5. Is This How Samples Are Collected?
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IS THIS HOW SAMPLES ARE COLLECTED?
Nat’s blood swooped south so fast, he couldn’t think. All he knew was Duke’s touch against the inside of his cheek.
Duke inhaled sharply. His glove made this feel a little impersonal, but Nat couldn’t help noticing how thick his fingers were. They stayed in his mouth for a while, rubbing back and forth. Then Duke pressed his fingertips against the inside of Nat’s other cheek, and pulled them out.
He was holding a saliva-soaked cotton pad, his fingers glistening.
“You may close your mouth,” Duke said roughly.
Nat hurried to obey. He barely waited for Duke to put the cotton pad in a sample bag, before blurting, “I didn’t know interviews involved things like that.”
“Most don’t. But if you’re going to be my assistant, I’d rather do this myself so I know where the samples came from.” Duke paused. “Open your shirt.”
Nat blushed hotly. He hadn’t thought he would need to strip during the interview. But the job listing had specified several sex acts, so maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised.
He reached under himself to fumble with his buttons, wriggling because it was uncomfortable having his hands squished between his belly and the desk. Duke didn’t say he could stand up.
One by one, the buttons popped. Nat wriggled more to spread his shirt open. And now he was almost naked, feeling like prey in front of his potential future boss.
“You said you have a ten-month-old.”
Nat nodded.
“Are you breastfeeding her?”
Nat nodded again, his eyes growing wide when Duke picked up a small plastic container.
“Sit up,” Duke said.
Nat scrambled to sit upright, only to realize that his cock was hard. Crap! He shoved it between his thighs and awkwardly squirmed onto his ass.
Was it him, or did the corner of Duke’s mouth twitch?
Duke began to squeeze Nat’s chest; pleasure shuddered through him.
Slowly, milk leaked from Nat’s nipples. Duke gave a low growl and tugged on one nipple; Nat’s entire body jerked.
Duke paused. “Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?”
Nat shook his head hurriedly. “No, please continue.”
He watched his milk drip into the container, filling its base and inching up the sides. Duke scraped the edge of the vial against Nat’s nipple to catch the last droplets of milk; Nat bit down his whimper of pleasure.
Duke capped the vial and brought a second vial to Nat’s other nipple. With deft fingers, he continued the chest massage, tugging on Nat’s nipple and coaxing out more milk.
Nat was so wet, his slick had leaked all over Duke’s desk. Duke kept on milking him as though he hadn’t noticed.
“Just two more samples to go,” Duke murmured.
Fuck, what else did he need? Nat wanted to go home—or at least duck into a washroom—to rub one out.
“I’ll need you to bend over the desk,” Duke said when he capped the second vial, his voice lower than before.
Nat’s precum shot all over the insides of his thighs. “O-oh. Okay.”
He wriggled off the desk, still trying to keep his cock hidden between his legs. When he was sure that Duke couldn’t see it from this angle, he relaxed his thighs, letting it jut up.
Then Duke turned back, and Nat realized that Duke’s bulge was bigger now, a thick, straight line straining behind his pants. He choked down his whimper.
“Bend over, Nat,” Duke murmured. “Legs apart.”
Nat shook so hard, his knees almost gave out. He braced himself against the desk and leaned forward. Then he realized what kind of samples Duke wanted.
He flopped bonelessly against the desk, reaching back to pry his asscheeks apart.
“Fuck,” Duke hissed.
For a long moment, all Nat could hear was Duke’s ragged breathing. Then it calmed down.
“I’ll be collecting the next sample,” Duke said, sounding as though he had crouched behind Nat. A large, gloved hand closed over his fingers, giving him a gentle squeeze.
Then Duke reached between Nat’s legs and gripped his aching cock. Nat jolted, precum shooting all over the carpet. He’s touching me there! He knows I’m hard!
Something light and slippery wrapped around his tip. It continued to unroll down his length, all the way to his base.
“I’ll retrieve that when you’re done,” Duke murmured.
Never in his life had Nat felt so conscious of his cock. When he looked down, he found it wrapped in a clear sheath, a fluid reservoir at its tip.
Oh, gods, he wants me to come.
Nat whimpered and hid his face against the desk. This was the hottest he’d ever felt, and it was all because of... a sample collection. For a job interview.
“Now, I’m going to collect the other sample first,” Duke said, his voice dipping again. “You’re doing good. You’ve made so much of it already.”
Duke’s gloved hands left him for a moment. Then they returned and lightly grasped his cheeks, pulling them further apart.
Duke was looking at his hole. Nat shot more precum; slick trickled out of him. “Oh, gods.”
“This shouldn’t take too long,” Duke said quietly. He touched his fingertips to Nat’s hole, rubbing him slowly. Nat clenched and tried not to moan. He was supposed to be professional about this!
But maybe... Duke might fuck the cum out of him?
Duke pressed two fingers into his hole, stretching his insides. Nat almost came; it felt so good.
Duke withdrew before he could. Then he pushed a cotton pad into Nat and swirled it around for a while, letting it soak up some slick. He pulled out the pad and sealed it into a sample bag; Nat tried not to whine. How was he supposed to come if Duke stopped fingering him?
“Last sample,” Duke said. “I’ll help you work it out.”
He pushed in three fingers this time, stretching Nat open. Nat wheezed and shuddered. He tried not to make any sound, except Duke found his sweet spot. He began to push down on it, working it over and over until Nat clutched at the table, his entire body trembling.
Don’t let him hear how much you like it, Nat tried to tell himself. This is an interview!
Thick fingers hooked against his prostate, and a moan wrenched out of him.
“You’re tight,” Duke growled. “You keep clenching around me, dripping so much. I’ve filled up an entire tube with your slick; it’s still trickling down your thighs.”
Nat stuffed his fingers into his mouth before he could beg for Duke’s cock.
“I c-can’t—” Nat gasped, his legs spreading, his ass pushing up desperately.
Duke held him down. And he ground his fingers so hard against Nat’s sweet spot that Nat came with a cry, cum jetting violently out of him.
Duke left his fingers inside for a while. With his other hand, he angled Nat’s cock down and wrapped his fist around it, stroking from base to tip as though he was trying to squeeze out every last drop. Nat’s face burned.
“I’ll have your samples sent to the lab for testing,” Duke said hoarsely. “You did good today.”
He slid his fingers out and worked the condom off Nat’s cock, leaving it flushed and debauched-looking.
Nat scrunched his eyes shut. Oh, gods. He touched me inside.
It had been the best sex of his life.
And it wasn’t even really sex.
“You may get dressed,” Duke said.
When Nat opened his eyes, he found an unopened pack of wipes in front of him. Duke was tying off the condom, its full tip swinging back and forth.
Nat blushed and hurriedly wiped himself down. He tried a few times to put his feet through his underwear; his fingers slipped on his shirt buttons. Then his fly couldn’t close, and he panicked a little before it finally cooperated. His hands were still trembling when he got to his socks; he gave up and shoved his feet into his shoes.
When he looked up, he found Duke setting the wooden tray back on the sideboard. The man turned to face him.
And Nat realized that Duke’s bulge had turned obscene: a long hard line with a dark smear at its tip.
It didn’t look like it would fit.
“Oh, gods!” Nat yanked his gaze up, only to meet Duke’s eyes. Duke had seen him ogling.
Duke cleared his throat and tugged his suit jacket over his bulge, but it didn’t cover much. “We’ll inform you of our decision soon,” he said intently. “Do you have any questions?”
“You can still think?” Nat blurted.
He cursed himself the next moment. Duke hadn’t even come, and Nat hadn’t offered to return the favor.
Duke smiled, though. “I guess I can.”
He stopped in front of Nat. This close, he was two heads taller than Nat, and maybe twice his width. And his scent—a hint of cologne on top of brimstone. Nat had to hold himself back before he buried his nose in Duke’s chest.
“Do you interview people like that all the time?”
Duke laughed. “I don’t interview very much at all, no.”
“Oh.” Nat ran out of words. “Uh, I guess I better go.”
“Thank you for allowing me to collect your samples,” Duke said at his office door.
“You too,” Nat said. Then he buried his face in his hands. “I mean, thank you for interviewing me. I promise I’m not usually this awkward.”
Duke walked him all the way to the elevators, waving off a smirking Hubrie.
Nat wasn’t sure what to think. But he thought he saw Duke’s lips tugging into a soft smile, right before the elevator doors closed and whisked him away.