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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Seed Collector\nPart 9\nFor Roureem\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe next morning brought a wave of confusion and shame with it, and Aiden struggled to accept what he had done the night before. It had been one thing to imagine doing things with other men, but it was something else entirely to actually do it. Frotting with Neil had been one thing, way back at the first party, but getting on his knees, sucking someone off, getting his thighs fucked in the process…\n\nThat was something else. That was something undeniably gay, and he had done it without even thinking about it. \n\nHe’d laid in bed for nearly an hour thinking about what that might mean for him, for his life, for his future. Doing something so gay and enjoying it, and knowing that it was something that he’d do again – \n\n[i]And I would, I can’t deny that.[/i]\n\nIt put the final nail in his coffin of heterosexuality. There was nothing straight in him. A little bit of bi or pan, perhaps, but nothing straight. \n\nEventually, he got out of bed, staring into the mirror in his bathroom for a few minutes. He had become someone completely different to the rat that had been going out with Evelyn. He was nothing like that man anymore, nothing like the meek, white-furred creature that had been desperate for any and all attention. \n\nAnd now…\n\nNow, he had to decide what he would be going forward. And who, he supposed, though that didn’t feel so massive. \n\n[i]But first…Simon…[/i]\n\nHe nodded at himself, finding an odd comfort in seeing a large, muscled rodent nodding back at him. It still didn’t entirely feel real, even seeing it in the mirror. He didn’t feel like that big, powerful stud that he saw, but…it was him, on some level, and the mirror encouraging him, looking like that, helped. \n\nSimon first. He had to figure out what Simon was getting out of this arrangement with the frat boys and the cum collection that he had going on. It wasn’t just medical, he knew that much. There was no way to keep something running on that level with just medical collection and giving out such cheap supplements. Somewhere down the line, things would be going crazy. Either Simon had some sort of massive financial benefactor that was keeping the whole thing running – unlikely – or he was doing something with all that collected cum that he wasn’t telling them about. \n\nAnd today, he would – \n\nBeep. \n\nBeep. \n\nBeep. \n\nHis phone buzzed on the bathroom counter until he picked it up. Aiden rubbed his eyes sleepily as he held it to his head. \n\n“Hello?”\n\n“[i]Hey, it’s me, Billy. Remember, the badger at the party?[/i]”\n\n“…Right. Yeah. I promised to take you to Simon’s clinic the next time I went, didn’t I?”\n\n“[i]Yep! Going today?[/i]”\n\n“Yeah, that’s the plan. Were –”\n\n“[i]I’m at the frat-house. See you there.[/i]”\n\nClick. And just like that, the call was over. Aiden stared at the phone for a second or two, shaking his head at the sheer eagerness the badger had. Seemed like there was something else going on there, though, since he didn’t think that Billy was a pervert or anything. Well, maybe he’d find out what was going through the other guy’s head on the walk there. \n\n#\n\n“So, you see, I had this really fucking bad illness when I was a kid. Kept me from growing up, everyone thought that I might die any second. You know, the shitty stuff.”\n\n[i]Oh god, you will never stop talking, will you?[/i]\n\nIt had started as soon as he passed by the porch and the honey badger had joined him on the sidewalk. He’d barely opened his mouth to ask why Billy wanted to go down to the clinic in the first place before the shorter guy started downloading his life history to him. A disease that kept him from developing physically the way that the other guys did, a lot of oppression from a family that was sure that he might die any second, having to think long-term about everything that he did in case it stopped him from living another week: it was all a lot to take in, and more than a little overwhelming as a concept. \n\nBut it did explain a bit of the bluntness of the honey badger, as well as the pushiness. Aiden shook his head as Billy continued. \n\n“That’s why I stopped thinking about the consequences. Ever since I got better, I’ve been trying to live in the now. If something bad happens down the line, then that’s something that I can deal with later. I don’t want to have to think of my whole life [i]all[/i] the time. I don’t want to imagine what something will do to me three years down the line, or ten, or twenty. I’ve spent all my life worrying about the future to the point where I had nothing right now. I’m done with that. I’m going to have a good life, now, not a barely-existing life later.”\n\n“You think that’s going to work, long-term?” Aiden asked. \n\n“We’ll find out, heh.”\n\n“So…that’s why you don’t care about the whole consequences thing. I get that. But why would you want the supplements, then?”\n\n“Look at me,” Billy said, gesturing up and down. “I barely come up to your shoulders, and when it comes to bulk, it’s not like I have the usual thick-set frame that all the other badgers ‘round here got. I didn’t have the right puberty to get it. I’m lucky I’m not a fucking beanpole at this point.”\n\n“…True.”\n\n“So, if there’s some guy handing out magical pills that aren’t going to get me banned for taking them, I’m going to give it a try.”\n\n“I don’t know. I mean. Simon’s not a cruel man, but –”\n\n“He made you bigger, didn’t he?”\n\n“…”\n\n“And Neil? And Jeran?”\n\n“Well…yes.”\n\n“And most of the other guys in the frat, from the sound of it. So why the hell shouldn’t I take a shot at it? It’s not like any of them are getting hurt by it.”\n\nEverything Billy said was true, but that didn’t mean that Aiden entirely believed it. He had no facts to back his beliefs up, but there had to be something that he just didn’t know about. Something that would prove that his weird feelings about the whole operation were true. \n\nBecause it didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. \n\nHe walked with his hands in his pockets as they made their way down the road to the clinic. It wasn’t a long walk from the frat-house, after all, and it was still vaguely early-morning hours, well before the lunch rush that would fill the streets with cars heading to little cafes or hair salons or other places where people would spend their lunch breaks doing things that they couldn’t do on their weekends. He looked away from the badger, making a conscious choice not to engage with the rest of his story. \n\nAll the while, he tried to think about how he would approach Simon about this. The whole operation was something that was too big for him to just demand answers to, so he had to start smaller. There were things that he could ask about, things that would lead to the bigger, more telling questions. \n\n[i]Our cum…[/i]\n\nYeah, that would be a good place to start. Knowing what the panther did with all the seed that he got donated would tell him where all the supply was going. He would be able to go from there and figure out what the numbers were, and if there was something else that he had to find. Money streams were hard to track, but just knowing if they were there in the first place meant that it would be much easier to find it later. He just had to know what to look for. \n\nAnd if there was something going on with all the cum that Simon took from Jeran and Neil and probably Billy, then he would know what sort of operation he was looking at. And whether there might be some truth to what had happened between the panther and Jeran, too. \n\nHe still couldn’t get that out of his mind. Oh, the fun with Jeran and Neil had temporarily displaced it, but it was still there, lingering in the back of his mind. He could still remember the sheer glee on Simon’s face as his ass was filled with cum, and that knowing stare as his green eyes fixed on Aiden as the rat watched them get it on. There was something almost unearthly about the feline, something that made him shiver every time that he saw him, and something that made him worry that he was getting in way, way, way over his head. \n\nThey reached the clinic a few minutes later, the front doors sliding open and revealing the usual clean, slightly austere waiting room. There was no clerk waiting to check them in. Instead, the panther stood at the side of the desk, looking up from a small three-ring binder with a gentle smile on his face. \n\n“Well, well, here a bit early for your appointment, Aiden,” Simon said, adjusting the white doctor’s coat that he wore over tight pants and a tighter shirt. “Here for more supplements, or here to make a donation?”\n\n“A donation, eventually, but –”\n\n“And I don’t suppose that you’re willing to sign up for the extended benefits?” the panther pushed. \n\n“…Not without some answers, first.”\n\n“Hey, remember me?” Billy asked. \n\n“Right.” Aiden shook his head, gesturing to the honey badger at his side. “This is, uh, Billy. He’s been wanting to meet with you and see if –”\n\n“The name’s Billy La Croix,” the badger said, stepping forward and offering his hand to the panther. “And I’m wanting to get on the program as soon as you can fit me in. Faster if you can.”\n\nIt wasn’t just the sheer bravado on display that held Aiden’s attention. Rather, there was something that he saw in the panther’s green eyes. Something flashed back there, glinting at the name ‘La Croix,’ and suddenly, the doctor’s relaxed pose shifted, becoming something far more intense, more interested in what was going on. \n\n“Hmmm, I see. Well, Mr. La Croix, my office is always looking for more people to help,” the panther said. “But there’s more to it than just getting the supplements. I’m sure that a fine young man like yourself would welcome the chance to cum and get paid for it, as well.”\n\n“Heh, you know I sure as hell would.”\n\n“And if you’re willing to be allow your cum to be stored for other experiments, I can offer a little bit extra.”\n\n“Fucking A. I get pills to make me buff [i]and[/i] I get to cum my brains out and get paid for it? Who wouldn’t sign up for that?”\n\n“Well, Mr. McFergus behind you has the idea that it might not be a program for him, but I do make the offer.”\n\n“What? Dude!”\n\nThe honey badger rounded on him, staring at him like the rat was completely insane. And considering the deal on the table, most people probably would have thought the same. A lot of clinics would have asked payment to donate cum, whereas Simon offered actual money for them to walk in and do their business in the machine. Any other guy he knew would have taken that deal.\n\nBut without knowing what it was used for…\n\n“Gimme that paperwork. I’ll sign up for that today!” Billy said. “And if you know what’s good for you, dude, you should do the same.”\n\n“Heh, give him time,” Simon said before Aiden could say anything in return. “He’s got a lot on his mind, and I’m sure that he has more questions than you do.”\n\n“Questions just get a man tied down. You gotta learn that you can’t answer everything. If you always wait for an answer, all your chances are gonna pass you by.”\n\nSimon chuckled, shaking his head, but Aiden could see that it was done entirely in a playful, enabling way. The panther was getting exactly what he wanted with Billy this time, but there was something else there. He’d seen Simon behave differently with other clients, usually giving them some pleasant smiles but always having something else that he wanted to be doing, something else that clearly had his attention over the people that had just walked in to dump a load or get some pills. \n\nHe was treating Billy differently, and it had started the second that he’d heard the honey badger’s last name. It was a faint clue to chase, but it was something – \n\nWait. He’d seen that same sort of treatment before, and it had been when he’d first given his name to the panther. The second that Simon had heard the name ‘McFergus,’ things had changed between them, and the panther had gotten far pushier than he had been up to that point. Oh, it had slackened off, but now that he thought about it, he realized Simon wasn’t so much giving up as he was making sure that he didn’t scare Aiden off. He still wanted the rat to come in and give him what he wanted…\n\nWhich meant that Aiden might have a little more leverage than he thought. He crossed his arms as he looked down at the paperwork Billy was signing, then looked back up at the panther. \n\n“I got a deal for you,” he said. \n\n“Mmm? Do tell,” Simon asked. \n\n“I’ll sign the same deal that Billy’s signing, let you have all that stuff, but…you gotta tell me what you’re doing with it.”\n\n“…Intriguing.”\n\n“What, too much?” Aiden asked. \n\n“Not at all. But you [i]are[/i] the first person to actually ask.”\n\n“Wait…this isn’t going to make me responsible for kids or child-care payments, right?” Billy asked, looking up from the paper that was all but signed. “I’m not going to be on the hook for all that shit, right?”\n\n[i]Really one of those questions that you should ask in advance,[/i] Aiden thought, shivering as he imagined how many payments that might add up to over the years. [i]God, the way that you could just end up being the money-bags for a hundred people if you donated too much cum to a place like this…[/i]\n\n“Not at all,” Simon said. “While there are a select few that do take advantage of our semen collection for the purposes of impregnation, most of what we take in is used for various experiments and advancements.”\n\n“There something in the contract that says that I’m not responsible?”\n\n“Of course.”\n\n“Okay…okay, good. Fuck, you scared me for a second…”\n\n[i]And that’s the other thing. Believing what someone else says without looking at it yourself,[/i] the rat thought. [i]I get not wanting to think too hard about the future after having so little of one to start, but fuck…[/i]\n\nIn seconds, the paperwork was done, shuffled across the table, and being shoved into a desk drawer. Simon chuckled to himself, patting the honey badger on the shoulder and pulling him along – \n\n“Wait. Hey, aren’t you coming?” Billy asked, looking over his shoulder at the rat. “You gotta make one, too.”\n\n“We don’t share rooms here,” Simon said, patting the honey badger’s back. “It would corrupt the product.”\n\n“But –”\n\n“Don’t worry. He will be making a donation today.” Simon looked over his shoulder. “You stay right there. When I finish hooking Billy here up to one of the collection machines, we’ll fill out your paperwork.”\n\nAiden nodded. He doubted that there was much anyone could do for Billy at this point; the honey badger was so dead-set on his goal of being bigger, stronger, and more masculine that he doubted that a priest could have stopped him from going to the back rooms. Getting milked wasn’t that bad, though he imagined that Billy was going to get a hell of a wake-up call for how intense the machines were. Aiden certainly had, the first time. Even now, he still crossed his legs thinking about how the machines felt when they were on full power and trying to get his cum out of him. \n\nAs he sat in the waiting room, though, he couldn’t help but wonder. Just what did Simon want from him and Billy specifically? Both of them had enchanted the panther doctor with their last names, and Simon had implied that his own was a bit of a famous name, something from out of history. Maybe there was some work that he could do at the local library to try and untangle that particular mystery before it got worse. It was certainly something to make a note about. \n\nSitting with one leg crossed over the other, Aiden wondered if Billy was really as confident as he looked. Sure, the smaller male was eager to get his rocks off and get big, and he talked a good game for it. Time spent sick as a kid meant that he would have some determination going forward, but…\n\n[i]Do you really know what you’re getting into?[/i]\n\nBit of a rich question, considering Aiden was only going to get an explanation of what was going on by getting into it himself. He sighed, rubbing his forehead as his imagination ran a little wild, painting pictures of Billy getting pushed up to the collection machine, the honey badger’s cock disappearing down the tube and his hands settling on the machine itself. He remembered the way that that thing rippled up and down a shaft, edging it, collecting seed little by little and teasing the balls to produce more. It was like a blowjob and a standing fuck at the same time, and he doubted that anyone that didn’t have their own kind of fucking machine was entirely ready for that thing. \n\nAnd the lube…\n\nHe still remembered that, too. How thick and slimy it was, how it had to be some kind of sensitizer with the way that it made the dick tingle and throb just from a simple application. It had to be some sort of proprietary medical thing for the clinic, and he imagined that Simon could have made bank selling that to a few sex shops. \n\n[i]Wait…what if –[/i]\n\n“Sorry about the delay there.”\n\nSimon had returned. Aiden lifted his head, looking at the panther as he changed out of one coat to another, a notable stain on the side of it. \n\n“Problematic patient?” Aiden asked. \n\n“Heh, to a point,” Simon admitted, shaking his head. “He was a little too excited and blew a load before he even got into the machine.”\n\n“That’s…quite the hair trigger.”\n\n“Indeed. Certainly not what I expected from someone like him.”\n\n“You think that he can take what the machine does?”\n\n“Oh, I doubt that he has much choice. He did sign the paperwork, after all, and withdrawal of consent is very much limited to between sessions.”\n\n“…Right…”\n\n“Now, you said that you wanted to ask some questions about this before committing?”\n\nAiden nodded, pushing himself to his feet. \n\n“Yes, I –”\n\n“Ah, ah.”\n\nThe panther held up a finger before reaching into his desk again. He pulled out another contract that looked remarkably similar to what Billy had just signed, and then a second one, smaller and much more direct. Aiden arched an eyebrow as he walked over to the front desk, picking up the second one and flipping through it. \n\nIt actually was [i]surprisingly[/i] direct for something that looked like a legal document. He flicked through the three pages it covered, making sure to re-read it no less than four times before he looked up. \n\n“Basically, so long as I keep giving you the agreed-upon semen amounts, you keep giving me answers to whatever questions I ask regarding your experiments on said semen.”\n\n“Indeed. Isn’t that what you wanted?”\n\n“There’s just…two questions.”\n\n“…Hmm, a very curious rat, you are.”\n\n“First one. It implies that I will only be allowed to keep that knowledge for as long as I continue to produce for you. Not that I will have access to it, but that I will keep it. That…is a little bit of a strange read. Unless you had some sort of medical way of removing my memories, there’s no way that you can take away the knowledge in the first place.”\n\nThe panther arched an eyebrow, but didn’t immediately answer. Aiden gestured at the contract again. \n\n“It’s right there. See?”\n\n“Oh, I’m aware. I’m just rather surprised, heh. Then again, I’m so used to dealing with patients with their brains in their balls and biceps that I forget that sometimes people have actual reading comprehension.”\n\n“So, what does that mean?”\n\n“What’s your other question?” Simon asked. \n\n“You didn’t answer my first one.”\n\n“I will, after you tell me the second one.”\n\n“What makes you think I’d believe that when you refuse to answer the first one?”\n\n“What makes you think that you are owed an answer before you’ve signed either contract?”\n\nMuch as he hated it, it was the one answer that the panther could have given that he couldn’t push back on. He gritted his teeth, looking down at the contract again, but there was no way out of that particular riposte. \n\n“Fine. Second question.”\n\n“Mmm-hmm?”\n\n“The contract says that I can ask about the experiments you run on the semen that you’ve collected, but not about the people that profit from it.”\n\n“Heh, yes. I do have to maintain at least a little protection for those at the end of the research chain.”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“Simple business, really,” Simon said, sitting on the edge of the desk. “If they think that I’ll just expose them – and it’s nothing harmful, but there are a few embarrassing things about the experiments – then they will drop everything. And that’s not going to end well for all those students that are getting by on all the extra cash that I’m paying them, is it?”\n\n“…”\n\n“Do you know how much the average student gets paid with this deal?”\n\n“No.”\n\n“Another thousand dollars a month than they’re used to.”\n\nAiden whistled, and the panther chuckled. \n\n“Indeed. Now, imagine all those irresponsible frat boys and others that suddenly find themselves a thousand dollars deficient every month. Twelve thousand a year poorer.”\n\n“…That would…impact a lot of them.”\n\n“Very much so. And that would mean that they would probably have a much harder life, and be very, very angry about it. Now, I’m not saying that it would come back to haunt you, but there is the chance that someone [i]might[/i] find out that someone else, poking too deep into the whole system that kept them in a good standard a living, brought the whole thing crashing down. And if they found out that you were responsible, what do you think would happen?”\n\nHe didn’t have to think very hard to know that there would be a lot of threats, at the very least, and some of the more drunken, less-restrained guys in the frat would be on his ass in short order. Particularly if they lost access to the supplements that had them so big and strong – and probably hung, considering every single person on the pills seemed to be well-endowed. He shook his head, looking down at the contracts. \n\n“Still want to learn what’s going on behind the curtain?” Simon asked. \n\n“…Yes.”\n\n“I thought so. Sign on the dotted lines, please.”\n\nThere was no choice. If he wanted to know what was being done here, if he wanted to find out what was going on with Simon, then he had to play the panther’s game. He took the pen and signed both contracts, pushing them back to the doctor. They went into the drawer with Billy’s, and Simon hopped off the desk. \n\n“Great. Now, let’s go get you hooked up to the machine.”\n\n“But my questions –”\n\n“Are dependent on you paying into the system first,” Simon said, smirking. “And that means putting in at least one good load from those swollen balls of yours. Preferably two. I think that you can manage that, yes?”\n\n“…”\n\n“You can, yes? You haven’t been spending it willy-nilly on other people?”\n\n“I haven’t.”\n\nNot even after he had been with Jeran and Neil. They’d made the offer, of course, but he hadn’t gone through with it. He’d chickened out at the last second and gone back to his place. At the time, he’d felt like a coward, but now, he was almost relieved. There’d be more than enough pent-up seed down there for the purposes of being milked. \n\n“Good, good. I don’t want you to ruin your seed, of course; that can happen if you keep it pent-up for too long. But at the same time, you don’t want to milk it out too much. It can reduce the quality and leave it too thin.”\n\n“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”\n\n“Just making sure. Now, to the milking chamber.”\n\nIt wasn’t the same room where he’d gone through a milking before, but it might as well have been. The chamber was still the same plain thing, with a pillar of a milking machine in the middle of the room, a little lube dispenser on the side, and just enough space for him to feel awkward without someone else in the room. \n\n“You remember how it works, yes?” Simon asked. \n\n“Yeah, yeah…”\n\n“Good. Then I can leave you here and go and check on Billy.”\n\n“You trust me?”\n\n“I know what you need, Aiden. You just give yourself a good milking, make sure that you drop a good enough load for me into that machine, and then you can finally ask your questions. If you’re conscious enough, of course.”\n\nThat was going to be the main concern, he admitted. The machine was meant to milk cum from a cock, but it was very, very good at it. Almost too good, in his opinion; it drained the living hell out of him, usually, and he often had to limp his way home, stopping time and time again to catch his breath. He didn’t know what kind of shape he’d be after giving up another load today, but he hoped that he’d have what he needed. \n\nThe panther left the room, and Aiden stripped out of his clothes. He folded them and set them on the other side of the pillar machine, taking a few deep breaths before reaching for the lube dispenser. \n\nAs soon as the first little handful fell into his palm, he felt the familiar tingle that it always had. Warm, just a bit slimy, not quite the same consistency as the lubes that he could have found outside the clinic; and yet, it sent a heat through his fingers that would soon follow below. \n\nHe gripped his cock in the other hand and stroked around the head. Almost immediately, his shaft started coming to life, rising up and throbbing with fresh blood flowing through it. He huffed, leaning forward against the machine as he felt his cock twitching up, up, up, getting more and more excited with each stroking application of the strange lube. It was so…so sensual compared to just his hand, and he groaned as he felt the machine start humming under him. Never understood how that worked; maybe it responded to heartbeat or pulse or something. \n\nWhatever the reason, the little cock-sized hole in the middle of the pillar started undulating, offering him a fine hole to fuck, or just to get milked by. He knew that it would ripple around him and do all the work if he wanted, but fuck…\n\nAiden applied another coat of the lube, feeling it dripping down to his balls. It was so…so slippery and so warm that it felt almost organic in a way. Possibilities started popping in his brain, but they very quickly slipped to the background as he focused more and more on the pure pleasure of just…having that tingling, heated, pleasurable sensation around his cock from the lube alone. \n\nOf course, he couldn’t spend too long jerking off. He had to keep it reasonably sterile, and that meant the machine. He slid forward, his cock bobbing up and down over balls that felt like they were churning overtime, and he growled deep in his throat as he slid his tip against the hole. \n\nToo slick. He slid off it the first time, having to grip his cock at the base to line it up properly and keep it from moving too far. He growled under his breath, nudging against it again, again, again until – \n\nSquelch. \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nAlmost immediately, the machine started spinning, spiraling, bouncing around his cock. Each individual movement was gentle, almost too much so, but it all built up to something that was almost overwhelming. As always, he ended up having to hug the machine, gasping and huffing for breath in seconds as his cock was treated to the gentle, edging treatment of the high-tech cum-sucker. The rat leaned his head down, panting, huffing through clenched teeth as the machine slowly built up. \n\nSqueeze. \n\nSuck. \n\nClench. \n\nThe pressure, the speed, the spiraling movements of the inside of the tube just kept varying themselves up, making it impossible to entirely predict what would happen next. It was always just a little more intense than it needed to be, always pushing him and making him feel the difference between what he expected and what he got. The machine never felt like ‘just’ a machine. It always felt like something organic, surprising, and insistent on getting his seed. \n\nThe rat pressed himself firmly to the pillar, hugging it, holding himself close as his balls rose and feel, almost getting to that peak before dropping again. Closer, then further, closer, then further, always riding that line. \n\nHis hips twitched, almost giving into the urge to thrust, but no. He was going to let the machine do the work, feeling it already getting him so close. So painfully close. Aiden panted, clenching his hands into fists and curling his toes against the floor. \n\n[i]Just a little bit further…then you can ask your questions…and you can find out what is going on…[/i]\n\nHe just had to hold on a little longer, push himself a bit further. Then…then he’d know…then he’d be able to – \n\n“Nnngh…”\n\nAnother edge, another easing off. The machine wasn’t going to let him off that easily. But if he could hold on, not thrust…then he could have the stamina to still talk at the end. \n\nJust a bit longer…\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 clinic for answers, and gets teased. \n\nTags: M/solo, Technophilia, Rat, Panther, Honey Badger, Contracts, Series, Milking, Cum Milking, Teasing, Edging, Mysteries, ",
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The Seed Collector Part 9 For Roureem By Draconicon
The next morning brought a wave of confusion and shame with it, and Aiden struggled to accept what he had done the night before. It had been one thing to imagine doing things with other men, but it was something else entirely to actually do it. Frotting with Neil had been one thing, way back at the first party, but getting on his knees, sucking someone off, getting his thighs fucked in the process…
That was something else. That was something undeniably gay, and he had done it without even thinking about it.
He’d laid in bed for nearly an hour thinking about what that might mean for him, for his life, for his future. Doing something so gay and enjoying it, and knowing that it was something that he’d do again –
And I would, I can’t deny that.
It put the final nail in his coffin of heterosexuality. There was nothing straight in him. A little bit of bi or pan, perhaps, but nothing straight.
Eventually, he got out of bed, staring into the mirror in his bathroom for a few minutes. He had become someone completely different to the rat that had been going out with Evelyn. He was nothing like that man anymore, nothing like the meek, white-furred creature that had been desperate for any and all attention.
And now…
Now, he had to decide what he would be going forward. And who, he supposed, though that didn’t feel so massive.
But first…Simon…
He nodded at himself, finding an odd comfort in seeing a large, muscled rodent nodding back at him. It still didn’t entirely feel real, even seeing it in the mirror. He didn’t feel like that big, powerful stud that he saw, but…it was him, on some level, and the mirror encouraging him, looking like that, helped.
Simon first. He had to figure out what Simon was getting out of this arrangement with the frat boys and the cum collection that he had going on. It wasn’t just medical, he knew that much. There was no way to keep something running on that level with just medical collection and giving out such cheap supplements. Somewhere down the line, things would be going crazy. Either Simon had some sort of massive financial benefactor that was keeping the whole thing running – unlikely – or he was doing something with all that collected cum that he wasn’t telling them about.
And today, he would –
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
His phone buzzed on the bathroom counter until he picked it up. Aiden rubbed his eyes sleepily as he held it to his head.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me, Billy. Remember, the badger at the party?”
“…Right. Yeah. I promised to take you to Simon’s clinic the next time I went, didn’t I?”
“Yep! Going today?”
“Yeah, that’s the plan. Were –”
“I’m at the frat-house. See you there.”
Click. And just like that, the call was over. Aiden stared at the phone for a second or two, shaking his head at the sheer eagerness the badger had. Seemed like there was something else going on there, though, since he didn’t think that Billy was a pervert or anything. Well, maybe he’d find out what was going through the other guy’s head on the walk there.
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“So, you see, I had this really fucking bad illness when I was a kid. Kept me from growing up, everyone thought that I might die any second. You know, the shitty stuff.”
Oh god, you will never stop talking, will you?
It had started as soon as he passed by the porch and the honey badger had joined him on the sidewalk. He’d barely opened his mouth to ask why Billy wanted to go down to the clinic in the first place before the shorter guy started downloading his life history to him. A disease that kept him from developing physically the way that the other guys did, a lot of oppression from a family that was sure that he might die any second, having to think long-term about everything that he did in case it stopped him from living another week: it was all a lot to take in, and more than a little overwhelming as a concept.
But it did explain a bit of the bluntness of the honey badger, as well as the pushiness. Aiden shook his head as Billy continued.
“That’s why I stopped thinking about the consequences. Ever since I got better, I’ve been trying to live in the now. If something bad happens down the line, then that’s something that I can deal with later. I don’t want to have to think of my whole life all the time. I don’t want to imagine what something will do to me three years down the line, or ten, or twenty. I’ve spent all my life worrying about the future to the point where I had nothing right now. I’m done with that. I’m going to have a good life, now, not a barely-existing life later.”
“You think that’s going to work, long-term?” Aiden asked.
“We’ll find out, heh.”
“So…that’s why you don’t care about the whole consequences thing. I get that. But why would you want the supplements, then?”
“Look at me,” Billy said, gesturing up and down. “I barely come up to your shoulders, and when it comes to bulk, it’s not like I have the usual thick-set frame that all the other badgers ‘round here got. I didn’t have the right puberty to get it. I’m lucky I’m not a fucking beanpole at this point.”
“…True.”
“So, if there’s some guy handing out magical pills that aren’t going to get me banned for taking them, I’m going to give it a try.”
“I don’t know. I mean. Simon’s not a cruel man, but –”
“He made you bigger, didn’t he?”
“…”
“And Neil? And Jeran?”
“Well…yes.”
“And most of the other guys in the frat, from the sound of it. So why the hell shouldn’t I take a shot at it? It’s not like any of them are getting hurt by it.”
Everything Billy said was true, but that didn’t mean that Aiden entirely believed it. He had no facts to back his beliefs up, but there had to be something that he just didn’t know about. Something that would prove that his weird feelings about the whole operation were true.
Because it didn’t make sense. None of it made sense.
He walked with his hands in his pockets as they made their way down the road to the clinic. It wasn’t a long walk from the frat-house, after all, and it was still vaguely early-morning hours, well before the lunch rush that would fill the streets with cars heading to little cafes or hair salons or other places where people would spend their lunch breaks doing things that they couldn’t do on their weekends. He looked away from the badger, making a conscious choice not to engage with the rest of his story.
All the while, he tried to think about how he would approach Simon about this. The whole operation was something that was too big for him to just demand answers to, so he had to start smaller. There were things that he could ask about, things that would lead to the bigger, more telling questions.
Our cum…
Yeah, that would be a good place to start. Knowing what the panther did with all the seed that he got donated would tell him where all the supply was going. He would be able to go from there and figure out what the numbers were, and if there was something else that he had to find. Money streams were hard to track, but just knowing if they were there in the first place meant that it would be much easier to find it later. He just had to know what to look for.
And if there was something going on with all the cum that Simon took from Jeran and Neil and probably Billy, then he would know what sort of operation he was looking at. And whether there might be some truth to what had happened between the panther and Jeran, too.
He still couldn’t get that out of his mind. Oh, the fun with Jeran and Neil had temporarily displaced it, but it was still there, lingering in the back of his mind. He could still remember the sheer glee on Simon’s face as his ass was filled with cum, and that knowing stare as his green eyes fixed on Aiden as the rat watched them get it on. There was something almost unearthly about the feline, something that made him shiver every time that he saw him, and something that made him worry that he was getting in way, way, way over his head.
They reached the clinic a few minutes later, the front doors sliding open and revealing the usual clean, slightly austere waiting room. There was no clerk waiting to check them in. Instead, the panther stood at the side of the desk, looking up from a small three-ring binder with a gentle smile on his face.
“Well, well, here a bit early for your appointment, Aiden,” Simon said, adjusting the white doctor’s coat that he wore over tight pants and a tighter shirt. “Here for more supplements, or here to make a donation?”
“A donation, eventually, but –”
“And I don’t suppose that you’re willing to sign up for the extended benefits?” the panther pushed.
“…Not without some answers, first.”
“Hey, remember me?” Billy asked.
“Right.” Aiden shook his head, gesturing to the honey badger at his side. “This is, uh, Billy. He’s been wanting to meet with you and see if –”
“The name’s Billy La Croix,” the badger said, stepping forward and offering his hand to the panther. “And I’m wanting to get on the program as soon as you can fit me in. Faster if you can.”
It wasn’t just the sheer bravado on display that held Aiden’s attention. Rather, there was something that he saw in the panther’s green eyes. Something flashed back there, glinting at the name ‘La Croix,’ and suddenly, the doctor’s relaxed pose shifted, becoming something far more intense, more interested in what was going on.
“Hmmm, I see. Well, Mr. La Croix, my office is always looking for more people to help,” the panther said. “But there’s more to it than just getting the supplements. I’m sure that a fine young man like yourself would welcome the chance to cum and get paid for it, as well.”
“Heh, you know I sure as hell would.”
“And if you’re willing to be allow your cum to be stored for other experiments, I can offer a little bit extra.”
“Fucking A. I get pills to make me buff and I get to cum my brains out and get paid for it? Who wouldn’t sign up for that?”
“Well, Mr. McFergus behind you has the idea that it might not be a program for him, but I do make the offer.”
“What? Dude!”
The honey badger rounded on him, staring at him like the rat was completely insane. And considering the deal on the table, most people probably would have thought the same. A lot of clinics would have asked payment to donate cum, whereas Simon offered actual money for them to walk in and do their business in the machine. Any other guy he knew would have taken that deal.
But without knowing what it was used for…
“Gimme that paperwork. I’ll sign up for that today!” Billy said. “And if you know what’s good for you, dude, you should do the same.”
“Heh, give him time,” Simon said before Aiden could say anything in return. “He’s got a lot on his mind, and I’m sure that he has more questions than you do.”
“Questions just get a man tied down. You gotta learn that you can’t answer everything. If you always wait for an answer, all your chances are gonna pass you by.”
Simon chuckled, shaking his head, but Aiden could see that it was done entirely in a playful, enabling way. The panther was getting exactly what he wanted with Billy this time, but there was something else there. He’d seen Simon behave differently with other clients, usually giving them some pleasant smiles but always having something else that he wanted to be doing, something else that clearly had his attention over the people that had just walked in to dump a load or get some pills.
He was treating Billy differently, and it had started the second that he’d heard the honey badger’s last name. It was a faint clue to chase, but it was something –
Wait. He’d seen that same sort of treatment before, and it had been when he’d first given his name to the panther. The second that Simon had heard the name ‘McFergus,’ things had changed between them, and the panther had gotten far pushier than he had been up to that point. Oh, it had slackened off, but now that he thought about it, he realized Simon wasn’t so much giving up as he was making sure that he didn’t scare Aiden off. He still wanted the rat to come in and give him what he wanted…
Which meant that Aiden might have a little more leverage than he thought. He crossed his arms as he looked down at the paperwork Billy was signing, then looked back up at the panther.
“I got a deal for you,” he said.
“Mmm? Do tell,” Simon asked.
“I’ll sign the same deal that Billy’s signing, let you have all that stuff, but…you gotta tell me what you’re doing with it.”
“…Intriguing.”
“What, too much?” Aiden asked.
“Not at all. But you are the first person to actually ask.”
“Wait…this isn’t going to make me responsible for kids or child-care payments, right?” Billy asked, looking up from the paper that was all but signed. “I’m not going to be on the hook for all that shit, right?”
Really one of those questions that you should ask in advance, Aiden thought, shivering as he imagined how many payments that might add up to over the years. God, the way that you could just end up being the money-bags for a hundred people if you donated too much cum to a place like this…
“Not at all,” Simon said. “While there are a select few that do take advantage of our semen collection for the purposes of impregnation, most of what we take in is used for various experiments and advancements.”
“There something in the contract that says that I’m not responsible?”
“Of course.”
“Okay…okay, good. Fuck, you scared me for a second…”
And that’s the other thing. Believing what someone else says without looking at it yourself, the rat thought. I get not wanting to think too hard about the future after having so little of one to start, but fuck…
In seconds, the paperwork was done, shuffled across the table, and being shoved into a desk drawer. Simon chuckled to himself, patting the honey badger on the shoulder and pulling him along –
“Wait. Hey, aren’t you coming?” Billy asked, looking over his shoulder at the rat. “You gotta make one, too.”
“We don’t share rooms here,” Simon said, patting the honey badger’s back. “It would corrupt the product.”
“But –”
“Don’t worry. He will be making a donation today.” Simon looked over his shoulder. “You stay right there. When I finish hooking Billy here up to one of the collection machines, we’ll fill out your paperwork.”
Aiden nodded. He doubted that there was much anyone could do for Billy at this point; the honey badger was so dead-set on his goal of being bigger, stronger, and more masculine that he doubted that a priest could have stopped him from going to the back rooms. Getting milked wasn’t that bad, though he imagined that Billy was going to get a hell of a wake-up call for how intense the machines were. Aiden certainly had, the first time. Even now, he still crossed his legs thinking about how the machines felt when they were on full power and trying to get his cum out of him.
As he sat in the waiting room, though, he couldn’t help but wonder. Just what did Simon want from him and Billy specifically? Both of them had enchanted the panther doctor with their last names, and Simon had implied that his own was a bit of a famous name, something from out of history. Maybe there was some work that he could do at the local library to try and untangle that particular mystery before it got worse. It was certainly something to make a note about.
Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, Aiden wondered if Billy was really as confident as he looked. Sure, the smaller male was eager to get his rocks off and get big, and he talked a good game for it. Time spent sick as a kid meant that he would have some determination going forward, but…
Do you really know what you’re getting into?
Bit of a rich question, considering Aiden was only going to get an explanation of what was going on by getting into it himself. He sighed, rubbing his forehead as his imagination ran a little wild, painting pictures of Billy getting pushed up to the collection machine, the honey badger’s cock disappearing down the tube and his hands settling on the machine itself. He remembered the way that that thing rippled up and down a shaft, edging it, collecting seed little by little and teasing the balls to produce more. It was like a blowjob and a standing fuck at the same time, and he doubted that anyone that didn’t have their own kind of fucking machine was entirely ready for that thing.
And the lube…
He still remembered that, too. How thick and slimy it was, how it had to be some kind of sensitizer with the way that it made the dick tingle and throb just from a simple application. It had to be some sort of proprietary medical thing for the clinic, and he imagined that Simon could have made bank selling that to a few sex shops.
Wait…what if –
“Sorry about the delay there.”
Simon had returned. Aiden lifted his head, looking at the panther as he changed out of one coat to another, a notable stain on the side of it.
“Problematic patient?” Aiden asked.
“Heh, to a point,” Simon admitted, shaking his head. “He was a little too excited and blew a load before he even got into the machine.”
“That’s…quite the hair trigger.”
“Indeed. Certainly not what I expected from someone like him.”
“You think that he can take what the machine does?”
“Oh, I doubt that he has much choice. He did sign the paperwork, after all, and withdrawal of consent is very much limited to between sessions.”
“…Right…”
“Now, you said that you wanted to ask some questions about this before committing?”
Aiden nodded, pushing himself to his feet.
“Yes, I –”
“Ah, ah.”
The panther held up a finger before reaching into his desk again. He pulled out another contract that looked remarkably similar to what Billy had just signed, and then a second one, smaller and much more direct. Aiden arched an eyebrow as he walked over to the front desk, picking up the second one and flipping through it.
It actually was surprisingly direct for something that looked like a legal document. He flicked through the three pages it covered, making sure to re-read it no less than four times before he looked up.
“Basically, so long as I keep giving you the agreed-upon semen amounts, you keep giving me answers to whatever questions I ask regarding your experiments on said semen.”
“Indeed. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“There’s just…two questions.”
“…Hmm, a very curious rat, you are.”
“First one. It implies that I will only be allowed to keep that knowledge for as long as I continue to produce for you. Not that I will have access to it, but that I will keep it. That…is a little bit of a strange read. Unless you had some sort of medical way of removing my memories, there’s no way that you can take away the knowledge in the first place.”
The panther arched an eyebrow, but didn’t immediately answer. Aiden gestured at the contract again.
“It’s right there. See?”
“Oh, I’m aware. I’m just rather surprised, heh. Then again, I’m so used to dealing with patients with their brains in their balls and biceps that I forget that sometimes people have actual reading comprehension.”
“So, what does that mean?”
“What’s your other question?” Simon asked.
“You didn’t answer my first one.”
“I will, after you tell me the second one.”
“What makes you think I’d believe that when you refuse to answer the first one?”
“What makes you think that you are owed an answer before you’ve signed either contract?”
Much as he hated it, it was the one answer that the panther could have given that he couldn’t push back on. He gritted his teeth, looking down at the contract again, but there was no way out of that particular riposte.
“Fine. Second question.”
“Mmm-hmm?”
“The contract says that I can ask about the experiments you run on the semen that you’ve collected, but not about the people that profit from it.”
“Heh, yes. I do have to maintain at least a little protection for those at the end of the research chain.”
“Why?”
“Simple business, really,” Simon said, sitting on the edge of the desk. “If they think that I’ll just expose them – and it’s nothing harmful, but there are a few embarrassing things about the experiments – then they will drop everything. And that’s not going to end well for all those students that are getting by on all the extra cash that I’m paying them, is it?”
“…”
“Do you know how much the average student gets paid with this deal?”
“No.”
“Another thousand dollars a month than they’re used to.”
Aiden whistled, and the panther chuckled.
“Indeed. Now, imagine all those irresponsible frat boys and others that suddenly find themselves a thousand dollars deficient every month. Twelve thousand a year poorer.”
“…That would…impact a lot of them.”
“Very much so. And that would mean that they would probably have a much harder life, and be very, very angry about it. Now, I’m not saying that it would come back to haunt you, but there is the chance that someone might find out that someone else, poking too deep into the whole system that kept them in a good standard a living, brought the whole thing crashing down. And if they found out that you were responsible, what do you think would happen?”
He didn’t have to think very hard to know that there would be a lot of threats, at the very least, and some of the more drunken, less-restrained guys in the frat would be on his ass in short order. Particularly if they lost access to the supplements that had them so big and strong – and probably hung, considering every single person on the pills seemed to be well-endowed. He shook his head, looking down at the contracts.
“Still want to learn what’s going on behind the curtain?” Simon asked.
“…Yes.”
“I thought so. Sign on the dotted lines, please.”
There was no choice. If he wanted to know what was being done here, if he wanted to find out what was going on with Simon, then he had to play the panther’s game. He took the pen and signed both contracts, pushing them back to the doctor. They went into the drawer with Billy’s, and Simon hopped off the desk.
“Great. Now, let’s go get you hooked up to the machine.”
“But my questions –”
“Are dependent on you paying into the system first,” Simon said, smirking. “And that means putting in at least one good load from those swollen balls of yours. Preferably two. I think that you can manage that, yes?”
“…”
“You can, yes? You haven’t been spending it willy-nilly on other people?”
“I haven’t.”
Not even after he had been with Jeran and Neil. They’d made the offer, of course, but he hadn’t gone through with it. He’d chickened out at the last second and gone back to his place. At the time, he’d felt like a coward, but now, he was almost relieved. There’d be more than enough pent-up seed down there for the purposes of being milked.
“Good, good. I don’t want you to ruin your seed, of course; that can happen if you keep it pent-up for too long. But at the same time, you don’t want to milk it out too much. It can reduce the quality and leave it too thin.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”
“Just making sure. Now, to the milking chamber.”
It wasn’t the same room where he’d gone through a milking before, but it might as well have been. The chamber was still the same plain thing, with a pillar of a milking machine in the middle of the room, a little lube dispenser on the side, and just enough space for him to feel awkward without someone else in the room.
“You remember how it works, yes?” Simon asked.
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Good. Then I can leave you here and go and check on Billy.”
“You trust me?”
“I know what you need, Aiden. You just give yourself a good milking, make sure that you drop a good enough load for me into that machine, and then you can finally ask your questions. If you’re conscious enough, of course.”
That was going to be the main concern, he admitted. The machine was meant to milk cum from a cock, but it was very, very good at it. Almost too good, in his opinion; it drained the living hell out of him, usually, and he often had to limp his way home, stopping time and time again to catch his breath. He didn’t know what kind of shape he’d be after giving up another load today, but he hoped that he’d have what he needed.
The panther left the room, and Aiden stripped out of his clothes. He folded them and set them on the other side of the pillar machine, taking a few deep breaths before reaching for the lube dispenser.
As soon as the first little handful fell into his palm, he felt the familiar tingle that it always had. Warm, just a bit slimy, not quite the same consistency as the lubes that he could have found outside the clinic; and yet, it sent a heat through his fingers that would soon follow below.
He gripped his cock in the other hand and stroked around the head. Almost immediately, his shaft started coming to life, rising up and throbbing with fresh blood flowing through it. He huffed, leaning forward against the machine as he felt his cock twitching up, up, up, getting more and more excited with each stroking application of the strange lube. It was so…so sensual compared to just his hand, and he groaned as he felt the machine start humming under him. Never understood how that worked; maybe it responded to heartbeat or pulse or something.
Whatever the reason, the little cock-sized hole in the middle of the pillar started undulating, offering him a fine hole to fuck, or just to get milked by. He knew that it would ripple around him and do all the work if he wanted, but fuck…
Aiden applied another coat of the lube, feeling it dripping down to his balls. It was so…so slippery and so warm that it felt almost organic in a way. Possibilities started popping in his brain, but they very quickly slipped to the background as he focused more and more on the pure pleasure of just…having that tingling, heated, pleasurable sensation around his cock from the lube alone.
Of course, he couldn’t spend too long jerking off. He had to keep it reasonably sterile, and that meant the machine. He slid forward, his cock bobbing up and down over balls that felt like they were churning overtime, and he growled deep in his throat as he slid his tip against the hole.
Too slick. He slid off it the first time, having to grip his cock at the base to line it up properly and keep it from moving too far. He growled under his breath, nudging against it again, again, again until –
Squelch.
“Mmmph…”
Almost immediately, the machine started spinning, spiraling, bouncing around his cock. Each individual movement was gentle, almost too much so, but it all built up to something that was almost overwhelming. As always, he ended up having to hug the machine, gasping and huffing for breath in seconds as his cock was treated to the gentle, edging treatment of the high-tech cum-sucker. The rat leaned his head down, panting, huffing through clenched teeth as the machine slowly built up.
Squeeze.
Suck.
Clench.
The pressure, the speed, the spiraling movements of the inside of the tube just kept varying themselves up, making it impossible to entirely predict what would happen next. It was always just a little more intense than it needed to be, always pushing him and making him feel the difference between what he expected and what he got. The machine never felt like ‘just’ a machine. It always felt like something organic, surprising, and insistent on getting his seed.
The rat pressed himself firmly to the pillar, hugging it, holding himself close as his balls rose and feel, almost getting to that peak before dropping again. Closer, then further, closer, then further, always riding that line.
His hips twitched, almost giving into the urge to thrust, but no. He was going to let the machine do the work, feeling it already getting him so close. So painfully close. Aiden panted, clenching his hands into fists and curling his toes against the floor.
Just a little bit further…then you can ask your questions…and you can find out what is going on…
He just had to hold on a little longer, push himself a bit further. Then…then he’d know…then he’d be able to –
“Nnngh…”
Another edge, another easing off. The machine wasn’t going to let him off that easily. But if he could hold on, not thrust…then he could have the stamina to still talk at the end.
Just a bit longer…
The End
Summary: Aiden goes back to the clinic for answers, and gets teased.