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.
