Memoirs of An Amp Fancier

by Alex Cartwright

Let's get the stuffy part over with now. I mean me: who I am and so on.

Alex Cartwright is my real name. I'm 42 years old, slight in build--I'm 58"and weigh 160--but even so have a nice well-shaped bod and my genes were particularly good to me in the crotch department. I mean in tight bikini bathing briefs, I'm all bulge.

I became aware of my predilection for amputees at a very early age. I was probably about three when my mother deposited me on the leg of an old one-legged man who sat in a wheelchair. I remember sitting there shaking with excitement and staring at his stump which was tightly enclosed in a pant leg that had been cut to fit. I recall reaching out to touch the stump and I clearly remember the old man's sharp intake of breath. I may have had a hard-on, I don't know. All I know is I wet-dreamed about that man on and off for years.

I also recall that when I was thirteen I saw a DAK for the first time. It was a warm summer day and he was sitting in a wheelchair under an awning in front of a department store where my mother and older sister were shopping. I had a large paper cup with lemonade and was waiting outside for them, when I caught sight of the legless man. I walked slowly over to him, staring at his two pants-covered stumps, knowing full well that my hardening cock was pushing my light blue shorts out in front. I got up to within three feet of him and stopped and continued to stare. Then, completely unexpectedly, I came in my pants! I looked down and saw this great dark wet spot growing and began feeling like the end had come when I heard a voice from in front of me.

"Ah guess y'all like wat ya see," said the voice. I looked up and for the first time saw the face of the legless man, and he was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. He was grinning and continued, "If you wasn't so gol-durned young, I'd take you home with me and give ya a nice juicy lollipop to suck on. Ya'd like that wouldn't ya?"

Of course at the time I didn't know what he meant exactly, but the idea of going home with him made me get harder than before. "I'll go with you!" I said in a very low voice.

"Oh no ya don't," he said making a wry face. "And have me put in jail for kidnapping you? Oh no ya don't." His face suddenly grew hard. "I bin through that shit! Git away from here, kid, beat it."

I stared at him for I don't know how long. Then I heard my mother call me. I looked at my pants front in panic.

Then the legless voice said, "Pour that stuff down your front." Still looking at him, my back to my mother, I poured the lemonade onto my crotch. "Thass a good kid," he said. "Now beat it!"

I tried to start crying, and turned to my mother who looked at what had happened and said, "Oh Alex! Look what you've done! Never in my life . . ." her words of exasperation flooded over me and, since I'm not that type, I abandoned my attempt to cry.

I tell you this only to give you some background to my "thing" about amputees.

Since then I've tried to sublimate this "thing" but without much success. To this day, whenever I see an amp, any kind of amp, I get a roaring hard-on.

Meanwhile I've worked damned hard at my contracting business, and for a 42-year-old, I've done phenomenally well. I've made loads of money and am what people call very well off. Then six years ago this June, I heard about Handicaps International, a totally off-beat organization involving gay male amputees who were to be auctioned off. The man who runs the outfit is an MD and surgeon and the guys he's amputated are for sale. It seems that when a guy has a bad accident that requires amputation, he doesn't charge but will sell the guy to the highest bidder. That's the way he gets paid. When I first heard about it, I thought it didn't sound quite right, but then in the gay world, what does?

I contacted the head of the outfit, a Dr. Becker, and asked for more info. He sent me a "catalog" which consisted of nude photos and descriptions of guys who were amputees and were going to be sold at auction on the first Sunday in July, not quite a month away. Well, just looking at the pictures kept me jacking off for a week! And the guy that really turned me on was a 30-year-old who had lost both arms on his job, his stumps being only about three or four inches long. The blurb that went with the picture, said he had a ten-inch cock, and it looked like it. The starting price was $100,000!!!

Well, I went to the auction, and talk about coming in your pants! I damned near did it again as I watched the nude amps being paraded before the fifteen guys who were there to buy. Among the eight were two DAKs in their wheelchairs, and one quad--arms and legs gone at elbows and knees--in a wheelchair pushed by a young kid on crutches who had lost his right leg.

There were eight up for sale and they all lined up for us fifteen potential buyers to stare at. Since the prices were either $75,000 or $100,000, it was obvious that the men there were very wealthy. One of the things included in the catalog was a price list of custom amputations which the good doctor would gladly perform on any of the men, removing whatever limb the buyer wanted removed, and if not a limb, maybe the penis, testicles, whatever the buyer might have in mind, even an eye!

According to the catalog, most of the amputations were the results of accidents, but one of the buyers who I got acquainted with--a Fritz Fuller--said that all the amps had been wannabes, and that Dr. Becker faked the reports. The doctor also said he used something he had invented called a Mind Modifier, which allowed the amputee to come to terms with the amputation very quickly, but if they were already wanting to be an amputee, I figured the "mind modification" was useless except for icing.

Here are the eight: #1 had lost his right arm; #2 had lost both arms--my favorite; #3 had lost his right leg; #4 had lost both legs; #5 had lost both legs; #6 had lost his right arm and right leg; #7 had lost his left arm, right hand and the head of his cock; and #8 had lost each arm at the elbow and each leg at the knee and he had a gigantic cock!

The sequence I named them in was the sequence in which they were auctioned. I bid heavily on number two, the guy who had lost both arms, and got him. Cost me $111,000!

In case you're wondering why I would want an armless "slave", the answer is like this. Doing things for a person without arms is the most intimate thing one can do for another. Having sex with a guy, sucking him off, him sucking you off, is intimate, yes. But to hold a guy's cock while he pees, wipe his asshole after he shits, feed him his food three times a day, bathe him and soap him from top to bottom, dry him and dress him: that's true intimacy, that's where you really get to know a guy and you either become bosom buddies or you become enemies.

You are his lifeline--and his slave in a perverted sort of way, and he is your slave in a very real way, for he can do nothing unless you allow it and do it for him. If you tie off his cock he can't even pee without your permission. Tie each ankle to a corner of the bed, and he's helpless. You can sit on his hard dong--and my guy's got a full fat nine inches plus (yeah, the catalog says ten) and fuck yourself silly without letting him cum. He's really your slave. And you can fuck him in the mouth until he's drunk on your jism.

My armless slave's name is Matt, Matt Warner. When the auction was over, I had a talk with Dr. Becker about Matt. He said that Matt came to him begging for him to cut off both his arms only two months ago. Now when that happens, the doctor, according to his story, sends the guy to a psychiatrist who resorts to hypnosis and other things to make sure the guy is really serious about losing the limb or limbs. In Matt's case, he was blithering about the matter so the doctor said he'd do it, but for payment, Matt would have to be sold, the money going to the doctor in return for the operation.

Matt agreed to being sold because he'd have to find someone to take care of him. Dr. Becker also told me he had mentioned to Matt that perhaps the buyer would want more taken off, and Matt's reaction had been, "I'll give him my legs!" Becker said that he answered with, "But the man who buys you may want to remove your cock and balls. What about that?" Matt's reply was "Jesus!"

When Becker and I had finished our conversation, I went to the dressing room where the amps were dressing, and there I found Matt, naked, his cock full up because one of the legless guys was sucking it. I watched for a minute or two before I told the legless guy to leave my slave alone and get lost. Then I saw how good-looking the legless guy was and what a nice big cock he had and was impressed, so I told them to sixty-nine and give each other a farewell blow job. The legless guy's name was Glen Corbett, and so he swung around and they went after each other's cock like it was their first time. When they came they both pulled their heads back, and let the two big cock fountains shoot cum all over the place. Beautiful. Something told me I was going to enjoy my armless boy.

Standing with me and watching was Fritz, since Fritz had bought legless Glen. I asked Fritz on the sly if Glen was a wannabe and that's definitely what it was about! What an interesting man, this Dr. Becker!

While I watched, Matt rocked himself up off the floor to his feet and I went over to him, put my arms around him and kissed him full on the mouth to which he responded hotly! I was delighted.

"You're hot stuff, Matt!" I said. "My name's Alex Cartwright and you're going home with me. I hope that's OK with you?"

"Jeez, mister, y'ain't got no idea what good news it wuz for me when you outbid that fat boy! I wuz really scared there for a few minutes!" Matt said with a smile.

He was right. The guy bidding against me must have weighed at least 400 pounds. But I was sort of taken aback by Matt's seeming lack of education. Well, I could take care of that.

"Let's get you dressed," I said. "And where do you live? Are you ready to move to my place?"

"My clothes're in there," Matt nodded to a locker. "It ain't locked. Yeah, I kin move any time. Me an' Glen paid a whole month an' told the woman we might be leaving."

"Glen," I said. "That guy over there without legs?"

Matt nodded.

"You've been roommates?"

"Shor. He's my older brother. His name's Glen Warner but Becker made him use Corbett for the auction."

I began to detect a future jam-pack full of all kinds of amputee sex!

Without further comment, I opened the locker and found an old pair of levis, an old shirt, a pair of old shoes and no socks. I looked at them and turned to Matt. "Is this everything?"

"Shor is," he said.

"Well, that's the first thing we do tomorrow, buy you some clothes. The second thing we do is put 'em on and the third thing is go see a prosthetist."

I should tell you that I had arranged to take the week off. This guy and I had to get broken in to a whole new living arrangement. I knew a week wouldn't be enough time but it would help.

"A prosthetist?" Matt said with a happy look on his face.

"Yeah. He'll make you a couple of artificial arms--you know, the ones with hooks on 'em."

Matt's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "You're gonna git me arms?! Hey Glen! Ya hear that? This guy's gonna git me arms with hooks!"

Glen was across the room dressing himself on the floor while Fritz sat on a bench waiting. "Nice going, buddy!" Glen called back.

"Which outfit are you going to?" Fritz asked from across the room.

I answered, "West Side Limb and Brace."

"Ha! That's where we're headed!" Fritz exclaimed.

"You're gonna git me legs?" Glen said. "Hey Matt! I'm gonna git legs! I'll see ya there!"

At that point I knew the future was looking very rosy. Then I got the pants out of the locker and stepped behind Matt and held them down low in front of him. He stepped into each leg and I pulled them up.

"Hey! You done this before?"

"No," I answered, "but I've given it a lot of thought."

Then I put the shirt on him making sure the nubs were in the sleeves, buttoned it, tucked the shirt into the pants from behind, playing with his cock while I pushed the front of his shirt inside. Matt turned his face toward me and gave me a knowing smile, having liked what I did. I winked at him. He winked back. He sat down and I put the shoes on him. "Tomorrow we buy underwear and socks, too."

"An' me a nudist at heart!" he commented.

At that moment Fritz came over and handed me his card. "I think it would be nice if we kept in touch."

I got a card out of my wallet and gave it to him. "I would like to. It seems our boys are not only friends but brothers as well."

Fritz smiled. "So it seems. Glen just told me. It's nice to know."

"Yeah, it is nice to know," I agreed.

The four of us were far from alone, as there were the other six amps and us eight buyers, plus Dr. Becker and several of his staff.

The quad guy who had lost both arms at the elbow and both legs at the knee brought the highest price of the auction--$118,000, paid by an exceptionally good-looking man with gray hair who must have been at least 65. The man was still dressing the quad whose name was Grant.

The gray-haired man looked over at me. "Did I hear you mention West Side Limb and Brace?"

"You sure did," I answered.

"I haven't talked it over with Grant yet, but if he agrees, that's where we'll be going."

Looking at Grant was a turn-on. It had been a kind of toss-up choosing between Grant and Matt, but I figured if I really wanted a quad, I could always take Matt back to Becker and have his legs trimmed. I went to the gray-haired man.

"My name's Alex Cartwright. Here's my card. Maybe we'll want to get together some time."

"Thank you. I'm George Starrett." He got his wallet out and gave me his card. "We've never met, but my business has prospered nicely because of you. Georgian Steel."

I was flabbergasted! The head of a big steel firm, one of the toughest businessmen in the nation...and an amp freak! "It's a pleasure to meet you and discover we have so much in common!"

"Likewise," Starrett said with a grin.

Considering his reputation, instead of prostheses I would have expected him to trim the quad down to two shoulder disarticulations and two hip dislocations and put im in a sack, but I didn't say it out loud.

I held out my hand. "Remember! We'll get together. Let's try to do it in about a month." We shook on it.

Then I collected Matt who was talking to Glen and Fritz and we left, heading for Matt's former residence which was a dismal room in a wretched part of town. I took Matt's clothes, such as they were and his toilet articles and put them in a box and we then headed for home.

I don't live like a millionaire, but I do live in a large old house with high ceilings and big rooms. My bedroom is on the second floor and has an enormous bath that I modernized and installed an enormous shower stall with two shower heads.

I gave Matt a tour of the house and then I told him we were going to eat dinner right there at home. Would he like a shower first?

"Yeah. Glen wasn't much good at helping me keep clean. At home we had a shower but at that rooming house there was only a bathtub and Glen would have to sit there while I moved around so he could wash me."

"You got it! A shower for you coming up. You can wear something of mine afterwards. Tomorrow we buy you clothes."

I undressed Matt before I undressed and as I was stripping him, I got a hard-on looking at his naked body with the short stumps adorning his broad shoulders. God he looked sexy!!

While he watched, I stripped, and he saw for the first time what he was going to be living with. When I was completely naked, I just stood there and let him look. He evidently liked what he saw because that big cock of his rose to its nine fat inches.

He stared at my cock. "How big is that sucker?"

I smiled. "Surprised?"

"Yeah. I ain't never seen nothing like it. How big is it?"

"You've never seen anything like it?"

"Hell, no! It's really something else. How big is it?"

"Eight and one-quarter inches," I answered.

"Goddamn!" Matt said. "I didn't know cocks curved like that."

"Haven't you seen many other cocks?" I asked a bit surprised. My cock sticks out and curves upward making a large hook.

"Only my brothers."

That was welcome news somehow. "How many brothers do you have?"

"I got eight brothers and two sisters."

That was a stunner! Eleven children in his family! There was a lot to hear about where Matt was concerned. "Come on! Let's take our hard cocks in there and shower. You're going to tell me exactly how you like to be scrubbed."

"Shit man, I don't know, with soap I guess!"

Again I put my arms around him and kissed him and again he returned the kiss hotly. One arm still around him, I headed us for the shower.

I got the water a nice mix and we got under and I started with shampoo, getting his hair full of rich suds. Then I started on his face with washcloth and soap. Slowly working my way down, I got to his massive drooping whang and big balls. Soaping my hands heavily I took hold of his cock which had begun to soften and got it back hard again in a hurry. I sudsed his ass and crack and massaged his balls while he put his head down by my face and moaned gently with the pleasure, but I made no effort to jack him off.

Genitals full of suds, I proceeded down his legs and caught myself wondering what he'd look like without them, with nothing but two round-end cylinders hugging that big cock. The thought really turned me on and my cock was screaming for that kind of attention. I even washed his feet and then told him to rinse.

He got under one of the shower heads and I then shampooed, scrubbed head to toe and rinsed. Matt had been standing there watching me scrub down and watching my hard hook-cock bounce, and then he knelt and fell into my crotch and grabbed at my hook with his mouth, but because of its upward curve he couldn't get it into his mouth. So I pushed it down and turned to one side so he could get the head of it in his mouth. When he got it in his mouth he began sucking and tonguing the head of it so ravenously that within a matter of seconds I was shooting a hell of a big load into his mouth and he was taking every drop of it.

Oh God how I needed that! I had spent the afternoon with that hard hook digging into my belly and now the release! I grabbed hold of Matt and sank to the floor and hugged him tight. Then I got up and pulled him to his feet and made him lean against the wall and I went down on that huge slab of man meat and worked him over until he was shaking like a leaf and making weird noises and then he blasted the back of my throat with burning hot cum. He tasted wonderful, so wonderful I could have eaten and drunk from his fountain for hours, but he was wilting fast and sliding to the floor, the water splashing off of us.

I put my arms around him again and kissed him passionately and he returned the passion. God what a great guy! and I fingered and played with those stumps and got hard again and so did he, but I hauled him to his feet and turned off the water. Suddenly it was quiet, only the two of us breathing hard and staring at each other and looking at each other's cocks.

"This is the first time I've missed my hands. I wanna squeeze that dong of yers. Oh God why'd I do it? If I'd a met you first I never woulda done it."

"And I would'nt have paid any attention to you because the only lover I ever wanted is an amp! You can use your mouth to touch and feel my cock. Chew on it and find out how hard it really is."

I took him in my arms, having discovered that if I held him right, my arms were just below his stumps, and the feel of those nubs against my bare arms was heavenly torture. We stood there kissing for a while and then we both felt the need for change.

I dried him off vigorously and neither of us said anything, because we had done what we wanted and needed to recoup our losses for the next occasion.

I got out two pair of jockey shorts and helped him into his, taking care to get his fat long-limp cock and balls well seated in the pouch, and then put on mine. Our nakedness covered, we went down to the kitchen to get us some dinner.

"Sit down," I said and pulled a chair out for him at the table where I usually eat breakfast. "Tell me about your family while I cook somethng."

"My family? Shit, there's nothing much ta tell 'cept they was a lot of us. Nine boys an' two girls."

"You must have had a huge house!" I said.

"Hell, no! We wuz on a farm in Oklahoma, where ma an' pa had come to from Tennessee. They wuz only two bedrooms in the house an' one bathroom. They had three boys first an' then a girl, Earle an' Bobby an' George an' Ethel. Will come next. Then Georgina, followed by Marvin, Jim, Everett, Glen and me. Ever eleven months ma had a baby. Ma an' pa shor had their hands full. I've heard em talk about it. I don't 'member any of their birthdays only how big their cocks wuz, an' it wuz some time after --"

I interrupted. "What do you mean `how big their cocks were'?"

"Oh I'll get around to that, never you worry. Ya like big cocks, don't ya? Ya otta, ya got one! But I shor didn't know they come curved like that hook you got.

"Anyway, after Everett wuz born, that's when pa got the idea to take part of the space in the barn an' make it into a sort of dormitory for the boys. So that summer--I think it wuz 1965--he an' ma an' Earl an' Bobby built in a large room in the barn an' they put in a big shower an' a toilet--we had a septic tank--an' a water heater so's we could take hot showers. An' that August Glen was born an' the following year, 1966, I wuz born. June 30."

"And you're the last. How come your ma didn't have any more?"

"Well, I ast Earl 'bout that an' he said that she had a secret operation that pa never found out 'bout, except pa knew something had happened to her on account she had scars, an' she tole him it wuz the baby that done it. I guess mebbe so on account she didn't have no more kids, an' they shor didn't stop fuckin, Earl said."

"You mention Earl a lot. Was he your favorite brother?"

"Well . . . yeah. Ya see, Earl sorta raised me. We always slept in the same bed. They wuz only four beds an' Glen an' Jim an' Everett all slept in one bed till pa got Earl a bed a his own. Then Glen and I had a bed together. That's when we really began having sex. An' boy! did we hafta keep that place clean! Ma would whip us if we didn't pick up our shit."

"What was your dad like?"

"Pa? He wuz crazy! I think I'm like him. He hated clothes. He went naked whenever he could, which in the summer wuz most alla time. Except when he wuz working in the fields."

I was curious. A family of eleven kids, two of them girls and a father who was a nudist! "Did he go naked in front of the girls?"

"Hell yes! Ma usta git on him 'bout it an'--well, she had good reason. Pa had a cock like a horse. Earl measured it once an' said it was almost exactly 12 inches long when it was hard."

"Good God! Twelve inches!" I was flabbergasted.

"Yeah an' his balls were huge. I saw him lots of times when he was hard an' lots of times when he was soft. That thing an' them balls wuz somepin else, I'll tell you!" Matt paused in a kind of reverie of admiration. "Shit," he said slowly, "what a fuck pole that wuz!" He paused again. "But Marvin's got an even bigger one!"

"Marvin?"

"One of my older brothers. I think he was the seventh one. They say the seventh child gits it all, an' in Marvin's case he shor got more 'n the old man! I measured Marvin's dong several times an' it's always twelve an' one-quarter inches. An' me! Shit I only got nine an' a half. Jis the sight a that thing makes my cock wanna shoot. I ain't never give him a blow job but I'd shor like ta!"

"You measured his cock?" This guy and his family were getting more interesting every minute.

"Yeah. We used to have some pretty good times. I know I made my old man sound sort of goofy, goin nekked an' all, but he wuz a good man an' the smartest farmer ya ever saw. An' all us guys really worked for our keep. He never grew no ordinary crops. He learnt in college about raising rape an' sorghum an' soy beans an' such an' he always made a mint of money on em 'cause no one else had 'em. An' he sold direct to the processor. Good business. An' he had this big cunt-buster of a cock an' sometimes on a summer evenin' he'd come down ta the barn nekked to talk to us guys an' sometimes we'd be having a jack-off circle an' he'd join us, an' if we wuzn't havin' a jack-off circle, why he'd up an' git one started. Y'ever been in a jack-off circle?"

"No," I answered, my cock beginning to rise to the occasion, "but it sounds like something I'd like to try. Tell me about it."

"They ain't nothing to it. We'd just sit around on the floor nekked an' play with our dongs an' the one who cum first had to jack all the others off. I always cum first 'cause I loved to play with them big hunks of meat. An' when pa wuz with us, I'd do him last. He wuz thick an' juicy. My God what a beautiful cock he had!"

"What you're telling me is that all of you were -- well -- gay?"

"Oh hell no! Glen an' I wuz the only gay ones. The others never touched each other or either me or Glen, but they knew we wuz gay an' didn't mind if we touched them. Pa loved it. He tole me I wuz better at jackin' him off than ma!" Matt laughed at that.

"An' by the time I was eighteen there weren't many left. Jis' Glen, Marvin, Earl, Everett an' me. Bobby wuz married to his childhood sweetheart an' farmin' like pa did, raisin' crops nobody else had. William wuz in college learnin' agronomics. George wuz in Europe with the peace corps, an' Jim wuz workin' in town runnin' a cheese factory. He wuz married, too, but even so when his missus had the rag on, he usta come home for a blow job now an' then from either Glen or me. He liked it better than a hand job. An' he had a real biggy, eleven an' three-quarters inches an' thick like pa's."

"Your dad went to college, you said."

"Yeah, an' so did I. I got a degree in economics but all I ever been able to think about wuz gittin' amputated. I know I don't sound educated, but my pa says we should talk like where we come from. When I write a paper about something, I write grammatical an' all that. Like a real professor!" Matt laughed.

"Me an' Glen usta play amputated a lot an' our brothers would pitch in an' help. Glen, he would tie his feet up to his ass so he looked like he had no legs below the knees. An' I would have him or another brother tie my arms behind me. We started doing this before I ever started to school. An' one of my brothers would feed me an' hold my cock so's I could pee. They would bathe me in the shower. It wuz great an' they got a big kick outta it. An' Glen he would walk around on his knees, his feet tied up in back an' Marvin he made a little pair of crutches so Glen could stand up with 'em. Pa would sometimes join us in the fun we'd have."

"Did any of your brothers ever join you as amps?"

"Well, Marvin once or twice had Glen tie his right arm to his body an' then he'd put a shirt on an' pretend to have only his left arm. But he din git much kick outta it. Glen wuz a year older 'n me, an' I remember how I usta watch his cock git hard when he got all tied up thatta way. An' mine would too, even then."

"Had any of you ever seen an amputee?" I said, struggling to maintain some sort of balance during this avalanche of information. Matt with a degree in economics! Boy, was I wrong thinking I'd have to send him back to school. If, that is, he was telling the truth.

"Hell no! The first amputee I ever saw wuz when I wuz in college in my sophomore year. One of the guys in my class that year had transfered from another school an' he was missing his left leg at the hip. We had two classes together an' ever time I saw him I got a hard-on. I usta walk behind him an watch him walk, on account he was so fuckin' graceful with them crutches. When we got to know each other better, we'd go out for a pepsi an' talk, an' I began to understand where he wuz comin' from so one evenin' he come over ta my room where I wuz livin' an' we went to bed together. It wuz my first an' only experience with someone outside my family until you. He had a small cock which I guessed to be about seven inches. An' until I met him I didn't know that us guys at home were freaks. He wuz a real nice guy an' we had a pleasant year together. I told him all 'bout wantin' ta be armless."

"Where was Glen?"

"Glen was in another school learnin' to be a teacher. We didn't go to the same college. Moby--that wuz my friend's name--wuz very sensitive. I could kiss his scar jis once an' he'd git hard as a rock. That's when I learned about stumps being sensitive an' he didn't even have a stump."

The dinner was coming along sort of slow, and I was so intrigued with Matt's story, I wasn't hurrying things.

"How did you hear about Dr. Becker? When did you hear about him?"

"Moby, my one-legged friend, heard about him an' tole me 'bout him. Moby had been amputated when he was ten years old. Cancer, he said. But he heard about Becker makin' people amps through a friend of his, so he tole me about him an' I went to see him, an' he said he could do it, but it would have to be some sort of accident. Well, after I graduated I got a job at a box factory as an accountant. After about six weeks I knew 'bout everything in the business, includin' the fact that one of the workmen was badly hurt by a machine an' lost his arm as a result. That give me the idea to blame a machine for takin' both my arms. So I quit the job after telling Becker what I was doin', an' Becker said he'd do it if I agreed to be sold. So it wuz a deal." He looked at me and smiled. "An' here I am! Your slave."

"And Glen?"

"Oh I tole Glen 'bout Becker an' Glen went through the same thing. Becker made up the story 'bout a plane crash after he cut off Glen's legs. This wuz after he had cut off my arms. Becker has a sort of hospital an' I wuz still there when Glen come in to be amputated. I wuz there as long as Glen wuz an' it wuz great, us two suckin' each other off, an' some of the other guys hangin' around wantin' in on the action. All them guys in the auction is gay. But we din fool aroun' none. We jis stuck to each other. We did become perty good friends with the guy called Grant. Grant wuz there a long time."

"Tell me about him. He seems like a nice guy."

"He's a real handsome dude an' he's got a dong on him that practically makes him a real Warner. He could be a brother to me an' Glen if you go by cock size. He's bigger'n me -- jis a little over ten inches. He wuz there a long time. Becker took both my arms in the same operation an' he did the same with Glen, but with Grant he did an arm an' leg first and let Grant perty much get recovered from that before he cut off the other arm an' leg. We usta exchange stories 'bout how we played bein' amps when we were little. Grant, he'd tie his legs up like Glen usta, and then his ma would tie his hands to his shoulders so he could be helpless."

"His mother did this?"

"That's what he said. Seems like she wanted to be an amp, too! Anyway that's what he said."

My head was reeling with all the stuff I'd learned in that short history of the Warner family and how amps were manufactured at the Becker establishment. The dinner was about ready so I set the table while Matt sat there and watched me do all the work.

"You're getting out of helping me right now, but once you get a couple hooks attached to those beautiful nubs of yours, you'll be able to cook dinner for me. You know how to cook?"

"Hell yes! I kin make cornbread and sweet potato pie, and a whole mess of things, but I don't think hooks would mix pie dough too good."

"I'll get you a special dough attachment and then plug you in like an electric mixer."

Matt laughed. "That'd make my ears light up. Say, Alex, I bin meanin'to ask ya--did you ever wanta to be an amputee?"

"How do you like your steak?"

"Warm an' raw. Didja?"

"No, I never wanted to be an amputee, but as long as I can remember, just seeing an amputee gives me a hard-on."

"You mean it still does?" Matt sounded unbelieving.

I told him about the first DAK I saw and coming in my pants. "And today at the auction. The sight of all you naked amps came within a cunt hair of making me come in my pants again. I fought it and won, but it was close."

"I guess you bin a lover for lots of amps, then. Tell me 'bout 'em. Wuz any without arms like me?"

"Matt, believe me, today in the shower with you was the first time I've ever made love to an amputee. On my honor."

"Holy shit! But you bin with men before. You suck cock like an old pro, mister. You have, ain't ya?"

"Very few and not recently. Don't forget I run a big company and my days usually run about twelve hours long. And today I talked to a man I'd never met but who I've done a hell of a lot of business with. I was surprised as hell to find out he was gay and an amp lover as well. He's the toughest son-of-a-bitch I ever did business with."

I started serving Matt's plate. "This is all new to me Matt. Do you want me to feed you, or would -- "

Matt interrupted. "If you don't mind, jis cut up the steak and anything else an' put the plate right under my nose an' I'll eat dog fashion. That's what I do with Glen. It's a little messy but you can wash my face afterwards. That way we both eat at the same time. OK?"

I laughed. "That's exactly what I was going to suggest. Glad you got to it first. Here you go, Matt, you gorgeous hunk. I'll serve my plate an' sit right down."

We pretty much ate in silence because both of us were exceptionally hungry. Matt did slop things around, but he was independent and he enjoyed it. Watching him lean over and lap up his mashed potatoes and a hunk of meat, and watching those two stumps wobble and move as if they were trying to help him eat, gave me a hard-on that had my jockey shorts stretched tight.

"I gotta have relief," I said and standing up, pulled my jockey shorts off.

"JeSUS! You always get a hard-on when you eat steak?"

"Only when I watch your stumps flapping. I told you I get a hard-on just looking at an amp!"

"Shit! I though you wuz kiddin'! You really do, doncha?"

I went to Matt and hauled him out of his chair, threw my arms around him and jammed my hook against his belly.

"Yes, I react, goddammit! And IloveitIloveitIloveit!!!" I shouted and started chewing on his left stump. "And I'm gonna stick that hook" -- slurp, chew, slurp -- "up your alley and fuck you till your eyes cross and you yell for help," -- kissing him and tongue-fucking his mouth -- "you gorgeous breeder of stumps, and then tomorrow you're gonna breed two more stumps because we're gonna go straight to Becker and he's gonna take your legs off and I'm gonna have me the perfect sex doll and you're gonna git your stumps sucked until you shoot your guts right out that big piss slit in that massive cockhead crowning the top of your royal bludgeon." And then I dropped to my knees and pulled his shorts down and stuffed his hardening meat into my mouth, and muttered as best I could, "I wike it warm and waw."

That made Matt laugh and finally he was laughing so hard he was shaking and I started laughing and I stood up and again jammed my hook against his belly and held him tightly in my arms. "Goddamn you're wonderful!" I shouted and squeezed so tight he moaned because he couldn't breathe.

It took us a while to calm down, and Matt stepped out of his shorts and sat down and I pushed his chair back to the table so he could finish eating and, still naked, I sat down and finished. We kept laughing and talking to each other.

We were still snortling by the time I had cleared the table and I leaned over and put my teeth gently onto Matt's right stump and began to back away, forcing him to go with me.

"Hey!" he snarled. "Watch it!"

I didn't answer but kept moving until we got to the stairway. Still holding his stump gingerly with my teeth and lips, I began backing up the stairs and he followed meekly, moving with care. I pulled him into the bed room and then released him at the bed.

Again I sank down to my knees and pulled his huge cock into my mouth, then with one hand on his chest, I pushed backwards so he fell on the bed, his feet hanging off, and with me scrambling to keep his cock in my mouth.

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