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So Reggie is Matt Senior's gifter, did I understand it right? In that case the bond among all character is really incredible and unbreakable! Or he's just Sam's gifter?

Chapter 9 coming. 🦠☣➕ Hunter finally starts to realize where his place is... ----- Part 9: the day has come -Hunter: There was nothing I could do about it: PozCop had planted his seed inside the only guy I loved in my life and, if humiliation was not enough, they both accused me to be a cheater! At that point I had just to satisfy the man’s needs but, as soon as he set me free from leash and ropes, I could let all my anger flow out: I picked up the plug he had placed on the nightstand and without any gentleness I pushed it inside Ian’s sloppy ass. “Ouch”, my former partner protested; “you’re hurting me!” “I don’t care”, I screamed spitting all over him. “Dirty fucking bastard! One day you’ll get everything you deserve.” I growled as an angry lion and violently kicked the bed, till Gifter Adri grabbed my wrist pulling me away from his bedroom: “you’d better come with me Hunter! We have to talk, once and forever.” His voice didn’t allow any reply and I only had to obey as usual, oblivious of Ian who begged us to stay; my ex had Sharon and Ryan to care of him if he wanted, now I needed to confront Adrian seriously with a man-to-man conversation or even something more, if necessary. In silence I followed him through the long staircase down to the basement; I remembered some recharge fucks we had in the sling mounted there but when I saw Adri’s gun leaning on a shelf, I knew fun was not included in his plans. “Please”, I implored. “Do not shoot me!” “Who told you I could do it?” He addressed me an evil grin; “someone’s conscience is guilty! Better, dirty. The judgment day has come, Hunter. Face it, now or never.” “No way you can force me to do a blood test. I’m undetectable and this is enough for me, investigating on my strain doesn't make sense at all!” “That’s another matter, dude, we’ll discuss it later. But now there’s something more important. Listen to me, dirty pig!” My whole body shaking, tears in my eyes, I tried everything to avoid his gaze but he surprisingly placed my hand on his naked lower belly where I could notice the skin was not normal. “These damned scars”, he complained. “They start from here and go down my whole shaft. Some are also around my ass hole, I have been fucking burned! And then…” He pointed his finger to the wall in front of us: a girl’s photo was hanging there protected by a glass panel, her beautiful and happy face almost looking directly at me. “Alex”, he yelled gripping my hand abruptly. “Alexandra Miller. She’s my beloved twin sister who is currently fighting against a cervical cancer, doctors estimate she has three more months left before leaving this world. Do you understand, asshole?” Shocked. This term was not enough to explain my reaction after that news; I knew Alex, we were close in the past but we hadn’t been in touch for at least two years and now, how could I be involved in this tragedy? “HPV”, Adri whispered almost in tears. “This illness has completely destroyed our lives and Chaser Ryan took the blame but recently I have learned the truth. Despite yours is supposed to be a hybrid strain, my HIV is in your blood and managed to tell me everything in detail, fucker! I know when you brought HPV-pocalypse home and who gave it to you.” “Always the legend of talking virus? Don’t make me laugh with this bullshit”, I grinned at him but my smile soon disappeared: I couldn’t hide the HPV evidence! STD’s happen and I knew it from the beginning, when I was a teenager and started my very first sexual experiences; why being 100% safe, I have always loved sex! Men, women, the riskier the better so I couldn’t reject that masterpiece of a man some years ago, when I noticed a small wart on his penis. It was nothing, I believed, something that can be quickly treated but no reason to miss a fuck with a sexy old guy like Arthur! I met him some time before my encounter with Gifter Adri, Arty knew soon enough I was a chaser and I had fun with two gifters. How could it be wrong and above all, who thought about possible unrecoverable damages? I simply left everything to chance. “Shit happens”, they often say. And now? Many emotions invaded my mind, there was really no turning back; what if I had a cancer too! Scared, guilty and powerless. That’s how I felt! “It was not intentional”, I tried to explain holding back my tears; “you cannot accuse me anyways. When you fucked me, I was unaware of what I was carrying!” “You’re lucky to have a loyal viral brother like Ryan. If it wasn’t for his sacrifice to protect you, your sexual encounters could have stopped years ago. My twin sister’s aggressive HPV is your responsibility and so was mine, and Ian’s. Accept it!” “How could I notice”, I cried; “No visible lesions were on me! Alexandra and I had just some oral contacts a couple of years ago then I went for a complete penis check up only when Ian got some small warts, and he had to burn them. Unlike you, I had no relevant consequences. What else could I say!” “Three is the perfect number, right? Are you proud of people you infected?” Gifter’s tone was turning angry again, I didn’t have any energy to look for further answers; “and last but not least, are you sure Ian loves you?” he continued, without caring about my feelings; “I can show you the truth, given that our HIV has unsuccessfully tried to inform you about everything before you could pop your boy’s cherry. You didn’t listen to your virus though, you were too concentrated on fucking around.” He walked to the room’s opposite corner, where a laptop was sitting on the desk; a big screen to the wall at my right was soon broadcasting some images and texts: Ian with a sex toy deep in his ass, Ian fingering his hole and moaning aloud, and synchronized with pictures I read all chats between him and PozCop! It was obvious now, the two of them knew each other before our very first date! “Ian, or better BlindChaser, wanted me to take his virginity and negativity in one go”, Gifter continued showing his frustration; “but at that time I was in a very difficult mission out of country so I entrusted him to you. What a wrong choice I made!” I deeply breathed, trying to prevent my anger from coming out all at once; “I love him”, I managed to whisper, turning my head away from his eyes. “And you forced me to dump him in the worst way possible.” “I trusted you Hunter, I considered you as my first viral son! If something happened to me in that mission I had at least a second generation guaranteed for my strain and you betrayed me. How could I guess you were an HPV receptacle or, worse, that you brought my poor HIV down to undetectable!” “I did everything doctors suggested me, and you’re saying I was wrong?” “Hunter! You’re just a cum dumpster, a nature's mistake; and I’ll never allow you to touch Ian again. Never! He’s mine from this moment on! My brotherhood is no longer here for you, trashy whore!” Hearing those words I bit my lips and let out an animalistic growl, soundly hitting the floor with a foot. “Son of a bitch”, I screamed as loud as I could and tried to punch Adri but after that… I am not sure about what happened. I just remember my fist hit something but not him, and when I opened my eyes after a while, I was lying down on a couch with Ryan and Sharon next to me; no signs of PozCop or Ian anywhere. Who knew how much time had passed! “Easy, bro”, Ryan said softly. “Maybe you had a bad dream. Everything is OK, we’ll look after you.” “But my finger bones are broken”, I complained. “I don’t know, I feel like I’ve bumped on something.” My viral brother took my hand in his then tried to move my fingers in an almost sensual contact, and comforted me: “maybe you hit the floor collapsing down, nothing is seriously injured. I assure you, broken fingers cause a pain you can never forget. Listen to your brother, take a nap and you’ll be better!” --- -PozCop: Hunter’s reaction was not ordinary anger, it looked like roid rage. But as far as I knew that guy never took steroids or similar drugs! Instinctively I felt scared and wanted to call my co-workers at the police to help me blocking him, but after I quickly escaped from his fists I saw him losing his balance and collapsing, senseless; in that situation I only could call Ryan to help me assist him and, at least, give him a more comfortable place to lie down. The guy’s breathe and heart beat were regular, no need to call for emergency so we just brought him upstairs in the living room where finally we clarified the whole matter: that temporary consciousness loss was not a coincidence! I live this kind of experience too when something or someone gets me in trouble and my HIV prevents me from taking unrecoverable wrong steps, now it was time to let Hunter understand how lucky he could be. If only he allowed us to verify his HIV strain’s origins giving me the possibility to ensure about my latest assumption: maybe gifter Arty polluted Hunter’s HIV less than I could even guess. “Leave him alone”, Sharon suggested me; “take care of Ian, Hunter is our duty now. We’ll solve remaining issues between us. Go, please!” “What about if his anger explodes again!” I was really afraid for Sharon, my third chaser was pregnant and I’d never forgive myself if someone could hurt her. “I said go, Gifter”, she repeated; “if something wrong happens Ryan and me can manage it by ourselves. Ian needs you, I’m sure!” I couldn’t disappoint my favourite girl, so I kissed her forehead and reached my bedroom as fast as possible; she was right! Ian was on my bed face down, crying. “Go away Hunter”, he implored between sobs, hearing my footsteps. “Leave me in peace!” I took his hand into mine and stayed still, until I felt him respond to my contact squeezing my fingers; discomfort lasted for some more seconds but Ian ended up turning on his side when he finally recognized who was touching him. “Gifter”, he said at last. “How could you love a negative pig like me! I feel so dirty…” “Your neg days are almost gone”, I reassured him; “my load contains millions of HIV copies. Remember it!” “It’s no longer in me”, he told me touching the blood-stained butt plug leaning next to him. “I had to take it off as I felt pain and your load came completely out. Hunter may have ruined my insides, I’m so sorry for the seed I wasted!” “Nothing to feel guilty about! I’ll give you another load very soon”, I hugged him tight but he pushed me away when I tried to kiss his lips. “Hunter spit on me”, he still sobbed; “and pissed into my mouth. I drank it all but feel so degraded now! I don’t deserve your attentions at all…” I closed his lips with a finger pulling his body towards mine even more, if possible; I really didn’t care about what Hunter did to him, Ian was mine and every cell of our entwined bodies was proof of that. “Come on”, I gently pushed him towards the bed’s edge; “we’re going to take a warm shower together and you’ll become the poz chaser I want you to be. Trust me and let’s wash all negativity away!” I extracted a key from my nightstand’s drawer and guided my boy towards the closet; “I do not understand”, Ian was clearly reluctant to follow me; “are you hiding a cage there? Will you lock me in? I don’t want to…” I held his hand without saying anything else and moved all my clothes to the opposite wall, revealing a secret door which I opened using the key and pulled Ian in the huge hidden bathroom, locking it from inside. “Here no one sees or films”, I announced, “or comes to disturb us. Now it’s time to do our own business, I want to poz you up as I always promised. Just me and you, to make our bond even stronger into my secret room.” Our dicks started to get hard, but I had something more urgent to do: opening the warm water and let it flow on our naked bodies. “This feels so good”, Ian told me rinsing his lower belly. “Give me some shower gel if you have it.” I took a big bottle from the shelf in front of me then spread the liquid all over his body and hair; “this is ginger and mint, the flavor I told you. How does it feel?” No answer was needed, Ian’s dick was rock hard when my hands rubbed the soap on it! But that wasn’t enough for me, so I inserted the same fluid in his hole pushing two fingers inside. “No damages”, I reassured him; “otherwise you would have screamed in pain! It’s a fresh feeling, right?” He nodded, bending over and moaning aloud. In a few seconds I found myself with three fingers in him! “I want to feel your hand in me”, he begged; “own me completely!” I succeeded with a fourth finger, but when I attempted to insert my thumb Ian yelped in pain. “I can’t do it at the moment”, I explained; “your hole needs training and this will take some time. We have all life long to experience everything, honey! Don’t be in a hurry. Once again I tell you: trust me, I’d never hurt you. Wash me now, boy! Explore me!” It was my turn to fill his hands with gel; “it’s creamy”, he said licking his lips; “if it wasn’t for the smell and temperature I could imagine it was your load.” “Your reward comes later! Touch and wash your gifter first. Show me you’re a good boy!” I felt like a doll in his hands! First tentatively then passionately, he began to touch me, spreading the soap all over my body. “I’m not a sculpture”, I encouraged him; “if you want you can be rough! Use those talented fingers on me, you won’t harm me at all! Don’t be afraid. Make me feel how eager your body is!” “May I…” His hand slowly reached my dick and started to move up and down, bringing me to full hardness; I had never felt so excited before with just a hand job! He playfully squeezed my heavy balls, I was almost ready to blast my load on his fingers. “Stop! And don’t even suck me”, I commanded noticing he was kneeling down; “I’ll teach you an oral trick some day but this toxic load is for your hole!” “I want to fuck you”, he surprised me; “with my finger at least!” I bent over and exposed my ass but I guided his hand through it, I wanted to keep complete control of my own body. “Hunter never let me touch his hole”, he told me; “he said alpha males never get finger fucked!” “Alpha male? Hunter?” I laughed hard while spreading some more gel on Ian’s fingers; “He is rather a bitch! Believe me!” “Like you”, he replied inserting one finger in me, but when he attempted with the second, I stopped him. “This hole is virgin, Ian. Be careful as I’ve never bottomed in my life.” “So, you have been pozzed as a top?” He asked, visibly curious. “Or what?” “Injection”, I answered; “A long story I’ll share with you after full conversion. Time to talk is up, let’s rinse this soap off then I want to fuck you!” He seemed worried for the space in the shower but I made him explore it all, there could have been place for three more people if I only wanted! But that time was just for us. I couldn’t resist my boy any longer so, after stopping the water flow, I told him to lie down on his back; in no time his ankles rested on my shoulders and almost immediately I was pushing my member inside his hungry hole. Such a good lube I used, I was aware that gel was effective in many ways. “It feels so fucking good”, Ian moaned; “you feel so good. I want you, Gifter!” “I am changing your life”, I whispered thrusting all the way in; “scream, chaser, no one will come and rescue you!” “Fuck me, fuck me harder”, I heard him shouting; “take my neg status away!” “Pozzing you good, dirty slut! I’ll impregnate you like I did Sharon!” His ass walls seemed to live their own life becoming tighter and tighter around my shaft; “continue like this, chaser! I want you to cum together with me!” “Getting close”, he replied, and I pulled almost completely out interrupting the fuck abruptly. “I decide about your pain and pleasure”, I told him scratching his hips with my nails; “cum or scream only with my permission! Do you feel my toxic precum inside you?” “Yeah, Gifter, give it to me!” I was losing track of the time; we went on fucking like that for a while then I made him turn face down: I wanted his neg load to go completely away! “Infect me”, he continuously begged; “give me your poz babies! I want your DNA in me!” I increased my speed, cumming was matter of seconds; the room’s steam was making us sweat more than normal and we enjoyed our mutual scents, mixed with the gel’s flavor. “Are you ready, boy? This is your last possibility to change your mind!” “Poz me up”, was his only answer; his hole twitched once again around my fuck tool and finally I exploded a torrent of viral seed into him while his blank seed spraying from his member, ran through the floor till it slowly flowed down the drain. I let my dick soften and pop out from his ass by itself, then laid down next to him, surrounding his body with my arms. “Now you’re pregnant for sure”, I whispered at his ear. “And I’ll breed you here every morning till it takes. This is our private room where we can share any fluid we want! No fear to stain clothes of red, yellow or whatever.”

Wish the girl will enjoy her new life and status! I have a pozzed girl character too but she is totally consenting and proud.

Part 9 anticipation: Adri -aka PozCop- confronts Hunter in a man-to-man conversation but Hunter still does not believe in talking HIV. Till evidence hits him... They both understand that nothing is worth arguing for but Hunter is still reluctant to go to the clinic for strain identification.

We also found a name for the virus but we won't spoil it. The name must be earned as a prize when HIV shows their ability to rescue another human different from original carrier.

May I say this is super-hot and excites me every time I read it?

This chaser must really learn to stay at his own place. He'll pay that request. "Gifter take me home"... Time will tell!

Gifter could soon lose his patience! But he knows how to have his chaser back

But we never spoil whose life will be saved by the virus... We'll leave you all hanging!

Chapter 3 is ready! --- Part 3: the conference My fan and me spent all three days dirty chatting to each other, exploring our most extreme fantasies; “I know we’re just sexting but I’m in the submissive mood now”, he posted once in my private inbox; “you make me smile every time you send me a message.” Wow, this guy was completely in my hands! I could use him however I wanted! I admit I have never been too much into hardcore fetishes, but his darkest desires simply drove me wild: fisting, rough fucking, blood coming from his ass or even my fingers during foreplay. He definitely wanted to be pozzed and fully owned by me, no doubt on that. When the event’s day arrived, I was proudly wearing the most elegant suit I had. Who cares about the conference and whoever guests in there, I wanted to look elegant for my bug chaser! But watching among the crowd I didn’t seem to recognize him. No one with a visible biohazard symbol drawn on clothes was apparently around. I sat in the front row waiting for my turn to talk on stage, tempted to grab my smartphone and write to my fan telling him I was there, or insulting him because he ghosted me, but in the end I saw the sign! The guy sitting next to me had a biohazard on his t-shirt, but I didn’t notice it immediately because moments before he was wearing a closed sweater covering everything. I observed him, becoming aware of a detail making me proud: above the biohazard, a text was clearly visible. “Owned by Gifter Pro”. Yes, the word was just PRO, when my nickname everywhere was “Gifter Proton”! “Sorry if I used a different nickname for you and I deleted mine”, he excused himself; “but the shop where I ordered this t-shirt warned me the text was too long, I had to give them a shorter one. And at last this version gives you more power!” “I always say he’s completely crazy”, another guy spoke from the seat next to him; “sorry sir, but when HIV is involved, Jeffrey gets in trouble every other day. I’m Patrick, anyways.” “I’m Benjamin.” I shook both hands and introduced myself, despite usually I don’t care of names: I’m the Gifter and every neg or unknown status, for me, is chaser! Roles count! “Jeffrey does not exist for you”, my fan spoke softly towards me; “with you I’m ChaserBoy till you upgrade my status and ask me to become a gifter!” Many boring performances followed up on the stage, everyone talking about their books or stories where HIV was somehow mentioned but for us there was nothing exciting or new: the topic went from condoms to discrimination or meds and prevention, some thriller books with a HIV positive criminal or attorney, then nothing; ignoring Patric’s useless preach about how gifters were dangerous for the whole community, ChaserBoy and me almost thought to leave the event and go directly to our reserved room for conversion; but in the end the organizer called my stage name: “Gifter Proton has been invited here to tell an alternative point of view. Everyone here knows the dominant opinion about HIV but we wanted to listen to something different today…” “Catch you later”, I whispered to my chaser; “stay here till I finish my speech!” I seductively squeezed his shoulder then climbed the stairs to reach the stage; now the whole room was listening to me! “HIV creates a sacred bond between its carriers”, I started talking. “This is the key concept. Everyone here knows how to have unprotected anonymous sex with as many people as possible till the test comes out with two lines, in this way it’s easy; but then? What’s next? Nothing special, poz cumdumps similar to many others. A generation of orphans. Well, it’s not what I want from my chasers!” From the last rows, many people started to get up and leave the event causing a big smile on me: “see these fuckers”, I continued; “they feel offended because they are already toxic cumdumps, knocked up by who knows what anonymous pig, or they wish to be such but feel too ashamed to admit it.” Patrick addressed a rude gesture to me looking for my attention but I clearly ignored him: “for me a chaser is a son and needs my daily attentions, that’s why I haven’t converted anyone yet; I’ve been undetectable for many, many years. Now the time has come though… I want this bond, I want to be a permanent part of someone’s life. Unlike traditional family, a viral brotherhood is a consensual choice for a biological bond among two or more individuals. That’s what I am describing in my written stories, and what I’ll soon experience in real life with my boy.” I stared at ChaserBoy who nodded and smiled back: “this guy will soon be my first, since our initial messages I have understood how a good boy he is and that he deserves to carry my HIV. You see folks, pozzing nowadays can be programmed. Gifter needs to stop meds for some weeks, and if on PrEP a chaser must suspend it for at least one week. Much time to talk, many days to finalize the decision or turn back. And even after, you can attempt post-exposition treatment till 48 or 72 hours from the gifting event.” “Never!” ChaserBoy interrupted me standing up, proudly. “I have never considered that crap and am very happy to have finally met my gifter. I feel already an unbreakable bond with him, we’re blood of the same blood.” “It’s unpolite to interrupt someone’s speech without raising your hand”, I reproached him; “you see, my soon to be first born has still to learn a lot!” People in the room began to throw paper planes towards me, make noises with their smartphones or simply insulting me and my chaser aloud till the organizer took the microphone: “Stop it, this mess is an effect of the public’s envy. I am sorry towards Gifter Proton for general unkindness, so I simply cut the questions space off. You’re all free now, happy pozzing for the lucky ones!” “Don’t do it my friend”, Patrick implored ChaserBoy; “you could regret it sooner or later. Please listen to me, listen to a person who loves you!” “Fuck off drama queen”, my fan replied walking towards me; “let’s go, Gifter! I can’t resist one more minute!” We had to run fast, some crazy fans wanted me to perform a selfie with them or sign a copy of my tales printed on a book; but life was too short and my virus itself was longing for a new host. Finally in the car, I turned my GPS application to find the hotel I reserved for me and my chaser. I did not care about prices too much, ChaserBoy was my first and I wanted him to enjoy the full experience in an appropriate environment. He stayed the whole journey in silence and I respected him; too many emotions were passing through his mind, it was quite normal to be so overwhelmed. He didn’t even want me to turn music on, despite he knew I reluctantly drove without something playing in the background. “Gifter”, he suddenly asked extracting his house’s keys from his waist bag. “Take me back home, please.” I cleared my throat, unsure on what to answer; was he kidding? Why should I turn around now, it just took another couple of kilometers to reach our destination! “You’re suffering the car”, I assumed. “If you want we can stop and take some fresh air outside.” “No, the matter is different. Maybe Patrick is right”, he replied. “I am getting in trouble with my own hands. Please, take me home.” “Fucking keyboard warrior”, I told myself. I took a deep breath and turned the car around. What to do now? In the end I had to respect my chaser’s decision hoping to have him back soon enough; I could never talk about family bond then forcing him to follow me! There are currently many methods to help me reach my goals, and they’re much more effective than violence. “Yeah my chaser”, I smiled at him; “I’ll take you wherever you want but remember, if you change your mind again you know where to find me. You can count on me as a friend, for now.” “It’s better that way, I prefer to continue our sexual messages exchange if it’s not a problem for you.” Why not! I said goodbye to him with a tight hug in front of his door then, back to my car, I grinned to myself: of course we’ll continue our sexting, everyone needs a second chance!

This may be a misunderstanding here, maybe we did not specific it properly: "Adri" and "PozCop" are the same character. It's like talking about "peter parker" and "Spiderman", "Farrokh Bulsara" and Freddie Mercury", "Vlad Tepes" and "Dracula", etc. HIV has not yet earned the right to obtain a name; a human being's life must be rescued thanks to the virus, first. And regarding names, Hunter will be called in many ways. Cuck hunter, Undet, Dumpster, and even PUNCHER - stop spoilers!

We will go on with the story, yes! Now we think Hunter will be forced to confess he was the one to bring a hybrid strain in the family. He'll get in big trouble and someone non-human will rescue him in time