Hi, my name is Adam, and I've finally come to accept my fate. I lost the use of my legs and arms five years ago due to a football-related neck injury. My legs are completely paralyzed, and I have very limited use of my arms. I suppose my only saving grace is that I've got a very good-looking face, with somewhat delicate and feminine features, and beautiful blonde hair. It certainly helps that I'm extremely wealthy and can easily afford all the help that I need to be comfortable, including a 24/7 live-in aid, house cleaners, and a chef. My home is very upscale and luxurious.
After my injury, my body started diverting energy to my head, resulting in a highly advanced sense of hearing, sight, taste, and smell. In addition, my mouth and lips were clearly stronger than before my injury due in large part to my physical therapy. Choking was a serious issue that needed diligent efforts to avoid at all costs. To help encourage the development of my mouth and throat my therapist had me do different types of jaw exercises that improved my swallowing capabilities. One vital exercise was sucking on a rubber rod.
I was always a little embarrassed, especially when I initially was trying to do that exercise, but it was worth it. The rod was very small at first, and I could only weakly suck on it. Every month or so they increased the size of the rod as my suction and mouth strength increased. Actually, the rod is pretty big, especially in terms of thickness, and the suction I can create is pretty significant. The rod is attached to a metal retractable arm on my wheelchair that can pop up in place when I activate it with a button next to my left hand. All I have to do is move my index finger an inch or so and push down the button. I train my mouth several times a day, in private. As long as I keep up with it I don't have any issues swallowing when eating or drinking.
My life had become boring but I was still alive. Then, something happened that quickly made my life more interesting and fulfilling... I had to replace my live-in aid. I started interviewing interested prospects. Being very wealthy means I can afford to pay a very high wage so there were a number of candidates that were interested. I narrowed it down to four people and interviewed each of them at my house.
The first three people I interviewed did not seem right. One was a female and I thought that might be a problem because even though I'm small and skinny I needed to be lifted and carried for basic needs, including bathing and using the toilet facilities. Also, I felt a little awkward about having a female bathe me.
The last person I interviewed was named Carl. He was a really big bodybuilder with a very pleasant personality, had an excellent experience, and seemed very considerate. He certainly was incredibly muscle-bound. He wore a short sleeve shirt when we met and the first thing I noticed was how massive and veiny his muscly biceps looked, and just how big and thick his chest and shoulders were. He was by far the most well-built guy I'd ever seen. His job application stated he was 6'1" and 290 pounds, and he looked even bigger than that.
I knew he could lift and move me around with ease, and I offered him the job on the spot. I even agreed to install a weight-lifting gym in what used to be a yoga room located in the back of the house. He gave me the specifications for the exercise equipment he needed, including the number of weights that he required. It was an amazing amount of heavyweights. When he saw the new gym equipment for the first time he was very appreciative and grateful.
When Carl started working as my aid it actially ended up being a very smooth transition. The first time he bathed me was a little awkward, but I liked how he made me feel comfortable from the start. He removed my clothing and carried me to the bathroom. I felt safe and secure in his arms. My own arms only had enough strength to lightly wrap around his giant shoulders with his help. My sense of smell picked up a very strong male scent because he had just completed his first workout in the new gym before bathing me. I wasn't sure what to think about how smelly he was, but sure didn't mind resting my head on his big chest as he carried me.
He placed me into the bath carefully and after wetting me down he soaped up my upper body with his big strong hands. I couldn't feel a lot below my neck but I did detect sensations from his touch that I liked. I felt more and more relaxed with him and he continued soaping me down. My previous aids always used a little washcloth, but Carl used his bare hands on me. He also spent a lot more time washing my body and explained how good it was for blood circulation. He made me feel special. Water and soap were splashing up on his shirt and he asked if he could remove it while he bathed me...
"Adam, do you mind if I take off my shirt, it's getting all wet."
"No, not at all Carl."
He removed his shirt and stunned me with how big his muscles looked...
"Wow, you are unreal. I've never seen so much muscle before."
"Thanks, Adam. I guess I'm really into bodybuilding. I hope it's Ok."
"Yes, it's fine. I really like it."
His giant muscles flexed and rippled as he washed my little body, and with his shirt off he smelled stronger. Carl moved down to my legs and as per the therapist's instruction, massaged them vigorously. Then he started washing my private parts. I had only very slight sensations as he washed my little cock and balls, and then my ass. He was bending lower as he washed everything down there and I could see he was sweating, and smelling more powerfully. I started to go deep into myself and felt some sort of pleasure for the first time since my accident. Without even thinking I instinctively rested my head on his super muscular and exposed chest as he soaped down my privates, and heard him say...
"That's it Adam, just relax on me. It's important that you enjoy your bath."
He stopped washing me and for a few minutes let me continue to rest my head on him. The sensation of his sweaty and smelly chest made me feel serene, cared for, and even a little sexy. I started having sexual sensations that triggered nasty thoughts. I thought that sort of thing was all but impossible in my physical state. Then, when he lifted me out of the bath, I looked down couldn't believe what I saw... My little cock was hard. Carl saw it as well, and asked....
"Does this happen often? It's not supposed to, is it?"
"It hasn't happened in five years. I feel embarrassed!"
"Adam, you should be thrilled. Don't worry about me or being embarrassed. I'm so happy for you."
