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[b][u][center]The Seed Collector

Part 7

For Roureem

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

A month of supplements later, Aiden couldn’t deny that they’d had some powerful effects. The white-furred rat stood in front of his mirror, running his hand over his chest and shaking his head at the bulk that pushed back. It’d never been that hard before, and his arms and legs were no less impressive. It was as if years of masculinity and muscle and power had come rushing in just as soon as he committed to the regimen that Dr. Simon had offered him, and it made him look like a stud.

[i]Wonder what Evelyn would have thought if I’d looked like this with her?[/i]

It was an interesting thought, to say the least, but the thing was, it didn’t bring that pang with it that it once did. He didn’t feel that same swell of regret, or pain, or anything else to have her name in his head.

That didn’t mean that he felt good about being broken up, but he no longer felt tortured about it. It was more of a feeling of resignation and acceptance, and maybe he’d get better than that, but for now –

Aiden gently pushed his fingers under his pecs, feeling them lift slightly. There was quite the muscle shelf there now, and it was just firm enough to push back with some resistance as he tried to lift it. The white-furred rat shook his head in disbelief, bringing his other hand behind his head and scratching.

“This…shouldn’t be possible.”

Even a month of exercise in the gym with the best supplements shouldn’t have gone this far. Oh, he was sure that he’d have gains, but this…

Something was going on with the supplements, he was sure of it. Whatever Simon was peddling, the panther sure as hell wasn’t pushing some basic little vitamin pill or something like that. There was something powerful in the supplements, and there had to be some reason that he was as generous as he was about it. He couldn’t imagine that the sperm clinic actually pulled its weight with keeping the panther afloat financially, and he doubted that he was getting that much back with the various vitamin sales and referrals.

[i]Something’s up. Something’s wrong.[/i]

Aiden stepped away from the mirror, feeling the shift and sway of his balls between his legs. He still had to remind himself to widen his steps sometimes; the sheer heft down there was as new as the muscles, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Rats were naturally well-endowed when it came to testicle-size, but this…this was something different.

He fondled himself as he walked from the bathroom to the living room, feeling the way that the skin was loose and limp, drooping down more than it used to. Once, that would have been how his balls were after a long shower or being in a hot room, but these days, they were just…like that. Heavy, low-hanging, making him conscious of them almost all the time, and making a damn nuisance of themselves when he was in the gym or somewhere that required a lot of movement. If he wasn’t taking care all the time –

He paused, adjusting them as he was about to sit on the couch. He’d sat on them once, once, and that was more than enough to teach him a lesson to never do it again.

Aiden got comfortable on the couch, leaning forward and staring down his body. The fact that he was as…well, built as he was getting was just insane. He had never been more than average, but now? Now, he could have passed as an ultra stud rat, and one that could have had his pick of any number of females.

[i]Or males.[/i]

Blushing, he rubbed his cheek as he remembered some of the thoughts he’d started having of the other guys down at the gym. Nothing sufficient to get him to actually pursue them, but…

Well, suffice to say, it wasn’t that hard to get off to thoughts of those asses these days. He saw a lot more naked man-ass than he did females, and…well, ass was ass, wasn’t it? He didn’t have to think about what he’d do with them, and…

God, he was just running his brain in circles.

Leaning back on the couch, Aiden folded his hands over his crotch and looked at the ceiling. He could still see Simon, that green-eyed panther, staring back at him in his mind’s eye. The feline’s hand outstretched, a prescription between his fingers, another smile and question about whether he’d be back next week to make a donation…

“He’s up to something,” Aiden muttered. “But what?”

That was the question, and it wasn’t one that he could answer from here. The fact was, Simon was responsible for making him bigger, stronger, more powerful and more manly than he had ever been in his life…but the panther clearly had something that he wanted in return.

[i]But what? Cum?[/i]

Couldn’t be that. Even with the richest women in the world, there was no way that the clinic would be making enough money to keep their doors open. And hell, Simon could have gotten their sperm for any number of reasons. Most guys would have been more than willing to jerk off in a cup just for a bit of free porn that they hadn’t seen just yet. It would have been far cheaper to just go down to a local frat-house and push them for a few people that were willing to do the same.

[i]So why the pills? Why the clinic? Why the machine? Why everything?[/i]

He didn’t know.

The only lead he had, other than Simon himself and the mysterious things that he said, were the other frat-bros that seemed to have the same sort of deal with the panther. If he could talk to them –

No. If he could talk to Jeran. He remembered the gray-furred rat from that party where he’d met Neil. There’d been something there, something that the other man had known and was being quiet about. If he could just get Jeran to talk to him, if he could get the full story out of him, maybe –

No. No, he had to get something. All he had to do was get Jeran alone at the party, and he’d be able to get him to talk. They were rats, fellow rats. There had to be some sort of solidarity there.

[i]And there was a party coming up, wasn’t there?[/i]

Right, right. He’d seen a couple of days ago last time he’d gone down to the clinic and looked at the notice board. Some new paper had gone up. Should be…

[i]Today?[/i]

Aiden wished that he’d been clearheaded enough to take a picture of the board before leaving, but he was almost sure that it had to be today. Fridays and Saturdays were always party-days, since Sunday was usually the time college students spent recovering after wild weekends, and he doubted that the doctor would be pushing it all the way to Saturday to compete with all the other parties running down the block. It’d be today.

[i]Here’s hoping Jeran is actually there…[/i]

#

He arrived at the frat-house and found…nothing. No music, no lights, no sour smell of beer and other booze. The only person he saw was Neil, the otter that had helped him figure out that he actually was able to get off with men, and that otter had his head down and sweeping the front step of the frat-house.

Aiden looked over his shoulder, thinking about going home, but…well, he was already here. He might as well ask.

“Hey!”

The otter looked up. Neil laughed, pulling his cap back over his head and waving.

“Hey you! Long time, no see. What brings you ‘round, bro?”

“I was just thinking – wasn’t there going to be a party tonight?”

“Tonight? Nah, man, that’s tomorrow. Saturday’s the shit, you know.”

“Oh…”

So, he had gotten it wrong. Maybe there was less influence from Simon than he thought if they were still running those kinds of parties on Saturday; the college students would prefer it, even if the higher-ups wouldn’t. He rubbed the back of his head.

“Right, sorry. I just – I got the days mixed up. You know – uh – I’m going to go home now.”

“Hey, you’re already here, why not come in and hang out?” Neil asked, leaning the broom against the building. “Gives me an excuse to relax for a bit, man. Come on, got a few beers chilling and we can catch a show or something. Hey, if you’re in the mood for something more, we could do that, too.”

“Uh, just the show, thanks.”

Aiden was halfway up the steps before he realized he’d changed his mind so easily. Oh, he wasn’t going to have sex with Neil, that wasn’t even close to being on the table, but the fact that he was willing to stick around rather than run back to his apartment was…different for him. He was so used to not having anything to pull him out of it except his ex –

But she wasn’t part of his life anymore, was she? She wasn’t even a significant other, not the way that some couples stayed in each other’s lives after they split up. She had gone off and left him in the lurch, and now…

Now, he was his own man. And that meant that he needed to find his own people. If Neil wanted to have his company for a bit, then the rat was happy to give it. The otter might not have been that bright, far as he could tell, but he was a nice guy, and he was bubbly and friendly, and that was something that he didn’t really have enough of in his life.

And, he wouldn’t lie, there was something kinda hot about being stared at the way that Neil liked staring at him. The otter had been the bigger, stronger, more muscular of the two of them the last time that he’d been here, but all the supplements had made a hell of a difference. The gap still favored Neil a bit, but not by such a huge margin.

It felt good to be competitive, at least, as he crossed the threshold of the frat-house and joined the otter on the couch.

“What are you up for?” Neil asked, flicking through the options on the TV. “Horror? Reality show? Skin-shows?”

“…That another word for porno?” he asked.

“Heh, you know it.”

“Anything good for reality shows these days?”

“Heh, couple of things. Want me to pick one?”

“You know what, sure. Go for it.”

They leaned back against the couch, and Aiden chuckled as Neil brought up a show about beach-goers and gym-bunnies. It wasn’t much of a reality show as far as he could tell; it was like some sort of mix of competitive weight-lifting combined with modeling the muscles that they gained, and the show was divided between the building-up, the specific diets and plans that the various competitors were using, and then the walk.

Not a runway walk, but a beach-walk, one that showed off just how glistening they were, how well-oiled they were under the sun, and…

Well, he couldn’t deny that they were showing off quite a bit of ass and quite a bit of bulge. His cheeks burned as he watched a wolf walk down the sand-way, his hips thrust forward ever so slightly and showing off just how much meat he had shoved down that speedo.

“Are they always like this?” Aiden asked.

“Oh, this is the first season. They were seeing what they could get away with.”

“Did they…get in trouble?”

“Nope. They went harder in the next season, heh.”

[i]By doing what? Walking naked?![/i]

Because that was about as much more as he imagined that they could do with the way that they showed off almost everything as it was. Those speedos were all but yoinked between the cheeks, held pinched between them and showing off everything, while the front was pulled tight to sheaths and cocks and –

[i]Oh, boy…[/i]

One of the wolf’s balls just about dropped out of one side before he saved it, but the sheer size of them both was still quite obvious. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to stare too much, but…

Well, Neil was staring. Hell, the otter was all but jerking himself off with how much he was groping himself. Aiden couldn’t bring himself to go that far, but he allowed himself the ‘luxury’ of resting his hand on his crotch…and giving his twitching dick a few squeezes, as well. It wasn’t like Neil would judge him.

The show continued, passing on to the next episode, when –

“So, you gonna go hit up the clinic sometime?” Neil asked.

“Huh?”

“The clinic. You know, that thing that Simon runs.”

“Oh, right. That. Sorry, I thought you meant some kind of STD thing or something,” Aiden said, rubbing the back of his head. “Uh, maybe. It kinda depends on how I’m feeling, I guess.”

“Heh, sure. I mean, hey, your body, your choice. Just saying that it’s pretty damn fun to hit it up.”

“You, uh…donate?”

“Sometimes. I like the big guy. He’s a fun one.”

“I…see…”

It was hard to imagine that people would find Simon that ‘fun’ in the grand scheme of things, but Aiden didn’t have much experience to speak with. Hell, he’d only just found out that he liked guys at all, so he couldn’t exactly judge other people about the types of guys that they liked. That just seemed guaranteed to come back around and bite him in the ass, and he had enough trouble on his plate.

He looked back at the TV. Despite the eye candy on screen, he had to admit that it was hard to focus now that Simon had been brought up. That panther seemed to just live rent-free in his brain whenever he was brought up, and he honestly had no idea of how to deal with that. All he knew was that he just…

[i]Those eyes…[/i]

There was something about Simon’s eyes that always came back to him. Green, glowing, and somehow more powerful than they should be, they were just eye-catching and memorable. He couldn’t think of the doctor without thinking of those eyes boring into him, as if they were looking for secrets or something. A shiver ran down his spine; he needed to do something to distract himself.

“I’m going to get a drink,” he muttered.

“Beer’s in the fridge, but I’d get water from down the hall,” Neil said, leaning around the couch as the rat stood up. “Sink’s a little shit right now.”

“Thanks for the advice.”

Shaking his head, he walked toward the back of the frat-house. The last thing that he wanted in his system right now was booze, because he was sure that if he got drunk, he’d do something that his sober-self would regret. He was barely keeping ahead of things as it was, and he wasn’t going to give whatever was going on in the back of his head that little extra advantage. Not right now. Not with someone so willing and nice as Neil was.

It bothered him, too. Everyone else was so taken with Simon, and the thing was, he could see why. The panther was hard to resist, and he was charming in his own domineering way, and there was something mysterious and fascinating about him all the time. There was no denying any of those facts.

But there was something else about him, something that tickled the back of Aiden’s mind and made him less than sure that he could trust the feline. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something –

Thump.

He blinked, looking up. That had come from upstairs. But Neil said that there was nothing going on today.

“The hell…”

Aiden walked around to the stairs, his eyes still glued to the ceiling. As the rat took the stairs up, he heard another thump, almost like two people being thrown around a room. That couldn’t be right, though. Had someone broken in, or –

Another thump. He picked up speed, running for the top floor. Rounding the corner, he rushed for the open doorway and –

And froze, his eyes as wide as they could go and not entirely believing the scene laid out before him.

“Heh, looks like you’ve finally been beaten, ‘hero,’” Simon said, the panther standing over Jeran, his foot on the rat’s bare chest. “Such a pity; and here I thought that you could last a little bit longer against me. But it seems that your resistance is just so much talk, after all.”

[i]The fuck…the fuck…the fuck?[/i]

As if it wasn’t weird enough to hear the doctor talking like he was some villain out of a fantasy story, he was [i]naked.[/i] Hell, they both were, him and Jeran. The gray-furred rat was flat on his ass, groaning as the panther kneaded his chest with a bare foot, toes sliding through his fur and up to his chin to pin him to the ground.

[i]What…the fuck…[/i]

“You might have knocked me down, but you won’t get what you want from me,” Jeran grunted, huffing. “You think…you think that you can just claim my seed?”

[i]…The fuck?[/i]

“Oh, I will claim whatever I want from you, little rat. The fact that you haven’t lost your mind merely means that you have more resistance than most. You are not invulnerable. Sooner or later, your seed will submit to me and cum when I call. Heh. Look at that…”

The gray rat’s cock was already rising, throbbing upward. As Simon stepped on it, bending it down, it throbbed all the harder, and Aiden bit his lips as he heard Jeran grunt and huff under his breath.

“Look at that. Already bowing to its real owner.”

“Fuck…fuck you…”

“Oh, you will. You will.”

Simon’s voice was softer, subtler than it usually was in the clinic, but for all that it was slightly harder to hear, it was…oddly sensual to listen to it like this. Every time that he made another threat, Aiden felt like it was directed at him, and a strangely arousing chill ran right down his spine as he imagined being in the other rat’s position. Despite all the power that he’d gained from the supplements, all the muscle and bulk, he felt like he could have been there, no argument in the slightest.

[i]Oh wow…oh wow…[/i]

And it didn’t help that, as Simon turned, pacing around the fallen rat, that they were both well-hung. He knew that Jeran was – there’d been little avoiding that when they were talking before, considering the goth biker didn’t do much to hide his meat when they were talking in the hall – but he didn’t know that the panther had such…such heft down there. Not like a monster in length, but certainly wide, and heavy-looking, the kind of cock that would break a hole if it was given half a chance.

He swallowed, creeping closer almost against his will, unable to believe that he was doing what he was doing. This was just…just a game between them, as far as he could tell. There were no bruises, no real breakage.

[i]Is this some kind of –[/i]

“So…you gonna ride my dick or what?” Jeran asked.

“Mmmm, breaking the spirit of the roleplay, are we?” Simon chuckled. “Do I need to get you back in character?”

“Heh, consider me the hero that doesn’t know when to – mmmph!”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

Roleplay. Okay. That was a bit better, slightly more reassuring, particularly considering that Simon had just stepped on the rat’s cock again, this time pinning it against his belly. The panther leaned over his prey, chuckling deep in his throat.

“And look at you. Throbbing. Twitching, gasping. Begging for it…Imagine what you would be like before an audience to see the hero fall.”

[i]Does he know?[/i]

No, no way. Neither of them had even looked at him. There was no way that they knew he was standing in the hallway staring –

“You’d blow your load even faster. Surrendering your seed, your cock given up to me, showing me just how far down the rabbit hole you’ve fallen. So eager to surrender to your demons…to me…”

[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

He was panting so hard that he was amazed that neither of them could hear him, but the display had him so rock-hard that he couldn’t look away. He just stood there, slowly kneeling down, one hand kneading against the front of his pants and cupping his cock. Fuck, fuck he was so hard, and he was –

Yep, dripping. Dripping away in his pants, marking the front with pre-cum and leaving himself altogether well-exposed for what he was doing. He bit his lips, wondering if he dared try and leave now, but –

“Now, you’ll give me what I came for…”

Simon turned, and Aiden held his breath as the green-eyed, black-furred feline turned on his heel. The cat straddled the rat, his cock bobbing, his tail twitching, but his eyes were still turned back to face the gray rodent. He slowly sat down, and Aiden couldn’t help but keep groping his cock to the show.

[i]Fuck…fuck…if that was me…[/i]

If that had been him, he didn’t know if he would have been able to hold back as Simon just sat down, pressing that throbbing cock between his cheeks. No penetration, just…domination, the cheeks spreading just enough for the head to slide between and then clenching tight. Jeran grunted, arching his back against the ground, trying and failing to get his dick between the cheeks.

“Ah, ah, ah…”

“Fuck…”

“You’re going to give me what I came here for, Jeran. Whether you want to…or not…”

“Nnngh…let’s see…if the demon can withstand…the hero’s final weapon!”

“Mmm, I think I will. But let us see…if you can survive using it.”

Aiden couldn’t look away as the panther pushed down, popping the tip of the other rat’s cock into his ass. He could almost see it, feel it, hear it as it went in, and he shivered as he watched the panther just slide down. He groped himself, squeezing through his pants, all but jerking himself off through his pants to the show. It was almost like he could feel that ass around his cock, or at least, he imagined that he could, feeling it sliding down from the tip to the base. Down, down, down, that heated grip clenching around him.

Finally, Simon stopped at the bottom. Jeran panted, moaned, his eyes rolled back.

“Mmmm, not looking too heroic back there…”

“You haven’t…claimed…my seed yet…”

“Oh, but I shall. We are very close now…”

“Rrrr…demon…”

“A demon knows what mortal souls crave, after all…and you, little hero, have fallen many times before. Just as your friends have, and as everyone else will…”

[i]God, this is an intense…a very intense roleplay…[/i]

He kept squeezing, stroking, tugging his cock to the show, unable to look away as the panther started riding Jeran properly. Up, down, up, down, those lean muscles in the feline’s core and down his legs showing themselves as he moved.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Each time that he reached the tip of the rat’s cock, Simon swiveled his hips, taking his time to really show off how flexible he was. His hole clenched, that little pink ring squeezing tight around the head before going down again, all the way to the base.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Aiden kept squeezing his cock, stroking and pulling at it as much as he dared without pulling his pants down. He was so horned up that he couldn’t think, his head spinning as he watched the show. The panther showed no hesitation, no discomfort. And yet, that throbbing cock declared his pride, his pure power as the one in charge of the situation. There was no shame to the feline for taking a dick despite having such a big one himself.

Until that moment, Aiden had thought that anyone that took a dick had to be a bottom, a soft, weak thing that didn’t have any real agency. This show, this display, proved him completely and utterly wrong. If there was one thing that Simon was, it was in-charge. The doctor had the rat eating out of the palm of his hand, giving him exactly what he wanted.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Up.

Down.

The soft smack, smack, smack of flesh on flesh was getting louder, and he could hear the soft grunts from Jeran getting more and more desperate. The rodent was barely holding back now, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he moaned for more. His mouth hung open, his eyes clenched tight, and his balls were starting to rise up.

“That’s it. Give me what you’ve been holding back. It’s been too long since you’ve given your demon his seed,” Simon whispered. “Shoot it into me…show me what you are, ‘hero.’ Show me how broken I’ve made you.”

“Nnngh…nnngh…”

“Give it to me.”

“MMMPH!”

Jeran finally gave up the ghost, thrusting his hips up one last time. His balls pulled tight, and Aiden held his breath as he watched the panther moan, his tail going up and his back arching against the rat’s hips. There was a sudden look of bliss on that green-eyed face, and –

And he realized that Simon was looking straight at him. He didn’t know how long the other man had been staring at him, but he’d been spotted. The realization that he’d been seen, the knowledge that he hadn’t been chased off, that they’d been [i]performing[/i] for him, and he’d never noticed, was enough to embarrass him…and thrill him.

He had stopped stroking his cock, but it wasn’t enough to keep that orgasm at bay. He bit his tongue to keep from moaning as he came in his pants, spilling his cum through his underwear, spreading the stain through the inside of his clothes. It was such a hot, wet, slimy mess, and he couldn’t help but blush up a storm as the panther kept watching him do it. Those green eyes, those powerful green eyes, never looked away.

[i]Oh god…oh fuck…oh shit…[/i]

“Very good,” Simon said, and Aiden didn’t know if the cat was talking to him or to Jeran. “You did exactly what I asked…”

Aiden was done. He backed away, one quiet step after another, and then ran down the stairs. He didn’t know what had just happened, but he knew that it was a hell of a lot more intense than he had signed up for. As he ran through the living room, Neil looked up, only to lean around the couch as the rat kept moving.

“Hey, hey, where you going?”

“Home.”

“What’s the matter? Hey, Aiden, what’s the matter?”

The rat didn’t have an answer. What the hell was he supposed to say? That he’d gone upstairs and gotten a free porn show and didn’t like the ending? God, that would have been weirder still.

He moved almost mechanically down the street, not quite running, but moving at speed as he made his way down the sidewalk. The whole way, he could [i]feel[/i] those eyes still staring at him. Those bright green eyes, staring, holding him in place, keeping him from looking away as he came in his pants.

His pants.

His cum.

He whimpered as he realized that the stain was still there. Even if Neil hadn’t seen it as he ran by, he’d been on the sidewalk and had gone past at least three other college students before he’d finally come to his senses. Untucking his shirt and pulling it down, he managed to cover the worst of the stains and kept on moving.

[i]It was a roleplay. Just a roleplay. They even – they said it was a roleplay, both of them.[/i]

And the dialogue had been cheesy enough that he entirely believed that, but at the same time, the very idea of that whole situation…

Demons didn’t exist. Aiden knew that, the whole world knew that. Demons weren’t real, they didn’t just come to earth and look for cum, and they didn’t present themselves as sexy panthers with bright green eyes. Whatever was going on between them, there was probably a completely understandable explanation about it. And besides, demons didn’t peddle vitamins and supplements, either, so it didn’t even answer that question about what the fuck was going on.

[i]Then why are you running away?[/i]

That…was a question that Aiden didn’t have an answer to. He didn’t even know if he was afraid of what he had seen. More than anything, he just didn’t know what to do about it, or how it made him feel. Because he was pretty sure that most normal people didn’t get off to watching their doctor and a new acquaintance hump away until one of them damn near came their brains out from the process.

His cheeks burned thinking about that, and he forced himself to keep moving. Some part of him wondered if it would be a good idea to cancel his appointments with the clinic, but at the same time, he knew that he wouldn’t. There were too many good things that he got out of going there, and his body had gotten much…healthier since he started taking the supplements. There was something to whatever it was that Simon was pushing, and…

[i]Maybe I’m just being a bit…bigoted about it. I mean…I didn’t think I was bi before…maybe…maybe I’m just dealing with internal homophobia…[/i]

It was a bullshit excuse, but it was the first thing that sounded even vaguely reasonable on the whole walk home, so he seized on it. It was all down to him being a little uncomfortable with seeing two people actually go at it in front of him. That was all. Just something that he needed to be better about. Nothing wrong with them, just one more thing that was wrong with him.

He'd told himself that enough times that it was all too easy to believe that there was just one more thing wrong with him now. He’d get better about it. He’d get better. And at least Simon had been good enough not to blame him for running off with something new. He should show the panther a little gratitude next time he had an appointment.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Aiden is still lost with what’s going on, and is trying to figure out what’s happening to him and others.

Tags: M/M, Voyeurism, Panther, Rat, Otter, College, Fraternity, Cock Milking, Cum, Orgasm, Anal, Teasing, Foot Play, Series,