[b][u][center]The Seed Collector Part 1 For Roureem By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Aiden grunted as the bus came to a sudden halt, jostling him from self-pitying thoughts enough to look out the window. The rat barely needed a glance to know that they weren’t at his stop yet, but he forced himself to stare out the window at the park, at the people walking the concrete paths or sitting at the fountains and just take it in for a moment. He knew that he’d be back to the bad thoughts in short order, but at least for a little bit, he could look at other people and feel at least some happiness on their behalf. There were dozens of couples taking advantage of the warm summer day to get some time outside, and most of them were holding hands, kissing, and getting as close to one another as they could. He saw the looks in their eyes, ranging from love to lust and anywhere in between, and despite his own situation, he couldn’t help but smile as some of them flirtily darted for the trees at the edge of the park. There were plenty of places to hide and have some ‘fun’ with each other, if one was brave enough to try. Evelyn had never been quite that brave, but he remembered the little gropes that they’d shared and the soft touches that they’d enjoyed before – And there it was. Aiden sighed, turning his head from the park as the bus set off again, and rested his chin on his hand. [i]Never going to get over that, I bet,[/i] he thought. [i]Not for a while, at least.[/i] Evelyn. He remembered her all too clearly. A wide-hipped, slightly mature rat woman, older than him by five years, but that hadn’t been a negative. At least, not at the beginning of the relationship. He’d thought that they’d be able to work through any issue that came up, and for a while, they had. Her maturity had been a welcome change from the drama of high school and the other petty games that were played at college, and he’d thought that they’d be able to take on the world. Then, of course, there was the disagreement. The big one. Shaking his head, the white-furred rat leaned back in his seat, his hands in his lap. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about her? [i]Because you loved her, dumbass,[/i] he thought, his inner voice far less kind than anything that he used when he talked to someone else. [i]You loved her, and now you can’t love her anymore, and it hurts.[/i] Breaking up sucked. It really, really did. He was thankful when the bus chimed, announcing that they were turning onto his street. Aiden reached for the pull-cord, dragging it down just in time to keep from zooming past his stop, and the bus crunched to a halt. Almost thrown out of his seat – and enduring the stares from all the other riders that had been lost in their own heads before the bus came to that screeching halt – he got to his feet and walked out the back door of the bus. It zoomed off, leaving him alone on the sidewalk in front of a brand-new business. [i]Dr. Taylor’s Semen Center,[/i] he read from the neon sign over the door. [i]Not the sort of place I ever imagined coming to…[/i] Shaking his head, he pushed the glass door open, looking around the front room of the clinic. Nobody else was waiting, and he didn’t like the implications when he saw only three chairs in the waiting room. The lights on the ceiling flickered, like they hadn’t been replaced for far too long, and there was nobody behind the desk on the far side of the room. No files in the cabinets, nothing that implied a regular clientele. [i]Maybe this was a bad idea…[/i] Just as the rat started to turn around, however, one of the two doors that led further into the practice opened, and a panther in a white lab coat stepped out. The feline paused, blinking at him for a moment before smiling. “Mr. McFergus, right?” “That’s…me?” “Splendid. You’re right on time for your appointment. I was just getting everything set up in the back.” “You’re…the only one here?” “That a problem?” “No, just…surprising,” Aiden said, stepping the rest of the way through the door and letting it shut behind him. “I just thought that this would be a more…I don’t know. Sorry.” It felt like there was nothing positive that he could say about this place, so he said nothing. He let the panther guide him to one of the chairs, taking the usual clipboard and pen for first-time patients, but was surprised when the other man sat down beside him. “Didn’t mean to leave you hanging, sir,” the panther said. “I’m Dr. Taylor, but you can call me Simon.” “And you can call me Aiden.” “Ah, Aiden. An old cognate for Adam, isn’t it?” “Well, uh, I guess. I never looked it up.” It was strange to have a doctor that was so genial at a place like this, but the rat supposed that it was to keep someone from feeling awkward about what they were about to do. The idea that he had come down here to donate sperm was still embarrassing in the back of his head, but really… “So, what brings someone like you down here? If you don’t mind me asking, of course,” the panther asked. “Just…reasons.” “Ah. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry, but, well, you can see that there’s a lot to recommend you. I’m sure that someone like you would have a very easy time getting some tail if he wanted it, after all.” Aiden doubted that. He was average in every way. Standard height, weight, muscles, and even down to the intimate bits, average. There was nothing there to recommend him to others, as far as he was concerned, and it had been pure luck to get someone like Evelyn in his life. He sagged at the thought of her again, shaking his head as he filled out the paperwork. One bit of info after another. Weight, height, age, allergies, health problems, and then… Well, then the more intimate details started to come up. Average load size, general time spent jerking off, how much he came on a daily basis, and more sexual details that he wasn’t used to thinking about. He paused as he went through them, having to really put some thought into it to make sure that he was answering them honestly. “You can just approximate, you know. We’re guys; we know that we don’t pay that much attention to those details,” Simon said. “That’s…appreciated, thanks.” “You’re so tense. You know that you don’t have to be, right? I’m not judging anybody that comes here. We all have our reasons for doing this. And – ah. You’re not used to doing it alone at the moment, are you?” “How’d you know?” “You’ve got that look. Had a partner, now you don’t?” “…” “What happened?” “I’m not here for therapy. Seriously. But…” There was something about the panther’s eyes. The yellow-green glow in them was almost too warm, too comforting for him to entirely resist. He looked down at the paperwork again and sighed, shaking his head as he rested the clipboard over his lap. “I just…I wanted kids. She didn’t. And I thought that would be okay, but the more that we stayed together, the more that I realized that wasn’t as…negotiable as I thought. And I was starting to take it out on her, like…You know how it goes. You feel like you’re doing someone a favor and you think that you should get something extra for it, and you never do?” “Mmm. I know that feeling quite well. So many little things that you do, and then never get paid back for.” Simon chuckled. “Of course, it helps when you’re up-front about the favor for a favor thing, but some people can’t quite manage to bring that up.” “Yeah, well, I wasn’t up-front, and I wasn’t the best person about it, either. I kept saying that it didn’t matter, that I could wait, but that was the wrong thing. She didn’t want kids. Ever. And I kept thinking that either she should change her mind, or she should do something else. I didn’t even know what else it was, but –” “But something.” “Yeah.” Aiden sighed. “And, well, that led to the break-up. I fucked up, and she was done dealing with it. I wasn’t a good person about it, and…yeah. That’s about it.” And that was the long and short of it. It was a mismatch from the start, and he hadn’t been able to address it fairly or properly until the whole thing came crashing down around his ears. All he could do was hope that he had been better about the break-up part of the whole thing than he had been about the rest of the relationship. He sighed, picking up the clipboard again. Thankfully, the doc didn’t have more to say. There was an option towards the bottom of the page asking whether he consented for his cum to be used for IVF as well as general medical studies. The idea made him pause, and he sat there with his pen hovering over the option as he imagined little rats with his eyes or his fur running around a playground. The idea appealed more than he imagined, even if he wouldn’t necessarily have the chance to see them. At the very least, his genetic material would be responsible for bringing a new generation to the world. “Mr. McFergus?” Simon asked. “Sorry.” He shook his head. “Started thinking about it again, and…yeah.” “Don’t worry. If you want to think about it for a bit longer, you can. You can always change that particular option later. For now, how about we leave it unchecked and we can get you back to the machines, eh?” “That sounds like a – wait. Machines?” Aiden blinked. “When did you start using machines instead of the magazines and the, um…the hand method?” The very fact that he was asking a doctor about porn and masturbation was embarrassing enough, but the fact that the doctor didn’t even take a little of that embarrassment from him – and just smiled, instead – was not making it better. God, what sort of clinic had he come to? “Heh, you know what? You can fill the rest of that out later. Why don’t you come with me?” # [i]What have I gotten myself into?[/i] There was nothing else that Aiden could think as he was led into the first waiting room and found himself staring at a standing machine with an adjustable hole right at crotch height. It was a simple little thing, standing no more than stomach height for him, and yet, he could not stop looking at the hole. Simon stood by the pillar, poking the little orifice with one finger. “We’ve got a few different models for this. I can change it out for mouth or ass, if you prefer that?” “No, no, this…this is fine…” It was not easy for him to look at it. He’d never been much of a sex-toy man, and the fact that he was looking at such an anatomically correct pussy imitation was hard for him to get past. The fact that it looked as fuckable as it did didn’t make it easier, either. He could feel his dick already getting harder in his pants as he imagined just walking up to that thing and fucking it. It wasn’t that he was attracted to machines or anything, but more that he hadn’t cum in a few days, his balls feeling rather heavy as a result, and it made him…needy. Pent-up and wanting in a way that he hadn’t usually been with his girlfriend back when they were together, and he was pretty sure that he was going to make a mess and – “Why machines?” he made himself ask, just to break the line of thought. “I mean…I get that it’s probably…cleaner –” “Much,” Simon said, nodding. “But it’s gotta be expensive.” “Oh, a bit, but you would not believe how much more we get out of these things than we do from masturbating clients,” the panther said, shaking his head. “Not to mention that we can keep the samples as pure as possible without air contact from the room, or from any, shall we say, tactile disturbances as someone puts them into the jar properly. The number of times someone has missed the collection vessel…” The rat could only imagine, his cheeks burning bright pink beneath the white fur as he looked at the pillar again. It seemed almost unreal that he was going to do this, but…well, he felt like it was the only way to have a chance to have some kids, sometime, somewhere, and maybe…maybe he could figure out a way to make it work out. Maybe. Somehow. He shuffled from foot to foot as the doctor walked around the pillar, pointing to different pieces of it. “The cum collector’s in the back. Whatever comes out will go down there, getting scanned by the machine to make sure that we find any and all diseases or impurities or anything else weird about it.” “I thought you did blood tests for that?” “Used to, but this is something that is far more advanced than that. It catches anything and everything that goes through. Nothing can get past this little wonder machine.” “I…see…” “And if you’re interested in more than just the sucking part of the machine, there’s other types of stimulation that it offers.” The panther pressed a button on the side and a mechanical arm dropped out of the front. It unfolded and pushed upward, forming a fucking arm topped with a dildo, one that was thankfully not [i]too[/i] large. Another button made it start oozing lube as if it was something living, filled with pre-cum and who knew what else, and that was far too much for the rat. “I…I’m good with just the slit,” Aiden said. “Heh, nothing wrong with vanilla.” Except that there was something in the panther’s voice that made it very clear that he was judging every single vanilla man when he said that. Simon walked away from the pillar, but didn’t leave. Even when Aiden cleared his throat, all the panther did was cock his head to the side. “Something the matter?” “Um, a little privacy would be nice.” “Oh, that. Sorry, but no can do. It’s important that someone that knows the machine stays around just in case something goes wrong. Liability, you understand?” “…” “And besides, wouldn’t you want someone around just in case it starts to suck too hard?” the panther teased. “That’s…I mean…” “Flustered?” “I’ve never had another guy looking at me while I did it, that’s all. I don’t know how to handle that.” “Well, just pretend I’m not here. Unless you like it, in which case –” “I don’t want to think about it.” “Heh, that’s fine, that’s fine. Now, there’s a sterile lube dispenser on the right side of the pillar. Just apply a bit of that to your dick, get hard, and then slide it in. The machine will do the rest of the work for you.” That was still surreal to him, but he had come this far, and at least it was going to be free. The fact that he had to be watched was more than a little bit weird to him, not to mention just a trifle disturbing – was the panther getting off on this? – but he didn’t want to just walk out now. Not when he had made an appointment for this and otherwise wasted the feline’s time. That was his biggest flaw, he supposed, but knowing that he put other peoples’ needs over his own didn’t mean that he could magically fix that problem. All it meant was that he knew that he had a problem and didn’t actually have a solution. He just kept committing the same mistakes and he never got better. Probably the reason why even he looked down on himself. Shaking his head, he blushed as he unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down just enough to let his cock and balls out. Despite the strangeness of the situation, he was already at least a little stiff, rising up and getting harder as he held his dick in one hand and reached out for the lube with the other. It wasn’t much of a cock, he supposed. Evelyn had never been particularly impressed with it, and he was never one to imagine that it was particularly large, either. It filled his hand, though, and a little bit more. Probably about six inches, maybe seven on a very, very good day? Something along those lines. The fact that he was a rat meant that his balls were a little larger than some species, at least proportional to his body, and they were heavy and firm, churning away inside of his briefs. “Ready?” Simon asked. “Could you…not talk as much?” Aiden asked. “I mean…I get you have to watch, but do you have to…” “Mmmm, fine. I’ll be quiet. Just try and relax. Think of it like the locker room or something.” “I was bullied in the locker room.” “You really are a bundle of nerves, aren’t you?” The black cat didn’t know the half of it, but there wasn’t much point in getting into that with someone that wasn’t a therapist or a head doctor. Shaking his head, he pumped the lube out and started rubbing it into his cock. He grew to full erection, no longer than seven inches and perhaps a fraction of an inch shorter today, and he groaned as he bit off a moan of pleasure. The machine started to hum as he moved closer, his dick twitching as he rubbed it against the hole. It felt so strange, almost life-like in its own way. Impossible, yet he couldn’t help but grind against it as he remembered the number of times that he had done the same thing with Evelyn. Something about the strange, artificial flesh and the way that it clenched against the bottom of his cock made him want to thrust in, to fill it, to feel it give him what he had been denying himself, and the almost bestial rutting urge was more than enough to drive him in. “Nnngh!” The machine activated as soon as the tip of his dick was inside, thrusting forward to swallow the whole thing at once. He thrust forward with it as it pulled back, gasping as he felt it sliding up, down, up, down his cock, the entirety of his shaft inside the pillar but some secondary sleeve running along his cock. It spun, twisted, then turned the other way, and a vacuum of some sort pulled on the shaft as a whole, making him huff and puff for breath as it felt like he was balls-deep in the most active partner that he had ever had in his life. His arms wrapped around the pillar machine, holding himself to it and leaning against it as his knees rattled. Of all the things that he had expected, this sort of super-pleasure was not one of them. Hissing through his teeth, he squeezed the pillar as tight as he could as the sleeve around his cock kept moving. Forward, back, forward, back, always pushing down to the base of his cock before moving up to the head. It paused near the tip, spinning and teasing the sensitive end, rubbing little nodules of some sort or another against him. More lube-slime teased his cock, making everything so soft and gentle, and yet, so overwhelming. He wanted to thrust, but as he tried to buck forward, the machine’s sheer suction power kept his hips locked with the pillar proper. He couldn’t thrust against it, couldn’t fuck it. Instead, it fucked him, sucking him in deeper, holding him closer, making it feel as if he was bound to the pillar until it was done sucking him dry. [i]That’s hot…[/i] He didn’t know why it was hot, but the very idea of being so helpless to a machine that was sucking everything that he had to offer right from his balls hit him hard. He groaned, biting his lips as he held his hips closer, closer, closer still to the machine, his toes curling inside his shoes as he felt the wet, slippery motions inside. It felt like someone was riding him now, their hips bouncing up and down, their pussy sucking his cock into their depths and grinding down on him. The sleeve moved somehow, almost feeling like someone swiveling their hips as they bounced up and down on his cock, sucking it right to the base, squeezing tighter, and then slowly rising up on it. He moaned, closing his eyes as he imagined her again. Evelyn was right there in his mind’s eye, the other rat riding him like she had done at the start of their relationship. A bit of love in her eyes, a little fascination, and – Pity. Oh, there was pity back then, and he remembered how even those good times had been tainted. She had been amazing, he had been average, and she’d known it. Was it a pity date that first time? A pity fuck that he had made good on with the other things that he could do for her when she sat on his face? He didn’t know. He supposed he never would. But as he stood there, the image changed, making him think of her as if she had been riding some super-stud. He imagined her bouncing up and down on his cock, her eyes rolled back like some of the women in those old pornos. Oh, that would have been so much hotter. Impossible, yes, but the fantasy was there now, and – “Mmmph…mmmph…” The machine was speeding up, rocking inside of the pillar, slamming down on his cock over and over again. The fantasy grew stronger, imagining his ex going into a frenzy as she bounced on his cock. Her slippery hole sliding along his shaft, ramming her hips down to meet his, jamming him right into her womb and not letting him go: it was exactly the sort of thing that a real super-stud would have felt with their partner, and he was getting it for free. Up. Down. Up. Down. She was all the way impaled on him, and his balls were rising up in his pants, his orgasm coming closer and closer. He moaned, leaning forward, his hips moving in the tiniest little micro-thrusts that he could manage as he held the image of her desperate need in his mind’s eye. That wanton face, the image of her mouth hanging open, pleasurable drool running down her jawline as she rode him – “Nnngh!” He stopped as the machine pushed him over the edge. One last suck-thrust and he was cumming. The first shot ripped through him, blasting into the machine, and he felt the sleeve freeze where it was. Halfway down his cock, suddenly tight, the vacuum pulling at him harder than it had for the rest of the session. He huffed, grunted, panted as he stood there, feeling every last shot being sucked right out of him as if he was a drink that the machine was draining with every passing second. Pulse, pulse, pulse went the shocks of pleasure through his body, until he was throbbing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His balls felt noticeably lighter, and his head spun as he kept standing there, feeling the little tingles that came with the utter pleasure rippling through him. He was barely able to keep his footing, his cock still locked with the machine, and he could swear that it was doing something else. Oozing around him, draining along his cock, lube that simulated cum making him feel like he had just creampied something. “Astounding.” And then, Simon reminded him that he wasn’t alone. The red came rushing back to his white cheeks, and he groaned as he fought the urge to try and pull himself out right then and there. The slightest movements – even the faint bits of pressure rippling along the underside of his cock, draining the last of his cum from his shaft – was enough to make him feel pleasure-pain from the hyper-sensitivity that came post-orgasm. Trying to pull out of the sex machine would probably be pain incarnate. The panther walked back into view, leaning down to the base of the machine. It was hard not to stare as the black-furred man squatted down, head nearly at level with the rat’s trapped dick. “Looks like you had quite a bit for me there. Living up to your name, eh?” “I didn’t know…didn’t know Adam had a reputation.” “The other one. McFergus. A celtic hero that was known for being [i]very[/i] virile, heh.” The panther shook his head. “Just a little trivia, though I have to admit that I didn’t expect that much from someone like you.” “Someone like me?” “Someone – well, average, I suppose. That load was anything but.” “…I hadn’t done anything for a while.” “That would explain some of it, but not everything.” Aiden nodded, trying his best to focus on the conversation rather than the constant feeling of pleasurable pressure coming from below. The fact that his dick was slowly softening in the machine didn’t make it better, either; he felt like he was going to be exposed at any second, and the urges to either pull back and zip up or push in further to hide himself were becoming overwhelming. What was he supposed to do now that this was done? Was he just supposed to pretend that nothing weird had happened and just put it all away, or – “You can take a step back now.” He was rather grateful for instructions, and he did as he was told, taking one step back – “Mmmph!” Only to feel the sudden suck on his cock that nearly pushed him back to a full erection. Huffing at the sheer sensitivity down there, he slowly pushed his cock back into his pants, dragging his zipper up and trying to deal with just how intense the machine had been. Hell, just how intense the aftershocks of pleasure had ended up being. “Mmmph…” “You’ll be fine in a few minutes,” the doctor said. “The machine and the lube we use tend to leave most people at least a little overwhelmed. No shame in it.” “Right…” He shook his head. “So…is it clean? No problems?” “No problems at all. If anything, I would say that you’ve got some exemplary semen. Plenty of good stuff in there, quite virile, and I imagine very useful to any number of women…and studies. Hell, I could pay you more for more loads later this month, if you have time.” “…” “Something the matter, Aiden?” It was hard to know how to respond to that. Aiden had never had anyone really want him to come back, nor had anyone really said that anything he did was particularly valuable. Nothing bad, really, nothing that was done poorly, but never done particularly [i]well[/i]. The fact that the panther wanted him to come back – and was willing to pay him – had his head spinning, and the fact that he was still coming out of his pleasure high didn’t make that better. “Tell you what. You’re not thinking that clearly right now,” the panther said. “For now, go home. Try hitting a gym or two. See what you can do to put yourself out there again. Right now, you’re still thinking of that break-up, and that’s going to be on your mind for a while. See how it feels to have people looking at you again, and if you still want to come back after that, I’ll pay for whatever you pump out.” “You’re…you’re actually serious about this, doc?” “Serious indeed. I take quality [i]very[/i] seriously, and even if you think that you’re just ‘average’ – and there’s things that you can do about that, you know – your cum is anything but.” “…Well, at least I have something to recommend me.” “Heh, more than something. Come on. I’ll write you a couple of recommendations, a script for some zinc – you want bigger loads, trust me – and give you a couple of protein shakes to get you started. We’ll see you more confident in yourself yet.” # Aiden opened the door to his apartment with a relieved sigh. Nobody had said anything when he stopped at the pharmacy to get the zinc prescriptions, nor had anyone said anything when he picked up a couple of condoms at the doctor’s suggestion. Something about collecting samples and making sure that they were preserved or something along those lines, showing how much his loads improved or declined as time went on. He had been terrified of getting judged over that, but nothing of the sort had happened. All he had to do was pay for it, and then he was done. And now, he was home. His legs had finally stopped shaking from the intense pleasure of the machine, and yet, he kept thinking back to how good that had been, and how much easier it had been to imagine himself with someone that enjoyed him rather than pitied him. The mental images that had come to him of Evelyn actually getting her world rocked by him rather than him getting his rocks off from her skills had been… Well, it had been potent. He had never imagined himself as a stud that way, and it was something that he’d like to feel again. He didn’t know if he would – or if it was even possible – but it was something that lingered regardless. Maybe something would change and he’d feel better about himself. Maybe. He poured himself a glass of water and grabbed a spoon before making his way to the bedroom. Sitting down on the side of his bed, he peeled one of the protein powders open, pouring it into the water and stirring it in. The clear liquid turned white, looking not dissimilar to the load that he’d left in the machine. He tried not to think about that. As he stared at the glass, Aiden wondered what his life would be like. Without Evelyn, the plans that he’d had for the future were dashed to pieces, and he’d already started to hermit in his apartment without her. Just going down to the clinic almost hadn’t happened; the only reason he’d gotten up the resolve to do that was the chance to get a little money, put his cum out there, and maybe fulfill the fantasy of children one day. But now… [i]The doc’s right. I could at least try this out. See if I can build myself up a bit. If there’s one thing that’s special about me, maybe there’s something else, too.[/i] At the very least, it was fun to imagine, and maybe there was just enough reality to it that he could make it happen. The white-furred rat shrugged, tilting his head back and chugging the full shake at once. The taste was saltier than he liked with barely any sweetness to cut it, but he managed to force it all down without hesitation, chugging it faster and faster to keep the taste from lingering on his tongue. Finally, it was done, and he gagged as he put the glass down on the nightstand. It hung around in his guts, leaving him feeling a bit more stuffed than he liked, but he had to start sometime, right? And… And as he laid down, he felt something else stirring. The rat looked down between his legs, surprised to see his cock twitching in his pants. After an orgasm like the one at the clinic, he would have been surprised to have morning wood, let alone any other needs, but even as it twitched, he could feel the urge to reach down and take hold of it. [i]Must have been the days of chastity leading up to this…[/i] Aiden shrugged. Might as well indulge… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Aiden, a rat of low self-esteem, goes down to a cum-collecting clinic for some rather interesting reasons. Tags: M/solo, M/Machine, Cock Milking, Cum Clinic, Fertility Clinic, Panther, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Rat,