One—And He's Got A Sob Story

Somehow, it came as a shock to Sam when Klaus took off his legs. He sat on the bed, the prosthetics set carefully to the side. After he took off the right arm prosthetic, he reached for his glass of bourbon...and Sam realized that she was staring at his stumps, the smooth pale tissue with the pink and led lines, the scar tissue on his back and buttocks and thighs. His shaven, hairless testes and cock looked almost aggressively normal by comparison.

"I had stopped to use a latrine," Klaus said between sips. "The explosive, it was inside the pit. I was blown twenty feet in the air. They say I was lucky to survive."

He set the glass down on a coaster on the table.

"My cock and balls, they were gone. It was just a hole. They had to install a tube so I could pee. But my brother...my brother had a bad heart. Only a matter of time, you know. He...wanted to be an organ donor, sperm donor even. They're not supposed to do that, graft the testes. They can, but because it's sperm donation, they don't. It sounds stupid, doesn't it? They can transplant a penis but won't transplant the balls. But my brother, he had signed the papers, agreed to it. He wanted a part of himself to survive, wanted me to be a man again. Six months later, he had the last heart attack...and then there was the operation. I felt...I felt like a new man. But my fiance...it was too strange for her, you know? My brother's penis, my brother's balls. If we had children, it would have been my brother's sperm and...she couldn't accept it."

Sam found her glass of bourbon was empty. She stood up and walked past him, the robe open to reveal her thick thighs and shaven pussy. Set her glass next to his...and picked up a condom from the side table.

"I haven't...I mean, it functions. I know it functions. But I haven't, with someone else...it's been a long time, for me." Klaus raised his one good hand and scratched at his stump. "I am afraid I am very limited in...position. But we can try..."

With a shrug, her robe fell from her shoulders. Standing, she was taller than the crippled veteran. Her tits at eye level. Perhaps a bit rougher than she intended, she pushed him back as she clambered on the bed. Stupid tears fell from her eyes as she ripped open the condom. Sam knew she shouldn't let herself get emotional. She had not proof that Klaus was even telling the truth. But something inside her wanted to believe him...and, perhaps more importantly, wanted to fuck him.

Her hands closed on his cock and balls. Absurdly, she felt concerned about treating him too roughly, as though they might just pop off. Sam could actually trace the lines of the surgery. Rough furrows of scar tissue. Yet she could feel his pulse through his balls...and the cock began to swell in her hand as she peeled back the foreskin and began to rub the sensitive underside with the base of her thumb. It wasn't a very remarkable cock, in terms of size. Six inches, perhaps a hair over or under. Not unless you knew where it came from.

Klaus laid back and watched her. His scarred chest rose and fell as he grew hard, his expression unreadable. Maybe there was sadness in his eyes as she rolled the condom onto his stiff prick...or excitement. It was impossible for Sam to tell which, nor did she care.

Just think of him like a sybian, Sam thought to herself as she crawled up to straddle the one-armed man. Or a teddy bear wearing a strap-on.

She spread her labia and slowly slid down the shaft. Until the base of her ass rested on his balls, the stumps of Klaus' legs pushed out beneath her.

He reached up, and for a moment she thought he was going to grope her tits. Instead, his hand cupped her face...and then his thumb was pressed against her lower lip. She let him slide it into her mouth as her hips began to gyrate, moving back and forth, rubbing herself against him, the hard cock inside her pussy.

The bed creaked a little. Her hands crept along his stomach, felt the hard abdominal muscles there. She pictured him spending his days doing crunches, or maybe crawling through is house...did he even have a house? Sam wasn't even sure how he drove here, with only one working limb. Hand controls, maybe?

The hand slipped out of her mouth. His hand lingered on her neck...and for a moment Sam felt a shudder of apprehension. She didn't do breathplay, but if he squeezed right now...could she break his grip? Would she want to?

The moment passed. His hand slid down, over her breast. Klaus' eyes met hers. Sam kept moving her hips. He looked like he wanted to ask her something...and she hoped it wouldn't. She was fine like this. Fucking herself on him like he was a sex toy. A part of her wished she could keep him in a box and only bring him out when she needed some dick...a living dildo...and she wondered how he would feel about that, as the hand slid down her hip...around to the small of her back...down to the crack of her ass.

She wasn't sure what he was up to until she felt a finger suddenly jab into her asshole.

"Ow! What the fuck, man!?" Sam shouted, irritated. Below her, Klaus looked up lamely. His fingers, slick with her spit, kept digging at her butthole. "Quit it!"

"You'd like it if you tried it!" he said. "Come on, I can't do much else for you, but I have one hand, I can do this! I don't...I don't like being helpless. I want to be more than just a cock for you to hump. Please."

Sam winced. She didn't like his argument, but she could sort of see what he was getting at. Her mouth set in a firm line as she weighed her options. Then she sighed, leaned over, and fished a small bottle of lube from the side table.

"Fine. But if we're doing this, at least use some actual lube." Sam growled.

She poured the lube down the crack of her ass...and Klaus gripped her cheek, one finger probing hornily into her butthole. Sam resolved to endure it, but something of the magic of the moment had been lost. Her hips flexed as she rode his dick, but now she was faced with the constant agitation of his finger in her butt. Pushing and pulling, stirring up her ass...and like a young man he didn't know when to stop. It wasn't more than a few minutes before she felt another finger brush at her hole...and then he was trying to squeeze that in two.

Fuming internally, Sam redoubled her efforts to ride his dick. She wasn't even sure why she was angry...except of course that Klaus had just started messing with her butt without asking permission. He was still messing with it, two fingers pushing in and out, fucking her ass with her fingers. Sam didn't want to tell him to stop...she'd felt bad enough with his sob story...but she couldn't help feeling that he was taking advantage of her good nature by doing this, and...

"Can I fuck your ass?" Klaus said.

She paused and stared down at him. He looked utterly helpless, and she supposed he was.

"I mean, you're already loosened up...and I'm getting close. I know you don't want to get pregnant...anal is safer. And I...my fiance, she never let me..."

A muscle twitched in Sam's jaw. The sexual heat was fading from her body. A part of her wanted to ignore him, just ride him to her own climax...but of course, that would be ****. Or at least it would feel like ****. So she sighed and gave an angry shrug of her shoulders.

"I guess," she said.

She raised herself up off his dick. The condom-clad cock was slippery. He had the good sense to take his fingers out of her ass as Sam finagled it into her tight hole, which was sore from his rough handling...and then she sank down. Klaus hissed in pleasure as her ass squeezed him tight...but for Sam, the whole fucksession was spoiled. She squeezed her ass and raised her hips, rising and lowering herself, fucking her ass on his hard shaft. Knowing he couldn't last much longer...nor did he.

His whole body seemed to seize at once. The cock leapt within her. The stubs of his limbs gyrated madly, aimlessly, like a broken toy. His one good hand gripped her hip with all of its strength, and it was all Sam could do to keep the disgust off her face as she let him finish inside her, imagining the condom filling up like a balloon with his dead brother's sperm, which suddenly seemed a lot less kinky and a lot more creepy than it had when they had started.

It was, Sam reflected, a bit like what she imagined married sex was like. Fucking out of a sense of obligation, rather than because you were turned on. Sacrificing your own pleasure to take care of your partner's needs. Especially when your partner was less abled.

Fuck that noise, Sam decided.

"Ah...ah thank you," Klaus said, his face flushed. His one free hand came around to caress her stomach. "You know...it is silly, I know...my brother often wished he had children."

Sam's face could have been chiseled out of stone. "That is not what I signed up for on Fuckr."

"No, no, of course not," Klaus said. "But...if you ever desire to act as a...surrogate. My compensation was quite generous...I could pay..."

"I'm not a whore," Sam said as she climbed off of him. The one nice thing to fucking someone with only one functional limb was that it was easy to get away from him.

Klaus raised himself up on his one good arm.

"Did I do something wrong? I thought we had a moment there..."

"You had a moment, there," Sam said from the bathroom. She had one leg up and was wiping the lube from her ass. Scowled at a thin streak of blood on the toilet tissue.

Her reflection in the mirror caught her eye...and Sam saw the irritation and frustration there. Not just for what Klaus had done, but for what he hadn't. Maybe what he couldn't. She told herself it was unfair to hold him up to the impossible standard of shutting the fuck up and letting her ride his dick to orgasm. After all, he might only be half a man, but he was obviously still just thinking with his brother's dick.

"Look," she said. "Let's just not make this more than what it is, okay? This was about sex. Just sex."

He was sitting at the edge of the bed, his stumps dangling off into space. For a moment, he looked dejected...and then he straightened his spine, and for a moment he looked like a soldier again, ready to charge the barbed wire.

"I don't suppose a blowjob is out of the question then? My fiance, she always liked to suck out that last little bit of semen after sex."

Sam could feel a muscle in her eye twitch.

"She always swallowed too," Klaus said, and gave an exaggerated sigh. "I miss her so much...it's been so hard without her..."

Sam closed the bathroom door and sat down on the toilet...hoping that when she opened it again, Klaus would have left and taken his pity party with him. Yet somehow, deep in her heart, Sam knew it wouldn't be that simple.