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In a small, cluttered apartment, a man, his body a testament to his disability, sits on the edge of his bed, his leg missing from the knee down. His hands, steady and sure, pop open a bottle of pills, shaking one out onto his palm. He looks at it, a mix of resignation and anger in his eyes, before tossing it into his mouth. His cock, hard and throbbing, tents the thin fabric of his shorts, a constant, maddening reminder of his predicament. He pulls his shorts down, revealing his length, and begins to stroke, his grip tight, his movements steady. But no matter how much he wants it, no matter how hard he tries, his body refuses to give in. His cock stays hard, his balls ache, but no cum comes. He collapses back, his body a battlefield of unspent desire.