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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Seed Collector\nPart 8\nFor Roureem\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nIt was only a day to wait, but after seeing what Simon and Jeran were doing behind closed doors – or rather, doors that should have been closed – Aiden’s need for an explanation was worse than ever. He had to know what the fuck was going on, and he had to know now. \n\nWhen he returned to the frat-house, he felt lightheaded, everything feeling…fuzzy, almost, like he was floating in a world that wasn’t entirely real. He barely remembered the walk from his place to the frat-house, but when the music hit him…he felt it. \n\nThud. \n\nThud. \n\nThud. \n\nThe constant dull beat of a hard bass speaker spread through the ground and rippled through his shoes. He shook his head as he looked at the cluster of half-drunk students and more that had gathered for the party, most of them looking as buff and thick as Neil and Jeran had. They were, almost to a one, looking like the same sort of people that came down to Simon’s clinic and…\n\nWell, did what they did. Donated seed…took on his supplements…and went to the gym. A lot. A [i]lot.[/i]\n\nHe stopped at the bottom step to the frat-house porch, feeling the music wash over him and tingle all the way down his spine. He had to be imagining that, he told himself; there was no real magic there, and the roleplay that he’d seen the day before was just that. A roleplay. There was no magic, no demons. They weren’t real. That wasn’t a thing. \n\nAnd yet, as he walked into the frat-house, as he passed among all the thick and muscled men that looked like they were on the same shit he was, Aiden couldn’t help but wonder. If there was such a thing as a demon, if there was such a thing as an incubus that was stealing seed from his partners, wouldn’t they have access to something that would make men look better? Wouldn’t they want the best of men? Wouldn’t they be pushing them to be as masculine as possible, just for their own pleasures?\n\n[i]They’re not real,[/i] he told himself again. [i]They’re not real and you’re worrying about nothing.[/i]\n\nHe hoped that he could keep believing that. He really hoped he could. \n\n“Anyone seen Jeran?” he called out, trying to be heard above the music. “Gray rat, about so tall?”\n\nEven as he gestured against himself, trying to get someone to answer, there wasn’t a response. Everyone else was either dancing, drinking, or talking to someone else, busy with their little bit of the party. All he offered was an outsider that might be taken advantage of, he realized; he wasn’t even part of the frat, so he didn’t have that sort of connection. The only reason he was here was because Neil had put up a notice on the board at the clinic and thought that there might be some sort of lead about Simon.\n\nNeil. That was someone else that he could look for. Even if Neil didn’t have any answers, he might be able to point out where Jeran was. They were together more often than not, probably some kinda best friends thing – or boyfriends, he supposed, though he doubted that considering that Jeran was fucking Simon – and that might be a lead. It was something, at least, which was more than – \n\n“Hey!”\n\nHe jumped as a honey badger poked him in the side. Aiden blinked, looking down at the smaller man, and cocked his head to the side. \n\n“Can I help you?”\n\n“Yeah. How did you get that big? I’ve been seeing that all over the place here, and I don’t know how that happened. Nobody’s telling me.”\n\n“Uh…supplements, and time at the gym, I guess.”\n\n“Oh, bullshit on that. Rats don’t get that big on their own. Neither do mice, or the other small guys here. Look at all of ‘em. They’re huge. Big, muscly guys with big bulges? They’re all getting help, and nobody’s talking about how they got it. Come on, you gotta know about how this happened, right?”\n\n“I wish I did,” he admitted, shaking his head as he looked around the crowd. \n\nNow that the badger mentioned it, he had to admit that there was a fair point there. Yeah, most of the frat were younger guys, just coming out of their late teens – and probably not quite of age to drink by a year or so – but they were bigger and thicker than supplements and lingering hormones could entirely explain. They were bigger across the shoulders, in some cases taller and stockier than their species tended to be, and all of them were stronger, harder in the pecs and other places than he’d realized would make sense. There was something off, now that the badger mentioned it. \n\n“What’s your name?” the badger asked. \n\n“Aiden. Aiden McFergus,” he said idly. \n\n“Good to meet ya. I’m Billy La Croix. So, you’re big like them, did you do anything special?”\n\n“Not that I’m aware of,” he said, trying to continue his search through the crowd. “I just took the pills and did the routine that the doc asked me.”\n\n“Oh, there’s a doctor involved? That makes a hell of a lot more sense.”\n\nHell of a lot indeed, if there was such a thing as demons. Which there wasn’t, so he needed to stop thinking about that. What he saw yesterday between Simon and Jeran was nothing but a roleplay, and he needed to stop putting so much weight on that. Just relax, forget about it, and move on. \n\nBut the badger wasn’t letting him do that. Even as he tried to weave through the crowd, the short, stocky guy just stayed right on his tail, pulling close and talking at him, chatting and questioning about everything. \n\n“So, that doc. What’s his name?”\n\n“Simon Taylor,” Aiden said, looking back and forth and seeing no sign of the gray rat or the otter that he’d often come to talk to. “Why are you following me?”\n\n“Because you’re the only one talking to me. And you seem nice. So, this Simon Taylor. Is he seeing more patients?”\n\n“Why do you ask?”\n\n“Because I wanna be like all the guys here. Hell, I wanna be like you, get those thick gains and show off to the world. If he’s making that happen, I wanna be part of it.”\n\n“Really not sure that you know what you’re asking,” Aiden said. “Where the hell are they?”\n\n“Come on. I bet you anything that the doc’s gonna want more patients. Don’t all the docs out there want more clients, more people? Hey, I bet you that he’ll like you referring someone to him, too. Just take me along next time that you have an appointment; what you got to lose?”\n\n“I’m really busy right now. Can’t we talk about this another time?”\n\n“I barely know your name, man,” Billy said, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Come on. Just take me along. I’ll do all the talking. All you gotta do is introduce me, man. I just want the same chance that all the rest of you are getting. What’s the harm in that?”\n\n“Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll take you along. But right now, I have to –”\n\n“Great! I’ll be here, just come and find me at the frat-house when you have that next appointment, and I’ll drive us there.”\n\nAnd just like that, the badger was gone as if he had never been. Aiden stared at the spot in the crowd where Billy had been standing, unable to tell just where the honey badger had gone. Considering he was shorter by at least a head than anyone else in the room, he imagined that the little guy was just hiding in the crowd now, making his way to the edge so that he could get a little breathing room after being trapped among all the sweaty bodies that were pressing in from all sides. \n\nCouldn’t blame him for that, though he wished that he’d held out and not made that promise. He should have just ignored Billy and kept him from going along to the doc, but what was done was done. Hopefully, Simon wouldn’t want another patient and he wasn’t dragging the smaller guy off to something bad. \n\n[i]Okay, they’re not down here. Maybe they’re upstairs.[/i]\n\nIf they weren’t, then they might not be at the party yet, and that would mean that he’d have to just stick around and wait. Considering the din and the hustle and bustle all around him – and the guys that were slowly disappearing down side halls and into closets – he doubted that there’d be much for him here. Sex or booze seemed to be the order of the night, and all the girls were already claimed, from the looks of things. And he wasn’t ready for any sort of real sex like some of the other guys would probably want, even if he was a little on the curious side. \n\nAiden made his way to the stairs at the back of the common room, dragging himself up to the second floor. Once he was above the thudding music, the rat felt a little bit better, glad to have his head back on straight and not having his eardrums banged out of his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he reached the second floor landing, taking a few deep breaths before looking down the hallway. \n\n“Alright. If I was Jeran…”\n\nHe wasn’t, and he didn’t know the goth biker very well. He did, however, have a better idea about Neil. Lazy, relaxed, the sort of guy that was open and didn’t care too much about what other people thought, long as they were having fun. That was someone that liked convenience, which, to Aiden, meant that he probably hadn’t gone that far down the hall. He leaned over to the first door past the landing, pressing his ear against it. \n\n“Heh, good to have some quiet up here.”\n\nThat was Jeran. \n\n“Heh, quiet, and good company, bro.”\n\nAnd that was Neil. He sighed in relief, opened the door – \n\n“Oh, god…”\n\nAnd immediately looked up and away as he found the pair of them jerking off together. They each had a hand on the other’s dick, pumping away, and they both looked up at him at the same time as he spun in place. \n\n“This is why you knock, dammit,” Jeran muttered. \n\nHe could just see them out of the corner of his eye, and he wished that they’d stop with the masturbating. Instead, they just kept going, Jeran seemingly out of spite, Neil because the otter didn’t seem to register that there was something off about doing that in front of someone else. \n\n“Heh, what’s going on, bro?” Neil asked. \n\n“I…I was kinda looking for…Jeran, and – god, do you have to keep going right now?”\n\n“Does it bother you?” the gray rat asked, and the sneer might not have been on his face, but it sure as hell was in his voice. \n\n“A little bit.”\n\n“Hey, no problem, dude. We can start again later.”\n\nNeil took his hand off Jeran’s dick, and a second later, the rat did the same to the otter. Much to Aiden’s embarrassment, though, they didn’t pull their pants back on. They just sat there, Neil reclining back on the bed, and Jeran with his arms crossed and his head cocked to the side in obvious annoyance. \n\nNot how Aiden had hoped to begin a line of questioning, but at least he wasn’t watching two people jerk off while he was trying to talk to them. He would have to be content with that, even if…\n\nA small curiosity pushed forward for a second as he turned to look at the other men and their dicks. He looked at them for a bit longer – \n\n[i]Hands on their cocks, feeling how hard they were, knowing that his cock was going to be bigger still. He had the rat cock, the throbbing stud cock, the proper shaft that was meant for conquering and thrusting and making others groan and moan. He was the man, even if he didn’t know it yet. Even if he didn’t have a bitch under him, he was a man, and he would get one, sooner or later, and –[/i]\n\nAiden shook his head, pushing that thought off to the side. He didn’t even know where it came from. That wasn’t him. He was…passive, not conquering. Things just happened, and he reacted to it. \n\nBut it didn’t stop him from popping a boner from the mental image, even as he pushed it away and tried not to think about it. \n\n“What do you want?” Jeran asked. “We were having fun.”\n\n“I’m sorry,” Aiden said, shaking his head. “I just…I didn’t think that I’d walk in on you two and see that. I thought maybe you’d just – ugh. Nevermind. Let’s…let’s just get this out of the way and you can go back to having fun.”\n\n“Yes. Let’s.”\n\nHe rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to mentally sort through the best way to ask about this. They were both, clearly, part of Simon’s operation. They were clients, if nothing else, and obviously they didn’t think that there was anything wrong. He was the odd-man-out for that particular thing. \n\nBut at the same time…\n\n“Out with it,” Jeran said. \n\n“Okay, okay,” he muttered. “I just…I’m having some concerns about Simon – Dr. Taylor – and I…I don’t know if things are on the up and up.”\n\n“What makes you think that?”\n\n“Well, a few things. I mean…all this…”\n\nHe gestured at himself, pushing up on his pec again, then on his biceps. Even though he’d been hitting the gym for over a month now, and hitting it hard, it was still far more than he should have had after that short a time. He gestured down at his groin, as well, blushing as he framed his cock. \n\n“And…and all the extra…”\n\n“That’s just part of the routine, man,” Neil said, chuckling as he flopped out completely on the bed. “You work out, you take care of yourself, and your body is a bro and makes you feel good. It’s the way of the universe.”\n\n“Maybe, but not this fast,” Aiden said. \n\n“You’re still taking the supps, though,” Jeran said. \n\n“…Yes…”\n\n“So, clearly you aren’t that bothered. Not enough to stop.”\n\n“Well, I…”\n\nHe rubbed his arms, feeling the sheer power that was under his skin now, the strength that hadn’t been there when he’d been with Evelyn. There was no-one to replace her yet, but he had hopes that there might be something in his life again soon. Someone, at least, whether that was a guy or a girl, but still…someone. \n\nAnd that someone would be easier to get if he was a little more than average, more than what he had been with her. Not that…thing…that he had been imagining a few seconds ago, but something more than the average, whipped white rat that he had been. \n\n“I like what I’ve got. I just…don’t know if it’s entirely safe. Or natural. Or…anything like that.”\n\n“And?”\n\n“And I had concerns about…Dr. Taylor himself. I saw…yesterday.”\n\n“…Oh! That’s why you ran out of the building!” Neil said, propping himself up again with a chuckle. “Oh, Jeran had a lot of good shit to say about that fun. What was the game that time, man?” \n\nThe otter laughed, looking back at the gray rat, but he missed the shift in the other male’s expression. Aiden, on the other hand, didn’t. There was a sudden change, a twist in Jeran’s face that made him look concerned, even a little worried, before he controlled himself and put that sarcastic smile back in place. \n\n[i]He’s hiding something…and not just from me…[/i]\n\nDemons didn’t exist. He told himself that again, trying to make it stick for once. But Simon didn’t have to be a demon to be a problem. If the drugs that he was pushing as supplements were something else, if they were something more illegal or dangerous, then that was just as bad. \n\n“What’s going on?” he asked. \n\n“Hey, Simon’s just one of those fun guys,” Neil said. “He’s got a lot of people coming in and giving cum for the clinic, but some of us take it a bit further. He’s got this personal touch, you know? And man, that’s a fun time when he starts taking us for a ride. Real fun vibes when that panther gets going. \n\n“And Jeran? Man, this dude?” Neil chuckled, giving the taller rat a gentle push. “He’s got so many fantasies, but Simon gives him the chance to do the rough ones with him. Hell, he doesn’t even talk to me about half the stuff they get up to, but from the looks of ‘im when he comes down the stairs, it was freaking good.”\n\n“Yeah…real good.”\n\nOh, there was something there, alright. Jeran had a slightly shadowed look in his eyes, like someone that had seen just a hair too much and didn’t have a way out of it. Aiden opened his mouth – \n\n“Let’s get one thing straight real quick,” Jeran said. “I can’t talk too much about this. Part of the deal with having ‘fun’ with Simon is that you don’t talk about the kind of stuff that you get up to. The panther usually likes his privacy, you know? But you said…yesterday?” \n\nAiden nodded. \n\n“And he saw you?”\n\n“I…yes.”\n\n“…Uh-huh.”\n\n“Something up, guys?” Neil asked, looking between them. \n\n“Not anything you need to worry about, Neil. And besides, Aiden ain’t told us what he wants to give for any of this. Hell, you want to know? Maybe you should get down and blow me for interrupting our fun.”\n\n“Sure.”\n\nEveryone – including himself – went quiet in pure shock. Aiden didn’t know how he could have said yes to that, considering he’d never sucked cock in his life, but now that the opportunity was there – \n\nWell, why not?\n\nWhy not get a little dick and see if he liked it?\n\nAnd more to the point, if it gave him what he needed, if it got him a little closer to understanding what in the world was going on with Simon and the seed collecting and everything else, it would be worth it. \n\n“Oh, first time blowjob!” Neil said, sliding off the bed. “Here, come on. On your knees. And hey, take the pants off, why don’t ya?”\n\n“Mmmph. Why?” Aiden asked. \n\n“Because I wanna help. Buuuuut I remember how you liked the frotting, too.”\n\n“You had fun with him?” Jeran asked. \n\n“Yeah, man. Got a good dick, too. Ain’t as big as mine, but pretty big.”\n\n“…Well, not like there’s anything exclusive there…”\n\nAiden was still blushing as Neil walked over and helped him out of his pants. The very idea that he was going to be sucking someone else with an audience was a bit embarrassing, but if he got what he needed…\n\nWell, it would be worth it. And maybe he’d like it. Maybe. \n\nMaking sure that the door was locked this time, he slowly stepped out of his pants and got down on his knees. As he looked up at Jeran’s dick, trying to rationalize what he was doing and how he was going to do it, he didn’t pay any attention to Neil. Not until the otter managed to slide like an oiled-up pig between his thighs and lay on the floor, dick against the rat’s own shaft. \n\n“Nnngh…how…”\n\n“Don’t ask how he pulls that shit off,” Jeran said, shaking his head. “He’s an otter. I just accept that he’s got tricks.”\n\n“Mmm-hmm!”\n\nThe otter nodded his head with a grin, gripping their cocks and pulling them together. Aiden huffed, leaning forward just a bit, and Jeran groaned as the hot breath puffed over his cock. It was right there, bobbing, twitching, just a bit of pre-cum on the tip from their past jerk-off session, and he blushed as he knew that he’d be tasting that in short order. \n\n“Mmmph…you waiting for an invitation?” Jeran asked. “Go on. Blow me if you want me to answer any questions…”\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\nShaking his head, he forced himself to lean forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he could just make out Neil miming grabbing the shaft at the base and licking around the head. He did as the otter suggested, getting a good grip at the base and slowly curling his tongue around the head. He traced a line just under the tip, looking for sensitive spots, and he was rewarded with a soft grunt from the other rat. \n\n“Not…mmmph…bad…”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Come on…just…fucking suck it…”\n\nGlancing down at Neil, he saw the otter nod. Just a little one, just keeping him on the right track. \n\n[i]Mmmph…this is…this is a first…okay. Okay, just…just a little at a time…[/i]\n\nBreathing slowly, Aiden pulled the head past his lips. He could taste all that pre-cum, that slime, that slickness. Oh, it was a mess, but at least it wasn’t as bad as he’d thought once upon a time. It mostly just tasted like skin. Salty, slightly earthy skin. He sucked it down over his tongue, feeling it dribble just a bit more on the way down, and kept pushing himself forward. \n\nIt was hard to focus on that, though, when he was getting his cock jerked and feeling Neil’s shaft throbbing against his own every so often. He huffed, bobbing his head a little more frantically as he tried to focus on giving a half-decent blowjob, but every time that he started to get used to the cock in his mouth, he was reminded that there was someone else below him, between his legs, grinding on him. \n\n[i]Fuck…mmmph…fuck…[/i]\n\nJeran, to his credit, didn’t force him or push him to go faster or anything like that. The other rat just sat there, leaning back on his hands, giving him all the room that he needed to bob along. Forward, back, forward, back, taking his time to just…suck. His lips moved from the head to the mid-point, not trusting himself to go further without gagging just yet, but that was still a lot of cock. It filled his muzzle, going all the way to the back of his throat, and he kept shivering as he realized what he was doing. \n\nSucking cock. \n\nGetting jerked off. \n\nFrotting with another guy. \n\nWith Evelyn, it had been so basic. He’d never gone very far with that. This…this was a deep dive into a completely different world, and it was so foreign to him, so different. He didn’t have a clue how to handle it. \n\nSo he kept going. \n\nHe kept pushing himself. \n\nHe kept swallowing, and sucking, and slowly thrusting against the shaft below him. He panted, huffing, puffing, before finally thrusting his head down and taking just a bit of the head into his throat. \n\nGluk. \n\nHe coughed, pulling back slightly. Not pulling off, but pulling back, swallowing hard to try and get his throat to stop spasming. It worked, mostly, but god. That was harder than it looked. \n\n“How’s he doing?” Jeran muttered. \n\n“Leaking like hell, bro. He’s a faucet!”\n\n“Heh. He’s not a bad cock-sucker, either.”\n\n“Mmmph,” Aiden moaned. \n\n“Come on. Back to it.”\n\nA gentle hand on the back of his head edged him back down. He was grateful for the support that it offered, helping set the pace as he sucked and swallowed, starting to remember to use his tongue for that little bit extra stimulation. Tilting his head, adding to the difference in texture, adjusting his angle so that the head of the shaft rubbed against different parts of his mouth. Tongue wasn’t bad, roof of his mouth added more of that pre-cum taste – and there were times when he could almost smell-taste it, too – and the other rat seemed to like it. \n\nSuck. \n\nThrust. \n\nStroke. \n\nSwallow. \n\nAfter a few minutes of sucking again, Jeran dragged him down a bit further. Aiden forced himself to relax, to not resist, and the tip of the shaft rubbed against his throat once more. Just a little, then –\n\nGluk. \n\nGluk. \n\nGluk. \n\nThey were gentle thrusts, nudging into his throat, making him take it just that little bit further, but not making it too hard. He grunted, huffing, his hands squeezing against Jeran’s thighs as he fought to keep from gagging. He started to get used to it, feeling like he was getting his throat fucked rather than just sucking someone off, but god, it felt good. It felt almost too good. \n\nPop. \n\nGluk. \n\nThe sound was the weirdest part, and his cock throbbed all the harder as he felt the otter squeezing it. Just a little bit more, just a little – \n\n“Hey, I’m close, can I fuck your thighs?”\n\nHe didn’t know why, but he gave a thumbs up. The pressure around his cock disappeared, only for Neil to slide further down. They shifted positions, somehow keeping his mouth from leaving Jeran’s cock, and then, he felt a shaft thrusting between his legs. \n\nIt was too much for him to process. He stopped thinking about anything but the cock in his mouth, letting it pop in and out of his throat. The feeling of the thick cock thrusting between his legs, popping out just under his balls time and time again, was secondary. Just swallow. Just suck. Just give the big guy on top of him what he needed so that they could get to the end of this and – \n\n“Nnngh!”\n\nJeran held him down. Not all the way down, but far enough that he could feel about two-thirds of that cock lodged deep in his throat. Gluk. Gluk. Gluk – \n\nPulse. \n\nSquirt. \n\nSquelch. \n\nIt was far enough down that he couldn’t taste the cum jetting into his throat, but he could feel it going down. Hot, wet, warm, and so very much of it, as was typical for rats and other rodents. He gripped Jeran’s thighs all the tighter, holding onto them as if they were the anchors that kept him connected to the real world. He barely felt the heat down below as Neil had his pleasure, too, the otter’s cum painting his thighs, making it all the more obvious what they had done. \n\nHeat, warmth, and panting breaths slowly faded, and he was allowed to pull his head back. He coughed, shaking his head as he sucked down air, and Jeran chuckled under his breath as Neil joined him on the bed again. \n\n“Well, for a first time, that wasn’t bad,” the gray rat said, shaking his head. “Guess that shows me for throwing down a challenge. What do you want to know?”\n\nAiden coughed, shaking his head as he swallowed and sucked air. Little bits of cum stuck in his throat fought against the constant swallowing, trying to stay where they were, and he had to fight them to go down with the rest of Jeran’s load. That, and the slight soreness from sucking that dick, meant that it took him almost a minute to be able to talk again. Which, thankfully, gave him time to think about how he wanted to phrase his question. \n\n“Is…Is Simon more than he seems?” \n\n“He’s…more than a doctor,” Jeran said, nodding. “Can’t say what.”\n\nFlick, flick. The gray rat’s eyes flicked toward Neil in a gesture that made far too much sense. Jeran could only say so much with Neil around, and asking the otter to leave would be a little too obvious. Disappointing, but at least that was something. More than a doctor. There was a lot of leeway there, but that meant that at least he was on the right track. \n\n“And the stuff?”\n\n“Safe enough,” Jeran confirmed. “It’s not going to hurt you or anything like that.”\n\n“Yeah, or he wouldn’t let me have it,” Neil said. \n\n“Sure as hell wouldn’t,” Jeran said. \n\n“But –”\n\n“Look. If you want to know more about Simon, then you got two things you can do. The first one is getting closer to him yourself. From everything that you’re saying, he’s got a vested interest in you. That means that you got the chance to get close to him without doing all the work that someone like me would have to do. He’ll try and get close to you instead of holding back the way that he’d do with most clients.”\n\nNot the ideal option, for sure. The more distance he could keep from Simon, the better, considering that the panther felt like he had different plans. \n\n[i]Give your seed to the demon…[/i]\n\nAnd he still couldn’t shake what he’d seen the day before. Demons were not real. They just weren’t. \n\n“And the alternative?” he asked. \n\n“Well, that’d need a bit of a distraction, but you could go snooping and ‘researching’ what the doc does in his private time. He’s got a lot of private research in that clinic of his, something that he keeps pretty well-protected, but…if you found a way to look, you’d be able to find out what else is going on.”\n\nJeran shrugged, the rat’s helpfulness clearly used up. Not what he would have liked in exchange for a blowjob, but Aiden could at least tell when he was and wasn’t going to get something from someone else. He’d been given his choices, and now, he had to find a way to make it work. \n\n“Thanks,” he muttered, pushing himself up from the ground. \n\n“So, do you want one of us to take care of that?” Jeran asked, pointing to Aiden’s bouncing erection. \n\n“What?”\n\n“You got a hard-on, man,” Neil said. “And we both came. Shouldn’t you get the same chance?”\n\n“I…uh…”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Aiden goes back to the frat-house for some answers, and gets very little. But he does have some fun. \n\nTags: M/M, M/M/M, Blowjob, Frotting, Thigh Sex, Rat, Otter, Corruption, Embarrassment, Badger, Fraternity, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Figuring It Out, ",
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The Seed Collector Part 8 For Roureem By Draconicon
It was only a day to wait, but after seeing what Simon and Jeran were doing behind closed doors – or rather, doors that should have been closed – Aiden’s need for an explanation was worse than ever. He had to know what the fuck was going on, and he had to know now.
When he returned to the frat-house, he felt lightheaded, everything feeling…fuzzy, almost, like he was floating in a world that wasn’t entirely real. He barely remembered the walk from his place to the frat-house, but when the music hit him…he felt it.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The constant dull beat of a hard bass speaker spread through the ground and rippled through his shoes. He shook his head as he looked at the cluster of half-drunk students and more that had gathered for the party, most of them looking as buff and thick as Neil and Jeran had. They were, almost to a one, looking like the same sort of people that came down to Simon’s clinic and…
Well, did what they did. Donated seed…took on his supplements…and went to the gym. A lot. A lot.
He stopped at the bottom step to the frat-house porch, feeling the music wash over him and tingle all the way down his spine. He had to be imagining that, he told himself; there was no real magic there, and the roleplay that he’d seen the day before was just that. A roleplay. There was no magic, no demons. They weren’t real. That wasn’t a thing.
And yet, as he walked into the frat-house, as he passed among all the thick and muscled men that looked like they were on the same shit he was, Aiden couldn’t help but wonder. If there was such a thing as a demon, if there was such a thing as an incubus that was stealing seed from his partners, wouldn’t they have access to something that would make men look better? Wouldn’t they want the best of men? Wouldn’t they be pushing them to be as masculine as possible, just for their own pleasures?
They’re not real, he told himself again. They’re not real and you’re worrying about nothing.
He hoped that he could keep believing that. He really hoped he could.
“Anyone seen Jeran?” he called out, trying to be heard above the music. “Gray rat, about so tall?”
Even as he gestured against himself, trying to get someone to answer, there wasn’t a response. Everyone else was either dancing, drinking, or talking to someone else, busy with their little bit of the party. All he offered was an outsider that might be taken advantage of, he realized; he wasn’t even part of the frat, so he didn’t have that sort of connection. The only reason he was here was because Neil had put up a notice on the board at the clinic and thought that there might be some sort of lead about Simon.
Neil. That was someone else that he could look for. Even if Neil didn’t have any answers, he might be able to point out where Jeran was. They were together more often than not, probably some kinda best friends thing – or boyfriends, he supposed, though he doubted that considering that Jeran was fucking Simon – and that might be a lead. It was something, at least, which was more than –
“Hey!”
He jumped as a honey badger poked him in the side. Aiden blinked, looking down at the smaller man, and cocked his head to the side.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah. How did you get that big? I’ve been seeing that all over the place here, and I don’t know how that happened. Nobody’s telling me.”
“Uh…supplements, and time at the gym, I guess.”
“Oh, bullshit on that. Rats don’t get that big on their own. Neither do mice, or the other small guys here. Look at all of ‘em. They’re huge. Big, muscly guys with big bulges? They’re all getting help, and nobody’s talking about how they got it. Come on, you gotta know about how this happened, right?”
“I wish I did,” he admitted, shaking his head as he looked around the crowd.
Now that the badger mentioned it, he had to admit that there was a fair point there. Yeah, most of the frat were younger guys, just coming out of their late teens – and probably not quite of age to drink by a year or so – but they were bigger and thicker than supplements and lingering hormones could entirely explain. They were bigger across the shoulders, in some cases taller and stockier than their species tended to be, and all of them were stronger, harder in the pecs and other places than he’d realized would make sense. There was something off, now that the badger mentioned it.
“What’s your name?” the badger asked.
“Aiden. Aiden McFergus,” he said idly.
“Good to meet ya. I’m Billy La Croix. So, you’re big like them, did you do anything special?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” he said, trying to continue his search through the crowd. “I just took the pills and did the routine that the doc asked me.”
“Oh, there’s a doctor involved? That makes a hell of a lot more sense.”
Hell of a lot indeed, if there was such a thing as demons. Which there wasn’t, so he needed to stop thinking about that. What he saw yesterday between Simon and Jeran was nothing but a roleplay, and he needed to stop putting so much weight on that. Just relax, forget about it, and move on.
But the badger wasn’t letting him do that. Even as he tried to weave through the crowd, the short, stocky guy just stayed right on his tail, pulling close and talking at him, chatting and questioning about everything.
“So, that doc. What’s his name?”
“Simon Taylor,” Aiden said, looking back and forth and seeing no sign of the gray rat or the otter that he’d often come to talk to. “Why are you following me?”
“Because you’re the only one talking to me. And you seem nice. So, this Simon Taylor. Is he seeing more patients?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because I wanna be like all the guys here. Hell, I wanna be like you, get those thick gains and show off to the world. If he’s making that happen, I wanna be part of it.”
“Really not sure that you know what you’re asking,” Aiden said. “Where the hell are they?”
“Come on. I bet you anything that the doc’s gonna want more patients. Don’t all the docs out there want more clients, more people? Hey, I bet you that he’ll like you referring someone to him, too. Just take me along next time that you have an appointment; what you got to lose?”
“I’m really busy right now. Can’t we talk about this another time?”
“I barely know your name, man,” Billy said, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Come on. Just take me along. I’ll do all the talking. All you gotta do is introduce me, man. I just want the same chance that all the rest of you are getting. What’s the harm in that?”
“Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll take you along. But right now, I have to –”
“Great! I’ll be here, just come and find me at the frat-house when you have that next appointment, and I’ll drive us there.”
And just like that, the badger was gone as if he had never been. Aiden stared at the spot in the crowd where Billy had been standing, unable to tell just where the honey badger had gone. Considering he was shorter by at least a head than anyone else in the room, he imagined that the little guy was just hiding in the crowd now, making his way to the edge so that he could get a little breathing room after being trapped among all the sweaty bodies that were pressing in from all sides.
Couldn’t blame him for that, though he wished that he’d held out and not made that promise. He should have just ignored Billy and kept him from going along to the doc, but what was done was done. Hopefully, Simon wouldn’t want another patient and he wasn’t dragging the smaller guy off to something bad.
Okay, they’re not down here. Maybe they’re upstairs.
If they weren’t, then they might not be at the party yet, and that would mean that he’d have to just stick around and wait. Considering the din and the hustle and bustle all around him – and the guys that were slowly disappearing down side halls and into closets – he doubted that there’d be much for him here. Sex or booze seemed to be the order of the night, and all the girls were already claimed, from the looks of things. And he wasn’t ready for any sort of real sex like some of the other guys would probably want, even if he was a little on the curious side.
Aiden made his way to the stairs at the back of the common room, dragging himself up to the second floor. Once he was above the thudding music, the rat felt a little bit better, glad to have his head back on straight and not having his eardrums banged out of his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he reached the second floor landing, taking a few deep breaths before looking down the hallway.
“Alright. If I was Jeran…”
He wasn’t, and he didn’t know the goth biker very well. He did, however, have a better idea about Neil. Lazy, relaxed, the sort of guy that was open and didn’t care too much about what other people thought, long as they were having fun. That was someone that liked convenience, which, to Aiden, meant that he probably hadn’t gone that far down the hall. He leaned over to the first door past the landing, pressing his ear against it.
“Heh, good to have some quiet up here.”
That was Jeran.
“Heh, quiet, and good company, bro.”
And that was Neil. He sighed in relief, opened the door –
“Oh, god…”
And immediately looked up and away as he found the pair of them jerking off together. They each had a hand on the other’s dick, pumping away, and they both looked up at him at the same time as he spun in place.
“This is why you knock, dammit,” Jeran muttered.
He could just see them out of the corner of his eye, and he wished that they’d stop with the masturbating. Instead, they just kept going, Jeran seemingly out of spite, Neil because the otter didn’t seem to register that there was something off about doing that in front of someone else.
“Heh, what’s going on, bro?” Neil asked.
“I…I was kinda looking for…Jeran, and – god, do you have to keep going right now?”
“Does it bother you?” the gray rat asked, and the sneer might not have been on his face, but it sure as hell was in his voice.
“A little bit.”
“Hey, no problem, dude. We can start again later.”
Neil took his hand off Jeran’s dick, and a second later, the rat did the same to the otter. Much to Aiden’s embarrassment, though, they didn’t pull their pants back on. They just sat there, Neil reclining back on the bed, and Jeran with his arms crossed and his head cocked to the side in obvious annoyance.
Not how Aiden had hoped to begin a line of questioning, but at least he wasn’t watching two people jerk off while he was trying to talk to them. He would have to be content with that, even if…
A small curiosity pushed forward for a second as he turned to look at the other men and their dicks. He looked at them for a bit longer –
Hands on their cocks, feeling how hard they were, knowing that his cock was going to be bigger still. He had the rat cock, the throbbing stud cock, the proper shaft that was meant for conquering and thrusting and making others groan and moan. He was the man, even if he didn’t know it yet. Even if he didn’t have a bitch under him, he was a man, and he would get one, sooner or later, and –
Aiden shook his head, pushing that thought off to the side. He didn’t even know where it came from. That wasn’t him. He was…passive, not conquering. Things just happened, and he reacted to it.
But it didn’t stop him from popping a boner from the mental image, even as he pushed it away and tried not to think about it.
“What do you want?” Jeran asked. “We were having fun.”
“I’m sorry,” Aiden said, shaking his head. “I just…I didn’t think that I’d walk in on you two and see that. I thought maybe you’d just – ugh. Nevermind. Let’s…let’s just get this out of the way and you can go back to having fun.”
“Yes. Let’s.”
He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to mentally sort through the best way to ask about this. They were both, clearly, part of Simon’s operation. They were clients, if nothing else, and obviously they didn’t think that there was anything wrong. He was the odd-man-out for that particular thing.
But at the same time…
“Out with it,” Jeran said.
“Okay, okay,” he muttered. “I just…I’m having some concerns about Simon – Dr. Taylor – and I…I don’t know if things are on the up and up.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Well, a few things. I mean…all this…”
He gestured at himself, pushing up on his pec again, then on his biceps. Even though he’d been hitting the gym for over a month now, and hitting it hard, it was still far more than he should have had after that short a time. He gestured down at his groin, as well, blushing as he framed his cock.
“And…and all the extra…”
“That’s just part of the routine, man,” Neil said, chuckling as he flopped out completely on the bed. “You work out, you take care of yourself, and your body is a bro and makes you feel good. It’s the way of the universe.”
“Maybe, but not this fast,” Aiden said.
“You’re still taking the supps, though,” Jeran said.
“…Yes…”
“So, clearly you aren’t that bothered. Not enough to stop.”
“Well, I…”
He rubbed his arms, feeling the sheer power that was under his skin now, the strength that hadn’t been there when he’d been with Evelyn. There was no-one to replace her yet, but he had hopes that there might be something in his life again soon. Someone, at least, whether that was a guy or a girl, but still…someone.
And that someone would be easier to get if he was a little more than average, more than what he had been with her. Not that…thing…that he had been imagining a few seconds ago, but something more than the average, whipped white rat that he had been.
“I like what I’ve got. I just…don’t know if it’s entirely safe. Or natural. Or…anything like that.”
“And?”
“And I had concerns about…Dr. Taylor himself. I saw…yesterday.”
“…Oh! That’s why you ran out of the building!” Neil said, propping himself up again with a chuckle. “Oh, Jeran had a lot of good shit to say about that fun. What was the game that time, man?”
The otter laughed, looking back at the gray rat, but he missed the shift in the other male’s expression. Aiden, on the other hand, didn’t. There was a sudden change, a twist in Jeran’s face that made him look concerned, even a little worried, before he controlled himself and put that sarcastic smile back in place.
He’s hiding something…and not just from me…
Demons didn’t exist. He told himself that again, trying to make it stick for once. But Simon didn’t have to be a demon to be a problem. If the drugs that he was pushing as supplements were something else, if they were something more illegal or dangerous, then that was just as bad.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Hey, Simon’s just one of those fun guys,” Neil said. “He’s got a lot of people coming in and giving cum for the clinic, but some of us take it a bit further. He’s got this personal touch, you know? And man, that’s a fun time when he starts taking us for a ride. Real fun vibes when that panther gets going.
“And Jeran? Man, this dude?” Neil chuckled, giving the taller rat a gentle push. “He’s got so many fantasies, but Simon gives him the chance to do the rough ones with him. Hell, he doesn’t even talk to me about half the stuff they get up to, but from the looks of ‘im when he comes down the stairs, it was freaking good.”
“Yeah…real good.”
Oh, there was something there, alright. Jeran had a slightly shadowed look in his eyes, like someone that had seen just a hair too much and didn’t have a way out of it. Aiden opened his mouth –
“Let’s get one thing straight real quick,” Jeran said. “I can’t talk too much about this. Part of the deal with having ‘fun’ with Simon is that you don’t talk about the kind of stuff that you get up to. The panther usually likes his privacy, you know? But you said…yesterday?”
Aiden nodded.
“And he saw you?”
“I…yes.”
“…Uh-huh.”
“Something up, guys?” Neil asked, looking between them.
“Not anything you need to worry about, Neil. And besides, Aiden ain’t told us what he wants to give for any of this. Hell, you want to know? Maybe you should get down and blow me for interrupting our fun.”
“Sure.”
Everyone – including himself – went quiet in pure shock. Aiden didn’t know how he could have said yes to that, considering he’d never sucked cock in his life, but now that the opportunity was there –
Well, why not?
Why not get a little dick and see if he liked it?
And more to the point, if it gave him what he needed, if it got him a little closer to understanding what in the world was going on with Simon and the seed collecting and everything else, it would be worth it.
“Oh, first time blowjob!” Neil said, sliding off the bed. “Here, come on. On your knees. And hey, take the pants off, why don’t ya?”
“Mmmph. Why?” Aiden asked.
“Because I wanna help. Buuuuut I remember how you liked the frotting, too.”
“You had fun with him?” Jeran asked.
“Yeah, man. Got a good dick, too. Ain’t as big as mine, but pretty big.”
“…Well, not like there’s anything exclusive there…”
Aiden was still blushing as Neil walked over and helped him out of his pants. The very idea that he was going to be sucking someone else with an audience was a bit embarrassing, but if he got what he needed…
Well, it would be worth it. And maybe he’d like it. Maybe.
Making sure that the door was locked this time, he slowly stepped out of his pants and got down on his knees. As he looked up at Jeran’s dick, trying to rationalize what he was doing and how he was going to do it, he didn’t pay any attention to Neil. Not until the otter managed to slide like an oiled-up pig between his thighs and lay on the floor, dick against the rat’s own shaft.
“Nnngh…how…”
“Don’t ask how he pulls that shit off,” Jeran said, shaking his head. “He’s an otter. I just accept that he’s got tricks.”
“Mmm-hmm!”
The otter nodded his head with a grin, gripping their cocks and pulling them together. Aiden huffed, leaning forward just a bit, and Jeran groaned as the hot breath puffed over his cock. It was right there, bobbing, twitching, just a bit of pre-cum on the tip from their past jerk-off session, and he blushed as he knew that he’d be tasting that in short order.
“Mmmph…you waiting for an invitation?” Jeran asked. “Go on. Blow me if you want me to answer any questions…”
“Nnngh…”
Shaking his head, he forced himself to lean forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he could just make out Neil miming grabbing the shaft at the base and licking around the head. He did as the otter suggested, getting a good grip at the base and slowly curling his tongue around the head. He traced a line just under the tip, looking for sensitive spots, and he was rewarded with a soft grunt from the other rat.
“Not…mmmph…bad…”
“Mmmph…”
“Come on…just…fucking suck it…”
Glancing down at Neil, he saw the otter nod. Just a little one, just keeping him on the right track.
Mmmph…this is…this is a first…okay. Okay, just…just a little at a time…
Breathing slowly, Aiden pulled the head past his lips. He could taste all that pre-cum, that slime, that slickness. Oh, it was a mess, but at least it wasn’t as bad as he’d thought once upon a time. It mostly just tasted like skin. Salty, slightly earthy skin. He sucked it down over his tongue, feeling it dribble just a bit more on the way down, and kept pushing himself forward.
It was hard to focus on that, though, when he was getting his cock jerked and feeling Neil’s shaft throbbing against his own every so often. He huffed, bobbing his head a little more frantically as he tried to focus on giving a half-decent blowjob, but every time that he started to get used to the cock in his mouth, he was reminded that there was someone else below him, between his legs, grinding on him.
Fuck…mmmph…fuck…
Jeran, to his credit, didn’t force him or push him to go faster or anything like that. The other rat just sat there, leaning back on his hands, giving him all the room that he needed to bob along. Forward, back, forward, back, taking his time to just…suck. His lips moved from the head to the mid-point, not trusting himself to go further without gagging just yet, but that was still a lot of cock. It filled his muzzle, going all the way to the back of his throat, and he kept shivering as he realized what he was doing.
Sucking cock.
Getting jerked off.
Frotting with another guy.
With Evelyn, it had been so basic. He’d never gone very far with that. This…this was a deep dive into a completely different world, and it was so foreign to him, so different. He didn’t have a clue how to handle it.
So he kept going.
He kept pushing himself.
He kept swallowing, and sucking, and slowly thrusting against the shaft below him. He panted, huffing, puffing, before finally thrusting his head down and taking just a bit of the head into his throat.
Gluk.
He coughed, pulling back slightly. Not pulling off, but pulling back, swallowing hard to try and get his throat to stop spasming. It worked, mostly, but god. That was harder than it looked.
“How’s he doing?” Jeran muttered.
“Leaking like hell, bro. He’s a faucet!”
“Heh. He’s not a bad cock-sucker, either.”
“Mmmph,” Aiden moaned.
“Come on. Back to it.”
A gentle hand on the back of his head edged him back down. He was grateful for the support that it offered, helping set the pace as he sucked and swallowed, starting to remember to use his tongue for that little bit extra stimulation. Tilting his head, adding to the difference in texture, adjusting his angle so that the head of the shaft rubbed against different parts of his mouth. Tongue wasn’t bad, roof of his mouth added more of that pre-cum taste – and there were times when he could almost smell-taste it, too – and the other rat seemed to like it.
Suck.
Thrust.
Stroke.
Swallow.
After a few minutes of sucking again, Jeran dragged him down a bit further. Aiden forced himself to relax, to not resist, and the tip of the shaft rubbed against his throat once more. Just a little, then –
Gluk.
Gluk.
Gluk.
They were gentle thrusts, nudging into his throat, making him take it just that little bit further, but not making it too hard. He grunted, huffing, his hands squeezing against Jeran’s thighs as he fought to keep from gagging. He started to get used to it, feeling like he was getting his throat fucked rather than just sucking someone off, but god, it felt good. It felt almost too good.
Pop.
Gluk.
The sound was the weirdest part, and his cock throbbed all the harder as he felt the otter squeezing it. Just a little bit more, just a little –
“Hey, I’m close, can I fuck your thighs?”
He didn’t know why, but he gave a thumbs up. The pressure around his cock disappeared, only for Neil to slide further down. They shifted positions, somehow keeping his mouth from leaving Jeran’s cock, and then, he felt a shaft thrusting between his legs.
It was too much for him to process. He stopped thinking about anything but the cock in his mouth, letting it pop in and out of his throat. The feeling of the thick cock thrusting between his legs, popping out just under his balls time and time again, was secondary. Just swallow. Just suck. Just give the big guy on top of him what he needed so that they could get to the end of this and –
“Nnngh!”
Jeran held him down. Not all the way down, but far enough that he could feel about two-thirds of that cock lodged deep in his throat. Gluk. Gluk. Gluk –
Pulse.
Squirt.
Squelch.
It was far enough down that he couldn’t taste the cum jetting into his throat, but he could feel it going down. Hot, wet, warm, and so very much of it, as was typical for rats and other rodents. He gripped Jeran’s thighs all the tighter, holding onto them as if they were the anchors that kept him connected to the real world. He barely felt the heat down below as Neil had his pleasure, too, the otter’s cum painting his thighs, making it all the more obvious what they had done.
Heat, warmth, and panting breaths slowly faded, and he was allowed to pull his head back. He coughed, shaking his head as he sucked down air, and Jeran chuckled under his breath as Neil joined him on the bed again.
“Well, for a first time, that wasn’t bad,” the gray rat said, shaking his head. “Guess that shows me for throwing down a challenge. What do you want to know?”
Aiden coughed, shaking his head as he swallowed and sucked air. Little bits of cum stuck in his throat fought against the constant swallowing, trying to stay where they were, and he had to fight them to go down with the rest of Jeran’s load. That, and the slight soreness from sucking that dick, meant that it took him almost a minute to be able to talk again. Which, thankfully, gave him time to think about how he wanted to phrase his question.
“Is…Is Simon more than he seems?”
“He’s…more than a doctor,” Jeran said, nodding. “Can’t say what.”
Flick, flick. The gray rat’s eyes flicked toward Neil in a gesture that made far too much sense. Jeran could only say so much with Neil around, and asking the otter to leave would be a little too obvious. Disappointing, but at least that was something. More than a doctor. There was a lot of leeway there, but that meant that at least he was on the right track.
“And the stuff?”
“Safe enough,” Jeran confirmed. “It’s not going to hurt you or anything like that.”
“Yeah, or he wouldn’t let me have it,” Neil said.
“Sure as hell wouldn’t,” Jeran said.
“But –”
“Look. If you want to know more about Simon, then you got two things you can do. The first one is getting closer to him yourself. From everything that you’re saying, he’s got a vested interest in you. That means that you got the chance to get close to him without doing all the work that someone like me would have to do. He’ll try and get close to you instead of holding back the way that he’d do with most clients.”
Not the ideal option, for sure. The more distance he could keep from Simon, the better, considering that the panther felt like he had different plans.
Give your seed to the demon…
And he still couldn’t shake what he’d seen the day before. Demons were not real. They just weren’t.
“And the alternative?” he asked.
“Well, that’d need a bit of a distraction, but you could go snooping and ‘researching’ what the doc does in his private time. He’s got a lot of private research in that clinic of his, something that he keeps pretty well-protected, but…if you found a way to look, you’d be able to find out what else is going on.”
Jeran shrugged, the rat’s helpfulness clearly used up. Not what he would have liked in exchange for a blowjob, but Aiden could at least tell when he was and wasn’t going to get something from someone else. He’d been given his choices, and now, he had to find a way to make it work.
“Thanks,” he muttered, pushing himself up from the ground.
“So, do you want one of us to take care of that?” Jeran asked, pointing to Aiden’s bouncing erection.
“What?”
“You got a hard-on, man,” Neil said. “And we both came. Shouldn’t you get the same chance?”
“I…uh…”
The End
Summary: Aiden goes back to the frat-house for some answers, and gets very little. But he does have some fun.