under the inescapable boot.

"…Guh! …Ah! …Ngh-ah! …Stop… stop it, ah!…"

The rough tread ground over the shaft, mercilessly crushing the sensitive head, each stomp heavy enough to flatten the thick beast. Black's broad chest heaved wildly, sweat pouring like rain, his unconscious struggles constrained by his bound pose—the harder he thrashed, the fiercer the next stomp, the pain and pleasure growing unbearable.

"Already moaning like a slut, huh, warden? Don't worry, making you cum's just the appetizer."

"…Ngh-ah! …Guh… Argh! …Ah!…"

The fighter pressed the boot tip against the cock's base, slowly grinding upward along the shaft. Black's Adam's apple bobbed sickly, his pained groans laced with defiance and shame spilling from his throat, drowned by the lewd laughter of the surrounding Vallains.

"Hurry up, quit screwing around. At this rate, we won't all get a turn tonight."

"…Tch, got it."

Grumbling voices rose from behind. The fighter frowned, snorted, and ramped up the force and speed. The cock, already stamped with boot marks and swollen reddish-purple, sent waves of irresistible pain and pleasure crashing into Black's brain. His breathing turned ragged, sweat drenched him, and even silence became impossible.

"…Ngh-uh! …Ah! …Ngh-ah! …Hiss… Ngh-uh!…"

"Scream! Louder! Show the boys how fuckin' pathetic you are!"

The sneering fighter fixated on Black's reactions, his blood-red eyes brimming with sadistic glee. The hard heel even pressed the swollen head against Black's abs, stomping down ruthlessly.

Finally, the muscles inside Black's thighs spasmed, his latex-clad balls trembling and tightening. Eyes bloodshot, mouth gaping, veins popping on his thick neck, his protruding Adam's apple quivered before a furious, desperate howl tore free.

"…Fuck… Guh… Ngh-waaaahhhh!—"

"…Splurt! …Splurt! …Splurt!"

The tortured cock twitched violently, thick spurts of white erupting with a pungent stench, some splattering the fighter's boot, the rest coating Black's latex-clad abs and the filthy floor. The chains yanked at his burly arms, clanking with mournful metallic cries.

"If the boys weren't rushing me, I'd stomp you off a few more times—till that dick can't even get hard."

The fighter lowered his gaze to his "masterpiece," his blood-red eyes still lewd, now tinged with cruelty and menace. Lifting his semen-smeared boot, he stomped the half-hard cock twice more, eliciting sticky "squelch" sounds.

"But no worries, the boys have plenty of stamina to fuck you till you beg for mercy. Who's next? Step up."

Deep within the dungeons of the Vallains' base, silence never reigned, not even at midnight.

The spacious hall echoed with the piercing clatter of chains, the filthy air thick with the gag-inducing stench of sweat, semen, and overpowering male hormones. Black, the warden hero of the "Phantom Squad," knelt at the center of the hall, his hands hoisted by heavy chains dangling from the ceiling, subjected to a barrage of mocking, lustful, and impatient stares from all directions.

Black wore the same custom full-body latex suit as the low-tier fighters—a testament to his gifted, robust physique. The glossy black material clung to every bulging muscle, yet it was marred by copious streaks of still-wet semen. The sticky white mess gleamed nauseatingly under the light, exuding a sharp, rancid odor—the shameful scars of countless prior humiliations.

Though his attire matched the grunts', Black's headgear screamed his "identity"—red brainwashing goggles and ultrasonic earpieces still active, relentlessly bombarding the warden hero's mind with sinister waves. It felt like countless needles stabbed into his skull every second, forcing his teeth to clench tight as veins bulged on his forehead. Cold sweat poured like rain, his eyes bloodshot from the agony.

Vision, hearing, and smell all blocked, the wretched warden hero remained clueless about the outside world, even after being dragged from the lab to the hall.

"Well, well, long time no see, hero Black."

A low-tier fighter with an exaggerated build approached slowly, his blood-red eyes glinting with sadistic glee, locked onto the kneeling warden like he was sizing up a toy about to be torn apart. His low, raspy voice grated like a dull saw—harsh yet tinged with sleaze and cruelty.

"I almost got played to death by you once… though I bet you've long forgotten that, huh?"

"…Tch, forgot this bastard can't hear."

Realizing Black had just been hauled out of Mimir's lab, the fighter snorted coldly, crouching down and yanking off Black's latex hood with a brutal tug, goggles and earpieces included.

"Splat—rip!"

"…!"

The high-powered brainwashing waves cut off abruptly, a foul, chilly breeze hitting his face. Black's body jolted. The warden hero blinked dazedly for a few seconds, then, fighting the lingering headache, took a deep breath and raised his head, brows furrowed.

When he saw the towering low-tier fighter and the mob of Vallains members behind him, Black's pupils shrank for a split second before returning to normal. Remarkably, he even mustered the same composed, confident expression he wore daily—like he was still in charge at his underground workshop.

"Fuck, you still dare look at me like that? You think you're still in your hero base's interrogation room, huh?"

Black's calm demeanor pissed the fighter off. With a sneer, he narrowed his eyes and swung his latex-clad right hand, delivering a vicious slap across Black's face.

"Crack!"

The forceful slap rang out sharply, jerking the warden hero's head to the side. A red, stinging mark bloomed instantly across his bronze skin. Though Black's expression tightened, his piercing gaze still dripped with contempt, fueling the fighter's rage even more.

"You're in for it tonight, you filthy hero dog. Pissing me off won't end well for you."

Standing up, the fighter lifted a grime-caked heavy boot and stomped down on the warden hero's crotch without hesitation.

"…Thud!"

"…Guh!"

The hard sole smashed into the bulging package wrapped in black latex, the sheer force making Black's body shudder violently. A stifled groan escaped his throat. His thick legs twitched instinctively, wanting to clamp shut, but he seemed to know it was futile and endured it raw.

The boot's rough tread scraped across the latex surface, emitting a grating "screech". Sensitivity-enhancing drugs injected into his system kicked in fast, amplifying the burning friction and crushing pressure severalfold. Pleasure and pain surged through Black's lower body in a brutal rush.

"…Guh… ngh… ugh…"

The warden hero's rugged, faintly wicked face began to twist. Brows knitted, eyes twitched, beads of sweat slid from his forehead down his cheeks, dripping onto the stinking latex suit and mingling with the nauseating semen stains.

"Haha, so the mighty 'Lord Black' can whimper too! Come on, moan prettier for me!"

The fighter's laughter grew wilder as he pressed harder, grinding back and forth on the resilient bulge.

Black's breathing quickened, his broad chest heaving violently, his powerful muscles straining as if they'd burst. The chains rattled as he pulled against them. Raising his head, he shot a glare laced with fury and menace at his tormentor.

The fighter, haunted by past trauma, flinched momentarily, easing off his thigh unconsciously. But the next second, he snapped back, grinning viciously as he grabbed Black's chin, forcing his face up.

"What's that, warden? Still wanna interrogate me? Tonight, I'll make you taste what it's like to be the one questioned!"

"…Screech… thud… gurgle…"

The sound of the boot rubbing latex grew more frequent, the fighter's movements rougher, as if he wouldn't rest until Black's dignity was crushed. Though the massive cock inside the suit warped under the stomping, its heightened sensitivity stirred a reaction under the humiliating torment.

The thick shaft swelled slowly, stretching the latex into a blatant outline, making the semen stains even more conspicuous. The fighter flashed a lecherous grin, his blood-red eyes glinting with perverse excitement.

"Fuck, getting hard just from being stomped! You born to be abused or what?"

"…Fuck…!"

A growl of rage, helplessness, and pain rumbled from Black's throat. His sharp, bronze face flushed red, the muscles beneath his stubble twitching uncontrollably.

No matter how strong his will, it couldn't overpower his drug-ravaged body's instincts. Under the boot's relentless grinding, his massive cock swelled bigger, straining the not-so-thin latex into a bold, masculine bulge. Veins pulsed faintly beneath the taut surface, threatening to burst through the shameful restraint.

The drying semen stretched wider, the murky slime oozing a sharper stench with each rub, driving the fighter wild like a beast scenting blood, his eyes blazing with sick thrill.

"Not bad for the famed 'Lord Black,' huh…"

Crouching again, the fighter gripped Black's cock through the latex, fingers clamping tight as if to crush the rigid beast. Black's eyes widened, nostrils flaring, pupils dilating slightly from pain, veins bulging on his forehead like they'd explode. Yet, despite the excruciating grip, the warden hero didn't let out a single sound.

"…Heh, everyone knows you heroes don't flinch at pain. But—"

"Rip—!"

With a savage yank, the fighter tore open the latex at Black's crotch. The thick, scorching cock sprang free, jutting skyward with raw dominance. Its slick shaft throbbed with veins, the swollen purple tip dripping clear precum from the slit, glistening lewdly in the dim light.

Black clenched his teeth, shutting his eyes in humiliation.

His drug-enhanced, hypersensitive body defied his will, though to onlookers, it just looked like his slutty nature got him hard from the stomping.

"Haha, look at this horny dick—almost thicker than my modded one!"

The squinting fighter mocked as he stood, lifting his stiff boot and teasingly tapping the exposed giant with the toe. Black's body flinched instinctively, his bound hands clenching into fists, rattling the chains.

"…Get… lost…!"

The fighter, mid-enjoyment, ignored the threat and stomped down hard on the rigid cock. The instant surge of amplified pain and pleasure ripped a hoarse roar from Black, his body jerking back helplessly under the inescapable boot.

"…Guh! …Ah! …Ngh-ah! …Stop… stop it, ah!…"

The rough tread ground over the shaft, mercilessly crushing the sensitive head, each stomp heavy enough to flatten the thick beast. Black's broad chest heaved wildly, sweat pouring like rain, his unconscious struggles constrained by his bound pose—the harder he thrashed, the fiercer the next stomp, the pain and pleasure growing unbearable.

"Already moaning like a slut, huh, warden? Don't worry, making you cum's just the appetizer."

"…Ngh-ah! …Guh… Argh! …Ah!…"

The fighter pressed the boot tip against the cock's base, slowly grinding upward along the shaft. Black's Adam's apple bobbed sickly, his pained groans laced with defiance and shame spilling from his throat, drowned by the lewd laughter of the surrounding Vallains.

"Hurry up, quit screwing around. At this rate, we won't all get a turn tonight."

"…Tch, got it."

Grumbling voices rose from behind. The fighter frowned, snorted, and ramped up the force and speed. The cock, already stamped with boot marks and swollen reddish-purple, sent waves of irresistible pain and pleasure crashing into Black's brain. His breathing turned ragged, sweat drenched him, and even silence became impossible.

"…Ngh-uh! …Ah! …Ngh-ah! …Hiss… Ngh-uh!…"

"Scream! Louder! Show the boys how fuckin' pathetic you are!"

The sneering fighter fixated on Black's reactions, his blood-red eyes brimming with sadistic glee. The hard heel even pressed the swollen head against Black's abs, stomping down ruthlessly.

Finally, the muscles inside Black's thighs spasmed, his latex-clad balls trembling and tightening. Eyes bloodshot, mouth gaping, veins popping on his thick neck, his protruding Adam's apple quivered before a furious, desperate howl tore free.

"…Fuck… Guh… Ngh-waaaahhhh!—"

"…Splurt! …Splurt! …Splurt!"

The tortured cock twitched violently, thick spurts of white erupting with a pungent stench, some splattering the fighter's boot, the rest coating Black's latex-clad abs and the filthy floor. The chains yanked at his burly arms, clanking with mournful metallic cries.

"If the boys weren't rushing me, I'd stomp you off a few more times—till that dick can't even get hard."

The fighter lowered his gaze to his "masterpiece," his blood-red eyes still lewd, now tinged with cruelty and menace. Lifting his semen-smeared boot, he stomped the half-hard cock twice more, eliciting sticky "squelch" sounds.

"But no worries, the boys have plenty of stamina to fuck you till you beg for mercy. Who's next? Step up."

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