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Could I leave this with open ending... I'm conflicted! Seems that dystopian world is transferring to real world and I honestly am feeling not in the mood to kid on it any longer.

Epilogue coming tomorrow - I can't tell you how it ends now ---- Father's perspective Me in the sub's role? Never, I promised it to myself and to the virus I carry inside my blood but this was a self-punishment for having left my precious books lying around. How much I missed my youth, when we experienced sex and talked about it freely. "You and Scott ruined some of my main plans and it's my fault, not yours." I addressed an angry look to the President's picture then punched the bed's headboard. It was definitely inappropriate to tell my boy the whole truth. "Experiment on me now", I encouraged him again; "I'm your intelligent robot. Come on, play with me!" Elias stood next to the bed, unaware of regrets running into my mind; I stripped naked leaving my clothes on the floor then laid down on my back like a rag doll just for him to explore. He remained silent staring at me, his hands shaking: "I'm yours", I begged him. "Pretend I'm your friend Scotty!" My son suddenly exploded in a laughter: "how could I", he focused on my hard dick standing and leaking precum. "Scotty's life generator is much, much smaller than yours. And than mine. But I just saw it, never dared touching it!" "Life generator, right. It's the organ which made you", I laughed as well. "But once we called it in another way! Cock, dick, as you prefer!" His hand in mine, I guided Eli's trembling fingers toward my erect member; "play with it boy, it won't sting you." I mischievously grinned without him noticing and let him explore it from the base to the tip. Precum began flowing more and more copiously and he retracted his hand, scared: "I hurt it, it's dripping... I'm hurting you!" Having my 18 years old naive son's hand on my dick caused my load to build up while I relived Sharon's initiation. "Like mother like son", I thought but rather than speaking, I guided Eli's hips toward my face; "sit here", I instructed, "I suck your back door while you play with my life generator, what do you say?" How could I talk like that, as a cop I got used to use President-approved language without even realizing it. "Teach me..." He had no time to finish the sentence because I was already invading his mouth with my dick and his ass with my tongue. Fuck, he has been a good learner from my books! His lips seemed a vacuum cleaner, Elias hungry of me. Or just curious? I felt his tongue circling my slit, then licking all around my dick head like it was an ice cream; mine was going in and out his ass, and every now and then I even enjoyed giving soft bites to his ass lips making him giggle. Soon enough I got close and quickly pulled out without giving him time to savor my precum which he was clearly enjoying. "Good taste", he said; "I want more!" But I turned around just in time: "if you eat my life generating fluid it'll never work as I expect. Let me show you heaven!" Eli licked his lips, looking at my still hard and dripping member; he didn't notice it before but I had placed a white, smooth sheet on the mattress next to us. "What's that", he asked exploring the smooth texture with his innocent hand; "what is it needed for!" My index finger pointed toward the wall, just above my bed's headboard. "Son, look at that artwork hanging. You'll get one identical soon enough." "Let me guess", he smiled, "it seems like..." Then he rolled off me, my spit dripping from his hole. "Oh heaven, it seems... It looks like dried blood. An old trophy from the war, isn't it? Tell me!" ---- Elias's perspective "Look at that artwork", my father said. Hanging above my head I saw a truly unique frame: under the glass I noticed a white sheet, perfectly identical to the one on dad's mattress but it was dirty! "Blood", I stared at it terrified. "Whose life did you take during the war?" He shook his head and smiled: "it's your mother's, boy. It comes from the night Sharon and I conceived you." Next to that frame I noticed another one to its right, hiding two unusual object I couldn't properly identify: they looked like medical or cosmetic sticks with a window in the middle, showing two bright red lines each. "This is you", he pointed his finger on one of the sticks. "It meant your mother was pregnant of you. And the second one is another kind of pregnancy, it indicates when Sharon got the power to make you a man right from your birth but you were such a little innocent baby so I didn't let her. I wanted you to decide by yourself what was best for you." Confused I tried to focus on the sticks, to distinguish one from another until a combinations of letters on the second one, reminded me something dad said to his male friends. "So real men have HIV", I repeated his past words without any shame. "Real men can impregnate men and women, is it right?" "Men, women and robots", my father whispered to my ear; "keep it for yourself but I have impregnated all President's servants without him even knowing." I looked straight into his eyes, scared and excited at the same time: "So you say you're going to make me a man, does it mean you give me that HIV thing?" In silence he grabbed two unlabelled recipients from the nightstand. Apparently they were identical, containing pills of the same color. "I lied to you", he confessed. "You didn't take vitamins for your whole life, it was PrEP!" Another word I read on those books, it had two meaning. Preparation, but I didn't remember the second one. "You prepped me for what", I asked. "To save me from radiation? Please, tell me." "Honey, except for Scotty and you, everyone has HIV here around so I had to protect you. Those pills were a shield preventing HIV from entering you, until last week..." He grabbed one of the bottles and shook it violently. "Since last week you've taken medicines from this bottle. They look like the others but it's just sugar, I had to prepare you for today, no longer protection needed!" His organ was still hard and I grinned at him, hoping he could make me taste its liquid again but he pulled me in a hug instead: "my dear boy", he caressed my whole body with his hands, "I love you so much." I felt his tongue entering my mouth and it took a while for me to respond with mine; I already played like that with Scott, but dad's approach was much more dominant as he almost reached my throat! Our bodies connected together in an embrace, my poor organ painfully locked into the metal cage he forced me to wear some time before but another new overwhelming sensation made my entire body shiver! I felt something warm entering my back door and suddenly it started to burn inside like someone was using a blade in me. "It hurts", I complained breaking the contact with his mouth, "please... stop... whatever you're doing!" In that moment I understood it was his finger! He extracted it from my hole and inserted it in my mouth together with his tongue, his organ getting even harder against my thigh. I felt a metallic taste and as soon as he took a step backwards I asked him: "is it mine, why do I taste metal! Am I a robot or what else?" "No", he replied smiling. "Just the metal taste of your own blood. Now lie on your back, on the white sheet, and take the brush." A sealed toothbrush on my father's nightstand? I had no idea why and didn't dare to ask him the reason, but emotions betrayed me and I obeyed with no questions. "Now open it", he commanded, "and insert it into your hole." No toothpaste, no water there, why should I have brushed my teeth when I hadn't even eaten! But as soon as I was bringing the toothbrush to my mouth, he stopped me: "in the other hole, boy! Shove it in your back door and brush it! Deep!" "Strange way to clean out", I thought, but I did what he said. I gently inserted the brush inside me and began to slowly, carefully, massage my hole's walls pretending to have soaped its bristles. "Oh, no, no, no", dad seemed to lose his patience and took my hand off! He grabbed the brush's handle and started to vigorously brush my insides. The edge, the main entrance's walls then he went deeper, with me screaming in pain! Blood started to come out from there, dirtying the white sheet. "Here it is", dad smiled watching the stain forming. "Almost ready, resist for some more seconds." It hurt so bad and I bit the pillow, remembering what the President always says during his events: "a real man never cries" so I hardly managed not to scream. Locked, shaved, bleeding and now crying I couldn't let my father treat me that way! ---- Father's perspective Once again my little boy in need of protection: "it's all over, now", I comforted him withdrawing the brush from his hole. Bristles were red, blood dripping from them and I locked it in a glass box without touching it further. "You're ready now boy, your last seconds as a little kid have finally come!" "Dad! No, Adrian ... I'm scared." Taking some precum from my dripping dick I fingered his hole once again, ensuring it was well lubed then I lifted his legs on my shoulders. "Breathe deep", I ordered; "I'm going to conceive you a second time." "It hurts", he managed to say as soon as my dick head began to enter him; "go slow please!" I pushed a little further and he responded by pushing out, his tight hole making me precum even more. His blood and my toxic fluid were the ideal lube for me, so I took control: "another deep breath, boy, it's almost done!" After some firm thrusts I was all the way in, his tight ass wrapping my shaft completely; the moment I waited for so long had finally come and soon Elias was converting to full manhood. I felt him pushing back, accepting me inside his body and his moans were clear signs of pleasure. "Feels ... feels good now..." he moaned, his skin beginning to sweat. "I never... never lived something like this!" "And the best has still to come! Eli, push. Push against me, my boy! I want to impregnate you." "It bleeds! It hurts now!" "Nature is having its course", I explained him; "last bleeding before conception. Keep calm and enjoy the moment, relax that hole for me." Balls deep inside his ass, I stopped for a moment letting him get use to me then I began pinching both his nipples until he started moaning, and milking me again. "Make me, make me a man", he begged. "I want you to give me a new life." I planted my nails on his chest skin: "call it with its name, what did you read on my book? Look at me, dirty bug chaser!" Another hard thrust inside him, deliberately reaching his second hole with no regard. "Ouch", was his answer. "You split me in two!" "I lost my mind for you son, make me cum you faggot!" "Give it to me", he pleaded almost crying. "Fill me with your…" He stopped and stared at the door, frozen, so I encouraged him again: "tell me, tell me what you want, and look at me dirty slut." "POZ ME!", he finally screamed. "You're my gifter! My poz gifter! My toxic…" "What a show", I heard Sharon's voice out of the door. "I can't miss the moment!" She entered without knocking and stayed there standing, with a large smile on her face and her tattooed breasts pointing towards me. "Come on Eli, tell your mother what you want!" "To be pozzed", Elias screamed between moans. "I want to become a gifter, I want to… become a man!" Sharon playing with herself and our son begging me to be pozzed, sent me over the edge. "Ready, folks! This is the moment! I'm cumming!" "Claim him, Gifter", she yelled; "make it y ours Forever! Fill him!" Fuck, how much cum I sprayed in him; it felt like a couple liters and I still was hard! Exhausted, but hard. I finally collapsed on my son, who was dead tired as well, the blood on our white sheet starting to dry. "Get out of there", Sharon whispered and she pushed our son to the other side of the bed. "Let me take care of this cloth, I'll keep it safe." "Hurts so bad, mama", Eli complained; "please give me something to calm the pain!" "Go, Shaz. Go to prepare some food for us, I'll take care of him", I replied opening the nightstand's drawer and extracting a plug. "Here boy, I give you this and my seed will absorb into your body for the Whole night." We remained there, entwined one another, on my bed kissing and cuddling for hours; that night I took his hole once more but fucking became an daily routine for the following weeks. He definitely became a champion who made me forget about books, he had them printed in his mind! It was just matter of time for symptoms and we were counting the days. ---- Scotty/Bella's perspective I left President Greg's house with a mission: to find Elias and bring him back to my Master. Wearing my rubber clothes with Bella's name engraved on the jacket I walked across Bugdom's roads, sure on where to go. Rarely someone stared at me, seeing robots Walking was the norm and no one realized I wasn't artificial. When I finally arrived at Elias's place I rang the bell and his mother came to open: "I need nothing", she said mistaking me for a street vendor. I tried to speak but no word came out of my mouth, so I gestured her: nothing to sell, I need a battery charge. "Oh, those bugged bots", she remained at the door, upset. "Come in and I'll find a charger." I followed her inside and when she closed the door I just stopped there looking around. No hint of Elias, nothing was left of all the mess he was used to make leaving books and electronic devices lying around. If his mother only guessed how many secrets I have learnt on him and his family through his unlocked gadgets! She opened a couple drawers in the living room, then found a plug with a cable she connected to a socket. "Here for you", she told me, "now explain where I can charge you!" I shook my head and tried to talk once again but just a weak moan escaped from my lips. "Oh, she exclaimed tenderly wlile trying to set me free from rubber; "I got it, you're a slave doll! Who's your master?" I pointed my finger at my chest where the name "Bella" appeared, then at her tattoo with "ADRIAN" printed between her breasts. "I hear you", she finally smirked, "you're one of Adri's dolls. Let me bring you upstairs back to him." I wanted to talk, to explain, but I was unable to say any word; reached the staircase's last step we just froze, hearing unmistakable sounds from the master bedroom: "POZ ME", Elias's clear voice yelled. "MAKE ME A MAN!" Adrian was clearly having sex and inside me I became so envious, Eli was obviously being claimed before I could do or say anything else. "He's no longer in need of you", Sharon told me; "one moment, stay here then I'll bring you down in the cellar", and she disappeared in her man's bedroom. I was alone once again and, certain that no one was seeing me, I started crying. Some hours later I was hiding behind the bathroom door but I heard the couple talking in front of the bedroom. "I want you Shaz", Adrian said to his partner; "Elias sleeps and it's our time now." "No", she cut off any conversation; "remember our deal. Sex only after the results you know… And if you're horny just take Bella doll. It just came here by chance, play with it and see if it's a trap! Your duty, cop!" Wow, success! Better than I could have guessed! Although Master Greg prohibited it to me, I spread my legs and started fingering my back door, the only thing I could to to vent in that weird situation thanks to a hole Master left open to let me manage my physical needs. I enjoyed to bounce up and down on my two fingers till I heard Adrian entering the bathroom, naked. He immediately noticed me and without speaking he began touching me; I had to hold myself or I could lose balance, rubber skin was starting to hurt me all over my body. Still no words came from my throat, so the man decided it was time to inspect me. Unlike Master Greg he was gentle, his warm hands explored my rubber skin but didn't dare to take it off. "Bella", he commanded once finished my upper body. "bend over." I complied, there was nothing else I could do, and two fingers entered my backside door. "hmmmm", he licked them once withdrawn from inside me. "This tastes human ass! Who the fuck are you!" Something clicked into my mind, I had to get rid of my rubber clothes and inability to talk. In a way or another I had to rise against Greg, and ask Adrian to claim me. But how could I! Not receiving an answer he addressed me a mischievous grin: "who cares if they're poz or neg", Adrian said loudly. "I'll fuck the brain out of them anyways!" I vigorously nodded and bent over the sink, surrendering to my fate. ---- EPILOGUE COMING TOMORROW. The virus and President Greg are waiting to have their space.

Sorry me, when I'm nervous I use wrong words. I meant, "VOTE WISELY". I really don't know how I'd feel in such a situation. With the world's weight over my shoulders maybe. When last June I voted for European parliament I was really really upset! It is no longer matter of Trump or Harris, Macron or Lepen, Meloni Scholz or whomever; with conflicts, global health, climate change and stuff, we can no longer afford the comfort to say "which difference can I make, voting those folks would change nothing they're all the same". We are in a condition where autocracies are stepping over our heads and the climate as well. Good luck to the world let's hope it will be in wise hands.

Let's not give the responsibility to divinities in this case, the only responsibility for whatever mess is happening is yours, American people. Because the world's future is in YOUR hands. Too easy to give the task in hand to some supernatural being when pencils, or whatever used to vote, is in your damned hands. We are all in America's arms for meds, for tech, for western world's main 20/21st century's progresses. So vote cautiously.

Definitely in need to be pozzed up!

I doubt "pig" is an appropriate label for me, but there have been a couple events helping me get rid of some sexual prejudices and inhibitions. First of all, the rule "never bother a married man". My current partner was formerly married, and the event has been a stupid computer-related bet "the loser strips naked" he was sure to win... He didn't!!! We already had a background of deep confidence, his marriage was over, and things went as they went. Other event? My fetish I can't mention here. When I caught my ex reading Twitter profiles related to that particular kink, forcing me to deal with what I didn't want to admit to myself. The result is that now I feel a happier man, satisfied both sexually and emotionally, who no longer feels wrong because of a fantasy and overall I don't feel to have ruined any "family" as that marriage breakup for him was just matter of time.

yeah, I agree - now it would be hot to have another installment where the guys meet again as main character's gf dumped him because she caught him watching Grindr. Just in time for him to show fuck flu signs

It's coming out very very long so I split it and publish every point of view as a singular part. Now the first part of the boy, pre-pozzing phase. Yeah I love to leave my readers hanging, like some of them do with me when they write their stories LOL ---- OUR STATUS, OUR STATE Chapter 8 - lifechanging choices - part 2. Elias's perspective Tears began falling from my eyes: dad was calling me "faggot" and that reminded me something scary. "Don't... don't call me that way!" He slowly massaged my shoulders again with his warm, strong hands; I was shaking under his touch, in a sense of fear and excitement all together. "It's like... President called Scotty that way and kidnapped him. I always relive it." It happened one day when my best friend Scott was expected to meet me out of my house's gate and we planned to hide in my room to read some books; we were few pure young humans left, school was mostly a secret activity and teaching programs had to be approved in advance by the President, who wanted all of us to enroll in his Army. "I feel... I feel guilty", I sobbed pressing my face on the pillow before continuing to explain. "Well, Scott didn't show up and I ran to his place! At least, if he changed his mind I could even understand him." "I told you", my father talked with his usual deep voice, his breath over my lower back. "I warned you to forget that boy, he's not for you... Yet!" "I just wanted my books back!" Dad was starting to lick and kiss all over my ass cheeks but he suddenly stood up, grabbing my hips with his strong hands. "Books, you said? Paper books? I never gave them to you Where the fuck did you find them!" He pushed my legs off the bed, forcing me to stand up as well; "look at me, and tell me the truth. Or you want me to pick handcuffs and tie you again? I'm not kidding!" "We were just experimenting", I sobbed; "I found those books on the kitchen's table, I supposed they were for me and I took them." "Those volumes were last chance for young boys", my father shook his head; "but they contain old theories. A good experienced gifter as I am does not need those any longer, but you should learn from there. Tell me where you put them!" "Gifter", I repeated, my tears becoming a weak smile; "I read those pages and then..." I relived a day some months before, when Scott and I locked ourselves in an abandoned, rusty toilet and I brought the book. Chaser, gifter, poz, all words were there and I tentatively tried to put all dots together. "If your body comes into contact with mine we both become gifters", I told my friend, "after all, we don't work so differently from current creatures around". I looked at president's videos when he showed robots with holes and cables being inserted, and we enjoyed using our fingers or tongues into each other's mouths, ears, noses... until that morning when I read on the book's last page that the gifter's charging port was the one which law prohibited to even mention, but everyone called "the dirty exit gallery": anyone trying to access there, President-approved lessons said, would have died very painfully and abandoned to themselves by all living beings in the world. "Let's try to connect through the exit door", I proposed and our exploring went deeper in each other's back door. In the end it wasn't that dirty, just needed daily washing as we both were instructed to do, but after some minutes of fingering we didn't feel any pain so I gave Scott the book, suggesting him to read it in bed. From that day Scotty's parents locked him at home until he decided to break the window and jump down, at any cost, to come find me and return me the books. "Stupid boy", my father yelled in an angrier tone; "they were MY books and Scott stole them!" "It went worse than that", I sobbed. "I ran to his place, hoping to face his parents head on. But I found firemen there, all the house was burning down. There was the President as well, he was insulting protons while smiling at firemen, I don't understand what he was saying!" Dad interrupted me, pulling my ears; "you have no idea of what risk you put all of us into, and overall, yourself. But let's look at the positive, very positive, side of all this mess." He grinned at me and his hand massaged my whole body again. "Don't think of Scotty any more, if he really is your friend he'll come back. And if he's smart enough he's saved our books. I feel it. But forget him now, for sure, because I don't want you to meet him." "Who knows if he's still alive", I replied; "that day with firemen I saw President Arvil taking him by his wrist and pulling him like an animal. He called him... He said faggot. Yes, faggot. Worthless faggot". And I repeated it, staring at the President's photo hanging out of the window, like the Government ordered every house owner to do. "Worthless faggot, you are a worthless faggot!" "Vent, scream, insult whomever you want with no regards", dad encouraged. "Let all this negativity go away, before I eradicate it permanently from your insides. You're becoming a man, Eli. Spit out the past!" "Adrian please, if things ever change for the better, promise me you accept Scott as my boy..." He stopped me again: "don't run too fast, you can't date another human in these conditions. Let me challenge you. Try on me what you read on those books."

More than a talking HIV virus what do you say? Mine has never been banned or warned for that, so...

Oh fuck, even a double penetration for them! One neg and one poz load - hopefully both get what they deserve!

he could convert and go ahead with the experience - as he's a multiple shooter he can give other guys what they want

continue this! You always leave me hanging!

Hopefully I manage to finish this story (with intense incest poz sex) _before_ Tuesday. I'm really really sick, damn every time I write a long-lasting story Covid must come and knock at my door, it happened even with the "we have to talk" series. I can't focus on writing for too much time now, hope I get healthy again in time.

Yes please come back and continue the story!

Update: I did lock my guy and have a lot of fun with his hole. Both with "ordinary" sex and with objects. Might talk in the "hardcore fetish" if he consents me to. And locked he has brought up his romantic side more than usual, after some days of discomfort he got used to the restriction on his penis. But now it's me... I miss him inside of me and we're longing for Oct 31st when I set his organ free again. No longer time-based challenges anyways, who knows maybe I could try reversing roles and have him lock me some day? We'll see. Life is long.

"40 years old virgin" can I smile, as a former "21 years old virgin" partnered with a former "53 years old virgin", now 55, and devirginized by me? This poor guy of the story might be very desperate, to satisfy himself by another desperate homeless...