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It'll take time I suppose but soon the denial becomes a sense of liberation

Chapter 13 is done! *AUTHOR NOTE:* I hope visually impaired and blind readers do not feel offended by Ian's method to find his way home or because his gifter punishes him... REMINDER: PozWorld is reversed (unlike reality, this world considers poz the ordinary condition, neg is socially unacceptable). REAL WORLD NOTE: the issue of HIV home tests is a sad truth: they are not accessible at all for blind people as they just rely on visual information. I had this experience with a friend - they're lucky to have me, as they can count on my privacy, being poz myself. But there is no safe way for a blind person to test without at least one sighted knowing. But no producer considered that serious privacy matter. Dirty sex? Not yet, it cums next chapter! Think I'm going to write two more parts of this, or maybe an epilogue. The creative commons license is the same as usual. --- Part 13 – the walk of life -Ian: “Wake up, honey”, I heard Gifter’s voice whispering to me. He began gently licking and kissing my neck till I yawned and stretched awake; it was always a good start when he approached me like that! A week had passed since his sister arrived and he felt more comfortable with all of us. It also seemed that my suspicion about his meds became old business for him. I was bred at least twice a day in every room and, above all, he surprised me bringing my digital piano at home and installing it down in the basement. “It’s to celebrate your new life”, he told me; “but I’ll let you play it only when your test comes out positive. I no longer want to hear neg players! Understood?” This time was different though, I felt heavy clothes on him during our usual morning hug. “Have you decided to satisfy my darkest fantasy?” I grinned. “You know I always dream about getting pozzed by a cop in uniform!” My gifter chuckled but didn’t talk; he took some clothes from the closet and handed them to me, so I wore everything without even asking questions. I felt hot and uncomfortable with those thick trousers, sport shoes and jacket but I learnt my lesson long time ago: when Adri made a decision about my life, it always was for my own good. “Come on, let’s go for a walk”, he commanded holding my hand tight. I wanted to get my white cane and smartphone, but he soundly shaked a chain hanging from the door: “hey, leave all your assistive tech at home, you just need to trust me. Or as an alternative I’ll use the leash! Would you like that?” “At least let me reach the elevator by myself”, I protested; “I know how to find my way around here!” “DOWN THE STAIRS”, he ordered gripping my hand much firmer than usual. “Follow me, I said! TRUST YOUR GIFTER!” Descending the staircase he remained silent, but something caught my attention so I carefully listened my surroundings: it was not an illusion, from the basement someone was tentatively playing the piano using my own instrument! “Come on, come on”, Gifter spoke again; “I know what you’re thinking but music is currently none of your business! Hurry up!” Once again I resigned to him and he guided me through a long street. Without any watch I couldn’t be sure about time, but I could assume we walked for more than half an hour! I felt hotter and hotter with those thick clothes on me and wanted to say something, but his hand firmly holding mine suggested me not to dare anything different from obedience. The ground under my feet suddenly changed, pavement was soon replaced by grass, branches and leaves; air became cooler and I immediately understood the truth: we were climbing a hill! I smiled at him, he planned a romantic poz breeding in the woods! “Here we are in my own place”, he explained making me touch a huge tree. “Breath this air, enjoy the silence around us! This tree once saved my life. I think someone blessed the environment around!” We sat on the ground without ever leaving each other’s hands; sadly he took no step towards sex, so I made my first move: I pulled my trousers down and unbuttoned his! “I know what you want”, he whispered in my ear. “But first we have to talk!” That sucks, every time I want something sexual, my guy prefers to talk! Hunter in the past, now Adrian? “It’s about us”, he replied playfully slapping my ass cheeks. “I must tell you something important. Very important! You have a big responsibility from now on!” “I’m aware”, I said; “HIV will grow inside me and once officially confirmed poz I must give it only to consenting partners. You told me a thousand times!” “No, boy. It’s not only this. You told me about hearing voices, your music player becoming crazy, painful glands in specific moments. Right? That’s HIV trying to communicate with you! Our virus is our best ally ever, you must learn to recognize his signals and behave accordingly because your safety depends on this from now on!” I laughed, not knowing how to react. That news shocked me and excited me at the same time, but I did not want to upset him; his voice tone clearly made me understand he wasn’t kidding at all. “I’m serious”, he warned me. “are you making fun of us? Attention dude, our HIV… My HIV, is watching us and if he notices something bad, he’ll take steps. Including punishments!” ----- -PozCop: This could not be possible! How dare my chaser laugh at our virus! I picked up a long, thin branch from the ground with a strong temptation to whip him on his ass but as soon as I lifted that rudimental weapon, my wrist began to hurt preventing me from going further: maybe HIV was forgiving my boy before me. “Easy”, I said softly; “I have different intentions now!” “Talking to me, Gifter?” Ian cleared his throat and showed me an object from under his ass: “Don’t be mad at me, I was laughing at a pine cone. Not at you! I sat on it without noticing and guessed how small a guy can be with a cock of that size!” “Remember, honey: it’s not matter of how big it is, but how you can fuck with it! Let me show you.” In few minutes we both were naked lying next to each other, our clothes among the branches. I took the pine cone and roughly pushed it into his ole, causing him to yelp. “That’s not the right way to go”, I explained; “unless you like it dry and violent, even if it’s small it hurts. But in this way?” I inserted the cone in him again, more gently this time; he pushed back, fucking himself on that strange sex toy. He pulled it in and out like a pro and asked me to insert my dick too, simulating a double penetration but despite my obvious hard on, I refused: a weird sensation was filling my brain and I had to fully understand what it was! Strange, but I felt like my seed did not belong to my boy in that moment. “I believe this pine cone is as small as Ryan’s dicklet”, Ian laughed pulling it finally out from his hole and starting to suck it. “I guess that guy can’t even get hard!” “Interested in your brother, aren’t you? Like it or not, he’s Hunter’s soulmate and I support them completely. So, don’t stand in their way! You hear me, chaser?” “Understood! But he’s locked, poor Ryan! You should consider setting him free one day. Don’t you think?” “Listen!” I squeezed his neck with my hand; “Who is in charge? You’ve no rights to decide about your viral brothers, it just so happens that I’m their gifter! And yours!” “Yes, sir, but that’s another situation to discuss: I hardly trust you regarding my status, because I never heard of treatment as transmission before! And on Internet there’s no information concerning that. You’re an useless UNDETECTABLE cheater!” I gripped his ears and pulled hard, forcing him to sit up; that matter was not his business at all! I immediately regretted my brutal actions, but at that point I had no alternatives except giving him an exemplary punishment. “This reaction confirms me you’re a liar”, Ian attempted to set himself free from my hands; “show me you’re toxic, prove me you can convert me! Even tests are usable just by sighted people, I have to trust you for checking my results too! It’s unfair! What if you say I’m poz while it’s not true!” Hit and sunk. He was right about this and I had no solution; it was not my fault if HIV test producers didn’t consider to provide an audible or tactile output together with the visual double or single line, nothing could be done to solve the issue immediately and, worse, I couldn't help at all. I cleared my throat in discomfort. “Such a paranoid you are”, I told him; “You’ve disappointed me in the worst way accusing me to be a fake. I actually wanted to breed you here under my tree, but you do not deserve my load! I’m saving it for Sharon or maybe my sister! Bye, mr. frustration!” I didn’t let him reply: I wore my clothes, collected Ian’s, and ran away without looking back! No care for him shouting my name or crying his excuses. I had every right and reason to leave him there, naked, with our HIV as his only assistance; sooner or later it had to happen! “Why are you alone?” Sharon asked me, as soon as I arrived at home. “Where’s Ian?” “He fell asleep in the woods”, I smiled; “going to pick him up later! And you two, girls?” I looked at them intensely: Alexandra was standing, her hand on Sharon’s shoulder while they slowly walked through the basement corridor; I couldn’t believe it, Alex could really walk! I did not expect such a quick progress! “I don’t experience pain any longer, bro”, my sister told me proudly; “your virus is growing inside me and fights hard to help me recover! Hope it really works as you promised!” But as soon as I looked at Sharon, shock was inevitable: she was half naked and her fresh tattoos were clearly visible! Two twin scorpions, one for each breast with stinger pointing to the nipple while a biohazard circled her belly button. Holy fuck! “I’ve made my choice”, she smiled hugging me and showing her slightly protruding belly; “I discovered our child is a male! And I decided he’ll be viral from the beginning! My milk will be toxic, Gifter. That’s why I have chosen to paint my breasts like this. We’ll raise our little boy as a proud gifter like you!” “He’s mine too”, Alexandra clarified. “I’m his biological aunt but his second mother, remember it!” Fear, worry, pride? I couldn’t properly identify emotions I experienced! At first the idea of a poz newborn child scared me a lot, but thinking about him converting his first willing chaser during his 18th birthday party drove me wild! He couldn’t enjoy this rite of passage if we left him neg! And overall I felt relief: no other poz school boy could insult him as a negative, electron, empty box! “Good girl”, I addressed a big smile to Sharon. “Wise choice. We’ll no longer have to worry about him catching a foreign strain or being stealthed! He can live free and proud!” I couldn’t help myself and held both my girls tight, part of my family was completely submitted to me; for the other guys it was just matter of time, of becoming confident with our virus and the bond he created between all of us. Fuck, my face was full of tears and I hardly understood if they were mine, Alexandra’s or Sharon’s. All three of us had to let our feelings flow out! ----- -HIV: The woods, especially the huge tree, brought back my memories. Wind was blowing hard during that day of many years ago, when the Predator abandoned Adri’s body there. I felt death was close for both of us so I freaked out. “Let’s hope this tree falls and destroys your useless undetectable dead flesh”, the murderer said to my poor senseless host kicking him violently, and ran away after spitting all over him. “such a fool”, I thought; “he fell into the undetectable trap, and leaves all his DNA on a cop!” That made me even more determined to help my dear carrier to survive so I encouraged him to get up and run as fast as possible. The predator had to be caught before he could kidnap or even kill someone else! Then he ended up sentenced to house arrest, humans justice is mostly incomprehensible for a virus like me but this is another story: Adri was safe and that’s all what I cared about! And now? I saw him taking his last boy, the blind chaser, to the same place! “My place”, he called it; “where the tree saved my life!” Who rescued him? THE TREE? Did he talk seriously? I felt offended, was it the way he thanked me for everything I was doing? Especially during latest weeks: I managed to defeat his sister’s pain as soon as he injected his toxic blood in her. The illness she had was almost losing its battle under my control and Alexandra was gradually recovering. They needed my help and I gladly obeyed, but what now? The blind guy had me in his blood too, but I felt uncomfortable with him because of all his talking technology so I found no way to make him aware of my presence before ordinary fuck flu could hit. “Take it easy, let him stay alone with me”, I suggested Adri as I realized he was seriously arguing with Ian. “If he wants to be sure you pozzed him, go away! Trust me, I’ll keep him safe controlling him from inside his cells.” Thankfully he followed my advice, refused to fuck him and left the guy naked under our tree; I’m too curious of watching a couple having sex and learn from them, but that moment was more important: it was the opportunity I waited for so long, confronting with the chaser’s blindness without any filters or assistance around! I already helped him once with Gifter’s coffee machine but he never understood it was me, I sent “don’t worry be happy” to his phone to comfort him while he cried for Hunter, and he still didn’t guess what happened; how could I ensure he was able to avoid other risks! One danger in particular was so close to him, I realized it but had no way to keep him on guard. Not yet, at least. In the woods I was upset at first, poor Ian he was crying and screaming “GIFTER” all the time, almost like a human child whose mother abandoned him somewhere. No one but me heard his help requests and the guy was too scared to even try a movement, till I made my final decision: “Hey”, I said; “I’m here to rescue you. Can you hear me?” “Who on Earth are you”, Ian panicked. “Who’s there! Gifter! Please come back! Help!” I saw him exploring the environment with his hands and feet, he even touched the tree and placed his ear on it, maybe assuming the voice came from there. “Wrong source”, I smiled; “I’m inside you! You can’t touch me but don’t worry, even sighted people aren’t able to notice me without proper instruments.” “Holy fuck”, I heard him say. “Holy shit, holy… Holy whatever!” I’d pay anything to own a pair of hands, how to reassure him without touch or sight! It was my turn to experiment another interaction method. “Boy, if you can understand me, stand up!” He complied and I instructed him to walk straight in front of him. “OUCH!”, he yelled suddenly. He bumped on a rock with his bare feet! “I’m completely lost”, he said; “with no clothes or technology to ask for help! Whoever you are I need you to warn me about obstacles in advance as when I notice them it’s too late!” “You’re right, sorry! It’s the first time with a blind person”, I excused myself; “please teach me how to assist you! I’ll take you home safely but we must learn a lot about each other.” I invited him to walk slowly and by lifting his feet some more but we failed again, this time he stepped on a poop! “Those unpolite people”, I complained. “Trust me, you encountered the result of a careless human. Clean your feet on the grass and forget it!” “I haven’t guessed who you are yet”, Ian told me; but something tells me I can trust you.” That was what I wanted to hear, finally someone praised me! I had to find a way to make Ian aware of obstacles and directions and I could become the happiest HIV in the world! “Now let’s try to turn”, I said; “raise your left hand if you experience pain under your left armpit! Then turn in that direction. Received?” He obeyed, again, so I tried one more time: “If you feel sort of electric shock on your foot it’s because you have an obstacle to avoid, so, take a longer step until I tell you otherwise! Same feeling for your hips, your head, according to the size and position of obstacles.” Needless to say, the experience with Ian was the most exciting adventure I had since when I began living the human world actively. We succeeded even this time; physical interaction was going easier and easier, till we finally got out from the woods without bumping on other unpleasant things. Every time he had to turn, I pressed his armpit’s gland corresponding to the correct direction and he wonderfully understood it! Warmth or mild electricity on his feet were for obstacles, and that was all! “I can’t believe I did this alone”, Ian exclaimed maybe talking to himself. “Don’t know, can’t explain what’s going on!” “Alone? You are not alone! Well”, I told him; “if you were neg, you’d have stayed there lying in the wood till you died from hunger! Let me take you home, your gifter waits for us.” “Guide me”, he smiled. “Tell me who you are because you seem better than my white cane, and even than technology or a dog! Fuck, if every blind person could have an ally like you…” “I could disclose my identity right now, but you must promise me not to tell Hunter about us. Accept his presence, his help and even sex if he asks for it.” “But my gifter doesn’t want me to…” “It’s my duty now”, I replied; “take it easy, Ian. Gifter lost his mind for Hunter and can’t recognize who that guy really is. Let me care for you now, time will tell!”

WOW! Another conversion coming! This is the prize extra-religious parents get!

Keep going! I wonder how the original pozzer reacts discovering his chaser is going to have sex with anyone!

I'm the opposite: always had GIFTING fantasies, since I was neg; I had dreams to be the one spreading MY strain, MY lifechanging power to other people -men, women, whoever asked me-. I considered myself disgusting and then when I -unwillingly- got pozzed, when PrEP and U=U were not around, from disgusted my feeling switched to DANGEROUS. I repressed that fantasy for years till I caught my current partner reading pozzing material, we had very hard times to admit our MUTUAL kinks to each other, and now here I am. Undetectable, I can't harm anyone, and I have embraced it all! Honestly I lost years behind questions: am I hypocrite, am I wrong, what's bad about me... What excites me most, is not HIV itself. It's the idea to have a biological, eternal bond, with people I CHOOSE and who CHOOSE me as the person to share this bond with. So, I said, you know what? I love writing, let me accept this fantasy as it is, it's part of my status, writing stories and poz talking in bed, is not a damage - if the partner is consenting to this role play of course. And why not, have nasty poz talk conversations with contacts here sharing my same taste.

I have really had one keyboard warrior approaching me like that. Sermonizing about my fantasies and then saying "I don't believe you are poz". No idea about how old he is and other personal info but I really imagine him as the innocent pretending to be an experienced guy who claims to know everything about life ...behind a keyboard or a videogame console. Years ago I would have felt offended for a similar approach, but now that episode has instigated my fantasy. I'm an author, I use words and I invented a story about him! Reality stops at "I don't believe you're poz, prove it to me!" Then I blocked him every way possible. But fantasy can fly even higher if I want: currently I have no idea of writing more about him, but who knows? Keyboard warrior may embrace his new status and decide to take revenge of all people who bullied him at school calling him names for years and causing his aggressive behaviour towards other gay men. Till his gifter discovers him pozzing unaware guys and punishes the boy locking him in chastity and blocking his access to gay sites. The end of a kbw

so he learns the lesson, next time he'll no longer say "I don't believe you're poz, prove it to me!"

Sorry - formal things are needed too. I forgot to attach it under the story. But ... "Keyboard Warrior" is licensed under Creative Commons — Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International — CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

"NO! I have a boyfriend who does not know I'm taking loads! I'm off PrEP!" This is how to trigger a GIFTER

WOW, a wonderful way to wake up for me!

Oh fuck! I forgot that detail - the conversion video spreading in every social network the guy used to partecipate in. But does not matter, I enjoyed writing it! Let kbw think what they want

I'm curious about next chapter! Yes, they could poz the whole church...

*AUTHOR NOTE*: inspiration comes from a real event but the development is pure fantasy; it's a one-time story, no second episodes are planned. *AUTHOR NOTE 2*: yeah, I fantasize about pozzing some of those sermonizers, but I'll never do it - first of all because they do not deserve any attention both from me and HIV! My virus is too smart to accept such an offense; but at least I can write a story about this... If someone feels insulted, well, I consider it a coming out as keyboard warrior and they already know my answer. --- He appeared showing a lion as avatar and I considered him an Internet user like any other; his name was a series of letters and numbers with apparently no meaning, nothing that could wake up my interest in knowing him further. Till he mentioned me in a forum post I replied to; I explained how gifting turns me on, despite I would never do it for real: "Let me ask", he quoted me. "If you really don't approve spreading HIV intentionally, why are you turned on by stories about it?" Maybe he felt disturbed by my profile, where I openly talk about my gifting fantasies; he didn't give a damn about the fact I was undetectable and could harm no one, even poz talking with complete strangers. He was too concentrated in sermonizing me and continued like that for the following week, with no answer from me. My plan was to exclude him with the "block/ignore" feature but it suddenly changed as soon as he came up with a private message: "You're a keyboard warrior! As far as I can guess, you're not poz! I don't believe it! Prove it to me!" That was an offense to my pride: me, a keyboard warrior? I could immediately send him my HIV test results in real time buying a self-test and recording it on video. "I won't descend to your level", I told myself and let it go without even looking at his profile. "Prove your poz status", the guy insisted every time he saw me on line; "any way you want!" ANY WAY? Fuck, I was getting hard just at the idea of having him on his back, feet over my shoulder, with my raw poz dick buried in him; without even knowing how he looked like or how his voice was. Just the challenging tone of his written words made me think it was time to teach him a lesson! HIV does not care about a person's physical appearance, why should I? But curiosity hit me: his profile was actually interesting! He claimed to be submissive, loved to be used and abused, in several profile parts he specified to be STD free and looking for "safe" people to be fucked by. Sexting welcome. I used the same approach I have for other contacts I sext with, reading his oldest posts I had quite a perfect idea of what buttons to push to turn him on; in a few days of messaging back and forth, he was virtually mine! I skipped on purpose the poz matter as my plan was taking shape: I had to conquest him during a meds holiday! I took my time, easy and daily sexting till I felt his complete submission. "Next week I'll be there", I announced surprising him. "You challenged me and I accepted it!" "Don't know what you're talking about", was his reply; a further demonstration of his inclination: he was a keyboard warrior! A sex hungry one though, as he gave me his address even without knowing how I looked like too. The week passed and I had scheduled an entire week-end out of town. We exchanged numbers but I did never get a call from him, just texts! I also had some doubts in the meantime: what if he texts because he can't talk or hear, if he's deaf and I poz him without knowledge? He could also be on PrEP, we purposely avoided such topics in plenty of time, sex was the only thing that mattered. "Door unlocked", I texted; "I'm there in 30 minutes. Get ready, naked and clean! Surprise 4 u!" "waiting 4 u, clean OK" he messaged me back. Damn, it was really hard to find a parking place near by, but a short walk was worth it; 20 minutes instead of 10, then finally I found an unlocked door as he described. The house seemed empty so, without knowing his name, I shouted: "where's my lion? Poz talk author is here!" No voice came from anywhere but in the end I reached a small bedroom... with actually a young guy sitting naked on a chair. Headphone over his head, a joystick in hands and a war game on the screen in front of him. What the fuck, which trouble was I getting into! My temptation was to turn around and leave, but rationality hit me: if I accuse this guy to be a keyboard warrior I can't behave as such! His appearance though, was not the experienced, sexually active man he claimed to be in messages! "Sir", I heard his shy voice as soon as I gently touched his arm to get his attention. "Is it... is it you? I did not expect you to show up for real!" I positioned my hands on his naked shoulders and tried to massage him; seduction takes time and this one needs patience and trust from me. "You said 30 minutes, it took an hour! I thought you were a..." "Keyboard warrior?" I interrupted him and gestured him towards the bed: "get your ass in there, I have no time for videogame addicted!" He obeyed and was laying on the bed, on his back; I sat next to him with a bag in my hands, staying there without taking my clothes off. He nodded when I asked if he was 18, "will turn 19 in a couple weeks", he smiled proudly. In time for the gift, I thought to myself but didn't say a word. "Finger fuck me", he was begging. His dick becoming hard while looking at me and my bag. "What do you have in there, sir?" Without answering I sucked and rimmed him for a while, his hole relaxing every time my tongue went in deeper. Damn, he was moaning like a bitch in heat! "Fuck... fuck me", he moaned softly. "Please sir, fuck me..." My smile became soon a mischievous grin: "first day we met you asked me a question. To show you my HIV status. Here I am! Now, if you want me to fuck you, we'll perform these HIV tests together and fuck while waiting for the result. Are you game?" His voice didn't speak, but I saw his body sweating and his dick starting to leak precum; it was obvious what he wanted! We set a timer on my phone and left our waiting tests on his nightstand, it was matter of some minutes. I unzipped my pants and, without even wasting time to strip, I inserted my raw dick in him. "OUCH", he whimpered, but without even caring I was slowly and firmly thrusting into him; fuck, he was tight! I felt his tender insides tearing, his blood and my poz precum acting as lube for his probably virgin hole. "Almost there", I grinned pounding him hard, till I was balls deep. Meanwhile the timer was continuing going down and as soon as it showed one minute, I picked up my rhythm. "Almost there", I repeated staring at the tests. "Look at these results and tell me what you want!" Finally the timer rang; one, two, three times, I wanted to breed him instantly but the sound disturbed this moment so I stopped it; responses were now visible, with two and one line! "Oh, no", he started to cry; "You're really poz and I'm not on PrEP... Please pull out!" "Undetectable", I whispered in his ear, looking into his eyes. "You wanted a safe guy, and here I am! Ready for load number two?" He panicked, but I kept him in place with my strong hands; my phone still on its stand, pointing directly to his face. "Tell me what you want, fucking keyboard warrior! Look into my eyes and tell me you want me to stop!" I enjoyed his warm ass walls around my shaft, knowing I could not last longer; my virus happy to have finally found a worthy host. "Please, I want your load... sir, please..." "Better", I commanded. "You can do better!" "Breed me, seed me, impregnate me..." I squeezed his balls with one hand: "which kind of load do you want? Tell me!" "Your positive load, I want... I want your HIV!" His face turning red, embarrassed and pleased at the same time while I flooded his guts with my second load; "take it, fucking keyboard warrior! Take your birthday gift!" I collapsed on him, completely spent. Our sweaty bodies entwined into an unexpected embrace. "Hold it in", I whispered; "I want you to keep all my poz seed in you." "It's not fair", he told me after a while. "You claim to be poz, fantasize about gifting and then can't transmit." "Time will tell", I replied; a last hug, a kiss on his forehead then I left his house. "Want 2 keep in touch", he texted the following day. "maybe a repeat?" "You MUST keep in touch" was my answer. "Let me know if there are any news." No text came from him for a couple weeks, till his birthday arrived and I sent him a message: "u received my gift?" and he answered "Will check in a while, in bed sick now." "On my way", I typed back; "happy birthday, my poz son!"