[b][u][center]The Seed Collector Part 5 For Roureem By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] There were many things that Aiden wished for in the grand scheme of things. He wished for the feeling of being in control of his own life. He wished for understanding of how to get what he wanted. He wished that he had the courage to be more his own person rather than being utterly focused on what other people wanted [i]from[/i] him. The list went on and on, never ending. But perhaps what he wanted most was a way to understand what he actually needed to feel happy, because that was the piece most lacking. The white-furred rat sat with his chin resting on the palm of his hand as he stared out the bus window. The rain was pouring down, but that was almost a comfort for him. It made him feel like the world was being cleaned, and if he could just listen to it long enough, he might even fall asleep, resting and drifting out of the world that wanted him to be something that he just was not. But there was no sleep waiting for him. Aiden sighed, looking down at the pamphlet clutched between two pink, bald fingers. [i]The Midnight Ride[/i] looked back at him in bold yellow letters, and the images on the front of the brochure were as explicit as one could get while still putting it in the public eye. Latex-clad dancers, glowing drinks and lights, big smiles and bigger curves: all of those things were thrown out to make it clear that the ride wasn’t going to be on a machine or a horse. Well, not a four-legged horse, at any rate. Aiden shook his head and looked out the window again. He could have stayed home tonight, but something about the way that his last milking - [i]God, I can’t believe that I’m calling it that.[/i] Something about how that had gone lingered for him. He remembered how he’d felt during it, how he’d wanted to…to rut something, to have control and to feel like he was getting what [i]he[/i] wanted for once, no matter how selfish that might have been. It had been too long - since before Evelyn - since he had been doing anything but what others expected. She had gotten a walking dildo and an eager mouth, and he’d gotten the [i]chance[/i] to be what she wanted. But the second that he had any desires of his own, boom. Gone. As if he’d never been anything at all. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. That wasn’t fair. Just because he remembered it that way didn’t mean that she had been the big villain that his ego wanted her to be. All it meant was that he was - [i]Was what? Hurt? Lonely? Needy? Wanting someone to appreciate you instead of just demand things from you?[/i] Aiden grumbled, pinching the bridge of his muzzle. More and more, he wondered if going to Dr. Simon Taylor had been such a good idea. At least when he had been depressed, he hadn’t been so fucked up in the head. Sure, he’d been down, even angry and hurt, but he hadn’t been quite like [i]this.[/i] He hadn’t been so angry with himself over the smallest things, and hadn’t felt the temptation to just be…be… Well, the only word that he could use to describe it was ‘selfish.’ [i]It’s not selfish to want things.[/i] But it was selfish to try and push others to be something that they weren’t, just because he wanted to indulge in some sort of stupid fantasy of being some breeding stud. That wasn’t going to happen even in the best-case scenario. He was too…too average, at best, to be anyone’s fantasy, or anyone’s ideal. Hell, he would bet that - despite what the panther doc had said - he barely had anything to recommend him with his genes. Nothing, nothing fun, nothing strong, nothing clever. Just…him. And that wouldn’t be enough for anyone. The bus turned onto a main road as he felt the depression getting stronger, and he sighed as he looked at the signs. He was getting close. Might as well start getting ready to disembark. Getting to his feet, the rat grabbed the overhead rail and waited for the lights of the club to shine through the rain. As soon as he saw the yellow letters glimmering, he reached out for the pull string and dragged it down. The bus dinged, the driver slowed, and for once, he was let off without being thrown all over the place. It was such a minor thing, but it was enough to give him a smile. As he hopped down, the pavement covered in puddles and splashing around his boots, the rain saw fit to drench him in welcome. He covered his head, looking at the sign over the yellow-lit door. It was the Midnight Ride, alright, and a rhino bouncer waited right outside. He approached with a wave, already reaching into his pocket as the bouncer nodded in greeting. “ID?” “Yeah, uh, here.” As the big guy looked it over, he looked past the security guard at the door itself. Closed tight, of course, but he could hear the thudding music on the other side of it. The club was ‘hopping,’ he supposed, and he wondered - again - if he was making a mistake by not staying in for the night. He could just go home, see about getting one of the hook-up apps that people were talking about - [i]No, no, that’s a bad idea…[/i] Aiden couldn’t even say why it was a bad idea, just that it felt wrong compared to going out and doing this the ‘proper’ way. It felt…cheating, he supposed, or at the very least, cheap. If he was going to start doing some…intimate meetings with people, he’d prefer to at least get to know them before jumping their bones. That felt like the decent and proper thing to do, if he was gonna- “Yep, looks fine,” the rhino said, passing the card back to him. “You been here before, sir?” “I haven’t, no.” “Well, simple rules. No cover charge, nothing like that. Just make sure that you don’t be an ass. There’s a sign-up board for anyone that just wants to get laid - keeps the creeps off the dance floor if they’re busy staring at it for more girls - or you can hit the bar, the dance floor, or just sit in a booth for the night. Regardless, welcome to the Ride.” It was as blunt and to the point as one could have asked for, though it did make him shiver to think of there being a sign-up board for sex. It felt like an even tackier version of the whole hook-up app, and he didn’t know what to say. The rhino opened the door, and he stepped through. The dark mists and bright strobe lights welcomed him in, and he stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the main part of the club. Thud, thud, thud went the bassy parts of the music, and as it bounced, so did the crowd…and so did a lot of their anatomy. Latex-clad asses, barely-there tops, and more jiggled about as the music played, and the crowd laughed and showed themselves off as they moved to the music. Aiden could see so much from the front door alone, and he could see so many males grinding up against convenient curves, not even bothering to ask first. He felt like he was in a heated daze as he walked around the floor, shaking his head all the while. This felt like something impossible, something out of a dream. [i]Was I ever this…[/i] He didn’t even have the word for the voracious hunger for pleasure that he saw on the dance floor. It was like watching a bunch of idiots humping away, driving themselves together, moaning for each additional bit of contact that they had with each other. If people started cumming in their pants from this, he wouldn’t have been surprised. The white-furred rat sat at the bar, gripping the black countertop for all the solidity that he could get. He shook his head as the cougar bartender walked over. “What’ll you have?” the cat asked. “Water…just water for now. I might…I’ll have something more in a minute.” “Heh, surprised you’re not asking for earplugs. Looks like this place is already getting to you.” “Getting? Got to,” he muttered. The cougar handed him a glass of water and moved on, and Aiden turned to look at the dance floor again. The sheer impossibility of the fluid movement of everyone down there, the way that they were so…so comfortable showing off and having fun, felt so against the ‘rules’ that he had lived his life under for his last relationship. It was like they were breaking every common tenet of decency, and yet, they seemed so much happier for it. He didn’t understand. How could they? [i]But they are…[/i] He forced himself to look away from their bouncing butts to the smiles on their faces. He hadn’t seen such genuine joy…well, ever. He doubted even Evelyn had looked like that, and she’d been fairly happy. These people, drugged or drunk or even somehow sober, looked like they’d cracked the code to the secret of happiness. And they were just…dancing…thrusting…grinding…groping… He turned away again, looking down at his water with the biggest blush on his face. A bigger part of him than he expected wanted to hop down and join them, to dance and sway and thrust. His balls ached at the sight of so many lovely rumps, raised tails, and more. Every pulse of the music felt like it went right down to his cock and balls, begging them to get harder, to show off, to get on the dance floor and just…find a receptive hole. [i]That’s wrong. It’s hot. It’s invasive. They’re offering. They don’t know me. They don’t know each other.[/i] His conscience and his desires were fighting each other, hard, and he shook his head as he chugged his water as hard as he could. He swallowed it down, shaking his head as he held it out for a refill. [i]We’re not here to get laid. We’re here to get to know someone…so we can get laid. Okay, okay, so we want sex, but…[/i] But that would be so easy. It’d be like…like he didn’t know the person, like they didn’t matter as anything other than a hole to fill with his seed - Throb. Throb. Throb. That shouldn’t have been as hot an idea as it was, but it got to him and then some. Aiden gritted his teeth, grumbling under his breath as he felt the front of his pants stretching just a little from how hard his dick had gotten. Record-time hard-on, that one, and it was enough to tempt him to grope himself right then and there. The only thing stopping him was the fact that he was still in public, and that was barely enough. Barely. As the bartender filled his drink again, Aiden looked up at the feline. The cougar arched an eyebrow. “Something I can help you with, sir?” “I…” He wanted to ask about the hook-up board, but for all he was as aroused as he had ever been, there was something that kept him from going over that line. After a few seconds more, he closed his mouth. “Nevermind.” “Heh, as you say.” The bartender walked away, leaving Aiden alone with his angrily-churning balls. If he could just get a minute to think - Thud. Thud. Thud. But the music was so loud, and it wasn’t giving him that moment. All he could do was look back at the dance floor, watch as those asses bounced up, down, up, down, barely contained in that tight latex, and he groaned again. One hand slid under the bar to grope himself under the excuse of getting his cock straightened out and hidden again, but he couldn’t stop feeling himself up, either. Desperate for a distraction, he turned his attention back to the dance floor. Aiden flicked his gaze from one dancer to another, half-hoping that there'd be someone that looked interesting enough to talk to. There had to be someone. This was a nightclub, after all, not just a strip-joint or a place for couples. This was where people went to hook-up - [i]After getting to know each other.[/i] But surely there had to be someone approachable, someone that he could chat-up so that he didn't feel like he was just wasting his time. His eyes flicked over to one rat female that danced at the edge of the crowd. Tall and thick in the hips, she was the perfect embodiment of everything that stood for sensuality in rats. He could only imagine how her hips would feel against his hands as he pulled her against him - [i]Not like that, not like that.[/i] Aiden bit his lips as he stared at her. Brown-furred rather than his white, she was probably half an inch taller than him, thick in the chest to the point that her breasts were nearly bouncing out of her top as she rolled her hips and jumped to the sound of the beat. The tight black pants she wore curled right up between her cheeks, showing off every curve, and he was half-sure that he could see the outline of her pussy all the way across the room. She was a walking advertisement for sex, and his thoughts were running wild with ideas of what he'd do to her if he had against his cock. That very thought was enough to scare him off. What if he went too far? What if he took her and she decided she didn't want that? What if he was just...what if there was something in him that tried to break and breed her like he tried to do with the machine back at the clinic? Too big a risk. Too big a worry. He looked away, spotting a tiger with a surprisingly nice ass. Felines were something of a concern, usually, considering that they were kind of - well, they were just a natural predator of rodents, honestly. He was barely comfortable around Dr. Simon, and seeing another big cat was usually enough to send him squirming away. This time, though, he stared at that bubbly, muscular ass. That girl worked out, clearly, and she was showing off those taut buttocks in some seriously fine leather. He wondered if she was some sort of femdom that was trying to find a boytoy for the night. He also wondered, briefly, if she'd be willing to take him on, though he was more conflicted about that. Aiden liked being told what to do, but that part of him that wanted to breed - that part of him that wanted to stud like mad - didn't like the idea of some female sitting on him and bossing him around. It wanted to be the one on top. It wanted to be the one telling others what to do, and - The tiger turned, and there was a huge bulge in front. No chest, either; he'd been staring at a male the whole time, and his cock had been throbbing just as hard, if not harder, than it had been for the rat woman on the other side of the room. He bit his lips as he turned back to the bar, shaking his head. [i]Well, this night might as well have been a stay-in...[/i] For all that he had some hopes coming out, he realized that it was almost useless for someone like him. Evelyn had basically broken him. There was none of the confidence needed to hit the dance floor and start talking to people anymore. Oh, the desire was there, but that desire scared him as much as it enticed him. For every surge of need and want to take the hips of one of the dancers and try and breed them - male or female - there was the part of him that remembered that this was...not right. That he was supposed to be a good rat, a good boy, a good - [i]When did that ever get you what you wanted?[/i] He slumped forward, sighing as he stared at the once-more empty glass in front of him. So much for a good night out. So much for anything that would have lifted some of his depression and made him feel in control of himself again. Glancing at his phone, he did a quick calculation. The next bus was at least a half-hour off, and that meant that he had two choices. He could sit at the bar feeling sorry for himself with a throbbing hard-on that wasn't going to go down in the foreseeable future...or he could go to the bathroom, slide on a condom, and get himself off before he felt even worse about himself than he already did. [i]Better than going home and getting off to porn; at least everything will be fresh if I do it here...[/i] Shaking his head, he pushed back from the bar. He glanced at the cougar, asking with a gesture for the bill, and was waved off. No money for water, apparently. With one last glance at the dancers - and feeling almost like he was in rut, from all the teasing that he got from staring at their bouncing, barely-contained asses - he hurried to the little bend that led off to the bathrooms. A quick glance confirmed that nobody was using the urinals, and he slid into one of the stalls. Couldn't take the one at the far end of the room, since that door was closed, so he took the next nearest. Sliding the latch shut, he sat down on the toilet, fished his cock out, and stroked it a few times. [i]So much...so hard...[/i] Ever since he started taking the zinc pills, his production had been through the roof. Just holding his cock in hand, giving it the laziest of strokes, had his pre-cum dribbling free like something out of a porno. He blushed to stare at himself, knowing that he was going to make a mess. If it wasn't for the condoms that Dr. Simon had given him - [i]Condoms. Right.[/i] Aiden fumbled through his pockets for one of the little foil squares, eventually finding one just behind his wallet. Pulling it out, he stared at it, then at his cock. [i]Do I really need it?[/i] The pre-cum dribbling from his tip to the toilet suggested that yes, he did, but the idea of putting it on and just harvesting more cum for someone was...oddly hard to swallow. He had been doing it for just over a week now, and it hadn't been that bad, or that hard, but the idea of doing it right now, of covering his cock and pretending that he was breeding a female when he could just be...doing it... [i]She wouldn't let me just shove it in. She doesn't have to know. That'd be rape... But bareback feels so good...and it would feel so right to breed someone properly...even if it didn't take, to see my seed dribbling out afterward...[/i] His cock throbbed all the harder at that idea, and he groaned under his breath as his hand slid up, down, up, down, teasing it further and further as he imagined how it would feel to actually be balls-deep inside of someone - anyone - that would let him blow his load completely. The sheer pleasure that would follow, the utter satisfaction that would come from dumping his seed inside someone... Even if he didn't get a kid out of it - and there was every possibility that he might with the right female - didn't mean that he wouldn't get some satisfaction. No more condoms. No more holding back. Just the feeling of nutting properly, of being a good, horny, [i]stud[/i] of a rat... The idea was enough to keep him pumping, and the sheer wetness that dribbled from his cock in the process would have embarrassed him if he hadn't been so horned up already. Aiden imagined all those dancers as people that were lining up, teasing him, waiting for him to pick his choice few for the night. A little mini-harem for his too-productive cock, a line-up of holes that were just waiting to receive his seed. He groaned, clenching his hand tight around the base of his cock, feeling all that pre-cum slime running over his fingers. It felt so good, so slimy, so fucking nasty, but in the best of ways. "Mmmph..." "Heh..." Another voice nearly startled him out of jerking off, but as soon as he saw where it came from, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His fur prickled as he saw the wall on the side of the stall had a hole in it, and it led right to the furthest stall, the one that had been closed when he'd first stepped into the bathroom. There was someone in there, someone that was growling, almost purring. A clawed finger poked out of the shadows, pointing at his cock before curling and gesturing for him to come closer. [i]Oh god...oh god...[/i] He could...he could do that, he realized. There was someone inviting him to come over, someone that wanted him to offer his dick. Probably...probably some desperate girl - [i]Or guy.[/i] Or girl, the scared-horny part of his mind said. Someone, at least, that was desperate to be of service for someone else. That...that was something that he could... He stared at the condom for a moment. Safety said that he should use it, but - [i]Screw that.[/i] He tossed it over his shoulder, confidence and raw need overwhelming whatever sense of sanity that he still had left. Slowly, he worked his cock toward the hole in the stall, nudging it through into a waiting hand. Soft, warm fingers - impossible to tell if they were male or female - wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze, while a softer tongue worked against his balls. "Mmmph...ah..." "Mmmph..." The sound on the other side was hungry, but not submissive. There was a need there, a need for his cock - or his cum - that he didn't entirely understand...but he didn't need to understand, Aiden decided. All he had to do was give this slut on the other side of the stall wall what they wanted. So, when that tongue slid along the head of his cock, he thrust forward. "Mmmph..." The feeling of the warm mouth waiting was just what he needed. He could feel everything - the teeth tickling just under his shaft, the eager tongue dancing along the slight bulge down there, the slight clench of the throat at the back preparing to swallow him: it was all there, all teasing him. He moaned as he rolled his hips forward, then pulled back, enjoying the feeling of that tongue just under his cock. Every thrust rewarded him with new pleasure, giving him what he wanted, needed, craved, what he had been denied for so long since he had broken up with Evelyn. This...this was real sex. This wasn't the same as getting in a relationship, but good fucking [i]god,[/i] the feeling of being inside someone couldn't be beat. And whoever it was on the other side of the wall was giving as good as they were getting. They bobbed their head along his cock, sucking down to the base of his shaft every time and meeting his weak thrusts against the wall, through the hole. Their hand was always right there, either at the base of his cock like a fleshy ring, or down there beneath his balls, rolling them along a soft, fuzzy palm. In. Out. In. Out. Aiden's eyes rolled back in his sockets as he focused on the pleasure coursing through his cock and - more than that - the utter bliss that came from having someone else so hungry for it. He didn't know how he could tell, but as the stranger fondled his balls, as they were pulled and teased, it felt like someone obsessed with him, someone that wanted what he had, and would do whatever they needed to do to get it. The rat had never felt that valued in his life. Not even with Evelyn. It was...intoxicating, and he thrust his hips forward as hard as he could, grinding himself against the stall wall to put himself on offer - "Nnngh!" And just like that, the mouth on the other side seemed to go crazy. It sealed around the base of his cock, no longer bobbing, and he could feel all those teeth again. From above, from below, they all but sealed him in place, telling him what would happen if he tried to pull out. Soft, furred, but clawed fingers continued to roll his balls back and forth, teasing them, teasing him with every little touch. He could feel that tongue dancing, rolling along the bottom of his cock and then over the head, encouraging him back, back, back... And then he felt the head of his cock just barely push into the other person's throat. The soft flutters of throat muscles clenching around his cock were like nothing that he had ever felt before, and his breath caught in his throat as he stared straight at the stall wall. [i]Oh god...oh fuck...[/i] Suck. Swallow. Suck. Swallow. All the while, he could feel every pumped bit of pre-cum running up his cock. Every new shot felt like someone was turning his sensitivity dial up higher, and higher, and higher still. He was more aware of his body than ever before, from his head down to his toes, and his tail thrashed behind him and his ears folded back as that hungry mouth continued sucking every last drop that he had to offer right from the tap. "Nnngh...take it..." Was he - "Take it all...take every...last...drop..." He was offering - "Mmmph!" And they were taking, a deep vibration running from tongue to cock as the person on the other side growled and moaned for him at the same time. It was so intense, so deep-down satisfying, that he could barely breathe as he felt his climax rising. Little by little, it was bubbling up, his balls starting to rise against the fingers clasped around them, and he wheezed as he could tell this was going to be a big one. The pulsing, churning, throbbing down below built to a fever pitch. The tip of his cock was swallowed, teased by the top of the stranger's throat, while his balls were massaged and squeezed lightly. His cock was flicked and nudged by a too-talented tongue, and it felt like he was being...well, it almost felt like he was being milked...teased...dragged to the very edge for his cum, and his cum alone. He...liked that. "Nnngh...almost there...take it...take - NNNGH!" And then it was done. The stranger sucked him to the root and held him there as he came, and each swallow felt like it was pulling on his balls directly. Aiden could barely breathe, his mouth hanging open as his claws scraped lines down the stall wall. He stared up at the ceiling, wheezing as he felt like he was getting the very life sucked out of him, one pulse after another shooting down his cock and into the voracious maw on the other side. It kept going on, and on, and on, the pleasure wracking him like nothing in his life had ever done before. Nothing, nobody had ever made him feel like this before, and it was leaving a mark on him. If this was what...if this was what it was supposed to feel like...how could he ever settle for something less ever again? No matter how horrible it was, no matter how morally gray, how was he supposed to just go back to his hand or some stupid machine? He needed this. He needed... Needed... The pleasure slowly faded away, and so did the mouth around his cock. The hand that had held his balls on the other side disappeared, and he realized that he had been let go. [i]Should I...[/i] Just as he was about to give into the temptation to look through, the more cowardly, 'moral' side of him reasserted itself. There was no way that he could look through. Not only would that violate the privacy of the other person, who perhaps had a good reason for keeping a wall between them and their sex partners, it might... It might tell him that he had just gotten sucked off by a guy. The idea that he might have been getting a blowjob from a man wasn't a new one, but it wasn't one that he could entirely process. Not yet, not with the way that he felt now. He needed...he needed time, needed space to consider whether that was something that he could even accept just yet, but at least he had taken the edge off of the desperate need that the dance floor had given him. [i]And no need to tell Dr. Simon about this,[/i] he thought, shaking his head. Leaving the stall - and paying no attention to the soft chuckling behind him - he hurried back to the lobby of the Midnight Ride. He barely gave the dance floor a second glance as he hurried to the front door, not wanting to be tempted again no matter how lovely it might have been. He'd blown his load, he was having his moment of post-nut clarity, and...well, there were a lot of thoughts to look back on and cringe at. God, the things that he had been willing to consider doing to completely innocent people just because he was horny. [i]What's wrong with me?[/i] He stepped outside, nodded to the rhino, and made his way to the bus shelter. The rain continued to pound overhead as he sat down, and he crossed one leg over the other, affecting a casualness that he most certainly didn't feel. [i]What is wrong with me?[/i] he thought again. He couldn't think of anything obvious. Oh, sure, there was the possibility that going to Dr. Simon and the medication and shakes that he'd been given were doing something, but...well, he needed the money from the clinic, so he couldn't just turn it down. Not yet, at least. But what he might do... [i]I shouldn't...[/i] But much as he didn't like the idea of casual hook-ups, it was better something like that than going so out of his mind that he started looking for gloryholes again. At least with someone on the apps, he had some protection, and he had the chance to get to know them just a little bit before they started fucking. That would make him feel a little bit better about the whole thing, and would keep it from feeling quite as scummy. He hoped. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he checked the time. Not quite eleven yet, which meant that he had a little bit of time to kill. He opened the phone app database and started trawling through the different potential 'dating' apps that were usually hidden behind the age-gating options. If he was going to find someone that would help him keep his urges in check, then he'd need to start looking soon. [i]How the hell can I still feel even a little horny?[/i] Aiden didn't know, but his balls were already feeling like they were swelling, churning, and getting ready for another round. The sooner that he found someone that could take care of that, the better, for him and everyone else in town. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Aiden goes to a club, hoping to find some relief. He finds nothing of the sort…or does he? Tags: M/solo, M/Unknown, Staring, Voyeurism, Nightclub, Dancing, Leather, Latex, Sexual Orientation Confusion, Orientation Confusion, Rat, Unknown Species, Gloryhole, Bathroom, Orgasm, Cum, Fellation,