Hello everyone. There are devotee sights devoted (No pun intended) to disabled men the same way my site and the excellent DevGuide Site are devoted to women. Now ALL the fiction sites featuring disabled men that I have seen have guest posts. So if you want to submit a story to me to post on the blog feel free just make sure it meets the requirements below. Understand that I can edit posts for length, language, or even refuse to post stories. You can send it to my email (devoteeblogger@gmail.com) or post it in the comments below one of my stories.
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Must be typed into the body of an email.
Anyone who partakes in sex or sex related activities can't be underage.
A name or user name must be provided so I can credit the author. Or you can stay anonymous but I need to know you want to do that.
No necrophillia, pedophillia, Anthropophagy, in story rape, self harm for sexual pleasure, zoophillia, and zoosadism.
Once again the email is devoteeblogger@gmail.com. I may not get back to you right away if you submit a story but this blog has gotten many views since DevGuide put it on their site so your stuff would be read. Thank you.
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Thursday, February 12, 2015
Quad For Life AUTHOR'S NOTE
Just a brief note on Quad For Life. It's still in the works but it could be a while before I get to the next part. Stay tuned
Quad For Life: Chapter One
Alex Douglas Sr. glared at his son. He'd tried shrinks, religious people, blind dates, everything he could think of and it was no good. His son still accessed strange websites devoted to pornography of disabled women. Douglas had an idea. However unlike when he'd discovered his son's weird fetish Douglas had an Ace in the Hole. The downside was that Alex might actually preform the opposite of how he wanted him too. Finally he said to his son, who was sitting there trying not to cry, "If I get you a job, can you behave appropriately? As in if you don't I take you to prison?"
"Well yes." Said Alex Jr. "But what is it?"
"You will be caretaker to a young woman who has a serious disability. But remember if you act sexually irresponsibly I personally will take you to jail. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Good."
Alex sat next to his dad wondering what it was. It was probably a woman with a brain injury who was a total vegetable. He'd probably wind up changing diapers to children's TV shows. His dad and mother hated his fetish and had tried for years to uproot it. Now his dad was bringing in the big guns. Getting him a job changing diapers and feeding someone. Sometimes his life sucked.
Amanda lay on her back facing the ceiling. The TV silent but her clock radio was playing an audiobook. She was a skinny petite young woman with pale skin. Her legs had been amputated at the waist and her upper right arm had been amputated at shoulder level. She still had enough of her left arm to use as a prop and assist. She could use it to attach a prosthetic but she disliked them. She felt useless, unloved, and vegetative. To make matters worse it was her primary care nurses day off. She lived in a first floor condo owned by her father while her sister lived several stories up. But she had kids to take care of so she couldn't be down here taking care of her. Amanda thought about getting some sleep but realized she was too awake. She was nude except for a diaper. Her sister had done enough already changing her and feeding her breakfast. Besides even though Mr. Douglas was very nice there was no point in trying to impress a middle aged police detective who was happily married with kids. She felt very close, the sort of father daughter relationship her own father had never felt like giving her and had given her even less of since the accident.
There was a knock on the door and then Mr. Douglas entered. She smiled at him. Underneath the friendliness he'd always displayed there had been guilt. She didn't understand why but it was there. hiding a sigh she said "Hello Mr. Douglas how are you?"
"I'm fine thank you. You remember how you said you were looking for a companion and casual carer?"
"Yes have you found one?"
"Yes my son. I think this job would be perfect."
"Wonderful where is he?"
"Outside. I'll bring him in and you can interview him."
She was suspicious. Mr Douglas would've brought him in the day after he learned about the job. Probably his son had thought it over or just lost another job. She mentally prepared and wished that she'd gotten her sister to put a top on her. Mr Douglas introduced himself and disappeared she looked at Alex and said "Well why do you want this job?"
Alex was stunned. As a smaller guy he'd never felt as much romantic pull toward a curvier or taller women. His tastes ran toward the petite women. However like most straight men his age he's willingly have sex with any woman the woman in front of him appealed to the part of his sexual preferences his father understood but mostly to the parts he didn't.
Alex was primarily into Acrotomophilia and had spent hours... enjoying quadruple amputees in online ES. But now a real life one was in front of him and as his father left she started to ask questions in a smooth high voice.
Alex answered. "It seemed interesting." etc. etc. etc. Finally she glared at him and asked "Why do you have an erection?" And Alex felt his face get red hot. Then she smiled and nodded. "I think you'll do. Can you do live in work? I've got a very limited budget from my father and if I could provide you room and board I can pay you less." And that was how Alex Douglas got the job of his dreams.
Alex Douglas Sr. glared at his son. He'd tried shrinks, religious people, blind dates, everything he could think of and it was no good. His son still accessed strange websites devoted to pornography of disabled women. Douglas had an idea. However unlike when he'd discovered his son's weird fetish Douglas had an Ace in the Hole. The downside was that Alex might actually preform the opposite of how he wanted him too. Finally he said to his son, who was sitting there trying not to cry, "If I get you a job, can you behave appropriately? As in if you don't I take you to prison?"
"Well yes." Said Alex Jr. "But what is it?"
"You will be caretaker to a young woman who has a serious disability. But remember if you act sexually irresponsibly I personally will take you to jail. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Good."
Alex sat next to his dad wondering what it was. It was probably a woman with a brain injury who was a total vegetable. He'd probably wind up changing diapers to children's TV shows. His dad and mother hated his fetish and had tried for years to uproot it. Now his dad was bringing in the big guns. Getting him a job changing diapers and feeding someone. Sometimes his life sucked.
Amanda lay on her back facing the ceiling. The TV silent but her clock radio was playing an audiobook. She was a skinny petite young woman with pale skin. Her legs had been amputated at the waist and her upper right arm had been amputated at shoulder level. She still had enough of her left arm to use as a prop and assist. She could use it to attach a prosthetic but she disliked them. She felt useless, unloved, and vegetative. To make matters worse it was her primary care nurses day off. She lived in a first floor condo owned by her father while her sister lived several stories up. But she had kids to take care of so she couldn't be down here taking care of her. Amanda thought about getting some sleep but realized she was too awake. She was nude except for a diaper. Her sister had done enough already changing her and feeding her breakfast. Besides even though Mr. Douglas was very nice there was no point in trying to impress a middle aged police detective who was happily married with kids. She felt very close, the sort of father daughter relationship her own father had never felt like giving her and had given her even less of since the accident.
There was a knock on the door and then Mr. Douglas entered. She smiled at him. Underneath the friendliness he'd always displayed there had been guilt. She didn't understand why but it was there. hiding a sigh she said "Hello Mr. Douglas how are you?"
"I'm fine thank you. You remember how you said you were looking for a companion and casual carer?"
"Yes have you found one?"
"Yes my son. I think this job would be perfect."
"Wonderful where is he?"
"Outside. I'll bring him in and you can interview him."
She was suspicious. Mr Douglas would've brought him in the day after he learned about the job. Probably his son had thought it over or just lost another job. She mentally prepared and wished that she'd gotten her sister to put a top on her. Mr Douglas introduced himself and disappeared she looked at Alex and said "Well why do you want this job?"
Alex was stunned. As a smaller guy he'd never felt as much romantic pull toward a curvier or taller women. His tastes ran toward the petite women. However like most straight men his age he's willingly have sex with any woman the woman in front of him appealed to the part of his sexual preferences his father understood but mostly to the parts he didn't.
Alex was primarily into Acrotomophilia and had spent hours... enjoying quadruple amputees in online ES. But now a real life one was in front of him and as his father left she started to ask questions in a smooth high voice.
Alex answered. "It seemed interesting." etc. etc. etc. Finally she glared at him and asked "Why do you have an erection?" And Alex felt his face get red hot. Then she smiled and nodded. "I think you'll do. Can you do live in work? I've got a very limited budget from my father and if I could provide you room and board I can pay you less." And that was how Alex Douglas got the job of his dreams.
Monday, February 9, 2015
Quad for Life: Prologue
WARNING: This post contains descriptions of sex and traumatic injury. If you don't want to read about when the injury occurred you can skip the prologue.
The Police Officer, Alex Douglas (Sr.), observed a man grabbing a young woman and shove her into the back of his car. When Alex had turned his lights and siren on the car the driver had taken off through the raining streets of the city. As Alex had started to gain on the car the driver took a risk and took a blind turn then ran a red light. The fleeing car slammed into the side of an empty city bus.
Later investigation determined that the suspect was not wearing a seatbelt. The airbag crushed his crotch, and lower chest while hist legs snapped under the wheel. The kidnappers head slammed into the windshield killing him instantly.
The young woman in the back was trapped by the front and back seats. Her body was twisted breaking her arms in several places each while her legs were wrapped through and around the seat in front destroying the muscles and bones. Alex was first on the scene and later as the emergency crews pulled the girl from the car guilt raked his heart.
Further investigation decided that Alex wasn't to blame for the accident. But nothing could convince Alex that he wasn't partially to blame for the young woman's injuries.
WARNING: This post contains descriptions of sex and traumatic injury. If you don't want to read about when the injury occurred you can skip the prologue.
The Police Officer, Alex Douglas (Sr.), observed a man grabbing a young woman and shove her into the back of his car. When Alex had turned his lights and siren on the car the driver had taken off through the raining streets of the city. As Alex had started to gain on the car the driver took a risk and took a blind turn then ran a red light. The fleeing car slammed into the side of an empty city bus.
Later investigation determined that the suspect was not wearing a seatbelt. The airbag crushed his crotch, and lower chest while hist legs snapped under the wheel. The kidnappers head slammed into the windshield killing him instantly.
The young woman in the back was trapped by the front and back seats. Her body was twisted breaking her arms in several places each while her legs were wrapped through and around the seat in front destroying the muscles and bones. Alex was first on the scene and later as the emergency crews pulled the girl from the car guilt raked his heart.
Further investigation decided that Alex wasn't to blame for the accident. But nothing could convince Alex that he wasn't partially to blame for the young woman's injuries.
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