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dude, you leave me hanging!!!

Never heard her before, I confess - I was a small kid when she started hating LGBT people. What do I think? Death is the biggest democracy in this world, it picks everyone up when it's time! And when it knocks to my door? Let me hope it doesn't find me at home! Seriously, I'm generally against hate speech, so, if there's any after-death soul's life, I just hope she reunites with my biological father - they should be same age as well. I just hope that they both take the chance to reflect on their hatred-filled souls. I have too many good things to live for, rather than expressing my resentment or "celebrating" someone's death. She'll not be missed, that's certain; but then? I just let her go, and want to focus on present and future! The world is experiencing a global crisis (and Trump is just one element) so I do my best, giving my 2 cents at work and in life, to improve what we have now, from the progressive side. Of course we need to reunite ourselves again, as older generation was in 1970-80s (damn AIDS who ruined everything and made ultra-conservatives laugh). We should overcome internal divisions, see Alice Weidel, the leader of far-right German movement, who's a 45-years-old lesbian woman, partnered to a lady from Sri Lanka and 2 adopted kids. And her party's philosophy would like to see homosexuals dead... We MUST stop polarizing and look around each other, to understand what's wrong, and take steps. Any steps. Do I say "more oxygen in this world after Bryant's departure"? YES; would I celebrate with a bottle of wine? NO, because sooner or later someone will celebrate my departure and -at least- whenever I go, I want my conscience to be clean. I even helped my biological dad when he had to die, to bring him to a hospice to leave this world peacefully, so... Unfortunately sometimes bad examples appear, they're the ones who teach us how NOT to become.

any chaser needs a gifter like that one!

Happy you're back, hope you continue it soon! Meanwhile let's stay in touch

A good rim before a good fuck is the best way to take a virgin hole! (personal experience as well) - and my "experience" is standing right here next to me... Then? Taking both virginity and poz status in one go? Even better!

Yeah, I enjoy it too, please go on with this one! When life goes on, writing becomes complicated. It's like love. It needs passion and if you're turned off, better to take a pause sometimes! I have finished mine after months as well, and it'll be the last one here on Breeding Zone as, due to American new politicians, who knows about this site. Btw let me say, let's enjoy it till we can

Massages, kisses, foreplay, that's what I love in a possible pozzing session!

Continue this! Curious about where it goes.

Go on with this story, make it develop a good open relationship and emotional trust/poz bond between characters

OUR STATUS, OUR STATE EPILOGUE Freedom Bugdom, spring 2051 and beyond Scotty's perspective I spent months locked into Miller family's cellar;"for your safety", they said. After all what I suffered when President rubbered me from head to toe I hoped time for pain were finally up but how wrong I was! They disinfected, washed and treated all my wounds and burns, with Adrian telling me I would have become his poz son in a short while and, overall, I discovered that my biological parents were still alive and caring about me. "Judgment day has come", Adrian announced one Saturday morning. "Let's see what happened!" I read about HIV and poz life in the books I stole from Miller family's kitchen once I went to visit Elias, and knowing how Adrian played with me while I was Bella, I was sure it happened. But the surprise came when he scanned my mouth with the sensor he called "HIV test": just one single miserable line showed up. "What does it mean?", I asked, "is it what I think?" "Negative", both Elias's parents and mine seemed relieved by the news. "Nothing is lost, Scotty! It means just one thing." They showed me a kit similar to mine, but it had two lines instead. "It's Eli's", Sharon talked proudly. "Destiny wanted you to be his first." "Let's call it that way", my mother Alex smiled and the whole family followed. What were they laughing for! "Girls, cut it out!" Adrian cooled their excitement, pointing his finger against me: "Scott is in our debt. Isn't it right, little scamp?" I sighed, my face turning red. "The ... The books", I was almost sobbing. "Please don't punish me, I swear it, I wanted to give them back but then..." "Shut up, son", my father ran to a medium-sized vault in the back of the cellar and returned with three books. Their cover was a little ruined by fire, but their content was intact. "Damn to you, Donald", Adrian gasped, then hugged dad tight. "What does this mean?" "That books have always been there, I kept them safe", Alex talked. "Donald was hired to burn every sex education material but he saved the books, bringing them to me." I had no fault, and the whole family hugged me. "Stay comfortable, boy, go upstairs! Your cousin, no, boyfriend, is waiting for you." ----- Elias's perspective Horny. I learnt that word's meaning on myself! Since my father unlocked my organ and took my hole once again, I needed to play with myself more and more. No one came to judge me, no President's ceremonies or stuff, my parents said Greg Arvil died but I couldn't prove otherwise. I just believed them and enjoyed a freedom I had no longer to hide, without trouble or responsibilities! Everything changed the morning my parents shoved a strange tool into my mouth: "we test you", they said, and when two lines appeared, I remembered the frame hanging in dad's bedroom with my mother's conversion memories. "Now you aren't just a man", dad hugged me tight. "You're a gifter! And your boy is..." He handed me another test, with one single line. "You have to gift Scotty, did you understand me?" "But I never..." He covered my lips with a finger: "men don't whine! Men are responsible. Show me you're worthy of my virus. Look at yourself, you're already hard down there. Hurry up, into my room and I'll tell Scotty to come over." I stared at him in silence: just learned that my best friend was my cousin, and school programs I followed, taught me that having sex with family members was illegal and immoral. "Don't be fool", my father laughed; "who gave you HIV on this Earth? Me! Have I ever been arrested for this?" "You're a cop..." My face on fire, I didn't find any more excuses to hide my fear. "And if it gets soft?" I pointed at my organ, no longer hard as before. "All these boys with performance anxiety! We've all been there", dad smiled at my aunt and Alex winked back. "That's why brothers, sisters and cousins exist", she comforted me. "Now go, and spread your gift!" "Before you all disappear I have an announcement", Sharon stood up and spoke. "No, two." "First of all, I'm pregnant again. Now I'm expecting a girl, Gifter Adri's father for the second time." We all looked at her, her belly was not so evident yet. "And second, it's the most difficult to talk about..." She held my father's hand tight, and he responded squeezing his fingers around her. "I am, I was, President Arvil's biological daughter. It's me preventing him from mutating our HIV to a very lethal weapon, it's me who allowed our virus to talk, to help us, to save our sex freedom despite Greg. Now I'm the European Union president, I inherited all the asshole's money. And Scotty is..." "...Scott is the last negative guy remaining in this world", my dad continued; "at least until Sharon gives birth to her daughter. But no accidents this time, understood?"

AUTHOR NOTE: despite "Number One" robot is woman-shaped, there is NO sex scene about Greg and her. She just welcomes his frustration. OUR STATUS, OUR STATE Chapter 10. Inevitable reckoning Bugdom, January 20th, 2051. Greg's perspective. "NUMBER ONE", I shouted while sitting on my bed, naked; "COME HERE! QUICKLY!" Some seconds passed and a woman-shaped robot entered my room; "Here I am, Master! Always available to satisfy your needs." number one's breasts bounced in front of my eyes and I remained motionless, my hands unable to move towards her. She attempted all she was programmed for, to get my member hard but nothing worked! She also projected some sexy images on the screen in front of my bed but it failed again, my penis remained hanging, useless and soft, between my legs, now lined with wrinkles. "It's been this way since new year began", I complained; "after I performed my usual fireworks show." "Did you ever forget the pills?", said Number One, "you know you need them to keep your libido alive." I violently pushed her against the wall: "ME? Are you calling me an old fool? You'd better go and call Number Two! That asshole gave me no news about the mission. He just disappeared." "You reset all of us to chores mode", she reminded me. "You then instructed him to reach Bugdom and bring Scotty together with his neg friend. Remember, master?" "Yes and as they don't come over, I'll take care of it by myself. Now go", I replied nervously; "prepare a strong coffee for me then immediately clean all the shit outside." "Already did", she protested but I ignored her. It was me sending my slave away to entrap the other HIV negative human left, hoping to make both of them my future soldiers but now I feared something went definitely wrong. ---- Elias's perspective Yet another night under sleeping pills effect had passed, and I finally woke up feeling two strong arms hugging me from behind. "Leave me", I implored, still half unconscious. "Don't hurt me..." I felt a man's hands caressing my back and turned my head, just to see dad's caring smile. "Welcome back to this world, love", he whispered and kissed my neck softly. "Feel better, don't you?" "Worse", I said; "last night I didn't hear bad voices but I felt... Oh, I feel sweaty. Cold but sweaty." "We've all been there", my father rubbed my forehead with his hand; "you're actually very very warm. I have some meds for you, this is called conversion fever." "I had a dream", I whispered, "that Scotty was here in bed with me and I was playing with him, like you did with me. And that metal cage hurts! Unbearable pain!" Without talking further, dad pulled the covers off me and rolled me on my back. "Time to free you", and with that he took a key from a drawer. Finally my organ was no longer wrapped in metal but it showed any sign of life. "Where's mama", I asked. "I want her near me. It's a horrible flu!" "You're no longer a kid", dad grinned at me; "this is the rite of passage from childhood to manhood, leave your mother in peace for now." Without warning he rolled me on my side again and shoved a finger up my back door. "Ouch", I protested but he licked his lips and pressed on my neck with his free hand. "Nice swollen glands", he smiled, "and what a warm sensation inside of you! You're making me hard, son!" "I feel like... Like a wall hit me! Please I want to sleep!" "No way", was dad's answer;he took a bottle from his nightstand and spread a greasy substance all over his organ. "An exception because it's you", he said, "otherwise I would have liked to enter you dry. Without this treatment you won't recover!" ------ Father's perspective After letting Donald take Scotty downstairs in the cellar, I went back to my son in bed and actually found him shivering, soaked in sweat. "Eli! My hope, my blood, my soul", I talked into his ear and shook him softly to wake him up. I was so worried for him, anything could happen anytime, with President Greg around. He finally opened his eyes and I held him tight, comforting him; "No longer bad voices", he told me, and it was a good sign. HIV did no longer feel scared of their new host but it was too complex to explain it to Elias. It happened with his mother, and with other folks right after: having sex with a feverish converting chaser was the best reward for any gifter and this one was more than special! I ignored his initial protest and, soon after unlocking his own dick from chastity cage, I lubed mine and entered him from behind. His smooth, sweaty, warm and trembling body was all I needed in that moment, I made love to him like it were the last time. Slow but firm thrusts inside his feverish hole which responded to any stimulation. Poor Elias had a cough too, but it didn't prevent him from moaning aloud! "I won't last long", I warned him. "It's so hot having pozzed you! Recharging you my son!" He wasn't verbal at all, his gaze focused somewhere else! Just when I felt his body tensing I understood what was happening, and touched his member which became harder and harder every time I pushed inside him. "Here it is", I panted in my pre-orgasm bliss. Let's shoot together, son!" We both exploded in unison, his very first young poz load painting the bed sheet. "Such a waste", I thought, observing rope after rope of his seed spraying out; "I'll never lock you again, it's a promise!" Exhausted, we remained in each other's arms for a while, with Elias turning around and accepting my deep kisses. He was mine now, and President could have said what he wanted. War was no longer a chance for my boy! Not in Greg's army, at least. ---- Greg's perspective "What's happening to me", I talked to the mirror. "I'm 100 years old but it's the first time I see my body transforming this way! Even AIDS didn't destroy me." "Time to face your life, Gray", a voice told me, but I couldn't intercept where it came from. "Greg", I corrected the mysterious creature's speech; "you stupid bugged robot, you even fail to say my name." "Gray", it repeated in a laugh. "You even forgot your favorite character! Dorian Gray..." Could it be like this, was I turning into a fake man from a novel? I wanted Dorian's life but without that cursed portrait becoming old in the place of me. Tears began falling from my eyes and I rested both my hands on the mirror, as if it were my only support. "This moment had to come, sooner or later! I know you better than any of your poor unlucky artificial slaves because I've been with you since 1980s or even before." It couldn't be the mirror, I received it as a present after European State won the war in 2035, after I literally canceled my eternal enemy countries from the face of this Earth. "I don't want to die", I said, "not now! Not when I'm so close to my best success!" "Did you really think I could obey you all life long? Did you seriously assume I let you destroy the world's best values? Time to pay your dues, Greg Arvil!" "Who the fuck are you", I yelled; "who sends you here? God? The Devil?" I got no answer, so I turned around and ran out, till I reached the usual place of my ceremonies. The stage was still there, with no damage! But I noticed a surprise: sun was shining, after years of atomic mushroom clouds up in the sky. "Oh, the sky is clean and it won't be for long", I sighed, and grabbed the usual microphone. It worked, and all light were on, indicating everything was set so my voice could be heard across the world. "I'm talking to the whole Europe now", I screamed, my arms spread in pride. I felt weaker and weaker but I didn't care. I couldn't, care. Not now. "This could be my final day, I feel it, today's blue sky is a signal. You all hear me?" Cheering sounds came from all electronic speakers surrounding me, even without people around they were needed to increase my self-esteem and show all sceptics that I was always the favorite president of all times. "This could be my last decision", I said, "but in my vault I keep about 10 trillion Euro. They could become yours, men and women of this world, if you bring some specific people to me. Adrian Miller with his whole family! And my slave!Scott! Together with that timewaster of my robot Number Two. Understood? They hide in Bugdom." Silence. No more cheers, not even booing, no reactions on the screen from Bugdom listeners. Interaction in my social media platform seemed suddenly dead. I extracted a remote control from my trousers pocket, I always keep it safe there ready for use. "SAY GOODBYE TO THE SUN AGAIN!", I exclaimed, and pressed a red huge button. It was matter of some minutes and a nuclear explosion would have destroyed all Bugdom town. Click, click, once, twice, it looked like something was not going as planned. Ten minutes passed and finally a large drone stopped over my head, count-down was broadcasted through speakers. I stood there, waiting. Five! Four! Three! "My final moments, our final moments", I screamed at the microphone. "I did it for the world's good!" When the countdown announced ZERO, I felt a sudden pain in my belly. Surprisingly it wasn't any atom bomb to explode, but a strong case of the runs. The worst I ever had in life. I couldn't make any move, even squeezing my butt caused the attack to worsen. I felt like I could drown into my own filth. "Am I a great actor?", a voice asked, the same lecturing me at the mirror some time before. "I just used a swan as my private plane", it continued, "I couldn't miss this moment! Nuclear weapons system is unrecoverably damaged. Look at yourself now, warmongers deserve to drown in their own shit." "Rescue me", I begged with my last remnants of energy. "could the world forgive me!" "I could have killed you in the 80s with AIDS, but I admired you and wanted to give you a second chance. You proved me wrong though, such a fail! Could the world forgive me instead!" EPILOGUE coming

bringing this up for folks who didn't see it before. Some pain as first chapters (page 1 and 2) were written when I still was in my abusive relationship but know what? Who cares at this point.

Author's note: Sex comes in the next part. I have to reunite all dots, first. OUR STATUS, OUR STATE CHAPTER 9 Already too late? Bugdom, 2051. ANother year over HIV's perspective: What a disaster! I felt so useless. Another year had slipped away without me being able to do shit; killing Greg's son made the self-claimed "president" even angrier and, worse than anything, young Elias seemed to be scared of me. "I hear voices", the boy told his father, and Adrian gave him sleeping pills then returned to his Bella living doll, only sex toy available. Needless to say, without consenting poz sex in the house, life became boring and flat. If only Adrian could know the truth! I counted on Greg's defeat sooner or later, but even after resetting all his robots based army, he always felt he was the stronger man in the planet. Could I reveal Bella's identity to Adrian, or Sharon? It was too risky, with Elias unaware of his own real powers I couldn't! I was keeping biggest secrets than that and I wanted the world truly safe before taking any step forward. It was better to be a quiet observer from everyone's blood stream and I took my own decision. "I feel completely worn out, father", I confided in Adrian one sunny morning. "Turn me into undetectable please, let me sleep!" "WHAT?" he stood up and yelled; "don't you dare say that, you naughty virus! The best has yet to come!" "You're responsible for all this mess, you asshole human! The day you voted! And if you don't remember, I do! Of course I do because that day you decided the end of humanity and left me completely alone to repair the damages." "With millions of poz people choosing Greg, it was democracy", he interrupted me. "You can't blame me. Blame yourself not to have prevented it from happening." "You now regret what I told you for years, remember 2024 when Greg started screaming? What did we say then?" "I voted for President Greg Arvil", Adrian was talking resigned to the inevitable. "Because he promised to maintain sex freedom for HIV positive people, he wanted us to be upfront about our status. Who could even guess that..." "That he confined us? I was in his blood stream much much before than I reached yours, so, get me undetectable or I'll reveal everything to Elias! About Sharon, Bella, you, and about the fluid lady. You know what I mean." "Undetectable? Forget it," Adrian challenged me defiantly. "In this shitty world, there's nothing left to lose. We're all going to die in a way or another." "I warn you, it's time to face the consequences of your actions. I have nothing to lose either, so, let's do what we can, to die together in peace. Deal?" ------ Father's perspective. I woke up with a terrible headache, after yet another night playing with Bella. What a strange doll, its insides were too similar to human beings. Its hole's taste, appearance and smell, I had to clean it internally at least twice a day because most times it was disgusting to play with. And it even moaned like a human, although I didn't manage to get a word from its mouth. It even ate like a human, Sharon said, but feeding it was her duty, for me it was just a sex toy. The only entertainment left to me. On the other hand, my son was a disappointment: I always kept him to sleep through pills as he spoke and screamed all the time, no way to have sex with him any longer. "I feel dirty, I hear voices, my hole hurts" were all his reasons and I let his mother take care of him. HIV was my only living being I could talk to, until that morning when they asked me to get them undetectable. "No way", I said, "you're my only hope. The only weapon I have to fight the world's creatures outside." What's left of me, I thought looking at myself in the mirror; I may feel time passing, I'm becoming older and older each day. But while I was standing in the bathroom crying on my own misery, Sharon suddenly opened the door and shook my shoulders abruptly. "Gifter!" she demanded, her voice rising. "I need you in our bedroom. Be quick!" She didn't give me time to ask any question, grabbing my wrist firmly and guiding me to my master bedroom. I remained at the door, shocked by the scene presenting under my eyes. "I came over to check Elias", she whispered in my ear, "and I surprised them like this..." One of Greg's robots, Number Two, was lying in the middle of my bed, awake, between Elias and Bella who were deeply asleep instead; their face visible, bodies well hidden under my thickest blanket. My service pistol was lying on the table nearby, safely holstered and I reached for it. "You worthless robot", I screamed holding my weapon in hand; "just a couple bullets and all your circuits will be destroyed! Leave my boys alone!" Oh, damn, I said boys. I looked at Bella, then Elias; how could I define Bella a boy! Instinct talked, it was evident. "Don't arrest them", I begged, "I'm a cop like you..." "I'm not afraid of your gun", Number Two laughed and got out of bed, hiding its hands behind its back. "I'm not here to harm." It showed me its hands and pushed two of its fingers into my mouth simultaneously; fuck, it was clearly using them for some sex activities. "Taste these converting sluts", it said; "don't you remember old times, man? You're missing your boys' fuck flu!" Definitely it hit my pride: I fucked Eli and Bella, but now this bot was enjoying their conversion? I breathed deep, reliving my old times as a profiler, when serial killers did their best to trigger me and find my vulnerable points. Focusing on anything else mostly worked, and I made my move towards that ambiguous servant of President's. "Dude, your voice seems familiar to me", I whispered. "You called me when someone attempted to Greg's life." It high-fived me and surprisingly I felt a warm hand! Despite artificial voice and rigid movements due to metal skeleton, it was an ordinary, sexy, human skin-to-skin touch. "Fuck number two", he clearly said, gesturing Sharon out of the room. "I'm Donald. And I'm his father", he pointed his finger on Bella who was still asleep. He then pulled out the covers and I couldn't believe in what I saw: no trace of Bella any longer, I was looking at a young guy's sweaty, irritated skin, greasy of medicine-smelling cream. Donald slowly and cautiously rolled him on his back and then I noticed he had his penis locked, as well as my Elias but my shock exploded as soon as I looked him into his eyes. "SCOTT", I yelled, not caring to wake him and Elias up; "little troublemaker!" I got close to him to grab his hands and sit him up, but Donald stopped me: "that nasty rubber mask burned him, he's in pain. Leave him alone, let HIV do their job on him." "I... I feel...", Scott tentatively spoke, but every word was an effort for him. "Feel melting. A candle! Scared..." "Don't talk", Donald sat on the bed's edge next to him. "Dad's here for you." "Dad? You really mean that..." Donald and Scott had upset me so much that I couldn't bring myself to look at my own son, who was lying to the other side of the bed, still drugged by sleeping meds I gave him. "Call Mama", Scott attempted to speak again and Donald took my arm, guiding me out of the room, letting Sharon taking my place to look after the boys. "Donald! Bastard! Two and two brings four", I shouted when we both were out of my room. "Scott calls mama and Sharon comes in? Tell me when you had sex with her, filthy pig!" "Never", he said nonchalantly. "Can't deny I would like to, but she's determined to be faithful to her gifter. And thank our HIV if we're safe now. If it weren't for our virus..." "A pozzed up robot", I let go a desperate laugh; "Make me escape from this world!" "My gifter lives in your cellar", he pushed me down the stairs till we reached the metal door. Is he an ally, is he a trap, before opening the cellar door I had to be certain because everything seemed at the least weird. "Yeah", he proudly smiled this time. "Scott's your nephew, and Alexandra is my..." "You haven't ever to call her name", I squeezed his wrist tightly, sure I couldn't break any bone there. All metal inside him. "Not since when you started to work for Greg!" "Stupid human", he hugged me; "I have always worked for you since I was much younger, almost a kid", he said. "When you asked me to be bait for on line minors' sex predators. It was our deal when I dated Alex still in high school, before the war..." I couldn't speak. I had just to remain silent, my hands over the cellar's handle. "You taught me to be a good undercover agent, and it's been like this for 30 years. I'm a grown-up, boss! I'm no longer the bait for sex offenders. I'm the bait for dictators! Nice upgrade,isn't it?" I broke down in tears, collapsing down on my knees. "I assumed you died under nuclear explosions", I sobbed on his shoulder; "I thought I had lost my best co-worker, and now having you here in this state... so tell me what happened." "I exposed myself to enemies to let you rescue Sharon", he started to explain; "I was sure about what I was doing because I was wearing an anti-radiation armour. They kidnapped Alexandra you remember..." Of course I remembered back in 2032, when my sister Alex, after recovering from an almost deadly cervical cancer, identified herself from woman to genderfluid and her female organs permanent loss was no longer a problem; but then she was arrested by the "morality police" created by President Greg. Every person not identified by man or woman, or having ambiguous names such as "Alex", had to be locked in prisons or in military labs, to be used for science experiments. "I was seriously injured", Donald continued. "And with my last energy I have accepted to be treated in that lab where they replaced bones with metal and electronic circuits." "Painful", was the only word I managed to say; "but Alex is sterile, since long time, how could you..." "You know the Web", Donald smiled at me. "Old times, but the only chance to save humans." I shook my head, what the fuck was he saying! "I mean the Women Egg Bank", Donald explained. "She didn't share her decision with family but when she was diagnosed with a malignant cancer she offered her egg cells to the Women Egg Bank to freeze them for the future. She felt bad times would come, and damn if she was right." "But Scott, and you..." "I'm Sperminator", he smiled mischievously at me. "Never had the chance to experiment real human sex but my seed has been used for most Greg's soldiers. And Scott, he was artificially conceived and grew up in an artificial incubator till Greg gave him to the ones Scott considered as his parents. By the way, now the circle closed!" "HIV", I insisted. "You avoided that detail." "Blood slam", I explained; "feeling we were in danger, I asked Alexandra to poz me after she told me how you pozzed her at hospital. You're basically my second-degree gifter, besides my boss. But until Greg's alive, we can not come out as a real family and claim European state as ours." To be continued. Author's note #2 For Alexandra's back plot go back to We Have To Talk story.

Gifted I'm gifted, with no doubt ☣️☣️☣️☣️ but I won't share my gift 🔥 Btw, I left this one in stand-by after last November outcome but I have archived a couple more chapters to end it properly. Spoiler: Master Greg who regrets to have dressed Scotty as doll Bella and wants him back, but now Scott is Adrian's? The "alpha male only" philosophy Greg wants, goes against him because he has no material to masturbate with, any more. And his 100 years old penis (and heart) are starting to give up. Thinking to be the absolute winner, master Greg wants to rape all bugdom's residents but then... [self-censorship] Encourage me to go on!