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Being Mom's Partner

Part 3

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

After his night with Mistress Moxie - who had included both her name and her title into the little black book for his edification - he found himself referred to a few other well-off, well, 'patrons.' They were eager for the chance to see someone new on the scene, particularly after she talked him up a bit. He had hoped that he hadn't been disappointing, but if he was, Moxie hadn't spread any bad opinions about. If anything, she might have complimented him overmuch.

Beep, beep, beep.

Iggy groaned, rolling over in the hotel bed as he reached for his phone. It was morning, alright, morning and almost too late for him to leave on time. Not to get somewhere, but to leave before his current client had a wife scheduled to come home. He rolled sideways, looking back at the fox that was still reclining, morning wood pushing up the sheets and leaving them stained with a bit of pre-cum. The fox pulled a monocle over one eye, smiling.

"A fine ride, young one," the older male said. "I look forward to our next encounter."

"Me too, sir."

"Now, make sure that you don't drip. You should have just enough time to shower and get dressed before the missus comes back."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for the time, sir."

"That's a good lad."

The fox had been a nice enough client. Fairly vanilla compared to what Mistress Moxie made him do, but all things considered, that was a relief after the last few days. It turned out that roleplaying as his mother was the most vanilla thing that he could have done for that wolf, and for the others that he met up with.

God...I didn't expect someone to make me bend over for their dog...

That had been an experience and a half. And an awakening about enjoying knots, he supposed. That was definitely new, and something that he hoped to enjoy from other canines in the future.

But it hadn't stopped there. Everyone that he'd applied for, giving them a free night, had wanted to test him in a different way. Even the fox, behind him, had essentially gone through the night as a different incest game. A whole lot of daddy stuff, and while it wasn't that hard to keep that role in mind, Iggy had to admit that it was a little weird for him. It was one thing to fuck his mom, but to beg his 'daddy' to fuck him...it just felt weird.

He took a quick shower, making sure to drag all the old fox cum out of his ass - the old man had been very eager to get that in deep - and by the time he was done, he knew that he'd still need to get a second shower at home. Washing his hair wasn't going to happen this morning, but at least he wouldn't be dripping into his pants.

As he pulled the rubber trousers on, his phone rang. He pulled it up, answering it immediately as he had learned to do. However, he forgot to check the number, and stumbled over the greeting.

"Hello, Ma-mi-um..."

"Heh, you didn't label my number yet, 'Ailsa'?"

Mistress Moxie. He groaned under his breath, keeping the sound from going through, but only barely. He should have guessed that she'd be calling him this early. He kept pulling his pants on, fighting to get them over his slippery legs. Rubber and wet skin didn't always like each other.

"How are you doing, Mistress?"

"Oh, well enough. Just on my way to a meeting."

"Did you need me to meet you there for a before-meeting quickie?"

"Not today, slut. I just wanted to check how you liked Franklin."

Iggy paused, making sure that the door was closed. When there was no sound of someone listening at it, he answered.

"He's okay, but a little...old for me."

"Heh, that's your complaint?"

"And the daddy stuff."

"Well, you only promised him a night, yes?"

"His name's not in the book yet, no."

"Then that's fine. You got fucked, he got a night that he needed, and you don't owe each other anything. Pity about that, though; I thought you'd get the old codger out of that nest of denial."

Iggy shrugged. He didn't want to be a homewrecker, even though he enjoyed the whoring aspect of the whole thing. All things considered, he was good with leaving it where it was. It was better than trying to take the reins with someone else.

"So, anything else?" he asked as he pulled his shirt on.

"Just making sure that you're still available for the day after tomorrow. I am going to need SUCH a dicking, then."

"Yeah, I'm free."

"That's a quick answer. Did you check your calendar?"

"Don't need to. Not enough clients for that, yet."

"Hmmm..."

He groaned. He knew that note. He knew that exact note, as a matter of fact; it was the sound of disappointment. Iggy sighed.

"What?"

"I thought that you'd be a little more...eager. More willing to go out and get clients. I guess the apple fell further from the tree than I thought."

"That's not fair."

"You know your mom would be doing so much more than this."

"But would she be doing it as well?"

"Probably."

"...Dammit."

"I'll do you one more favor, kid. But after that, you gotta start finding your own. And if you don't have a network of clients, good luck finding people on your own. You're not that good at marketing, yet."

That was...unfortunately true. Almost all of his clients had come from them talking to each other, with some of the old ones talking about how they had gotten a good lay and getting their friends interested the next time that he had come around. That wasn't going to work the same way when it came to getting clients this time around.

He looked down at the black and gold notebook that was supposed to hold his clients and their contact information. He had managed to get Mistress Moxie, and one other. The one other wasn't going to be that reliable - maybe a two-meeting-a-month kind of client, due to the military work that he did - and that meant that he was going to be getting less than was immediately useful. $10k a month was good, but Mistress Moxie had made it clear that unless he improved, she was dropping her $8k down to $4k for the next month, and $6k wasn't going to be enough to keep the bills paid, particularly with the massive loss that they were looking at with the kitchen.

He couldn't keep turning down clients the way that he had, and there was no point in going back to Franklin now. The fox wasn't going to give him a good deal now that they were done, even though he was clearly hoping for a second round. He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Alright. I'll try and do better."

"You'll have to, kid. There's only so much that we can do for you."

"I just said I would. Who's the new guy?"

"Doctor Wilbur Pasterson."

"Never heard of him."

"He's a doctor at the city university, tenure. He'll be waiting for you at the science labs on campus tonight."

That meant another night away from home and away from his mom. He didn't like it, but he knew that there wasn't a lot of choice in the matter, either. There was so much that needed to be done, and if he declined this one, then he was going to be in the deep shit.

Okay. One more. One more, and if it doesn't work...

Well, then he'd be in trouble, but he'd figure a way out of it. He always did. He was good at that. His mom said.

"Anything else I should know?" he asked.

"Just be ready for weird shit."

"You're saying that?"

"Hey, I still have some standards. I'm not sure he does."

"Did you just save the worst for last or something?"

"You were the one that started telling the others to fuck off. Blame yourself, not me."

That wasn't really how it had gone, but he supposed that there was no arguing with her. There was enough truth to it that he didn't want to try and make a point at the moment, anyway. Sighing, he ended the call, shaking his head and getting his stuff together. It was time to get home for what little time he had.

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He knew that someone else was there the minute he opened the door, and he sighed. If his mom was busy, he might as well just get his shower and head out again; she didn't like being interrupted while working. Yet, at the same time, he wanted to at least check in with her. If she was not busy, then he could at least give her a hug before getting back to...

God, is this how it's going to be?

The street-walking had been more fun than this, at least. It wasn't that this was outright bad, but it did expose him to all the weird things that the clients out there wanted and wouldn't usually ask for. The fact that he'd been asked to commit bestiality showed that much; no normal client would have asked for that.

He knew that he was doing this to get more money, and he knew that he could do it. He was more starting to wonder if he wanted to stay at this level. Maybe it was time to admit that there were things that he couldn't do as well as his mom did. Maybe he should just admit that he should stay a street-walker whore and go back to that.

The minute the thought crossed his mind, though, he wanted to throw it out again. Some level of pride had managed to stick around, and if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He wasn't going to quit.

Not yet, at least.

He smiled to himself, making his way through the house. The rubber pants squeaked a bit as he walked, and they announced him before he could as he walked into the living room. His mom was on the couch, but there was someone else there, too. Someone lying over her leg and lap.

Iggy blinked at the sight of a full-grown black cat. Not the sort of feral housecat, either, but a naked anthro one, one that had been stripped and then paddled, and now was collared and petted. He blinked again as his mom looked back at him, only to hold a finger to her lips.

"Quiet, dear," she whispered. "He's napping."

"Client?" he asked.

"No, renter."

"...What?"

"He's renting out a little kennel in the back," she said. "Just for the next month or so. He's paying by the night."

"And...he's in here...naked...because..."

"Oh, he's paying for that, too," she said, rubbing the cat's head, keeping him asleep and purring. "It's part of the service."

"..."

"How are you, dear?"

"Um...not the best, but...making it work, I guess?" he said, leaning against the back of the couch as he did. This was weird, but oddly enough, not the weirdest thing that he had come in to see. "Just trying to not be too picky, I guess."

"That's the problem when you're first starting out, isn't it?" She nodded knowingly. "All that work, all the people that want you, but you can't really turn down the nasty ones without chasing all of them away."

"Reputation for being too difficult."

"Too snotty."

"Too prudish."

"Too bossy."

"Haven't had that one yet," Iggy admitted.

"That's because you're a bottom, dear."

"Heh, with everyone except Moxie."

"Oh ho ho, what's that bitch getting you to do?"

"I think she calls me her 'dick-bitch.'"

"Mmmm, stuffing her full of your cocks, huh? Well, make sure that you tell her that Ailsa says hello...and to get fucked."

He smiled. That sounded like his mom, alright. He would have to remember to do that when they met up next.

For now, though, he needed to figure out how he was going to handle this Doctor Wilbur Pasterson. He rubbed the back of his head, trying to make himself okay with this.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever think that the clients got kinda...weird?"

"You mean with all the black book stuff?" He nodded. "A bit. Some of them were a bit much for me."

"Um, how many of them? Like, percentage wise?"

"I'd say about ten percent?"

Which was a far cry from the eighty percent that he had been hitting. He sighed, lowering his head to the couch.

"Great."

"Hey, hey. You're just starting. Yes, you're going to have to say yes, but you know what that'll do?"

"What?"

"It'll make you ready for everything. Get through the muck, get through the shit - not literally, but you get the point - and you'll be able to take anything that a client can throw at you. Mommy will be looking out for you, but I don't think you need her to."

He looked up, saw her smile, and that was all that he needed. Iggy smiled back, nuzzling her, before stepping towards the stairs.

"I'm going to get a shower."

"And then?"

"Then I'm going to get a new name in the notebook."

"That's my boy."

The university campus was just what he expected after-hours: dull, dark, and quiet. There were no clubs going this late at night, and this Doctor Pasterson was probably hard at work with some experiment most days. Tonight, however, he imagined that it was going to be rather different.

He followed Mistress Moxie's directions to the biology department, found the one lab with a light on, and peered through the window. A Komodo dragon in a white lab coat stood at one of the tables inside, a vial in one hand and a small wriggling thing in a pair of tweezers in the other.

Well, that bodes well...

Not. Iggy braced himself, then opened the door. His rubber pants were pulled up a bit tighter, and he wore a different top, something that looked a bit more student-like rather than something more servant-like. The Komodo dragon turned, his larger frame pulling at his sweater and shirt below the lab coat.

"Hmm? Oh, you must be...Iggy, yes?" the reptile asked, gray-green scales lighting up with his slight smile. "Pardon the distraction. I was getting some work done for tomorrow."

"No worries, sir."

"Oh, please. Call me Doctor."

"Alright, Doctor." He smiled, making sure that it didn't look as forced as it felt. "How can I serve you tonight?"

"That's the spirit. I need someone to experiment on."

...Oh boy.

"I'm always willing to experiment with some new kinks, Doctor, but maybe you can tell me a little more."

"I love finding someone willing. Alright. Now, you see this little bugger?"

The Komodo dragon held out the tweezers, giving Iggy the chance to get a good, close look at whatever the thing was. It had a vaguely worm-like appearance, though it was definitely something more slender and more whip-like than the earthworms that he was used to getting a glimpse of. It had more of a needle-like look, and it wriggled faster than anything that size he had seen before.

"The name won't mean anything to you, but I call it the Wriggler. It has a bad habit of trying to get into people."

"Into them...how?"

"Oh, any way that they can. Usually anally, but often through the urethra, as well," the Komodo said, looking away from Iggy just long enough for the young stingray to have a wince. "But it always kills them. No harm ever comes to the host. Well, not usually. And when it does, it's not harmful, really."

"Um...maybe you could be more specific, Doctor?"

"Oh, sure. You have an interest in parasites?"

Not really, but I like knowing what's going to happen to my body. Nevertheless, he nodded, and then realized that he'd just volunteered twenty minutes of his time he wasn't going to get back. He bit off a sigh, leaning enticingly against the table as he listened for anything pertinent.

It turned out that the Wriggler was not meant for the bodies of species that walked on two legs. Compared to the normal hosts that it had in the wild, they were a little too...cold. The smaller animals that they usually infested had a higher body temperature, and a faster-beating heart. Their cooler bodies actually starved the Wrigglers of the heat that they needed to survive, so they would quickly die of hypothermia inside of them. Considering where they went, they were usually quickly removed, too.

That said, the actual effects of the Wriggler were...potent. It exuded a chemical from its skin that hyper-sensitized nerve endings. Normally, this was used to ensure that the creature that it was infesting didn't get out of the way, too paralyzed by the feeling it was getting to actually bother to pull back. On them, however, on two-legged people, they should have just enough to keep moving and enjoying themselves.

Particularly if they had someone to help them.

"And that's why I need someone like you, Iggy. I need someone that will let me do a few things that -"

"Completely break the school code of ethics?"

"Pretty much." Doctor Pasterson smiled. "You willing?"

"I'm...good for this."

And surprisingly, he was. He had expected something honestly quite a bit worse than this, and when it came down to allowing someone to put a worm in his ass or up his cock, the fact that this one would come out on its own made it quite a bit better than the other things that might send him to the clinic.

"Want me to get stripped?"

"Please. I'll get the case."

Case?

He decided that it was better not to ask. He shrugged, pulling his shirt off, then his pants, soon standing naked in the middle of the room. As he rubbed at his genital slit, encouraging his cocks to come free, the Komodo dragon hummed and pulled at something from the wall on the other side of the room. Iggy ignored him, working instead on getting his cocks up and hard, and then using his pre-cum to start rubbing around his rim. Better to get that nice and slippery, just in case -

"Here we go."

Thunk.

Iggy's eyes went wide as he stared into a case of literally hundreds of Wrigglers. They slithered over and around each other, around heated rocks and through the case. The doctor pulled at one side of it, opening a little slat that was just above the layers of worms.

"You can put your cocks in here. Just thrust through a few times, and you should get a couple."

"Holy..."

"You can handle that, right?"

"Um...yeah...Yeah, I think I can."

"Great. I've been wanting to run a scene - I mean, an experiment like this for a long time."

"I'm sure..."

"Just make sure that you're paying attention. A good subject is ready for the debrief after."

"Pretty sure that I've been de-briefed, already."

"Ha! Good one, young man, good one."

The Komodo dragon smacked his ass, and Iggy approached the container. His cocks were throbbing already from his self-ministrations, and he knew that they looked like he was a lot more interested in this than he actually was. The idea of having parasites wriggling down his cock was not something that he'd ever considered before, but...well, now that he was standing here...

Well...at least I'll figure out if I like sounding or not.

The stingray held his cocks together as he approached the opening. Out of the corner of his eye, he could just make out the reptile pulling his pants open, fishing out a cock that was already rock-hard. He groaned under his breath, knowing that this was going to be one hell of a show for the older man.

Okay, just...slide it in...

Iggy gradually pushed his cocks through the hole. As soon as they slipped in, the Wrigglers started moving, lifting their heads towards his shaft and then nudging against it. He didn't feel anything at first, nothing more than that light bit of pressure, but as he slowly angled them down -

"Ah!"

"Yes?" Doctor Pasterson asked.

"Very...very warm."

"And?"

"Very...mmph...slimy...slippery - ah. Fuck."

He hissed as he thrust forward, unable to help himself. Though it was a writhing, gooey mess in there, it still almost felt like he was thrusting into someone at that point. It was hotter than the body temperature that he was used to, but more than that, there was something about it, something naughty and messy and...and stimulating. They were squirming all over his cocks, slithering between them, writhing over them, and it was just...

"Ah...ah..."

He moaned as he thrust forward again, his hips bucking almost against his will. Fuck, this was hot. Hotter than it should have been by some way. They were slithering all over his cocks, feeling like a dozen tiny tongues, working over his shafts and then working up to the head. He was oozing pre, and that -

"NNGH!"

He stiffened up, huffing, his face burning up as he blushed from the feeling of one of the Wrigglers finally hooking his urethra. He gripped the edge of the case tightly, his cocks feeling harder than they had ever been in the past. Grinding up against it was all he could manage, his cheeks burning, his cocks throbbing more and more. Looking into the case, he could just barely see them past the slimy little worms, but they were...they were swelling, getting thicker as the Wriggler -

Another groan, another gasp for breath as it pushed further into him, working further down his cock. He could feel the stupid thing, could feel its frantic wiggling and slithering into his shaft, and then another one caught his other cock. Fuck, they felt like they were getting bigger. So much bigger, so much fatter, so much more sensitive.

Then Doctor Pasterson was right behind him, shoving him forward, hand on his ass making him thrust forward and back. He screamed in pleasure, his cocks so sensitive that he couldn't find the words to beg for the reptile to have mercy on him.

"Fuck, kid...fuck, that's hot..."

"Mmmmmph...NNNNNNGH!"

"For science, young man. For science. Thrust for science!"

They kept wriggling in, driving themselves further down his cocks. He could feel them, could feel every inch of them as they reached the bases of his shafts. They had left the insides of his cocks so very slippery, so slimy, so messy. He could feel everything, every droplet of pre that had eased their passage, every little clench of his inner muscles, the pulses of his heartbeat becoming pulsing massages through his cocks. And then -

"FUCK! TWO! THERE'S MORE!"

"Heh...okay, okay, you can stop with that."

He was eased back from the case, his cocks pulled out and gently tapped so that the excess Wrigglers fell back into their swarm. Iggy could barely breathe, trying to focus just on the feeling of the Wrigglers passing through his cock and down...down...down...

He felt it when they entered his balls, and he whimpered as he realized just how good it felt. The reptile scientist turned him around, his back against the case, looming over him as gloved hands ran up and down his shafts.

"NNNGH!"

"Now, on a scale of one to ten, how sensitive are you compared to normal."

"T-twenty...twenty, Doctor."

"My, my. That strong? I suppose that you're wanting to cum, are you?"

"Nnngh...s-something...something like that, do-DOCTOR!"

The Komodo had just grabbed his dicks and tugged, giving them that little bit extra stimulation. He arched his back, panting, gasping for breath, feeling like he was drooling down the corners of his mouth at the sheer intensity of it. Fuck. He was almost tempted to take one of those so that he could jam it up Moxie's fucking CUNT and then make her squirm like this while he fucked her.

As he shivered in pleasure, desperate for that feeling of completion, he could feel his cocks dripping away. Looking down, he could just make out the worm shapes near his balls, feeling them rippling around as they squirmed, twitched, oozed. Gods, he could feel the actual tension and churning down there, something that he usually had to imagine he felt.

What the hell are these things?

"Now, just a note. One big effect of the Wrigglers is that they don't really let you cum. Not for twenty-four hours, at least," the doctor said. "Don't worry, it comes back after that, but you'll be twenty-four hours from your orgasm. Feels great, though, right?"

"Nnngh..."

"I love it when subjects sound like that."

As he tried to find words - no, not even words, air - the doctor pushed him down a bit. His ass pressed against the glass of the case, only for him to gasp in realization. The slat had never been closed, and now, his cheeks were getting parted by the solid glass. He could feel his pucker getting pushed back, just past the hole in the glass.

"W-what -"

"I told you, they invade anally, as well. We need to finish the experiment, right?"

"R-Right..."

"God, you're sexy like this. You're having fun?"

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

"That's a yes. You're definitely getting my name in your book."

Iggy groaned. This was fucking weird, really fucking weird, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that there was something rather hot about it at the same time. He was panting, puffing, shaking, huffing, but it wasn't all the druggy bits that the Wrigglers had given him. It was also...also just the feeling of -

"Nnngh!"

One of the worms had caught the edge of his rim, slithering up along his hole. Goddamn that felt weird. So hot and so slippery and so wrong. The parasitic worm worked around his hole, and he made himself relax. It was already getting more sensitive, more puffy back there, and he had to admit that it wasn't a bad feeling. Could be kind of nice the longer that he spent with a puffy hole, something to get the attention of -

Then it was hit, and he gasped again, gripping his knees tightly to avoid moving as it slithered forward. This was worse than with his cocks, and better. More than one pushed in, following the first one, giving him the feeling of a small flood of them entering his ass. They squirmed, slithering, wriggling -

"NNNGH!"

And his cocks jerked, slapping against his belly as he almost came right then and there as one super-sensitized his prostate. He fell to his knees, groaning under his breath as he curled his hands into fists.

"Holy...shit..." he managed to get out.

"Wow. This is...mmmph. If I'd known this would look this sexy..."

If I knew how sexy it was to roleplay a subject...

Iggy panted as he looked up, watching as Doctor Pasterson kept stroking himself. The stingray put on a sweaty smile, panting as he rotated his hips. It felt so weird, particular as the little creatures inside moved more as he did, but he managed to flip up his tail and show off his ass to the bigger man.

"Maybe...you should experiment, too."

"Heh...that interested in getting dicked, kid?"

"Mmmph...all in the name of...of science..."

"Mmmph...gonna be carrying that nut all day...fuck it. Let's do it."

And that was all that needed to be said. He felt himself get picked up and placed over one of the tables, his cocks pinned under the table and his tail pinned to his back. As he felt that thick dick rubbing up and down between his cheeks, he breathed out slowly. Iggy knew that this was going to be rough, but he knew something else, too.

He could handle it.

He could handle anything.

The End

Summary: Iggy hasn't been having a lot of luck getting clients that he likes, and he realizes that he's getting a little too picky.

Tags: M/M, Komodo Dragon, Stingray, Incest, Pet Play, Prostitution, Worms, Parasites, Sensitivity, Sounding, Double Cocks, Teacher, Orgasm Denial, Anal, Series,