Notes

Sonya knows there's only one real way to punish someone like Kano.

When Kano awoke, unsurprisingly, he found his arms and legs bound. More surprisingly, however, he was completely naked, his muscled, sculpted body bare and revealed for any to see. In the first place, Kano barely wore anything to cover himself, but it was still a bit of a strange thing to see. What was Blade's plan here?
Speak of the devil - she strode in not 5 seconds later, a look of pure hatred and disgust on her face.
"Oh, don't look at me like that, love," Kano drawled lazily. He was in a terrible position here, admittedly, but as much as Blade was fierce and ruthless, she still clung to some morals. He had already given her Mileena's location, and he knew she wouldn't renege on her promise and kill him now. Still, though, there was something in her eyes. Something that made even Kano shiver a little.
"Save it, Kano," Blade sneered. "To be honest, I was having a little bit of trouble deciding what to do with you. Then, I came up with the perfect idea." She raised one hand and snapped it. Two soldiers rushed in, only they weren't wearing helmets or armor.
"You're barely wearing anything in the first place, so I figured, why not go the whole way? In fact, since you love talking about sex so much, why not give you what you want?" Blade said smugly. Kano felt suddenly terrified - it was clear Sonya wasn't planning on "punishing" him herself. Instead, she had gotten two random men to do it, and as much as Kano was a shameless scumbag, he wasn't gay. The thought of other men laying their hands on him felt revolting.
"W-wait," he stuttered. "Come on now, Blade, surely we can reach a deal. I-I have more information to give yo-"
"Like I said, save it," Blade said. "I already had Kenshi read your mind while you were out - you have nothing more of use to give us that he doesn't know. So basically, you have no purpose."
Before Kano could really start grovelling (and he hated it, he did, but he hated the idea of dying much, much more), she marched out of the tent, leaving the helpless, naked man to the mercy of the two soldiers.
At the least, Kano prayed they would be rough and quick about it - that, he could handle. If they just bent him down and took what he needed, he could think of it like a fight, where he still had some agency, some way to release his rage and aggression.
The first soldier knelt down silently and began plucking at Kano's right nipple. A sudden shock of pleasure shot through Kano's body, joined by a pleasantly warm sensation at his abdomen as the other soldier began mouthing at his abs.
No such luck - they wouldn't even grant him this one simple mercy. As they continued to tenderly, gently explore his body, Kano knew they were going to slowly take their time with him, taking him apart bit by bit until he really was bare before them.
Nothing terrified him more.

His first orgasm came an hour later. One soldier had begun fingering his tight, toned ass, three fingers brushing incessantly against his prostate while the other soldier slid his cock back and forth between Kano's muscled, hardened pectorals. The torrent of pleasure grew too strong, and Kano let out a sob as his cock began spurting and twitching come, covering his abs, chest, beard, and face in a rather thick layer of come.
"Y-you sure know how to treat a guy," Kano mumbled loosely. He felt ever so slightly embarrassed at how quickly and easily these two soldiers had taken him apart - he had always taken pride in his sexual prowess, and yet here he felt like a virgin. His body was so sensitive, such that even the slightest brush against his cock was enough to make him writhe.
"Come on," he urged them desperately, "there's no way this is fun for you two. Let rip a little, why don't you? Use me, for god's sake, instead of this ridiculous foreplay."
"The general told us," one soldier began softly, "that you'd like that. If we just came in, roughed you up, and fucked you like animals."
The other soldier, who had begun leaking pre-come all over Kano's sculpted chest, added, "that's why she told us to do this, to take it slow, to give you pleasure instead of pain and break you apart."
The old man sobbed and cried as his cock hardened once more as the other soldier began roughly grinding his fingers against his prostate.
"And now, now that you can't resist, we can go a little quicker," the soldier said. "We'll get to find out just how much an old slut like you can take."
Kano cried out, already on the precipice of another orgasm. Bits of come dripped off his beard and cybernetic eye. He knew he must have looked disgusting, covered in his own sweat and come, his muscled, weary body being teased and fucked by two random men.

"Come on," Johnny said excitedly, tugging Kenshi along with one hand to the unmarked tent. "You have no idea how good he looks, being fucked like the slut he is, finally getting what he deserves."
Kenshi shuffled along nervously. He did not condone this punishment Blade and Cage had come up with, nor did he feel any desire to observe it first-hand, but Johnny had threatened to push him down and fuck him senseless right there, in the middle of camp, if he didn't, so here he was.
Johnny pulled the flap open. Kano knelt, still bound by rope, his entire body soaked and covered in come, barely conscious and too fucked-out to notice the visitors. Four soldiers were using him - one was mercilessly fucking his ass, while another grinded against his back. One sucked his cock, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of the pathetic old man, while the last teased his nipples and muscled pectorals. He was completely helpless, unable to stop the overwhelming torrent of pleasure.
"U-ugh!" he cried out as his 25th orgasm of the day rushed over him. His cock twitched violently, and a tiny stream of come released from his cock, trailing over the purplish cockhead and running over veins. It was clear he was barely clinging on to consciousness, still hoping it would all end, but Kenshi knew the soldiers weren't finished yet. Rather, they had already set up a schedule so they would never be done, and so that Kano's punishment would be eternal and never-ending.
Johnny walked over, his gait confident and light. He pressed his chest against Kano's come-covered back, wrapped one arm around his muscled arm, and began teasing a sore, puffy nipple. Kano let out a gasp and began struggling to break free, but the binds were simply too strong.
"Shit, I knew from the first second I saw you that this was what you were made for," Johnny snarked. "It's been days, Kano. Do you even know how many soldiers have used you? Do you know how many times you've come?"
Kano let out a gasp, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the soldier thrust particularly roughly into his prostate. His cock twitched slightly and let out a tiny spurt of come, but his body writhed and convulsed with pleasure. Kenshi uncomfortably wondered just how many times he had been forced to come, and how many of those had been dry.
"You like this, don't you?" Johnny asked derisively. "Being used like the trash you are, being forced to come over and over again? God, this is barely even a fucking punishment." He smacked Kano's come-stained, sweaty face. Kano let out a faint whimper but otherwise did not react. He already looked broken and so, so used.
Kenshi had to admit, however, that the ex-mercenary looked good this way. His well-sculpted muscles, his bulging pectorals, his dusty pink nipples, his wrinkled face - though he somewhat pitied the man, he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to push into that tight heat, force the old man to come again.
Johnny suddenly grabbed Kano's arms and pulled them back, forcing his chests to protrude even further, like hills made of muscle and flawless skin. The soldier rutting against his chest stopped, grinned, and grabbed the two meaty pectorals, forcing them together and squishing them like cleavage. Kano let out another helpless, desperate sob, but there was nothing he could do. He was utterly at the mercy of any person who entered the tent.