When the plug was removed a small trickle of thick, pungent golden liquid came forth. The tension in the muscles of Pookie's lower extremities and his restraint didn't waiver. Knowing he had fought in such a state, and two opponents no less. His raw, sensitive manhood quivered. There could be no doubt about the pain and discomfort the bear must be in, especially with where Damion sat. Still, he did little more than chuff, his hot breath moved the man's hair.