[b][u][center]The Seed Collector Part 4 For Roureem By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] A week passed, and Aiden’s urges were not going away. He handled them, for the most part, but there had been three cases in public bathrooms where he’d almost been caught in the middle of pleasuring himself. The sheer humiliation of each occasion should have been enough to get him to stop…but it didn’t. Instead, despite every attempt to remind himself that his desperation for pleasure was only feeding into a serious risk of jail time, he found himself almost…desperate. Not just desperate, but wanting to be caught, to show off, to let other people see his manhood, his balls, and smell his seed. It was a stupid animal instinct, but it was powerful nonetheless, and it left him shivering whenever he realized how close he came to just letting it happen. As he got off the bus and looked up at Dr. Taylor’s Semen Center, he wondered if this was really a good idea. Every change in his life, every ridiculously over the top libidinous urge had hit him since coming here. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe not, but would taking another appointment really make things any better? Or was he just digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole? [i]What other choice do I have?[/i] Aiden asked himself. There was no answer. The rat slumped his shoulders and crossed the street. The sliding doors opened for him, and he stepped inside to find the taller, thick-shouldered panther waiting for him at the front desk. “Ah, Aiden, a little surprising to have you back already. Did you have any seed to contribute?” “Old ones, yes,” he muttered, holding out the bag he’d brought with him. “Splendid. And you’ve been properly tying them off and making sure all the condoms are stored properly, yes, yes, very good,” the feline said, nodding to himself. “And even making sure that they’re chilled. Oh, you have done good work with this. Plenty of them, too; looks like all that zinc is making a difference, eh?” Aiden rubbed the back of his head. If he wasn’t jerking it in public and almost getting caught, or down at the gym, or at work, then he tended to be jerking it back at his apartment. The sheer amount of jerking off that he had been doing since his one session at the clinic was insane; he couldn’t remember ever being that horny in his life. Yet, here he was again, hoping that the clinic could fix that. Maybe, just maybe, the first time was a fluke. “So, are you just here to drop this off, or –” “I…” Aiden bit his lip. “Doctor, could you answer a question or two for me? I’m just…a little concerned.” “I can try. What’s the matter?” “Well, it’s the pills…and the, um, protein shakes. There’s something about them –” “Let me stop you right there,” Simon said, shaking his head. “I can’t tell you anything about the protein shakes, at least. There’s a lot of clinical trials going on with those, and the only way that you can get more information is to be part of them. You’re not [i]technically[/i] part of it right now, and I’m [i]kinda[/i] skirting the line by letting you have them at all, but trust me, it’s fine.” “I – doctor, I’d still like to know what you’re having me put in my body. I mean, have you – have you used this stuff?” “Aiden. Sir. It’s [i]fine,[/i]” the panther said, leaning over the counter with a playful smile on his face. “And look at you. It certainly isn’t doing you any harm, is it?” “Well, I just…I’m worried about the way that it’s affecting me. I mean, I did sixty curls, and I could exercise again the next day, and…and there’s…there’s other effects, doctor.” “Aiden, much as I would [i]love[/i] to talk about all the ins and outs of this particular protein shake, I honestly can’t say a thing. I’m bound. Hands are tied. Metaphorically, at least, which is hardly the most fun way to do it, but they are, nonetheless,” Simon said, shrugging but never losing his smile. “If you [i]really[/i] want to know about it, there are a hundred different bits of paperwork that you’d have to fill out, but trust me, it’s not worth it.” “But doc –” “Trust me, Aiden. There’s nothing that you need to worry about. I wouldn’t have prescribed you anything that wouldn’t make your life better. All you have to do is trust me. You trust your doctor, don’t you?” He didn’t have much choice in the matter; if he didn’t trust the doctor, then there wasn’t much that he could do about it, and if he did, then there was even less, because it meant that he had to stop talking about it. It was downright insane, but… Aiden looked down at his arms. They weren’t massively bigger, but they were slightly bigger than they had been. Slightly. The time down at Bart’s gym had already done some work on him, and it had made him thicker in the shoulders, wider in the biceps, and had started getting rid of his gut to some extent. There was more to be done, and he was hardly the sort of alpha-rat that one would have expected to be donating cum to a clinic, but at least it was a start. That was something. That was something, right? “I…guess I’ll just have to go with it,” he said. “That’s wonderful. Glad that we came to the same understanding, heh.” “So…” “So, you want to donate more?” “I…if there’s a session open, yes.” “Of course there is. For you, always, my most special of patients.” “You still haven’t said why, you know?” “Well, it’s hard to explain in laymen’s terms,” the panther said, shrugging as he stepped out from behind the desk. “But suffice to say, you are quality, my good sir. And that quality is something that I am most keen to keep.” The shivers that went down his spine at that were very nearly enough to send him running out the door. He didn’t know why, but there was something about Simon that kept giving him bad feelings. They were never enough to actually push him to do anything about it, but they were always potent. But once more, he remained. Once more, he followed Simon down the hallways. Once more, he found himself in the same ‘donation’ room as before, and he was in the process of taking off his pants and shivering as he did. The eyes of the panther felt…intense, and he could feel them on his back as he pulled his pants down. They never quite went down to his ass – and if they had, he probably would have run like hell – but they were on him, and burned against the top of his spine every single time. He stood up as he stepped out of his pants, looking at the pillar once more. The hole was still there – no, not a hole, a slit, just like a pussy, waiting for his cock. He looked at it, stared at it, and dragged his finger along the outer lips. It still felt so real, almost like someone had plucked the genitals off some horny female somewhere and shoved them onto the pole. If it wasn’t for the fact that the skin-tone was just that little bit off, he would have been sure that he was staring at something from a horror movie. “Oh, by the way, the option is there for something other than a slit, if you like,” Simon said, the panther sitting with one leg crossed over the other. “I know.” “Just saying; if you want to fuck a muzzle or an asshole…” It was surprisingly tempting, this time. He remembered how potent it had felt to have that slit sliding along his cock, and he remembered his dreams the night after. [i]Evelyn pinned down, her ass up and slamming back against me. Me fucking her, holding her down while I reamed her pucker. Her staring up as I fucked her throat. Me. Inside. Every. Hole.[/i] He shivered as he pulled himself back from that, shaking his head. There was something so wrong about those dreams, something that felt…feral, for lack of a better word, as if he had lost all control during those nights. He couldn’t do that. He wasn’t that sort of man. “The pussy is…it’s just fine. I can get off just fine with that – I mean, make the donation just fine with this.” “Heh, as you will, as you will,” Simon said, nodding with all the genteel smugness that Aiden had come to expect. “Well, whenever you’re ready, I’ll be happy to let you get started. We are, after all, quite in need of something with your quality. Please, make sure you give us plenty.” Almost feeling like some sort of cum-cow as he stepped up to the pillar, he gripped his cock. It almost seemed to respond to the occasion, rising up as he got closer to the little fake pussy that was waiting for him. By the time that he stood in front of it, properly, it was completely erect, throbbing and twitching for the fake cunt that was waiting for him. [i]Cunt? That’s…that’s a little rude, isn’t it?[/i] But that was what it was, wasn’t it? A slit that was waiting for breeding, a pussy that was there just for the purpose of getting fucked. If you couldn’t call that a ‘cunt,’ then what could you call one? This was a ‘cunt,’ and it was waiting just for him, just for him and his cock to claim. It was a surprisingly powerful though, and it was more than enough to send little shivers running up and down his spine as he rubbed his cock against that slippery pair of fake pussy lips. It should have been…less easy than this, less intense, but there was something just too good about standing there. He slapped his cock against it a couple of times, feeling the fake flesh give before his shaft, before he finally lined up. “Just…slide it in, right?” “Of course. Then the machine will do the rest.” He remembered that part. Last time, the machine had been relentless, all but forcing him to give up his cum at the end of it all. There had been no mercy from the way that the inner walls had ridden him, no way for him to do anything but hold on and hope for the best. This felt like it was going to be something just like that, and a tremble ran down his spine as he ground against it for a few more seconds. [i]It’s going to be fine,[/i] he told himself. [i]Just a few minutes of getting sucked off by a machine, then you’ll be drained, and you can go about your business.[/i] And it’d be better than hand-milking himself for the same amount of time. A hell of a lot better. And more satisfying. Bracing himself, he slowly lowered the tip of his cock to the proper height, felt the slight coolness of the fake pussy waiting for him, and just…walked forward. The slight resistance of the tight lips spread before him, and suddenly, he was balls-deep inside of it. “Nnngh…mmmph…” The inner walls were already clenching down, sucking around his shaft and making him feel like he could thrust deeper. He couldn’t, but the pillar made him feel almost like he should be. He groaned, wrapping his arms around the metal pole, huffing under his breath as the familiar lubrication started to run around his shaft. [i]Just a horny woman, not a machine. Just…horny stuff...[/i] It still felt strange. Strange, good, but in the uncanny valley sort of way. It still felt good, though, and he groaned at the feeling of a slippery cunt around his cock. He braced himself for the first hard bounce – But it never came. Instead, he felt something else, something slippery and warm, squelching away around the sides of his cock. Squelch, pop, squelch, pop; it just kept moving, riding, sliding, pushing down around his shaft the way that he remembered Evelyn doing way back when…except…it was like she did it when she was bored. He panted, but it was not from excitement, but from a sudden release of tension…and a surprising amount of disappointment. There was none of the machine taking charge that he remembered and almost needed from last time. There was just…this. This slow, steady milking that seemed to have no end, but no real urgency to it, either. Aiden looked over his shoulder. “Uh, is…is there something wrong with the machine?” “Why?” Simon asked, folding his hands behind his head. “Too boring for you?” “It’s just…I remembered it being different last time. Almost too –” “Violent?” “I…was going to say insistent, but sure.” “Heh, it was a little too ‘insistent’ for some of the patients, so we dialed it back just a little bit. Sometimes, people just want to relax while all that seed is taken off their hands. Plus, a few of them threatened to sue over crotch bruises or something like that,” Simon said, waving his hand dismissively. “It was ridiculous, really, but we needed to do something to take the liability off our hands.” “I…mmmph…see.” “But we can turn it back up. If you need a little help. I’m sure you’ll make some pretty moans if you do.” “Are you sure that you’re not – mmmph – getting off on this or something?” “Heaven forbid.” “Mmmph…” “So, shall I turn it up again?” It was more tempting than he wanted to admit. Even though it was ‘nice’ to have the gentler option, there had been something easier about just being there, about being a cock that needed to be milked. It wasn’t as easy to just stand there with something that was being kind to him, or gentle. He wanted to be… [i]Do you really want that, though?[/i] “Well?” “Uh…it’s fine,” he muttered. It wasn’t, though. This wasn’t…this wasn’t nearly enough for him to get off. He could feel that already; the soft pace, the gentle sucking, the way that the toy was barely moving more than two bounces a second, and with such a milder milking than the first time, wasn’t going to get him off. It was too… Too weak. Too soft. [i]I need…[/i] Back when Aiden had been with Evelyn, she had been very insistent when she was in bed with him. There’d never been any chance that he would have been allowed to breed her back then, but at the same time, she had her needs, the same as any female. She had taken him to bed, and she’d ridden him – or his face, or both – as hard as she could. The insistent, forceful pace, rendering him nothing more than her dildo, had been his norm for so long that this more ‘loving’ pace from the machine was barely enough to keep him hard. Aiden hated that thought. He hated the idea that he might have been ‘damaged’ from his relationship with her, if for no other reason that he wanted to think good things of their time together. If they had lost that much, if he couldn’t get it up properly for someone else that wasn’t…like that… The soft sucking continued, and he gripped the machine all the harder. Every time that it sucked him in, he tried to imagine something hotter, something sexier to push him further down the path to orgasm. He tried to imagine this as someone that was actually bending over, thrusting their hips back to get him to cum and breed them. It was better, he realized, but it wasn’t enough. Even with the roundest-rumped rat pushing back against him in his mind, he couldn’t quite feel it enough to get himself off. He grunted, trying to resist the urge to just start humping away, but it was…difficult. He lowered his head, pressing his chin against his chest. [i]No, no, it…it can happen. You’re not a beast. You’re not like that. You can…you can just let it happen…[/i] Except…it wasn’t happening. Suck, suck, suck went the insides of the machine. It was perfectly pleasant, and if it had been someone else, someone that was used to having a normal relationship with their partner, he was sure that it would have gotten them off, but here…him… [i]Need…more…[/i] The dreams were still there, still vibrant and bright in the back of his mind. He remembered all the half-forgotten fantasies of grabbing Evelyn and shoving her into the ground, of ramming his cock past her pussy and driving it deep into her womb. He imagined all the times that she’d said no, and the times that he wished that he’d just done it anyway. There was so much cum in him, and Simon had told him that he was special, that he had seed that was valuable. It should be spread. It should be in as many holes as possible, forced down into a female so that she could carry it, and – Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Aiden moaned as he started bucking his hips, unable to help himself. Once he realized what he was doing, he tried to stop, but his body was already on auto-pilot, ramming himself into the pillar’s fuck-hole again and again. Now, the artificial lube was running down his cock, oozing over his balls, dripping down toward the ground. In. Out. In. Out. “Oh, now that’s something I didn’t expect…” Simon’s comment went right over his head as Aiden lost himself to the fantasy rut. This…this speed was more his style. This was what he needed, what he craved. If someone else wasn’t in charge, then he needed to take charge. No more holding back, no more giving someone else the power over him that Evelyn had had and abused. No, this was his chance to be his own person, to rut and fuck and cum and – He forgot that he was thrusting into a machine rather than a living being. All that mattered in that moment was the feeling of the slippery hole around his cock. More, more, more of that, as he slammed in, and out, and in, and out. Every time that he hilted, he could feel something going down his cock, some thrill that had been missing before. Aiden clenched his eyes shut. No more machine in his mind’s eye. Instead, it was some faceless rat female, someone that had been rolled out for him to breed. He could see her pussy flaring out around his cock, hear her breath catching in her throat as he gave her what her body needed. Cock. Cum. Male. [i]Mine…mine…mine…[/i] The chance to fill her to the brim was his, and his alone. He growled deep down inside, thrusting against the hole, feeling his balls resting against the pole for a moment before his imagination reasserted itself. She was a needy, wanton rat, so wet, so needy, so deep in heat. She couldn’t resist his offer, his cock, and now that it was in her, she was giving up everything right then and there. In. Out. In. Out. Simon was saying something, but he tuned out the panther, focusing on the pleasure, thinking only of the rat female that he imagined under him. She was desperate for his seed and showed it with her upturned rump. He couldn’t stop thrusting away, but as he imagined his cock plowing into her pussy, as he imagined her engorged lips, he wondered what it would be like to be in the other hole. [i]Not breeding hole. Not good enough.[/i] But it could be fun….to show her where she belonged. That idea hit him so hard that he couldn’t hold back. Aiden managed one, two, three more thrusts before he went over the edge, and he moaned out loud as he buried his cock one last time in the pillar. His eyes rolled back as he clenched them tightly, and his balls rose up, churning, pulsing, and clenching away. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. There was something so eminently satisfying about the feeling of all his seed shooting up and out of his cock. He didn’t know how it was so different here than it was with his hand, but it was enough to leave him slumped forward, panting and huffing, moaning as he kept grinding his cock into that sucking hole. The soft whistle of moving air was enough to call him back to reality, reminding him that his dick was inside of a machine, but it wasn’t quite enough to get him to stop grinding away and pressing his crotch – and his balls – right up against the cool metal. “Okay, okay, I think that’s probably enough for now,” Simon said. Realizing that the panther was right beside him, the white-furred rat opened one eye. He looked up at the feline, then down at the machine. Half-fearing that he’d left marks on the sides of it, he was relieved to see that wasn’t the case. “I think that was probably even more than the first time. Good to see that you’re taking all the zinc pills that I prescribed,” Simon said. “Now, as usual, if you could just take a step back?” Nodding, he took a deep breath and braced himself. He still remembered that intense pleasure that followed last time. Reaching down and wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, he took a quick step back – POP! And bit off a sudden hiss as he felt that same pleasure again. Not so strong that it hurt, but more than enough to remind him that he’d just hit his peak and blown quite a load in something. He forced himself to keep breathing, keeping the intensity from getting quite so powerful as he backed off from the milking pillar. “So, um…is that…” “Worth being paid for? Yes, indeed,” the panther said, nodding as he tapped the side of the machine a few times. “Yes, indeed. That sample was…heh. Looks like it was double the last one. It seems that your body [i]really[/i] likes all the extra zinc that it’s getting, but maybe you’ve got a better attitude and healthy lifestyle helping out, too.” Twice? Aiden blinked as he looked at the pillar. Twice the size of the last sample? That had felt like something utterly massive, like a load that had completely shriveled his balls last time, and this was twice that size? How? “You…you can’t be reading that right.” “Oh, I think I am. It’s quite clear how many milliliters you put out this time, and it’s at least double what you were putting out before.” “But…but last time, I’d been chaste for a week, and this time, I’ve been cumming into a condom twice a day, every day.” “That’s the result of living a happier life, of course.” Simon chuckled. “Didn’t I tell you that you could trust your doctor?” This went beyond trusting or not trusting someone. This was the difference between possible and impossible. He stared at the pillar again, shaking his head in disbelief. The fact that it wasn’t just bigger, but that it left him with the feeling that maybe he could go [i]again[/i] instead of feeling drained for the rest of the day… Something was off. Something as very, very off. “Come on. Let’s get you back to the lobby; you deserve payment for that, and I need to get the machine cleaned up for next time.” # He didn’t leave immediately. Once the doctor had given him his payment, he sat down in one of the few chairs in the lobby and just…stared. Not at anything in particular, but just into space as he tried to make everything that had happened make some sort of sense. [i]I just fucked a machine…as if it were a person…[/i] That in and of itself was something that he might have been able to let go of, considering that it was meant to get a load out of him for the sake of the clinic, but it was everything else attached to it that made him shiver and imagine something horrible had happened. It wasn’t just that he had fucked a machine as if it were a person. He [i]had[/i] to fuck the machine as if it were a person to get off. The machine itself just wasn’t good enough, and if it wouldn’t force him to give his seed, he had to force it to take it. And that was the other thing. He had gone to a very dark place while he had gone at the machine, a place so very against everything that he had been over the past few years. Just thinking of looking a female in the eye after imagining what he’d done left him sick to his stomach, but at the same time, it sent a rush right down to his balls. He covered his face, groaning under his breath as his dick throbbed all the harder at the idea of just…pushing one of them down, pulling her cheeks apart, and [i]seeding[/i] her. [i]It’s not right…it’s not right…it’s so fucking wrong…[/i] And at the same time, it felt right in a way that nothing since Evelyn had. At least with that idea, he had some control over his life. At least with all that bullshit, he felt like he was getting what he wanted, instead of lying his ass off and hoping that it would work out and knowing it never would. Maybe he was being an asshole about it, but at least it was giving him something that he wanted for a change. [i]At the cost of someone else being happy?[/i] Who said that the female would have been unhappy, though? [i]None of them want to be like that. Evelyn didn’t want to be pregnant.[/i] What about someone that couldn’t get pregnant? [i]Too old.[/i] What about a male? He sat up straight in the lobby seat, his eyes feeling like they were about to bug out of their sockets at that stupid sideways thought. He sputtered as he shoved himself to his feet, shaking his head rapidly as he realized just how far down the rabbit hole he’d gone. He needed to get out of here, needed to find somewhere to sit and think that wasn’t completely soaked with sex, needed to stop – [i]And go back to being depressed?[/i] Aiden stopped in his tracks again, halfway to the door and once more frozen into indecision. If it had been any less accurate, he would have kept walking, but it was, for once, completely right. Before he’d come here last week, he’d been wandering in his own head, wallowing in depression and shame, and it had completely paralyzed him. Work had become drudgery, life at home had become a fog, and there was nothing to break it up. All he did was exist, and existing wasn’t enough. Not anymore. Not with what he felt now. [i]I’m…not in control of my life anymore.[/i] It was a hard thing to say, but admitting it actually made him feel a little bit better. He’d known that he hadn’t called the shots in any way while he was with his ex, but when he slipped into depression after their break-up, he now realized that he’d let it go even further. Without anyone to tell him what to do, his life had spiraled completely out of control, leaving him desperate for something, anything, to give him any sort of meaning again. “Still here?” Aiden looked over his shoulder. Simon had come back, and the panther had taken a seat by the front desk once more. After a moment’s hesitation, he turned around and faced him again. “I…need some more help.” “Oh? And what kind of help would that be?” “I…I don’t suppose that you can recommend a good therapist, could you?” He rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve just…kinda had some insight, and I could use some help processing it so I don’t make more bad decisions.” “Oh, sorry. I don’t. What’s the problem?” “I think I’ve lost all control of my life, that’s the problem.” “Well, I’ve always found that the easiest way to start fixing that is to do things that I want to do.” “I don’t think that’ll help. I…” “You’re not already doing that, are you?” Simon chuckled. “Oh, no, no. You’re going to work, and you’re going home, and you’re just living. The only times that you’ve felt alive for the last week has been at the gym or jerking off, right?” “Could you keep your voice down?” he hissed. “Am I wrong?” “Well, no, but –” “That’s because that’s what you [i]want[/i] to be doing. It’s not just survival; it’s getting the sort of thing that you want rather than the sort of thing that you need. We’re all creatures of wants and whim; if we don’t reward ourselves, we waste away.” “…Any suggestions?” “That would [i]rather[/i] defeat the purpose of you doing something you want rather than something you were told to do, wouldn’t it?” “But –” “Why don’t you take a look at the bulletin board by the door? There’s a lot of little community things over there, and I think I saw some new advertisements getting put up by an otter from the local college earlier.” The doctor had gone from helpful to completely dismissive. Aiden sighed, turning around and glancing to the side of the front door. Sure enough, a corkboard with a number of pamphlets, brochures, and more waited for him. He looked back at the panther, half-hoping for a suggestion, but Simon’s eyes were already closed; the feline had all but forgotten him already. [i]Dick…[/i] Shaking his head, he walked over to the corkboard and perused the different brochures. Most of them were for college parties going on in different frat houses, but there was one that caught his eye. The rat grabbed it from the base and gave it a gentle pull, tearing the top slightly but leaving it mostly intact. “The Midnight Ride, huh?” he muttered under his breath. “Not been to a club in…a long time…” He didn’t remember if he liked them or not. Maybe that would be a good way to kickstart his new life. At the very least, he could find out if he liked them now. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Aiden comes back to the clinic, and finds out that he’s changed, and more than he thought he had. Tags: M/solo, Teasing, Playful, Rat, Panther, Machine, Technophilia, Milking Machine, Fucking a Machine, Corruption, Realization, Miniseries, Orgasm, Cum,