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James didn't know what to do. He was ready to wash the cum out of his fur and leave for the evening, satisfied with his new outlook on sex along with his balls emptied for the day. But someone who looked JUST like his father had walked into the gay bathhouse's steam room and disappeared into the sea of moans and wet slapping flesh.

James thought to himself that this maybe why his father didn't threaten him or his boyfriend when he walked in on the pair having sex, why he hadn't bothered to find someone after Mom, and maybe why the older man had started to keep weird hours. Maybe seeing two men going at it reawakened something in his father… The tug on his empty balls from his reammerging boner was the snap back to reality the boar needed. The one that made him decide he had to find out if that was his dad or not for sure.

The boar opened the door to the sauna and walked into the hallway, hanging his towel on the rack outside the steam room and opened the door. Unfamiliar and heavy scents assaulted his nose as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh reached his ears. He stepped into the dark steam room and found himself inches from people fucking and sucking and grinding all over. They were just out of vision, just out of focus in the dim lighting and heavy steam. Tiled walls and floors collected pools of water from the steam, more of it being pumped in from the corners of the room. Benches clearly made for fucking were filled with bodies. Small 'booths' of semi private stalls were filled with couples making out and inserting cocks into various holes. This was much more intense than the places he'd gone to before and James wasn't sure if this exact amount of depravity was his speed. But his cock felt magnetized to knowing the truth, to seeing if the boar from earlier really was his dad. So he went exploring, doing his best to see in the low vision, to see the brown fur and healthy white tusk he shared with his father. But there were so many men here, all crammed together, writhing in pleasure. And it was completely distracting. James didn't give much thought to fucking at the bathhouse, on his very first day, but his dick twitched and hole puckered in anticipation, seeing bodies wet with water and sweat glide over each other. How the mix of camphor and menthol in the steam mixed so crudely with the stench of cum. The boar was pretty sure his feet were covered from random puddles of discharged sperm along the floor. The sensation sent a shiver through his body.

And that's when he heard a distinctive grunt. The same noise his dad made while doing yard work. The sound of a middle aged, Mexican man exerting himself, one he heard his whole life in various situations. Sometimes from his parents' room when Mom was there. James followed the noise, through the bodies, through the men, through the air heavy with moisture and sweat. And that's when he saw him, his very own father, pumping away in a corner booth, the bear with a nice ass from early leaning low on his knees on a raised bench of semi private stall, wide and heavy hands spreading his bubbled ass cheeks apart. Spreading his hole wide was the heavy and fat cock of James's very own father, pounding down that loose hole. Jorge Rodriguez was truly a beast in his ministrations, stance wide and strong hands gripping the bear's shapely hips. The older boar was using the entirety of his muscled legs to piston in and out at blinding speeds. The bear's hole had been open and soft from earlier fucks, but with Jorge being even thicker than James and the speed and ferocity of the fuck, the experienced hole was almost having a hard time taking the brutal pounding it was receiving. The bear didn't complain though, he only moaned and cried out loud in pleasure, his ass being destroyed the exact reason he had decided to visit the bathhouse today, and it was being nearly ruined by the older boar wrecking his hole.

James went still for a moment, heart racing and cock somehow even harder than when he was getting covered in cum from cocks he deepthroated. The gravity of what he was witnessing, WHO he was witnessing hit him after his dad's heavy balls made a heavy SLAP against the bear's nuts in the powerful thrust, and the younger boar scurried around a wall, leaning like a lecher at his father pounding an unarmed bear's hole. Out in public, for people to watch. For men who want to fuck and be fucked to watch and listen and jerk off too. James was too afraid to touch his aching cock though. He just wanted to watch those heavy balls swing back and forth, hear the bear moan and cry out, trapped cock twitching violently in a jockstrap.

James wanted to see more of his Dad's cock. He wanted to see it really stretch out that hole. He NEEDED to see what was making the bear quake and submit so much. James wanted to see his Daddy's cock so fucking bad. He loved seeing the boars back. Heavy, thick, wide, and glistening in sweat from exertion and steam. He loved the way his dad's tail swished back and forth in rhythm to the thrusts. He wanted to feel dad's sweat pour down on him while the older man grunted and thrusted against him. The boar realized, more and more, this is why he really avoided his father. Why getting caught was so hard for him. Not because he was gay, not because it was embarrassing. Because deep down, he finally realized, as his dad thrust one last heavy time into the ass in front of him, that James wanted to submit to the older man. He wanted to serve and be used by his own father. This is what he was made for, why he asked his boyfriend to fuck him, why he was so ashamed when his father saw another cock inside of his son. Because he wanted his Daddy's cock and didn't want to admit he was getting it from someone else instead. These feelings were there ever since that day at University, with the professor. How close he came to his dad seeing his cock then. How close he was almost exposed for not being faithful to his father's wishes and desires, why he was so afraid of admitting to himself he was gay and servicing cock was his truest turn on. Because he wanted his father's virile and strong body to claim him, and until this very moment, until hearing and smelling and seeing his father dump heavy load after heavy load into the bear. How those balls bounced and jiggled below the fat and muscular ass of his father. How James could barely see through the tree-trunk thighs, and how he only got the smallest of glimpses of Jorge's cock, now violently pumping shot after shot of cum into the bear. How James wished he could see the bear's rim stretched tight over his Dad's cock.

The steam began to billow in again from a far corner of the sauna. Just as Jorge pulled out from the bear, a glop of jizz spilling to the floor as the boar heaved his weight off the man in front of him. James panicked, ducking behind the wall just as a steam engulfed his visions. Jorge walked past him, not noticing his perverted son in the steam filled room. James ducked behind the opposite wall as silently as he could just as his father left enough of a gap, the older boar moving back towards the main area of the sauna. James held his breath for a few seconds until light from the hallway poured in and the sound of the door closing hit his ears. The boar let out a sight of relief, happy he didn't get caught watching his own dad fuck another man in the ass… in public… bareback… and walk off without a word.

The bear on the bench, ass full of cum, stomach visibly distended and rounder from the copious amounts of jizz inside of his guts, struggled to rise to his feet, clenching his wrecked ass as best he could, trying to shamble to the showers to clean up. He noticed James, and the striking resemblance to the boar who had just fucked him. And how nervous and shy the younger man was being, practically confirming his suspicion. James's erect dick gave the bear a dastardly idea.

“Oh fuck, I'm so full." The bear gripped his stomach as he made it to his feet, moaning loudly in exaggeration. “I don't think I'm gonna make it without dumping out everywhere." He looked directly at James, the younger man making eye contact and looking down at the bear's belly, clearly full of cum. “Can you help me out, Boy? I don't wanna make a mess everywhere, that guy was a total beast."

“H-ho-how?" James whispered back in the dark room. The bear turned around, lifting one of his cheeks out of the way, a glob of cum spilling to the floor.

“Eat out that guy's load. At least most of it. I'm too full to walk and, hngg" The bear paused as his anal muscles tensed and another glob of Jorge's spooge spilled from him. “It's so sore too, lick it better." The bear used his other paw to lift the other cheek, bending over the bench again.

James's eyes practically bulged out of his head. Right in front of him a giant and beautiful assed' man was giving him his hole. To slurp down and guzzle the gallons of his father's jizz. Straight out of the loose and winking hole. And he didn't take a moment to think about it, dropping to his knees, and spreading the cheeks further apart, letting his tusks in and hold open the hole even more. And he took to it like a pig in slop.

Each lick out of the hole was a mouthful of cum. It was so open and so full of his father's seed, it just poured and poured into his mouth. He stopped for a moment, in case of anything foul, but it smelled and tasted amazing, perfectly clean boar jizz. Gallons of it ready for him to fill up on, ready to take so much of his dad's essence directly into him. And he lapped at it greedily and fully, licking up more and more of the bear, nearly shuffling his whole snout into the bear as he opened and swallowed and drank. It was near constant, so much cum filling the other man, so much of his father. And he wanted every drop, every taste, every ounce he could handle.

Only when the flow started to slow down did James notice his distended stomach, his father's cum now filling him up instead of the bear. His boner pulsed, even stronger and harder than before at the feeling and knowledge that his dad's seed was warping his body, if only temporary. He didn't know how he didn't feel full, but knew he wanted more of it. The bear noticed the whining and shuffling of the boar, and figured he was starting to thin out back there. Until he decided to push down on his stomach, and more and more globs of cum started to roll out from inside him.

That's when James finally spilled some, a torrent of seed splattering out and covering his muzzle as it was forced out from pressure. It only turned him on more though. Being covered in his Dad's seed. Glazed and used like he should be. So he continued to swallow load after load of cum, until the bear's stomach was back to normal, his hole thoroughly massaged by the boar's eager tongue. There was a final release of pressure in his guts as the last of the jizz clogging him was evacuated. The bear's hole was empty and loose, finally allowed to relax. It was enough of a pressure release to cause the bear to shoot a blank into his jockstrap, another anal quake shaking him at the same time as his dry orgasm. Only then did James finally realize how full he was, how big his stomach had got, and only then did it dawn on him how much of a pervert he was. Eating his father's cum out of another man's ass. All to get a drop, to finally realize that fantasy and desire he held inside for so long. The sound of the bear moaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure was what snapped him back to reality. To see the aftermath of his dad's pure and raw fucking. It snapped something in him, something deep and primal. James knew what he wanted now, no matter how taboo, no matter how desperate and crazy it made him. James wanted his dad to breed him, to break his hole, and pump him full of cum.

After a thank-you the bear walked away, off to get more loads stuffed up his tail-hole. And after a desperate struggle wringing the cum out of his fur and face and down his throat, James waddled out of the sauna, brain fried from the constant heat exposure, and stomach swashing around, full of jizz, obscenely. It made him feel… pregnant, if only for a moment. The thought of being full of his own father's pups caused a shot of precum to shoot out of his cock, making a puddle awkwardly in the middle of the hallway from his pent up cock, now struggling under the weight of his temporarily engorged stomach. James blushed, and scuttled away to the side trying not to cause attention to the mess he made. The boar decided he needed to shower, get the sweat and stank off of him and headed towards the showers. Right before turning on a shower head he saw his father through the glass wall adjoining the bathroom, head down the stairs to the basement, Jorge's cock engorged and covered in jizz and lube as he disappeared into the darkness below.

This was his only chance and James wasn't going to waste it.

The boar walked out of the showers, forgetting his towel on its hook as he made his way downstairs, ignoring the odd feeling of cum flaking on his fur as he descended into the darkness below. The basement was lit only by dim floor lighting, the shadows casting at odd angles. The smell of cum and sweat was heavier here, the air thick with it as he crept further and further down the stairs. The sound of ass plappping and moans louder than the sauna. Much louder. Making it to the basement level, James was met with a maze of wooden walls, each painted black and laid out to various hallways and rooms. He didn't know where to go or where to start looking, so he started to wander about the maze. His friends were correct in calling this place more hardcore. More anal than anywhere else, more rough fucking, less lube, and more large groups of men gathered around a single set of holes. Hallways gave way to rooms with benches filled with men bent over, liner forming behind them to take a turn on their asses. More rooms filled with people grinding and sucking, and in one, a chain of four men rimming each other sprawled out across seating, sweat and musk filling the air with fat and toned assess mixed together.

James passed a series of booths blocked off with thin curtains in their entrances, the sound of sucking and walls creaking as he passed through them. He was tempted to walk in, see what it was about. But he had to find his father, had to beg him for more of his seed. So he continued on, making his way to a large room at the end of the maze, to a room with a single, extremely large square bench in the center, serving as an oversized bed with a soft leather cushion underneath, like restaurant booth seating. It was covered in men, all naked, all sweaty, and all over each other. Grinding and humping away at asses and mouths. A free-for-all, an orgy, as cum spilled out from squelches and slurps. James lost count after twelve, the room to dim and the bodies moving too quickly to keep track of. And his mind shutting off after his eyes met the center anyways. In the center of the orgy, his dad was crouched down over the beaver from the pool, thrusting his hips up and down wildly into the other man's ass in fervor, mating pressing the other fur with little regard for his moans and pleases to slow down just a bit. Jorge whispered into the beaver's ear, and the aquatic squinted his eyes and nodded rapidly, squeezing his arms tighter around the boar.

Jorge sped up his thrust, his giant balls slapping harder and harder against the beaver's tail. James was sure the aquatic was going to pass out, his face rolled back in pleasure and pain. But just then he came, spraying a weak load between the belly of himself and Jorge. He did then flop over, practically going still as Jorge pulled out of his conquest, cock imposing as it dripped with lube and cum. The older boar hadn't jizzed in the beaver's hole, only digging out the remnants of other men. The boar made his way to the end of the bed, his cock bobbing and throbbing as he hurried past the other bodies of grinding men. James was almost certain the beaver was rolled over and thrusted into by someone else, but it was on the edge of his peripheral vision, his whole focus centered on his father as the man made it to the edge, standing up and glancing over at his boy. Jorge stopped for a moment. But only for a moment. He smirked, grabbing his cock and giving it a few pumps as he walked up to his son, the two's eyes locked.

“Was wondering when I was going to eventually run into you here, Mío." Jorge said in a heavy accent towards his son. James's cock flexed in the open as he stood there stunned. “Oh, who did this?" The older boar casually gripped James's stomach, giving it a few squeezes before petting it affectionately. “I didn't see anyone else I know that can fill someone up as much as I can, jajaja! So tell me, who's the lucky fell'ah who knocked up my boy?" Jorge smiled endearingly at his son.

“Dad, I. What?" James stuttered back, brain completely fried.

“You don't gotta tell me if he's your sweetheart. Is it that boyfriend of yours? I haven't seen him around since I caught the two of you, Mío."

“Dad…" James whispered, afraid people would hear him. “How can you be so… nonchalant about all of this?"

“Well," Jorge brought a paw up to his chin, and fidgeted back and forth while he thought. His wet and lubed cock was inches away, swinging back and forth from James with each step. “It's a little too late for it to not be weird, No? I figured, we might as well be adults about this. 'Sides, nothing I didn't see last week, jajaja!" Jorge slapped his son's ass in a playful tease.

“I…" James was completely unable to answer, face burning red.

“Mmhh?" Jorge looked over towards his son's ass, expecting to feel it soaking wet with cum from the younger boar's cum-flated belly. “Tell me, Son. Are you here with your boyfriend?"

“No-no. We broke up. He was afraid you'd kill him… or worse, out him for being with me."

“Well, why would I do that?!"

“Well, we didn't know you were gay."

“Bisexual. I had you and your sister, didn't I. I… always loved your mother."

“Okay okay, we can go over specifics later!" James's face was red again.

“So, it wasn't your boyfriend who did this to you?" Jorge patted his son's stomach.

“No."

“And there's no one else here you could have done this." Jorge slipped a finger down his son's ass cheeks, poking around rudely against James's hole with his finger. The younger boar yelped, but didn't do anything to stop it. After poking a few times and confirming his suspicion, Jorge pulled his finger away. “Doesn't look like anyone fucked you either." James felt the floor fall out beneath him as he slowly realized he was caught. “Mío." Jorge put a paw on his son's shoulder and another one on his son's stomach. “Is this… my cum?"

“I'm sorry, Daddy!" James couldn't hold it in any longer. He was caught, embarrassed, ashamed, and shooting a rope of cum all over his father's stomach as he came from the sheer emotion of everything he was feeling. “The bear h-he said he needed help and I, I."

“Use your words, Boy."

“I wanted to taste you. So fucking bad. I wanted to feel part of you, inside of me." Jorge moved one of his paws to cup James face, holding him firmly, making his son's tear streaked face stare directly at him.

“You've always had your mother's eyes, Mío."

The older boar kissed his son deeply, sticking his tongue down the supple throat of his offspring as deeply as it would go. He tasted hints of his own seed and the musk of other men in his boy's greedy maw. He hugged the boy then, proud of how much of a slut he raised, squishing their muscleguts together, a slick squelch of James's cum squirting between the pair. The cocks met, sliding over each other in a goopy mess. Jorge slipped another paw down, gripping one of his son's cheeks firmly, prying it apart, exposing the practically virgin hole.

“Tell me, Son. How many men have you had back here?"

“J-just one. My ex… but he didn't even get all the way when you caught us."

“So then I can be your first." Jorge pumped his throbbing cock a few times. “If you can handle my size."

“I don't care, Daddy. I want you to ruin me. To claim me, make me yours. Breed me, please!" James couldn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. But he meant every single one. He was devoted to his father, and wanted it rough. He didn't care if it hurt, he just NEEDED to please his father.

“Do you really mean that, Mío? I don't want to hurt you…"

“I want you. All of you, Dad! I'd do anything for you to cum in me. To cum as hard as you can. Please!" Jorge's cock twitched a spurt of pre onto his son's smaller dick.

“Just… call me 'Daddy' again."

“Breed me, Daddy. As hard as you can."

Jorge took his son by the wrist, dragging him through the maze without hesitation, eventually finding a bench for fucking that was tucked away by itself.

“Get up there, and spread your cheeks." James complied, making his way to the bench and climbing on top, spreading his fat ass apart. Jorge's dick lined up perfectly, like it was designed and made for nothing but this very moment. Like his entire being was a sick punchline from some perverted being, all culminating in wrecking his literal son's asshole. And the feeling turned him on like nothing else before. “Daddy is going to loosen you up now."

Before James could think, Jorge sunk to his knees and delved his snout deep into his son's cheeks. He ate rudely and loudly, going full hog on his son's tender and tight hole. His snout rubbed and prodded along with his tongue, the thick appendage bigger than most people's fingers. And he used it to open up, ever so slowly his son's hole. James cried out in passion and slight pain, not really exploring down there himself. And he lost himself to the feeling, lost himself to the bliss and pleasure of the older man using and abusing his hole. He wanted nothing more than to give himself to his father, and this was the best way he knew how. To let his father claim him, take him, and ruin his asshole for other men. They didn't matter, not when his daddy was here now. Not when his Daddy was opening him up more and more.

Jorge fought against the tightness of his son's hole, over and over again. Prodding and pulling and sucking deeper and deeper with each thrust of his heavy tongue. Tasting nothing foul once truly breaking his son's wall through, he delved even deeper, causing more deep and guttural groans from his son as he explored the sweet musky and earthy flavor of his boy's hairy hole. The taste drove him to levels of hardness he hadn't felt since fucking his wife so many years ago. How his son's ass shared the same shape, how he always wanted to dive deep into his wife's ass, and how his son was giving him the best of both worlds with his fat and plump balls, tight fat ass, and eager and needy moans. It turned him on so incredibly much to know his own offspring wanted him this much. To give so much of himself to his father. I was the ultimate dom-rush for the horny boar. Eager to fuck, breed, and seed. And nothing was better than seeding his own son. Claiming his own conquest, him giving over willingly, of his son's own accord. Jorge never thought of his son this way before, but seeing his son here, leaking from his cock, sucking the cum from some stranger's asshole to get a taste of his father. It made something deep snap in Jorge. And the older boar was going to take advantage of it .

“You're ready as I'm going to get you, Mío." Jorge rose to his feet, cock dripping precum. He spread James's hole, letting the ooze of his precum fall into the passage to help coat its upcoming ordeal.

“Am I… Am I open enough for you, Daddy?"'

“No." Jorge lined up his cock head with his son's tight hole, pushing in just the tip, causing his son to cry out in pain, hints of pleasure under the intense size. “But I need to breed your hole. And we can work on loosening up later at home." Jorge gripped his son's hips tightly, and thrust in as far as he could.

James held back a scream, the pain coursing through him sending shocks up his spine. But he didn't complain, didn't ask his dad to stop. He just held on, and let his father claim him. Batter down his hole, as he did his best to relax and open up for Jorge. His dad was already further than his ex had made it. So he was going to count this as really losing his virginity. Especially when his dad finally started to thrust… after realizing his cock wasn't going any deeper in the tight hole. The spit and precum was barely enough lube for an average sized cock. But James didn't care. Especially when his dad put his weight on his son's back and whispered into his ear.

“Papa's got you, Mío."

James came harder than ever before in his life. Soaking the bench below him and tightening up even more for Jorge. The older boar took pity on him, wiping some of his son's cum on the portions of his dick still outside of his son with a free hand. But that's when he really started to thrust. He figured he did enough, and if his son really wanted to satisfy him, this is how he was going to do it.

Over and over Jorge's fat cock stretched and plundered James's hole. The younger boar felt like something was going to tear if it hadn't already. But he begged for more, whined for more, and pleaded for his father to keep going. To keep using and abusing his hole. Keep claiming him over and over again. This was his purpose now. This is what made him happy. Even if it hurt. Hearing his dad snarl and grunt on top of him was worth it all. Feeling the sweat drip off his father's muscle gut was everything he was missing in life. Daddy said he'd work on making him loose later too. This was just for now. This is what he gets for ambushing his father like that in public. He deserved his ass getting battered and bruised for and by the man who made him. Because this is where he belongs.

Jorge wasn't planning on lasting long. Though he had cum a few times already today, seeing his son give up his hole so eagerly was to much for him to handle. Having his son be a huge slut was a turn on for the man. And the way his hips moved, the way his son moaned out his name weakly, the way Jame's headfur looked as he pulled on it as he sent brutal thrust after brutal thrust into that fat ass, reminded him to much of his wife for him to hold back. His balls were boiling already, threatening to spill themselves and fill his son up over and over again . Just like the boy was begging his 'Daddy' to. Jorge wasn't sure if he preferred that or Papa just yet, but he was looking forward to figuring out which one was better as soon as they got home. And every day James was willing to give up after. The thought of having a willing and eager and tight hole for him to jump and pound into any day was pushing him over the edge.

Jorge stopped for a moment, James crying out for more as the older boar climbed up onto the bench himself, keeping his cock inside his son as he brought one foot to the bench and crouched down on a knee as he brought his other foot to the bench, bending that knee and keeping himself positioned over and in his son, knees bent and stomach barely touching the bottom of Jame's back.

“Hold on tight just a little longer for me, Mío."

And that's when Jorge started to thrust and fuck as fast as he could. Bent over and crouched down on his son's ass, the perfect angle to breed deep if his son could get pregnant.

“If only…" Jorge muttered as his thrust continued to ravage the hole in front of him.

The boar's cock was a flurry of speed and strength. Jame's hole was taut and felt like it was on fire as his dad started to thrust. But it felt slicker and slicker as he continued to take the pounding. The younger boar figured it was his father's precum, and while part of it definitely was, the brutal fucking and stretching was ripping his hole apart. A bit of his ass's inner lining was falling out, a clear and distinctly goo substance, now coating his father's dick , easing the rough entry. The angle was extreme enough that Jorge's belly was no longer blocking his fat cock from entering his son's second ring. It has been battering against it every now and then before, the deep gut punch feeling tantalizing Jame's as the fucking had led up to this point. But now it was getting blown wide open, over and over. The sensation was swift and sudden, more intense than the fucking had been but not as painful or intrusive. Another new layer of sensations lost to losing his virginity to his father's massive cock. The sensation was enough to make the boar piss himself just a little, but the boar didn't notice and Jorge was too lost in the sensation in his cock and brain to point it out. He could humiliate his son in private about it later anyways.

The sound of the boars' heavy balls smacking into each other over and over echoed throughout the basement, an audience growing attracted to the heavy sounds of fucking and moaning the pair were putting on. It was another pain James lost in all the sensations, but just another one he'd feel tomorrow. Jorge reveled in the knowledge he was the one to put such a smackdown on such a sensitive area of his son's, even if it wasn't fully his thing. Every ounce of domination and submission he had over his son was intoxicating to the boar though. Every inch he could use to assert himself, show his boy how a real boar fucks, how a real man acts. Was the perfect perverted cherry to his machismo streak he held at home though.

When Jorge finally clamped down on his son's neck, paws gripping the younger boar's shoulders tight, the crowd behind them cheered. When Jorge finally thrust as deep as his monstrous cock would allow, another cheer rang out. When the crowd saw his cock pumping load after load into the other boar's hole, the catcalls and cheers finally made it to James's ears. His face burned red as the pain and soreness caught up to him as his dad put the full weight of his body on top of him. He came again, in shame. He came again when his stomach landed on the bottom of the bench. It was already engorged from swallowing so much of his Dad's cum. Now his other end was filled with it, and he looked round and fat, losing any definition of his muscle gut. It sloshed as he shuddered, his guts too full to hold it. It made his head dizzier than it already was.

Jorge pulled his cock out of his son's hole, and wanting to humiliate the boy more, didn't give his boy any notice. A thick and heavy gush of cum escaped James's hole before the boar even noticed it was happening. His stomach quaked, a symptom from his hole's brutalization, and another large gush of cum escaped, spilling out onto the floor in front of all those people. He came one final time as he did his best to clench his hole, causing only more to spill out, the muscles too wrecked to close correctly. A chorus of laughs erupted behind him, the men cheering on in the perverted delight of watching an innocent and naive hole be completely wrecked by Jorge.

James wobbled to his knees, cum spilling out every inch of the way, his cock hanging limply on top of shriveled balls as he faced the crowd jeering at him in good natured ribbing. He's sure he would have cum again if there was even a drop left.

“You told me to ruin you, Mío."

James blushed as another blort of cum escaped his asshole, coating the edge of the bench. He brought a paw to his rear, covering it as best he could, wincing in slight pain as he touched the frayed edges of his rim, hoping to hold in as much of it as possible through his finger tips.

“Clean up, and meet me in the back. At my truck." Jorge whispered to him before heading off into the maze. James tried to keep up but his legs were weak and he was unfamiliar with the maze. He's sure he spilled half of the spooge held in his guts trying to find the exit to the showers to unload.

“Guess this is why the bear needed my help earlier…"

Stumbling up the steps with his paw still cupped behind him, doing his best to catch the leaking cum, James staggered towards the showers. He was haggard, beaten down, and so extremely tired. He made it to the tiled floor of the showers with only a single blast of cum ejecting from his hole onto the hallway floor. The boar crumpled down, doing his best to aim his leaking hole at a drain, and pushed. Gallons of cum evacuated his hole, in hearty gloop after heavy gloop. The shower could barely contain the flood and it started to pool around the tile, drifting to nearby drains under different shower heads. The men in the showers chuckled, amused at the guy who clearly couldn't handle the spooge of a virile man with large balls, but kept about their business. It was a semi-frequent occurrence in the building after all. James felt like dying, embarrassed about letting his guts loudly and rudely empty their contents for all to see. He was sure to clean before, so it was nothing but his cummy belly losing its second large load of the day thankfully, but when he noticed he was against the glass wall, hole open to the anyone walking by, he definitely felt like disappearing. The crowd on the other side enjoyed the wreckage of the boar's ass at the very least.

…

Showered and clean after another couple minutes of dumping out, James made his way back to his locker, doing his best to avoid any eye contact after the humiliation. The whistles and ass-grabs were nice in a vacuum but the boar was still so embarrassed about being so sloppy and open in front of so many people. Especially when he wasn't planning on it.

Fully dressed and with only a slight limp left in his step, James made it down the steps of the entrance of the building, walking to the corner of the street and around the back. A few cars sat in the street, presumably other men at the bathhouse or workers at the factories lining the area. And there, in the truck he saw every day of his life sitting in his driveway, Jorge sat, idling reading a newspaper. The older boar felt eyes on him, and lowered his newspaper, catching his son from down the street. He folded the paper, placing it to the side and beckoned James to the truck as he started the ignition. James walked up to the door, Jorge unlocking it and the younger boar stepping up and inside.

“Dad…"

“You can call me what you want to, Mío. Especially when no one is around." James shut the door behind him as the pair headed back to their home.

“Daddy…"