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He has a superior DNA. Let's wait to see what happens to Hunter who still continues not to believe in the smart talking HIV

Chapter 8 finally here! --- Part 8: Look at the pig! -HIV: Chemistry. That was the correct definition for what I saw; my carrier and Ian, the blind guy, were no longer able to live without each other. “We call it love”, my carrier explained, “and soon enough you will live in Ian’s blood stream too. He’ll teach you what this feeling means, I’m sure” The bad sensations Ian gave me were subsiding due to talents I discovered he had, starting from music; my first copies lived in a singer’s body and knowing Ian played piano was one more reason to fully approve their bond. Without his previous boyfriend around, this guy showed all his devotion to my carrier PozCop. And to me, despite he didn’t know about my skills yet. “Why are you treating the virus as a human being?” Ian often asked this question to his soon to be gifter, without getting a proper answer: “you must trust me and you’ll learn it by yourself”. But if the neg guy couldn’t hear me talking and it wasn’t his fault, I did not understand the way he was called by his future gifter. Pig. It’s true, PozCop listened to my fears and the first time had protected sex with his chaser preventing me from transferring to the new host; but then? What was dirty or wrong? Ian was just attempting to save his gifter’s loads in the only way possible: tasting my carrier’s DNA before the main event. It didn’t take long for them to get home and after bringing suitcases upstairs, I finally noticed Ian and my carrier walking hand in hand towards the bedroom, more excited than before. How proud I felt, this time he perfectly understood my signals and when I saw him making out with the guy I was sure next fuck would be the right one. Such a lucky virus I am, my current and future hosts are allowing me to participate in their life better than any other HIV in the world! And knowing my transfer to Ian’s body has some witnesses, makes me feel even stronger emotions. For the first time. Yes, this is a good start to enjoy human emotional lives. --- -Hunter: I was still on PozCop’s bed, half asleep, when a sudden buzz came from my phone; I opened my eyes and Ryan, my viral brother, was no longer next to me. Maybe Gifter ordered him something and he had to obey! Thinking about this, I unlocked my smartphone and found a weird message: “Ian needs help, look at the video please”. It came from Sharon, the girl who helped my former boyfriend during his everyday life. I did not want him to hate me after I dumped him, so I hoped she was trying to reunite us. “Look at the pig”, she said smiling at the camera; then the scene moved to Ian. Using his backpack as a table, he was sitting inside PozCop’s car eating and sucking a used condom, with his tongue coming in and out from his mouth savoring all cum contained there. I paused playback, conflicted on what to say: whose cum was that? What was Ian becoming, without me? All this mess happened only because I decided to have two gifters instead of one. But no, my guy has not guts to take revenge on me, I’d put my hand on fire for that. The door opened, abruptly interrupting my thoughts: Sharon came inside the room, followed by Ryan, and sat next to me. “We know how you feel”, the girl said; “I am aware you want Ian back. So, you must obey to all of us!” “And you also don’t want Gifter to punish you for cheating”, Ryan added; “well, from now on do not protest, whatever we’ll do to you. Don’t make us waste time, when Gifter comes you must be more than ready. Now get your ass of the bed, and stand up next to the coathanger.” With a malicious grin, Sharon took my phone and selected “Family/Friends” groups from contact list: “Remember cheater: if you rise up against us, all your loved ones will become aware about your real slutty nature.” I took a deep breath and stood up, while Ryan gave some ropes to the girl, who lifted my arms and tied my wrists to the upper hooks and Ryan took care of my ankles, tied to the hanger’s feet. “What, what are you…” “I said don’t protest!” Ryan almost screamed, fastening a tight blindfold to my eyes and pushing a dirty cloth into my mouth. “These are my first poz fluids”, Sharon smiled. “Suck them and don’t talk or move. Otherwise… you know what’s next.” I only knew I had no way to fight for freedom, my duty was to be a toy for whoever was coming! I heard footsteps approaching from outside and stopping in front of the open door; tied as I was, I really felt vulnerable! Without any words, Ryan and Sharon applied a tight collar to my neck and a short leash attached to the hanger’s lowest hook. “If you move you’ll strangle yourself”, they warned me; “so you know what to do. We don’t want to hear any sound coming from your useless undetectable body, don’t disappoint us. Or you end up locked in chastity”. Other two people were coming, and I perceived their deliberate intention to act as I didn’t even exist! I immediately recognized Ian and PozCop talking to each other, they referred about a big event and someone filming, I started to feel my heart beating fast. Ian, my love, my future chaser, was a sex toy for everyone of us? Or I was their doll? I really did not understand what was happening, till PozCop ripped the blindfold and cloth violently from my face allowing me to see them clearly: both of them were naked and hard, making out in front of me! --- -Ian: “Hey pig”, PozCop whispered shaking my shoulders. “Are you ready?” I nodded, smiling at him: everything was definitely true! I was breathless after climbing a staircase, hand in hand with the man of my dreams! The same man who recently pozzed and impregnated my best friend but strangely I did not feel jealous at all, I was rather happy for all of us. “My suitcase”, I reminded him trying to focus on other topics. “I do not trust leaving it here in the corridor. There’s my computer inside!” “I’m a cop”, he remarked squeezing my arm; “PozCop. Your gifter. No one will harm you or steal your things till I’m around! Now strip and leave your clothes here.” Maybe he was right to call me pig, this man had completely corrupted me in a short time! Who could guess I’d accept to strip naked in a stranger’s house before! Even worse, without hesitation I packed my belongings and consented to move with him no matter what was going to happen! His expert and seductive hands on my body, sent all doubts away: in no time our clothes were on the floor next to my suitcase and I felt his warm fingers exploring my skin. “I could fuck you here”, he smiled with his lips on my neck; “but the main event is in my bedroom! Let me take you there!” He held me tight in his arms, guiding me through the corridor; I had the impression he did not want me to explore my surroundings with my touch or smell, all that mattered was his embrace and it felt so right! I finally experienced the floor change under my feet, cold marble of the corridor replaced by a soft, warm carpet; I realized we entered a long room when suddenly he stopped walking and pushed me ahead, towards an obstacle I didn’t immediately identify. “Fall”, he commanded; “relax and let yourself go! It’s soft, trust me!” He deliberately hit my knee with his, causing me to lose my balance completely; I actually fell down and realized to be on a mattress! “This is our family bed”, he told me guiding my hand on the sheets. “Every chaser of mine has stayed here in all conversion phases. From gifting to flu, to their first poz fuck with me.” I tried to retract my hand but Gifter’s grip was firm! I was disgusted, my fingers were touching a big dried stain of who knows what biological fluid or whatever. “It is Sharon’s”, he continued positioning his fingers next to mine; “here I took her virginity, negativity and conceived our child. I know how close you both are, so I decided to convert you on the same sheet containing her last neg fluids. It’s a rite of passage, you’re becoming brother and sister in a few weeks.” He laid next to me starting to lick and kiss all over my body while ripping off the bandage I had on my shoulder to cover the bite he gave me during the protected fuck we had at my old place. When the wound was totally uncovered, he began to suck it hard, making me yelp in pain. “Still neg blood coming from here”, he complained; “now it’s time to fix this!” “So you mean you’re going to fuck me bare?” He didn’t answer; his dominant tongue invaded my mouth and he kissed me hard, searching for my hole with his fingers. “Poz me”, I begged him breaking the kiss; “give me your superior DNA now!” “YES, now it’s time!” He almost screamed, getting up from the bed. “Just one more second.” Where on Earth was he going? I heard him walking around bare feet on the carpet till I noticed other strange sounds: he was pulling a chain, maybe a leash or whatever. And ripped another bandage from someone; did he bite another chaser, was there someone else in the room? I suspected so, I felt at least another man’s breathing there but I had no courage to ask questions; I had always imagined my pozzing as a one-to-one intimate event with my gifter but I understood it was not the case to protest. Losing this man could be a disaster for me! When I heard him approaching the bed again, I was already on all fours with my hole twitching in anticipation. He slowly started to insert his tongue in me causing me to moan aloud. “Fuck, Gifter”, I said. “Your tongue feels so fucking good!” He continued like that for some more minutes till I got completely wild: “Fuck me now”, I whimpered. “Make me poz!” Finally I felt him entering with a finger, then two, then three; “I think Hunter didn’t give you such attentions, am I wrong?” Why was he talking about my former boyfriend in this situation! “Yes”, I shyly answered. “Sex with him was boring. Really boring.” Again I heard a strange chain sound and a male voice yelping in pain, but I could not recognize who it was; my gifter seemed not to care about it and insisted talking dirty about Hunter: “Imagine your former partner is here, Ian”, he told me while teasing my hole with his dick head. “He’s getting the appropriate revenge for leaving a wonderful boy like you!” “Who gives a damn about that fucker! I want you Gifter”, I pleaded; “give me your toxic load!” With a couple hard thrusts he was all the way in me, bareback of course. Lost in the sex euphoria I thought to hear someone taking pictures but Gifter kept me concentrated on our fuck. “These are your last neg minutes”, he announced; “there’s no turning back!” Our bodies moved simultaneously in that long waited fuck session, his arms surrounding me and holding me tight in a passionate embrace. “Tell the world what you want”, he suddenly said. “Scream, chaser, scream aloud!” Once more those camera sounds filled the room, but my gifter’s body and scent made me forget them: “Poz me”, I begged again. “Give me your HIV!” “Say it”, he ordered. “Let Hunter know how worthless he is. Who do you belong to, boy?” I was getting close and he understood it but he seemed determined not to make me cum; “I’m yours”, I panted. “Gifter Adri, PozCop, you’re the only one who owns me!” I had to admit it, sex with that man drove me crazy like no others and I screamed my pleasure even louder, squeezing his bare member with my hole. “HUNTER!” He suddenly shouted holding my hips firmly. “Watch me! Do you like how I’m pozzing your boyfriend?” He was trying to increase my excitement, I supposed. Till I recognized Hunter’s voice coming directly from the wall in front of us! “Ian”, my ex cried; “my love, please don’t…” “Shut up, undetectable!” PozCop commanded to him; it was true, my former partner was tied to the wall with a chain. Or a leash, I couldn’t be completely aware of what blocked him there but I was sure he was not able to move properly. “Fucking blank-shooter, your time has expired; let Ian make his own choices!” Hunter started to protest, causing the chain to tighten even further; I was conflicted then, despite enjoying the fuck I did not want to hear the guy I had loved for a long time, strangling himself to fight for freedom. “Do you want me to stop, my chaser?” Gifter asked, without pulling out from my hole. “It’s your last opportunity.” He stopped moving but didn’t take his warm hands off my hips; he began to caress me instead, trying to calm me down. “I never… I never cheated”, Hunter still cried. “I promise, Ian, come with me and I’ll stop meds completely. I forgive you boy, please, let me be your gifter!” “Say it”, PozCop whispered again caressing me more and more passionately. “Tell Hunter who is owning this hole! Or tell me to stop! It’s up to you!” As an answer I pushed back, allowing the man’s dick to enter me in deeper; I felt he was getting close so I started moving back and forth again, faster and faster. “I’m sorry Hunter”, I almost sobbed. “He is my gifter now. Breed me, PozCop!” “Here it comes”, he grunted spanking me hard. “Take my highly toxic cum!” I finally felt complete with my man cumming inside me, I had known it since I met him on the Internet for the first time and in the end the day had come; totally spent we collapsed on the bed, where another stain formed: my last neg seed was now mixed with Sharon’s blood and whatever else coming from other chasers. “Tell me the truth”, I asked Gifter; “Hunter is not the only one watching us.” “No”, he grinned, “Sharon was filming everything and Ryan, your second viral brother, took pictures. But trust me: Hunter has been hard for the entire event!” “Yeah”, Sharon confirmed; “I have everything documented in a video and soon enough it’ll be published on Internet. Just the time to prepare text and audio descriptions for you to fully enjoy your conversion while experiencing your fuck flu.” “Game is not over yet”, PozCop told her; “turn the camera on again because now I’ll free Hunter. His duty is to insert my biggest anal plug in Ian’s ass to keep my loads safely inside.”

Good, as always! Thanks!

We'll wait! As always, time will tell. If things go in the right way we think we're going to publish "we have to talk" chapter 8 tomorrow.

We're almost OK now, it's just matter of setting something up.

We agree! And are curious about how it will go on!

This is the story which inspired us most. This author is prolific and gives us a lot of ideas! Our character Ian is inspired by Owen - let's see if he becomes a gifter as Owen is!

Sure! We hopefully write chapter 3 soon.

Simply emotional and erotic at the same time. Thanks and again, keep it going! Can't wait for developments!

Good luck for your journey. We temporary suspended our writing too, for some events of real life. It's good to explore our fantasy in any way possible but never lose control of reality. We'll wait for developments, in general. Hoping the best for you to achieve any goal you wish.

We hope to! Evilqueerpig don't leave us hanging! 😃🤗☣️

Another deep-inside chaser who didn't just know to be such! Nice shot!

We're not sure about all that matter of a comparison between HIV and pregnancy. Of course every person -with fantasy or real desire- has their "why's" and "because's" and trying to make assumptions on other people's life or sexual fantasies is a judgement itself. We both lived many years locking certain fantasies in the closet without coming out to each other and it has brought a lot of unhappiness and auto-stigma. And yes, we were both the first to be aggressive towards some sorts of fetishes, but well, we just discovered it was only a way to blame ourselves. We were envious of others talking freely about certain subjects, it was like the animal who looks itself on a mirror and attacks it thinking to be confronting an enemy. Bz was the mirror we just refused to look at. When we started to read invented and real stories involving our same fantasies, we slowly embraced them. Life is short, fuck it! About pride and all that stuff: honestly we think pride is important for awareness but it's not necessary to bring our most intimate fantasies or desires, outside. About consensual HIV transmission we have an idea: there are many fuckers around who glorify to break anti-covid rules, who drive using smartphones, who even join dangerous "challenges" to appear in social networks. Then these are the same who blame LGBT community for std's. Then they're the same who have sex with the entire universe without protections or testing. Then they say we are the problem. We do not think it's useful to tell the world which sex fantasies or desires we have; many straight men tell the world what they -in real or fantasy- did the night before but we think that's not "normal", if we want to use this word. Maybe it's us, but we simply don't care. Our sex life is ours and no one has the right to know or judge.

We are! Even if we started to call ourselves "a couple" just recently. Neg half is on PrEP, poz one undetectable but we could be safe even without PrEP. That treatment is used because we are open and we don't want a transmission to happen accidentally. PrEP has given us a sexual freedom we did not have before! Then, well: conversion and all that stuff of chasing and gifting for us is just fantasy and role play during sex to make it more spicy but that's all, we do not feel the need -and the reason- to share HIV condition in that way even if we clearly respect people making other choices. We have a close friend -lady- who is straight and had a long-term relationship with a HIV poz man. They used condoms, even to avoid other type of accidents as she has some health issues preventing her from using hormons to avoid unwanted pregnancies. But their relationship ended dramatically for other reason. Let's say that man was of course careful and respectful regarding his condition but a complete asshole for the rest. Humiliating his girl verbally and then saying he would never beat a woman. Yes, true, but tongue often injures worse than a sword. In that case HIV was involved as people tried to explain his aggressive behaviour. But as a serodiscordant couple we do not share anything about that. HIV does not make you a good or bad person; if you're a piece of shit, poz or neg, must be treated as such. Since our experience we do not believe nowadays being a MAGNETIC -serodiscordant- couple with a normal and eventually condomless sex life is a problem. It'll be a problem if you judge it yourself. If you're full of auto-stigma, above all. When I -the poz half- discovered my partner's HIV fetish I was afraid he wanted me only for my status. And when he discovered mine he was afraid I stayed with him to stealth him sooner or later. Well, NO. We took our time, our hard argues, also staying apart. We called ourselves "friends with benefits" for a sort of virtual comfort zone but it's clear we cannot live apart. Remember, every magnet works because it has a minus, and a plus. Bye.

I'm the neg half of PozTales duo. Unfortunately my partner's health is still poor he's very weak so it's two days we do not touch the story. We hope to keep both our writing in control next week as we do not like to leave any job unfinished. No matter likes or whatever reaction; an unfinished story means treating our readers without respect. Bye.

We push this story up, for our romantic chaser friend who wishes to read. 😘😘😘

Hope so, but for now we're K.O. For the story's anticipation: - the virus gives full approval to Ian's conversion; - PozCop punishes Hunter for having been converted by a stranger; - In the punishment Ryan shows his dominant side and PozCop feels proud of him...

Sorry for delay. We are slowly writing chapter 8. Initial intentions were to forget bz till next week but, well, we left for a vacation with some friends and... Out of 5 people, we are 4 sick. No covid but fever, cough, cold, and weakness. It's like our poz fantasy of every neg friend of ours in fuck flu, but this is a blank shot. Let's update next week, we hope! Both with this and the story about the writer. And yes, we're also studying about a third one starting with 4 sick friends out of 5, and no one knows who the gifter is.

yes, we love this too! Poz this guy up! So he gets rid of his serophobic sex education!

"I don't swallow your cum till your test pops positive".... Good gifter, this is how to treat those nasty neg chasers. Make them cum and spit their useless seed back on them.