pozworld Our status, our state

[Scanbu]

5 hours ago, PozTalkAuthor said:

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.

Take your time. It's better to get the story right than to rush

[PozTalkAuthor]

23 minutes ago, Scanbu said:

Take your time. It's better to get the story right than to rush

I agree, but I also hate to make readers wait for too long. Matter of respect, but real life has the biggest priority. 

In a site like this, people tend to read many stories at a time, given that it's mostly used for our own sexual pleasure and a plot might be forgotten.

But I love to write, regardless of what others can do with my story. They could even spit on the keyboard thinking how a horrible writer I am - free to do whatever, the keyboard is yours, not my duty to repair LOL

 

[PozBearWI]

@PozTalkAuthor We all have lives outside of BZ.  Thanks for your efforts.

[negchaserlooking]

@PozTalkAuthor. All good things come to those that wait . I am pozitive we can all hang in there until you find the time to carry on.

[PozTalkAuthor]

Oh gosh!!! 

Latest events happening in America's real life are making me reconsider some plots. I have started writing 6th chapter in April 2024 but now... 

Oh, damn, now...

Now boy Elias must do the trick, get rid of the cage, then the president, he has to deserve to take the honor of being pozzed up and rescue his best friend Scotty.

Anticipation: Albert shoots a viral load from his magic penis - he simply can't resist seeing Elias naked without any chance to convert him, and shot is so violent that it ends up breaking the screen. He can't realize what happened and so can't Elias. But Albert's viral seed became a bullet hitting the President's ear. Consequence? His hearing sense gets faked so, instead of applauses and cheerings from his citizens, newly 100-years-old President starts to hear continuous booing and disapproval whistles... 

The talking HIV virus must show the reality to this old man living into his self-built fables! 

 

President says "Scotty, go rescue the neg boy!" But what Scotty does not know, is that Elias is no longer in the cage as his father has seen it all; making Albert horny has been the challenge Elias needed to pass, in order to become a man.

...I confess that I was also considering to include a gun but I won't: most readers here are American and USA are full of guns and weapon lobbyist pressuring politics and stuff. It's a delicate matter which isn't appropriate in an entertaining sex-based fiction like mine.

Fantasy all life, satire as well, but when unresponsible people put others' life in danger, that's nothing to play with.

 

I'll hopefully update post again soon.

[PozTalkAuthor]

Chapter 6: survival challenge

HIV's perspective

Bugdom, 2050
As the naive virus I am, I have always wondered why humans are so stupid; they can love each other and live in peace, but prefer self-destruction through  wars and still stand here worshipping a jerk who screams and threatens them with death if they don't behave the way he wants them to. 
But how do they do it, after all the world has been through! Back in that distant November 2032 I saved them from the apocalypse, and they are still convinced it's thanks to their president to have covered their asses. 
I have been trying for seventy years now to make them understand how important it is to have a sex life, because if no human makes love anymore, I won't survive either. All the more so now that humans are now composed of only 1 percent flesh and blood, and for me to find a host these days is a stroke of luck: out of fear of me, the few authentic humans instead of reproducing themselves have preferred to build new beings using the materials of their destructions, and the few cells of their poor dead. 
Here is one, among the few 100 percent flesh-and-blood humans, crawling on all fours on the stage and with a flag stuck up his ass. “A traitor's skin,” the president shouts. “I have eliminated my only son!” 
In reality, the Prince is 80 percent human and does not have the president's DNA, but that old genius who knows everything didn't even notice! It was I who made Albert faint, who allowed his skin to come off easily. But to the man of the world who has reached 100 years, I am just a virus in his service. I should be a weapon for his army, but I'm not game! 
That day, however, the boy I had saved just in time acted ungrateful. 
“The HIV virus has a conscience. And it is protecting you through me and your parents until you are ready for the status upgrade.” With what courage was he revealing everything to Elias? No, I couldn't let him do that. Not at that moment. I caused a violent coughing fit in him but it didn't seem to be enough because he kept talking about me to that negative human as if nothing was wrong. 
“HIV, listen to me,” Albert called my name and I ignored him. Until to provoke me further, or perhaps to arouse Elias, he began to twist his nipples between his fingers. 
The right one to stretch his cock, the left to spread and squeeze his ass on command. 
Meanwhile, from the big screen and the speakers on the cage ceiling, the old human president kept ranting: 
“Me, I have overcome AIDS, my citizens. I have survived a nuclear war even. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.”
“I'll show you what fear is,” Albert shouted and stood up, his erect penis facing the monitor that continued to project images of the presidential rally.
“DON'T CUM,” I ordered him. But it was already too late: Albert's ejaculation was so violent that it shattered the screen with a shower of glass that, by a whisker, did not hit Elias.
“THEY SHOT ME IN THE EAR,” complained the elderly president; by now it was impossible to see the images, but the dictator's screams and curses could be heard loud and clear. “WHO OF YOU SHOOT,” he shouted; ”I will make you bastards pay!”
But instead of being worried, the crowd began booing and spitting at him!
“I'll take care of you, Greg,” slave Scotty tried to appease his boss. “I will bring you the negative boy as soon as possible!” 
Time was running out now, Elias and his parents were going to be in trouble because of Albert, and it was up to me to sort it out.
“I told you not to cum,” I warned him but Albert's attention was all on Elias.
“You do not command me, obsolete HIV,” he confronted me; ”I am a programmable gifter and I convert who I want even without you. Elias and Scotty are mine, you old failed virus! You will become extinct sooner or later...”
How ungrateful. I save his life and he betrays me in the worst way! When Adrian and Sharon gave birth to Elias I had sworn I would never kill again, but Albert gave me no choice: too high a stakes, and the responsibility for the survival of the human species is mine alone.
I watched Albert collapse to the ground and drag himself, growing weaker and weaker, into a corner; despite years having passed I still knew how to reset an immune system and death was a matter of seconds. Not mine though; within a few hours I knew I could count on a much better host than him.

----

Father's perspective
“Oh my God, Gifter,” Sharon shouted from the hallway; ”I heard a thud...from the cage...”
I did not immediately pay attention to her, caught up in a conversation on the phone. Since the police were made up of robots and I was the only human, any excuse was good for making trouble for me. Especially the story they were telling me.
“I'm not buying it,” I replied to my interlocutor. “No way the president could be shot in one ear!The president! To hell with you and false alarms.”
I hung up and grasped my service pistol for a while. “I'm going out, Sharon,” I said addressing my favorite bug chaser. “I'm going to... finish the job  others have started...”
She ran toward me and took the weapon out of my hand, “Go to see Elias, what the fuck! Let our HIV take care of the president! Set our son free, Gifter.... Please...”
Stymied, she threw me a set of keys and pushed me toward the hallway, “Until Elias is positive, I no longer exist for you. From now on I sleep on the couch and you eat supermarket canned goods, understood? When our boy's fever rises, then, we'll consider sex again. Maybe.”
I love her for one reason, she always knows how to get what she wants and break down my indecisions! I could only obey her, so I walked up to the cage where I had locked Elias as a punishment a few hours earlier.
As soon as the lock clicked and I opened the door my son came crawling out toward me, incredulous and in tears. 
“I had found a friend,” he cried. “And now he's dead because of me...” He pointed his finger toward the corner where a pile of inanimate wreckage lay, covered by a layer of fake leather.
“Come on, honey, come on,” I addressed him with a big smile. “That's the cleaning robot! Mom must have forgotten to charge it and it turned off. Never mind, now come with me and let's celebrate your 18th birthday properly.”
“His name was Albert,” Elias continued to cry on my shoulder; ”and he had the organ generating life... Like yours. Big and it had liquid coming out of it! So much! He said I made him excited, I don't know, horny, what does that mean...”
I couldn't hold back my laughter: if all he needed was the cleaning machine spraying detergent to get aroused, he was in bad shape! And I had to make up for it. Definitely.
“If you come with me I'll teach you,” I encouraged him; ”it's time for you to become a man. A real man, and you'll get my gift.”
“I don't deserve it! Scotty at first, now Albert... I... I lose all friends.... Because I am, I am, an electron.”
“Soon you won't be any longer,” I thought but avoided saying it so as not to agitate him further; he sobbed in my arms and I held him tighter. I could have kissed him right away but it was not yet time. “Enough,” I whispered to him. “Now be quiet, it's all over. I'm with you.”
Inevitable to remember when I uttered the exact same phrase many years earlier. He was an infant and his blood was being drawn; he was screaming and crying poor baby, as a nurse stuck the needle in his arm. The same one who shortly thereafter coldly told Sharon and me that our son was healthy and we would have nothing to worry about.
She used that very word, “healthy,” and it took me quite a while to understand that she meant “HIV negative.” “Damn,” I thought; ”how could this happen!” And instead of humoring Sharon who wanted to convert him by breastfeeding him, I made my decision. “It's all over,” I told him; ”it will be all right my baby.” In his teens I had him on Prep telling him they were vitamins, and we avoided talking about HIV status especially when we began to see his young sperm on his sheets. 
Every sex education book and site was outlawed, and I, a policeman, did not want to put myself at risk or intrigue him too much because bringing him closer to certain experiences was solely my duty. 
Only when I felt he had calmed down a little did I take him by the hand and lead him out of that cage into which, I swore, I would never let him enter again; with another key from the set I opened the metal door on the opposite side of the hallway, the same one that for his entire life I had forbidden him even to look at.
“The hall of secrets,” he exclaimed, staring into the large bedroom into which I was slowly leading him. My confident, seductive fingers caressed his innocent hand and he shyly responded to the touch. “I won't bite you,” I urged him. “Come inside!”
We closed the door behind us and I had to try very hard not to push him against the wall and get inside to impregnate him like an animal. That, however, was his first time, and already for months I had been preparing the bed that was to accommodate his last negative blood and semen.
“What a huge mattress,” he exclaimed as he laid his hands on the bed; I could not tell him but it was the same one in which 19 years earlier Sharon had lost her virginity, negativity and we had conceived him. Three successes for me in just one shot.
His innocent but curious big eyes were fixed on the nightstand, where I had placed some unlabeled bottles and a sealed toothbrush.
“Wow,” Elias lay on his stomach and looked into my eyes. “Do you mean that from tonight I will sleep here?Will I also have the bathroom to myself? Yes, if so I want to become a man!”
I had to count to 10 and breathe deeply, his virgin, firm ass nicely exposed was making me lose my mind but I should not lose sight of my moral values; so I lay down beside him and, slowly, stroked him on his back.
“You are beautiful,” I whispered to him as I tried to use my tongue on him. From his ear, to his neck, I covered him with kisses all over his body and quickly realized that he was not turning me down.
“Dad, what...” I laid a finger on his lips; “no, Elias. You are becoming a man, and among men we call each other by name.”
“Adrian ... Adri ... it hurts me down there! Get the metal off me!”
I addressed  a mischievous grin at him; that was what I wanted, to get him excited but not allow him to use his penis until he was positive and fertile.
“Now we're going to cuddle, OK? You have to be patient, to become a real man you have to earn it.”
“But cuddling is for kids, I am...”
This time I couldn't hold back and stuck a finger in his ass. Damn how tight it was, and Elias tried to push maybe hoping to get me out, but only getting it to widen and I went in with another finger as well.
“Just a faggot, other than a little boy. A bug chasing faggot and I treat you as such!”

[PozTalkAuthor]

OUR STATUS, OUR STATE

The story continues - sorry for any mistakes.

I wanted to finish it today but I did not manage, time is almost up and I'll do my best next week. 

Chapter 8: Lifechanging choices

Author notes: hope no one feels triggered or offended by this, I am inspired by a documentary I watched; it concerned Jim Jones and his "jones town", what a tragedy! A mass-suicide happened in late 1970s which has impressed (and scared) me without limits - how a single person can manipulate minds until the most extreme point. 
But after Albert's death in previous chapter I didn't want to build further drama so I just made the president take control of his robots to force them to work and stop protests, no more deaths or awful stuff. 
I have several points of view here, as they introduce  when the virus is going to stop the second apocalypse in time...
Author note 2: president's name is Greg Arvil - Arvil is anagram of viral. It's completely intentional. 
* * * 
President Greg Arvil's perspective: first weakness?

"Scott", I said when the crowd dissipated; "my ear hurts! Take care of me or else..."
Still standing on the stage I looked around: no one could be seen any longer, just my slave remained with me and he proceeded to wipe my ear. "Nothing, master", he smiled at me; "it's just been some broken glass coming from nowhere. Let's go to your place and I clean you properly".
Scott has always been so devoted to me since I took him away from his parents; I caught them giving him forbidden paper books and I set their whole house on fire, saving the teen's life just at the right moment. "You see all this spit dirtying my shirt", I pointed my finger toward a saliva stain dripping from my chest; "all those who booed at me some minutes ago, are the ones who murdered your parents. You remember who has saved you, right?"
He nodded silently while cleaning any single trace of strangers' spit from me; "master, I am ready for my mission! I will go and get Elias. Time for doubts is over for me now."
"You have to be careful there", I warned, but a doubt formed in my mind: "oh, slave, tell me the truth! Are you trying to get super powers from those folks in Bugdom?" I squeezed his wrist firmly; "thanks Lord there's still this negative boy around, otherwise I'd have burned their town instantly! Those HIV positive pacifists will end sooner or later, it's matter of time. I programmed the virus for war, not for their bullshit."
I fastened a leash on Scott's neck and pulled him close to me, forcing him on all fours: "and don't stand up, or speak, till ordered! Understood?" 
"But you paid me ... you told me I could contact the world again... You remember the elections campaign?"
"Few pure human survivors won't bother voting again", I smiled. "Everything became automatic for these last elections but I'm afraid anyways..." I looked into his eyes, pulling his leash even tighter: "THINGS MESSED UP", I screamed. "Since my trusted vacuum cleaner revealed that boy's existence to me, and worse that he had been your friend too, you must forget our previous plans. You do as I order and go down to Bugdom town when I decide so."
And with a mischievous grin I added, "they have no right to vote, just artificial intelligence votes now and it's trained by me. That stupid human cop with his team will not manage to ruin Europe again. Never more."
"I couldn't even guess this conclusion for your event", Scott whispered; "seeing the crowd around you I was sure they were your followers, our allies. But after that glass storm suddenly hit you, I realize we could have a spy hiding around. Tell me what to do, master!"
"WHAT DID I SAY! DO NOT SPEAK", I yelled slapping his face and guided him across  the deserted road without taking care of the stage and anything else left behind.
Rare living creatures passing by simply ignored us so we could walk straight to my comfort zone and when arrived, I pushed him in front of my house's door. 
Just a fingertip on the lock and it slowly opened, ready for us to meet all my other servants; in silence as they're trained, they began licking my shoes clean but I sent them away: "Number two, get Bella out. Immediately."
"What a miracle", I thought staring at their tongues as they disappeared in creatures' mouths again. When I built all of them from what was left of humans after the war, I could never guess they could work but damn, from all notions I made them learn from resources I banned from human survivors, their culture on how to treat their owner came out really good. 
A tall human-like robot, dressed as a cop, whispered a "yes Lord" and left, just to come back with a huge and heavy box. "Training skips today!" I prompted my electronic servants. "Go downstairs to prepare food for master."
"Reward", said Number Two; "no reward, no obedience." It was shaped like a male human in his 40s, strong muscles coming from lab cultivated cells and a metallic skeleton inside; it  turned its head toward me and tried to lick my ear, just to discover the bandage Scott applied there some minutes before.
"Go to work, timewaster", I barked but it stood in front of the staircase door holding it with its hands, other servants forming a queue behind it. "And if I don't move, other won't! You'll skip lunch today, old fart!"
Through decades I have acquired many experiences in repressing human protests with any means, could I at 100 years old fear some robots trying to dominate me? "No one of you will have rewards", I shouted again; "not today, and never more!" With the press of a button I reset all their knowledge database to "chores only" and all of them began to step through the door under my control; I typed a recipe on a keypad I wore at my wrist, and locked the door as soon as they all disappeared down the stairs.
"But Master", now that we were alone again Scott spoke to me; "Number Two was so kind! He has asked for help when you got injured by the glass and he was gentle with me as well!"
"He", I repeated; "you call a machine like a male human. What did I teach you about pronouns? You remember, I am the only one who can be presented as 'he/him'", you all must be addressed with 'it'! Much easier. And 'they' is plural only. Fuck, I still must give you lessons, slave!"
I sighed in pain, reliving the terrible decision I made in 2029 after my first election; "it took a nuclear war to end that stupid pronoun debate, you weren't born yet when humans claimed the right to use 'they' as singular and now what are you bringing back to surface? Let's go to my room and get ready for your mission."
We walked along the hallway until my master bedroom pulling Scott's leash with  the big box tied on it, my free hand drying a tear in my eye; what was happening to me, to the world I lovingly rebuilt from the apocalypse! 

-----

Scott's perspective
Bella
"Are you crying, master Greg?" I asked when he unfastened my leash; "I've never seen you like that."
"Just cold", Greg said, "and that glass, please check my eyes if they have been hit somehow."
Since he took me as his slave he's been such a dominant master, but now on his 100th birthday he surprised me reversing roles. It was my turn to comfort him like a kid. "I won't end up like that man", his broken voice said, "about one thousand people died for him, you know that story? And then he killed himself... No... I'm not like him. They all escape from me, I count nothing."
I stared at the box, then the ceiling and master's bed, then at Greg once more; his authority mood seemed completely faded. "I had an idol, in 1978 everything happened and I was a young man, I have dreamed of all people following him for so long, especially when I was hospitalized in 1980s and learnt  what that AIDS was... Oh, an era ago! I wanted to recreate Arvil town using Jones town as a model, but without deaths. I wanted a dinasty of slaves, and then..."
"Then you have me", I replied with a caring smile. "You think I'm not enough?" On all fours as I was trained to stay, I sat on my heels listening: he talked about his days in hospital, male and female nurses taking care of him and his secret desires to have sex with all of them. "Sex freedom has caused all that pain", he continued, "I can't allow others to suffer what I suffered myself. So I have decided to access experiments and after the first pill I started hearing voices..."
"Scary", I whispered and took a step forwards toward the box leaning in front of Greg's bed. "You'd rather tell me about this one..."
"DO NOT TOUCH IT", Master grabbed my wrist and pulled me backwards. "I was saying, my mission was to prohibit sex freedom for humanity hoping to stop AIDS spreading! When I became a politician that's was my goal and I achieved it. But..."
"But all went out of control, are you meaning this?"
"Think of it, people started giving the virus deliberately to each other! I hoped it could be a sort of cult, someone commanding them and easy to eliminate but no. They were spontaneous, so I created a bomb cave under the ground and confined every known positive down there."
"Makes sense, they can do whatever they want with no harm but what about unaware people, what did you do?"
"Try to guess", he gave me a terrifying look. In silence Greg walked across the room, checking on every corner and space; "I'll tell you a secret, slave, but remember if you share it around I'll cut your tongue off. You hear me?" 
Again my gaze pointed to the mysterious closed box and I firmly tightened my mouth, teeth blocking lips inside of it. I took a deep breath and counted till ten, in my mind. It was an old trick I learnt when I still lived with my poor parents.
"War", I finally said; "you just destroyed a continent because you wanted to stop a virus..."
"Not exactly", he replied; "You know what old humans said in previous era? 'If you can't beat them, join them'. The virus can be useful for my army and it helped me to create robots, where do you think reasoning ability came from?"
"The ... The virus... The virus talks..." I sensed  that news from my formerly friend Elias when he told me about his parents talking with objects, now Greg telling me he heard voices while hospitalized? Two and two brings four, it's inevitable. But I left the conversation fall. "I'm maybe joking", I said, my face red; "I didn't want to offend you..."
His hand suddenly pressed on my throat and he pushed me down on his bed, finally opening his secret box.
"Bella", he grinned at me, his menacing voice in my ears. "No more Scott, your name will be Bella from now on, understood?"
"No ... no ..." I tried to speak but I suddenly felt something poured down my throat. "Swallow", he ordered, and it was the last thing I remember before passing out.
No idea of how many minutes or hours passed, I only know I woke up in another room with a mirror on the ceiling. "Bella, open your eyes", Greg ordered, and I couldn't recognize what I saw! "It's not me", I thought while looking at myself. I wore long hair, my face completely transformed by a sort of leather mask he put on me. My body, my arms and legs, everything covered in a rubber like substance I couldn't even recognize or take off anyhow.
"Time for you to go and get Elias, its consent or not. Bring it here to me!"
Every attempt to speak was unsuccessful: my throat could not reproduce any sound and my tongue was paralized, I just could open and close my mouth.
"You're a woman now, a lady which Elias will recognize for sure. It'll follow you with no doubt. Go, Bella, go!"
I looked again at the mirror not believing to my eyes: the face reproduced in my mask looked familiar, I had seen it when I was a kid, maybe... A face reminding me a name.
"I know what you're thinking", Master Greg slapped my rubber covered ass; "dressed this way you could win the jackpot and give me back Elias, his father and the virus."
 

[PozTalkAuthor]

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.

[PozTalkAuthor]

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."

Edited November 3 by PozTalkAuthor
stupid grammar mistake.

[PozTalkAuthor]

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.
 

[PozTalkAuthor]

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.

[PozTalkAuthor]

Tried to adjust the epilogue but everything came out deathful and dramatic (what I never want to do in my projects). I would have addressed tons of downvotes on myself.

So, it's confirmed: I let it as open ending, with you free to interpret whatever: does Bella restore Scotty's role? Elias gets poz? The virus manages to defeat Greg? Feel free to imagine whatever.

My mood is no longer for writing sex stories right now, I just have to finish some articles for work then will take a rest on writing, I think. 

[PozTalkAuthor]

UPDATE: thinking of a proper epilogue - like this, I'm skipping the part which excites me most: gifter having sex with his FEVERISH converting chaser (in this case biological and poz son all together) 

then Elias giving his very first poz load to... 

Bella? Scotty? I have yet to decide if Elias discovers to convert Scotty immediately, or not. What's sure is that sentient HIV hasn't allowed Adrian to convert Bella until they're masked, wrapped in rubber, and speechless. HIV doesn't want to get into anonymous and untrustful hosts. They must be sure on where they're going.

Let me think of it some more days (or hours?) I feel that writing is a form of love: if it's genuine, you can argue and even when it seems all over, true love then comes back stronger than before. 

My author's passion is like the one for my partner: can't live without.