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I had a very very low self-esteem at that time! When you would do anything not to disappoint the person you think is loving you... But that's the past; no longer worth talking about him (my ex, of course, not Freddie!)

Freddie Mercury. And the poster is still hanging in my bedroom's wall. It is almost 30 years old, well framed and survived to two house changes. When my ex lived here I had to bring it downstairs in my studio because he hated Freddie... How the fuck have I been able to accept a guy hating Freddie, in my house and bed for five years! Low self-esteem does this and even worse. No matter, my current partner has helped me to frame it better, instead.

Selling his neg status is a one-time-action. But then, selling poz status has endless possibilities! Can customer afford full conversion? They pay a high price. Are there discounts or does the seller want to continue take meds? He can be fully undetectable, reverse-stealth the customer and say "it didn't take? Your genetic's fault, I'm fully poz! You want a repeat? Pay full price"...

Chapter 4: the cage Father's perspective Bugdom, 2050. "I'm fed up", my son complained; "...of all these restrictions. You can invite friends home and I can't, your body is hairy and you want to shave me!" His protests didn't make the difference and I took the electric razor in hand; "you know what happens to whining boys, right? Be good", I grinned at him and started caressing his innocent body. My sweet Elias could really be a warranty for new gifting generation. He wasn't mature enough to upgrade though, I was conscious of all damages an unplanned pozzing could cause to my HIV strain. "Your hands on me feel good", he said while my gaze fell on his hardening member. "Someone's eager to become a man", I smiled and continued massaging his entire body. "Before shaving, it's time to take care of this." "Every morning I wake up finding it hard", Elias said, "and even during the night! Please explain me what it means..." "Life generator, freedom giver!" I grinned again and pulled my pants down setting my own hard dick free. "I'm like you", Eli exclaimed, "I don't understand why you force me to hide it! I would like to know how it works." How I regretted the past! Elias was not born yet when talking about sex, even poz sex, was still legal. "Who cares", I said in the end; "Lay down and let's fix all this mess!" "But what do I have to..." I did not give him time to talk more and guided him down with his back on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. A few more seconds of doubts, then my mouth was sucking his 18-years-old hardness. "Feels good", he moaned; fuck, I wanted to turn around and shove my own experienced member down his throat but my father role forced me to compose myself to focus on my duty only. "Don't stop", he begged me while my tongue and lips explored his neg boy meat which already started leaking; I insisted to lick, kiss and suck till Elias could not hold himself. "STOP, GAME OVER", I commanded him taking my lips off him in time. He shot a huge load, spraying cum everywhere and I forced him down to lick it all clean. His organ went soft quite soon; licking the floor was clearly disgusting for him so I took the chance to open a drawer, extracting a chastity cage with its key. "I have been a good boy", he protested examining the metal object I was locking his dick into. "Is this the cage you talk about?" I simply shook my head with a reassuring smile: "no, baby, this is to avoid undesired life fluids. They'll stay safe and hidden with this on!" Now my son was ready and I finally started shaving his body, with him facing the mirror. I wanted Elias to be aware of his transformation in real time. "Being a man implies heavy responsibilities and you're not ready", I explained caressing his now smooth skin; "and the metal you feel down there is a shield against enemies, understood?" "But for radiations I already take the pills, what's this..." "Meds are for internal protection, the shield is for external! Now come, honey, get dressed and we must go to the President's ceremony." "Dressed?" he questioned me, his eyes open wide. "No! If he turns 100, I turn 18, it's a good chance to go out all naked! No longer restrictions, dad, I'm an adult..." A mix of anxiety, fear, worry, every bad sensation suddenly caught me and I lost control; I grabbed his wrist firmly pulling him through the bathroom door, until I reached the living room; Sharon was no longer there so I took advantage of the situation for a man-to-man talk. "Useless electron", I shouted; "I didn't want to make this choice but you forced me. For what you said, you deserve punishment!" "I was joking", he tried to find an excuse. "I am just enjoying being naked around the house like you do, and I'd stay this way anywhere." "You have no idea how much I'd love you to experience freedom like I did when I was your age but times have changed and I must protect you..." He looked at me with his sweet pleadidng eyes. Damned Elias, he always managed to corrupt me that way! "This gaze", I whispered at him; "means you got something important to ask me. Come on, spit it out! I bet you'd like to avoid the ceremony, don't you?" It was not the first time he made me skip that kind of events; fate brought my Eli to this world the same day of President's birthday, and my position as a cop gave me chances to invent new excuses to cover my ass. But after more than 20 years of fake reasons, what else could I find? I really had nothing to think about, without making authority suspicious. "We won't skip the party this year", he surprised me. "I need to confront this old fart head-on, and tell him what I think of nonsense he says and does. I want to look him straight into his eyes!" Breathless, that's the word best describing my feeling; my son had acquired my own same determination! Part of me wanting him to rise against the State, but rationally I was conscious about all risks he was running. "Eli, my love, keep calm", I hugged him from behind holding his body close to mine. "As I said, one step at a time. Life is long..." "I'll come to ceremony properly dressed", he looked at me with a new light into his eyes. "But first explain me this story of electrons and protons. Or, or..." "Or what!" I grabbed his wrists againd and squeezed firmly; until he lived into my house and negative blood was flowing through his veins, I had full power on him. "Or I take advantage of President's question and answers time! Just make me learn a few words..." How could I explain our different status in a few words, how could I make him aware of my HIV's role in this world when he couldn't afford it yet? "It's difficult to shorten, honey! And time is almost up", I just said. "I'll tell you tomorrow, during breakfast. At the table with mom, she's better than me in talking..." He cleared his throat, shaking his head: "you and mom, I heard you talking about this for years..." My face turned red and I hardly contained myself. "Proton and electron. Have these words something to do with gifter? Why mom calls you like that and I can't?" I always considered my boy as smart but I couldn't expect him to connect dots so quickly. "It's a nickname we got from young age", I lied. "Something to do with the ring I gave her when we first dated. Nothing special, it was a silver ring I could afford at those times." "And milk", he insisted. "She told you she had to pause me up with her milk and you didn't let her..." No way, my liar days had definitely gone since long, without me even noticing; Eli had really become an adult but the risk was really too high to accept. "Toxic milk, scorpions on her breasts, dad please... I no longer believe in fairy tales!" The situation turned definitely out of control, hard to admit that my son was not easy to manipulate; so I let him talk. "Pause makes no sense. I have read somewhere about scorpions related to a power, called poz! Not PAUSE! Gimme a fucking explanation NOW! Or..." "Or the fuck NOTHING!" He was evidently no longer joking, I couldn't allow him to dare asking the president such questions or give him the responses he wanted as well. We remained silent for some seconds while the clock over our heads signed 11:30 in the morning then, without looking at him, I took a set of keys from the living room's drawer. "I have two news, Elias", I told him moving the keys from a hand to another, his face turning suddenly sad. "One bad, one good. The good is you skip the ceremony because we would be half an hour late, and the bad..." I soundly shook the keys in front of him and grabbed his arm with my free hand. "It's cage time, Eli. Seriously. For your own safety. Matter of life or death for all of us."

Sorry, I missed it! I love conversion stories, when gifter takes proper care of his own chaser. A feverish hole, and knowing it's so hot because of you... That's very, very sensual! Best experience for a poz man. His very own pride 🦠☣️

And we can resume chatting, of course! Been quite tired lately, but still eager to chat!

Virginity and negativity going away at the same time. Yes. An incest pozzing creates a double, unbreakable, lifelasting bond! Or, if not family, it must happen by a person who's very very close to you! So they can guide you and help you become sexually free and active for life, allowing you to develop your true self and place in this world. Top/bottom/versatile, whatever.

Yes of course this series might end here anyways the boss might become a super-prolific gifter and have Scott as recruiter 🦠☣️

Why shouldn't you! Love is the most beautiful feeling you can experience in life. Don't allow pain to cancel this wonderful part of you! Let me say it by experience, in 48 (almost 49) years I've been in love for so long, and I still am. Of course, every time is different. First time, at the point "or me, or drugs" he chose the latter. What could a syringe offer, better than what our relationship did? Stopped wondering. I suffered but changed my perspectives (now he's 15 years sober and we are still friends). In that occasion I said "no longer love, it's not worth the pain" I fell in love again, this second man betrayed and gave me HIV. "Love is a closed chapter", once more. The third, he made me feel desired and important, he was an abuser. But I was simply addressing my heart in the wrong place, as LOVE was at work, directly in front of my desk, and we mutually pretended to be "best friends" - this one is my current partner, the one who has encouraged me to kick the abuser out of my house, to send away the one who said "who do you think will accept an HIV positive, beyond me?". Don't close your doors, let yourself go with love and passion but never forget the most genuine and romantic part of yourself. Then, I personally don't believe in "soul mate" or "one person for all life long"; circumstances might change it all. But, does it last one month or a lifetime, love is an experience worth living. Vent, cry, scream, spit on the wall do whatever you want (no self-harm, obvious) to wash yourself from tension and disappointment. Then... The show must go on! Good luck.

So fucking exciting! I long for next chapter. Let me say, I was ready, dressed to go to work. Having some extra-time left, I just sat down reading this. And... And guess what, I had to change pants and underwear because I was leaking. I just messaged back and forth some dirty sexting with my partner and cum into his cup... Sealed it with its silicone cap and this evening we'll have a pozcum milkshake honoring you 🦠☣️

Oh, fuck! Keep on going! I love this kind of stories, with family involved!

OMG, this one... Having my current partner's anus as my playground, has been my fantasy for years since we were friends and now I can fulfill it completely! He loves and trusts me, so, we progressed such as in 2022 my index finger inside, hurt him. Now he takes my dick easily, or 4 fingers all the way, for the thumb we must still work on it but we have a lifetime for us! I want him to learn to use his ass hole to hold objects (even food) and push them in/out - fisting would be the most intense connection! But I am quite scared about "very loose hole" yes it would be exciting as you bend the guy over the desk or wherever, and just slide in. But I heard a guy here last year (he's no longer on this site as he deleted account), who said he actually has a very loose hole but he has to keep absorbent material on his underwear very often, as sometimes when he sneezes or laughs aloud, when muscles are contracted and relaxed suddenly, body discards may come out from a no longer fully controllable anal cavity, so it creates awkward situations. This would not like to be the life I want for my man; weak muscles can give lot of sexual pleasure with less resistance but then? Anyways my best horny satisfaction would be when I manage to have him eat a banana with his hole and push it back to me.