Date: Mon, 3 Jul 2017 03:20:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlikely Muse  III

The opening to this chapter will be continued in the next one, not
here. Get over it. I hope you find Archer as delicious as I do. The little
boy whose picture that I use to model Archer after is a darling child and
one that needed to have such a story written around. Again, I hope it
satisfies.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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"SLAP" the sound of the leather strap hitting flesh was loud in the
otherwise quiet room.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you Remy, swear to fucking Christ I'm gonna fucking
stab you 100 times and cut you another 100.."

"SLAP". The strap lay across his tender little boy butt and Archer strained
against the ties at his calves and wrists, twisting his body in order to
get away from the strap.

"AGGHHHHH" the boy cried out, his body torqueing and twisting from side to
side.

"SLAP". In response, Archer's body arched forward at the waist, not that he
could go far. "Dead Remy, DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME YOU'RE A DEAD MAN," the
preteen screamed at me "DEAD".

"SLAP" the strap landed again and once again his body strained against the
ties that bound him. This was the 6th swing of the belt and I was leaving
red marks across his butt cheeks, those beautifully gorgeous naked mounds
of flesh. I was going about half power.

"I'm gonna kill you so dead Remy goddamn it I'm gonna KILL YOU." Archer's
was on a wooden contraption that was quite similar to a prayer bench and
he'd gone there willingly, knowing he was going to be punished for what
he'd done. The kneeler was adjustable vertically to accommodate various
sized persons. The top half of the back or the place where one would rest
their arms as they prayed was also adjustable however, the top half was
also able to adjust outward up to 25 degrees which meant that the kneeling
persons upper body would be draped forward. Thus, it wasn't really a prayer
bench but a punishment bench, or a torture tool if that pleases you.

The boy's calves were tied to where he knelt about 7 and 5 O'clock
respectively. His wrists were tied at 11 and 2 O'clock but where his wrists
were tied to the bench in front of him, that part was tilted forward so he
was bend over about 10 degrees or a little more. His knees were almost half
again as wide apart as his shoulders so his tender young balls were hanging
free below his gluteal cleavage.

"SLAP"

"Oh god oh god ohgodohgodohgod you're hurting me Remy. Why? Why are you
hurting me?"

"SLAP". His body arched and twisted again.

"You rotten cock sucking mother fucking piece of fucking shit I'M GONNA
FUCKING KILL YOUUUUUUUUU". He sagged against the thick ties, his head
turned back around like a demon in a horror flick and the expression on his
smooth face most definitely caused a shiver up my spine. If he were loose
right then I'd likely have a serious fight on my hands. His looks would
have killed had the blindfold not been in place.

"SLAP". This time he just groaned. I stepped back, let the end of doubled
over strap loose and then, in an underhanded movement flicked the end of
the strap out and up between his legs so the tip of it caught his
balls. Archer screamed in pain.

I set the belt down quietly and stepped up beside the boy and with my right
hand I caught the nipple of his foreskin between my thumb and fore
finger. Needless to say, he was stone hard. I pinched it at the same time I
brought my hand down hard on his but cheek. Once again, Archer screamed and
uttered a number of epithets indicating what he'd do to me with his knife
once I let him loose.

I brought my hand down on his other cheek then I reached between his legs
and flicked one of his balls with my index finger. That along with a hard
twist of his foreskin caused a cry of pain from the boy. I slapped his ass
again then flicked his other testicle and again, he cried out. Then, in a
deepened voice he said,

"My balls Remy, squeeze my balls."

But WAIT! I'm getting ahead of myself so let me bring you up to speed.

***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

When we got back to the house after our walk I saw that Pierre had
returned. "Pierre," I said calling his attention. When he came over I said,
"Archer and I have decided that he will live here with us, for the time
being." Pierre almost beamed.

"Welcome Archer," my houseman said extending his hand. Archer took it and
the two shook and Archer thanked him. "It will be nice to have a boy around
the house," my friend said with sincerity.

"We haven't worked out all the details yet but we've covered the
basics. We're going to have a busy next few days. Is there anything you can
think of that might need to be done?"  Pierre considered that.

"What about the Hawker?"  Pierre was as familiar with the man as I
was. After all, it was the Hawker that I'd saved him from lo those many
years ago.

"That's one of the first things I need to attend to. Would you care to join
us?" Pierre smiled.

"Wouldn't miss that for the world," he said. "Let me load up."

"What did he mean Remy," Archer asked as Pierre headed in another
direction.

"He's going to arm himself, as am I. Feel free to carry your knife Archer."
There would be times when I'd allow the boy to carry and this was one of
them. Although I didn't expect an altercation we were, after all, going
into a viper's den. It would be foolish not to be armed. I knew that Pierre
would be carrying his Desert Eagle and probably a micro 9 and who knew what
other little goodies. I'd created a few small toys that worked as
protective factors, small and seemingly innocent toys that would kill, and
quite handily I might add. I would also be armed, a sapphire blue Kimber
micro-9 in the pocket of my sports coat.

Pierre drove us in the Mercedes and we parked in the no-parking zone in
front of the Italian restaurant that the Hawker used as an office. I swear
to god that the man had seen the Godfather a dozen times and thought of
himself in that same light. He had no clue that anybody of any importance
in the city thought the man a fool. Ruthless, yes, and dangerous, but still
a fool.

"Can I help you," a goon at the door said as we approached.

"I'm here to see him," I said and continued toward the door. The man
stepped in front of me. He found the Desert Eagle in his face before he
could blink. I moved gently past him, my arm draped across Archer's
shoulders, and through the front door. Ten feet inside the building two
other men approached me.

"Remy, what can I do for you," a seemingly genial Jacques asked.

"I'm here to see Vince."

"Aahhh Remy, you know he hates that name."

"I don't really give a shit what Vince likes or doesn't like Jacques, you
know that.

"Weapons," he asked.

"Always."

"Ya gotta hand em over," the second guy said. I gave him a withering
look. I was one of the few men allowed to be armed in the Hawker's place of
work. Once, some years before they had tried to disarm me. It went badly
for them.

"Who's the new idiot Jacques," I asked, looking the man in the
eyes. Jacques turned to the man.

"Go tell the Hawker that Mr. Fortner is here to see him." That man didn't
move so Jacques repeated himself with emphasis and the fool left.

"How are you doing Pierre, good to see you," Jacques said, turning his
charm on my man. Pierre gave him a slight nod, his eyes continuing to scan
the room for any threats. There were 1 or 2 minor things but nothing that
Pierre and I couldn't handle.

"I see you found the errant child," Jacques said referring to Archer. "You
seem to have a penchant for collecting castaways." I chose not to answer
and a moment later we were ushered into a back office where the Hawker sat
behind a large desk. He looked us over without saying a word.

"Hello Vincent," I said with a smile knowing full well how much the man
hated his name.

"I don't suppose you're here to return this little shit for brains."  I
shook my head. "I further suppose that he's under your protection or some
such shit." I nodded my head. "I didn't know you liked your boys that young
Remy."

My voice turned to steel. "You're on very thin ice right now Vince. I'd
tread very lightly were I you." He stood up fast, knocking his chair over.

"Fuck you Remy," he screamed. "You don't come into my house and insult me
and threaten me. A week ago this little prick goddamned near killed one of
my boys and left another with a 6inch gash under his arm.  A month ago he
clipped one of my runners for 3 grand. I'm pretty sure he had something to
do with 3 bodies, death by knife by the way, that have turned up over the
past 5 months. That kid needs to swim with the fishes."

I should have shot Vince right then and there for using that line. The
threat itself was baseless.

"Thanks for your time Vince," I said and started for the door then stopped
as if caught in an afterthought. "You know, it just occurred to me Vincent,
that if Archer gets so much as even a sliver you won't see another
Sunday. Just a thought." And out the door we went, me towing Archer and
Pierre on my flank and the Hawker screaming obscenities after me. Three
minutes later we were pulling into traffic.

"That went well," Pierre said.

"Pretty much what I expected," I replied. "So," I said turning to Archer,
"What'd you do with the money?"  Turns out he'd given it all to one of the
missions that helped street people. He said he kept a hundred for himself.

"And the bodies that Vince mentioned?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"They deserved it." I nodded my head and said "okay." I didn't see any need
to pursue it. I didn't see the kid as a stone-cold killer. Besides, dead is
dead and they were dead.

"So, Pierre, we need to do some shopping for Archer," I said. "Let's start
with clothing."

Pierre took us to a popular shopping area that housed medium and high end
clothing lines so that we could peruse 3 or 4 different brands without
driving all over god's green earth. We proceeded to spend a fair amount of
money on everything from socks to a jacket. In the process, we picked up a
half dozen pair of jeans, plenty of t-shirts with logo's as well as some
button down shirts and semi-dress slacks. Of course there were the
obligatory dozen pair of underwear and I convinced the boy to go for briefs
so American Eagle was where we got them. Archer picked out a few pair of
bikini style underwear along with classic briefs and trunks. I was sure
that he'd look cute as all hell in them and I already knew how he'd look
out of them.

The next stop was shoes, 3 pair and then the Speedo shop where he picked
out a nice little emerald green garment. It was nearing lunch time so we
took time off to eat and after lunch I took him to the tailor that made
much of my clothing.

"Why do I need fancy pants," the boy asked.

"Because, among other things, you are going to learn to be a gentleman. We
will go out to upscale restaurants from time to time, museums, and other
places where jeans and t-shirt aren't acceptable." Archer still didn't
understand the why of it so I got down to eye level with him.

"You are no longer a street urchin. You belong to a wealthy family and
people of wealth have certain obligations that the less fortunate don't
have. People of wealth do things and go places that those of lower economic
status do not. So, while you are not expected to play that role all of the
time you will be required to from time to time. Do you understand Archer?"
The boy nodded his head.

"Thank you for explaining it to me Remy. It seems like most adults would
just tell me to shut up and do it."

"If you haven't discovered it yet, you will soon figure out that I am not
like any adults that have been in your life." He grinned.

"I know," and he hugged me tightly. "And I'm glad that you aren't."

"What kind of toys do you like Archer? We should get you some things to
play with." He gave me a bit of a blank look.

"I don't know Remy. I've never had toys." As difficult as that was to
believe, I did believe him. I doubted that he'd had much opportunity to be
a little boy. I vowed to change that.

"Well, there isn't any rush in that department Archer, we'll figure it out
as we go but let me ask you this. Have you ever ridden a bicycle and do you
want one?" That earned me a grin and a vigorous head nod. So, from there I
had Pierre take us to a bike shop. I didn't know shit about bikes but a
salesman helped the boy pick out a fancy one. Archer insisted that I get
one too so we could together sometimes and while I was resistant at first I
capitulated and got an equally fancy bike. Pierre was successful in
resisting the urge. The bikes would be assembled and delivered later the
next day.

Back at the house some 2 hours later I went up to Archer's room with him
while he tore the tags off his new clothes and got them situated in his
closet. "I kind of wanted to wear my new sexy underwear Remy," he told me,
referring to his new bikini briefs.

"There's nothing stopping you Archer." He went on to explain that it seemed
a waste to only wear the ones he had on for a few hours and I explained
that it didn't matter. "Sure, I wouldn't want to you to go through your
entire wardrobe in a day and I wouldn't want you to change out your clothes
2 or 3 times a day but once in a while it's okay." He smiled and hugged me.

"You're the best Remy. Wait here while I go change then I'll show them to
you." I elected to indulge the boy and sat in one of his arm chairs while
he went back into his closet to change. A moment later he came back into
the bedroom dressed only in a pair of bright red and very skimpy underwear.

"How do I look Remy," he asked as he walked toward me, acting a little
seductively in the process.

"Good enough to eat," I responded and I wasn't lying.

"What parts would you eat," he asked coyly.

"Any part that would fit in my mouth," I responded quickly. Archer stopped
a few feet from me, his legs apart and his boy bulge prominent in the small
patch of cloth.

"Do I make you hard," he said softly. "Does your cock get hard when you see
me like this?" At that the boy slipped a hand down the backside of the
briefs and cupped a butt cheek while his other hand cupped his crotch from
outside the underwear.

"Yes you do, very much so." Archer came forward, stepped between my legs
then sat on one thigh.

"Does it make you hard being barely dressed for me sweet boy?" He nodded
his head and I reached forward with one hand and rubbed his back while the
other hand rubbed his chest and down onto his belly.

"I'm glad that it makes you hard baby but let's see if that is true." That
said my hand went down between his legs and cupped his tender young cock
and balls just as he had done only moments before. He wasn't hard so his
boy parts were all soft and squishy, a feeling I loved just as much as when
he was hard.

"I love it when you touch me there Remy," he said. "I didn't like it when
men touched me but I love it when you do it." I felt Archer stiffen up
under my ministrations and I managed to hook a thumb around his stiff
little cock while my finger could continue to manipulate his balls, still
through the cloth of his briefs.

"Take it out Remy," the boy said in a husky voice, "let my boner out and
take my balls out too." He didn't say "take my underpants off" so I simply
pulled the cloth to one side and freed up his rampant cocklet and his
smooth little boy balls. I used a thumb and forefinger to stroke his cock,
sliding the foreskin back and forth over the swollen head and again, my
finger gently fondled his balls. I seriously would never have thought that
I would get such pleasure playing with a smooth preteen boy but there I
was, doing exactly that, with a full on raging hard on in my pants.

On that thought, Archer reached down and found my hard cock and felt me up
through two layers of clothing. "I want to see your cock, I want to feel on
your naked cock Remy," he panted. "Take your cock out for me Remy." I
started to get up but he stopped me. "Just open your pants a little bit to
let it out." I had a bit of an idea where this might be going so I did as
the boy requested, opening my pants then tugging down the front of my
underwear to take my cock and my sac out for him. The boy took hold of it
and stroked me a few times while purring at how big and strong and hard it
was. He then leaned down and placed his mouth against mine and we started
kissing. It started out as little kisses but soon segued into open mouth
tongue probing kisses that also resulted in lots of moans and groan from
both of us.

"Can you fuck me like this Remy, with our clothes still in place?"

"Yes, I can do that, but regardless of how we do it we're going to need
lube. Would you run into my room and get it and the clean up towel from the
night stand?" The boy got up and trotted out of the room, the pouch of his
briefs still pulled to the side and his boy stuff in the wind. I took a
moment to slide my clothing down a little bit in order to relieve the
pressure on my balls. A moment later Archer came back, his stiff dick in
the same place as it had been when he left.

I sort of understood the feelings he might be having and that is the
partially clothed, partially exposed thing. I didn't do that as an adult
but I remember plenty of times as a boy that I'd walk around my room in my
underwear with my cock sticking out the top or through the fly hole, or my
balls hanging out the leg of my briefs or the pouch pulled to the side just
like Archer was doing right then.

The boy came straight to the chair, the bottle of lube opened and being
poured into his other hand. He quickly slathered my cock then climbed into
the chair and straddled my lap. He reached behind himself and pulled the
crotch of his underwear away from his hole and proceed to sit. I held my
cock upright for the boy and once the head touched his puckered little
muscle I felt the dampness right away and knew that he'd lubed his hole
before he came back into the room. Archer began to wiggle around a bit
while adding more weight to the endeavor and it didn't take long before the
muscle gave way and allowed me to penetrate his compact little body. Of
course it was in accompaniment to a grunting noise. As I expected, Archer
didn't wait for his asshole to adjust to my cock, he just started lowering
his body onto it.

The expression on the young boys' face was almost beatific as my cock
stretched his hole and filled his bowels. The feeling on my cock, the
situation itself, and Archer's facial expression all conspired to send
waves of pleasure through my body. Archer finally settled onto my lap, my
cock buried as deeply inside of his body as the position would allow. He
draped his arms across my shoulders, leaned in and gave me a little peck on
the mouth then started to move.

Archer was as hot a little minx as any boy I'd ever been with and as
stated, the youngest. What he lacked in age he more than made up for in
enthusiasm, energy, and experience. I fully realized that the boy loved
sex, he just didn't like it forced on him. I knew that even though Archer
most likely would have hated the opening moves of his sexual encounters, he
eventually would be fully into them. Like he had said, boners weren't
always wanted but once you got one it was almost impossible to leave it
alone and even though you might love the feelings that were ripping through
your body, you could still hate to person or the situation that started it.

Archer began rising and falling on my cock. His dark eyes looked into mine
until a wave of feeling shot through his body at which time they closed as
if he were savoring the feelings, as if having his eyes open would somehow
cause the feelings to evaporate although not before he savored them. He
began moaning softly to himself as he fucked me, going from up and down to
a rocking motion as if riding a hobby horse.

"Goddamn I love this so much Remy," Archer groaned then kissed me on the
mouth, holding me in place as he pressed his mouth against mine and his
tongue moved forward to do battle with mine. I cupped the boy's deliciously
firm little butt, reveling in the feeling of the globes and the pressure on
my cock and against my mouth. Not for the first, nor the last, time I
thought about how lucky I was to have found this boy.

Archer continued to move, changing out his directions and motion. His
facial expressions reflected his chasing the sensation, finding it and then
losing it, then chasing it again. His moans became louder and more frequent
as did the dialog.

"So good Remy, so good."  "Oh for Christ's sake that was intense." "I need
to cum Remy, I need to cum." I had fully expected the boy to ask me to take
him to his bed and fuck him good and hard but that didn't happen. All of a
sudden he cried out and his asshole constricted against my cock and his
body began vibrating and shaking like a dog shitting razor blades.

"Aaiiieeeee," he screamed out like a little girl, his high pitched voice
almost piercing. How could I not cum from all of that intensity? A second
later I was pulling his ass to me and bucking my hips up off the chair to
meet his thrusts and dump 7 jets of sperm into his body. I swear that I saw
stars, so intense was my orgasm.

After a bit more noise, a bit more bumping and grinding, things slowed down
and Archer finally came to a stop. The little boy was panting like a race
horse, taking in huge gulps of oxygen, and I wasn't exactly composed in my
demeanor either. Archer finally just let his body relax against mine, chest
to chest, his head resting on my shoulder facing away from me. I wrapped my
arms around his compact little body accepting the warmth of him against me
as well as the warmth radiating into my arms. I let an arm move up and the
hand ruffle gently in his thick mop of curls then turned my head and kissed
him on the temple which earned me a sigh and a tightening of his arms
around my neck.

"Can I tell you something Remy," he asked in his soft, little boy voice and
not the commanding voice of a boy twice his years.

"Of course you can sweet boy; you can always tell me anything," I
whispered. It took Archer a moment before he went on

"I think I love you Remy. I know, we've only known each other for less than
a week and I'm just a little boy." I felt a tear well up in the corner of
one eye then start a slow journey down my cheek. "Maybe it's just because
you're the nicest person I ever met, and you're so good to me and you don't
expect anything back. I don't have an answer I just know how I feel and it
feels really good, in fact it feels great." I was quiet for a moment,
needing to assimilate what he'd said.

"I feel it too Archer," I told him in a soft voice. "I don't have an answer
either but I'll willing to keep feeling this way because it feels very good
to me too." Archer leaned back enough to look me in the eyes again, saw my
tear then leaned forward and ever so gently licked it off my face then
kissed me gently and let his body rest against mine again. I could feel my
cock shrinking out of his butt and I knew that when it did my sperm was
going to pour out onto my balls, my clothing and the chair.

"I'm going to pick you up baby," I said, "I'll need you to hold my pants up
so I can move you to the bathroom to get a towel under before my cock comes
out." After some maneuvering we made it to the bathroom and took a quick
shower, accomplishing what we needed to. Archer still needed to change his
underwear because of lube and cum but it wasn't a big deal. But before he
put clothes on he raised his arms so I picked him up and of course he
snuggled into me, head on my shoulder. I sort of rocked him like the child
that he was and got contented sighs in return.

"I love you holding me Remy." I told him that was great because I loved
holding him as well. It brought a sense of calm to me, a sense of being
complete, of my life being complete. I felt my heart swell with, maybe
love, I didn't know and I didn't care except for one thing. It made me feel
good. I honestly felt like I had a sense of purpose.

From that point, we began living our lives together. I found someone to
test Archer's academic level and discovered that the boy was very bright,
had an IQ in the 145 area which was close enough to mine to call it
even. His reading and math levels were higher than his age level and I
wondered about that. Turns out as a street kid, having to deal with money
and other math related things had taught him more than the basics. There
had been a few women in his life that had taken him under their wings and
taught him to read and once he'd gotten the bug there was no stopping the
boy.

A tutor was found and even though he chafed at the restraints on his time
Archer soon learned that not being a street kid that had to hustle all day
every day just to stay alive gave him a great deal of unoccupied
time. Thus, he settled into a school type routine for 6 hours each day. In
less than 3 months he would attending a private school. I chose private
over public for a variety of reasons but mostly because I wanted him to be
around others kids of well to do families.

On Archer's free time we did as many things together as possible and riding
bikes was a favorite for both of us.

Archer slept with me most nights. There were those times when he didn't but
for the most part we woke up each morning next to each other. Part of his
reasoning was that he'd been alone much of his life. He'd slept alone
almost continuously since the woman he called "mother" had disappeared 6
months after they moved to Paris. Another part of it was the affection and
closeness of another human being, again, not something he'd had a lot of.

Sex with Archer continued to be amazing and again, it was a daily
occurrence and some days occurrences. Aside from being seemingly horny the
little boy was also creative and at times daring. I was sitting with him on
a bench one day in a park after we'd fed the ducks. Archer, in his quest to
be in physical contact with me as much as possible, was sitting between my
legs and leaning back against me, not unlike many a boy with his
daddy. He'd been wearing his jacket but the weather had warmed and he had
it draped across his lap and easily covering the basketball shorts he was
wearing. My hands were under the jacket loosely wrapped around his little
waist and were also hidden by the jacket.

"Put your hand under the leg and feel my cock Remy," the boy whispered,
having turned his head around as much as he could. I did as he asked, my
actions completely hidden by the jacket, and found his naked cock. The
little shit was going commando.

"Huh? I muttered and the boy giggled.

"I took em off in the bathroom," he said, "just in case." I cupped and
fondled his soft boy parts and naturally one of them didn't stay soft for
very long. Once I got him fully hard Archer whispered to me to jack him
off. "Make me cum Remy."

I proceeded to do as he asked; jack him off. I worked his foreskin back and
forth over his swollen cock head which earned me plenty moans. Using just
my thumb and index finger allowed me to curl the rest of my fingers under
his balls so I was fondling the small eggs while I stroked him. More moans
and groans. Archer had one arm under the jacket so that it was tented up
nicely and thus hiding the movement going under it. His other arm was out
and went backwards to rub my head. You could tell from the expressions on
the pedestrian's passing by that they thought that was might cute; a little
boy showing his affection to his father. If they only fucking knew.

"I'm close Remy, work me faster hold it tighter," he groaned when nobody
was close enough to hear him. I was working his cocklet pretty good already
and it wasn't but 20 seconds later that his body stiffened then vibrated as
his orgasm wracked his little body. Fortunately there wasn't anybody close
by so the sounds that he made were only for our ears, although anybody
within 5 feet would have heard him.

I continued to fondle the boy but did stop jacking his boner as I knew the
head would be way to sensitive to him to be silent. It took a good minute
before he did anything. I had taken my hands from his lap so he turned his
whole body around and hugged me tightly and kissed me deeply. Passersby by,
once again, looked on us with heartfelt happiness, locking into our
happiness.

In bed that night we talked about it and it wouldn't do but what Archer
wanted me to fuck him good and hard, on his back like a boy is supposed to
be properly fucked. After a boner raising shower I had him face down on my
bed with his ass in the air and licking his hole as if it were the best
meal on earth.

"Oh fuck Remy I love it when you lick my pussy and under my balls like
that. It's so, so good and just makes me want your cock in my hole even
more. After a thorough rimming I picked up the lube where it lay on the
bed, slathered a finger and slipped it up Archer's asshole. He was lying
face down on the bed with his legs spread and when I entered him the boy
moved backwards and more onto his knees but still low with his knees spread
apart.

"Jesus Christ Remy finger fuck my pussy good," he said in a voice husky
with lust. Archer's head kept him balance and both hands went behind him to
cup his cheeks and pull them open even further that they were. I managed to
maneuver my body so that I could finger him and lick his balls which earned
me even more moans and groans.

"Lift one leg Archer," I commanded. He had to leg go a butt cheek to do it
but he managed and got on my back under him, captured his raging boner with
my mouth. The boy raised his body even more then put his knee back on the
bed and began to fuck my mouth as I finger fucked his boy pussy. He issued
forth a litany of feeling words with plenty of description of body
parts. Archer finally called a halt to it.

"I need your cock in my ass right fucking now Remy," he said as he pulled
his cock and then his hole away from me. I started to move but he told me
to stay there then he turned, back to me, swung a leg over my body so that
he was straddling me. He grabbed my cock and held it up and then moved his
body back and lowered it. I could easily see his puckered little hole,
slimy from the lube that had been on my finger and then it was blocked by
my swollen cock head. I watched as he put his weight against it and finally
the muscle giving way to let me inside.

It was hot seeing the penetration from that angle, watching the muscle open
and then the hole spread to accommodate my thick shaft as the boy put his
weight on it. I watched as inch after inch disappeared inside his compact
little body until the only thing visible was the small patch of my pubic
hair.

Archer had convinced me to go back to grooming my crotch, something I had
not done for some time as there wasn't any real need. I kept my bush
trimmed down to the size of a 13 year old boy, the lengths trimmed as well,
kept everything from the base of my balls to my asshole shaved as smooth as
Archer's.

"God I love your smooth shaved balls Remy," he had cooed after the job was
done. "Do mine feel like that to you?" Of course they did and of course I
told him so to which he replied, "good."

One he was completely seated, Archer began to fuck me and again, it was hot
as hell to watch. Leaning forward with his hands placed on my knees, the
young boy rose and fell on me, moved his tender little ass from side to
side and essentially working my cock like a joy stick, which, I guess it
was sort of. At one point he'd reached up between my legs and worked his
fingers under my sac and began fondling my balls as he fucked me.

He changed positions and sat upright then used his knees to rise and fall
on my cock. He also used a grinding motion, moving to and fro. All the
while he was cooing, moaning, gasping and talking. Archer finally stopped.

"Can we get me on my side so you can fuck me Remy?" I said that we could
and we did. I held him tightly and tipped him sideways then he draped his
top leg backwards over mine. Archer liked me to fuck him that way from time
to time because I would hold him in my arms as I fucked him. It added
another layer to the closeness he felt when he could be cuddled and fucked
at the same time. I draped my top arm over his side and held his chest as I
began driving my cock in and out of him. Sometimes during such a bout I
would move my arm so that my hand could fondle his boy parts, play with his
balls or stroke his nail hard cocklet.

I fucked the hot little youngling good and hard, driving my thick hard cock
in and out of him. It was fortunate that I had the length to fuck him from
behind like that and have it be good for both of us because the average man
doesn't. sometimes when I fucked Archer from that position I would end up
putting him face down flat on the bed. Other times I might move my lower
body so that my legs were draped across on leg so that I was perpendicular
to his body. In any of those cases Archer got thoroughly fucked and was
able to cum.

Both of us finally cummed, me flooding Archer's ass with sperm while the
rest of his compact little body was flooded with dopamine. Afterwards we
lay, still hooked together, just snuggling and cuddling as we came down off
our high.

"I love this so much Remy," he cooed, "I love being held and fucked. I love
you Remy. I love you fucking me, you're the best Remy." For my part I would
coo to Archer as well.

"You're so tight baby boy. God I love fucking you, I love fucking your
tight little boy asshole. God you've got such a delicious boy pussy
Archer. I love fucking your little boy pussy. I love having you be my fuck
bitch. Christ you're a hot little slut of a boy my sweet thing."

 I didn't use demeaning terms with him very often but at times it felt
right, at times it enhanced the session for both of us. My feelings were
that sex should be mutual, that sex should be loving and caring. I felt
that those terms tended toward abuse and the darling little boy attached to
my body had experienced enough of that in his short life. He didn't need
more of it. But, as we all know, sometimes the time is right for such
things. That would be especially true when we role played. Sometimes Archer
wanted to be taken, almost but not quite raped. To that end he would put up
a token struggle against me but it was all in fun. Except at those rare
times when he was being punished, such as how this chapter began. Although
as we shall see, even those times would segue from intense anger to intense
pleasure for the boy.

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