Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2014 13:31:51 +0930
From: Mathew Elizabeth <mathew_monkey@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paralysed Faggot (Gay male, Masturbation, Authoritarian, College)

Paralysed Faggot
By Mathew Elizabeth

1.

I lay in bed unable to ever move my entire body. After a tragic sports
accident years ago I was left paralysed from the shoulders down. Years of
therapy were able to get only my hands moving again and retrieve sexual
sensation. At least I could still masturbate, I thought to myself. It was
the only highlight of my life.

When I told my male caretaker that I need 'Private time', as always he
understood. He simply grabbed my wrist and placed one hand on my laptop
computer and my other hand near my crotch. Its from there that I proceed to
do my business after he walks out of the room to give me my privacy.

I lay in bed with my laptop computer in front of me. My other hand flopped
out onto the keyboard and touch pad. I'm very slow, but I managed to log in
to my Chat Program. The list of all my contacts are shown to me and a
number of instant messages flood through, indicating that some of them have
sent me messages.

Master C: "Hey Faggot! Where's my money!"

Master Devin: " Where did my ugly fat paralysed faggot get to?

Master Nick: "Hey bitch, I need some cash to take my girl out to the
movies!"

WalkerBrahh: "Fucking Quadriplegic loser! Get Online NOW!

This was my life. This was how I dealt with it; masturbating and losing
myself completely to the verbal abuse of young arrogant teens called 'Cash
Masters'. The many boys on cam have been paid large amounts of money by
me. Ever since I was paralysed 10-years ago my rich parents gave me my
inheritance straight away instead of waiting till I was 18-year-old and had
graduated high school. It was a sum of three million and my parents have
helped it go towards the right stocks and shares; so there was constant a
flow of income for me. This money allowed me to live life as comfortable as
possible.

However, my inheritance also allowed me to pay many young teenagers digital
accounts in exchange for them to verbally and mentally abuse me. The
teenage boys were saying what they were saying and doing what they were
doing because they were getting paid a lot of money in secret. Their family
and friends had no idea what they were taking part in. However, there were
some boys that had groups of friends that humiliate me and they would split
the payment providing I pay significantly more for the 'group show'.

Why do I convince teenage boys to be so mean and cruel to me? Its rather
hard to explain. I've been gay since I could remember. I've liked boys and
their domineering personality since I was very little. The confident sporty
boys were always my favourite. So ever since I've been paralysed and had
all this money, it has allowed me to indulge in their attention.

Plus, everybody is too damn nice to me! Everyone is so sweet towards me it
makes me sick! No one treats me like a human being anymore! They just feel
sorry for me and treat me like I'm an ignorant child. Even my caretaker
Tim, who I like very much, annoyed me with his fake and blank smiles.

I admit that the first year of becoming a quadriplegic was horrifying. As a
kid I would wake up every morning thinking I could move my limbs and spring
out of bed like I used to. But instead, every morning id cry when I
realised that I could never do that again. Sometimes I would just lay
there. I would look at the ceiling and scream with tears streaming down my
face and stinging my eyes. It wasn't until I was able to move my hands and
fingers that I managed to gain a little hope in living. But after ten years
I never made anymore progress than merely moving my hands and fingers.

Reality didn't seem to matter anymore; all I wanted to do was pay those
arrogant younger 'Cash master' boys to fuck with my brain. The boys would
laughably yell at me and make fun of me for being a ugly 'cripple' and
'retard'. I would masturbate looking into their mean beautiful eyes as they
said these horrible things. I felt like they were the only people telling
the truth. I did feel 'worthless' I did feel 'ugly' and most of all I did
feel like a 'Retarded Cripple'. Having these cruel words being said to me
was so liberating.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Ummm...are you done yet Scotty?" I heard Tim, my 19-year-old caretaker
sweetly say from outside my room.

"No...I'm sorry Tim," I said puffed, tugging my penis, with my face wedged
in the pillow. "I'm almost done." I said in a strained voice

"OK dude," I heard him say calmly "But just thought I should let you know;
its almost toilet and bath time."

"Oh! Sorry Tim!" I said ashamed, how could I be so selfish? I forgot that I
let Tim finish up and hangs out with his friends after my 'Toilet/Bath
time', I didn't want to keep him waiting, I pull my penis harder, "Ill
hurry it up!"

"I-its ok dude take your time," I heard him say nicely and walk away from
the door.

I didn't take my time though, I pulled my dick faster and harder. Tim was
so good to me and he didn't deserve to spend another second in my stupid
place. Tim is 19-years-old and a very handsome blonde. I wasn't sure wether
he was gay or not, he acted sweet and kind like a mother. But he liked his
sports and had a magnificent muscular body. He may be paid well, but I
still felt I he should have a nice evening with his friends instead of
ugly-old-23-year-old me. The final thing I needed him to do was take me to
the bathroom so I could clear my bowel and for him to give me a bath. Then
i wouldn't need anyone for the entire evening and morning.

When I was done I let him know and he eagerly took me to the bathroom to
let me 'do my business' and clean me up. Afterwards, I waved thankfully at
him as he departed and he waved sweetly back. I loved him. But I knew he
would never think of me in the same way I did him.

2.

Ill never forget the day I became paralized. It was on the weekend. My dad
had already convinced me to play a game of tackle football with all the
cool boys in my grade, because they were short a player.

"I don't know dad," I said at the age of twelve, "I dont like those guys,
they call me 'gay''

"Come on son," Dad said enthusiastic, " Id love to see you play club sport
with the boys. I promise they won't call you names when you are part of the
team," I looked into my dads eyes and didn't want to disapoint him. I
agreed, and it was the worst mistake of my life.

CRACK!!

I went from feeling everything to nothing within a instant. I saw myself
collapse to the ground, but I didn't feel the thud. The boy that tackled me
when I had the ball, hit me so hard I flung back, my head and neck hit the
grass at an angle. The motion of the boys tackle pushed my head and neck
further into the grass, further bending it and twisting it into
distortion. I layed on the grass, drool and blood pooling below my face. I
couldn't feel anything, I couldn't move.

"HELP ME!" I Squealed "HEELP MEE!!"

Many of the adults came running from the side of the field to make sure I
was ok. All the boys my age looked around at one another in shock. Men and
women surrounded me and shifted my body so I was laying on my back. I
rememberd seeing a man grab my hand. I saw him squeeze it, and asking me if
I could feel him squeezing. I felt nothing. It was like he was squeezing
someone elses hand.

I looked around beyond the surrounding crowd, trying to catch a glance at
the boy who did this too me. There he was; staring at me in horror, having
realised what he did. It was a boy I knew; his name was Micheal Stunner. He
was a jock that went to my school, but played against me because he lived
in another town. He was blonde, muscular and would wear his hat backwards.

In the aftermath, I was taken to hospital. 12-year-old Michael was given a
talking to. He apprently expressed that he was deeply sorry to my parents
and his parents. But I never saw this come out of his mouth. He never
apologised to me directly.

Over the next ten years I watched Michael Stunner become a success. During
junior highschool he apparently dated all the hot girls and was liked by
everybody. When he got a little older, sixteen, he was captain of the local
football squad. He was Prom King three years in a row. He also got a
football scholarship that gave him easy access to any Collage he
chooses. One time when we were 18-year-old I saw him at a shopping centre
when my past caretaker (not Tim) wheeled me around town on a wheelchair. I
noticed Michael glanced at me for a second, but looked away, ignored me as
if he never saw me. He walked away in a hurry.

But the real kick in the guts was when he came out of the closet, and
revealed he liked men. Thats right Michael Stunner is gay! Atleast
Bi-sexual anyway. Apparently he 'came out' shortly after high-school and
was supported by all his family and friends.

I remember I was eighteen-years-old when I heard the news. I asked for my
laptop and my previous 'lady caretaker' instantly retrieved it for me. I
searched on my laptop through the social networks and decided to check up
on Michael. The images I saw of him filled me full of envy and
resentment. There were many pictures of Michael muscly and topless, his
arms around other beautiful topless boys. They were kissing his cheek. He
was kissing their cheek. They were grabbing his muscles. Drinks were in all
their hands and a shimmering pool was in the background. It looked like a
very expensive number of parties Michael was invited to.

Tears were streaming down my face. I continued to look at all the
pictures. Michael, the boy who destroyed my life, was living the ultimate
gay-boy lifestyle. Dancing, kissing and having sex with beautiul young men
in the hot summer night. The look on his face, the look on the other boys
faces; all full of satisfaction and not a care in the world. They looked
like gods partying in Olympus to me.

I began to cry looking at pictures. I was such a pathetic worm compared to
that existance. I looked and stared into all their happy eyes through the
pictures. I jerked and tugged my cock wide eyed, whimpering. I thought I
could hear the boys giggling at me through the pictures. I tuggedeven
harder to the thought.

"They are laughing at me!" I said shaking as I flogged my limp hand up and
down my cock. "The're laughing at how pathetic I am!!"

"Hahaha! What a freak!" I imagined one 16-year-old beautiful gay-boy in one
of Michaels picture say.

"Oh my god! He's so ugly!" Another beautiful boy laughed in another
picture.

"Hahahaha! You cant move! You cant fucking move!" Another pretty boy
scorned cruelly at me.

"Freak! Freak! Freak!! Freak!!! Freak!!!" I could see them all yell and
point at me from the multiple pictures.

In one picture I saw Michael Stunner, athletic and handsome grab one of the
boys and passionately kiss him. The image of Michael looked at me from
beyond the image he was within and sneered at me, "Look at me. I have sex
and partying with all these guys because I'm a winner. Your a loser."

My eyed widened like a lunatic, my mouth drooped and my tongue wiggled out
of my mouth like a lizard. I squealed as the most outragiously strong
orgasm overtook my stiff ridged body.

"AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!" I yelped. My body shook and shivered like it was
boiling. I instantly got a headache from the overpowering sensation.

Ever since then , I was inspired to pay young beautiful looking teenagers,
whether they were gay or str8 to verbally and mentally abuse me. Nothing in
my life since the accident has felt more real and powerful.

Now its been four years since then and ten years since ive been
paralysed. I'm literally in the same place as I was before. Both in
location and my life. I was making no progression. How could I? Tim was the
only guy I could depend on. My family doesn't visit me anymore. They say
its because I'm too bitter.But I bet its because they can't be bothered to
visit their rotting corpse of a son.

I was willing to accept my fate now I didn't care anymore. Atleast I had
Tim by my side.

Once again it was getting close to the late evening and was toilet and
bathtime. Tim was going to leave soon. I liked being alone, but Tim was
great company.

"Im in a pretty serious relationship," 19-year-old Tim said happily to me,
making conversation as he was wiping my anus, making me tilt on the toilet
seat.

"Oh really is she pretty?" I asked him.

"Well...Its a guy actually," He smiled sweetly at me.

I knew it! I knew he liked guys! Tim was a sweet guy though, I was so happy
for him.

"Oh cool okay, whats his name?"

"Michael," Tim said happily "Michael Stunner."  3.

It had been a few days since I found out Tim was dating Michael. I never
told Tim anything. I also knew he was none the wiser. Tim had no idea that
I knew his boyfriend, Michael. He didn't know that it was his new boyfriend
Michael who made me a quadriplegic ten years ago. I decided to keep it a
secret. Tim was such a sweet caring soul, it would devestate him to make
that connection. I doubt Michael knew that Tim was my caretaker as
well. They were both ignorant and it hurt my feelings more then if they
were somehow planning this out of spite. It was like fate, the stars were
against me.

Similar to when I found out Michael liked men; I investigated both Tim and
Michael's social-networking profiles when I found out about their
relationship. Dozens upon dozens of pictures appeared before me. All
pictures of Michael and Tim together, hugging, kissing and holding
hands. Smiling at the camera and happy to be together. Like before, these
pictures filled me with envy and dread. They were happy and I wasn't! I
felt so ashamed, it was giving me an erection.

"I'm such a loser!" I cried out in my room, flopping my hand towards my
penis and playing with it longingly.

I thought I was going to imagine the pictures of Michael and Tim to taunt
me; much like I imagined the pictures years before. But I couldn't conjur
that exprerience up this time. Michael and Tims longing smiles of
satisfaction and attractivness were good enough for me to be stimulated
though, because I cummed hard. The feelings of helplessness multiplied as
my orgasms filled my skull with the pressure of hot blood. Humility was my
addiction and It never got old. They were beautiful. I was not. They could
walk and move their arms. I could not. They were athletic, big and
strong. I was not.

"Oh my fucking god!" I squealed and convulsed. "AHHH! AHHHHHAaaaaahhh!"

Cum had splattered all over my stomach and I knew I couldn't clean myself
up.

Tim lived in my place and had a room in the far back of the house, so he
could play his music and have his friends around without disturbing me,
providing he didn't make too much noise. He was a local collage student who
was studying nursing and all his classes were early in the morning. So
after partying with all his friends, I imagined he would sleep in and be in
too much of a rush to get my breakfast.

But alas, the following morning; it was 7:30am and sweet Tim was kind
enough to collect my breakfast and serve it to me before he went to
campus. It was then he noticed dried cum stains on my stomach and shirt; he
intantly cleaned it with a smile and without a look of hestitation on his
face.

"So jealous. You player Scotty!" Tim joked and smiled sweetly as he wiped
my messy stomach with a cloth.

"Sorry Tim," I blushed.

"Don't appologise dude. It's only natural. Do what you gotta do."

"You've been so good to me," I said longingly, "I feel I must reward you."
I let out a long breath of hot air before I proposed a most comprising
plan, "If you and this 'Michael fellow' ever want to spend the night
together; feel free to use this main room and the house at your entire
disposal. I can sleep in the back room for a change."

"Really?...Oh...Scott..I couldn't do that," 19-year-old Tim said
gracefully.

"Really, its no problem at all Tim." I said happily, "As a matter of fact,
you will be hanging out with Michael tonight wont you?"

"Ummm yeah," Tim said.

"Well then," I concluded, "That settles it. When you get home after hanging
out with your group of friends; you two love birds can have my room and Ill
be in the back room out of sight, sleeping."

"Scott...are you sure about this? The bed back there is much smaller and I
don't feel comfortable taking you away from your room. "

Tim sounded awkward and made out that he didn't wan't to intrude. However,
I could see it in his eyes, he really wanted me out of sight, and for him
to have my two-story luxury home to himself for the night.

"You deserve this Tim," I said a matter of fact, "Its just a matter of
changing a few sheets, swapping over a few personal items and leaving the
bed and furniture the way it is. It won't take you more than five
minutes. That bed in the backroom can't bed two people after all! Please
let me do this favour for you."

"Ok," Tim said with a crooked smile, "If you insist."

"Don't worry about changing over everything now," I said, "You can do it
after you get home from collage and are preparing the night with your
friends."

"Thanks so much, Scotty" He said and giving me the most sweetest smile
before kissing me on the forehead. That was its own reward.

"Oh, and one more thing. Don't worry about introducing me to Michael or
telling Michael who I am. I will be too tired anyway. Michael should at
least understand that I'm a dependant who needs his sleep."

"Sure, ofcourse," Tim said respectfully and turned to get ready for
collage.

Tim was ignorant of the fact that I had the house rigged up with bugs and
tiny camera's. I invested a lot of money to set them up with my wireless
state of the art laptop computer. The reason being was because I suspected
my 'past lady caretaker' was stealing furnature in my house. I had people
set up the camera's while she was off shift.  I was correct, she was
stealing. I saw her with my own eyes on my laptop through the camera's I
had set up. I fired her and shortly after hired Tim. It was the best thing
that could have happened to me. I was now going to use the equipment again,
but for an entirely different, more voyeristic purpose.  4.

Tim departed for collage and I didn't expect him back for another five
hours or so. He usually got home between midday and 2pm. In the meantime, I
decided to go online on my chat-program and see if my teenage 'cash
masters' were going to give me any attention. Thankfully there was someone
online.

17-year-old Master Devin was online. He was slim looking skater kid that
finished highschool early and looked for the easiest way to make cash. So
he made a career though dominating and abusing me. I payed him roughly
$1200 a week, a very very good wage for someone as young as him. He still
lived at home with his parents, even though he makes more than them. He
plans on saving the money for big things.

Master Devin: "Hey faggot! Pay day today!"

Me: Yes sir!................$1200 sent to your account sir. I hope you
enjoy it.

Master Devin: Damn right I will faggot.

Me: Please verbally abuse me sir. I need it. Remember I told you about
'Michael', he made me into the stupid retarded cripple that I am?

Master Devin: Hahaha yeah I remember you telling me about 'Michael'. He
sounds like a cool guy; i'd have a beer with him.

Me: Yes...Well it looks like he's dating my caretaker Tim.

Master Devin: LMAO!! Thats too much of a coincidence, your lying about this
shit!

Me: I'm not lying sir, its true. (sending link to pictures). They are so
hot together and ive allowed them both to sleep in my main room while I
sleep in the backroom.

Master Devin: Hahaha this is funny shit! Do they both know about the
connection between you three?

Me: They both have no idea sir.

Master Devin: Well ill tell you something you worthless cripple faggot. I'm
not gay, but I can tell you this! You are NOTHING compared to them. Those
two are cool athletic guys and you are an ugly rotting corpse!

I began to whimper and pull my penis with my weak arms and flopping wrist.

Master Devin: They are happy. You are not and never will be.

"Yes sir!" I cried, tears streaming down my face. This never got old, not
for the entire four years i've been doing it. But Michael and Tims
relationship added more spice to my already bizzare sex life. If you can
even call this pathetic activity of mine a sex life.

I knew Tim would be returning from collage soon and preparing for another
night of partying with his friends and his new boyfriend Michael. I
imagined that Tim would give a honest and humble explanation to Michael
when explaining that he lived in my luxury home without parents. I'm sure
he would tell Michael that he looks after a dependent/cripple (me).

However, I hoped Tim wouldn't go into detail and explain what condition I
was in or who I was in particular. Otherwise Michael would find out it was
me and the whole sexual tension of the situation would be ruined. There was
no real way for me to hint that to Tim without giving away the situation to
him either. I just had to let it all roll out and see if Tim and Michael
would or wouldn't discover my secret through discussing things with one
another. I preyed they wouldn't find out.

In the mean time I had arrogant teenagers to pay.

5.

Hours had passed and Tim had returned home from collage. He pretended that
he didn't seem to be in a hurry to swap our belongings between the two
rooms. But I could see it in his eyes. His hands and feet were jittery with
excitement. He couldn't wait to have the whole house to his and his
boyfriends disposal.

In the late afternoon Tim had exchanged all his belongings with
mine. Pictures of hot topless men, An MP3 Music player dock with small
speakers and study text books on anatomy were what I could remember
best. He then grabbed my two chubby legs, lifted them and up and with his
wonderful strength, ripped the sheets from under me the swiftness of his
strong throwing arm.

"Its almost toilet and bathtime dude," Tim said, "When your soaking in the
bath ill change the sheets over,"

Soon after, strong and beautiful Tim carried me into the bathroom and sat
me upright on the toilet.  I finished my business on the toilet and Tim
seemed eager to get my anus wiping over and quick. After he was done, he
carried me over towards the bathtub and set me into the clean soapy water
that had the most wonderful temperature. Tim always seemed to get the
temperature just right.

Tim then retreated to finish up our room swapping. He only needed to swap
the sheets between the two beds and the transition was complete. Both of us
couldn't wait.

Tim returned in the next five minutes and washed me. He spared no places
when it came to washing me with the sponge. He would wipe and clean every
inch of my arms and legs; lifting my chubby legs up as he washed my anus
and crotch region. I would gaze at Tims beautiful face as he cleaned away
at my most intimate area's. The few places I had physical feeling. He
didn't show glee or discust. He just had a blank face of pure business. It
was his job after all. I was in heaven as this glorious beautiful creature
touched me with strength of his arms and hands.

Tim then dried me off and we were both prepared for the night ahead of
us. He then carried me to new bedroom I was going to lay in. We entered and
I observed it. It had been so long.

The room was nothing like mine. It was maybe quarter of the size of my
room. A dripping water-pipe could be seen on the top right hand corner of
the ceiling. The light was turned on, but it was flickering and dim. All my
personal items were squashed on to a single chest of draws right next to
the tiny, brown and crooked bed. The bed had two thin pillows and my state
of the art laptop computer had been safely transfered from one room to the
other.

"Not what your used to huh," Tim frowned holding me,"Are you sure your ok
about this Scotty?"

"This is just fine Tim." I said reasurring him, " Now you dont waste
another second worrying about me and go out and have fun with all your
friends."

"Scott..." Tim said sweetly cradling me in his strong arms, "Your the
best."

"Nope. Your the best," I said looking up at him adoringly.

Tim departed, and I waited him to return home.

6.

It was 12:30 at night and six hours had passed since Tim left me in his
small room out the back of my house. I spent all night observing his and
Michaels social networking pages on my computer. They posted different pics
of themselves or with each other making funny faces and sticking tongues
out like handsome jokers. Both of them were laughing with friends as
people, lasers and disco lights could be seen dancing in the background of
the nightclub.The pictures abruptly stopped around midnight. Indicating
that they would be back soon.

I had the camera program on my computer ready. There was a hidden camera in
every room. Including the toilets and bathrooms. I had a interface on my
laptop that allowed me to pick and interchange between views and
perspectives with ease.

As expected, it didn't take long for Tim and Michael to get home. I could
hear the door sway open with the clutter of Tim's house keys. I saw the
doors open through the camera's. I waited eagerly for them both to step
inside.

Tim staggered inside drunk and disorderly. Even when he slouched he looked
so handsome. Then entered Michael, also looking a bit drunk. He was looking
even more lean and handsome then ever before.

As soon as the doors closed they passionetly kissed one another. They
grasped each others heads with eagerness. I had my hands slowly tickling my
cock as I watched two specimen's of beauty melding together. I saw their
tongues shamelessly lashing against one another in glorious obsene
lust. They knew that they were both beautiful. They celebrated it.

When they dislatched, Michael looked around and nodded his head
wide-eyed. I could already see he was curious and wanted to ask questions.

"Not bad!" 23-year-old Michael said, "I'm really impressed!"

"Nice place huh?" Tim said smiling and smug

"How did you get this place?" Michael said astounded, "Its amazing, its a
mansion. Your only 19-years-old!"  "It's a long story," Tim said.

"I'm a patient man," 23-year-old Michael said giggling, "Come on, tell me."

What will you tell him Tim? I thought. Will you tell him about your job?
Will you tell him about me? Will you lie or tell the truth?

"Basically I was a caretaker for this rich quadriplegic," 19-year-old Tim
began.

"Was?" Michael said curious.

"Was?" I retorted to myself, my eyes glued to the screen even more so.

"Yeah," Tim said a matter of fact, "I was his caretaker in the past. But
he's dead now."

"What??!!" I shreaked in a whisper

I was in shock. I couldn't believe it. How could Tim make up a lie like
that? I didn't expect this!

"Wow," Michael replied, "So he gave you his house?"

"Well, the guy was a sad dude. He never spoke with his family. Even though
they gave him everything, including this house. He lost all his friends
because he was so awkward and snarky. I was basically the only person in
his life that gave him anything. Someone to talk to. Someone to clean him
and get him his food. I was getting a great wage though. So it was worth
it. I deserved the house in his Will ,I suppose. I was the only one left in
his lonely sad life."

Tim then kissed Michael passionetly on the lips again. Michael returned the
kiss. Their tongues once again wiggling against one anothers. They both
grasped each other like strong men, their young toned muscles tense as they
grasp and meld into one another. They then pulled each other into the main
bedroom where I usually sleep. I switched my camera eye over to the bedroom
to see the hot action. But Tim then chuckled and turned the light out. Damn
it!

Despite the lack of visuals it was still a hot rivetting scene. I could
hear their bodies slapping and them both moaning as one thrusted into the
other.

"Fuck yeah! Lick me there! OHooooooo! Yes thats so good!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I heard one of heave in a husky voice. But I
couldn't tell which one.

"Oh my god! That. Is. Rude" I heard Tim laugh.

Then their were sounds of absolute pleasure and passion I could never
achieve with someone elses body. I could only dream of such contact!

I masterbated furiously to their sounds and movements. They were humping
and gyrating; enjoying each others beatiful bodies while I tugged my
pathetic ugly pug flesh and listened like the creep I was. It was enough. I
cummed harder than I have ever cummed before; and that is saying a lot.

Their enjoyment for each other, was a helpless joy for me. The helpless
feeling of their success and happyness filled me with erotic envy.

There was a certain truth to Tims story. I was indeed a twisted soul.  The
End?

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