The Pint Puncher groaned and shook, trying to free himself! But the foul feline had him firmly pinned, ensuring the boy would get a face-full of sweat. Rowland kept on pumping, lifting the bar and keeping on working a sweat, it only made worse thanks to the heat around him. The cougar, meanwhile, couldn't help but get a little... excited. Feeling the Pint Puncher struggle like this, just knowing how overwhelmed he was getting~ He felt his speedos tighten.
"Alright, kid, you've convinced me," Rowland said. "I'll move you from the big bad chest~" The Pint Puncher rose a brow at that. Was he being serious? He still tugged and jerked around, but was still getting nowhere. Meanwhile, the cougar gave his equipment a little break, and instead reached back, reaching for the device that held the Puncher taut. And then, he began shifting it down with one hand, while pushing the hero down with the other. And as he did, the hero could feel the cougar's... excitement... poke into him.
"Wh-where are you...?" the Pint Puncher muttered. However, Rowland kept on pushing and pushing, and the more he pushed, the more he was sure of where he was going. Especially as that cock poked into his chest. The hero struggled more and more, and now he was shoved straight between his legs, almost kissing the jutting bulge!
"Ah~" Rowland moaned. Puncher felt him twitch, and let out a scream, shaking about.
"Ha ha! All you're doing is making me harder, kid!" he laughed, flexing self congratulatorily. "Now, why don't you just sit back, relax, and let my scent steal you away~ Let's see what happens first: will I cum all over you, or will you lose yourself to my stink?" He laughed and continued working out, now humping the hero's face. Meanwhile, he could feel the noxious scent seep into his nostrils!