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longing for more! We are out of our usual comfort zone where we love to write stories but we have a goal. We will have our mutual characters in fuck flu together. When evilqueerpig converts his, we convert ours. 🦠☣️

it's quite a revenge as Hunter does not believe in smart HIV's existence and he ends up being the cumdump of all undetectable and neg guys around. Let's see if PozCop wants Ian to go on PrEP to make him be active part of Hunter's NEGATIVE WASHING

Just a little anticipation on what's next: Ian wants PozCop to force Hunter to watch the two of them in action. Hunter must be degraded till he reveals the truth about his real pozzing, who Gifter Arty is. And yes, HIV virus smart strain could tell them everything but the virus wants to enjoy the whole scene too.

What are you doing to us? @ChaserKubby and this story's author - we get inspiration from every story we read. We're fantasizing about tattooing our story's character -the blind one- as he doesn't see he believes he has "love is love" on his chest and "PozCop" between his shoulders, but the real writing is "owned by: PozCop" on his chest and a biohazard covering his entire back.

This story is so good! The chaser being bred by his gifter, and his gifter's gifter. 🦠☣➕➕➕

FUCK! What a mistake! We said "Leaving room" instead of "living room" - maybe we were thinking about the characters who were leaving current place to go to another, we're sorry! We're quite tired and are longing for our vacation, we're LEAVING too.

Chapter 7 is coming! Hunter or PozCop? Ian has already made his choice, we think... ----- -Hunter Bent over, with my hands on the shower’s wall, I had nothing to do but submitting to Ryan’s will. I was overwhelmed by emotions and didn’t really know how to feel. Horniness, frustration, or whatever; my viral brother behind me washed my whole body, but with his dick locked in chastity he could do nothing sexual to me. “Almost done”, he announced; “now you’re clean but your fuck hole needs some more treatment.” He wore a thick, scratchy glove and rubbed my entire back, closer and closer to my ass: no water or soap to lubricate it, the texture felt rough just when it touched my skin. “A finger will be enough inside you”, he grinned at me; “and be grateful I haven’t used the alcoholic product to disinfect your insides.” “It burns a lot!” I complained, trying to push him away but the shower was small and I had no way to escape; his finger went deeper and deeper, twisting around every time I tried to protest. I stared at a sponge on the shelf in front of me and was tempted to bite it, at least I could better tolerate the pain Ryan was making me feel. “Bro, you’d better leave it there”, he suggested. “It’s our gifter’s. And if he finds your tooth marks on his sponge, you’ll be screwed! Consider an honor that he let us take a shower here in his bathroom and not downstairs in the cold basement.” When he finally withdrew from my hole, we both stepped out of the shower, immediately wrapping a towel to each other’s bodies and reached Gifter’s bedroom. “It seems he’s not back home yet”, Ryan commented looking around; “we can still take the chance and chill out a little, on the bed where he converted both of us. What do you think?” “Oh, yeah”, I replied laying down on the mattress, but my mind was still processing how things ended up with my boyfriend because of PozCop’s actions. That guy forced me to dump Ian with apparently no reasons, and I did nothing to prevent it! “I think someone is sad. What’s the matter, my brother?” Ryan surrounded my shoulders with one arm and pulled me close, kissing me tenderly on my lips. “I always feel comfortable here”, he said holding me tight; “Gifter hugged me like this when I was shivering and in pain during my fuck flu. We’re so lucky to have him in our lives!” “No, we aren’t”, I replied almost in tears. “Did you realize how he treats you? Locked, collared and who knows what else. He punished you for nothing, and meddles in my affairs with no permission from me.” “Hunter! Stop it! This man cares about us like no others, give him honor and respect because everything he does is for our own good!” Ryan broke the hug and got up, turning his back on me. “Listen, bro. Now I’m really fed up of your silly whining and especially of covering your ass; remember dude, I took the blame and let him lock me when you broke Gifter’s rules, so be thankful that I look after you and shut up!” “Your gifter should know...” I stopped talking, noticing I was getting in trouble with my own words. “Our gifter should know I wanted HIV to set me free and be a no load refused cumdump! I don’t give a shit about all that bullshit of talking virus, smart strain and so on.” He looked at me, clearly offended: “I got it! So, the story about you calling Gifter Arty during sex was true! If it’s like that, it’s better you continue with meds otherwise you pollute our strain, keep your stupidity for yourself!” I couldn’t hold his gaze so I remained there, staring at the ceiling; if Ryan did not say a word, Gifter Adri would never know the truth, unless we went to the clinic for a detailed laboratory investigation on my blood cells. “Unless our HIV rats us out to Gifter, no one will reveal your secret if you don’t. I’m officially your brother”, he smiled at me; “how could I out you in that way? Let’s make peace, come on!” “Why, did we ever argue?” I asked shaking his hand; some playful shoves rolling back and forth on the bed, then in no time Ryan and me were making out as before. Our so-called viral father had not to suspect anything about me! ------- -PozCop: Ian pulled his heavy suitcases out of his bedroom and left them in front of the entrance door; we had packed everything and I felt super-excited, my chaser number four was finally going to increase my conversion rate! “Gifter, and the piano?” he asked, “are we going to forget the most important thing for me?” An expensive looking music keyboard was resting on a tripod in the leaving room and I stood there, staring at it. “I know this one”, I smiled, “On YouTube I am following a pianist who shares a lot of videos using such a wonderful instrument! One day I’d like to know that guy in person. Would you mind playing a song for me, before leaving?” “What? Now? You have just said we are in a hurry!” “Fuck it”, I encouraged him gently touching his back. “Do you want my HIV? Sit at the piano and play for us! Let music flow directly from your heart so my virus can listen and appreciate you as their next host!” “Why do you treat it as a human being?” Ian smiled at me, then sat on his chair and started to play a song: Everybody hurts, by R.E.M., likely one of my favourite! I stood next to him, completely lost in feelings I never experienced before; I had to fight hard to contain myself as all I wanted was hugging him from behind, my heart was beating like crazy. This was chemistry, something growing inside me going beyond lust or sexual instinct. I was sure I could be more than his gifter, if he only wanted me in his life. “I will never let you go, my chaser”, I managed to say trying to hide my emotion. “And my HIV approves you so much! Come here, give a kiss to your gifter. I want your DNA in me!” “It’s mutual”, he answered jumping up from the chair; I noticed one of his shoes was untied but I said nothing, just letting him melt in my arms and enjoy our tongues invading each other’s mouths. That kiss may have lasted a minute, or an hour, or even a lifetime but no one of us wanted to break it, till I really couldn’t help myself and pulled his pants down to his ankles. “Hey man”, he said realizing his ass was exposed. “What on Earth are you doing?” “I want you”, I told him touching his already naked waist. “Let me in!” In less than a minute our clothes were all on the floor and I bent him over the piano he had just played shortly before; “I want to fuck you right here, chaser! Damn, I can’t resist you!” “Yeah, Gifter, poz me up good! Make me yours!” His words brought me back to reality: it was not appropriate to go further, my third chaser had recently overcame a very difficult fuck flu and I promised myself that I’d follow my rational thinking rather than my instinct when choosing who I could convert; then, I had to teach Ian how to take his sex desires under control and I wasn’t able to think about mine? “stay still”, I commanded, and ran to my backpack where I always kept an extra bottle of lube just in case; everything was at its place, so I took whatever I needed and went back behind him; I spread some lube around his hole while I inserted it inside using my fingers, then I covered my fuck tool with a condom. “He’ll certainly notice after I enter him”, I thought, “But it’s the only way to go for now”. “It feels cold!”, he exclaimed, “and smells good!” “Yeah”, I grinned, “it’s chocolate and mint. My favourite lube after poz cum, of course.” I gripped his hips with my hands holding him in place and lined my wrapped dick with his lubed entrance; I wanted him to feel every sensation, our warm naked bodies close together. I spent some more time teasing his hole, pushing back and forth but always slowly, till his little resistance finally subsided and in a few more thrusts I was balls deep in him. Despite the rubber his ass felt really tight, and so good! I was soon fucking hard like it was the last sex of my whole life, my heart beating together with his; lost in my desire, I started licking and gently biting his neck with my arms tightly wrapped around him; in that moment I was experiencing a sense I never felt before, the power you feel when another human being’s life depends only on you, an emotion that made me upset. Maybe serial killers experience the same power when assaulting their prey? Let’s hope not! “Your flesh and blood belong to me”, I whispered embracing him tighter. “You’re my own boy, you know it. Tell me what you want!” “Eat me”, he whimpered panting. “Make me fucking bleed! Taste my neg DNA!” He didn’t need to tell me twice; I continued licking and gently kissing his neck till I reached his shoulder, then I gave him a couple of firm, hard bites. Blood began to come out from the fresh wound and that drove me wild! Ian started to yelp, in a double sensation of pain and pleasure; the more I licked and sucked his bleeding shoulder, the more he tensed his muscles tightening his ass walls and squeezed my covered up member. “It hurts good, Gifter! Your tongue and lips are fire on me! Eat me some more!” I was tempted, but at the same time I did not want to seriously injure that wonderful guy permanently ruining his innocent flesh. “I’m getting close”, I warned him increasing my pounding rhythm. “Scream, chaser, make me cum again!” “Again?” He asked, almost breathless. “Give it to me, gifter! Fill me up, break that condom!” “Never! It’s resistant!” I said, with another powerful thrust into his sore ass. “Here it comes, worthless neg bitch!” I spanked him hard while unloading inside the rubber, then pulled out fast holding the condom firmly with two fingers; no drop had to be wasted! I closed it with a tight knot and placed it in my boy’s hand, staring at him. “Heavy”, he commented. “The reservoir is full!” “Two highly viral loads but I couldn’t poz you today”, I explained guiding him towards his empty bedroom. “I place this loaded condom into your bag”, I said opening his backpack’s front pocket. “It’s next to your wipes. Taste my load while I drive you to your new home!” “Why not now?” he asked, still super horny. “Or empty it directly into my ass!” “I told you I can’t! Be patient! Let’s relax a bit. You almost killed me, you hungry wild boy!” We laid there in each other’s arms for some minutes; it was the first time I felt so close to another human being, and tasting still his blood on my lips made me feel more and more intimate with that guy I just met after months of secret chats and sexting. “It’s strange but it’s fantastic”, he told me with his head on my chest. “I didn’t ever feel something similar. Hunter took my virginity but let me say, sex was meaningless with him.” “Don’t mention that trashy slut”, I replied, disgusted. “I regret not to have stopped him before so that your cherry could have been mine! I already said it, you two did not match at all.” “Now I am realizing what you meant. It’s much different with you”, he smiled at me and turned around, exposing his wounded shoulder. “Take a look Gifter, now it really hurts; maybe it must be cleaned!” I nodded and got up from the bed; the closet was empty as we packed everything in suitcases, so I went to look into the bathroom where I finally found some antiseptic with sterile bandages. “This stings”, he protested while I was treating his shoulder; we both coughed a little due to the antiseptic smell, then I applied an adhesive bandage. “Now you should be OK till next time I’m eating you”, I grinned at him playing seductively with my fingers on both his shoulders. “Now let’s get dressed and leave this horrible place!” “The piano, Gifter, could we bring it with us?” I tried to lift the instrument with my own strength but it was really too heavy, so I decided to leave it; “Too big and my car is fully loaded with suitcases! Maybe tomorrow I’ll come together with chaser number two and we’ll take it. And better, I have a close friend who can help us. One thing at a time, Ian!” “Oh gosh”, he exclaimed clearing his throat; “I thought there was just my luggage with us.” I pushed the suitcases out of the door, allowing Ian to unfold his white cane and step outside; but instead of turning left towards the elevator, I saw him stopping to a house in front of his, and knocking hard. “What the fuck”, he growled; “she’s not at home!” I walked towards him and pulled his harm firmly: “hurry up, we’re making my third chaser wait too long in the car! We’re already a couple hours late! Fold that fucking aid and let me hold your hand, we’ll go faster.” He reluctantly complied and in a few minutes his suitcases were already inside while he sat in the back seat, behind me. From the passenger's seat, Chaser Three looked at the new arrival and I smiled: “don’t talk”, I ordered to both of them, “introductions will happen at home.” I quickly turned music on, with Queen song “one year of love” as first playing track and I almost immediately noticed Ian sobbing quietly. “Second thoughts?” I asked, “do you want me to take you back home?” “No, Gifter no”, he replied; “it’s just that I left most important thing behind.” I reassured him about the piano, we could have carried it the following day. “You did not even let me say goodbye to my neighbour”, he continued, without hiding his tears any longer. My friend Sharon will wonder where I am, I did not tell her I was leaving! Why are you so rude towards my best friend?” “He’s not rude at all! I’m here”, Chaser three answered. “Sorry Gifter, I had to talk, Ian doesn’t see! Remember it next time!” Sharon was completely right: I usually tell my conversions to talk only if authorized but this was clearly an exception; from now on, I had to question my own behaviour with body and verbal communication since a blind chaser had different needs and way to perceive the world. Fucking formal introductions, rules are made to be broken! I had no right to destroy their close friendship, as they were soon going to be brother and sister. “I’m Gifter’s best conversion”, Sharon smiled proudly at both of us. “Two tests, four lines. You know what I mean, right? Everything happened with the first, lifechanging, load!”

Poor guy! He's becoming his teacher's toy

Of course we'd like him to convert and Andrew Miller charging him up despite fever, like there's no tomorrow

Yes of course but PozCop has vulnerabilities too. We are enjoying writing this (poz)tale a lot, and honestly said we don't want it to be the usual "pump and dump" - read lots of sex scenes and blast a load. We also would like to transmit something positive with our writing - double meaning used on purpose ➕🦠☣

He's in the gifter's hands, he can do nothing at all to avoid his control

*Authors note: NOTHING real from now on! Everything is pure fantasy. --- Part 2: Limitations One week off meds and I was starting to be horny as fuck, but I decided to abstain from sex with my partner till I could meet my bug chaser fan in person. “I caught a urinary infection”, this was the excuse that made us argue and have my boyfriend sleep on the sofa, even if I always kept an eye on him thanks to webcams installed everywhere. During that time I exchanged lots of private messages with my fan, then I understood the web community had some limitations: new members were restricted to send few public or private posts in a day! I did not expect so many followers and readers, my fictions about HIV transmissions had inspired a lot of real conversions and I was conflicted about that, horny and guilty at the same time. “How rude he is”, someone wrote about me, “he doesn’t even answer our questions!” But I did not really care about that crap, all my attentions were focused on my fan, ensuring to keep three slots a day always free: “good morning my chaser”, “your gifter wants you”, “good night my boy”, had to be guaranteed in his inbox daily to keep always him aware I gave him attentions. Limitations were becoming a big advantage for me! Personally I enjoyed his presence too much, he daily filled me with compliments certainly better than my partner who was accusing me instead. “You are obsessed by Internet, you promised to gift me then leave me neg and sexless”, and so on. Almost I regretted my decision to share my life with that guy, I really was thinking about packing my belongings to travel and reach my fan wherever he lived, till one day I received a call: a university had invited me to talk about my HIV related stories, and it was few kilometers from my fan’s town! First thing I did was to access the web community publishing such a news as a reply to one of my most popular stories, but among various congratulations or good luck messages I received nothing from my fan. Such damned flake, he was making me angry and I started to check on his profile every minute to see his activities, last visit, people he followed; I had to find a way to ruin that fake bug chaser’s reputation forever. A voice in my mind told me to stay calm and cool, sooner or later I would convert both him and my official boyfriend for sure. Losing my patience was matter of hours, it was really hard to contain myself every time I saw my bug chaser on line but never giving me any news about himself; I was almost fed up of keeping on writing sweet nothings to a virtual person, when I still had my real partner at home waiting for my gift; at that point I could seriously consider converting my guy, then take him to the conference at university and publicly announce my first poz son, eventually in front of my fan’s eyes. Count down started, it took three more days till I had to join the university event so I made another move hoping to break my fan’s silence: “My chaser, in three days we can meet in person. Show yourself at the conference about HIV in literature and we can arrange whatever you wish”. His reply came in a few seconds: “Sorry my gifter, but I finished my message slots. I give you all my instant messengers and phone contacts, use whatever is better for you but let’s keep in touch.” Attached to the chat I found a digital card full of phone numbers, e-mail addresses and any chat identities this world could offer. “Well”, I typed back; “I do not need all this stuff. You should rather close all these accounts and change your profile on the community where we met, if you want me to poz you.” “I want your HIV whatever it takes”, he quickly answered without even thinking; “what else to get rid of my neg life?” “First of all, in the community modify your nickname adding the word CHASER as prefix; then on your profile information, specify wherever you can, that you are owned by me. Do whatever to prevent other guys from contacting you, keep message slots only for our own conversations. Understood?” I expected him to block me, but the opposite happened: his profile changed almost instantly and as an avatar he placed an access denied signal. “Good chaser”, was my feedback. “See you at the conference, wear a t-shirt with biohazard symbol for me to recognize you.” “OK gifter” and a thumb up was his last reply. That’s not a flake, I thought. 100% slave, 100% exhibitionist, his original profile information was the truth!

In that case, the smart virus was not the issue. It was a character who was afraid of meds and the other lost his patience, telling him the consequence of his actions but now we have changed it all and take more care of words we use, so, for us, it can be considered old business.

Sixth chapter is out! Part 6: Meeting in person -Ian: Waking up I realized to be alone. I listened to my surroundings but every room was completely silent. "Hunter!" I screamed; but no answer came. My only possibility was to call him, so I turned both my phones on hoping to find his usual goodbyes but what I found was much, much worse: “Ian, last night was hot but gifting is not my thing. Find someone else, it’s better this way. Goodbye. Hunter.” No way to reply, he could have blocked me and his number was not reachable. He even packed all his personal belongings he used to leave here when spending the night at my place! Sad, disappointed, I didn’t really know how to feel about it all so I decided it was time to wash all emotions out; my hole still hurt from the night before, so I took the chance to give it a clean up with some fresh water. After shower I began to feel at least more relaxed and I thought about what my neighbour always said regarding my blindness: “you manage to turn all failures into opportunities”. Maybe this was the case, too? It seemed that destiny decided I had to find a better gifter! But for now I needed some physical pleasure to let every negative sensation flow out of me. I opened my nightstand drawer and got my favourite sex toy; it was shaped as a huge penis, with a switch at the base but turning it on did not cause any vibration: it was remotely controlled through a smartphone, by myself or even a partner running the same application. That was my way of sexting with a guy I met on Internet who claimed he converted 3 chasers out of 3. I laid down naked on my bed fucking myself on the silent dildo; without vibration it really meant nothing to me! Leaving it inserted I took my second phone and went into the usual chat; PozCop was on line! -- BlindChaser: Hi, I’m horny as fuck! Can you help me? Toy already in place. PozCop: Fuck yeah! I’m very close to you now! BlindChaser: What do you mean? Please turn the vibe on! -- Nothing happened for a while, then a message arrived: “Stay there and wait! No toy needed, no cum wasted today.” I had just relaxed trying to reorder my feelings, when someone knocked at the door. Three firm, loud knocks. It couldn't be my neighbour, we agreed that when she needed to enter my house without keys she knocked four times, fast. Another three, four, five knocks: I ignored them and patiently waited: if they're ball-busters they'll go away fast enough. After some minutes, though, I heard some foot steps coming from outside and finally the door being unlocked. “Hunter, what’s the fucking matter with you!” I asked. “You scared me off!” The door remained open and steps were approaching but no one spoke. “Is it you, Sharon?” I hoped it was my neighbour, but those steps were too heavy to be hers. “What the fuck!” I grabbed my phone, ready to call emergency service for help, when I heard the door shutting and a person coming closer and closer to my bedroom. “Finally we’re here. Me and you”, the stranger's voice said. He was currently standing at small distance from my bed! “Ian, don't be afraid. I'm more than a friend for you!” That voice seemed familiar but I was not sure enough, I still felt scared as hell. “Fuck yourself, bastard, get your ass out of here or I call…” “Hey, hey, BlindChaser, calm and cool. Who are you going to call? The cops? Don’t waste your time, a policeman is already here!” Oh, fuck, that voice, the more he talked the more I confirmed my assumption: my gifter of dreams was really close to me! “I had enough of remotely pleasing you with a smartphone”, he said; "now it's time for you to show me your true intentions!" “Who on hell gave you my keys?” I asked, still frightened. “And above all, who are you?” “My name is Adrian, Adri for friends, and...” With no embarrassment, he sat on the bed next to me placing his hand on my back. “I'm PozCop”, he whispered at my ear. “And together with my chasers I'll help you through your conversion journey.” I felt completely vulnerable to that man; I had no courage to touch him or shaking his hand but his voice was sexy, charming and deep! “Hey boy! What's the matter?” he asked, coming even closer; “did you turn into a shy guy? Let me have a look at this hot body of yours!” I blushed a little, as except Hunter I had never heard a man giving me a compliment about my body so I decided to take it easy; “let’s see where this goes”, I thought while his warm hands were exploring my shoulders. “I feel tension here”, he said, “it’s time to relax a bit.” His fingers felt strong and gentle at the same time, it was clear he was experienced with massages… Or seduction! I was starting to get hard and he was clearly noticing it, although I was trying my best to compose myself. “Someone’s hungry”, he teased me, starting to kiss and lick all over my body; That man was really hard to resist! “You taste good”, he said, “but your shower gel’s flavor is too childishly innocent. Let vanilla and honey go to neg drama queens; an insatiable bug chaser like you needs something stronger, at least when I’m around.” “How disgusting!” I protested. “Are you asking me to stink as a dirty pig?” He laughed hard at me and I felt his body completely over me, heavy as he was. “Not at all”, he whispered, his lips closer and closer to mine. “Hunter is a dirty and stinky pig, I am a superior DNA and I want strong flavors on your skin! Mint and ginger should be better, you will discover how your hole and dick feel fresh and seducing with that gel soon enough.” I couldn’t help myself and made my move, breaking the space between us; my arms and legs wrapped around him, our hard dicks touching each others, I kissed him passionately as I never did before; it was so different from Hunter’s lovemaking, this man’s tongue literally invading my mouth was pure dominance and I felt truly complete, for the first time. I would have even paid to feel him naked, but his strong hands exploring my body made me suppose it wasn’t appropriate trying to take his clothes off or asking why he was still dressed. “Good start”, he smiled breaking the kiss. Looking back I did not recognize myself, I had just let a stranger enter my house and lay on the bed where I made love with my boyfriend! “I know what’s your feeling”, he continued while squeezing my ass cheeks with his warm, strong fingers. “Now you have a real gifter replacing your undetectable boyfriend, I can still feel his meaningless scent on your pillow.” “It’s the first time”, I replied blushing. “I have never cheated on him but it’s so thrilling to have a different man in my bed!” “From this moment on, you’re free! No one can judge your sexual life; except me, of course.” Without saying anything else, he grabbed my shoulders and made me roll on my back. “Let me in”, he commanded, “I want to try that hole of yours.” I bent my legs upwards, exposing my ass; it was still sore since the night I spent with Hunter but PozCop seemed not to care. He roughly pushed a finger in me without any spit or anything else and blocked my moves with his free hand when he noticed I was trying to reach the lube bottle above my nightstand. “No artificial fluids, boy”, he ordered. “I’m not here for cheaters. Natural contact, or nothing!” He inserted another two fingers and I pushed, to give him more access; “you’re still bleeding a little”, he warned me; “at least Hunter wrecked you good! But you need to be stretched open for my superior organ to enter, I don’t want you to feel pain when I’m all the way in.” A fourth finger in my hole made me actually yelp in pain so he withdrew them all; “no, no, boy. You are not yet ready for my virus!” Weird comment, as far as I could know: every bug chaser story I read on the Internet described tops wrecking holes even with toothbrushes to make they bleed, and now PozCop is scared by some droplets? “I notice you take care of your fuck hole and keep it always clean. This is a good start to be a chaser of mine but you’re still far from ready.” “I told you”, I replied. “There’s lube! Now make me touch your supposed superior organ, at least, please. I’m curious!” He stepped backwards and took his hands off me: “Fuck tool is mine and I decide when, and if, give it to someone. I said, you’re not yet ready and not authorized to make sexual requests to me!” “Listen, PozCop or whatever. If you beave like this it means your dick is not that great as you pretend. So, as far as I’m concerned, you can go fuck yourself.” “Tell me, is this what you want?” He asked standing up next to the bed. “I take your answer as a final rejection for me and my gift and, if so, there is no turning back!” He dropped a set of keys on my nightstand, then guided my hand on it: “I got these keys from a person you perfectly know, so I give you two options.” “These are Hunter’s”, I protested; “you should give them back.” “Now they’re mine because I am in control”, he said holding my wrist tight. “Look at me… Oops, sorry, listen to me: first option, you send me away and stay here on your own with your negative life forgetting PozCop, I’ll block you from every network and your keys are yours. And in this case, you’ll lose your friend Sharon too.” Why was he mentioning my neighbour? Had Sharon truly something to do with this man? I gasped, but he held my wrist even more firmly; it was really not the case to protest or ask questions! “I am very sorry sir… No, I don’t want to stay neg much longer! Tell me option two!” “Good boy”, he smiled. “Second option is that you can become a family member, but first I have to prove you’re worthy of my strain!” “I want to poz up”, I almost sobbed, “but my boyfriend and future gifter just dumped me with a cold farewell message.” “Yeah”, PozCop laughed. “I forced him to do that, you deserve something better than a hybrid HIV strain like Hunter’s. A smart guy as you are, must carry a smart virus!” My parents had tried to decide every aspect of my life, and now this man was doing the same! No one had the right to destroy my relationships or friendships in that way! “Ian, little chaser, open your eyes. And ears, if needed. If you two actually matched, Hunter should have already converted you good. But if he’s undetectable and especially if you didn’t tell him about your desire till yesterday, it means you’re not made to develop the sacred bond of team poz together. Accept it, you have me now and I’m all yours.” “Your voice, your touch”, I whispered to him. “I feel so right in your arms… I would like to call you Gifter!” “Of course you can”, he assured me and surrounded my naked body with his arms again. “But from now on, I am the only poz person who can touch you; then, one more thing…” I was fed up of talking and I pushed my hips back towards him, wondering why he didn’t make the first move for something sexual; “you are afraid of fucking a blind guy?” I took all my courage to ask that unpleasant question. “My eyes don’t work, but you can count on what’s left! My body is fully functional and horny as fuck!” “No, no, no, chaser Ian. You got it all wrong! I’m super excited too, but I keep it under control as my role is to guide you through this journey preventing the possibility of any regrets when it’s too late. You want to call me Gifter? So, I must be sure I’m the one who converts you.” “I respect conditions given to me”, I told him holding out my hand towards him. “And I am a Scout, so I am aware about the importance of promises.” He gripped my hand vigorously, there was no doubt about who was controlling the situation. “Words are nothing”, he said. “Now make your choice: you stay with me and let me ensure you abstain from sex till I decide otherwise, or you keep your sexual freedom but go on PrEP and stay neg till I want you to. Anyway, I’m going to teach you how to control your horniness. Ready, my chaser?” I could only answer yes, sir! “Perfect”, he grinned at me holding my shoulders. “Get dressed, then I help you packing your things. You’re going to leave this horrible house. Follow me, life is long!”

Thanks, now we are working on our other story (We have to talk), the one we care about the most; but maybe next days we also work on second chapter for this, we are only uncertain on which direction it must have. The negative of us wants one, the poz wants the opposite.

Thankfully PozCop has his virus to help him, otherwise he could never understand which chaser is carrying a hybrid strain! That must be stopped, whatever it takes. Ian cannot turn poz by a non-smart HIV!

Being both biological and viral sons. This is really an unbreakable bond! We're curious to see where it is going!

*Authors note 1: Chapter 5 is a bit longer but we preferred to finish introducing poz and virus characters; from now on, the journey will effectively start! *Authors note 2: we recognize this kind of stories may not be appreciated by a high percentage of bz readers but as we prefer more emotional tales than roughly sexual ones, we try to give our contribute in this way. --- Part 5 – Chaser or cheater? -PozCop: When my HIV warns me about something, they’re 100% right. I have avoided many dangerous situations thanks to my virus but in that moment I really didn’t know how to feel about such a revelation. Hunter, my beloved, my first pozzed chaser. A good boy to be proud of and who deserved to take a big step forward in his viral life: I wanted him to be a gifter, hoping he could achieve and overcome my 100% transmission rate. I was sure he had so much potential, and HIV knew it too! So what was wrong? No way to sleep that night despite my evening hard fucking with Ryan, my second chaser. Every time I tried to rest, HIV almost enjoyed waking me up: “Hunter is a scam, not your first success. Remember the dates! When did his fuck flu hit?” It seemed that my virus really enjoyed making a fool of me. “Come on, consider every single clue. Policeman, should I teach you how to investigate? Let’s go, FBI!” That chaser was my pride, my glory, the guy I treated as a biological son: with just one poz load in his hole, it took only a week for Hunter’s conversion fever to show, high and potent as it was. And now HIV tells me it’s a cheat? I was a profiler who arrested the most challenging and terrifying serial killers; understanding people’s behaviour even from their expressions or voice, I should have noticed if Hunter lied or had been converted by another gifter! Actually my load is powerful, my virus is a smart one, so I did not worry when Hunter’s fuck flu came in advance because if my HIV has the ability to talk, they could even convert a human faster than an ordinary infection! Moreover my dear Hunter was a genuine, innocent boy, evil could not have corrupted him anyhow. Next to me in bed, Ryan gave me a tender hug: “Let me take care of you”, he quietly said starting to lick from my shoulder up to my neck; “recharge me, Gifter, you always teach me that a good fuck blasts all worries away. Now it’s time!” “You’ve become such a good boy, Ryan”, I replied hugging him; “but I don’t feel like recharging anyone, our HIV will not authorize me.” “Of course I won’t let you move further”, my virus answered but I was the only one to hear them. “You should hurry up if it’s not already too late! Call him!” I looked at the clock: three in the morning! Contacting Hunter at that time, would not be a good idea at all. Staying in the same position for another thirty minutes, with Ryan who tried in vain to ask for my attentions again made me nervous even more, till I finally got up from the bed and grabbed my phone; Hunter was the first number I had into my contact list and I decided to run the risk. There it was! I heard the familiar tone of an available line, he left his cellular turned on! “Gifter…”, his sleepy voice answered, yawning. “What’s… Up?” “I need you my chaser”, I firmly answered. “Come here, quickly!” “Tomorrow”, he whispered. “I’m at Ian’s place…” “I don’t give a damned shit about where you are. Come, now!”, I almost screamed in impatience. “You must satisfy your gifter’s needs otherwise you know what happens!” I grinned to my other chaser who was still laying in bed then touched his dick locked in a chastity cage, and his collared neck. “Or you want to end up like your younger viral brother?” “Why are you treating me like this! What have I done!” “Don’t force me to punish you. Come, Hunter. Come here immediately. Walk here.” “Walk? But it’s a long way…” I didn’t let him finish talking and abruptly ended the call; I knew the issue, it took five kilometers from Ian’s place to his, and another three to reach my house but also that there were a couple of public toilets with lots of anonymous man sex happening especially during night time, along the street. I had to bring my bug chaser to face temptations and prove he was faithful to my rule: no contacts with people with unknown HIV status or pozzed by strains different than mine! Unless I decided otherwise, for my conversions sex was free just with certified undetectable poz, or negative on daily PrEP regimen. I went back to bed next to Ryan who was almost asleep and gave him a gentle spank: “chaser Ryan, get on all fours”, I said. “Stay there face down ass up, ready for your brother.” “I want you, my gifter! Not him!” I extracted a leash from my drawer and attached it to the collar; “do you want me to tie you to the front door once again? You know I’m not kidding!” I touched his caged dick one more time; yes, I’m very strict towards naughty chasers. “You told me I was going to be unlocked after you succeeded with third conversion, isn’t it?” “It was an assumption”, I told him; “the third has been a memorable event but unfortunately things have dramatically changed because of latest murderer I arrested, so don’t fool yourself: you’ll remain locked until I change my mind. And that could be never.” He complied and exposed his ass out of the bed; I had to admit: that experienced, open hole was always inviting but I had to keep in control respecting my role. “Lick me at least”, he implored pushing back towards me. And my only answer to him was sitting at my desk, concentrating on the wall clock. “Hey silly chaser, don’t even finger yourself”, I ordered; “otherwise I’ll give you the shortest leash I have.” He breathed deep clearly struggling against his lust, while I stayed still, looking at my calendar: Hunter. 24th November load deposit, 1st December fuck flu. Exactly a week later. We planned his pozzing as a Christmas gift and maybe my HIV did their best to satisfy our need, but something began to look suspicious inside my mind: my first born didn’t seem surprised when he started feeling symptoms too early, and worst of all he laughed every time I spoke to HIV. “You’re talking alone”, he always said, making more fun of me when I told him he should be able to interact with the virus too. “Fucking cheating slut”, I exclaimed hitting the desk hard with my fist. “If he’s standing me up, I’ll give him a heavier punishment than yours, Ryan!” “I’m thirsty”, my younger chaser pleaded, “at least bring me some water, please, Gifter!” That’s a good boy: everyone has needs, but in order to satisfy them it’s necessary to be polite! I brought him some water which he drank greedily, then I kissed his ass cheeks. “I know you’re impatient honey, but I want you to be an example for your corrupted brother!” “I know you own me, Gifter”, he smiled. “You rescued me and now I’m blood of your blood!” “Don’t be such a bootlicker”, I told him walking towards the door; “you should know you’ll never get anything when sweet-talking like that.” Finally someone knocked and I opened the door: Hunter stood in front of me, sweaty and out of breath. “Sorry”, he said, “I walked as fast as I could!” His hug was tight as usual but when I felt his scent on me, a sudden memory came out from my mind: his sweaty naked body, in bed next to me, the night he started converting. He was horny as fuck despite his fever, but when I unloaded inside him he called me by another name: Gifter Arty. “You are wrong, I said your name, Adri!” he excused himself, weak as he was. “I am in pain even talking, let me try to rest now.” I shook my head to send that flashback away from my mind and took him to my bedroom where Ryan was still on all fours, on the mattress. “You’re so distant, gifter”, Hunter complained; “I’ve walked the whole night to reach you and now you don’t even kiss me.” “It’s not appropriate”, I answered walking close to Ryan’s ass. “Now strip and sit here, next to your brother.” “I’m afraid he’s going to lock you”, Ryan told Hunter, but I pulled his leash firmly: I hadn’t authorized him to talk at all! My first born was sitting on the bed, looking around. “I really don’t understand what you want from me, am I going to recharge him?” I shook my head again and started fingering Ryan’s ass: one, then two, then three fingers, four… twisting them around; I met no resistance so I continued with that movement some more time, holding the leash with my free hand. “Fuck yeah”, Ryan moaned; “you’re driving me crazy! Fist me sir! Go all the way!” “Chaser Ryan! No! You’re not in the position to ask something”, I yelled at him; “shut the fuck up, otherwise…” I pulled the leash abruptly, so that the leather collar could press on his neck. “Do you understand, Hunter? This collar is the result of cheating on me.” I withdrew my fingers from Ryan’s hole and looked at them: some remaining lube and ass juices, but everything was clear so I positioned them on Hunter’s lips. “Lick me clean, number one”, I ordered him. “Taste number two’s poz DNA. Feel how good this boy is. This is how I want my chasers to be! Clean, clear, and sweet. And pozzed, of course.” He eagerly sucked and licked all my fingers clean without saying a word, then sat on my bed again but I felt from his eyes something was wrong with him; “We have to talk”, I expected that sentence from Hunter but he never pronounced it aloud. “Someone’s conscience is dirty”, I teased him, “let’s verify if it’s the same for their hole!” The two chasers were now lying down, one next to the other, and I pushed a finger inside Hunter’s ass; this time a little resistance occurred, so I went slower. But it took just some seconds for me to withdraw fast, and get a wipe from my nightstand. “More than dirty”, I said completely disgusted. “This guy has been fucked by strangers and worse than that, he did not clean his insides at all.” “But everything was unexpected”, he tried to excuse. “It was Ian who topped me! Gifter, please, don’t…” “Your boyfriend never tops, you always complain about this. Don’t try to make a fool of me, or you know…” Once again I pulled Ryan’s leash and held his chastity cage; “you see what happens to unfaithful chasers? If I ask you to have sex with others, do it; otherwise you must all abstain!” “I beg you, please, Gifter, I did not mean to cheat on you. There is someone who’s blackmailing me and I have to give them my body to pay their silence…” “But he won’t pay mine anyway”, I heard my virus talking again. “This guy needs to be completely washed from his feet to his brain.” I had a malicious grin but looking at my two viral sons, reality suddenly hit me: I had punished the wrong one! “Chasers! I don’t give a damn of your silly explanations”, I said grabbing Ryan and Hunter’s arms; “now both of you go straight to the shower and come out only when you’re completely clean. In and outside. Ryan, I recommend. Teach him good! Understood?” “Yes, Gifter”, Ryan answered, while my first born shook his head again: “But Ian, my boy!” Hunter protested. “I left him alone at his place, he may get scared when he does not find me in bed!” “You’re not even able to keep your lust and personal cleaning under control”, I laughed at him; “how do you expect to look after a bug chaser on your own?” I was still holding his arm tight and he tried in vain to break free, while Ryan walked towards the bathroom; “Follow your brother and learn from him”, I suggested Hunter. “Take a long shower then go home!” “But what about Ian…” He tried to talk again. “He needs an explanation from me!” “I’ll take care of your former boyfriend, don’t worry, dirty blank-shooter. Give me his house’s keys and go clean yourself, Undetectable. Then after you’re done, return to your meds; you’re no longer needed here!”

5th chapter is taking a little longer as at the moment we are far from each others. me - the poz half - has the duty of writing HIV's and the poz characters' point of view, while the neg half has neg ones. When we get together again, after doing something better between us... we are going to edit the story and upload next chapter

Hello, we are just wondering if those topics may be subject to infraction. In context of SCIENCE FICTION - a virus with human abilities tries to enjoy sex with a human being. This question makes us laugh a little, but one of us demanded if this can be considered "bestiality". We have read about werewolves with humans, humans becoming monsters, and so on, why not HIV enjoying the whole experience together with his... its... their, humans? And, would it be "bestiality" if a dog comes and licks the main character's feet while two guys are having sex? For jealousy or whatever reason. This can be a part of the story we can of course let go, it adds nothing to the meaning of it. We already got an infraction for our first shot, because of two incorrect behaviours: one was regarding some characters we took as inspiration from another story here but we didn't worry about formally asking the characters' creator, we just said "thanks to [author] to have inspired us with these characters" but of course this is not sufficient. Enthusiasm, rush, whatever, in that situation we have understood we were wrong and totally changed our initial idea. The second one though, was regarding harming people but we had no intention to harm, it was the opposite suggestion a character gave to another: "if you go through [damage] you'll do it on your own, I don't follow you at all in this path!" The character was discouraging the other about wrong choices. But in that case too, we changed it all. This is your house, not ours, and as far as we can notice here, being so strict in rules is the only way to keep a community like this, as safe as possible.

Love this one. Unbreakable bond for them!

Yes, chasers must learn their place: to submit to gifter's needs without any protest. If they want to upgrade, they must prove to be worthy of it!

*Authors note: this fiction is inspired by some real events happened to us. Real: we enjoy writing and we are here _to_ write our HIV-related fiction. Real: we discussed if it was the case to publish our tales to Bz, the negative partner of us thought it was 100% failure. Real: our first attempt failed and story was deleted. It can happen. Real: a guy has said he's "a fan of ours" and sometimes we write to each others. Real: this story is written agreeing with the guy in question. ...You know who you are. FICTION: entering a post in order to intentionally cause infraction, the bet, stopping meds, gifting intentions and further, all this is pure fantasy. no one of us two has real intentions to stop meds or PrEP, or to disturb community with intentional harm, just enjoy fiction as it is! --- Part 1: the bet My partner and I love to write stories, and we found our tales as a way to flow our most intimate fantasies out. Especially for me, a mid 40s poz undetectable guy, as I feel like a caged animal. Every time I read about a real successful conversion on the Internet I simply get hard as a rock but I have too much respect for my neg buddy so I have never ran the risk of proposing him to plan his status upgrade by starting a meds holiday; anyway every reading, real or fiction, is a higher and higher turn on till sex life without poz talk has no meaning for both of us. “What about sharing our writings with a bigger public”, I proposed one day to him while he was upset seeing his own web site had zero visits for an entire week. “Internet is big and we may find people with our own tastes. Come on, we’ll try, I publish it now!” I showed him a community where fiction about consensual HIV infection was accepted; “here we have nothing to fear, I read lots of authors who even write much worse than us.” “But no one will understand our plots and intents”, he complained; “we also may be subject to infractions. You’ll see.” I was fed up of his negative thoughts, and shared the story with the community without hesitation. Who cares, time will tell. “Let’s place a bet”, he told me in the end; “if you’re right, you stop your meds. If I’m right, I stop my PrEP!” I just laughed at that, a joke is a joke and I was sure he’d never do something so incautiouss. “OK baby, deal. Bet placed!” At that point doubts started to overcome my rationality, almost I hoped to be wrong so I made my move: let’s go to the community and edit content in order to intentionally commit an infraction as I wanted to save my HIV treatment regimen… Nothing at all, after a while it was impossible to modify published material! What a pity, let’s wait for destiny. We went to bed and slept over it. The following morning, my partner picked his phone up from the charger and opened community’s web site: “your account has been suspended for 13 days. Nothing that can harm people is allowed here”. “Oh, damn, it’s for that sentence I wrote about the main character’s death”, I thought; “nothing too bad, failures are often good opportunities to grow up”. “What did I tell you”, he asked me. “You see I was right then!” I took his PrEP bottle in my hands and walked towards the toilet: “a bet is a bet”, I smiled. “what can we do with these pills, now?” “Don’t flush them”, he pleaded; “I stay off PrEP for 13 days till our account is enabled again then I’ll restart it when we share another tale. Do you agree?” “I’m game”, I said spanking his ass playfully. “But now, this fertile butt is just mine. No sex with others till you are on meds again! Understood?” He just nodded and closed the bottle in a drawer. Days passed quickly, we also took our time for a short vacation where we took the opportunity to improve our story then Friday 17th arrived: three, two, one, launch! New piece was shortly on line! Knowing his ass hole was unprotected turned me on like crazy but I managed to control my temptation to lock my meds in the same drawer he placed his; it was matter of time, I was aware of that, and in fact the new tale started to collect likes, hearts, thumbs up, and the unexpected message from a stranger in reply to our contribute: “Hello, I’m a big fan of yours, guys! Great story!” I looked at his older posts and found his first one: “I am a bug chaser and would like a connection with poz guys from my country”… and the second: “I believe in a chaser-gifter long term bond, the one who infects me should be present in my life afterwards”. Oh gosh, yes, interesting, we came from the same country! This guy is explicitly consenting to be infected, if it happens after all he wrote on Internet he cannot blame me at all! I want that connection too but who cares, I have my partner for now. I watched the fan’s profile information to see if he was compatible with my tastes; gifting could be a possibility, but he had to deserve it, learning to stay at his place! All that I read was a very, very good promise I had to admit it. “100% slave. 100% exhibitionist. 100% non-monogamist. 100% masochist. 4% vanilla. 0% owner. 0% master”… All what I needed to know! “Wow”, I thought. “If this is my biggest fan, he has first priority!” “So what the fuck do you do?” My partner asked, worried. “Are you going to stop your meds now? You remember, it was a bet! If it applies to me, it applies to you in the same way!” “I can’t”, I said. “If I stop my treatment it’s to gift you. This person may be a flake or whatever bad, so I’ll continue my therapy regularly.” Disappointed, my guy went upstairs to bed and I took my chance: extracting all pills from my meds and his PrEP bottle, I flushed them all. Now the bet is not over, it has just changed the challenge. Not if, or when it happens, but WHO is my first conversion!

yes the best one! 🦠☣️