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Yes, thanks. I am very curious to see how it develops, the guy's transformation.

Finally chapter 14. I'm preparing the 15 (last one, including the epilogue). Hopefully publishing it for the end of the month. --- Part 14 – under control -Hunter: I knew it from the beginning: moving into Gifter’s house meant having sex every day with at least two guys, being free from worries about rent and bills, but I could say goodbye to my privacy as everything was shared with all of them and I had to quickly adapt to everyone’s habits. No loud music, no sleep till late in the morning, nothing at all. And life had become less bearable since the moment my former lover moved in too! Every time I saw Ian naked walking around, I relived our past relationship’s memories and knowing PozCop didn’t let me even touch him lately, drove me completely crazy; no matter if Ryan, my first viral brother, became my boyfriend and we were apparently soul mates. That day in particular I was really fed up of it all and took the opportunity: Gifter asked us to go out buying some groceries, and finally I could profit taking Ryan to my own house! As soon as we closed the door behind us, he was fully naked. His useless locked dick in full contrast with his inviting, loose, experienced hole. I pulled my pants down revealing my rock hard member, grabbed him by his hips ready to fuck him instantly. No foreplay for us, I was hungry of him, hungry of being finally alone with no cameras or other people spying on our sexual activity. “Take me, slut!” I yelled while entering him with a single, rough, thrust. “You’re my pig! Not even able to squeeze your hole any longer! So fucking weak ass muscles!” He moaned in pleasure as my precum started to drip into his guts; there was a mirror on the wall, and I forced Ryan’s head up so he could look at himself, completely submitted to me. “Hunter! I’m yours!” He whispered between moans. “Enjoy this fuck, it’ll be the last one!” I smiled and pushed inside him even harder. Such a strange roleplay, this guy always surprised me switching from submissive to aggressive in a short time, during sex. “Fuck me”, he yelled again. “Cum in me like you’re going to die soon! Your very last shoot!” I actually felt my heartbeat become faster, but this was not something to wonder about; I was seriously fucking my guy like there was no tomorrow. “PozCop does not treat you like this”, I panted; “he’s too gentle and you need a real dominant! I’m so fucking … so fucking close!” I was sweating profusely, breathing required more and more effort. I held him even tighter, in a mix of pleasure and fear as my dick and balls started to feel the orgasm coming. “Recharge me”, Ryan yelled. “Shoot your last toxic load in me!” He insisted in this, and I began having doubt: during breakfast he melted a sugar candy in my coffee telling me it was a special day, and now? Maybe this was just a coincidence. ...And if it wasn’t? Pleasure really turned into panic, this guy’s fantasies were unexpectedly influencing my mind; I shot a large amount of cum inside his hole and the last thing I saw before passing out, was his evil grin. ----- -PozCop: I was sprawled on the couch, with my arms surrounding Sharon and Alexandra’s shoulders after a hot sucking and fingering session with both of them; it was Ryan’s duty to prepare lunch, I told him to go shopping with Hunter and maybe bring something pre-cooked because no one of us felt like doing chores. My right hand slowly moved down on Sharon’s naked body till I reached her belly and extended all my fingers to touch her warm skin, but I experienced nothing new: it might be too early for our child to move inside her or he was as lazy as me. Like father, like son! I smiled noticing my poz cum still on both girls’ lips but Sharon suddenly turned serious, all muscles gaining more and more tension; to my other side, Alex looked at me with the same worried eyes and stared at the wall clock. “What about Ian”, Sharon spoke first. “You had to go pick him up but almost three hours passed with him still in the woods…” “He’s blind and alone”, Alex added; “and if I had no pain walking for too long, I would have gone to find him myself.” “Girls, I lost my patience: if you do not trust me, trust our virus! I did not convert you for nothing! Take it easy, both of you, Ian can manage! He’ll be home soon, I am sure!” “But the other guys are late too”, Sharon complained; “We’re hungry! Do they realize my baby has special needs, and are they aware of the illness Alex is fighting against?” I nodded and finally got up to get my smartphone; she was right, Hunter and Ryan have always been on time with tasks I gave them but if they decided to have fun by themselves without bringing lunch home, I would have punished both guys strictly. No way to contact them, though: Ryan’s phone continued ringing and ringing while Hunter’s had the answering machine turned on! Damn, even their location in the map couldn’t be detected and that was unusual for my two chasers! Something wrong was happening to both of them, for sure! “Surprise 4 U @ home”, I messaged to their phones but no read notification signs showed up. Policeman’s instinct pushed me towards the office to use my professional methods for localizing cell phones but both girls kept me quiet: at least I had to wait for Ian! Sharon stood up and walked towards the fridge. Thankfully she found some food and went straight to prepare it naked as she was, refusing any help I wanted to offer. Something bad was happening, I felt it, I had to figure it out sooner or later. I ran into the toilet, staring at the mirror. The only intimate place where I could talk to my HIV with no trouble. “You, please my virus, tell me... I lost my chasers. What happened to Hunter, Ryan, my beloved! Please guide me to find them!” I heard no reply. Maybe the sound was outside, maybe it came from my mind, but the only thing I could detect was a phone’s busy signal. “I’m screwed”, I thought; “even the virus isn’t able to give me an answer!” “You’ll realize soon enough”, the familiar voice finally spoke directly from my blood stream. “You have someone more in need of our attention, while those two guys are both worthless trash. Trust me!” Oh gosh, if HIV virus considers someone as trash, there's nothing good to expect. Just matter to wait, prepared to the worst ending. ----- -Ian: Naked, without any technology, alone except for the mysterious voice and body sensations which guided me through an unknown place. Strangely my panic feelings subsided completely, replaced by a new sense of safety. Or maybe I became conscious I had nothing to earn and lose! “Excuse me!” I stopped walking and tried to explore my surrounding spreading my arms. “Please, whatever name you have. May you guide me to a bench? Is there one around? I’m tired!” My invisible assistant just chuckled and I experienced the usual pain on my right armpit’s glands that I learned to be his way of giving me directions; after turning right, I felt something new: calves and knees seemed to vibrate faster and faster, like they were acquiring their own heart beat. “Run, chaser, run!” my guide yelled; “I need to get on that bench with you!” I told him I am tired and he wants me to run? I’ve always been too lazy for running but I understood my new friend had needs and walked as fast as I could, always careful to messages coming from my body. But despite this, I ended up bumping on the wooden bench and falling on it, after having lost my balance. Ouch! “Good boy”, he said instead of comforting me. “Stay there, face down.” “My knee is bleeding”, I complained; “I think I seriously got injured! I need to go home!” “From now on my pleasure has highest priority on yours”, my guide replied. “Or your immune system will decrease. And you know what this means, right?” An intense pain from my knee, the fear for being alone into the woods and this last threat, several different feelings scared and excited me at the same time. I couldn’t hide my growing erection. What the fuck, I was being dominated by a complete stranger, an entity who couldn't even be touched. “On all fours”, my mysterious companion commanded. “I need to experience it at least once!” I tried to protest, but the pain coming from thighs and armpits forced me to position myself doggy style on the bench, my ass completely exposed in the fresh air. “Adri”, I whispered. “PozCop. He’ll punish me if I...” “My host asked me to take care of you”, my assistant said. “He knows we’re here and might be excited at the idea of us fucking. Stop talking and follow my orders!” I did not move from that position and listened carefully to my surroundings: except for my breath, birds and wind, nothing else could be heard; maybe this voice just came from my mind? And in such case, how could I be able to walk alone across the woods? I was sure not to be in the same place my Gifter left me! “Someone is freaking out”, the invisible entity chuckled; “you begged my carrier to poz you and now want to stand back when it’s too late? You’d better concentrate just on your body now! Push back, against me!” Against who? Although I didn’t feel no other human body behind me, I could not do anything but move back and forth, like a real fuck. It was a real fuck in the end, I felt pleasure growing inside me, despite my hole was technically empty! I smiled, imagining my surroundings; I could look crazy to whoever approaching, but thankfully no one walked around. Instinctively I lifted one arm with the desire of fingering myself but a terribly sharp pain to my shoulder made me change my mind instantly. “Keep your hands to yourself”, my invisible partner ordered; “I am the only one who can please you, or cause you discomfort. Stay at your own place, poz slut! Next time you’ll be punished!!” “Holy fuck”, I exclaimed after rocking back and forth for a while; I was sweating copiously for that pleasure coming from a mysterious source. “I’m almost cumming hands and ass free! Damn!” I just had the time to say it, when my balls started to hurt! It seems like someone was squeezing them hard: my orgasm stopped before even starting! “Asshole”, I whispered. “It was only a stupid dream!” “Hey! No cum unless I authorize you to. I own you, boy! Remember, you may fool your gifter but not me as I’m living inside you!” Pleasure, fear, pain. All those sensations together ran through my body and mind; I couldn’t cum despite being still hard so I collapsed on the bench. Exausted, my head aching, an unusual warmth all over me. ------ -HIV: I couldn’t expect him to understand what happened, but finding a human to experience sex with, had been a life long dream. When my host left his chaser alone with me, it was the right opportunity to own Ian's vulnerable body once forever! His blindness no longer scared me because it allowed a better interaction between us, based on pain and pleasure only. I can’t be detected by a human creature’s five basic senses, but this boy’s DNA and mind were under my control. All what counted the most for me! “You’re my first”, I thanked him; “and this experience is new for you too. What’s it like, being fucked without relying on human senses? Only with your mind and blood stream?” “Whoever you are you reinvented the wheel”, he laughed at me. “And you asshole, did not even let me cum. At least when I exchange dirty messages with Internet buddies we fuck with our minds but they always bring me to orgasm!” Asshole? To me? I had no intention to punish him, but he forced me to. “Come on”, I commanded; “do you want to cum? There’s someone you must top for. Let’s go home!” “Yeah,”, he replied standing painfully up; his knee was still bleeding but I didn’t care. All what mattered was bringing him safe into his gifter’s, my carrier’s, arms. Although I gave him a high fever as punishment for being rude at me, I felt satisfied for the new experiences he was allowing me to live. After countless minutes we finally were at the front door. “Ring the bell”, I suggested; “and when he opens, tell your Gifter you’ve been fucked by your virus.”

Wow, this guy has really become his gifters' playground!

Longing to read more! You got me used to this nasty tale...

Hopefully I finish mine soon... Longing to see new chapters of yours, meanwhile!

Damn! I fucking love it from the beginning... Wonder to see what Brian will say finding out his poz creature enjoys Aidscum

hey, thanks! I woke up NERVOUS and your story always switch my mood to POSITIVE again!

Don't know if it's innocence or what, but thinking no one lies, looks like this man does not live in this world! For long-term relationship it's different; but why should a person disclose their poz status with a sex partner you never see any longer, or you want to have a -short or long- relation just based on sex? If you bareback I assume you take precautions or know the risks, if you then catch HIV it's your responsibility. In an ideal world people respect each other in every way possible. In the ideal world stigma towards HIV would not exist and status disclosure wouldn't be a problem - no need to lie between people respecting themselves... But we live in THIS world. With wars, with people driving while checking smartphone and causing accidents or driving while high and drunk... And with people who lie about their status, or never disclose it.

Oh gosh! If I were the gifter... I would have placed a microphone on the sub's chastity cage and listen all chaser's life! This Kevin is tempting the chaser, and I long to see where this story is going! I'll keep on reading.

I'm in tears right now... This man taking the other guy's anal virginity brought some emotions back. Can't tell further but I have to go now. Nothing negative to you and your story, I'm just particularly emotional these days.

Good boy! Proving his gifter he does not want chemical condom any longer. Once you have someone to be bonded to, biologically and emotionally, why miss this opportunity? It's so rare nowadays...

Last one. I had started to write the last part, but, it involved the chaser being welcomed by the gifter while gifter's bf was in fuck flu. Chaser then was desperate and swallowed poison to die on gifter's couch. And when cops arrived, we discovered the cop was gifter's gifter. But the plot did not convince me, finishing a story with a tragedy just to set free from it, means nothing. It's lack of respect for readers. So, I have preferred like this. I interrupt the project and maybe I might consider it again if inspiration cums... Even if I don't think so, the story was too linked to a person who does not belong to my life any longer. This time too, matter of respect.