Marking his territory

      Formal events were Riko's most despised part of being a professional athlete. Keeping up the appearances was tiring, his facial muscles working overtime because of the fake smile plastered on his face while talking to people who thought were unique but in reality they were so boring. Most of the time, he didn't even know who those people were.       Kevin's presence at his side would make the whole experience more bearable if everybody just stopped flirting with him.       The two women they were talking to giggled at something Kevin had said, and Riko seethed.       "Well, aren't you a charmer, Mr. Day?" the blonde one said, her red nails tapping at the champagne glass she was holding. Her gaze swept up and down Kevin's body suggestively, and Riko had enough.       "Excuse us," he said, taking hold of Kevin's hand and tugging him towards the exit. They had mingled enough, so their manager couldn't complain about them walking out earlier.       "What's wrong?" Kevin asked. He followed after Riko without resisting.       "We're going home," said Riko, his jaw tense. Maybe his sour mood could reverberate through the air because Kevin was quiet during the taxi ride.       When the door to their home closed behind them, Kevin cut the silence, "What happened?" He went straight to the point.       The question irked Riko. Was Kevin playing dumb?       "You think I'm stupid?" Riko looked at Kevin expectantly. "Everyone was ogling you."       Kevin balked at that. "What are you—"       "Silence." Kevin's mouth clamped shut. Riko glared at him. "You've done enough. I need to remind you who you belong to."       Kevin eyes filled with heat, and in that moment Riko knew that he had him exactly where he wanted to—hungry for whatever Riko would decide to give him. Jealousy made for an excellent fuel for creative ways to deal with an oblivious pet.       "Take off your clothes and kneel in the shower. Wait for me." Riko barely finished speaking before Kevin scrambled towards the bathroom. He shook his head in exasperation, but he couldn't deny that the eagerness made his dick twitch.       Riko took his time, letting Kevin stew for a few minutes. He undid his bow tie and took off his jacket which he left hanging on the chair for now. Desperation was Riko's favorite look on Kevin—teary eyes, flushed cheeks and drool trailing down his chin. He looked absolutely perfect like that.       The man in question was waiting for him just as he was told to, with his head lowered and knees spread apart that exposed his hard dick.       "Already hard?" Riko tutted. Pre-come beaded at the tip as he stroked the cock. "It's meant to be a punishment." He slapped it, making Kevin whine, the sound going straight to Riko's dick.       "So needy," said Riko, his eyes going over Kevin's flushed skin slowly, drinking in the sight before him. Goosebumps covered Kevin's body and his nipples had perked up in the chilly bathroom. It was amazing how little it took to get such reactions from the man.       Kevin squirmed in place, the anticipation finally getting to him.       "Stop," said Riko, and the movement stilled. "Good boys wait patiently."       Kevin didn't say anything—he knew better than talk without permission. He kept still as a statue, and the only indication that he was feeling sorry was the minimal slumping of his shoulders, rather unnoticeable to anyone but Riko.       "Maybe I should restrain you." Kevin's breath hitched at Riko's words. "But you're not going to struggle, are you?" The hand stroked Kevin's hair gently. "You're going to keep your hands behind your back like a good boy." Kevin got the hint and moved his hands, exposing his chest fully, just like Riko liked. The nipples made for an easy target and the whimper Kevin let out as Riko tugged at them was exquisite.       Riko straightened up and opened his fly slowly, Kevin's eyes tracing his every move. "I think you need a reminder who owns you."       A hitched breath was the only answer. Riko waited a few seconds longer to see if Kevin wanted to opt out, but the man kept his mouth shut. Their teammates wouldn't believe Riko that the great Kevin Day, well-known for his constant critique on court, followed orders to be silent without being forced to with a gag (though sometimes Riko liked to indulge like that).       Riko's bladder gave a painful cramp, reminding him what he as meant to do. "Mouth open," he said to Kevin and finally let go. The stream fell on Kevin's face first, and the man squeezed his eyes shut. A few drops got into his mouth, but he gave no indication that it bothered him. Riko made sure to wet Kevin's hair too which Kevin always took care of meticulously. He let out a deep sigh as the pressure eased from his bladder. When the stream finally stopped, he tapped his dick on Kevin's cheek.       "Clean it," said Riko.       Kevin dove right in, licking the cockhead and sucking it. His green eyes looked up at Riko from under his wet eyelashes as Kevin hollowed his cheeks. Riko's knees started to feel weak.       "Stop," Riko commanded, a bit winded. Kevin gave one last kiss to Riko's dick before getting back in position, awaiting instructions.       The things Riko wanted to do to him…       "Shower, then go lie on the bed," he said. There wasn't any need to tell Kevin not to put any clothes on—the man wouldn't do it without explicit order while they were playing.       "Yes, sir," Kevin replied, his head bowed down.       As the shower started, Riko sat in the kitchen, fantasizing about his next steps. They had the whole evening to themselves, having excused themselves earlier from the party. Maybe Riko should use the new paddle that he'd been waiting to test out.       Decisions, decisions,Riko thought to himself as he heard the shower turn off.