Musical Asses Fiction

[Jamie85]

I made my clinic visit and let them take the samples.  I sat quietly through the requisite speeches and tried to answer questions appropriately.  How do you explain to a doctor in a way he'll understand that you enjoy being fucked, especially when a guy pumps his cum into your ass?

I found myself in a small exam room with a doctor who was younger than me who, once he made sure that we were alone and wouldn't be interrupted, started talking to me in a rather blunt manner.  He laid out the risks I was taking and the consequences of them in rather graphic detail.  I took deep breaths and counted to a hundred and ten during the whole lecture. 

I'm still not sure if he or I either one knew why he told me what he did, but I'm sure it was because of his desire to keep people alive and as healthy as they can be.  He did make an impression on me and I decided to see if my insurance would cover the meds he recommended and was ready to prescribe.  The down side of the conversation became evident on the long trip home.  I had decided I didn't want to be positive but I had put myself in that position so many times and probably was by now.  I wanted, no, had to be fucked raw and take the cum.  It was an imperative to me.  How the hell was I going to make those two ends meet?  If I was already positive, then the subject was moot.  I either let possible partners know or keep quiet and let the breeders take their chance.  Or, I go on the meds and reduce the chances and keep taking any load offered. 

I hated that what seemed like the best decision was now in the hands of people that I didn't know and had nothing invested in me.  The doctor told me I'd be notified shortly.  The bottom line amounted to negative or positive, I was intent on continuing to be a cum dump.  Without knowing just why, I enjoyed the position, place of having a man, any man, putting his cock into my ass and fucking me until he dumps his cum inside me.  I wanted to be used in just that manner.  I wanted to be a ready hole for any male that wanted to release his cum. 

I was on my computer when I got a text from the host.  There was a number for me to call.  Shortly I was talking to someone that explained I was recommended to him to help him to set up a sexual situation he had wanted to play out for some time.  He wanted to video a male, tied to the bed, blindfolded, gagged and helpless and let them be used by several anonymous men in whatever manner they wished.  I asked a few pointed questions.  I told him that I was interested in being fucked, but pain or other situations was out.  He quickly explained that all he wanted to set up was one or two men at a time using a helplessly bound male and that once the guy and/or his partner finished, another situation would move in to continue the situation.  I asked how long did he intend this to go on?  His answer amounted to a ten to twelve hour setup.  I told him that I would agree to it on one condition.

"What's that?" he asked. 

"No condoms.  I want them all bare and each man who fucks me must leave his cum inside me."

Friday night found me meeting someone that I didn't know other than the fact I had been given his number by the host.  We met and went to a motel.  I waited in the car while he went in.  Shortly afterwards, we were in the back side of the motel, ground floor with a bit of parking and access from the street.  Shortly I was showered, lubed, blindfolded then was led to the bed.  He arranged the pillows and placed me over it.  I bristled with anticipation as I felt him putting what sounded like velcro straps on my wrists and ankles.  I struggled a bit but didn't have much movement available.  Since I wasn't gagged, I asked how many men he had lined up.  He admitted that he didn't know but he had gotten nearly seventy responses to the ad and knew five were going to attend for sure.  The rest he didn't know about. 

I heard a bit of shuffling then it got quiet.  It took a bit but I heard the door open.  I tensed up in anticipation.  I heard a bit of quiet conversation that ended with, "Alright."

A guy pressed his cock against my anus and slid in instead of popping.  He pushed completely into me then started a rapid thrusting in and out.  He didn't last long.  It was obvious when he came.  He climbed off and I heard him dress and the door open and close quickly afterward.

Again I heard the door open.  This time there was no conversation.  The new guy climbed up on the bed and slipped his cock into my ass.  My sense was his cock wasn't large or thick, just average, but as with the first guy, the new guy fucked like a rabbit.  The instant he came I could tell as much.  Also as with the first guy, after he came he climbed off, and I heard the door close.  I was crossed up at that point.  I would have readily accepted either of these guys without the restraints.  They got to cum and I got it where I wanted it. 

What I wasn't prepared for was the next several hours.  I know what time I met this mysterious person and roughly what time he secured me to the bed.  I was sweating under the blindfold despite the room temperature.  I had lost count of how many cocks I had been taken and used by.  It was north of ten I know.  At one point I felt someone probing my ass, press something in that I first thought was a sex toy, then it burned a bit.  I got light headed and, shortly, horny as hell with my heart rate climbing.  I know for a fact that I got rapidly fucked by at least three guys after that event.  It was straight to the point fuck the fag sex.  As soon as one shot his load in me, the next guy took his place and rabbit fucked me.  The third guy took his place a few minutes later just as quickly as the second had. 

After that, I was somewhat frustrated for the longest period I can't name.  I was horny as hell but there was no one fucking me.  I heard the door squeak open and my heart pounded its way into my head.

"My favorite," I heard a baritone voice declare, "A tied up white boy." 

Hearing that comment made me suppose I was about to be used by a black male.  For some reason I assumed into the stereotype that suddenly came true.  I felt the bed moving first then the head of his cock against my asshole.  Unlike the rest, and despite the amount of cum that was lubing my hole, it hurt a bit as the head of his cock pressed relentlessly into me.  My anal cavity burned as he continued invading my ass.  I found myself holding my breath until he hit bottom and held there.  What the hell had I gotten myself into?

This was the largest cock I could ever remember having taken.  It was thicker and, while not quite as long, was bumping my second ring.  He started slowly by pulling nearly completely out leaving just the head inside me, then pressing slowly back into me.  I was in pain and trying to beg him to please slow down and be more careful against the gag.  He apparently took what he heard as, "Fuck me harder!"  He did just that.  His thrusting built and continued.  I found myself snapping my fingers for the poppers out of habit.  That didn't happen.  I was going to have to endure this fucking without them. 

For several minutes he relentlessly fucked me, slowing momentarily, then coming to a brief but complete stop, only to slowly build back the pace.  stopped his stroking then, slowly began again.  His pace was slow for about five minutes by my estimation then he picked up his pace to the same rapid, full stroke in and out.  Thankfully I had finally loosened up and began to enjoy his intrusion into my ass.  It could have been five minutes or twenty minutes, I didn't know but he slowed again, I hoped he was about to cum.  Same as before, he slowed his pace, stopped for a moment, then started the same pattern of slowly stroking in and out then the pace slowly resumed.  I didn't realize at the time, but he had already cum twice.  I figured this out when he reenacted that same scenario the third time.  When his pelvis met my ass and his cock was completely inside my ass, I suddenly realized that he had already pumped me full of cum the two other times.  That was why his invasion had become so pleasurable so quickly.  I suddenly enjoyed the hell out of his organ and the way it felt inside me as his hands clinched my hips.  I had felt empty on several occasions when a top would pull his cock out of me but this was somehow different.  I felt more empty than I had ever felt and my scrotum felt warm for several moments before I realized his cum was oozing out of my wrecked hole.

After he left three more guys used my abused hole for their gratification.  The three guys were honestly almost anticlimactic as each man's cock was much smaller than that of the baritone-voiced man, but I recognized the signals that told me all three men had cum in my ass, which was, afterall, what I wanted.

I was almost sad when I heard my mysterious new host announce that everything was over.  He left me blindfolded and gagged but released the cuffs that kept me in place.  I remained blindfolded and gagged, naked and wrapped in a sheet as we left the motel.  I was pushed into the SUV and taken back to a spot near my car.  I was given my clothes after I removed the gag and blindfold and allowed to dress.  I wasn't sure how I felt about the ending of this encounter.  I was told that I would be sent the link to see the video of the night's encounters.

I was very puzzled on the trip home.

[Bttm2go]

Damn this keeps getting hotter.

[Jamie85]

It seems to me that if you let someone put his cock into your ass bare then you shouldn't complain if he leaves his cum inside you.

Me?  It's up to him.  I'll suck to swallow or, if he thinks my ass is pretty enough, I'll take his cock bare and he can either feed or breed me.  I do love hearing his breathing change and feeling his stroking increase as he's feeling the urge to cum.  It's still up to him.  I'll take the cum anywhere he wants to leave it but prefer it either in my mouth for me to swallow or as deep as possible inside my ass. 

It surprised me a week after my solo situation that I not only met Paul but let him spend the weekend with me.  Something had changed it seemed.  He was the horniest bastard I had ever seen him be.  That's why I let him stay for the entire weekend.  He did share a beer or so every so often, but he was insatiable.  He seemed intent on having me either sucking his cock and having me swallow his cum or bending me over and leaving me well fucked and bred every couple hours.  I was wondering if he had gotten a prescription for Viagra and abused the hell out of it the way he kept up with me.  It nagged at the back of my mind that he might be trying to lure me away from the breeding parties but I knew he was far smarter than that.  He surely knew that I had to have more anonymous cock and cum.  Surprisingly, the subject of my status was never discussed.

Two weeks later, mid-week, I received a text from the host.  He wanted to set up an extended breeding party, starting on a Friday evening and extending into Saturday as far as the tops would appear and attend.  His question to me amounted to was I available and would I be willing to be the sole bottom for the session.  I texted back asking if status was known or part of this breeding set.  The answer was short.  "Does it matter?"

I responded by simply asking "What time?"

I had questions when I arrived but kept them to myself.  It was clear I was indeed the only bottom as I arrived.  There were a number of vehicles in the parking lot so I was intrigued.  It looked to me that it would be a constant gangbang for the first part of the evening. 

The preliminaries were over quickly.  I stripped in the bottom's room and was met by one attendant who blindfolded me, led me to the fucking bench and quickly secured me.  What surprised me was he immediately mounted me himself and fucked for several minutes.  What a way to start.  I snapped for poppers and was met with, "You'll get your poppers when I get through."  I knew who my popper friend was now.  I begged him to breed me, give me what I wanted.  It was still several minutes away but I was finally awarded with his animalistic grunting and his clinching my hips as he plunged into my ass and held there for a minute or more.  He stroked in and out slowly afterwards then pulled out. 

 "There," he said, "you're lubed up."

I was surprised that I didn't feel anything warm on my scrotum, so I assumed that he had either used a condom or simply didn't shoot a large load.  I found myself wondering if this was actually part of the intended party tonight or if he simply took advantage of the situation.  Either way, I wasn't going to complain.

I quickly learned that he had taken advantage of his position, and intended to keep it between the two of us.  The host announced that it was going to be a single bottom and, unfortunately for the tops, they would have to decide between themselves the order that they would be using me.  It was made clear to me, however, I was expected to be available to take cock and cum for the next twenty four hours, that I was to be at the beck and call of the tops.

In my estimate the first hour was the busiest.  I took, by my best guess, at least eight different cocks and, hopefully, that many loads of cum.  I was a happily accepted constant invasion of my ass.  I was kept full of various sized cocks and, apparently after having satisfied his lust, my friend was very prompt with the poppers.  I almost didn't have to snap.

I tried my best to keep count and did up till about number twenty two.  Surprisingly, I wasn't sore or hurting.  I was obviously being fucked bare and they were all cumming inside me.  My balls were kept warm by a continuous leak of seminal fluid.  Out of that strange corner of my mind, I wondered who cleaned this room and what did they think?

The number of cocks fucking me slowed considerably but the duration kicked up as the night slowed.  Instead of cock after cock fucking me, I was being steadily fucked by one guy for quite some time.  He came after an estimated half hour or so then was replaced by another cock that started a slow paced stroking that took several minutes to increase.  This newer cock slowly increased his pace but still took some time to even sound as though he was approaching his climax.  He finally slowed and plunged into me.  After he pulled out, I felt that, now familiar and happy feeling of warmth flowing onto my scrotum.  I knew he had finally cum.  He mumbled something that I didn't understand and the host told me that he wanted me to know that he had pleased himself three times and to thank me for it.  I had no idea what time it was, but I heard the door open again.  The host welcomed the additional tops and thanked them for making time for tonight's entertainment. 

The pace of my getting fucked picked up for a couple hours by my best guess.  Instead of just one cock in me for a long time, it was a virtual slideshow of cocks for the next couple hours at various intervals ranging from three to twenty minutes apiece.  I was loose as hell, my guts on fire and my balls covered with cum.  I was in ecstasy.  I had been hitting the poppers quite often but not for relief.  There hadn't been any cocks that were painfully obtrusive for the evening, so I had been enjoying myself up to that point.  The poppers kept me going but I was beginning to wear thin.  I didn't know what time it was but was still enjoying the sexual attention.  I was, at last, the sole hole in a gangbang, something that most gay men only dreamed of.   I noted that the number of cocks slowed again but the duration of the fucking went up again.  I settled my mind back to the neutral position and simply controlled my breathing to enjoy the sensations. 

The next several hours became a blur.  I drifted in and out, finding myself, on occasion, actually falling asleep while being fucked and wakened as the next guy slipped in.  For a while it got to where I was almost asleep and only waking as I heard the top about to cum.  I was puzzled at how that could be happening.  Was I that tired?   I vaguely remember taking cock after cock and each cock fit very comfortably inside my ass.  I do remember thinking I was feeling quite warm, and wondered why, but I knew I simply wanted more and more cock, more cum.  I wanted each man to leave his load in my ass.

More hours passed, and as the morning light arrived, the number of tops slowed and I began to recover from that warm, horny feeling that I suddenly recalled feeling during the last time I was whored out.  At some point I had been drugged and didn't know how.  It hadn't been unpleasant but unexpected.  I suddenly wanted that feeling again.  I was already unnaturally horny toward being fucked and bred but I found that I loved that warmth that increased that horniness.  I had to find out what had happened just as I felt another load of cum being pumped into me. 

Saturday evening arrived and I was somewhat oblivious to it.  I had gotten far too comfortable on the bench and, mentally, being a cum dump.  My only attachments to being human at that point was the vague feelings of hunger and thirst.  The host made drinks available to me after I was released and apologized at not having thought of it earlier.  I was strangely buzzed in a manner I didn't fully realize but felt myself coming down. 

The host told me that I had full run of the facilities for the night if I wished.  I declined telling him I wanted to go home.  He pronounced me not capable of leaving in my condition, but insisted someone would drive me home.  My head still wasn't straight after showering.  Normally, I would have attempted to leave as much cum inside me as possible, but in any event my balls and thighs were coated with cum, so I showered. 

 I was shocked to see that Paul had commanderered my keys and would drive me home.  The conversation on the way home was, to say the least, quite interesting.

[roguematrix]

love how this has all developed and can't wait for the final reveal

[CockFluidAddict]

I love that Paul has come around and is helping!  Than you Jamie85.  You are a fantastic author.

[Bttm2go]

I hope we find out what Paul said.

[Negasswhore]

Thank you for this story Jamie, it is very hot. I totally agree with others here, you are a good author.

[MackyJay]

Although I think this story is slightly drawn out it is still one of the hottest on here by far and one of my favorites for sure.

[Jamie85]

Good thing this thread is still here.  For some reason, my Word file just lost the last two weeks of entries.  I was looking for it so I could work on the finale.

 

And, Yea, Mackyjay, it is somewhat drawn out.  I actually intended the first entry to be the ONLY entry concerning this story.  Everyone cheered me on so I stretched it out.  Thank you all for your warm responses and encouragement. 

Edited August 1, 2015 by Jamie85

[Jamie85]

            I was puzzled and still somewhat incoherent on the way home.  I was familiar to being weed and alcohol buzzed, but I didn't know what was buzzing me still.  I wasn't incapacitated, just unfamiliar.

            I was following the conversation and kicking in, but not entirely sure I was understanding it all at first.  I learned that Paul had taken part in several of the breeding parties.  I wasn't sure how I had missed noticing his mannerisms.  Caught up in the moment I suppose as well as not expecting him to be there. 

            Seems his idea was the same as what he had suggested early on before introducing me to the host.  He liked the idea of my being fucked and bred bare.  He slowly admitted it was a tremendous turn on for him to get to see it happen.  He even more slowly admitted that he found himself somewhat jealous seeing me so willing to take cock that easily and willingly. 

            Still, he blatantly told me, he enjoyed getting to watch me getting fucked by men I couldn't see and readily accepting the fact that they were about to pump their cum into my ass. 

 

            He knew I was a potential cum-dump and loved the idea.  I was his ideal cum slut as he put it.  What had caused the problem was the session where the host announced later in the bottom's room was the fact that there was an HIV positive top involved in it.  The HIV part of it had never figured into the situation for Paul. 

            What shocked and wrecked him was my wanton descent into bug chasing.  Once exposed, I quickly accepted that I was probably positive and my wanting more bare cock and cum to the point that I was willing to accept any and all cocks and cum, positive or not.  He couldn't wrap his head around my mindset. 

 

            Looking back, I suppose I was a fatalistic, all or nothing sort at hearing that I had taken a load of cum from a known HIV positive top and over reacted.  I had the idea that, once I had been exposed, I was going to be pozzed.  I had mentally accepted the idea that I might as well take as many positive loads as negative loads since I was mentally posed to accept the worst.  I intended to try and make the best of it since I was potentially positive and simply accept any load of cum which, for whatever reason, seemed to sooth my mind.  If I was positive, what does it matter?  In hindsight, I should have thought about the regular breeding sessions.  Odd are odds, but the strangest things happen. 

 

            Paul still was the pivot here.  He set me up to the gang fuck situations because of his particular kink.  I was a very willing victim.  Scratch the word 'victim', I was a willing participant.  I wanted, liked, loved being fucked bare, raw, by multiple anonymous men and more than willing to take their cum without knowing anything about them.  He didn't figure his interest in me.  He had been there, seen and participated in fucking me.

            He had picked me back up after he had accepted the HIV situation.  He didn't care now.  It had been hit or miss while he sorted his mind out, but, finally, it was his interest in getting to watch me getting fucked and his getting to be the one to leave the final load in me. 

 

            Make no mistake, he still lets, 'makes' me attend the breeding parties, but he attends them also.  Sometimes I think I can tell that he's the one fucking me, but I don't let on that I can tell. 

 

            I just enjoy getting fucked and filled by all those other anonymous guys that he's possibly and probably seen and I will never see or know.  I just enjoy and hope to continue to be a ready bottom for these breeding parties.

 

 

          -30-

Edited August 1, 2015 by Jamie85

[roguematrix]

Great story and great ending. Good job

[bently67]

Very hot story. Loved it.

[CockFluidAddict]

I couldn't have asked for a better ending.  Thank you so much for continuing it as long as you did.

[CHELCBBTTM]

Great story. And while few of us pigs get to experience that joy of being a gangbang cumdump repeatedly, it's so easy to understand the evolution from safe only to a no loss refused hole. It's a trip I've taken myself and I now crave poz seed, as well.

Anyone in NYC want a no loads refused cumdump? Hit me up. I'll gladly take all you can give me.

[MackyJay]

Love this hot story a lot.  Anyone ever want to set me up to take load after load without knowing any of the status of the guys they arrange for me, let me know.  Am in Iowa so come and fill my ass with as many as want it.