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It's becoming hotter and hotter! Keep on uploading it! I was also thinking that one of remaining 49 conversions was in the church! When the pastor talked to Will, he referred to "family" somehow. The biohazard tattooed on his heart seems so hot, so intimate, I confess I'm fantasizing a lot about it!

Here's chapter 10! *Author note*: Please FORGIVE me for any typos, grammar mistake or whatever trash in it; during most recent weeks it has been really hard to concentrate on writing because of my particularly overwhelming days, physically and emotionally; but I couldn't break the promise I made to my readers and followers. Hope you enjoy it anyways, publishing this makes me feel like I've climbed a mountain and reached the top. *** Part 10 - Challenges -HIV: I had just defeated the aggressive HIV strain who was trying to take my place inside Hunter’s body; when I saw the guy punching my human dad, I wondered what to do: bring Hunter to AIDS instantly, or make him faint? The first alternative was too extreme though, I could not behave like my worst enemy! So, I chose the second possibility: Hunter had to lose his senses and have his most recent memories completely erased, hoping that could be the right solution to stop his useless, random, violence. Thankfully I succeeded without any unpredictable events, and seeing Hunter lying senseless on the floor allowed me to remember when I saved my human dad’s life. My first carrier had been in serious danger. His duty was to arrest a terrifying murderer but he ended up kidnapped and locked in a cage by him, suffering every possible kind of tortures. That was the moment I understood I could give something in return to the human being who made me experience emotions for the first time. With his body under my complete control I could take any step, but I had fifty percent chances to save his life, or to cause his death! It was a race against time though, so in the end I made my decision. It was actually the right one! After PozCop lost his senses, the predator assumed his victim was dead and abandoned his poor body in the woods. Freedom, finally. I fought hard to bring him back to full consciousness, fresh air we both felt meant the worst was over so I helped him to run as fast as he could ignoring his painful wounds and so he did till he managed to find another person who called the emergency service; what a success, dad was safe thanks to me! But now, after all I’d done for him, my host hadn't given me any prize yet! Starting a new viral generation by entering another human's blood stream was not sufficient, given that my carrier took care mainly of the new guy and I was becoming jealous. “Ian is blind, HIV”, he explained one day; “he has more needs than any other chasers I gave you access to. Try talking to him, make him feel your presence, and stop whining as usual. Don't disappoint me, behave as the good virus you’ve always been towards me!” This man was only able to ask and order, convinced I could be submissive as all his chasers were but I had to show him who could be the strongest between us! “Remember”, I warned him; “I can decrease your immune system to 50 cells or even lower whenever I want. And don’t threaten me with pills as usual! Undetectable makes me powerless, but your sex appeal will also go away! We both have too much to lose!” “I am always bigger than you, HIV: 1,95 meters versus 0,1 micron; who do you think is the winner?” He was really going to challenge me, but I knew I could do nothing of what I threatened to. All his four chasers needed him alive and strong! “We have to talk”, I finally said; I knew this formula, used by humans when they needed each other’s full attention or had to start an argue. “You’d better listen to me!” “Again?” he asked, visibly annoyed; “haven't we talked enough? What do you need now?” “A name! I have been more than a friend for you and your chasers. Don’t you think it’s time to reward me?” He laughed hard, till tears came out from his eyes; “you often make fun of me, my virus. But this is the best joke I ever heard! A name? Why should I give you such a privilege?” I couldn't accept him to treat me like his slave living in his blood, so I decided it was time to increase his body temperature just to scare him a bit. “What the fuck”, he yelled; “I’m sweating as a beast!” “Listen, fucking human, fever is just the beginning of your trouble if you make me nervous. I saved you once but don’t get used to it; what on hell do you still need from me? Miracles?” He remained silent for a while, thinking. Tears were still in his eyes but this time no laugh could be heard from him. “You got it; I need a miracle. I count on this, you're my last opportunity.” I felt uncomfortable in that moment, apparently his dominant part was suddenly gone and he looked like the weakest creature of all universe. “Save her. Enter her blood stream. Maybe you can change her destiny from inside. I need you, do something to avoid her death!” Her. A woman. PozCop had only two human females he cared about, but while one was his third chaser, the other didn’t convert as I considered there was no need of me, due to their already existing blood bond. “We'll do it my way", he continued; "I don't really care what doctor’s opinions will be so we are bringing her home today. HIV help me, then I'll give you the name and place you ask for. Come on, I want you concentrated. Hurry up!” He switched from weakness to dominance, again. I had to resign, it wasn't yet time for further discussion. “But just out of curiosity”, he asked in the end; “why do you consider a name so important? Look at me. You call me dad despite my full name is Adrian and others call me Adri, PozCop, or Gifter... The last one is even better. What about you? HIV is not enough?” “Not at all”, I replied; “Every human gives a name to animals or even objects. Why not me?” “Because I should find a suitable name for you but currently I have no idea, honestly my priorities are different at the moment.” “Listen, PozCop. My request is especially for your boy. I wish he could be able to call me in case of need, like he does with his machines Alexa, Siri or whatever. Allow me to assist him!” “This is my virus”, he finally smiled. “Now let's go, your reward comes after your mission at the hospital is accomplished. Understood? Do your best!” Here it was, another advantage for me! In that moment I became aware that pills or condoms were no longer something he could use to scare me; I was able to decide his beloved people’s life or death! ---- -Ian: I woke up, disturbed by sounds; after taking two loads from Gifter that night, he plugged my hole and we fell asleep. The situation was weird though, he laid down next to me, and I heard him talking. “That song”, I smiled. “I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep”. For a moment Hunter came back to my mind; it had not been long since we discussed inside his car, after he discovered I was a bug chaser. And now, I heard my gifter talking to someone about people he cared for, including me. Finally he stopped speaking but didn't move, so I took the chance and gently touched his shoulder. “Gifter”, I whispered; “wake up!” “I’m awake”, he replied turning around and pulling me in a tight hug; but when I attempted to kiss him, he pushed me away. Too late, I already felt the salty taste of tears. “Don’t cry”, I encouraged him; “every problem has a solution. Never give up, man!” “The damage is done”, he just said. “And now all I can do is wait for the inevitable to happen.” This behaviour was not like him, he wasn’t the Gifter I knew. I grabbed my smartphone which started to speak immediately and positioned it next to him; “no idea of what you’re talking about but look at this machine. It gave me independence back! My blindness has no solution but at least I can count on my device for most everyday needs. Science and technology are quickly progressing!” “And so are diseases until they end up with death!” He answered with his face pressed against the pillow, I could understand it from his muffled voice; he definitely felt ashamed of his tears! “You’re strong enough to face any challenge”, I kissed his warm shoulder trying to comfort him one more time but no further answer came from him. He got up from the bed and caressed my ass tenderly; “Sharon and I must leave for a while, honey; Hunter and Ryan are around if you need some sighted help. See you later!” No morning fuck, no breakfast together; he ran out the door and in a few minutes he was gone! Gifter never treated me like that and I had to discover what happened to him, in a way or another. To distract myself from awful thoughts, I played a bit with the plug he inserted in me after the night’s breeding session, pretending it was his dick pushing inside me; I felt lost and alone in that empty bedroom and took a decision: I had at least to have his underwear on me, to feel his scent all over my skin. I opened his drawer and explored everything inside, looking for the sexiest underwear he had; but suddenly something fell down! Fuck, a bottle. A medicine bottle. I took it in my hands, touched it, shook it too. No label was on it, but I recognized its shape. Hunter had similar meds to treat his HIV! I was tempted to open it but gave up as soon as I noticed it was sealed. Was it Hunter’s, or Ryan’s? Till a bad thought assaulted my mind: what if it’s Gifter’s instead? If he is a liar and claims to poz me while he’s undetectable? With no hesitation I called his number and he answered after a couple rings: “Hey, my boy! What’s up?” “Adrian! You owe me explanations!” I replied; no nicknames exist for me when I’m nervous, this was the first signal for him to keep his guard up. “Someone’s angry”, he said; “but I can’t talk now.” I supposed he was in the car, as I heard the engine and music in the background so I quickly took the chance: “We have to talk, Adrian. As soon as possible”; but he ended the call abruptly! I was alone, again, holding the meds bottle tight in my fingers. Leave it where it was or go downstairs to find Hunter and ask him if he’s the owner? I decided to place it in the drawer where I found it then, naked as I was, I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs to get something for breakfast. As soon as I reached the kitchen, I heard male sex sounds coming from somewhere; maybe television was turned on with a porn video, Hunter or Ryan had fun with some live streaming? Trying to guess what was happening made me hard and leaking! I had still Gifter’s plug in me, maybe it was worth forgiving him for the meds if that meant further breeding. “I’d better prepare a coffee!” I told myself fantasizing on my poz future, and reached the machine. “Press the square button on the front to turn it on, then the round one on its right side”. Gifter messaged me accurate instructions regarding that appliance, so I had no doubt about actions to perform! But while the front button produced the usual beep, I heard no sound when I pressed the other one. As every attempt was a failure, I found myself forced to swallow my pride and search for assistance; the other guys could never refuse to help me! But where to find them? Hunter’s mobile phone was off and I didn’t have Ryan’s number, so I started walking through the house. Getting closer and closer to the living room I realized sex I was hearing was not a video! Two guys were clearly panting so I started walking slowly towards the sounds. “Hunter”, I called with no embarrassment; “is it you?” No answer; only moans, panting and skin on skin slapping sounds. It was obvious the guy saw me, but they didn’t care as I could not see them! “Recharging you, slut”, the top suddenly screamed. “Let’s show the pig what he’s missing! Why don't you join in, lurker?”

I'm undetectable myself, and send all paranoid people to hell. HIV stigma is still present and there are MANY articles mentioning intentional transmissions, they say "the man gave HIV to [high number] of women, he has followed a treatment for years"... So, the message spreading, is "you are under treatment? You are poz? You have unprotected sex? You're a spreader". Even if the truth is another, and it's science talking about this. Serophobia is like homophobia, one is directly connected to the other and journalists/politicians... never pay for what they write or say. They aren't aware that a word injures more than a sword. Knowing this, I have learnt to talk only when asked. I had some regular sex partners who were mostly serophobic. "I get fucked only by people I trust" then when I asked if they knew what Prep was, one of questions was "prep? Are you talking about preppers, who believe the end of the world is imminent?" Listening to such ignorance convinced me THEY DO NOT DESERVE to know my real status. If they use "trus,t" as a mean of prevention, if they get pozzed it's NOT my responsibility. In my conscience I know I'm harming no one, I have no duty to disclose my status to anyone. Then, yes, I have fantasies where HIV is involved. Poz talk and so on; but people I share them with, are aware I'm not causing them any damage. You can fly high with roleplay, I also try to answer ironically to serophobics, those freaks must not feel they're making me uncomfortable. I tend to balance fantasy, reality and information when needed - for the rest, f-off.

"we were been told" also that the ass is an exit-only hole and so we believed... Till we experimented otherwise. We were been told that to avoid HIV it's needed to play just with one person - "the love of your life" Too bad that I followed this path but the so-called "mr. right" at that time, was the one to poz me after cheating continuously; and so it has been for many, many other people even straight, married ones. I personally believe in sex education and also in all the matter of safer sex; there are condoms, there is PrEP and so on, but above all I believe in education in general but the condition is one: education has to provide information, not judgements. Awareness, not fear. Making people feel they're wrong, is the right way to guide them to self-denial or even self-destruction. I have learnt at 44 years old not to judge myself and to really embrace who I am, and I'm really proud to see younger people being themselves without caring about whatever around them.

Definitely a good one! Hope to see Gary convert - or is it over like this?

Thanks for support, I am getting better and better! Hope to deliver something new during this week-end! Can't promise when.

Hot, but, Stuart says he owns Kenny then allows his whole team to fill him with their loads. Given that situation, how could he ensure that the slut will be pozzed by his own seed? Or maybe he has pozzed the whole team without their knowledge?

Good luck - hope it's not another blank shot Fingers crossed.

Will is Dominic's 50th conversion, so, he deserves a very special treatment, tattoo and celebration party!

I'm feeling sorry for all readers who are enjoying this story; I planned to post chapter 10 this week but an unwanted guest joined my blood stream giving me symptoms and attempting to bond with my HIV. Damned COVID, that balls-buster should go to sleep instead of disturbing the king of my cells - and me. Or at least the two of them should play TicTacToe inside my DNA without annoying further.

Fuck yes! This twink will soon feel LIBERATED when the neighbour's seed finally takes!

Another good, hot, romantic pozzing story. I have loved it!