pozworld Our status, our state

[PozTalkAuthor]

Our status, our state

 

This is not the story yet, I need to explain the background so that I can start chapters without many boring setups.

 

*** CONTEXT ***
From dystopia to positive (pun intended) world. The story is set in 2050 after 20 years  United Nations had realized  the "Zero HIV infections 2030 goal" has miserably failed, together with all HIV vaccine trials and attempts of eradication.
European Union has become a unique state with a single president in 2028 after a devastating war, new USE - United State of Europe's president was a very liberal politician who believed in human rights, awareness and protections but HIV cases did not stop growing because of a meds/prep resistant strain and people are fed up of all this mess. 
President attempts to calm population's unsatisfaction down and tries to plan mass sex education programs for young and adults, but he's unaware about the conspiracy behind the virus: his direct opponent was an old, retired, gay scientist who survived AIDS emergency in 80s as a long-term non-progressor, he didn't need meds and rather than helping science for humanity's good, he's created a lethal HIV strain to be used for military purpose.
But having survived the real war, he's changed his mind. There's another way to eliminate HIV/AIDS trouble from Europe and the world, isolating HIV-positive people in a town built for them in a desert island and banning sexual freedom from the rest of the state. Campaign is a success and 2029 is the year where human rights are canceled by new president voted by people in place of the liberal one.
The damage is done in a few months: HIV-positive can do whatever in their town (Bugdom) but it's strictly forbidden to cross the gate! Only way to contact negative folks is Internet in game or social network or ordinary mail and instant messengers, but everything is controlled from the neg world's side and if a neg is caught talking about sex with another neg or worse with a poz, they'll be locked into a cage in Bugdom where a neg has no basic human rights at all, unless a poz person decides to take them under their wing for pity or sex hunger. 
The gifter is the only one who can establish if and when the neg is worthy of becoming a true Bugdom citizen, meanwhile a negative person in the town can only be a slave with no say.
In all these conflict there's a third (unlistened) opinion: HIV's. The old scientist is completely unaware that Bugdom's HIV has acquired capability of thinking, reasoning, feeling AND TALKING because it has mutated through years and perfectly knows what has been previous decades' human sex freedom and it (he) wants humans to have it back.
Story begins with a 18-years-old boy who was born neg in 2032, from a poz couple. President's statement is that neg children born in Bugdom must grow up away from poz parents and be raised by the State, but the teen's father doesn't agree at all!

Author's note: yes, I'm inspired by some social and political events of the real world but no intention to promote or discourage anything; this year has elections both in Europe and in US and, I hope, everyone of us is responsible of what they does. Politically and sexually. Literary exaggerations and parodies aren't forbidden after all, this is a sex and entertainment web site and my story is for this purpose only.
First chapter currently in draft.
 

[Zoey]

Sounds hot 🥵

[Diesel]

This synopsis is quite intriguing, and I am very much looking forward to your story of this dystopian future.

[PozTalkAuthor]

SPOILER: 

Father says "I must be the first to own his hole before the President claims it"

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Look forward to reading the first chapter

[PozTalkAuthor]

Chapter 1: listen and spy

Bugdom, January 2050. Boy's perspective

"Take it", the man yelled at me; "my powerful seed up your ass! You're mine, slut!" He squeezed my neck hard making me cough and I felt my butt as a mess of pain, blood and sticky fluid. "I don't want..." I cried but the old, thin man held me down. "You belong to the State now, he shouted. "Or better, you belong to me! You turn 18, I turn 100!!!"
"NO! NO! NO!!!" I screamed again and turned around... Just to realize I was safe on my own bed, no cruel old man bothering me. "Another bad dream", I thought; but the strange sensation of wet was real!
Finally setting free from sheets, I noticed the disaster on the mattress. "Oh", I told myself, "the sacred fluid of life got wasted again!"
It wasn't the first time in years, after a dream I woke up wet and dad explained it's the "sacred fluid of life", or "life generator". A substance coming from my most intimate and precious body part, something I had to keep just for myself until my father gave me permission to share it. 
"Never touch yourself" my parents always recommended me but I often spied on dad and caught him playing with his penis or even having it sucked by other people. Let alone when we had guests at home and dad took them in the prohibited room, a place where I had no access to.
What to do now, it was still night and I had no clean sheets nearby, to replace wet ones. They were all in the dryer, in front of my parents' bedroom! 
But as soon as I cautiously opened the door I heard them talking in distance, there was tension in their words and I felt the urge to listen better.
"He's grown up", I heard mom say. "And you did not give me the chance..." Her sentences apparently made no sense for me, she talked about "pause up", milk to drink, then something made me assume they were talking about me so, naked and bare feet, I knelt down in front of their closed door and listened more carefully.
"If the president claims him it's your fault", dad yelled; "you gave birth to a worthless electron! Neg flesh I'm fed up to look after..."
"I'm worthless", my mother cried; "Gifter, I could repair him but you didn't let me..."
Gifter, neg, electron. I heard these terms many times from my parents and had no idea of their meaning.
"President won't search for him", mom was evidently trying to reassure dad; "our boy isn't registered to the State's database, he's just ours!"
"but then the trouble is mine", dad protested. "I kept him treated for all those years and now the president thinks to take my boy with him?"
My heart was racing and I pushed myself flat against the door, hoping they didn't notice my presence. 
"This is a special day", my father continued; "President turns 100 and he will look for everyone becoming a man today, all over the world! But I own my boy and I'll claim him!"
What the fuck, something was true then! I was actually turning 18. Having heard enough, I slowly got back to my room and closed the door, pretending to sleep some more.
[To be continued]

[PozTalkAuthor]

Chapter 2.
Regrets and birthdays
Father's perspective
What a sleepless night, remembering and regretting latest 20 years of my life: people I cared about the most were the ones disappointing me in the worst way! Or was it me, my head kept on spinning while I thought about what was happening in a few hours: my son turning 18 and that meant the end of the comfort zone I raised him into.
I loved my boy as much as his mother, Sharon was the first person I pozzed up but the truth of our mistakes came out all at once and we had to face it all alone.
"Damned President", she almost cried; "if he ever claims our boy..."
"Mr. President's definitely an asshole, but don't accuse him of your failures", I replied even angrier. "All this mess is your fault! You gave birth to a useless negative! An electron, and the State will soon own him!"
She reminded me about her decision not to register little Elias into the United State of Europe's database but my regret just increased: I should have let her breastfeed him, allowing the virus to pass through milk but I refused at that time, assuming Elias could make his choice once grown up and aware of everything. If we only knew President's real intentions back in 2029!
When Bugdom town was founded I was so intrigued about a place where poz people could live without trouble: no stigma, no judgements, sex freedom without gender, race or orientation limit. All we liked had to be done, according to the campaign. And negs had no right to interact with us, unless they wanted a pozzing.
Little we knew about the hidden condition as no one officially advertised it: "if neg kids were born from a poz couple, the State will raise them and at their 18th birthday a decade in the army is mandatory". At first I smiled: with 40 millions viral load in our blood, a neg baby was impossible, I thought. Until it actually happened!
Sharon and I were discussing about this when we heard sounds coming from outside our door: can't be Elias, we were sure he was sleeping! 
So I got up from bed and, without bothering to get dressed, I grabbed my gun. I'm a cop, nothing scares me! But in a few seconds, sounds stopped. It was just an impression!
Morning finally came and we drank a strong coffee, to overcome our exhaustion; Elias's 18th birthday had arrived and I had to wake him up, but the wall calendar gave me another news: Mr. President was turning 100 years old and he organized a ceremony which everyone was obliged to join.
Sharon prepared our boy's breakfast with his daily pill next to his tea cup and I slowly approached his room's door.
Pulling the handle caused a slight squeaking sound and I heard my son moving on his bed. "Wake up", I told him moving closer; "and happy birthday my love!"
"Thanks dad", he said, his head pressed against the pillow. His young, slim body was lying on a side, out of the covers. Naked, with his ass facing me!
I closed the room's door and sat next to him, my hand few centimeters from his ass cheeks. "You look upset, little Eli, what's the matter?"
"I have... I don't know its name but take a look..."
His hand pointing to the sheet, I immediately noticed the cum stain and smiled: "boy, there are many things I have to teach you from this moment on; but first, let's have breakfast then we listen to the president's speech."
"I wasted the life generator, again, I know I shouldn't..."
"That's useless neg cum", I wanted to say, but kept quiet not to take many steps in little time.
So sweet and naive, my little Elias; I grabbed his arms and turned him around, on his back. His hairy chest and legs didn't fit well with his boyish innocence, so I caressed him gently. "All this fur must go away", I told him and ignored his protests. "I'll shave you completely and then..."
"You promised that I became a man at 18! And I could talk about sex! But men have hair..."
"Shut up", I commanded; "do what I say or you'll end up in the cage."
[to be continued]

[PozTalkAuthor]

Chapter 3.
First discovery
Bugdom, 2050
Boy's perspective

"Do what I say or I'll lock you into the cage", this was what dad always told me whenever I protested for something; no idea whether or not "the cage" existed but latest couple years I started putting everything together: early in the morning I've always heard metal wheels moving from the forbidden room, just next to our balcony and, overall, a terrible smell came from there. "I'm just throwing rubbish away", mom explained although she never let me take a look at the bucket she was pulling.
The stink made me assume they were animal body discards, so, where was the beast? Our house had no pets. "Sooner or later I'll discover", I promised myself, without ever having the chance to watch further.
My 18th birthday morning wasn't different, except for my parents moving around the house fully naked! I had no longer need to secretly spy on them, their bodies on full display and I was the only to feel uncomfortable about my nudity. 
"Take your pill and then I'll shave you", my father commanded but my eyes were all for mom. She's always been a shy lady, very serious with no interest for appearance I could never guess she was tattooed!
I grabbed my tea cup with a hand, the pill with the other but before swallowing it as I've done everyday, I asked what it was, no longer believing the story of vitamins I bought for my whole childhood.
"You're an adult and have to know it all now. It's called Prep", mom replied ignoring dad's blaming gaze. "It's a pre-exposure treatment." 
"Exposure to radiations I guess", was my answer; I heard from dad about a devastating nuclear conflict years before I existed, and all I knew about radiations was they persisted for decades and were dangerous. 
Mom shook her head "no" but dad firmly talked in her place: "yeah, radioactive air and people. You must take this pill or your life is in danger! Trust your father! Or..." He opened a drawer from a cabinet next to him and extracted a set of keys, shaking them in front of my face. 
"The cage", I said again and he closed the keys in their place once again. 
He didn't take his gaze off me until I took my daily pill and, as soon as mom took her usual mysterious bucket from the balcony, I finally asked: "dad, you know what mom's tattoos mean?"
"My little horny boy", he smiled. Every trace of anger faded away. "Good tastes you're developing. Sharon's breasts are..."
"Scary", I interrupted him, "why scorpions? Two scorpions with a tail, stinger pointing down... Milk comes from that source, right?" 
"Toxic milk", he patted on my head while talking and I felt sorry for the first time. "Mom is a radiation victim I suppose, and she wants to witness it to the world"... 
He grinned mischievously to me, his lips too close to my ears; "now come little boy, I need to get you ready". 
Hand in hand, we reached the bathroom and my father locked the door. It was clear the room had been cleaned but it wasn't possible mom did such an accurate job, someone else might be there I had understood it and did not dare asking. 
Dad invited me to watch myself at the mirror: I was a young, tall, hairy man. Or at least I considered myself a man, inevitable to compare myself to dad. 
"Say goodbye to your fake manhood", he commanded; "this fur doesn't belong here."
Without talking any more, his strong hot hands began massaging me and I suddenly began feeling the sensation I experienced during the night. "Oh", dad gasped, "I think we're going to have a proper goodbye!"
To my surprise, he placed the electric razor over a shelf without even turning it on and knelt down in front of me. "It's time to explain you how this should work", he smiled taking my organ in hand. No one told me what it was meant for, I only knew some kinds of fluid came down from there and I wondered why the yellow had to be discarded while the white was precious. 
"Unlucky boy", he looked at me sadly; "I wish you could grow up in a better world without all these limits..."
"I have limits", I almost cried; "and don't know why."
"Me and mom are protons, boy, you're an electron! I can't tell you further at the moment." 
I stayed in silence for a while, hearing steps outside; mom was talking to someone... were they a boy, a girl, since when have we had servants? I pretended nothing and tried to focus on dad's hand, gripping my organ firmly. 
"I'd like to become a proton like you, if this overcomes limits", I talked nonchalantly while his face was coming closer and closer to mine. 
"Step by step, Eli. Being converted to proton is a huge responsibility and you're not ready yet."
[to be continued]

[PozTalkAuthor]

Sorry but chapter 4 is being delayed - if I posted it today I think moderators would have given me an infraction because it was sooooo rude! 

"It's not me guys, it's Mr. President."

This is an author's destiny: write something and flush it down the toilet (even physically) several times.

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We patiently await

[PozTalkAuthor]

Chapter 4: the cage

Father's perspective

Bugdom, 2050.
"I'm fed up", my son complained; "...of all these restrictions. You can invite friends home and I can't, your body is hairy and you want to shave me!"
His protests didn't make the difference and I took the electric razor in hand; "you know what happens to whining boys, right? Be good", I grinned at him and started caressing his innocent body. My sweet Elias could really be a warranty for new gifting generation. He wasn't mature enough to upgrade though, I was conscious of all damages an unplanned pozzing could cause to my HIV strain.

"Your hands on me feel good", he said while my gaze fell on his hardening member. "Someone's eager to become a man", I smiled and continued massaging his entire body. "Before shaving, it's time to take care of this."
"Every morning I wake up finding it hard", Elias said, "and even during the night! Please explain me what it means..."
"Life generator, freedom giver!" I grinned again and pulled my pants down setting my own hard dick free. "I'm like you", Eli exclaimed, "I don't understand why you force me to hide it! I would like to know how it works."
How I regretted the past! Elias was not born yet when talking about sex, even poz sex, was still legal. "Who cares", I said in the end; "Lay down and let's fix all this mess!"
"But what do I have to..." I did not give him time to talk more and guided him down with his back on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

A few more seconds of doubts, then my mouth was sucking his 18-years-old hardness. 
"Feels good", he moaned; fuck, I wanted to turn around and shove my own experienced member down his throat but my father role forced me to compose myself to focus on my duty only. 
"Don't stop", he begged me while my tongue and lips explored his neg boy meat which already started leaking; I insisted to lick, kiss and suck till Elias could not hold himself. "STOP, GAME OVER", I commanded him taking my lips off him in time. He shot a huge load, spraying cum everywhere and I forced him down to lick it all clean. 
His organ went soft quite soon; licking the floor was clearly disgusting for him so I took the chance to open a drawer, extracting a chastity cage with its key.
"I have been a good boy", he protested examining the metal object I was locking his dick into. "Is this the cage you talk about?"
I simply shook my head with a reassuring smile: "no, baby, this is to avoid undesired life fluids. They'll stay safe and hidden with this on!" 
Now my son was ready and I finally started shaving his body, with him facing the mirror. I wanted Elias to be aware of his transformation in real time.
"Being a man implies heavy responsibilities and you're not ready", I explained caressing his now smooth skin; "and the metal you feel down there is a shield against enemies, understood?"
"But for radiations I already take the pills, what's this..."
"Meds are for internal protection, the shield is for external! Now come, honey, get dressed and we must go to the President's ceremony."
"Dressed?" he questioned me, his eyes open wide. "No! If he turns 100, I turn 18, it's a good chance to go out all naked! No longer restrictions, dad, I'm an adult..."
A mix of anxiety, fear, worry, every bad sensation suddenly caught me and I lost control; I grabbed his wrist firmly pulling him through the bathroom door, until I reached the living room; Sharon was no longer there so I took advantage of the situation for a man-to-man talk. 
"Useless electron", I shouted; "I didn't want to make this choice but you forced me. For what you said, you deserve punishment!"
"I was joking", he tried to find an excuse. "I am just enjoying being naked around the house like you do, and I'd stay this way anywhere."
"You have no idea how much I'd love  you to experience freedom like I did when I was your age but times have changed and I must protect you..."
He looked at me with his sweet pleadidng eyes. Damned Elias, he always managed to corrupt me that way! "This gaze", I whispered at him; "means you got something important to ask me. Come on, spit it out! I bet you'd like to avoid the ceremony, don't you?"
It was not the first time he made me skip that kind of events; fate brought my Eli to this world the same day of President's birthday, and my position as a cop gave me chances to invent new excuses to cover my ass. But after more than 20 years of fake reasons, what else could I find? I really had nothing to think about, without making authority suspicious.
"We won't skip the party this year", he surprised me. "I need to confront this old fart head-on, and tell him what I think of nonsense he says and does. I want to look him straight into his eyes!"
Breathless, that's the word best describing my feeling; my son had acquired my own same determination! Part of me wanting him to rise against the State, but rationally I was conscious about all risks he was running.
"Eli, my love, keep calm", I hugged him from behind holding his body close to mine. "As I said, one step at a time. Life is long..."
"I'll come to ceremony properly dressed", he looked at me with a new light into his eyes. "But first explain me this story of electrons and protons. Or, or..."
"Or what!" I grabbed his wrists againd and squeezed firmly; until he lived into my house and negative blood was flowing through his veins, I had full power on him. 
"Or I take advantage of President's question and answers time! Just make me learn a few words..."
How could I explain our different status in a few words, how could I make him aware of my HIV's role in this world when he couldn't afford it yet?
"It's difficult to shorten, honey! And time is almost up", I just said. "I'll tell you tomorrow, during breakfast. At the table with mom, she's better than me in talking..."
He cleared his throat, shaking his head: "you and mom, I heard you talking about this for years..." My face turned red and I hardly contained myself. 
"Proton and electron. Have these words something to do with gifter? Why mom calls you like that and I can't?"
I always considered my boy as smart but I couldn't expect him to connect dots so quickly. "It's a nickname we got from young age", I lied. "Something to do with the ring I gave her when we first dated. Nothing special, it was a silver ring I could afford at those times."
"And milk", he insisted. "She told you she had to pause me up with her milk and you didn't let her..."
No way, my liar days had  definitely gone since long, without me even noticing; Eli had really become an adult but the risk was really too high to accept.
"Toxic milk, scorpions on her breasts, dad please... I no longer believe in fairy tales!" 
The situation turned definitely out of control, hard to admit that my son was not easy to manipulate; so I let him talk. "Pause makes no sense. I have read somewhere about scorpions related to a power, called poz! Not PAUSE! Gimme a fucking explanation NOW! Or..."
"Or the fuck NOTHING!" He was evidently no longer joking, I couldn't allow him to dare asking the president such questions or give him the responses he wanted as well.
We remained silent for some seconds while the clock over our heads signed 11:30 in the morning then, without looking at him, I took a set of keys from the living room's drawer.
"I have two news, Elias", I told him moving the keys from a hand to another, his face turning suddenly sad. "One bad, one good. The good is you skip the ceremony because we would be half an hour late, and the bad..."
I soundly shook the keys in front of him and grabbed his arm with my free hand. "It's cage time, Eli. Seriously. For your own safety. Matter of life or death for all of us."

[PozTalkAuthor]

Sorry folks, I've had plenty of activities here around and my studio is a mess so it's difficult to concentrate on writing new contents. 

I'll be back to this one soon!!!

[PozTalkAuthor]

Preparing next chapter - hopefully next week it's up! Can't give a date, though. Life events keep on taking my mind off author activities.

[PozTalkAuthor]

Author's note: 

No, "prince Albert" is not what you could expect!

I wanted to write with President's point of view but it generated lots of hate speech, I could not sweeten it much or the context might not be understood. So, I prefer to use main characters' point of view when they listen to him talking.

Technical note: Deepl Pro translator and grammar/ortography corrector are precious aids (lowercase word!!!) They help me a lot to avoid making a fool of myself while writing.

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Chapter 5: Prince Albert

Bugdom, 2050. 

Boy's perspective

"It's matter of life or death for all of us," Dad continued to speak despite I didn't listen to him anymore; the grip of his hand on my wrist began to hurt and I felt as if he wanted to break my arm. "Ouch," I tried to protest but his dominant gaze convinced me to stay quiet.
Without ever letting my wrist go, he walked me down the hallway; it was my house, but the sensation of being dragged like a dog made it feel unsafe and interminable. 
All questions I wanted to ask him froze even before becoming words: "Gifter," "Poz," I promised myself sooner or later I would find out for myself what they meant, but what if there really was a cage? Dad is a cop! Putting me in prison for two words, did Mr. President really go that far?
Daily pills, friendships only possible with my parents' approval, computers for half an hour a week and only limited to school, now prison?
I felt tears in  my eyes and tried to wipe them away, when I realized that Dad was crying too. And much more than me! We had reached the end of the hallway and he slipped the pendant off his neck. A round metal medallion, with a symbol drawn on it that I had seen only a few months earlier in school on a test tube at the science lab but, more importantly, on the arm of the teacher who hid it every time I stared at it.
"Yes, of course," I thought; "my teacher marked his skin with that sign and the word 'poz', that's where I saw those letters for the first time!"
From a book I had also studied the meaning of symbols indicating danger, and the same design on the professor's arm was called 'biohazard' referring to viruses and other dangerous biological materials. 
"Two and two is four," I whispered toward Dad; I had been reading a lot about the war, when black dragon flags fought against rainbow-colored ones, and the clear defeat of the latter; it was such a mess if people killed themselves or got angry just for a picture or another! 
"It's over between you and Mom," I ventured; I couldn't explain Dad's tears any other way: him without tattoos and wearing the biohazard medallion, Mom with two scorpions permanently marking her breasts.
"You and Mom are arguing because of symbols, aren't you?"
He instantly let my wrist go and wrapped both his arms around me, his loving attentions coming back. "Sharon and I cannot break up, it would be against nature! And you're the second positive result of our life together." As he spoke, however, I noticed him sobbing quietly. 
"Our bond cannot be broken because I am biologically linked to her. I am her..."
A sudden, violent coughing fit prevented  him from talking further so I finished the sentence: "you're her gifter? Her poz? Her poz gifter? Or her biohazard, tell me more. Please! Dad! Don't die now! Answer me!"
He put his index finger to my lips and with his free hand inserted his medallion into the slot of a metal door; who could even guess that pendant could be used as a key?
In my life I had always seen that locked door at the end of the corridor, located on the opposite wall from the balcony, but no one had ever given me permission to ask if and how it was possible to access that room. All I could see was Mom carrying a stinking bucket out of there every morning. 
"At least now I'll find out which animal poops so much."
I saw Dad attempt to say something, his lips opening and closing slowly; cough had passed, he was breathing regularly but no sound came from his mouth and his body moved as if it were in a cast. 
"Sorry, Dad," I said worriedly, scared by the rigidity of his movements. "You need a doctor! I have to get out from here to look for help!"
The metal door meanwhile had opened and an intense smell of disinfectant came out; there it was, the cage, it was a real iron cage complete with bars! In fact, from what I could see, it was split in two by what looked like a darkened glass panel.
"You strip naked, go inside, and don't call a fucking soul!" My father's voice had returned angrier than before, and his strong hands forced me to take all my clothes off. 
I had expressed the desire to walk around the house and the city naked shortly before; but now forced nudity was a feeling I did not like at all. I was vulnerable to whatever creature had lived in that cage, where I was pushed in mercilessly.
I found myself in a cramped space, empty except for the presence of two bowls sealed by a lid; I peeked through the still-open door and saw Dad pull a small remote control out of his pocket; I heard him type in a few codes, and beeps were heard on the bottom of the cage, with an electronic voice saying coldly: "food 1 p.m., water 1:30 p.m."
I looked in front of me and finally realized the truth: the cage was split in two by a screen! A huge screen where some broadcasted images could be seen, probably from a projector. Or a camera connected to the Internet.
There was no chance to receive an explanation from my father so I resigned to the inevitable destiny as soon as I heard the iron door creak shut behind me. 
"Just for calling him 'Gifter'," I complained as I sat on the floor; at the opposite corner of the bowls was a bucket. That one was open, at least! Pissing and pooping had no timetable.
I laid prone and crawled slowly toward the fake wall separating the two halves of the cage: had there been an animal on the other side, I would have felt its presence at least!  I sensed there was movement beyond but no smell could be felt, except my own.
Only thing I could do was knocking on the screen. Once, twice, I was losing all my hope, then someone replied back in the same way! 
One knock of mine caused another of the same intensity, from the other side. Two knocks produced two, three matched to three, and so on. The mysterious creature and I went on and on for a while, in that funny attempt to socialize.

Finally best result came when I tried to say "hi" with morse code! Mom insisted to make me learn all those lines and dots assuming I could have needed them, I judged that kind of lessons as boring but damn if she was right to make me complete all of them! 
The creature actually responded with a similar sign: four rapid knocks for h, two for i. 
"You are human then," I finally ventured to talk aloud. 
"I am, well, I'm Prince Albert!", I heard from the other side. 
Three or four beeps and the fake wall, slowly, lifted up by itself until it reached the ceiling; now the screen was directly above my head.
A young man in his early twenties stood naked in front of me, hairless as me! "They shaved everything off you as well," I thought to myself without taking the risk of saying it aloud. Who knew what could happen, which stronger punition I could deserve  if I revealed what my father and I did in the bathroom.
"That asshole locked you in here", he said coming closer to me; "didn't he? I'll take revenge sooner or later, that son of a..."
I remained disturbed by his voice; it was not exactly what one would expect from a young man, it sounded somehow  artificial. I dared not stand up and crawled on all fours toward him. 
How beautiful he was, smooth as silk. The creature appeared as innocent as me, all naked, harmless. When I looked higher, however, I noticed a pair of very small balls and what seemed a ring of flesh, with a hole in the middle, in place of a penis! Like it had somehow retracted. I took a closer look at him; even his skin had something synthetic about it, and I didn't dare touch him, remembering all the stories Mom had told about radiation and its effects.
"I thought I was unlucky but you had a worse fate," I pointed to my poor member locked in a metal cage; "I wouldn't even guess how painful it had to be!"
"What is pain? Never felt such sensation," Prince Albert looked at me in surprise, almost laughing; "I don't know what you're talking about. And for the magic wheel, well, I was born this way."
Prince Albert. Yes. It was a name I had already heard from male students at school, but in which situation! I couldn't remember. Prince Albert... Prince Albert. I wonder why it reminded me of something forbidden, related to a ring. Perhaps it was just this poor guy whom no one wanted me to see.
I reached out my hand toward him to introduce myself and he... He bit it! His teeth felt like sharp knives, so his bite caused me to lose some blood into his mouth.
In a short while his tongue started licking the wound, the burning sensation of freshly broken skin quickly replaced by a pleasant warmth; damn the member cage, I was experiencing same shivers I have in the night during my prohibited dreams!
What the fuck was going on? As soon as I withdrew my hand from his mouth I noticed that my skin was intact. Like nothing had happened except for the drops of gelatinous saliva falling from my fingers.
"Negative disgusting DNA," he spit in my face and indeed his saliva was mixed with blood. So much blood! I felt panic invade my heart and knelt down again, careful not to touch Albert.
"I am Elias anyways," I told him and that was enough for the stranger to change his attitude.
"Oh, excuse me," he knelt in front of me and I felt his hands explore my whole body: neck, hips, hands, ass.
"You have a wonderful butt," he said; "and I guess I'm not authorized to access that door!"
I looked at him in amazement: enter my ass in what sense? Ass is exit-only door, this is what I always learned at school. Shit comes out and viruses come in, that body part must be touched by doctors for exams or treatments only. We can't even shove a finger in our own rear hole without getting in some danger. 
"I've heard about you even before you were born," Albert brought his face closer to my neck, and I trembled with fear: what if he planted his teeth there as well!
"You must learn how to use your body before the big event. Your whole body, no part excluded. I'll show you some tricks if you want!"
Big event? My 18th birthday or was it something else? A mutant creature is informed about details concerning me and I'm clueless? My parents talk mysteryous when I'm around then lock me in a cage when I ask them questions?

"I am here for peace," Albert said; "and I don't give a damn about what they are doing outside, fuck the world!"
He stared at the ceiling, where images of a public event came from; an old man was talking on stage, microphone in his hand, a large crowd loudly cheering every time the speaker finished a sentence.
"I've silenced the audio," he whispered in my ear," because the president out there is just talking bullshit! And if you're here with me that means you are finding a way to rise against him."
"I wanted to join the ceremony and confront that old fart but Dad locked me in this awful prison," I told him the whole story and he caressed me with his sexy hands starting from my face, then went down to my chest, and when he reached my nipples he turned them. First the right, then the left! As if they were buttons or levers of an electronic equipment.
It went on like this for several minutes: he squeezed my nipples and with his other hand explored my asshole but never dared to do anything else. "Nothing changes," he sighed resignedly. "But that's good as you are a pure human! Such a rare specimen nowadays! Too bad you're still negative, I recognized it tasting your blood."
I shook my head, confused. So he guided my hand toward his nipples. Oh, how different they were from mine! Hard, protruding, they almost didn't even feel like flesh when I explored them with my fingers.
"Play with them," he encouraged me; "squeeze them, press them, lick them, bite them. Let me feel how a horny man behaves!"
Damn, this creature is free to use all the words my father repeats every day but I cannot say nor know their meaning!
I dared not ask him any more questions and twisted his right nipple. Once, twice, three times and I suddenly saw that the flesh ring between his legs gradually stretched as I turned the nipple clockwise. It seemed unrolling step by step, each movement I made with my fingers. Wonders of technology, or biology, what kind of mutation could it be? His balls remained small instead, and I had no guts to give them the same treatment without his consent. 
"Extensible member," I joked; "I wish I had something similar! Mine grows in some occasions but it never varies in length like yours and now it's useless, you see it yourself: Dad has trapped it to keep it small and soft."
"I found it out by myself," he told me; "Two years ago I was 18 and trying to set free from my cage, I bumped against the bars with my chest. My right nipple remained trapped and I discovered this trick. So I tried with the left as well!"
"Were you locked in this cage? Are you... Were you born here?"
"Shut up," he interrupted me and twisted the nipple counterclockwise until his magic long member turned into a miserable ring of flesh again.
He turned around and I finally saw his butt. Two nice firm ass cheeks, but there seemed to be no sign of a hole!

I explored it with my fingers sliding them up and down; Albert remained still, no sign or pleasure or discomfort so I gave it up, not knowing what to do or expect. 
"Oh, damn," I exclaimed; "you're assless! And what about your physical needs?"
"I expel food discards in the morning and evening only," Albert smiled; "in those occasions my hole opens in exit mode. I am programmed this way, because my ass has mainly other purposes."
With his fingers he twisted his left nipple clockwise, and I couldn't believe my eyes! Every single nipple stimulation made his ass open more and more.

"I can take up to ten cocks at once without poppers," he boasted, and I stood staring at him, my eyes widening as I watched his body change on command: his ass wide or tight, the forbidden words coming out of his mouth like there was no tomorrow! He spoke in a language that was precluded to me and that, who knows why, made me think of some memorable experiences I would have liked to try one day.
"You are not free, Elias, not yet at least. You cannot enter me and give me the seed of life. And same for me with you. I have precise tasks to complete and orders to obey."
"My dad mentions it as Life generator," I corrected him; "but I heard him call it 'cock' when talking to Mom or their friends. It can create positive lives, this is what I know even without any idea about what it means."
"I understand you puppy," he reassured me; "I would love to upgrade your status myself, but my virus said it's not my duty. HIV will kill me if I disobey!"
A sudden coughing fit blocked Albert's voice as he fell forward. Identical symptom to the one my father had just some minutes before! I thought back to what I had studied at school over the past year, to what I had begun to figure out but never had definitive confirmation about. 
"HIV is a virus, and it can't talk," I said to Albert, who stood up slowly. He breathed deeply, looked at me then walked away to the opposite side of the cage. He typed something into a keyboard that I could not locate, and the old man's voice could be heard from the ceiling:
"Today I am turning 100 years old and this is just the beginning," the old man announced. "I am the President of the United States of Europe as long as this body is strong enough."
"Bullshit," muttered Albert. "Bullshit."
I looked at the screen and saw three men crawling on all fours toward the president. Slaves, I thought; until the camera framed the centrally located one. He had stuck a wooden stick up his ass from which hung some kind of leather jumpsuit.
No, it wasn't a suit! I looked at it horrified, then stared at Albert, and again at the slave who exposed his ass at the camera.
"You see him," thundered the elder's voice. "No, not the man. But the flag. That... That is the skin of a traitor! And what a traitor!"
The crowd soundly cheered at Mr. President, but as soon as he mentioned "traitor" they all stopped. The incoming unreal silence was the sound of deadly fear. 
"Him! My only son. My favorite..."
Still within camera range 100-year-old man violently pulled the rod out of his slave's ass and showed it to the crowd:
"Listen and look! This, this is not a full suit..." I flattened myself to the ground terrified but Albert unleashed a wicked smile and a mischievous laugh under his breath.
"You see... This... This is my son Albert's skin! Prince Albert was supposed to be my direct successor, carry my viral strain and honor me. But then he betrayed the State and offended the Army!"
He spit at the poor skin, then another spit toward the crowd, which was followed by long minutes of swearing and cursing; that old mouth has still the courage to share all existing obscenities known by human race. 
"What a dishonor, the bastard made the virus mutate! So I had to kill my own unique son. Me... Me to be defeated by an insignificant creature like him? The world is at constant war, and that one was talking about peace? Inappropriate! I needed him in the army and he betrayed me in worst way."
Once again Albert smiled in my direction, caressing his own skin with pride but deliberately ignoring my astonished look. 
"So now I carry his skin with me," the elderly president continued his obvious delirium. "Do you understand, you worthless negative people? You, only you are my hope for the new army. Only I can decide who you should marry and copulate with! No one must ever touch any other person without the army's permission and my signature. Or you will end up like my son."
Then he took by the arm the naked slave who until a short while before was holding the flag with Albert's skin up his ass.
"He is my most trusted slave," again the President spoke to the crowd. "His task is to find all 18-year-olds born HIV-negative and bringing them to me. My future new soldiers. Or slaves. It depends if they sexually attract me enough. And, one more thing..."

People kept silent again while President guided his slave on stage.

"Down there in Bugdom", he continued pointing his index finger on an electronic map.

"I confined all HIV-positive people to the underground city I had built from caves and bomb bunkers. But you already know that, right?"

"YES, MR. PRESIDENT", people shouted in unison. 

"But there is one positive family hiding a negative boy and this can't be tolerated!"

I froze. Negative was a word I heard from Dad when he talked about me with Mom assuming I didn't listen, or when doctors came to check on me during my childhood in case I felt ill for any reason.

"So, Slave Scotty", President pulled the guy's arm forcing him to come closer to the microphone.

"Promise it, say it to our citizens. Are you going to rescue this boy and bring him up here to comply his duties in the State's army?"

"Yes, Sir", Scotty said solemnly and kissed President's hand. "I already gained his trust in years, now it's really matter of some days."

"Oh, damn it," I winced as I looked the slave in the face; a rush of anger made me run to the bars and hit them with my fists until Albert grabbed me from behind. 
"Hey, Elias! Hey! Keep quiet! Calm down!"
I pushed him away: if that murdered dead Prince Albert was the president's son, who was I befriending in the cage? Besides, what happened to Scotty? He was my best friend, my only friend.
"Everything is OK Elias. I fooled Mr. President and he didn't even notice! I changed my skin, like reptilians. I faked death, I have the power to do it! I'm not alone. We're not alone here, boy."
Asses and dicks growing on command, talking viruses and changing skin, what a monster I was dealing with! Who was with us here then, I didn't see any other living creature. 
"I know it sounds strange my friend, but my HIV and I have to protect you because you trust the wrong people and your life is at high risk."

Scott, the dear Scott. My parents never accepted our friendship and now I was beginning to understand why.

"All negative 18 year old guys belong to me," the president's speech sounded sinister now, given what I had learned in a few hours that same morning: "you are an electron and we are protons," now my parents' words began to make sense, together with basic physics lesson: Proton is positive, Electron is negative charge in an atom.
"It's not our fault we were born this way," Albert hugged me tightly. "Me half human and half robot, you coming out negative from a positive couple."
"I don't even know what that means," I complained; "if you're talking about HIV maybe they would have wanted to protect me from a disease."
Prince Albert shook his head: "No no no, it's the opposite. Your parents wanted you positive. But our virus disagreed and HIV's the one to have the last word in any steps we take. Our virus is protecting you through all of us until you'll be ready for the status upgrade."

[PozTalkAuthor]

Sorry folks, it's taking longer than expected. I really wished to have this plot's conclusion for the end of April but I do not manage to; another project is taking all my free time and I arrive almost dead at night. I'll do my best to have next part for the end of next week but can't promise.