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“You need a sponsor, kitten,” Ainosuke says, not even looking up from his phone.
Miya stands next to the desk, feeling agitated by the man’s lack of attention. “Isn’t that what you’re for?” He rolls his eyes, leaning over to peek at what’s on Ainosuke’s phone.
Ainosuke laughs. “Can you imagine? A well-respected politician such as myself sponsoring a skateboarder? The optics alone would put the press in a frenzy, kitten.”
“Then why did you even invite me here! You could have just told me this over the phone!” Miya’s voice cracks.
“Because I like seeing how you’re blossoming, that’s all.” Ainosuke looks up with a smile before turning in his chair and running a hand along Miya’s chest. “And because up until now I’ve paid for all your equipment and training. Your months in the states were not cheap, my darling pet.”
Pet.
Miya shivers in delight at the title. “We had an agreement, Adam…I mean…Sir.” He cowers a bit at his lack of restraint, knowing Ainosuke doesn’t appreciate the misstep.
Ainosuke reaches up and grabs Miya’s chin forcefully. “I suggest you learn your place, kitten.” His voice is low and gravelly.
Miya would be lying if he said he didn’t like it, that it didn’t make his stomach flutter with pleasure.
“We do have an agreement,” Ainosuke’s grip softens. “And as long as you don’t violate our contract I will keep showering you with all the gifts and funds you need to keep going. I want to see my baby succeed.”
Miya sighs in content, his eyes glazing over at his Owner’s gentle touch.
“You still need a sponsor, though. Someone’s name to plaster on all the pretty things I’ve bought you,” Ainosuke says sweetly, pushing a strand of hair from Miya’s face. “I happen to know someone you could ask, but it might take some convincing.” He lets his hand wander to Miya’s chest and stops to rub one of his nipples until it’s firm and poking through his shirt. Ainosuke grins and Miya’s heart begins to beat faster with excitement.
“Oh yeah?” Miya tries to feign disinterest, leaning back against the desk, just out of Ainosuke’s reach. “Who do I have to fuck this time?” He picks up a pen, twirling it in his fingers, hoping Ainosuke won’t be able to tell how turned on the thought alone makes him.
Ainosuke stands and towers above Miya before leaning down to kiss at his neck. “Look at you my sweet kitten, so eager to please.”
“I am not!” Miya feebly attempts to push Ainosuke away, a flush creeping down his neck.
Ainosuke laughs as he sinks teeth into Miya’s soft skin. Miya yelps and grips Ainosuke’s shirt to keep himself steady, melting pleasantly into the pain as Ainosuke licks the fresh red indentations of his teeth.
“You know that small skate shop? The one where your boyfriend, little red, works?”
Miya rolls his eyes but pulls Ainosuke closer, his hips pushing up against the man’s thigh. “He’s not my boyfriend,” he says, trying to act unphased.
“Oh I don’t mind, kitten. I like that you have a little crush.” He kisses Miya’s cheek and adds pressure between his thighs.
“So, you want me to — ah!”
Ainosuke bites him again and Miya has to swallow down how good it feels before he can continue talking. “You want me to ask Reki?” Miya finally stutters out between breaths.
Ainosuke stops and pulls back, looking up in thought. “That would be very fun, but no.”
Miya laughs nervously, trying to rid his mind of how much he would love to have a reason to get Reki’s cock in his mouth.
“No, kitten, I need you to talk to the manager.” Ainosuke goes back in to assault Miya’s neck.
Miya thinks for a moment then pushes Ainosuke back. “Ada…I mean Sir, I don’t think manager Oka would be, um, into me?”
Ainosuke blinks - “And why is that?”
“Well, because I think he likes girls, Sir.”
“You have a hole, don’t you? And a lovely little mouth,” Ainosuke runs a finger along Miya’s lips. “I have no doubts that you will be able to charm him.”
Miya bites his lip anxiously, knowing that once Ainosuke has made his mind up, there’s no changing it. He will have to do this if he wants to keep his income from Ainosuke. Being a professional skater is not cheap and the man has given him everything he could ever want and more. Miya admires Ainosuke too, loves him even, would do anything he asks. Despite his concerns, he also feels turned on by the thought of being completely at the mercy of someone like the beefy Dope Sketch manager.
“I have something that might help.” Ainosuke sits back down in the desk chair and opens a drawer, pulling out a shiny steel butt plug with a red heart shaped jewel on the end. “Come here, kitten,” Ainosuke beckons.
Miya steps forward and is immediately bent over the desk. His hands curl into some of the papers scattered beneath him as Ainosuke rubs along his hips and ass.
Ainosuke reaches around to unbutton Miya’s jeans, pulling them down just enough so he can massage a finger against his hole.
“We want to make sure that pussy of yours is nice and wet and ready for manager Oka to use,” Ainosuke says with a degrading tone. Miya shudders at the words, his cock twitching helplessly, still in the confines of his jeans.
Ainosuke presses his own erection right up against Miya’s ass as he generously lubes up his fingers. He grips Miya’s hip and begins massaging his entrance until it’s practically pulling him in. Miya squirms at the intrusion but is quickly placated when Ainosuke reaches over to wrap his other hand around Miya’s throat.
“Good kitten. That’s it, be good for your Owner.”
Miya moans loudly as Ainosuke adds another finger, slowly pumping them in and out, stretching him open.
“What a whore you are, getting excited by the thought of another man fucking you for a stupid little sponsorship.”
Miya whines, his hips stuttering, trying to fuck himself on what little Ainosuke is giving him.
“I really should punish you for such naughty behavior.” Ainosuke twists and curls his fingers causing Miya to nearly scream at how amazing it feels.
“But I can’t send bruised and damaged merchandise to our dear friend, now can I?”
Miya shakes his head in agreement, letting out a quiet breathy moan.
Ainosuke pulls out leaving Miya whimpering and pushing his hips back for more. “Fuck me, Sir. Please!” he cries out pitifully.
“You’re a cock hungry slut.” Ainosuke presses the cold metal of the plug to Miya’s rim and shoves it mercilessly inside. “Save it for your date.” He pulls Miya’s jeans back up and sits back down in his desk chair to scroll on his phone again.
Miya is out of breath and groans in frustration as he stands up, the plug doing nothing to help his already aching cock.
As he walks out the door, Ainosuke makes sure he’s completely gone before sending a text to Manager Oka.
He should be there soon. Make him work for it 😘
******
Miya approaches Dope Sketch cautiously, nerves rumbling in his stomach as he reaches for the door. He needs this sponsorship if he wants to continue in the tournament circuit and he’s telling himself that he won’t leave without it. Miya always thought Oka to be an easy-going guy, but he’s defensive when it comes to the shop. He knows that charming Oka is the only way to get this.
Miya tugs at his pleated skirt, hoping it’s not too obviously slutty as he steps into the shop.
A bell chimes as he walks through the door and at first glance the shop is empty. It’s near closing time so he assumes Oka is in the back getting ready to shut down for the day. Miya eyes the security camera and twirls his hips a bit as he runs a finger across one of the boards on display. The thought of Oka in the back watching him on camera alone is enough to get him all worked up again. Miya turns and bends at the waist, pretending to check out a set of wheels on the bottom shelf.
“Miya Chinen,” Oka says sweetly from behind. Miya looks up, flushed with surprise, to see Oka leaning against the counter, chin resting in his hand. “What a pleasant surprise to see you in my little old shop!” The man smiles. “Can I help you find anything?”
Miya’s brain short circuits for a moment as he quickly tries to come up with a good story as to not seem so eager for the sponsorship. “Oh! Um, I was just in the area and thought I would stop by, check out what you’ve got.”
“Ah, I see.” Oka steps out from behind the counter and makes his way toward the display.
The man is much taller than Miya ever remembered him and his shirt clings tightly to his wide toned chest. It makes Miya’s mouth water thinking about what’s underneath the jumpsuit tied at his waist.
“Checking out some wheels? These ones are pretty good, but I think these have better maneuverability.” He reaches out over Miya’s shoulder to spin the wheels on the display board and for a moment their bodies are flush against one another.
Miya takes the opportunity to make a move, pressing back against Oka to reach up for some other random wheel.
Oka backs up and Miya knows the chase is on.
Miya steps up to the counter, picking through a basket of stickers, attempting to act interested but the only thing on his mind is getting on his knees for Oka. Not only is he going to get dicked down by an older man, but Ainosuke will be so pleased with him if it works that he’s sure to be rewarded.
Miya leans over the counter, arching his back so that the skirt pulls up over his thighs, his ass just barely hanging out. He knows Oka’s eyes are on him, he can feel the gaze and it makes his cock twitch in excitement.
Oka steps past him, a hand just barely grazing Miya’s ass as he does.
“I have some new stock in the back, if you want to check it out. You can help me decide what to put on display.” Oka opens the curtain to the storage room and Miya steps through.
“So many boxes! You must be very strong to be able to carry all of these.” Miya giggles. He knows how cheesy it sounds but he doesn’t care. He hopes a man like Oka appreciates being complimented on his strength.
Oka smiles, and flexes his arm. “Yeah I’d say I’m pretty strong. Wanna feel?”
Miya is immediately flustered, his face warm and his stomach fluttering as he reaches out to touch the man’s arm. It’s rock hard and Miya can only imagine how easy it would be for Oka to throw him around like a doll. He giggles again, trying to shake the thoughts from his head. He needs to remember why he’s here.
“Looks like you have a lot of inventory. Skaters would kill to have so many options.” Miya flips open a box and pretends to be looking inside. “Have you ever thought about sponsoring?”
Oka laughs and steps forward toward Miya. “Well I would, but Dope Sketch is my baby and it couldn’t be just anyone. Sadly, no one has been able to meet all the requirements.”
Miya looks up curiously. “Requirements?”
Oka crosses his arms and leans against one of the shelves with a grin. “Are you looking for a sponsor?”
“It’s something I’ve thought about,” Miya says coyly, reaching his hands up above his head to stretch, a sliver of skin showing above the skirt.
“Well, whoever we sponsor has to be dedicated, willing to work hard and do whatever it takes.” Oka’s eyes narrow on Miya.
“Whatever it takes?” Miya asks innocently, stepping towards Oka with wide eyes. He reaches out tugging at the sleeves of Oka’s jumpsuit tied around his waist. “I’d do whatever you ask of me.”
Oka laughs again, acting as though he’s completely unphased by Miya’s advances. “Hm, I don’t know. You don’t seem like you want it bad enough. You just said it’s only something you’ve thought about. I’m going to need some reassurance to know that you’re serious about this.”
Miya hesitates only for a second before pressing Oka back against the shelf and rolling his hips against the man. “I’ll do anything, I swear,” he says quietly, hands snaking up around Oka’s neck.
Oka doesn’t even flinch, just smiles and watches with pleasure at Miya grinding against him. With a single finger he lifts Miya’s chin. “You’re going to have to do better than that,” he says with a disappointed tone. “I don’t believe that you really want this.”
Miya lets out a frustrated huff before pushing himself up on his toes to press lips to Oka’s neck. He snakes a hand into the man’s hair and licks along his jaw. “Just tell me what to do, Sir, and I’ll do it. I promise,” he whines against Oka’s neck. “I even dressed up for you. Please.”
Oka bites into his lip, weakened by Miya’s desperation. He reaches down to dig fingers into Miya’s pert ass, now sticking well out from under the skirt.
“I know you did and you look so pretty, baby,” he remarks, pulling Miya in towards him until the boy’s feet are barely even touching the ground anymore. Miya moans, arching his back into the touch as Oka ruts against his small frame.
“I would be so good for you,” Miya says quietly, desperately.
Suddenly Oka is forcing Miya over a stack of boxes and lifting his skirt, rubbing dangerously close to where the plug is nestled between his ass cheeks. He grips a hand behind Miya’s neck to keep him down.
“I’m going to need to inspect you, like I do all my merchandise. Just to make sure there aren’t any flaws. I’d hate to have to return you.”
The words make Miya feel small, less than human, like nothing more than an object, and his eyes roll back in satisfaction.
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir,” he whimpers, spreading his legs to show his obedience.
“Good boy,” Oka purrs, releasing Miya’s neck to trace down the arch of his back. He stands for a moment, simply admiring this beautiful slut laid out so nicely for him. He should send Ainosuke a thank-you card for such a generous gift.
Miya is trying so hard to stand still, but the weight of Oka’s gaze is heavy and it makes him squirm, writhing against nothing as his cock twitches within the confines of his underwear. His fingers dig into the edge of the box and he looks up tentatively to Oka. Tension hangs thick in the air and Miya is aching for the man’s touch, but Oka just stands, staring intently with crossed arms as if inspecting a piece of prime meat.
“Hm, from the outside you look fine, but I’m going to need a closer look.” Oka’s hand crawls up Miya’s thigh to the bottom of his skirt and tucks the edge into the waistband.
Miya is wearing a lacy pair of underwear. The fabric is pink and sheer and cups his cute little ass perfectly. It also gives a nice view of the red sparkly plug peeking out from between his cheeks.
“What do we have here?” Oka presses against the plug, wiggling it a bit and Miya squirms at the sensation. “Were you making sure your pussy was ready in case I needed to use it?” Oka laughs, pulling Miya’s hips back against him. He tugs at Miya’s underwear, pulling them down until they pool at the boy’s feet. Miya winces, already embarrassed by how bare and naked he feels in front of the man.
Oka crouches down, pulling Miya’s ass apart in front of his face with an intrigued hum.
“It’s very pretty,” he says, pressing a thumb to the crystal heart. Miya sucks in a sudden startled breath, muscles tensing
“I wonder what it does when I do this…” Oka pulls slowly at the plug, twisting it along Miya’s rim.
Miya whines as the muscle stretches over the bulbous metal.
“What an interesting noise.” Oka wraps his fingers into Miya’s hair, pulling his head up from the cardboard. “I’d like to hear it again.” He pushes the plug back in only to pull it out to the thickest part again.
Miya whines again, louder this time, and nearly chokes on the spit in his taught throat.
“I like that sound.” Oka shoves Miya’s face back down onto the box and traces his hand down Miya’s back.
Miya is desperately trying to stay focused, to keep his head in the game, but the way Oka talks to him, touches him, forces him into quiet easy submission, is making that quite difficult. At the same time, Oka seems to be enjoying their time as well and Miya hopes it means he won’t leave empty handed. He doesn’t want to think about what might happen if he goes back to Ainosuke without the sponsorship. Not only would he be punished, but his skating career might be over if he can’t afford it. It’s a lot of pressure, and despite his best efforts to relax, he still feels tense, unable to let go and truly enjoy this.
Oka can sense Miya is in his head. It's not hard to notice that the boy is quiet and stiff, too focused on what might go wrong.
Ainosuke told him to make Miya work for it, but this is starting to feel cruel. Oka is a brat, not a sadist, and it pains him to see Miya not share in the enjoyment of this time they get together. He wants Miya to keep coming back for more as well. It wouldn’t be worth it if the boy was too afraid or intimidated to show up again.
Oka presses his hard clothed cock up against Miya’s ass and gently pulls him up against his chest. Miya looks a little scared and Oka panics slightly before tucking a piece of hair behind the boy’s ear and pressing a kiss to his neck.
“You’re so perfect, Miya,” Oka whispers sweetly. “You’re talented and gorgeous.”
Miya shivers in response, head falling back onto Oka’s shoulder. He breathes in the man’s scent, sweet and comforting, with a sigh. A warm calloused hand wanders across Miya’s taut stomach and he melts into the touch. When a finger gently passes over a nipple, Miya arches his back and presses against Oka with a quiet pleasured moan.
“Now that is my favorite sound.” Oka grins against Miya’s neck, lips pressing onto warm flush skin.
The rhythm of Oka’s hips circling against Miya and those large fingers passing over his nipples lull him into a horny trance. Everything feels so fucking good and he lets his worries go. He reaches back to wrap an arm around Oka’s neck, begging him to be closer.
“What do you want, baby?” Oka asks between kisses. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
Miya’s eyes close and somewhere in his blissed out mind he knows exactly what he needs to ask for, but his response doesn’t come from his brain.
“Fuck me,” he pleads with a whine. There’s nothing he wants more than to drown in this moment. Sponsorship be damned, he can find another sponsor, but he doubts he’d find this anywhere ever again.
“Please,” Miya begs, attempting to pull Oka even closer. He rubs his ass along Oka’s length, loving the way it barely wiggles the plug with each movement. Miya thinks maybe he could come from this alone, but he wants to draw this out as long as possible.
“Such nice manners,” Oka says with a light chuckle, kissing Miya’s neck. “How could I say no?” He pushes Miya back down to the pile of boxes. Miya’s hips are still circling in the open air, eager and desperate for those calloused hands to be on him again.
“Just relax. I’ll take care of you,” Oka coos, massaging into Miya’s ass. He pulls the plug out slowly and licks his own fingers before sliding them into Miya’s open wet hole.
A strained moan leaves Miya’s throat as Oka slides easily inside of him, scissoring and twisting his fingers in all the right ways. His breaths are heavy and with every exhale he feels himself relax further into the incredible sensation.
“Fuck,” Oka groans. “You’re so warm and wet, baby.” He watches in awe as Miya’s hole tenses around him in perfect time with each thrust of his hand. With his other hand he unties the knot in his jumpsuit and frees his own cock, stroking it to the sight of his fingers disappearing into Miya over and over again.
“That’s it baby, good boy.”
Miya melts, the praise going straight to his dick which is trapped against the damn boxes. He wants to be closer, to feel Oka against him, but he can’t find any words in his muddled brain to express the desire. He reaches his hand back with a whine, hopeful that the plea will be understood.
Oka grabs the wayward arm, bending it against Miya’s back before leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Tell me what you want,” he says, pressing kisses to Miya’s jaw.
Miya wants to answer, but he can’t, and another helpless whimper passes his lips. Oka’s fingers curl and Miya cries out in pleasure.
“Use your words baby.” Oka grins and pulls out a bit. Miya pushes his hips back in an attempt to fuck himself on those thick fingers, but Oka doesn’t give in, his body weight alone enough to hold the boy in place.
“Ah…Oka!” Miya nearly sobs the name. “C-closer!” He manages to stutter out the single word.
“Good boy.” Oka wraps a hand around Miya’s throat and pulls him up, spinning him around. Miya is picked up and he immediately wraps his legs around Oka’s waist, grinding himself against the man’s hard leaking cock.
“Fuck me,” Miya whispers, competely unaware that he’s saying anything at all.
With tender roughness, Oka pins Miya against a wall, lining the tip of his cock with Miya’s opening. Miya squirms, aching for it to fill him, but Oka pauses to teasingly press against his rim.
“Say my name,” Oka instructs breathlessly, nearly unable to resist it himself.
“Oka!” Miya screams, hands curling into Oka’s hair and pulling impatiently.
“No, baby, it’s daddy.” Oka smiles, nuzzling his face into Miya’s warm flushed neck.
“Daddy! Please!” Tears begin to form in Miya’s eyes. He wants this, needs this, needs his daddy to take care of him, to shower him with love and warmth and fuck him hard and fast against the wall of the storage room in Dope Sketch.
Oka lowers Miya onto his cock and immediately begins fucking into him like his entire existence depends on it. Miya clings to the man, thighs tensing in time with each thrust to get him deeper. The air in the room is thick and heady with moans and grunts and Miya’s tiny helpless mewls as they come apart in each other’s arms. Oka adjusts his grip, opening Miya’s legs wider and quickly finds the sweet spot, the one that makes Miya quiver with need for release. He thrusts into him over and over and over again until Miya’s head falls back against the wall with a thump and he’s coming, white heat spilling from his cute little cock between them.
Oka isn’t far behind when he sees what a mess he’s made of his new Dope Sketch sponsee. He plunges into Miya with a grunt and holds himself there while filling him to the brim.
As they start to come down from the high, Miya embraces Oka, not daring to let him get too far away. The man is so comforting and safe and Miya can’t imagine having to let him go anytime soon.
Oka releases Miya who slumps to his knees on the ground in exhaustion.
“Ass up, baby, we need to show Ainosuke how good you’ve been,” Oka says sweetly, finding the previously discarded plug on a shelf.
Miya turns and presents himself, wincing when Oka shoves the toy back into his oversensitive hole. He feels so content, so pleased and proud and he can’t wait to show his Sir that he not only has a sponsorship, but a Daddy now as well.
******
Three months later, Miya skates in his first competition with a lot of cool new gear from Dope Sketch. He places third, which is somewhat of a disappointment until he looks over into the crowd to see Ainosuke and Oka obnoxiously cheering when his name is called. He didn’t win, but the consolation prize to come later that night is sure to be better than any medal.