Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2017 03:14:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Unlikely Muse II One might want to think that our protagonist is way too worldly for a 9 year old. Remember the circumstances of his life thus far. Street kids grow up fast and our little boy has had more experiences in 9 years that any 10 people combined have in their lifetimes. They learn early on about things and have experiences that no child should know or experience. In some cases they are redeemable but in many cases, or even most cases they are lost. I believe that Archer is most definitely redeemable. That said there is reference to his having sex with a dog but I must be clear. This is not now nor will it ever be a bestiality story. It's only one small facet of Archer's experience. That said, I hope that you, the reader, N-joi the story. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was more than a little surprised at Archer's request but I didn't show it. I let my hand travel down his back and onto the glorious orbs of his ever so tiny butt. I let the fingers trail just inside the crack but didn't go for his hole, then cupped his top cheek. His request to love him didn't offer specifics so I intended to move slowly and trust that Archer would provide some sort of guidance. I moved my hand down along his leg then let it fall between us as I moved it up. Archer helped by moving his waist back then moving his top leg and place that foot flat on the bed in order to give me room to get to his boy parts. I worked slowly up the inner thigh of his bottom leg then allowed my hand to cup his cock and his balls which caused the boy to inhale sharply. I rumpled his small balls in my hand and gently squeezed on them before moving to his cock which was by then fully erect. I stroked him a little, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his sensitive swollen cock head. Archer's hand moved down alongside and found my cock, which by then was half way hard. He squeezed up and down my length then felt on my balls a moment and went back to my cock. "Squeeze my balls Remy," he commanded and I did. "Harder, make it hurt a little," he panted and when I did he groaned loudly. Needless to say I wondered if pain was going to play a part in our relationship, assuming we'd have a longer term relationship. "God that feels good, do it again." I squeezed his small marbles and tugged hard on them at the same time. "Oh fuck yes, like that, like that." The boys' voice was already deepening and he seemed to work on my cock a little harder. "Remy," he whispered and when I said "what" he said, "Kiss me on the mouth, teach me how to kiss you." I didn't wonder about that overly long but gently nudged him onto his back and lowered my face to his. In the dim light of the room I could see Archer's eyes watching intently and as my lips gently touched his, he closed them. It was a quick peck and I followed it with another one. The 3rd time I stayed longer and moved my lips a little bit. All the while my hand was between his legs squeezing and tugging on his balls. Archer got the hang of kissing pretty quickly and his lips began to move against mine. The next time I backed off I allowed our lips to have just the barest contact. "How is that sweet boy," I asked him, my lips brushing against his ever so lightly as I talked.. "Amazing," he in and equally soft voice. "Can you lay on top of me Remy?" I moved above him then let about 50% of my weight rest against his small body, my legs between his spread open legs. Because he was so much smaller than I, my cock was resting on the bed with the head just in front of his asshole. "No, all of your weight Remy." I was afraid I'd crush him but let myself relax on top of the boy and his arms went around my neck. "Much better. Now kiss me." That is when our kissing went to the next level. Archer pressed his mouth against mine and opened it then pushed his tongue into my mouth. He began moaning softly and moving his head a little. We kissed like that for a solid minute. "I need your cock in my mouth Remy," he said in a lust laden voice, "I really need to suck on your cock." I elected to slide up his body, straddle his chest and offered my raging hard cock to him that way. He took me in both hands and gently stroked me. "Such a big beautiful cock Remy," he said. "How big is it? "8½," I told "and 6½ inches around" "So strong and hard," he whispered then rubbed the shaft against his smooth cheeks, reveling in the feel of my flesh. Only after Archer had allowed the head to touch all around his face did he open his mouth and take the head inside. It was an incredible sight to be sure. Seeing that beautiful little boy with his perfect lips wrapped around my cock was incredible. Archer reached between my legs and cupped my heavy balls and played with them. Fortunately, he didn't squeeze or tug them like I had done to him. I didn't think I was cut out for such things. I moved my hips just a little bit, gently fucking his delicious little mouth and wondered for a moment if he'd let me cum in it. Not then certainly, but some time. Archer's mouth eventually got sore, but it took longer than I'd have imagined. When he stopped, the boy looked up at me with lust laden eyes and declared my cock to be the best that he'd ever had in his mouth, adding, "and there have been more of them than I can count." I moved down his body to between his legs and stared for a moment. Archer's cock was raging hard, almost 5 inches of stone hard little boy boner that bobbed slightly with each beat of his little heart. He was definitely larger than I would have expected. His balls were at full hang, resting against his crotch, his foreskin a nipple over the end of his cock. I pulled his young cocklet upright, dropped my mouth over it, and began sucking him. I couldn't remember when the last time was that I'd been with a young boy. Probably when I was a boy. As stated, my preference was boys that were into the maturation process, boys that had some hair at the base of their cocks, boys that had sperm brewing in their young balls. Sometimes I liked boys in the earlier stages and other times I liked boys in the 14-15 year old range; boys whose cocks were at or close to full size, whose large man sized balls shot ropey globs of gooey teen sperm. Boys that could give me a good fucking if that's what I wanted in that moment. Working on Archer's smooth hairless body was thrilling to me. Yes, I'd miss the sperm but the rest of his attributes made up for it. I bobbed my head on his cock, reveling in the feel, the taste and even the fragrance of him. I stroked him as I suckled, working his foreskin into a nipple and sucking it. About the 3rd time I did that Archer said, "Bite my foreskin Remy." I did as he asked but doing so gently. "Harder Remy," he panted so I added pressure. "A little more Remy, hurt me." Little bells were going off in my head but I did as he asked and apparently it met his need. "Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck that hurts." It lasted a good 5 seconds before he told me to stop then he pushed my head away. "I need your cock in my asshole right this fucking minute Remy. I need to be fucked." I reached for my night stand, pulled out a bottle of lube and a hand towel and proceeded to smear my cock while Archer watched attentively. The boy fondled his cock and tugged on his balls and I could see by his face the spike in feeling as it shot through his compact little body. I used the extra lube on his hole then asked if he needed me to begin with fingers. Archer shook his head. "No, just get it in me. Hurry Remy; I need it bad." Archer held his legs back while I got into position, taking a moment to admire his pink puckered hole. What I also noticed was the lack of darker skin usually found around a hole. Yes, there was some coloration but it was very light. I touched my swollen cock head to the muscle and gently pushed against it but Archer wasn't having any of that. "Don't worry about hurting me Remy, just shove the fucking thing in my ass." I did as I was ordered and penetrated the boy and got a face scrunched in pain and a lout grunt. Based on my experience thus far I figured that the boy didn't require any adjustment time so simply buried my cock in his little body until my balls rested against his butt and my pubic hair was against his perineum. I slipped my arms under his legs and leaned forward on the bed, almost doubling the kid over and began to fuck him hard. I managed about a 4 inch throw which was enough cock to slam back inside of him after being withdrawn. It was enough to create a loud slapping sound as our bodies collided. I fucked him fast enough that my balls were barely able to reach the zenith of their swing before they were forced to go in the opposite direction and thus they slapped against his tender little butt adding another layer to the noise. "Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes," Archer groaned, "fuck my little boy asshole good and hard Remy. Make it hurt me, make me cry from your big fat cock in my little pussy." Archer wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my back and held on for dear life. Every time I slammed into him the boy grunted loudly so what I was hearing was "eh", "eh," "eh" repeatedly. "Jesus Christ and mother Mary your cock feels good in my asshole Remy," the boy grunted below me, "You're going to have to fuck me every day, maybe even twice a day. That Archer was getting heated up was beyond any question. That boy was "willy peter" hot. It was then that he bit me. He had moved his arms up around my neck and pulled my head down and planted his mouth against mine kissing me hard enough to bruise me I was sure. When he broke the kiss his mouth was alongside my ear. "Oh God Remy fuck me hard, this is so good, so good, fuck me fuck me fuck me." He then cried out and bit my ear lobe. It was only a nip and I jerked back in response. "Sorry," he said "I can't help it Remy, your cock feels amazing in me. Make me cum Remy I need to cum I'm getting close fuck me hard." I was already slamming into the boy hard enough to move us up the bed, still he wanted more. I pressed into him, ground my ass in circles then went back to power fucking him. It was only a moment later that he screamed out and I do mean screamed out. Under any other circumstances it would have been assumed that someone was in pain, a lot of it but that wasn't the case. That little boy came harder and louder than anyone I'd ever had the pleasure of fucking. There would be times later on in our relationship that we would fuck in public, or rather, places where one probably shouldn't be fucking because of people being close by. On more than one occasion I would have to stifle him lest people come running to see what the problem was. I felt Archer's asshole constrict against my cock as he experienced his orgasm and of course it pushed me over the edge and I began pumping 2 weeks of backed up sperm into his body. There was so much of the goo that I felt it leaking out around my cock on the back strokes and of course the stuff ran downhill so on my subsequent down strokes my balls were pushed against the wet goo and thus got coated in my sperm. Well, coated might be extreme, but you get the point. I felt easily 8 pulses and I knew from past experience that there was an inordinate amount of sperm involved. I finally slowed down, Archer's arms loosened a little but stayed around my neck, and he let his legs fall back onto the bed. "Lay your weight on me Remy, all of it." I did as he asked and the boy wrapped his legs around my thighs and his arms around my head and held me against him, his breathing was heavy in my ear. "So beautiful, so good a lover to treat your boy so good." We stayed there for a moment before he said he thought he might need to shit. I asked him to hold on because I was going to lift him up and carry him to the bathroom which, in the process, caused the boy to giggle. I lifted him off me in the bathroom, causing him to moan softly from the loss, then allowed him privacy while I went to the shower. Archer joined me a minute later. "False alarm but there was a lot of sperm. Shit Remy you flooded my asshole with the stuff." We went about soaping and grooming and he asked me if I treated all my lovers like I did him. I responded that I tried to treat everybody that like but yes, I treated my lovers well. "Well, maybe we could talk about me living here," he said softly and I told him that we could. As we lay cuddled in bed afterwards Archer decided to open up. "He raped me," the youngling said in a quiet voice, "the man I killed when I was 6. He raped me while my mother watched, or at least the woman who claimed she was my mother. She couldn't do anything about it. When he finished with me he started fucking her. He didn't even wipe my blood from his cock, he just rolled off me and climbed on her. He told me to go get a bottle of wine from the kitchen and to bring this wooden thing that he sometimes liked to have put in his ass when he fucked her." "I got up and went into the kitchen but was moving real slow because my asshole hurt like a whole bag of motherfucker's. I got the things he wanted but there was also this long carving knife on the counter. I knew how sharp it was because I'd accidently cut myself on it a couple of times. I covered it with a kitchen towel and took it into the bedroom. He was on top of her, fucking her and told me to put some lube on the wooden thingy and put it in his ass and fuck him with it. So, I got on the bed and peeled his butt cheek open and told him to hold still so he stopped fucking her so I could get that thing in him." "What I did was I shoved the carving knife up his ass. Because it was so sharp it went in real easy. Jesus Christ he screamed and rolled off of her onto his back and of course she was terrified. He was trying to reach down for whatever was causing the excruciating pain he was feeling, not knowing it was a knife. I swung the bottle of wine down hard on his face with both hands and I must have broke his nose because blood sprayed out everywhere. I whacked him again and he stopped moving. Blood was pouring out of his ass and my mother was freaked out." "When I told her what I did, she got dressed real quick and had me get dressed and then we left the flat and that night we left Marseilles and ended up here. My mother told me a few weeks later that the man had died but I didn't care. He hurt me and he use to hurt her all the time so fuck him." There didn't seem to be a lick of remorse in the boy, not that I could find fault with that. I hugged him tighter. "I'm sorry that happened to you Archer," I said softly. I felt his head nod against in acknowledgement that he heard me. Neither of us said anything for a good couple of minutes. "Tonight was the first time in my life that I did sex because I wanted to. All the other times I did it because there hasn't been anyone to take care of me for years. I had to do sex so I could eat, so I could survive, or because someone made me do it. I hated it and I hated the men that forced me. That doesn't mean that it didn't feel good sometimes. I mean, even when you get a boner and you didn't want it to happen but it did and somebody is feeling on you or sucking you eventually it starts to feel good but I still hated that I was made to do it. "Tonight I wanted to have sex, I wanted to please you, I wanted to please me too and you did Remy." Archer backed his head away a little in order to look in my eyes. "You make me feel good Remy. You make me feel like I'm wanted, that you care for me, that you want me to be happy. I haven't had that since before I killed that first fucker." He basically confirmed that he'd killed after that but I didn't want to go there, at least not then. Instead I said, "You are wanted Archer, I do care for you and I want you to be happy. I want me to be happy too so in the morning we'll talk about it, okay." He nodded his head and said okay then kissed me on the mouth. "I like kissing Remy. I want to do more of it." I told him that was a request that I could easily handle. He rolled over and backed into me and I adjusted my body to his. My arms were wrapped gently around his chest and the boy held them to his body like a Teddy bear and we fell asleep that way. I got out of bed around 6 the next morning and hit the bathroom and when I came out Archer was awake. The boy smiled at me and I went straight to the bed and bent over to kiss him. "Good morning sunshine, how did you sleep?" "Like a drunk wino," he said then added, "I think it's the best sleep that I've had in months, maybe years." I asked him what he might attribute that too. "More than anything, I think it's because I feel safe here, with you. Out there," he said nodding his head and meaning the streets, "I have to always be on guard, even when I sleep so I sleep lightly." "I figured as much but I thought I'd ask anyway. I try to exercise and swim every day and I haven't since you've been here except once. I'd love for you to join me but it's not a requirement." Archer said he was more than willing to exercise but that he didn't know how to swim so I told him that happened to be a very good instructor. He pointed out that he didn't have a swim suit and I pointed out that he didn't need one because no one else would be around except possibly Pierre and even that wasn't likely. We took the back stairs, not bothering to get dressed. Archer was right on my hip and when I draped an arm across his narrow shoulders he slipped an arm around my waist and snuggled in even closer. Downstairs I went through some limbering and stretching exercises, Archer right alongside me. I practiced some self defense moves, blocks and strikes which garnered questions from the boy. I would soon discover that Archer had a penchant for learning that verged on obsession. When I explained the moves to him he asked if I would teach him which kind of thrilled me. In the pool I held him as he went through the basic motions of swimming and then he watched as I did 20 laps. Afterwards we showered and I took the liberty of giving the boy a thorough washing which of course made him rock hard. I wouldn't do but he had to return the favor. "How come you don't get hard like I do when I touch your cock and your balls?" He asked the question as he stood before me, stroking his own raging little boner. Well, not so little. I explained that, as an adult, my body wasn't as sensitive to touch as his was. He nodded his head in understanding then bent over and put his mouth over the end and began sucking me. It goes without saying that I didn't remain in repose for very long. Archer fondled my balls as he suckled, gently tugging on the low hanging sac of eggs. He even stopped sucking me for a moment to nuzzle my balls with his mouth, to take some of the loose skin in his teeth and gently tug on it. "There," he said as he stood upright, a satisfied expression on his adorable face, "now you're like me." Indeed, my pole was standing tall and proud in front of my taut belly, the red tinged head peeking out from under my foreskin. "I think you should shave the hair on your balls though Remy. Can you shoot your sperm for me? I never get a chance to see that because it always goes in my mouth or my asshole." I shut the shower off and took his hand and led him back out to the pool and plopped down onto a chaise lounge that was already in a reclining position. "Do you want to do it for me Archer?" The little boy nodded his head vigorously. "Well, it likely will take a while so how about if we do things to each other?" I got another head nod along with the question about what we could do. I wanted to eat the boys' tender asshole in the worst way. I so love rimming boys but it had been 20 years or more since I'd rimmed a preteen hole. I told him what I had in mind and he scrunched up his face in disgust. "Why would anyone want to lick an asshole Remy?" Clearly the youngling had not had that experience which didn't surprise me. Being a street kid, any man he'd been with probably figured, rightly I might add, that his hygiene was probably severely lacking. Besides, I doubted that few men would actually take a street boy home, most likely consummating a relationship in back alleys, or in cars. "I'll let you decide that after I do it too you sweet boy." I plopped down on the lounge chair and directed Archer to get above me, which he did. I helped adjust his body to suit my needs, knowing that it was much easier for the boy accommodate me than himself. Once there I tugged on his narrow little hips and brought his treasure chest in close. "Goddamn but you have a pretty little hole Archer," I told him and indeed it was a sight to behold. The tender little morsel was perfect in my estimation. His smooth balls were at full hang, one egg lower than the other. Because he was so smooth it easy to see his slightly reddened perineum as it marched up over the sac and continued to his delicious rose bud of a hole. The boy started sucking my cock right off the bat and after a moment's reflection I raised my head and dug in. I let my tongue explore the wrinkled muscle including the hole itself then worked my way around the area. Archer moaned loudly after the 3rd swipe of my hungry tongue and seemed to suck my cock a little harder and pushed his ass back further into my face. I licked down his perineum onto the underside of his smooth balls, worked the hanging eggs then went back up. "Holy fuck Remy that feels good," he groaned then began licking all over my swollen cock head as if it were a lollipop and I worked his crotch over like a mother cat cleaning her young. I managed to get a hand between his legs and began jacking him off while I ate him, working his foreskin back and forth over the swollen head. "You're gonna make me cum Remy," the hotling groaned, which of course was the idea. I felt Archer's asshole constrict against my tongue, knowing that he was doing his kegels, although he didn't know that. Tensing those muscles seemed to enhance sensitivity when a guy was heated up. As most men know it can also help speed up onset of an orgasm when jacking off. In this case it was working for me too because I knew that without that extra practice it could take forever for me to cum. Again, as most adult males know, they can typically get themselves to cum faster when they're doing the work than when someone else does. I felt my body begin to gear up for a sperming. "Hold my cock tighter and just suck on the head Archer," I panted to the boy who immediately did as I asked. And he didn't just suck on the head. He continued to bob his head up and down, pressing his lips tight and dragging them and forth over the sensitive ridge of my cock head. I licked his hole with even more vigor, pressed the tip of my tongue against his hole as if trying to crawl up inside his little body from that orifice. I was getting close, and then closer. "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum," I finally cried out. Archer took his mouth from my cock and began jacking me off hard and fast. He seemed to know enough to keep my foreskin retracted and a moment later I began shooting. I had continued to lick his asshole and stroke his raging boner and when I fired off I felt his body jerk and knew that he'd taken it on his face. It didn't deter him however and he continued to stroke but by the 3rd squirt his mouth was back over the swollen head and he was taking the rest of offering down his throat. I felt Archer's body tense, then felt his asshole constrict and his cock tighten and knew that the little boy was cumming right along with me and of course that only made it that much hotter for me. I felt a good 6 or 7 pulses of sperm before things started to cool down. I felt Archer's cock pulse as many times as I worked his little boner through a dry orgasm. I finally had to tell him to stop, that my cock head was too sensitive, and he did. The boy stayed in place for a moment, not doing anything, with his head dropped as his body wound down from the intense high that it had been on. He finally moved from above me, turned and sat facing me, his face dripping my sperm and a big grin on his face. "I wanna see what it looks like Remy," he said and stood up then headed for the shower room. I got up and followed. He stood in front of the mirror and just stared. I didn't know for sure which shot was first but the boy had a big glob of sperm just inside the corner of his left eye then had run downward to his mouth. Another had gotten him on the right cheek below the eye and it too had run down and was dripping off his chin. A third shot was just to the outside of the second one but had splattered into droplets all of which, like the main glob, were running downward. Cum was also running out of the corner of his mouth, the boy obviously not having been able to swallow it all. "Oh shit fire that's a lot of sperms Remy. I sure like how it felt shooting on me and I like how it looks I might want you to cum on my face more often. "It looks pretty hot to me too sweet boy. Did you have a nice cum as well?" He nodded his head and said that it had been pretty strong. I reached down and picked the boy up and kissed him on the mouth, taking back some of my cum in the process. Archer then lay his head on my shoulder and I just stood there holding him. "I really like being with you Remy," he said softly. "I really want to stay here. I'll do anything you tell me too, honest I will." I rubbed up and down his back and cooed back to him. "I know you will baby boy, I know you will. I want you to stay here too." I continued to hold him as I went into the shower, got the water going, then stepped into the spray which were wall mounted nozzle heads that allowed for a full body spray. I finally set the boy down and we got cleaned off, doing a good soapy cleansing before getting out and drying off. "That felt really good you licking on my asshole Remy. Nobody's ever done that to me before. Is if fun for you doing it, the licking I mean?" I explained that it was very stimulating for me but I would only do it when I knew that a hole was thoroughly cleaned. Archer said he'd like to try it but being clean was very important to him as well. "Well, let's go get dressed, have some breakfast and talk about what the future might look like." Pierre wasn't there so we ate alone, splitting one of Angelina's amazing baked omelets with sides of home fried potatoes and thick sliced bacon. I had coffee and Archer had chocolate milk, a very rare treat that the boy almost swooned over. After breakfast Archer and I went for a walk 'n talk. I discovered that he had never attended even 1 day of school. I told him that school was going to be a requirement if he lived with me and while he didn't relish the confinement he was open to learning. As stated before, I found out that Archer loved to learn and he knew that to achieve anything of importance in his life school was going to be a must. He was pretty much self taught at reading and as I'd said before, he seemed to be quite bright. I suggested that we should have him tested then consider private tutoring until such time as he'd be able to enter formal school whether it be a private or public school. I had no idea as to the extent of his criminal life but regardless, it would have to end. He wouldn't need to steal because everything that a boy could possibly want was there for the asking. That also meant that he was not to carry the knife. As part of that I wouldn't tolerate lying or stealing. He needed to understand that I valued honesty above most things while he might risk my ire and a consequence for telling on himself it would be much worse if I found about misbehavior from any other source. I told him that I traveled from time to time and when I was gone he would follow Pierre's directions without question. "What is it that you do Remy," Archer asked me. "I have an investment consulting business," I said, which was true on paper. "So, Archer, what kind of questions or expectations might you have of me?" The boy thought about it for a moment. "Well what if I do something wrong, what will happen?" I explained that I was more than fair but together we would set some rules and consequences should he break those rules. Things would be more than fair and the consequences would fit the broken rules. "What about sex and what about sleeping with you?" "You have your own bedroom and we're going to buy you clothes and probably some toys and other things that children have. You may sleep with me but there may be times when I want to sleep alone. As for sex, I don't see that as a problem and for the most part I am happy having you not just in my bed but also in my arms. In fact, I love having you in my bed and in my arms." At that Archer all but jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly. "Do you really Remy?" I felt my heart swell just holding him. "Yes Archer, I really do," I whispered with emotion. I think you are a very wonderful little boy and I love having you in my life. I've always wanted a son so maybe we can pretend that you're my son." I felt dampness on my neck and then the boy shuddered. "I never had a daddy and I think you would be a perfect daddy for me. Thank you Remy." "Thank you Archer." I set him down and he wiped his eyes and we continued to walk and talk. We covered chores, allowance, what school might be like, hobbies, sports and any number of other things that a parent and child might want or need to talk about. He knew little about sports but knew a little about soccer. "What do you think about getting a dog Archer?" He stopped and looked at me. "I never been around animals much Remy," he said, "except a few stray dogs and of course when I got fucked by a dog." He said the latter with as much casualness as if he were discussing putting on shoes. I asked him if he would explain. "I had to do it for money a few times. A bunch of men paid to watch it. I had to suck the dog's dick then let him lick my asshole then fuck me. I didn't like it much at first because his knot went in me and tore my hole a little. The funny thing was though that it gave me a very hard boner and I ended up having a cum without even touching my dick. I did it a few more time and each time it was the same. I hated that I had to do and that men were paying to watch me but after bit I forgot they were even there and I got real hard and I liked it. "The pain does something to me Remy. I can't explain it. Just like when I had you squeeze my balls and bite my foreskin. It gets me so hot sometimes that I can't stand it and sometimes it makes me want more pain." The boy stopped and seemed to think for a moment. "Does that mean that I'm a freak Remy?" Archer seemed deeply concerned about that part of it. I got down on my knees to have eye contact with him. "Listen to me sweet boy. It does not make you a freak. Plenty of people enjoy pain with sex or I might say that pain is sexy for them. Some people like causing pain for other. There are people who like getting spanked and those who like spanking people. Plenty of people like having sex with animals, plenty of people like getting pissed on and even shit on it. Those are called fetishes and having a fetish of some sort isn't particularly uncommon." "I been pissed on before. I don't like. Do you like pain Remy; does it make you hot?" I shook my head and said that wasn't something I've experienced. "Did you like giving me pain?" "It's not something that is sexy for me but I didn't mind doing it if for you because it was what you wanted Archer. And if you want to continue to explore and if it helps you to feel sexy then I will help you but I think we would need to talk about it some more and then establish some boundaries." We walked quietly for a minute then he said, "I think I would like to get a dog Remy. Not for sex but just as a regular pet." "Well then sweet boy, we'll put that on our "to do" list." "I like it when you call me sweet boy. It makes me feel special." I squeezed his hand. "You are special Archer. Never ever forget that. You are very special."