Blind Spot by Maggie Kavanagh

admit it.
    “Yeah? Did you want to fuck him?” Nathan’s high cheekbones flushed.
    Sam didn’t answer. He arched his back to rub his hard cock against Nathan’s. His jeans were too tight, constricting his almost painful arousal.
    “That’s it. Get naked and face the wall. Spread your legs and don’t look at me. You don’t get to come tonight.”
    Sam held back the whine building in his throat. He’d pushed Nathan too far, and he was going to be punished. He deserved it. And what a painfully sweet punishment it would be.
    But first he needed his collar.
     
     
    THE DAYS ticked down. In some twisted, yet effective effort to keep Sam’s mind off his looming departure, Nathan kept denying him his orgasms, and Sam’s frustration was building to volcanic levels. He could hardly think. His dick hardened up at the sight of Nathan fully clothed. It got so bad he couldn’t even take a piss without getting a hard-on. He was tempted—oh so tempted—to beat off in the shower. But he resisted. Until Nathan gave him permission to come, he was determined to hold back. Even though Nathan would understand, he would know, and Sam wanted to please him. He wanted to prove no one else could please him like Sam could—certainly not Eric .
    Even so the need for release was becoming intolerable. He was a walking erection—and of course Nathan loved every minute. He was evil.
    One morning Nathan stood behind Sam as he sat at the kitchen table, trying to do research. He ran his hands up and down Sam’s chest and tweaked his nipples over his T-shirt. Voila, instant boner.
    “Jesus, I’m trying to work here,” Sam grumbled. After so many days of similar teasing, his dick should know better, but it was hopelessly optimistic. Down, buddy.
    “Am I distracting you?”
    “Yes. You’re distracting me. Quit it.” Sam was poring over the Streets Clean Gala guest list, which he’d managed to finagle from the events manager at the Hyatt. He could already tell the thing wasn’t going to help narrow down the suspect pool. Anyone who was anyone in Stonebridge and the surrounding towns had attended, and many of them had personal or political vendettas against the mayor. Sam wondered if the entire event was designed as a malfunctioning olive branch.
    “Hmm.” Nathan ignored him and kept up the torture. Until Nathan had started showing them attention, nips hadn’t been in Sam’s top erogenous zones. But once they came online, sensation seemed to travel directly from them to his cock via electric wiring. His erection pressed solidly against his fly.
    “Do you want me to stop?” Nathan bit his earlobe, and Sam shivered involuntarily. He tilted his head so Nathan could kiss his neck. The collar shifted when Nathan pressed his lips to it, and Sam started to breathe faster. He’d been wearing it around the apartment, and he knew Nathan was pleased.
    He also knew why Nathan was seeking his attention. With Eric due the next day, they didn’t have much alone time left.
    “I… mmmh.” Sam gave up, flipped his laptop closed, and turned the chair around to face Nathan. The bastard had an obvious hard-on too, but he’d been getting off at least once a day.
    Sam squeezed it, but he wanted it in his mouth.
    “You want to suck my cock?” Nathan asked huskily.
    “Yeah.” Sucking Nathan’s dick was pretty much the best thing in life. Sam loved it—the musky taste, the salty precome coating his tongue. He got down on his knees. His heart fluttered as Nathan unzipped his fly and pulled out his uncut cock. It stood at attention, a gleam of wetness at the tip. Sam looked up from under his eyelashes. The floor was hard, but he didn’t mind the discomfort. “May I taste you, sir?”
    Nathan ran his hands through Sam’s hair and drew him closer. “You may. And since you’ve been such a good boy and you’ve asked so nicely, you get to suck me however you want and swallow all my come.”
    Sam’s cock twitched in his jeans as he leaned forward