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Alone. It's a feeling I've grown quite accustomed to. Being alone just feels like the new normal for me. Ever since the accident that took my limbs three months ago, being alone has been the only constant. I remember waking up in the hospital surrounded by doctors. They said I was in an accident, that my body was subjected to thousands of volts of electricity and my limbs were burnt to a crisp. The only way to save me was to amputate my arms and legs at the shoulders and hips. I could only sit there and take it all in. I could only sit there as I was washed and fed. I could only sit there as my girlfriend dumped me a week after waking up. I could only sit there as I entered the new adapted apartment graciously being paid for by public assistance. I could only sit right now, in the bucket attached to my electric wheelchair, and wait for the new caregiver to come in.

I had gone through I don't know how many caregivers; I think maybe six, each one less and less satisfying. The last caregiver didn't even bother to put on my prosthetic arms before she left. She never seemed like she wanted to be there, just doing the bare minimum required in terms of feeding and bathing before going home the first chance she could. She never tended to some of my desires. Some rather… erotic desires. . .

I jolt up as I hear footsteps approaching the door, the fumbling of keys, and the lock slip as the door opens to reveal my new caregiver. . .and I was caught by surprise. He was tall (then again, everyone is tall to me nowadays), clean cut with a simple short haircut for his brown hair, and a smile that oozed of confidence and excitement while dressed in a stale polo, khaki pants and some basic tennis shoes that screamed of corporate monotony.

“Hello, sorry I'm late. I got caught up in traffic," he says. “My name's Dan and I'm your new caregiver. What's your name?"

“Hi Dan," I respond, being rather aloof to the warmth of his words, but feeling the sincerity of them. “My name's Kevin. Uh… sorry if I don't get up." I let out a nervous chuckle at the awkward attempt at some comedy. I press my shoulder awkwardly into my joystick and try to drive towards him, bouncing wildly back and forth as the inexperienced amputee that I am.

“Sorry you had to come over here on such short notice. I guess you'll have your work cut out for you, since my last caregiver didn't even have the courtesy to let me know she wasn't coming. I almost pissed the bed this morning waiting for her."

“Huh," he retorts, his hand rubbing his chin in contemplation. “I guess I will have my work cut out for me." His hand breaks from his chin and enters his pocket. “Well, I'm all for it. Is there anything you need from me right now?"

“Well," I turn my head in embarrassment as his happiness begins to infect me. “To be honest, I haven't eaten anything all day. I'm kind of starving. If it's too much trouble, I can try to feed myself. The physiotherapist keeps telling me I should practice with my arms anyways." I point my head over to the lifeless mannequin dressed in a messy conglomerate of straps, wires, and plastic with two metal hooks sitting at the end.

Dan ponders for a moment, considering what to do. Maybe he'll just quit right now and leave me alone for another caregiver to take care of.

“Here's what I'll do. I'll go on ahead and put your hooks on. And since I'm rather famished myself, I'll fix us something for both of us to eat. How does that sound?"

I'm surprised by his response. It felt so genuine, so real, so caring. It felt like I finally found a caregiver who can put emphasis on the care part and not just the giving portion. A smile begins to grow my face, as I finally give into the warmth, joy and excitement that seems to exude from him.

“That sounds good," I reply. Here's a caregiver that might finally spend some time with me. For once, I don't get the sense that you're just going to get me settled before hopping on your phone to watch YouTube or something. I pivot my chair and make my way to where the metal and plastic monstrosity resides.

“Those hooks look so fresh," Dan says. “When did these prosthetics come in?"

“I got them when I got out, which was like," I stop and lower my head as I think, before responding “Two weeks ago."

I look back up and see that some red has made its way onto his cheeks, with the look of a child who got caught taking candy out of the jar.

“I'm sorry if that came off the way," he finally lets out into the rather stiff air.

“No worries. I have to get used to being this way at some point, and admittedly the last few weeks have been…weird."

“Well, my job is to make your life as easy and as comfortable as possible. Now let's get those hooks on so you can eat."

“Thanks Dan," I reply, letting out a nervous smile and lean forward as far as my seat belt allows. You meticulously get the plastic contraption onto my shoulders, strapping in each shoulder as if you've rode the Matador bull a thousand times before. Slowly but surely, the straps on the hooks grow tighter as you strap the prosthetic hooks onto what remained of my shoulders. I wince a little in pain, and Dan's expression turns to that of mild concern.

“Let me know if this is too uncomfortable or too tight for you," he says.

“Still a little bit of…phantom pain," I grunt. “But they say it will go away with time." Once the straps are pulled tight, I test the arms, shrugging and jerking my shoulder awkwardly to bend the elbow and lock. Then, I round both shoulders to open and close the hook, nudging my chin against a little lever to make the hook pivot a little. I can only imagine how pathetic it looks to see me awkwardly using my prosthetics like a newborn learning how to walk.

“I think they're all set," Dan says with a bit of cheer in his voice. “Any ideas on what to eat? Anything in the fridge or the cupboard?"

“I think there's some instant mac 'n' cheese or oatmeal that I can maybe handle with a spoon. I just need help getting it in my ha- “I stutter in my tracks. “Uh, hook. You don't have to go through too much trouble though."

“No, it's not a problem. I'll fix up something real quick." He heads into the kitchen and grabs a box of instant mac out of the cupboard, getting the pasta out of the box and filling a bowl with water. He then throws the concoction of dried pasta and processed, powdered cheese into the microwave, pulling it out after a couple minutes in a heap of steam, glistening off his arms. He isn't what I would call a bodybuilder, but he isn't a lanky piece of skin and bone either. There's certainly some definition of muscles in his body.

I park myself next to the small table beside the only other chair, then (try to) prepare myself with my plastic forearm, leaning against the side of my wheelchair to turn it just a few degrees. While not much, it is the only way I can position the hook by myself.

“Here you go," he says, setting the bowl down and placing a small metal spoon into the right hook. “Do you need any more help?"

“Um, I think I can manage," I reply unconvincingly. It takes me a couple tries to grab the spoon, with each failure followed by a profuse number of apologies. But his patience prevails as I struggle to close my hook around the spoon and get it wedged in the “thumb." I unlock my elbow and begin to move my body, trying to find a way to up some of the pasta and put it in my mouth without spilling.

I do manage to get part of a bit into my mouth, taking in the taste of artificial cheese and microwave pasta. But part of it spills down onto my white a-shirt and chin.

“Ah crap, I'm sorry," I say, feeling so useless at the fact I can't even feed myself.

“It's no problem," Dan responds with a warm smile. “I'll clean it up for you." He grabs a few paper towels and runs it across my chin and shirt. Even though it feels strange, I finally think I'm getting used to having no limbs, having everyone else do everything for me, having no control.

“Ah crap, it's already stained your shirt. You don't mind if go on ahead and throw it the wash, do you? I'll have to take your hooks off to do so."

“No, I'm sorry," I respond, taken slightly aback at the request. “I thought I could do it. The truth is usually the caregivers just feed me. I'd though I would impress you and show you I could at least do something." My frustration begins to bleed into my speech as I slam the spoon down against the table, which pitifully slips out of the hook. I let out a depressed sigh.

“Go on ahead, you can take it all off."

He slowly unravels the contraption to reveal what remains of my arms before taking my shirt off and tossing it on the floor near a coffee table. Admittedly, I hate it when people see my body for the first time. While there's still some muscle left from my years in construction work, all that remains on my shoulders is just tattered lumps of flesh on both sides marked with faint scars, which I can thank the plastic surgeon for doing a good job.

He begins to shovel some mac 'n' cheese into my mouth as I swallow it down. After a few bites, he stops with a puzzled look on his face.

“Geez, did your caretakers ever massage your stumps?" I look over to my right shoulder and I can see what he's talking about. It's rather red and tender. I wince as he gives a light tap on my stump.

“Massage? I'm lucky they even touched that part with the soap when they give me a bath." The bitterness in my voice says more than any poet can put into words.

“Well, would you like me to massage them now? I promise you'll feel a lot better if you let me?" I'm taken aback by how bluntly he stated it. There wasn't any apology, any sense of discontent. He sounded like he genuinely wanted to fix the problem at hand. While I'm hesitant, that warm smile continues to work its magic and I slowly cave in.

“Alright," I say with a mild sigh. I back up my chair an inch so he can better reach me before he kneads the tender, sensitive skin and muscle. I'll admit though, with the heavy prosthetics on my shoulders just a minute before, it feels rather nice. Almost…

I look to where his hands are working and start to see some white come back into my stumps. I feel blood begin to slowly move to my cheeks…and to another spot when he says “Alright, let me do your legs now."

I prepare for the embrace as you unbuckle me from the bucket attached to my wheelchair. I feel his strong hands lift me out to reveal the blunt ends of my hips covered by a sewn-up pair of sweat shorts. I feel the blood continue to rush as you pull off my shorts to reveal my hip stumps…and my genitals.

Dan sets me down onto the table, putting aside the now cold mac 'n' cheese, and starts to knead the muscles on my hips. As he applies pressure and motion on my stumps, I begin to feel my penis stir to life. Admittedly, I'm glad my package survived the accident, being a nice, cut seven inches with some decent girth. Although the embarrassment I'm feeling might be overriding my sense of pride as my cheeks turn beet red.

“Hey, don't worry about it," he says in an assuring tone. “It's normal to get an erection from a massage. You don't have to tell me if there's too much shame, but when was the last time you came?"

I'm left stunned at being asked such a question. “Uh, not since before the accident." I try to will my member back down, but it's as hard as steel, throbbing to the rhythm of my heartbeat. It doesn't help that he's at this point playing with my dick, feeling up my balls. I stifle a moan as he slowly starts to jerk it off.

“How about I help with that then?"

“No, no. It's okay. I think I'll be…" I can't even finish my sentence before I let out a moan as he takes my rod into his mouth.

All I can do is sit there and squirm as Dan bobs his head up and down, my cock inside the tunnels of his mouth. I feel my shoulders and hips twitch as he fiddles with my balls, teasing my aching member with his tongue before taking the whole shaft down his throat. I thought I would never be able to enjoy the pleasures of sex again. And yet, my caregiver is giving me a blowjob right now. I want to do anything to have it stop and save a single shred of my masculinity. Because I know I'm straight, I'm certain I am…right?

I know that everyone (or at least most guys) have that sense of respect and admiration for a good-looking man. I tilt my head forward to see Dan has taken his polo off. I can see his softly chiseled arms and chest; his tufts of hair across his upper body; his sharp chin as he continues to suck my…maybe I'm not straight. It wouldn't matter if I was anyways, since I'm helpless to the months of pent-up frustrations slowly fading away in Dan's mouth. I'm still lost in thoughts when I notice he's picked me up and moved to the couch, my dick covered in a mix of saliva and precum.

“Have you ever done it with a man before?" He asks.

“No, even with my experimental days in college," I respond. As he continues to fondle my penis and balls, I notice the tent that's appeared in his khakis.

“I can tell you're about to explode, and I know you want it. I do too. But I want you to hold it in just a little bit longer." He pulls a condom out of his pocket and a bottle of lube, setting them on the coffee table before beginning to undress himself. Once the boxers come off, my jaw drops at his eight-inch cock. I start to feel a tinge of anxiety come in as I for once can't read what he plans to do.

“What are you doing?"

“I'm just joining in on the fun," he responds, flipping me upside down so his cock is directly in my face. “You're not the only one who's pent up, you know."

“Wait a minute, I'm no-mmph" again, unable to finish my sentence as he slips his dick into my mouth. I almost want to bite, for him to leave and to forget this ever happened, except he swallows my shaft again and starts to set the rhythm, sliding his cock through the halls of my throat in tandem with his. It feels…good. I finally begin to relax, letting more of his shaft further down my throat. I can honestly feel myself accepting my complete lack of control over the whole situation, even as I struggle to breathe with his entire cock down my throat. He begins to tease the sensitive area around my asshole before placing a finger inside. It burns for a moment, but that burning of pain turns to pleasure as he finds a rather pleasing spot. I nearly explode as a second finger enters and presses against my prostate.

I start to whimper as his cock finally exits my mouth, tears building in my eyes from nearly choking. My dick soon exits his mouth, and he sets me down on the couch again, slipping on the condom on his cock and grabbing the bottle of lube.

“So do you think you're still straight?" He finally asks.

“I don't…think so anymore," I respond in exhaustive pants, still recovering from the massive shaft just seconds before was shoved down my throat.

“I guess we can find out," he says as he takes some lube and rubs it around my asshole. “This will only hurt for a second, okay?"

“Aaahhh!" I can only scream as he teases his cock around the entrance of my ass. “Just promise it will feel good."

“I promise. In fact, let me help you with that." He leans in and begins to kiss. While startled, I soon begin to relax, his lips providing a sense of warmth and comfort as his cock slowly enters my asshole. I hold back some groans of pain as he finally enters, the lube helping him to slide the full eight inches into my ass. His lip's part from mine as he lifts me from the couch, his body speared with mine.

“Did that help ease your worries?"

“Yeah, I think so. This does feel weird though," I let out a nervous laugh thinking about the fact that I, a limbless man, is about to be fucked in the ass by his new caregiver.

“Good, because it's about to feel really good."

He slowly begins to move, sliding his dick in and out of my ass. At first, it does slightly hurt, but it gives way to pleasure as his cock continually probes my prostate. My penis flops against both of our bodies, flinging precum everywhere. He then picks up the pace, as I can feel his cock grow larger as I know he's about to explode, and I'm not much further as I feel my dick begin to tense up and my balls contract.

I let out a moan as my dick finally releases three months' worth of pent-up cum across my body. Dan moans in tandem as he explodes inside of my ass. He soon pulls out, tossing the condom into the trash before collapsing on the couch beside me. We sit there in silence, panting and trying to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm we both just had. Dan is the first to speak up.

“That…was…amazing. How do you feel now?"

“Um," I try to process all that had just happened. “I feel amazing. I guess I'm bisexual and I just didn't know it."

“Well, I have a friend who would love to meet you." He looks down at his watch as his eyebrows raise to the ceiling. “Shit, I was supposed to pick her up 15 minutes ago. Listen, I'll be right back." He rushes to toss his clothes on, almost completely ignorant of the naked quadruple amputee currently covered in semen left panting on the couch.

“Wait a minute, Dan," I squirm on the couch. “Aren't you going to clean me up?"

“I'll only be gone for ten minutes. Don't worry, I won't leave you bored." His hand enters his back pocket and pulls out a black ring made of silicone. He slips it on my softening cock and presses in. I can only reel back as the vibrations on my cock overload my senses, springing it back to life.

“I'll be right back," he says, walking out the door, leaving me helpless to the vibrations on my cock as the ring constricts my penis.

Having rushed out the door and leaving Kevin with the vibrating cock ring, I hop into my car and speed out into the street. “Goddammit," I think, “how could I have completely forgotten about Sam?" I pull into the parking lot of my personal apartment, thinking about everything that just happened. The oral, the anal, all the amazing sex I just had with Kevin, and his rather impressive member. I reach the door and unlock it, opening it and turning on the lights.

“Sam," I shout, “I'm home."

“About time honey," she responds. “Well, what do you think of him?"

“I'll he'll be perfect for all of us, in fact, the sex we had is why I ran late." I make my way into the living room to see a mess of short, dirty blonde hair poking over the couch.

“Well, that's wonderful darling, I can't wait to meet him."

I turn around the couch to see Sam still in her matching blue underwear, covered in sweat. I lift her up and slip down her panties to remove the vibrator from her pussy. I quickly carry her out to the car and make my way back to Kevin's apartment, with my other limbless client in tow.

Alone. It's a feeling I've grown quite accustomed to, at least until Dan came into my life. I'm alone on the couch: naked and covered in cum, my cock in agony as I'm both pleasured by the vibrating cock ring and inhibited by it. I squirm and writhe, I want to cum and yet I can't. I wish I could just take off the cock ring and explode, but my shoulders only twitch.

After what seems like an eternity, I hear footsteps approaching the door. It opens to reveal Dan, with an indecent woman in his arms. I'm left in shock at her beautiful wide hips and DD breasts contained within some lace underwear. I'm so in shock, I only barely process that she's limbless like me.

“Hey Kevin, I'm back." He seems so nonchalant about the almost naked woman in his arms. “Kevin, I'd like you to meet Sam. Sam, this is Kevin."

I jerk up my head in astonishment, snapped out of my semi-catatonic state of shock and arousal. “You're…you're just like me, Sam. But how…where?"

“It's a long story," Dan says. “Right now, I think both of you need a bath." Admittedly, seeing the sweaty mess that Sam is in and with my body covered in sweat and cum, it does sound like a great idea.

“That's a great idea," Sam responds, “and maybe I can test beautiful cock of yours," pointing her head towards my throbbing rod. I feel the heat return to my cheeks.

“Um, thanks." I respond hesitantly. “I'm glad you like it, but who are you? What in the fuck is going on?"

“She's the person I was supposed to pick up," Dan says, setting Sam beside me on the couch and sliding off the cock ring. He then picks us both up, saying “I take care of her, and I'd thought it would be nice for both of you to meet each other. You're not the only limbless person in the world, you know."

I can feel my cheeks turning as red as a pepper as we enter the bathroom. He sets us both down on the counter before turning on the water. He first undresses himself before finally taking off Sam's underwear, revealing a pair of beautiful D cup breasts seemingly defying the laws of gravity and a soaking, clean shaven pussy. If my cheeks could get any redder, they certainly would explode with blood streaming out of my face. I feel like I'm in a dream; a naked limbless man with an erection that could cut diamonds next to a smoking hot limbless woman about to take a bath with a rather handsome caregiver. I try to pinch myself, but my shoulders just twitch.

“Uh, hi Sam," I say awkwardly. “It's nice to meet you. Were you born this way?" I ask just trying to make some small talk to distract from the strangeness.

“No, I was in a car accident a few years ago. I had my legs amputated immediately, and sepsis took my arms." Kevin picks us both up before setting us in the warm bath, the water becoming stained by both of our fluids. “What about you?"

“I stepped on a live power line. My legs were fried, and infection took the rest. I just woke up like this two months ago."

“I'm sorry to hear that," she says with some sorrow in her voice. “Afterwards, I needed to find a caregiver, and Dan was the first one who actually tended to my needs." She shakes her body, her boobs swaying as she does. “After two months in rehab and six months with female caregivers so shitty they didn't even shave me, Dan came into the picture."

She tilts her head up to Dan's as he washes her short hair with some shampoo. I will say, Dan also rocking a nice erection eases my embarrassment towards my own. “Your caregivers sucked too, huh? I was in sort of the same situation. Today was my first day with Dan. It was…" I give a slight scowl, looking to him as he shampoos my hair, “…interesting."

As Dan lathers up a sponge with some soap, I can't help but notice the smile on his face. “I get the feeling Dan really enjoys his job," I say, his smile and enthusiasm, along with Sam's, spreading over to me.

“I guess that's a way to put it." She retorts.

“Now listen," Dan finally blurts out. “All I can say is I give what other caregivers don't: care and love."

With that, he quickly pinches one of Sam's erect nipples and gives my cock quick jerk, letting out a small chuckle as we both moan.

“I'll be honest," I say while Dan washes my body with soap, giving a rather distracting amount of attention to my dick and balls. “When I woke up like this, I wished that my genitals were caught in the crossfire. I thought I would be a celibate for the rest of my life, never being able to cum again."

“I thought the same thing too, but Dan has changed so much in my life," she says. As Dan cleans up Sam with the sponge, he pinches one of her nipples, leaving her teased since she can only moan. With another stroke of her pussy and a tug on my cock, the conversation almost stops dead in its tracks.

“Holy shit, I need to cum again," I suddenly blurt out. The red that slowly faded from my cheeks in the bath returns, and I can see Sam's cheeks turning red. Though her nod and smile give me some assurance. Between Dan's endless teasing and staring at Sam's gorgeous tits, I feel like I'm losing my mind.

“Don't worry," Dan finally says. “You both will cum again very soon." He steps out to set out a towel before lifting Sam and I out of the bathtub and pulls the plug to drain the water. After drying all of us off to satisfaction, he carries us into the bedroom and sets us both on the bed, our faces aimed directly at each other's genitals.

“I think you both know what I want you to do," Dan says, his cock in hand ready for the fun to start. We both squirm a bit to get ourselves into position, with my face looking right at Sam's pussy and my dick right on Sam's face. She moves her head around until she's finally able to swallow my member into her mouth, as I start to eat out her pussy. I can only imagine what corporate, or hell, anyone would think if they walked in. Seeing a limbless man and woman eating each other out while an employee (or just some person to anyone else)) stands beside watching, jerking himself off.

Sam is rather skilled with her mouth, using her tongue to skillfully tease the head of my cock as she continually moves the shaft in and out of her throat. I try to go as deep into her pussy with my mouth, teasing the clitoris and opening the folds with my tongue, as we both moan as loud as we can with our mouths occupied. Dan occasionally plays with my balls or gropes one of Sam's tits, giving the nipple a pinch or just massaging her breast.

“Say, I want to try something." Dan separates us, putting Sam on her back and lifting me up to face her. I feel his cock pressed against my ass. My arm and leg stumps twitch as I moan, feeling the pressure grow before he slowly enters. He then grabs my dick and aims it at Sam's vagina, with Sam biting her lip in anticipation. I feel my cock slowly enter her pussy as we both let out audible moans.

Then Dan begins to thrust, using my torso as a buffer. As his cock comes out of my ass, my cock goes deeper into Sam's pussy and vice versa. He occasionally leans forward so Sam, and I can lock our lips and kiss each other's stumps. With Sam's tits squashed against my chest while I fuck her with Dan fucking me in tandem, the insane pleasure of my cock in Sam's pussy and Dan's in my ass, I can't even form words. I feel my stumps twitch and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

As Dan begins to increase the pace, I feel the pressure grow in my prostate and pressure build in my dick. “I'm close," I let out between pants and moans.

“Me too," Dan and Sam say at the same time. Dan quickly reels back, sliding my cock out of Sam's pussy. I can feel him explode in my ass as I cum all over Sam's boobs and face. I don't think she minds though, considering she's in the throes of her own orgasm as it happens. Dan pulls his cock out of my ass and sets me down on the bed before collapsing between the two limbless fucktoys. We lay there for a while, Dan fondling my penis and balls and playing with Sam's breasts, cum leaking out of every orifice: my cock, Dan's cock, my throbbing asshole, and Sam's pulsating pussy. I know for a fact, in my 29 years of life on the Planet Earth, this is the best sex I've ever had.

“That…was…amazing," I finally let out after what seems like an eternity.

“Same." Dan and Sam both respond.

I let out what seems like a rather late apology to Sam for exploding my seed all over her limbless body.

“It's…okay." We all retreat into silent panting for a few minutes before Dan finally speaks.

“What do you think?"

“I thought I would never cum again," I respond, “and I've just came twice within the span of an hour. You made a sex sandwich out of me." We both laugh at the true absurdity of what just happened.

“Well, would you like me to be your permanent caregiver? I promise there'll be a lot more sex if you do?"

I think over the weight of what he just asked. I look over to see his handsome face and chiseled chin. I also see Sam squirming for attention, wanting to get clean from the mess I made all over her. I'm in complete disbelief that any of this just happened.

“Permanent, huh?" I retort. “Okay, I accept."

“That's great. I can also file some paperwork so we can all live in this apartment together. What do you think?"

“Both of us?" I smile widely as I look over at the voluptuous torso. “I mean, it'd be a lot of work taking care of both of us. Then again, I doubt you even think of this as work…"

“You're right, I don't. In fact, I already told Sam about you and the plan this morning and she's completely on board. What do you say?"

“Let's do it. Three people and only one person has a set of limbs between us. How bad could it be?"

“Then welcome to your new life," Dan says as he picks up Sam and dangles her body over my face. I understand what he's asking of me, and I begin to lick the cum off of Sam's tits as she quietly moans.