[b][u][center]The Seed Collector Part 3 For Roureem By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Adrian stepped out of the office building, shrugging off the last bits of his work day and letting all the paperwork that had yet to be filed and digitized be forgotten. That was tomorrow’s work, and today’s work was as done as it was going to get. Time to start moving on and thinking of something else. [i]Like sleep…[/i] The white-furred rat rubbed his forehead. Ever since waking up, he’d been rather distracted by an off-and-on boner, and more than that, a strange sense of being unfulfilled. It was weird, considering that he’d never wanted much of anything before. Evelyn had been the only thing that he’d really craved keeping, but his job, his school work, and every other part of his life had been just…kind of there. He’d accepted it, gone for what he needed to have to keep a survivable standard of living, but he’d never really imagined striving for anything more for himself. Today? Today had been different. His supervisor, normally just an irritating part of his job, had felt almost unbearable. The little nudges and reminders of different tasks that he was already doing had gone from just a minor frustration to something that made him want to lash out. He felt like he was oppressed, not trusted, looked down on as someone that couldn’t handle themselves. He felt…worthless in their eyes, and instead of feeling depressed, it made him feel angry. And more, it made him feel like he wanted to change their minds. [i]What’s wrong with me?[/i] Normally, the rat would have gone home and gone straight to bed, hoping that a good night of sleep would sort out his feelings on the matter. A good sleeping reset usually did the trick, but this time… This time, he pulled out one of the pamphlets that Dr. Taylor had given him at the clinic. The fact that he was taking advice for life-lessons from a cum-collecting professional wasn’t lost on him, but at the same time, there was the chance that he might have some good ideas. Certainly, Aiden didn’t have that many of his own, and he could really use some changes. The gym wasn’t that far from his workplace, located around the halfway mark between the office and his apartment. He could get there easily, just hop off the bus partway there and walk the rest of the way. And maybe pumping iron would go a little way towards relieving some of the frustration that he felt with life at the moment. Maybe there’d be something good about getting some of the chemicals that workouts were supposed to release. [i]And maybe…[/i] Looking down at his button-up shirt and his tight slacks, he imagined what he must look like to everyone else. Barely more than a beanpole, someone that hadn’t worked out for…god, how long now? Too long. Any mass that he might have had from high school was long gone, and he probably looked pathetic to most trained eyes. Maybe…maybe it was time for him to start changing that. Maybe that’d get him some attention like what Evelyn used to give him. “…I can’t believe I’m doing this…” Aiden walked to the bus stop, hands in his pockets. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to do a workout today. He didn’t have anything to wear at the gym, and he wasn’t sure if he could get a membership today or not, but there was something about the idea that spoke to him. He felt like…like he needed to make a change, to have people look at him in a way that didn’t just have pity and disdain written all over their faces. They looked at him like he was some sort of dirty, lower creature, and he wanted them to look at him like he was equal…or better. It was a new thought. He wasn’t sure how much he liked it. # The bus dropped him off a block away from the gym, and the short walk there was surprisingly hard as he kept second-guessing himself, wondering if he should just wait and get the next bus the rest of the way home. He almost convinced himself to sit down and do just that when a different thought came to him. [i]And what’s going to happen tomorrow if you don’t do this today?[/i] Ever since Evelyn had broken up with him, he’d stopped thinking of the next day. All he did was live for the present, and he’d stopped wondering what would happen afterward. Now… Now, he thought about going to work and dealing with that same condescending attitude. He imagined going to his cubicle, typing away, only to be interrupted with supervisors that believed that he couldn’t do the job that he had been hired for and needed to be looked after. He thought of the various coworkers that didn’t include him and looked down on him for being smaller. They were always there, always enjoying each other, and never entirely including him. If he wasn’t looked down on, seen as less, then he was invisible. He didn’t want that. He couldn’t have that. So, he kept walking, eventually reaching the front door of [i]The Devil’s Adonis.[/i] The gym was a broad, flat structure, with glass walls that let him see a great many people on machines and jogging in place on treadmills. Sprawled out over the windows was a red-skinned devil figure, smiling down at those that traveled on the sidewalk, smirking slightly as they passed. There was a strange, painted glint in the devil’s eye, too, and it was just enough to make him feel slightly uncomfortable. It felt…almost too real. The moment passed, and he walked through the front doors. They slid out of the way, and a tiger standing behind the front desk looked up at him. “Oh, hi. New guy?” the feline said. “Yeah, uh. Kinda.” Why did the desk worker have to be built thicker and stronger than 90% of his coworkers? The tiger was dressed in a sleeveless shirt that pulled in tight, the white cloth slightly stained near the pits, and every muscle in his torso was completely exposed and shown off in high definition through the skimpy white cloth. The fact that he was wearing sweats rather than any real pair of pants and still had well-defined legs didn’t make it any better. “I was hoping to get a membership?” “Heh, did you bring anything to work out in?” “I didn’t think that far ahead.” “Well, we can work with that.” “Really?” Aiden blinked. “Do people just…forget that often?” “Yeah, sometimes. Anyone tell you about this place?” “Uh, yeah, actually,” he said, reaching around to his back pocket. “I had a meeting with a doctor, and he mentioned that this was the kind of place for, uh, for someone that needed a little…” “Let me guess. Simon Taylor?” Aiden blinked. The tiger chuckled. “Knew it. That man steers so much business our way.” The tiger stepped out from behind the front desk, offering his hand. Aiden took it, shaking it without a thought. He was completely on autopilot now, and he wasn’t really thinking of anything but just keeping the status quo going. “The name’s Bart. I’m the owner of this place, but since we’re a little short on staff right now, I’m filling in for the guys at the front desk. No shame in it. Anyway, Simon sent you here, huh? Well, can’t say I’m surprised; he likes his clients to be pumping iron and keeping their testosterone high for whatever he does. Frankly, think he’s a bit pervy for the work that he does, but hey, everyone’s gotta find their niche, right?” “Yeah, I, um, I suppose so.” “Heh, relax, man. There’s no judgment here. Seriously. Let’s get you signed up, and we’ll see if there’s any clothes that you can rent for the first session. He give you those protein shakes, too?” Aiden nodded. “Hell yeah. I don’t know where he gets that stuff, but the man knows how to find results. I guess it’s all those medical connections. Gets all the good stuff before it hits the market, gives you a good jump on the competition. You know what kind of shape that you want to get in? Big guy, lean? Toned or bulging? What kind of body are you trying to get?” “Just…I don’t know. Something that’s less…weak.” “Any work-out will do that for you, uh – what was the name?” “Aiden.” “Aiden. Let me level with you. You’re going to get a body here that you’ll love. I promise you that much. There’s plenty of trainers here if you need ‘em, but the main thing is to just keep coming ‘round and putting the same effort into the workout that you do with everything else in your life. You work hard here, you’ll get everything you need. My word on it. Got me?” He nodded. “Awesome. Now, let’s fill out the paperwork and get you a locker, and then you can get started.” # It was a weird, weird feeling to be in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. Aiden was so used to either the formal wear that he had to wear to work or the jeans and loose shirts that he chose to wear around his apartment that he had forgotten what those clothes actually felt like. Not baggy, but not clinging, the t-shirt was enough to make him feel aware of the fact that he had a small – though not really that visible – belly, and the fact that his shoulders and arms weren’t nearly as thick as the other men in the gym. The shorts, on the other hand… He blushed as he sat down beside the weights, putting the protein shake that he’d been given off to the side. The shorts were [i]completely[/i] different, and he could feel his dick swinging around inside with every step. The legs of the shorts felt completely unsuitable for it, feeling like his dick could pop out at any second and show itself off. The constant fear of exposing himself was not exactly…bad, precisely, but it was distracting, and… Well, he wasn’t used to the idea of being so conscious of his cock and balls all the time, or the way that they could just pop out and show themselves off if he wasn’t careful. He [i]was[/i] wearing underwear, but something just felt…different. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was intense and embarrassing and, on some level, kind of [i]exciting.[/i] Shaking his head, he put that thought down and just focused on the weights in front of him. He hadn’t actually done much in the way of weight-lifting for some time, so he didn’t go for the heavy stuff right off the bat. Choosing a couple of ten-pound weights, he laid them on the floor and looked at the shake again. [i]Dr. Taylor said that this would help…[/i] And so had Bart, for all that the tiger had been overly enthusiastic about helping. The shake looked like something that had been churned up and meant to look like chocolate, but in reality it just came through as some sort of sludge. He had hoped for something a little more appealing, but… [i]It’s supposed to help me get stronger. I mean…would it really hurt to try it?[/i] Probably not, but he still hesitated. He had lived a simple life for so long, and the one time that he had tried to get what he wanted, he had been shot down. Evelyn didn’t want kids, and he had fucked up trying to get the relationship that he wanted without them, and – [i]Or did you fuck up because you pretended that you didn’t have desires?[/i] Aiden sighed. He didn’t know anymore. There were so many little bits and pieces that he didn’t understand about himself or the way that things were supposed to work. He probably needed therapy, all things being equal, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. The one thing that he knew for sure was that he wanted [i]this.[/i] Out of all the things that he wasn’t sure about, he was sure that he wanted to be stronger, better, someone that other people couldn’t ignore. Getting a thick body, built up and muscled, would go a long way towards making sure that people [i]saw[/i] him and noticed him. [i]Down the hatch.[/i] He forced the shake down, swallowing as hard as he could to get it down his throat quickly. There was a slight burn as it went down, followed by a chill from the cold hitting him faster and harder than it should have, but it faded quickly. As a matter of fact, it faded almost too quickly, making him feel…energized, warm, almost sweaty despite not doing anything. He thumped his chest, shaking his head as he felt the heat spreading through him, and he looked at the empty cup with a raised eyebrow. “What was in that?” No answer made itself known. He looked around the gym, glancing at the other men that were working out. They were in similar gear to himself, in loose, flapping shorts or tighter, smaller ones that showed off everything, and most of them were either drenched in sweat or toweling off to get rid of it. He saw bulky muscle-flesh everywhere, and he was the only exception to the rule. [i]Okay…if I don’t want to feel bad about being here…I need to get started.[/i] The rat took a deep breath and lifted the ten-pounder from the floor. He checked the posters around him for the proper posture, then began his curls. It felt…surprisingly good to be doing that. The weight was definitely there, and he almost regretted starting on a ten-pounder rather than with something lighter, but as he curled and pulled, he felt the heat building up in his arm. It was a barely-remembered sensation, something from high school when this had been required, and it…it felt good. It felt [i]right[/i] to be doing something with his body, building it up and making it stronger again. Stronger. Thicker. Bigger. Better. Aiden lost himself in the motions surprisingly quickly. While he felt the burn of extreme effort in his arms, he could feel something else, too, something that he didn’t know how to accept. There was…a need. A powerful need to keep pulling, curling, pulling, curling, like a low-level desperation that had come in as soon as his arms started to feel the physical exertion. The shake’s warmth through his body came back, making him feel hot, but not in a bad way. If anything, it felt…comforting. Right. He didn’t let himself think too much about it; if the shake was helping him, then he was going to let it help him. The happier he felt while working out, the better, because it’d make it easier for him to keep going. A little more. Then more. And more after that, until – “Hey, hey!” The rat blinked, looking up at Bart. Heat past warmth consumed his arm, and he groaned as he realized just how much discomfort had come in without him noticing. Bart sat beside him, rubbing his arm gently and helping massage some of the pain away as he put the weight back on the ground. “I know it’s a fun time, but come on. Don’t overdo it on your first day. Were you counting?” “…No?” Aiden admitted. “I was. That was sixty reps with that thing without stopping.” Sixty? No way. He couldn’t have… But the pulsing, throbbing sensation in his arm told him otherwise. He most definitely had pushed himself further than he meant to, and now his arm was telling him not to move. Not even a little bit. It needed to stay still for a good, long time to recover from what it had been put through. “Now, I’m not gonna tell you that you gotta go home, kid, but I’d suggest that after you do some stuff with your other arm, you stick to leg workouts for the day,” Bart said, still massaging and gently rubbing out the worst of the pain. “You don’t want to fuck yourself over, do you?” “No.” “Good, good. Heh. Trust me, I get wanting to get those gains as fast as you can, but let’s be sane about it, yeah? Feel the burn, not the inferno.” “Yeah…yeah. Heh. Thanks.” “No problem, kid.” A little pat on the back, and the tiger was gone. Aiden shook his head, rubbing his arm as he tried to figure out how the hell he had just…dropped like that. He’d never felt like that before, almost like there was some sort of compulsion to keep going. Even with his arm aching, he wanted to grab the weight and keep going. Compromising by reaching down with his uninjured arm, he started another set of curls. This time, he forced himself to count as he went, making sure to set an upper limit of twenty. No more than that, no more than that. As his arm rose and fell, he felt the same burn, and this time, being more focused on what he was doing, he felt something else. That heat, that [i]satisfaction,[/i] gave him a pleasant tingle all the way through his body. Each successful curl made him grunt, made him smile, and made him… Throb. That was the hard part for him. He was [i]aware[/i] a rising bulge in his shorts, and with how skimpy they were, he was painfully aware of just how exposed that would get if he shifted around too much. Aiden shook his head, taking one deep breath after another, trying to stay more aware of the number and his breathing over the heat in his body, but… Well, it was hard to deny when something felt good. And the feeling of self-improvement felt [i]very[/i] good, indeed. Pull. Curl. Push. Curl. He hit twenty and made himself stop. As soon as he dropped the weight, it felt almost as sudden as taking his hand off his dick while jerking off, as if he had been on the cusp of something and had ruined it. It was so surreal and strange that he just sat there, staring into space for a full five seconds before he was able to do anything else. [i]Pick up the weights. Put them away.[/i] Good behavior. Correct behavior. Once they were slotted back on the shelves, he looked around the gym. Nobody else seemed to have noticed him popping a tent while he was working out, which was something. They were either busy with their own workouts or talking to each other, big Adonis figures enjoying their own bodies, their own heats. [i]Will I be like them, someday?[/i] It was an interesting question, and one that he didn’t have the answer to. He rather hoped he would; the office wouldn’t be able to ignore him if he was that big a rat, and he imagined that most of his coworkers would have a hard time looking down on him if he got that big. If anything, he’d have the option of looking down on them. And having others look at him with…more lustful gazes. Every time one of those thoughts popped into his head, it took him by surprise. He wasn’t ready for any sort of hope of that sort; he didn’t live that way. It was just [i]easier[/i] to think of things on a day-by-day basis. When he hoped for things and they didn’t come true, they hurt him more than other people. So, why hope for… After a brief pause, Aiden clenched his arms. He felt the pain in the overworked one, but in the other, it was just heat. Heat and tension and potential energy. It was the start of something, he told himself. The start of something better, the start of being a rat that could hold and deserve the good kind of attention. If nothing else, he could prove to himself that Evelyn had lost out by breaking up with him. That would be worth something, and…maybe it would make him feel better. It was a surprisingly powerful motivator for him. Getting to his feet, he walked across the gym to one of the leg-focused machines and sat down. If he could take ten pounds for curls, he was pretty sure that he could take between twenty and thirty for his legs, to start with. And from there, he’d go to the treadmills, keep the cardio going, and – Oh, he would probably need to talk to a trainer eventually to make sure that he was doing this stuff in an order that didn’t fuck him up, but for now, he just wanted to do as many different things as possible. If nothing else, it would go a long way towards helping him figure out how he felt with the different machines, and how his body reacted to them. Considering he’d already come close to popping a boner just from doing curls, he wanted to see just how far his body would take it from some of the other machines… # It was a long hour of working out by the time that Aiden gave up the ghost and decided he was done. After experimenting with four different machines, bikes, treadmills, and one more go with the free-weights – he wasn’t about to try the bench-press, not after fucking up one arm as bad as he had – he was drained as drained could be, and more than that, sweatier than he had been in a long time. Probably sweatier than he had ever been in high-school gym class, from what he remembered. Younger Aiden hadn’t been so motivated as Present Aiden, and he didn’t even know why there was such a difference. There just was. The gym-goers had even been rather helpful when he needed some aid in figuring out how to operate this machine or that gadget, how to track the sort of exercise that he had been doing, and how much would be too much. No matter how much bigger the other men were than him, he felt…safe. Safe and confident, too, even when he had started to throb from the exercise. Of course, it helped that they were nearly as hard and eager as he was; the skimpy shorts that most of them wore didn’t hide anything. When he pointedly avoided looking at them there, he was half-afraid that he’d get some sort of lecture, but the only comment he got was: “Yeah, that’ll happen. All the happy-chemicals go right to your dick. The protein shakes make it worse. But at least we’re getting bigger everywhere, heh.” The bat that had said that had been one of the friendlier ones, though thankfully not much of a flirt. He wasn’t sure if he could have handled that. The rat walked back to the locker room, trudging along with tiredness in his steps and satisfaction in his heart. It was the first time that he’d felt anything of the sort in [i]years.[/i] For once, he felt like he’d accomplished something, and he felt like he was a damn good specimen of his species. A good example of what rodents could accomplish, that’s what he was. The sore-heat of his workout rippled through his arms, his chest, his legs, and even all the way down his tail from some of the butt-workouts that he had done. Squats were going to be a nemesis, but he’d been assured that it was something worth doing. But as he entered the locker room, he noticed something else. As he breathed in, he noticed the sheer richness of scents in the room. He hadn’t noticed it coming through, but maybe he was more sensitive now, more in-tune with things. Certainly, he noticed his own scent more. Musky, sweaty, slightly sour but without the bad sensations that came with that, he definitely was going to need a shower, but there was more to the ambient smells than just sweat. There was… There was a strong musk, a smell that was so sensual that his dying boner flipped right back up again. He blushed as he stopped at the end of one of the lockers, shaking his head. [i]Come on…this is…no way…[/i] He’d always been rather sensitive to smells. Evelyn had teased him about that when they were together, and she’d frequently rubbed her own juices under his nose to get him going. But this wasn’t the smell of a female. All he smelled was the crotch-smell of guys, the rich, earthy scent of many males that had worked hard and then cleaned up, the sweaty, slightly cummy smell that stained briefs and jockstraps and – “Mmmph…” Yep. That was a boner, and a throbbing, eager boner for that matter, much more insistent than the ones that he had felt out on the work-out floor. He blushed as he looked around, half-expecting to be called out for the throbbing tent that was getting stiffer by the second in his shorts. Nobody was around. Nobody was showering. [i]…If I’m quick…[/i] He couldn’t believe that he was even thinking about it, but at the same time, it sort of made sense. He hadn’t gotten off – aside from the time in the doctor’s office – since Evelyn had broken up with him. That had fucked with his sex drive so hard that he hadn’t bothered touching himself for…well, a long time. And now… Now he was all kinds of pent-up. Maybe that was why the exercise and the smells were getting to him. He’d never been that interested in the smells of other men before, but he’d kind of liked his own. Or at least, he remembered liking his own as part of the mix, and now he was so horny and needy that he didn’t care that much? [i]Not like…not like I’ve changed, really.[/i] Or at least, that was what he was telling himself. He didn’t know if it was right or if it was just a justification that he desperately needed, but it worked in either case. [i]Shower. Private shower.[/i] The rat ran for the nearest one, stepping inside and pulling the curtain closed around the cubicle. As soon as he pulled his shorts down, his cock jumped up, throbbing and pulsing for him. He stared at it, unable to believe just how veiny it was down the side and how much pre-cum was already starting to flow. One breath in, and he could smell his own musk adding to the scent in the locker room. Was it going to be something that anyone else noticed? Was he giving himself away even in the private shower? Did he care? The answer to the last question, at least, was no. As he grabbed his dick, feeling the pre-cum slime that was already coating it on all sides, he couldn’t resist pumping it immediately. The feeling of fucking his own hand was so potent; he’d expected it to feel less after his session with the machine at the doctor’s office, but this still felt good. It still fed the need that he had, and he could feel his balls rising already. [i]Condom.[/i] He had kept some with him, transferring his wallet and the condoms the doctor had given him to them. Huffing under his breath, Aiden used his tail to fish his wallet from his pocket and lift it to his hand. Fishing out one of the containers, he ripped it with his teeth, and shakily slid it down his throbbing cock. Even with the latex barrier between his shaft and his hand, he still felt too good. He groped his balls with his free hand, rubbed his cock with the other, and he clenched his teeth as tight as he could to keep the moans from getting too loud. Please, he begged, please don’t let anyone realize that he was doing this. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He wasn’t just stroking, he was actively fucking his fist, thrusting into it with all the desperate need of some feral. His balls felt so heavy, so warm, and the smell around him was just…so sexual, so sensual, so [i]accepting[/i] of the needs of manhood. This was the place to be stronger, to be more themselves, to be…to be man. To be male. And to be male…was to cum. Hump, hump, hump went his hips, his thoughts disappearing as he just gave in to the pulsing need of his cock and the throbbing, churning weight of his balls. He’d fought the boner for the entirety of his workout, and now, it was finally getting what it wanted. Thrust, thrust, thrusting against his hand, the tip of the condom already starting to balloon slightly with pre-cum as he kept on leaking. [i]Was I always…[/i] He didn’t know if he’d always oozed this much, but at this point, he was past caring. What mattered was the fact that he was getting closer and closer to cumming. His bald toes clenched against the tiled floor, his tail raised over his back, and he had to take his hands from his balls to cover his mouth to keep his rising moans from getting too loud. The smell of his own sweaty sac hit him hard, and he whimpered, huffing it like it was Evelyn’s perfume. [i]Why…why…[/i] It was just desperation and pent-up need. That was all. He hadn’t changed…had he? Or was he – He stopped trying to think it through. He was so close, now, so very close as his balls were pulling up, his cock pulsing and twitching. The squishing feeling of his pre-cum getting ground against his cock from the sheer tightness of the condom only made it feel naughtier, his pre-cum almost feeling like the lube and natural slime of a hole. “Fuck…fuck…” His voice was barely muffled against his hand as he thrust away, stroking hard, each pump going all the way up and down. Up, down, up, down, until – “MMMPH!” He leaned against the tiled wall as he came, his cock jumping and twitching between his fingers as he filled the condom to the brim. Every shot was like a pulse of electric pleasure through his cock, his balls rising, falling, and rising again as he pumped his load into the condom. His toe-claws scraped against the tile floor, and he barely managed to catch his breath through his fingers over his nose. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. It finally stopped, the end of his cock dragged down from the sheer weight of the balloon of cum at the end of his shaft. He bit his lips in embarrassment, slowly dragging the condom down his cock until it came free, the white balloon at the end hanging down and sagging, pulling it and stretching it past anything that he had ever seen in porn. It was like looking at something some professional bull would have tossed on a slut. He tied it off, remembering the instructions, and carefully slid it into his pocket before putting the gym clothes to the side. [i]Shower. Shower and…just shower.[/i] He turned the knob, lukewarm water pouring out and shocking him back to a state of proper awareness. Embracing that feeling, he leaned under it and started cleaning himself off, washing the sweat and oil and everything else off his body. Particularly around his cock, too, not wanting to have that cum stain in his pants as he walked out of the building, nor did he want to stain the towel that would be waiting outside the cubicle. [i]God, what the hell is wrong with me?[/i] he wondered. [i]I don’t do stuff like that. I’ve never done anything like that.[/i] Except that he just had, and now, he could see the result of his decision bulging out his pocket. He’d jerked off like some common pervert in a public shower, and while he felt better now, he still felt…eager. Like he could go again if he really had to. Something had changed for him, and Aiden didn’t know what the hell it could be. All he knew was that it had felt good. It felt like he had managed to fight off his depression for a little bit, and more than that, that he had managed to feel worthwhile. [i]What the hell was in those protein shakes?[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Aiden goes to a gym, gets a membership, and starts making some changes in his life. Tags: M/solo, Tiger, Rat, Gym, Sweat, Musk, Working Out, Exhibitionism, Risky, Embarrassed, Arousal, Orgasm, Cum, Condom, Masturbation, Series, Corruption,