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A Walk on the Beach

New fiction by strzeka. A blast from the past follows the unlikely friendship between two men during the Swinging Sixties.

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Excerpt:

Needless to say, lying in bed or sitting facing each other, our artificial legs were next to useless. They served only as visual stimulation for Felix. He arranged his penis into a position where we could both access it. Often it rested on the rigid ankle section of his or my artificial limb. Felix loved the involved process of climbing on top of me. He loved the sounds of our artificial limbs striking each other, creaking and squeaking from the unusual positions we were demanding of them. This was the height of nirvana for Felix. Seeing an amputee, being an amputee, experiencing the inconvenience of disability with the knowledge that after climaxing while wearing his artificial leg, he could remove it and climax again with me making love to his stump with the enormous penis always present, insistent in its demand for attention.

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NO CURE FOR UGLY

More deviant fiction by strzeka. How life develops when normality is gone.

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Excerpt:

Christopher’s head was bowed while he took in my words. I could see him smile at the end. He raised his head and his gorgeous green eyes looked past the chains and rings defacing my appearance. He made and held eye contact for unusually long.

          – I love you, too. I feel safe with you.

          – Don’t you usually feel safe?

          – No, I don’t. I’m disabled, you see. My Krukenbergs are not strong. Not robust. I couldn’t defend myself with my arms in a fight if I had to, you see.

          – No, I suppose not. I’m sorry, Christopher.

          – You don’t need to feel sorry for me.

          – Alright, I won’t. I’ll just admire and respect you. Is that OK?

He laughed, possibly for the first time in weeks.

          – That would be more than OK.

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P R O G R E S S I O N

New deviant fiction by strzeka. When enough is never enough.

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Extract:

After living an adult life with long leg stumps, he intended ending his time on earth with short ones. He wished to gain two thigh stumps within the year, just before his fiftieth. He is a year older than I am. He asked me if I was satisfied with my current configuration. I could hear his playful tone but there was a more serious purpose to his query which he soon revealed. He intended returning to the island for bilateral amputations midway through his thighs. He wanted to savour the life of a legless man on stubbies and admitted that his peg legs were a way to hone his sense of balance and explore his extrovert nature. He could envisage himself sporting peg legs after recovering from his amputations. As if proposing to me, he invited me to accompany him back to the island for a second thigh amputation. We would both have identical amputations and would both experience the pleasures of relearning to walk on a wide variety of prosthetic equipment. We could do it together. And, he said, you could have your right hand off to match your left. It was the one remark which decided it for me.

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FAIRGROUND ATTRACTION

All the fun of the fair when two amputees dedicate themselves to each other in order to explore their disabilities in depth.

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Excerpt:

Parks gently eased Ross’s jacket away from his stumps. He stared at the remnants of Ross’s arms and wondered how it would be possible to fit a pair of hooks onto such meagre short stumps. Both stumps were almost identical. Both were rounded nubs below Ross’s elbows and there seemed to be about two inches of stump. Parks understood enough about what he was seeing to know that Ross was going to have his work cut out mastering artificial arms. He would have very little leverage to control artificial forearms from his short stumps. Parks did not relay his thoughts.

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TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE

A thirty year old story from the archives written by an anonymous Englishman. It describes how one young guy with a fetish for leg braces managed to transfer permanently to the life of a cripple.

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Excerpt: Putting on his calliper and boots every morning became routine. Sometimes, after a particularly hard day, he would want to take them off the moment he came home, and often Michael, true to his word, was there to do that for him. As he moved about the flat in slippers, or slip-on shoes, he felt unsupported, unprotected, and often used a stick. When wearing his calliper he swung his right leg forward from the hip, using no muscle power in the leg itself. He made himself rely entirely on the calliper, as if he had lost all muscle function, and in time this resulted in some wasting of the muscles in his right leg.

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New Tumblr channel from strzeka. BELLENDRICAL DESIGN, a contemporary overview of unlikely street fashion. bellendricaldesign.tumblr.com

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New blog from strzeka

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Dedicated to gentlemen classed as DAE. No AI afaik

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MATCHLESS

New fiction by strzeka. A young biker loses his legs and sets a record. His quiet acceptance of his disablement affects others around him.

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An excerpt:

For Warren, the artificial leg was more impressive than any conventional work of art. The lower leg, probably mass‑produced on lathes at one time, was a sensuous limb. Cool, hard, glossy and heavy, it was everything a normal male leg was not. The toeless foot was adequate to fill a size nine boot. The leather socket was the most inviting aspect. It had a beautiful patina which could only improve with time. Warren completed his homage and turned his attention again to Stevie.

You must forgive me. You have a wonderfully remarkable limb. I have read about the manufacture of these prostheses and seen photos, of course, but yours is the first I’ve seen in the flesh, so to speak. I hope you don’t mind. Stevie merely shook his head. Warren’s homage was different from Colin’s. Colin was simply keen on Stevie’s stump because it was so horny. Warren seemed to see beyond that sort of thing. He seemed almost to worship it.

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