they had all this dirty talk and I remember one video with this huge giant of a guy who kept saying this outrageous stuff to the smaller guy and it was…I started seeing myself differently after that.”
“But finding guys who shared your kinks was hard.” I stroked over his lips as he nodded. “You see something so good online and then you can’t find anyone to play with. It’s frustrating. When you fantasize, how is your Dom playing with your little thingy?”
The word made him tense, but the way his pupils widened and the way he licked his lips said he liked it. “I…he…Sometimes he ignores it completely?”
He paused, probably realizing it came out sounding more like a question than an answer.
Taking another deep breath, he leaned into my touch before his gaze seemed to drop to my chest. I had a feeling it was all he could do at the moment, so I didn’t say anything. “Sometimes my Dom would ignore it completely. Sometimes he calls it…names that other people might think are mean. But it’s not mean. Well, it’s not mean to me.”
Leaning closer, I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Some things just check all the right boxes for us and turn us on. There’s not always rhyme or reason to it and sometimes it’s just a way to take pride in being different.”
Archer peeked up at me, finally making eye contact again. “I like being different. I just don’t want to share that side of me with just anyone.”
Nodding, I caressed his cheek. “Someone you trust or sometimes it's just someone that feels right at the moment. But it should be private. I’ll never tell anyone what we do unless it's something we’ve already agreed on.”
“That’s why we have limits.” He nuzzled against my hand and I could see his tension easing away. “What do you like, Sir?”
It was one of the first things he’d felt comfortable asking, so I made sure I answered it as thoroughly as I could. “I like control and dirty talk and combining both of those together.”
That had a giggle escaping from Archer as I kept going.
“I don’t mind bottoming with a guy, but I’m generally pulled more toward topping or at the very least topping from the bottom.” I grinned when Archer giggled. Shrugging, I gave him a “who, me?” kind of smile. “I’m not the best at being submissive in anything.”
Archer shrugged back. “I’ve never topped, so it’s fine with me.”
“Did you want to? I mean, is that something that you want to try?” He seemed to have to think about it for a while before he shrugged again.
“I don’t know. I mean, I think I’m probably big enough to hit a guy’s prostate and make it pleasurable, but it's not how I see myself. Does that make sense?” He looked like he was worried he’d given me the wrong answer.
“First, yes it makes sense. Second, there are never right or wrong answers to anything I ask.” He gave me a sheepish smile like I’d hit the nail on the head with that one. “And third, if using you for my pleasure weren’t about your dick or you controlling anything, then what would you think about technically topping?”
And I meant topping in the vaguest sense possible, but I wasn’t going to tell him that just yet.
He licked his lips, and I saw his cock jerk, leaking a bit of precum. “That might be interesting to try as long as you won’t get frustrated if I don’t like topping.”
I nodded. “I won’t get frustrated no matter what you don’t like. There are always other ways to play and to let you submit.” I smiled and teased his lips with my finger. “There are countless ways to make you feel like a dirty slut.”
When he shivered, I chuckled. “That’s one of the things I love…making sure you know that I see what kind of naughty boy you are inside. You might act all sweet and innocent, but there’s a wicked side that needs to be used to feel wanted.”
He nodded slowly. “If you really like me, you’ll call me names…most people don’t get it.”
“I do.” I leaned over and kissed him. “I know just how to make a dirty little slut feel wanted.”
His body tensed under my touch and I knew he was thinking about disobeying. “No. Don’t even think about it. You’re already getting one punishment. Don’t make it two.”