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"Don't be nervous, Ben."

Standing in the sleek, white futuristic lobby of 'Atlas Fertility', the young 13 year old bear shuffled on his feet. He couldn't help being nervous. This was his first time.

The year was 2435, and since the rise of anthropomorphic species and the harmony that enveloped both the human and beastkin races, fertility had plummeted. No-one could really explain in great detail why it was that so many people, specifically men, were growing sterile as the years went on. Some attributed it to the intermingling of species, which had developed a series of other hybrid subspecies. Religious nuts decreed it an act of God for messing with nature, whilst others seemed to think it was just an inevitable, almost existential event that was always bound to happen, one way or the other.

Despite that, humanity and beastkin species alike strived to keep the population thriving, but that desperation to keep their numbers maintained lead to rather desperate measures. At least, that was how it was seen in the eyes of liberal radicals, but for the majority of the population, it was widely considered peculiar, but necessary.

Ben, the young 13 year old bear, had been tested and shown to be virile and able to produce working sperm when he'd started puberty. It was the same for every young male: once the signs of puberty began to surface, their sperm was tested. If they proved to be fertile, like young Ben, then they were scheduled for regular appointment at local companies, such as 'Atlas Fertility'. Whilst the name might have initially confused people a good 400 years ago, it was associated now with the collection and distribution of male seed.

A necessity. That, too, was how Ben saw it. Additionally, it was seen as a mark of being a man, an honor to befall one person. They weren't heralded a hero, but their 'sacrifice', as it were, was considered noble. They helped to propagate society, and for that, they were both praised as well as compensated for their actions. However, it was far from volunteer work: in most districts and countries, contributing their seed was a mandatory requirement. Ben's country was no different in that regard.

Yet, Ben couldn't help but feel anxious about it all. Very few of his friends were fertile: in fact, out of his small social circle, he and another were the only two. But rumours had often spread throughout school about the process, about how exactly it worked.

Ben's father, Mike, had an arguably different perspective, one that fitted most men his age. Ben's father was an openly gay man, who also happened to work in law enforcement. His choice of career had always made him a firm believer in the government and in the system as a whole, and many people had complimented and praised him on his bravery to propagate the species with his own virile sperm, considering his sexuality. It had never bothered him; in fact, he considered it a great privilege. He had tried to push that ideal onto his son, who had taken it on board, yet didn't quite show it yet.

"Trust me, Ben, this will be the kind of thing you put on your resume in a few years time." Mike ruffled his son's head, and Ben looked down at his knees, knocking them together.

Ben was nothing like his father. Mike was tall, strong, rippling with muscles and a hefty gut. He had all the honor of a policeman and the fire of a true man. He was macho. Brave. Practically the opposite of his son. Ben was chubby, lacking in muscle tone, and noticeably geeky, from his clean getup of a tight shirt and pants to his tailored spectacles that sat on the end of his nose. Ben would have typically refused, maybe even hid his fertility, but there was one thing standing in his way: the desperate need to not disappoint his father.

"Mr. Walker?" Someone called out from the side, catching their attention. A lone avian stood to the side, clipboard in hand, with a lab coat placed around her shoulders and buttoned up at the front. She smiled when they looked over and Mike heaved himself to his feet. Ben soon followed, and they headed towards her. She turned and lead them down the hall.

"Are you excited? Records say its your first time." The avian beamed down at Ben, and he offered her a shy grin.

"Are you kiddin'? 'Course he's excited!" Mike put an arm around his body and grinned toothily. "Why, contributing to society is the first step in being a man. I remember my first time..."

He didn't go into detail, much to Ben's relief. He'd heard the story a few times now. His father had been 'contributing' since he was as young as Ben was, and he'd never missed an appointment, which was typically 3 or 4 times a week. At this point, Ben was sure that his father considered it a rite of passage, more than anything else.

Ben had been initially surprised and anxious when his father had announced he'd been joining him on the same day as his first contribution. It was embarrassing enough to have to, well, 'get it up' in front of strangers and then 'contribute', but to have to do it with his father present, also doing the same thing, made the whole situation even worse. Ben gulped at the thought.

"Are you joining us as well, Mr. Walker?" The avian asked, and the older bear nodded. The woman seemed pleased.

"What you're doing will help all of us. Thank you." She said it sincerely, but Ben couldn't be sure if she actually meant it or whether she was just putting on an act. Mike, however, ate it up, his cheeks flushing and his grin spreading wider.

She lead them to an unmarked door next to another one, and she opened it, leading them through. Once they stepped inside, she hovered by the door.

"If you can get undressed and place your clothes on the trays, then head through the door at the end, that would be good," She beamed. "Good luck!"

With that, she closed the door. Ben anxiously stared at the door before glancing over to his father, his eyes widened when he saw him already getting undressed. Of course, it made sense: he'd done this so many times before that it was practically clockwork.

The chubby bear nervously reached down and began popping the buttons of his tight shirt, parting it slowly as each button came undone. He finally parted it and gingerly slid it down his arms, depositing it into a small metal tray that sat on a counter. His hands delved to his waist and he hesitated, glancing in his father's direction.

Mike already had his pants down, his boxers showing the obvious display of his package. Ben had never really seen it before, but then again, he'd never really had to. He nervously looked away and pushed down his own zipper, slipping out of his simple jeans and placing them on the tray. His own package likely wasn't as big as his fathers, given their age difference. Ben hadn't even had the enjoyment of masturbating by himself yet. He nervously slipped down his boxers and felt the colour rise to his cheeks at the thought of being naked in front of people. The sheer thought of it made his knees tremble.

"Don't look so scared," He heard his father say. "You'll get used to it, trust me."

Ben turned to smile at him, but his grin faltered at the sheer sight of his father's cock. Compared to him, his father was a monster in that department: his 'equipment' sat nestled atop a pair of hefty, virile orbs, the humanoid length a good 5, maybe even 6 inches in size. Ben couldn't even begin to imagine how large it would get when he was hard, and he didn't even want to think about it. Ben looked down at himself, comparing himself to his father, and he knew he wasn't even close to matching up. He grimaced to himself slightly and felt a hand on his head.

"You're only 13." His father's voice was strangely soft for a moment, as if sensing his worries. Ben wasn't sure what to say, and his father's expression steeled a bit again, before stepping back. He gestured and headed towards the door, his ass jiggling as he went. Ben anxiously followed, self-conscious of his chubby body.

In the next room, they found a small hospital bed, and a doctor sitting at the desk. The man turned, a canine, and smiled at the sight of them. He placed his pen down and stepped over.

"Mr. Walker." He greeted Mike, who shook his hand in turn.

"Dr. Weathers." Mike replied. The two seemed to know each other. Mike put an arm around his son and the doctor gestured them over towards the hospital bed, where the two of them hiked themselves up to take a seat.

"Just a standard check-up, son," Mike explained loosely. "Make sure everything's in working order."

Ben was about to ask what he meant, but he got to see it first hand. He watched in surprise as the canine put on a pair of thin latex gloves, and then placed his hand amply on his father's package. Ben felt embarrassed to watch, but he couldn't peel his eyes away as Dr. Weathers efficiently and quickly pumped Mike's member, stimulating him. The bear's cock hardened within a matter of moments, and Ben didn't even look remotely phased.

"You could take me to dinner first, you know," Ben joked, and the canine shook his head, a smile playing upon his lips. It must be a running joke between them.

"Had any problems lately, Mike?" The doctor asked loosely, now onto a first name basis, and Mike shook his head. The canine seemed pretty satisfied, sliding a finger into the bear's foreskin and worming around, as if feeling for lumps. His other hand dipped to Ben's father's balls, cradling them in his fingers and running his thumb over them.

"I don't feel any bumps or blemishes. Looks like you're good to go. You were here...3 days ago. You sure you're up for another session so soon?"

"Of course," Mike beamed. "It's my duty, as it is my sons."

"Ah, yes," The canine turned and smiled sympathetically at Ben. "Ben, isn't it? Your first time, it seems."

"Y...Yes, sir." Ben anxiously replied, looking down awkwardly as his smaller, flaccid member.

"Don't be shy. You're doing a good thing." The canine assured him, discarding his gloves and putting on a fresh pair. "I'm just going to feel for any problems, alright? If you can get an erection for me, that would help too."

Ben nodded awkwardly, and watched as the canine's hand moved to his package. He felt the man's fingers touch with his private parts and immediately tensed. All he could think about was how nervous he was. He watched with flushed cheeks as the man rumbled around his flaccid member, pushing back his foreskin and examining the head of his cock, before touching over his balls, feeling for lumps.

Yet, no matter how much the canine tried to stimulate him, Ben's member remained flaccid. He couldn't bring himself to get hard, and the longer it went on, the worst he felt about himself. He squirmed awkwardly in his seat and the doctor slowly stood, smiling.

"It's okay, Ben. Everyone gets a little nervous with their first time. I had a boy in hear last week, only 11. He was exactly the same." The canine assured him, but Ben simply felt worse. He hung his head dejectedly and he felt his father patting his shoulder a little. The canine returned a moment later after heading across the other side of the room, a needle in hand.

"What's that?" Ben asked nervously as the doctor got him to hold out his arm. He pushed the needle into the bear cub's inner elbow and pumped a drug into his vein.

"A little something to get you up and running. Give a few minutes." The canine smiled and pulled the needle from him, replacing it with a cotton pad. He got the cub to place his hand over the top of it.

The doctor was right. After a minute or so, he could feel himself getting harder and harder, and looked down to see his member steadily pulsing to life, until he was sitting at a good 5 inches or so in length. He throbbed warmly and Ben felt an aching in his loins. He felt aroused. Extremely aroused.

"There we are. It's a little more intense than a natural erection, but it should keep you going through the process. Shall we get started?" The canine asked them, and Mike seemed more than happy to, getting to his feet. Ben slipped off his seat and followed them nervously as the canine lead them out of the room and through another door at the far end. They walked down a rather sleek and narrow space, before stepping into a vast, large chamber.

It was then, at that moment, that Ben realised it was more than just him and his father going through the procedure. The place was amply sized, and Ben had to guess that another 30 or so people were here for more or less the same thing. He could hear their moans and groans from all around him. A neat row of table-like apparatus sat on either side of him. People were strapped to them of all shapes and sizes, with equipment around their members, pumping them. In the middle of the room sat a set of chairs, 6 of them around a cylinder in the middle. People were strapped to chairs, getting more or less the same treatment as other people. There were 4 more cylinders, with more chairs around them, that ran down the middle of the room.

Ben felt self-conscious and covered his crotch as they stepped down one of the two walkways that sat between the cylindrical apparatus and the 'tables'. The canine doctor lead them towards the far end, where two tables sat unoccupied. He patted the space on them and Mike immediately reacted, moving to hop up onto one of the vacant tables. He got himself into position and laid down, nodding over at Ben. Anxiously, the cub did the same.

Ben watched from the side as the canine strapped his father on through his ankles and wrists, the bear laying flat against the table. Above his head sat a monitor hanging from a sturdy metal shaft, and there seemed to be something playing on the monitor. Mike wrinkled his nose at the sight.

"Sorry." The canine doctor chuckled, pressing a button by the side of the bed. The pictures changed to something more appropriate and the bear looked a little more content. With that, the doctor moved onto the final step, and Ben paid close attention.

Slowly, the canine smeared lubricant onto his hand and spread it along his father's cock, amply coating him, before he placed a tube-like tool over his cock, connected to a machine at the back by a thin tube. The tool swallowed up his father's member, and its surface was see-through, giving Ben a show of his father's sizeable, 10 inch member. The canine messed with the apparatus for a moment, before it tightened around his father's cock. After a few moments, a moving segment inside the tube began to slide up and down, and his father groaned, leaning his head back.

"What do you think?" The doctor asked, stepping over to the young cub and strapping him in as Ben anxiously looked over at his father.

"I'm scared." Ben whispered, and the canine smiled, empathising with him.

"Does it look scary? It's okay. It's perfectly safe." Even though the doctor assured him, Ben didn't feel all that safe. The canine seemed to sense his unease.

"Do you want me to put anything on for you to help? What do you like?" The canine asked, looking up at the monitor above Ben's head. The bear glanced up at it and frowned, realising rather quickly that he was looking at porn. They must have it on to stimulate people. Ben glanced at the doctor.

"I, um..." He wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Don't know what you like?" The canine asked, and Ben nodded. That was exactly what he was thinking. The canine looked apologetic and let the monitor on what it was.

"I think you might need a little extra to get you going for your first time. Just a precaution, of course."

"What do you--" Before Ben would finish his sentence, he watched as the doctor reached under the table and something clicked. Black bars swung out from either side, and it was there that Ben realised that the cuffs attached to his ankles were connected to the black bar beneath the bed. They bended on a hinge in the middle of the bar, causing it to fold inwards. As they did so, the part connected to the bear's ankle cuffs moved, and by extension, so did his ankles, until he was effectively forced to spread them apart, displaying not only his package, but the pucker hidden beneath. Ben looked anxiously over at his father, who seemed too enthralled in his own session to notice.

"Just a little stimulation, Ben. Don't worry." The doctor assured him, but Ben couldn't help but feel like this was a bad idea. The more they seemed to get into the session, the worse things seemed to get. He watched as the man did more or less the same as he had with his father, albeit with a new pair of gloves. He smeared lubricant onto his gloves fingers, primarily onto his index and middle finger, and he drifted it towards Ben's body. Ben expected him to touch his erection, or at least his bells. Instead, his fingers dipped lower.

"You'll feel a small bit of discomfort," The canine began. "But don't worry, it's normal."

"W--" Ben was about to ask what he meant, but then he felt it. The canine slipped his lubed fingers into the cub's behind with ease, and the boy immediately stiffened. At once, he felt a sharp, searing pain that was quickly dulled by a confusing, strange feeling of pleasure that settled in his stomach. The pleasure couldn't quite remove the discomfort entirely, and the cub squirmed a little, his cheeks growing flushed. It was a weird sensation, one he wasn't sure he liked. He could feel the doctor's fingers moving inside of him, coating his innards with the lubricant, before he drew it back.

"There we go. All ready, but for this." He discarded the gloves and got a fresh pair, lubing up his hand entirely and smearing the substance around the bear's cock, much like he'd done with Ben's father. The boy stared down at his glistening length in the sterile lighting above, and then watched as the doctor took the tube-like tool that everyone else had on. He watched with a degree of anxiety as it was fitted over his cock.

"We just need to calibrate and set you up, and then the session will begin. Okay?" The canine was trying to be nice and ease him into it, but even then he was still going too fast. Ben didn't even have a chance to ask what he was doing with his body before he felt a tight suction around his member, forcing it to stand to attention. He couldn't see between his legs, but felt a prodding at his behind after a moment. He realised the doctor was pushing something into him, and his unused ring stretched to accommodate whatever it was.

"There we are. Let's begin." He pressed a button at the side, and Ben was suddenly hidden with all manner of sensations. Firstly, he felt a warm, heavy vibrating in his behind that made his insides feel like jelly. His stomach quivered and flipped around and his body shuddered from the feeling. Secondly, there was a tight squeezing around his cock that dragged up to his member in such a way that made his cock violently throb, the head of his humanoid member pulsing. A quiet whimper escaped his lips and he curled his toes, overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling. The doctor next to him looked pleased and pressed a button again beneath his table, setting a timer. He turned and left, and Ben watched him go with a scared expression.

It was one thing to masturbate with your own, and another to have someone do it for you, but it was striking different when a machine was doing the work. The scariest part for Ben was the fact that the machine was running on its own script: no-one was in control, no person to stop when things got too rough. Ben quietly chanted to himself that it was fine, that this equipment had likely been used and perfected over many years, yet he couldn't shake that uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that sat alongside the quivering pleasure he felt in his rump. He'd never experienced a feeling so blissful yet so startling at the same time. Every so often, he felt a spike of intense ecstasy shoot up his spine and a moan involuntarily escaped his lips each time.

The rhythmic pumping of his member was doing its job well, or at least Ben assumed so. He looked own towards his father and he could see him ultimately enjoying himself. Ben's gaze cast to the tool around Mike's cock and he could already see the thin film of seed coating the insides of it. He wondered how many times his father had cum already. Probably a few.

It didn't take him long for him to feel similar pleasure to his father: the pumping around his member was methodical and evenly paced, coaxing Ben further and further to his first climax of the session. He found himself squirming just a little as the pleasure in his rump grew more intense the closer he got to orgasm. His innards flexed and squeezed, clamping over the vibrating implement inside of him.

What he felt went far beyond the scope of what he'd expected coming into the session. The all-encapsulating pleasure he felt in his loins began to twist and mould into a hard pressure that made him pant and groan. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations, relished the tight feeling that only seemed to heighten his arousal. It grew tighter and tighter, to the point where his cock physically ached, violently twitching inside of the milking tube.

Then, he felt it. His body shuddered heavily and his muscles relaxed all at once as his cock throbbed and twitched, spurting a plentiful, thick string up against the top of the tube. Immediately, the liquid was swallowed up and sucked into the thin tube above, dragged along to a section behind Ben that he couldn't see. The bear stared down at the apparatus milking his member, little moans escaping his lips during his orgasm. He watched his cock ooze drip after drip of cum, until there was little left. Yet, even when his orgasm faded, the machine kept going.

Ben began to squirm. The afterglow of his pleasure soon turned into discomfort, and discomfort into unbearable sensations. For a 13 year old, being milked far beyond his climax was excruciating, even more so when a machine was calling the shots. Ben let out a gasp and gritted his teeth, his cock overworked beyond its climax. He could feel the numbing pleasure in his loins, but the steady stroking of his member via the innards of the tube made it difficult to focus on it.

It was a discomfort he had to endure for quite some time. It was only after a good 5 minutes or so did the pain subside, and he was met with warm pleasure again. His forehead was clammy with sweat and his toes were curled tightly. His innards spasmed and flexed around the vibrating tool that just made it harder to concentrate. He looked over to his father, who sat there enjoying himself, watching the screen above. Ben began to wonder how his father got through such an ordeal on a regular basis. Did he had some sort of trick, or was it something he'd just gotten used to?

Ben looked up at the monitor above him, greeted to the sight of a feline pumping his member in and out of a woman that lay spread-eagled on a plush, white couch. Ben's nose wrinkled at the sight and he barely felt much of a twitch in his loins. The doctor was right with his assumption: Ben didn't know what he liked yet, but one thing was for sure: despite the discomfort, he was enjoying the vibrating appendage in his behind.

He looked back down to his member again and wasn't sure whether to resign to his fate or try to fight it. The thought of that excruciating pain again made him shudder and he tugged against the wrist cuffs that bound him to the table. He was beginning to see why most of the people who had to 'contribute' to society were bound during the procedure.

He could feel his pleasure rising again and he looked down, breathing heavily through his chest. He could see a thin white film of substance over his cock through the see-through surface of the tube, and guessed it to be the remnants of his last orgasm, spread across his cock. The thick ring that pumped his length dragged from the base of his member up to the head, deliberately sliding roughly over the edge of his glans, but never going past that. His chest began to rise and fall as his insides squeezed again. Was he already going to cum a second time?

It seemed so. Another shaky groan escaped his lips as he felt his pelvis quiver, his cock reaching the point of no return. He tried to push his hips up and rolled his head back. He couldn't deny that the utter ecstasy of his orgasm was intoxicating, almost addicting, but he wasn't sure if the pros outweighed the cons in this scenario. He bit down on his lower lip and grunted to himself as he felt the aching grow more and more intense.

Just like before, it was like a dam had broke inside of him, and a wave of bliss washed over his body like a huge wave. He sighed and rolled his eyes up as his cock twitched inside the tube, and his cum was sucked upwards into tube once more. The bear cub sighed and leant his head back, his fur clammy with moisture, his breathing heavy.

Soon as his orgasm faded, the uncomfortable feeling returned that made him so desperately squirm and pant. He didn't know how long they were into the session, but if he had to guess, they weren't that long at all. The thought of having to endure this for any longer made him whimper, and he turned to his head towards his father, looking around awkwardly.

"D...Dad." He whispered, and heard a grunt in response. Slowly, Mike's head turned to look at him, and he shot him a wide, proud grin.

"You're doing great, son." He assured him, but Ben just squirmed.

"B-But..." He wanted to tell him it hurt. He wanted to tell him that he wanted to stop. But, he saw his father's smile, his happy expression, and he withered at the sight. More than his own discomfort, he feared his father's disappointment. He didn't want him to be dismayed at the thought of his own son refusing to do his duty. The bear looked away from his father and leant his head back, biting down hard on his lip. He would just have to endure it for a bit longer.

One of the questions that Ben should have asked was how long the sessions would take. Unbeknownst to him, the sessions only took an hour, but to him, it felt like an eternity. Orgasm after orgasm racked his body, his cock milked dry, his mouth parched. Every so often, a doctor came around, roughly every 15 minutes, with a glass and a straw so they could have a drink. Staying hydrated was essentially for a more efficient milking output, but sticking an IV into their arms to pump them with saline was simply too much work for volunteers who were only staying for an hour.

By the halfway point, Ben quietly begged to himself for it to be over. His cock felt raw, used. It ached and begged for mercy, but the machine was relentless, and used him as it saw fit. His rear was numb, barely tickled with the pleasure that vibrated against his prostate. It didn't even move back and forth to stimulate him: the only thing that gave him harsh attention was the tube around his member, sucking the liquids from him with reckless abandon. Ben was left a whimper, panting mess by the time it neared the end of the session.

At the 45 minute mark, Ben turned his head to see one of the doctors approaching, going past the various volunteers strapped to tables. A number of them had moved around, left, and some had entered. It seemed they performed an around-the-clock service, or at least during normal working hours. When the doctor finally reached Ben, the cub was whimpering.

"Why are you so distressed, young man?" The doctor asked with a concerned frown as he held out the glass. Ben reached forwards and took a number of plentiful gulped through the straw, thankful that he had something to quench his thirst and wet his dry mouth. He grimaced at the doctor's concerned expression.

"It hurts. You know, when I've..." He trailed off, too embarrassed to describe in detail. Luckily, the doctor seemed to understand.

"It's known as 'Over-stimulation'; an unfortunate by-product of such an efficient procedure," The doctor explained vaguely with an apologetic smile. "It might be scary at first, but you'll get used to the feeling as you come back for more sessions."

He was right. There were more sessions. Ben looked even more dismayed at the thought and that seemed to amuse the doctor, who placed an encouraging hand on the boy's shoulder.

"To contribute at such a young age. You're a brave young man," He smiled, glancing down towards the timer beneath the table. "You've only 15 minutes left. Hang in there."

With that, he patted Ben's shoulder and stepped away, moving onto someone else, namely his father who was next to him. Ben tried to drown them out, but he could hear them talking. His father was always so chatty, and it didn't take him long for the subject of their conversation to move onto his own work in law enforcement. Luckily, their conversation was short: apparently, the doctors didn't like to have length chats with the volunteers during their session, as the distract lowered productivity. The man stepped away and the two were left to continue.

15 minutes. He just had to bear with it, pun unintended, for 15 more minutes. A hiss escaped through his teeth as he felt the sting of discomfort in his loins, his used member weakly twitching within the tube. The cub dreaded how his cock might feel by the time they were done.

He felt another orgasm, and then another. Over the next 15 minutes, his body trembled, his heart raced and his breath grew shaky as the machine squeezed every last drop of cum out of him, milking him for all he was worth. By the time the machine slowed down, the bear was a panting, whimpering mess. He wouldn't call the ordeal traumatic, but he certainly didn't want to do it again.

The ring inside the tube began to slow, until it settled at the base of his cock. Ben felt one word: spent. His chest heaved and he rolled his head back, thankful that it was over. After a few minutes, a doctor came over with a happy smile. Ben watched as he pushed a button and the suction inside the tube suddenly released. Ben's cock almost immediately limped forwards a little, and the doctor slid the tube from his member. Thick strings of cum and lube clung from his member to the tube, and the sight of it made the cub's cheeks flush.

"Let's see...you did pretty well for your first time," The doctor assured him, checking a monitor with statistics that sat behind Ben's head. "You should be proud."

"Right..." Ben sat forwards, and the doctor unbound his wrists and ankles. The weight of Ben's own chubby belly felt a bit alien on him. He slid the appendage from his rump and clenched his muscles. His body felt a little achey.

"Now, you will feel a bit of discomfort," The doctor told him. "But that's normal. Try and get some rest over the next couple of days, okay?"

Ben was glad it was a Friday. He had a sinking feeling he wasn't going to leave his bed tomorrow until late afternoon. A chuckle sounded from his right, and he turned his head to see his father, already unbuckled and sitting on the edge of the table. His erectiong hung half-limp between his legs, coated in a thin film of cum.

"Head through that door at the end and clean up." The doctor pointed, and Mike urged his son along. They headed down the walkway and into a small room with a set of showers on the left hand right. On the right sat a collection of fresh towels and a series of metal trays. Ben spotted his clothes in one of them.

Mike stepped in underneath one of the shower heads, and Ben moved in beside him, keeping his eyes off his father's impressive member, and focused on washing his body. It was nice to feel the warmth of the water against his fur and skin, but he immediately felt a twine of pain against his cock. The heat of the water against his sensitive member certainly didn't feel nice, but it subsided.

"What a good session. I almost beat my personal record." Mike remarked absently to himself. Ben knew immediately that he likely didn't do as well as his father in that department, and whilst the logical side of him attributed that to their age difference, as well as his own lack of experience, the emotional side of him still felt horrible about the ordeal, even more-so that he didn't live up to his father's standards.

However, he felt a hand on his head, ruffling his fur, and he looked up at his father, who sported a happy expression, his chest puffed out.

"You did great, Ben." He spoke softly, and suddenly pulled Ben forwards, pushing the chubby bear up against his chest. He felt his father's arm pressed around his back and the cub's heart swelled. He wrapped his arms around his dad's stomach, glad that they had this private moment.

"I'm proud," The older bear added. "Prouder than I've ever been. But, you're also a man now, Ben. Remember, that comes with responsibilities."

His father let go of him, and Ben knew to step back, retreating back under his own shower. He ran his hands over his arms and smiled to himself.

Responsibilities were fine. He'd even endure the milking sessions, so long as his father was proud.