Hero·Yellow：Humiliation Stream

English Version:（Translate by Grok）

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The familiar warship command room, with its familiar furnishings and operating interface. But unlike before, Yellow, standing behind the main control screen, is now tightly bound by ropes as a captive.

His sturdy arms are restrained behind his back, making the contours of his pecs and waistline, outlined by the tight suit and ropes, even more sensual. The humiliated and anguished expression of the hero captain is broadcast through the camera to every Vallains member’s terminal, while “No. 153” Vallain behind him enthusiastically pitches today’s new merchandise to the audience.

“All you Vallains out there, today I’m bringing you a blockbuster treat! Authentic warship command chip key and ID card replicas, limited edition! Buy now and cash in big!”

Though No. 153’s tone is fervent and rousing, he doesn’t forget to keep an eye on the flood of comments flashing across the screen, eagerly engaging with them.

“What? Can’t see the display samples? Tsk tsk tsk, look right here—they’re hanging off Lord Yellow’s perky big tits!”

The camera quickly zooms in on No. 153’s raised hand. Two heavy metal tags dangle from Yellow’s nipple rings: one a replica of the warship command chip key, the other an ID card replica. Though poorly crafted, as the tags sway, reflecting the cold light of the command screens, they make the hero captain’s thick pecs twitch uncontrollably, lending even their shoddy quality an enticing allure.

Yellow grits his teeth, his cheeks flushed with shame, sweat beading on his forehead. Due to sensitivity-enhancing drugs, even standing still, waves of pleasure assault his brain from his chest, and the slightest movement sends electric shocks of sensation through him.

No. 153, heedless of Yellow’s plight, pinches the chip key between his index and middle fingers, teasingly tugging it lightly. The hero captain’s shoulders jolt, letting out a series of mortifying, irrepressible low groans.

“…Ngh… urgh…!”

Seemingly pleased with the reaction, the emboldened No. 153 winks at the dark camera lens and begins shamelessly groping Yellow’s thick pecs. His latex-gloved fingers roughly knead the springy muscle, savoring the firm, full texture while driving the Vallains members watching on their terminals into a frenzy.

The “experienced” No. 153 keeps his hands busy while rubbing his uncontainable erection against Yellow’s taut ass through his standard-issue bodysuit, grinding slowly and lewdly.

“I know what you all want to see, don’t worry.”

As the livestream’s popularity peaks, No. 153 sneers and slides his hand to Yellow’s crotch, grabbing the bulging package through the tight combat suit. He roughly massages it a few times before expertly jerking it.

“Come on, Lord Yellow, show everyone your ‘heroic essence’!”

“…Get off… don’t touch me… nghaa!”

Yellow tries to mask his shame with anger, but his trembling voice betrays his bravado. The hero captain struggles to suppress his body’s reactions, but Mimir’s custom aphrodisiac, once triggered, is relentless. His sensitive cock engorges in seconds under No. 153’s teasing, straining the stretchy combat suit into a lascivious shape.

No. 153 casually strokes the hefty cock, eyes fixed on Yellow’s face on the screen, relishing the hero captain’s gritted teeth and the mix of shame and rage in his expression, his voice growing greasier and more grating.

“Yo, it’s rock hard! This big dick of the hero captain sure doesn’t disappoint! Folks, if sales hit a thousand, I’ll have Lord Yellow demonstrate how to ‘command the warship,’ how’s that?”

“…Bastard… pervert…”

On the streaming device’s screen, Yellow’s furious glare is quickly drowned out by a flood of orders. In less than five minutes, a tacky effect pops up, announcing the sales have surpassed a thousand.

No. 153, well-versed in dealing with hero captives, knows their righteous nature. No amount of promised rewards or torturous threats would make the fallen hero captain defile the sacred command room. Of course, for a “professional” like No. 153, this is no issue—he knows exactly what the audience craves.

The screen flickers with the warship’s control interface, symbolizing Yellow’s former authority and rationality. No. 153 slaps the hero captain’s rock-hard cock twice with a loud “smack!” then grips it tightly, pressing the swollen glans against the screen, smearing it like an oil pastel.

“…Ah… stop… nghh! …Urgh… ah!”

The sensitive glans rubs against the warm screen, the rush of pleasure tightening Yellow’s muscles as he lets out mortified groans. Within half a minute, his slit uncontrollably oozes clear precum, soaking the combat suit and leaving lascivious wet streaks on the screen.

“Haha, see that? This is the hero captain’s ‘command art’—pretty fucking slutty, right?”

Squeezing the cock hard to squirt a jet of precum onto the screen, No. 153 releases the scalding rod with satisfaction. The steel-hard shaft springs back, smacking Yellow’s chiseled abs with a “thwack!” amid his groans, splattering precum everywhere.

At that moment, a piercing notification sound rings out.

“Whoa! Someone actually bought the top-tier gift?!”

No. 153 jolts, dramatically turning to the screen with an ecstatic grin, his voice nearly cracking with excitement.

“Congrats, No. 7898! You’ve unlocked the right to fuck Lord Yellow for an hour! Get here in ten minutes, or it’s void!”

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