PozTalkAuthor

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

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!