The Pint Puncher took up his arm, and swung at Muro. However, he brought up his arm, blocking the attack and deflecting the hero. The hero began to slide past the fox, who flashed him a grin the hero learned to hate. While he was busy watching Muro, Rhanier grabbed the flying hero's legs. He then swung the little guy around, before throwing him into the ground. The Pint Puncher was struck against the ground, suddenly dazed on impact. He lied down on the floor, horribly dazed, unable to see straight. While he was dazed, he felt his arms lifted, something wrap around his arms, and then something spread his legs.
His vision came back into normal stuff, and the next thing he saw was Muro's face. The fox was bent over, level with his face, wearing that same grin. Before the hero could even question his position, the fox leaned forward, and planted his lips on the hero. He felt the villain's nasty breath invade his airway. He tried to wrench himself free, but something was holding him down. He looked around, and saw Rhanier's arms wrapped around his arms, pinning them, as well as his legs over the Pint Puncher's, pinning them. The hero was stuck! He could only lie their and take the kiss from the villain.
He broke the kiss, and leaned back, admiring the trapped hero. Rhanier had him positioned such that he was forced into a sitting position, legs spread apart.
"Hey, how resilient do you think this little guy is?" Muro asked Rhanier.
"Oh, he looks like a wimp to be sure," Rhanier taunted. "Probably wouldn't even last 15 strokes!" The Pint Puncher had no idea what they were talking about. Strokes? What?
"Let's find out then," Muro said before licking his lips. "If you don't hold it until 15 strokes, kid, we'll stink you allllllll over." With that, he lifted his foot, and placed it on the hero's groin. He gasped out, horrified at the feeling. Why was it feeling stiff down there? Unfortunately, Muro seemed to want just that. "Let's count how many strokes it takes to beat the Pint Puncher~" he cooed. "1!" He rubbed up the clothed length of the Pint Puncher's groin, and the hero squirmed at his touch. The amount of weight he applied was nowhere near enough to be painful. However, there was enough for him to press into his phallus. The pressure was unreal, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran up the hero.
"2!" Muro rubbed up the length again, and the Pint Puncher felt the pressure again. "3!" He kept stroking and stroking, each stroke making the hero feel just dirty. He tried to pry himself free, but Rhanier made sure he was held tightly. His warning from before suddenly came into mind, can't hold it until 15 strokes. They'll gas him if he can't last until Muro counts 15? He kept struggling in the grip. He didn't know how he could hold it if Muro kept stroking him like this.
"3! 4! 5! 6! 7!" The hero was already up to 7, and he felt something beginning to leak. This must be what he meant about can't hold back. If he let's all of that out too soon, he was a goner!
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