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Not offended, but I prefer to call it my ass / his ass! Or hole, at the most.

VPN cannot be a solution for this. Not permanent at least, it's temporary. Yes if we can we use it, but it means, go out of the window when the door is locked - when we all should do our best to fight that lock. Sorry, I'm in a hurry now, but if you follow EFF (Electronic Frontier Foundation) there are many, many good articles on the subject.

Problem is that this topic (privacy-violating minor protection) is not treated with the attention it deserves. Content creators, forum, communities and social networks... This kind of regulation won't defend minors from predators. They'll bring predators in places where minors are (it already happens). I'm hearing a lot of protest against Meta and X's moderation rules changes, many folks exiting from there; but no one seems worried (in the mass, at least) about verification age because it would mean publicly admitting to view porn - no matter if, in the end, those dystopic rules will affect everything, not just porn. They even would judge an HIV prevention related association, as an "adult-only" site, leaving 14, 15, 16 years old vulnerable teens alone. And all of this is because no one wants responsibility on education, any longer. They want, hope, that politicians decide in their place. I have even seen a person continuously "playing" with their smartphone while I was explaining the importance of digital education publicly. Were them a teacher, a cop, a parent, who knows? But it was the "pot calling kettle black" effect. I'm expecting more and more obscure scenarios, at least regarding freedom to talk about sex in appropriate Internet places. And an increase of sex offenders and romance scams, in traditional platforms which are no longer moderated. - One of my stories plot becoming real... And we cannot even discussing it in the usual politics diatribe "right or left" because we have dozens of politicians thinking that way, in any direction and color.

When an author loves to leave readers hanging!

Best news, we both know what we're talking about, my sweet boy!

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