The smut room

So last night my manager and I got together for a “boys Saturday” we started drinking, talking shit and just watching TV. Well i ended up staying at his place because he said I definitely was not gonna drink and drive… He said I could take the sofa… I have been dying for an opportunity like this, to see if

Straight guy at work.

(I was trying to figure out what to write in the caption and then I remembered this story I found on the Internet, that is just perfect for it. Enjoy!)

The Texan by Fidelis

“You get that cute cowboy ass of yours moving. We don’t have all day. Come on, move it!”

“GGMMOUCH!GGGMMFUCKMMRU?”

“Stop your whining and move. Yeah, this is far enough. It’s nice and private, isn’t it, cowboy? Just the two of us. Together at last.”

The cowboy stud’s moaning and groaning was starting to irritate. He liked to strut around and preen, pretending that he was a big macho man, but I knew better now. It had only taken me a couple of minutes to wrestle him to the ground, strip him of his jacket and shirt and rope him like a heifer going to market. A couple of punches to the gut had left him sniveling like a baby robbed of its candy. I had torn off his bandanna and stuffed it between his teeth. It looked a lot better there than around his neck, though it didn’t cut off all of his bitching. I spun him around and slammed him into the wall.

“MMMMOOOOPPPHHH!”

“Down on your knees, big boy. It’s about time you found out who is in charge here.”

I dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders, enjoying listening to him whine as I slowly pushed him down to his knees, pushing his face against the wall as I did so. I was enjoying humiliating this braggart. He thought that he was such hot stuff, a big old super stud. He was hot, I had to admit that, but he really needed to be brought down a few pegs, and I had decided that I was going to be the one doing. I was sick and tired of him flaunting his incredibly sexy body around, as if he was God’s gift to the world. Once I was finished with him, he wasn’t going to be quite so cocky.

“Look at me, big boy. I want to see that pretty face of yours.”

He resisted, struggling against me as I slowly turned him around, no easy task since he was still on his knees. I got a kick seeing him straining his prodigious muscles, fighting against me and at the same time trying to get loose from the ropes that I had wound around his handsome body. I chuckled, thinking how between his thighs must be pulling against his cock and balls. I was here for a good time – I didn’t give a hoot whether or not he enjoyed himself.

Once I had him turned so that he was facing me, I grabbed his head and pushed his face into my swollen crotch. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a preview of what he was going to experience. Shit, the fucker had but butted me in the crotch with his head. He was going to regret that. I put a foot in his chest and sent him sprawling. I licked my lips, trying not to drool as I looked at my cowboy prize. Man, but those boots of his looked so sexy on him. I had plans for those boots, but that would later. First things first. It was time for some psychological breaking down. As I told him some of the things that I had in store for him, his eyes widened. He started cursing through his bandanna gag, and began against the ropes even more frantically. I congratulated myself on using that coarse brown rope to immobilize his bulging biceps. I imagined that it was might uncomfortable, chafing his skin and digging into his muscles as he flexed them. Geez, this guy was an idiot. Did he really think that he could break those ropes? He was a really hot number, but this just confirmed the fact that he didn’t have much going on upstairs.

“Can’t get free, can you, big boy? The big butch cowboy is all roped up and helpless, isn’t he? Ah, poor baby. Don’t cry.”

“GGMMGONNNAMMWHUPMMRASSMMUWUSS.”

“I’m a wuss, am I? Gee, I’m not the one lying there, am I? What do you have to say to that? It seems like you aren’t quite the macho stud that you thought you were.”

My taunting was getting to him, I could see that. With a muffled roar he struggled to his feet, wincing in pain as the ropes between his thighs pulled tight. The idiot tried to charge me. I laughed as I stepped out of his way, sticking out one of my feet. I tripped him, and he went down with a crash. I pounced on him, with another length of rope in my hands, thick coarse yellow rope. I pinned him between my knees as I wrapped that rope around his legs, from mid-thigh all the way down to his ankles. I got hard as rock as I finished the job, tying his ankles, pulling tight on the rope so that I could see into dig into his boots. Oh shit, yeah, he was going to have a completely different view of his boots once I was done with him. This cowboy and his boots were going to have an intimate relationship. But that would be later….

“OK, how about I make a deal with you? If you can get yourself loose, in say….30 minutes, I’ll let you go free. If you can’t – your ass is mine.”

I sat down and prepared to watch the entertainment. I was stroking and rubbing myself through my jeans as I watched the big braggart rolling around on the floor, grunting and groaning as he fought to free himself. The dummy had finally realized that he had a better chance of escaping if he managed to undo some of the knots, and it was a joy to see him trying to get his fingers around the ropes. I could see that his hands were already starting to turn red – his fingers must be getting stiff and a little swollen by now. I knew that he didn’t have a chance in hell of untying himself, but being able to watch him struggle like this was an opportunity that I couldn’t pass up.“

"OK, stud, your 30 minutes is up, but I’ll give you one more chance. I’ll give you another 30 minutes, but this time you’ll have a little additional rope to work with. I think that’s a fair deal, don’t you?”

He grunted in pain as I wrapped rope around his booted ankles and dragging his feet up, tying them to the rope around his chest. His body was arched; every muscle in his body must have been pulling and burning by now. I could barely control myself as I sat down to watch the second round. He puffed and panted as he tried to get loose, but now that he was even further immobilized there little that he could do. He yelled into his gag, frantic with frustration as he realized how hopeless his predicament was. I kept on calling out the time, letting him as each minute passed.

“OK, asshole. Your time is up and your ass is grass. Time for me to be the bull and you to be the heifer.”

I removed the hog-tie and then untied his legs. I had to swallow my saliva as I looked down at that tight jeans-clad ass, which was just waiting for me. We were going to have a swell time.

I looked up from my knees as the boy fumbled with his belt and the zipper on his jeans. The whiteness of his Calvin Klein briefs seemed to glow in the darkness. I slowly rubbed his growing cock through the fabric. Do you think we are safe here, Gavin asked. Yeah I think so, I said without fully believing it. I didn’t really care. I just wanted that boys cock in my mouth. We could hear the others way down the beach at the bonfire. I was hoping no one would come this way. I pulled the front of Gavin’s underwear down. His perfect penis bounced out and slapped my lips. I licked the head of it causing him to shiver and moan. I swirled my tongue all over the head of his penis. The taste and aroma of teen boy filled my sense. My cock was raging. My tongue followed the thick veiny shat of his cock to his balls. I had to slid my hand down the inside of his jeans and slip them down. The boy was now leaning against a car with his ass and cock completely exposed. Gavin moaned loudly and freely as I sucked on his hairless sweaty balls. My thumb and fingers tweaking his penis the whole time. Pre cum was bubbling from the athletic blond lacrosse player as his girlfriend was somewhere down the beach. Ohh…God…this is what I wanted, he mumbled as I sucked sideways up and down his cock shaft. It’s what I wanted to. The first time I saw him in the locker room I wanted his cock. I even swiped one of his jockstraps after a game. I sniffed and sucked in it till it was worn out. But now I was sucking him. Ohh…coach suck the head again, he whispered. My lips stretched over the head of his boy cock. I plunged down till my lips were at the base of his cock and it was in my throat. I could feel his heartbeat in my mouth as I sucked him. Ohh…fuck….I’m… Sperm exploded in huge thick gobs. His cum flooded my mouth and throat! Creamy and sweet I gulped his boy ball juice. I wanted all of it.

Gavin leaned on the car breathing heavy as I finished draining his balls and licking his penis clean of any missed sperm. Gavin zipped up and thanked me as he headed back to the rest of the guys.

I stood in the dark adjusting myself when Brandon stepped out of the darkness. 15 minutes later I was swallowing his cum load.

There is tremendous diversity of PERVERSIONS within this list. Some tumblrs are devoted to practices that even I am repelled by such as SCATTING and NAZISM, the actual HARMING of OTHERS, or FORCING PEOPLE to do THINGS AGAINST THEIR WILL, Many tumblrs speak of DEMONS as if the bloggers actually SOJOURNED in PERSON with them. Many of these writers display a very basic, even childish, understanding of the various SPIRITUAL LAYERS that constitute this REALITY. And this is all fine. The important thing is that for the very first time after centuries of FEAR and SPIRITUAL OPPRESSION and SUPPRESSION, PEOPLE are ACTIVELY EXPLORING AVENUES of SPIRITUALITY other than the various CANONS of MAINSTREAM RELIGION. This is happening ALSO within the LIGHT-BASED spiritual practices: you see an increased interest in various forms of BUDDHISM, PAGANISM, GODDESS WORSHIP, NATURE WORSHIP, etc. I am not saying that many of these practices both in the DARK and in the LIGHT are not SPIRITUAL POISONS and PLACEBOS AS WELL, but again: THE IMPORTANT THING IS THE EXPRESSION OF OUR SPIRITUAL NATURES.

In OUR CASE, the RISE of SODOMIC, PRIAPIC and SATANIC PRACTICES is a clear example of a much necessary SPIRITUAL and SEXUAL REBELLIOUSNESS. As we MATURE, these practices will become MORE REFINED, DEEPER in MEANING. We will explore the limits and possibilities of PLEASURE and POWER as we awaken to our DIVINITY, to our condition as CREATORS. ANY and EVERY KIND of WORLD YOU CAN IMAGINE CAN IMMEDIATELY COME ALIVE. SUCH IS OUR POWER as FRACTALS OF GOD. The AWAKENING of SUCH POWER cannot occur if we DO NOT GROW SPIRITUALLY and TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR OUR ACTS, for OUR CREATIONS. MUCH of the SUFFERING in this CURRENT REALITY is the DIRECT or INDIRECT RESULT of the IRRESPONSIBLE ACTIONS of VARIOUS CREATOR GODS. IT IS TIME TO GROW UP.

I too am included in that list…and I’m NOT ashamed of that!!!

I do feel saddened and much sorrow in some of the content of a few of the other bloggers - for when evil is a weapon against other humans, and human suffering is unleashed - this is not something I, nor do I believe, any God can condone!!!