I sit at the bar and finish the last of my pint and signal to the bartender for another. I look over as a handsome looking man sits down next to me.

"What are you having?" I look at him both surprise and flattered as he buys me another drink. Enjoying the company I smile as we start talking and he keeps ordering us more drinks.

"So what do you do for a living?" The handsome man smiles.

"I'm a surgeon." A slightly drunken smile spreads across my face as an idea comes to my mind.

I wake with a pounding headache as I feel something moving inside me and hear a grunting noise. Where am I? Did I pass out? What happened last night? And is someone fucking me right now? I turn my head and see a face that I vaguely remember, I remember him buying me a drink but that's all, I'm guessing that I went back with him last night. As my body wakes up more I begin to feel aroused at the feeling of being fucked and try to moan, only no noise escapes my mouth, I try to make more sounds but there's only silence. What is going on? Why can't I speak? Panic sets in as I feel around my mouth, maybe I'm gagged, only to find nothing, literally nothing, not just the absence of a gag but also the fact that all my teeth are missing. What did I tell the guy last night? Did I tell him my darkest fantasy or something? I try to move my hands up to inspect my mouth but only confirm by fears as nothing happens. Looking to my right and then my left I see nothing but stumps where my arms should be, ending unnaturally at my shoulders. Oh god, I did tell him everything. Fear and panic take over as I faintly remember him telling me that he was a surgeon and taking a huge interest in his work. As I wiggle and flail uselessly beneath him he calmly continues to fuck me as if everything was normal. As I struggle a chilling thought enters my mind, what else did I tell him? As my body moves I feel a slight pain in my nipples, as if they're being pulled down with each thrust and although I'm frightened and in shock part of me feels aroused as he continues to fuck me uncaringly, using me like an object but as my enjoyment builds something feels wrong. Oh god! Why am I not getting hard? Did I really tell him every one of my fantasies? Why would I have told him that?

My mind is brought back to focusing on the present as I feel my ass fill the strangers warm cum. I feel him pull out and my heart races as I watch him walk over to my head. Unable to fight him I open my toothless mouth as he pushes his cock against my lips. Tasting his cock, cum and my ass, I'm taken by lust as I run my tongue over him and suck, quickly feeling him get hard once more. I feel his hand hold the back of my head firmly as he begins to slide his cock deeper into my mouth, his hand guiding my head back and forth, pushing his cock deeper down my throat, my body unable to resist making gagging noises as I choke on his cock, until my mouth is filled with his cum. Unable to do anything else I swallow it down before his cock leaves my mouth and I'm left gasping for air. As I desperately try to regain my breath I'm rolled over and a leash is clipped to the metal collar around my neck. Feeling a hard pull on my collar I am lifted up to a sitting position and guided off the bed, standing in front of a large mirror I look at the reflection in shock and horror. My arms are completely gone, my shoulders ending abruptly, around my neck is a tight steel collar, the leash dangling over the chain connecting my now pierced nipples but most horrifying of all the modifications, my dickless crotch, all that I see are my balls and a tiny stump where my cock should be, I truly am completely helpless. Seeing my tiny stump twitch I know that I have no way of satisfying myself or even enjoying my current predicament without help. Also seeing my stump twitch the stranger from the bar smiles and puts his arm around me lovingly.

"What do you think? Do you like all of your modifications?" I wish I could say something but I know that my vocal cords no longer work and communication is not possible, I just stare at my mutilated body with a weird mixture of terror and arousal.

"At first when you told me all of your wildest fantasies I thought that you were joking but you were very insistant, you even signed an agreement with me. So I know that you like it even if you can't say it." I feel him gently caressing my shoulders and his hand move over my body and down to my empty crotch where he playfully rubs the small stump that was once my cock.

"Don't worry, I'll look after you. I'll be your master, just as you asked of me."

I feel a tug on my leash and unable to do otherwise I walk unsteadily, still not fully able to balance without my arms, as I'm dragged out of the room. I'm brought to a stop in the living room and gently guided onto a small platform, in the middle of which stands a pole with a large dildo on the end. Standing still I watch my master crouches down, part of me thinks about kicking him and trying to escape but in my state I am to helpless, I can't even open the doors or call for help or phone the police and even if I did somehow get outside what then? I'm naked and completely defenseless and even if I manage to find safety I'd still need to be cared for and looked after, which costs money, I can't have a job or look after myself. Maybe staying here is the best option, at least I have someone to take care of me and he seems to like me considering how he was enjoying using me a moment ago. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted as I feel the tip of the dildo against my ass, I manage to let out a small noise as it pushes its way inside me and settles deep inside. My master returns into my view smiling at me, as he looks at me and runs his hands over my helpless body I try to move only to find that I'm stuck, impaled on the large dildo I can't go anywhere, I'm trapped in place like a shop mannequin.

"That should keep you nice an secure, one display for all to see my skillful work." Forced to stand in one spot I watch as he leaves, quickly returning with something in his hand. I feel the chain between my nipples unclip and he places a strange strap with a small tray attached to it around me, on the far corners of the tray are some chains, each clipped to my nipple rings. I watch confused as he leaves again before returning with a large glass, I groan in pain as he places it down on the tray, the weight pulling on my nipples. I breath in relief as he lifts it to take a sip, only to cruelly return it back onto the tray and sitting down nearby to read a book, every now and then getting up for another sip, each time with a slight smile as he sees me, reduced to nothing but an object, a table to place his drink.

Putting down his book I watch as he gets up and walks over to me, he finishes the last of his drink before placing it back down onto my tray, although empty the heavy glass still pulls down painfully on my nipples.

"I'm off out. I'll be back later and then we can have some fun. Don't go anywhere." Unable to speak I wish I could ask him to stay and not to leave me alone, especially not like this but my mute mouth makes no sound as he leaves, the sound of the front door closing and locking sending a shiver down my spine as I'm left to stand here, unable to move, like some sort of living statue, what's worse is that I'm left in discomforting pain from the tray.

As I stand the unignorable dildo in my ass only makes me horny, my stump twitching as I think about it, part of me wanting to push up on my tiptoes and push myself up and down on it but such movements might knock the tray and break the glass, I wouldn't want any of it cutting me or to risk angering my master, so I just stay as still as possible, while feeling the constant stretching of my ass.

My legs ache uncomfortably as I struggle to stay still and upright, my body screaming at me wanting to move, my nipples throbing from the weight pulling on them and my mind crazy from the inescapable feeling of the dildo impaled deep inside me, the same on trapping me in place. What makes things worse is that I can see the clock on the wall opposite me, its slowly ticking hands tormenting me with every second that I am stuck here, my mind driven crazy as I find myself wishing for my master to return, to rescue me, to relieve my building frustration, to remove this damn weight from my nipples.

My heart races slightly in a mixture of fear and hope as I hear the sound of the front door unlocking, seeing my master I move my legs slightly in an attempt to get his attention. He seemingly ignores me as he walks away into the kitchen and makes himself a drink before returning and walking up to me.

"Ah, I was wondering where I left that." I make a silent greatful sigh of relief as he picks up the glass and takes in away, the weight no longer pulling on my nipples. Without even acknowledging me he turns and leaves the room again, the feeling if being treated as nothing but an object only making me feel more turned on as I continue to feel the ever present dildo deep inside. Without the glass on my tray I start to move my tired legs, pushing myself up slightly on my toes before dropping back to my feet, sliding up and down the pole that I'm trapped on, my stump twitching as I try to relieve the building need inside me but as much as I try all I can achieve is more frustration. I look down as I continue to desperately ride the pole and wish that is still had my hands and cock, that way I could relieve myself but instead I'm helpless to gain relief.

I stop as my master enters the room carrying a plate of delicious smelling food, the smells reminding me that I haven't eaten since the night I had drunkenly told my darkest fantasies to the wrong man and my empty stomach now growls in pain. I watch hungrily as my master starts to eat Without looking at me. After several mouth fulls he turns to me as if only now remembering that I exist.

"Are you hungry?" Unable to answer it any other way I nod my head. He smiles back at me.

"Well if you want to eat yiu have to earn your meal. Continue what you were doing before I came in. Entertain me " I stay still for a few seconds before I feel my stomach rumble and start to move up and down on the dildo once more, my breathing becoming heavier as I perform my humiliating show of my master while he eats. As I continue the humiliation slowly fades, I'm lost in lust as I ride the dildo, part of me wishes that I could still touch myself as I close my eyes and bite my lip as I slowly get closer and closer to the edge, I'm so caught up in the moment that I don't even notice my master finishing his meal and happily watching the show, honestly I no longer even care, my helpless body just needs to cum. I jump slightly and let out a voiceless moan as I feel my master's hands run over my body, caressing my armless shoulders, unhooking my sore nipples and dropping the tray to the floor, his massaging them before slowly moving down to my stump, his finger gently rubbing it as it twitches and stiffens, pleasure building inside me as I draw closer towards the edge.

Suddenly he stops and holds me in place, frustration flowing through my body as I breathe hard, my mind hazy with desire and need.

"That's enough for now, you earned your meal." I stand, my legs shaking from both exhaustion and pleasure. My master crouches down behind me and I feel the dildo slowly drop out of my ass, which now feels empty as I try to move away from my stand, my legs barely taking my weight, I stumble slightly, feeling helpless as I try to flail my nonexistent arms, realising in terror that I also have nothing to break my fall, but the strong hands of my master support me, making me sigh with relief. I feel his firm hand push me down and guide me to my knees, where I feel more stable. I watch as he walks round to face me and his hands undo his trousers, pulling them down his hard cock springs out and points directly at my face.

"Time for dinner." Lost in a fog of lust and desire I open my toothless mouth and slide it over his cock and begin to suck it hungrily, my tongue eagerly tasting it, before I move down it, pushing it deep down my throat, bobbing back and forth, each time taking him deeper, pushing my noise into his crotch and feeling my senses with his scent. As I continue I start to hear him moaning and his hand gently holds the back of my head, holding me down and forcing me to choke on his cock as he fills my mouth and throat with his warm cum. As I struggle helplessly, unable to fight back in any way, I swallow down my delicious meal, before gasping for air as he finally let's go and pulls his cock out of my mouth.

"Good boy. Did you enjoy your meal?" I weakly nod my head between deep breaths, my twitching stump betraying the fact that I really did enjoy it. His arm wraps around my shoulders and he pulls me into his leg, my nose almost touching his still exposed cock, as he embraces me.

He suddenly let's go and moves away, I feel strangely sad as I watch him leave, as if not wanting our embrace to end. He quickly returns and with one arm lifts me up and drags me with him over to the sofa and sits me down with him. Leaning me onto him he lifts a bottle to my mouth and slides it between my lips.

"Drink it up, you must still be hungry." Feeling and tasting the liquid food as it pours into my mouth I mindlessly swallow, desperate to fill my screaming stomach, downing the food as if I haven't eaten for days, which I suppose is true, I don't even know how long I've been unconscious for. The thought is slightly terrifying, I don't even know what time of the year it is but as I eat, held in my master's embrace, part of me doesn't care, does it even matter?

Finishing the bottle I feel comfortably full and happy as I snuggle into my master. Holding me we sit together as he turns on the TV, what we watch doesn't bother me, I'm just happy to be held after hours stuck alone on the pole, my mind zoning out as I enjoy the moment.

I'm brought back to my senses as I'm moved, the sky outside is dark and the TV is off.

"Time for bed. Let's get you ready." He gets up and I struggle to stay upright, my back straining to readjust myself into a better position where I wouldn't fall over. I feel a tug on my collar and follow it getting up from the sofa as I'm led out of the room and into the bathroom, as I enter I feel the need to pee and sit down on the toilet, almost losing my balance in the process, in all my fantasies I don't think that I ever considered how important my arms were when it came to balancing, although it only adds to the feeling of being helpless, which is what I wanted after all. Relieving myself I stand and feel my master wipe my stump dry and he leads me out and down a corridor back to the bedroom where I woke up. He gently guides me to the bed and hooks the end of my leash over the bedpost, completely trapping me to the bed.

I lay helplessly on the bed and watch as my master removes his clothes and moves round to the side of the bed. I feel the mattress move beneath me as he climbs on and slides over to me, his arms hold me and he rolls me onto my side. His hands playfully run over my body as I feel his hard cock move against my ass cheek and slowly line himself up, the head of his cock pushing against my ass. I gasp as he thrusts himself into me and begins to fuck me, his warm breath on the back on my neck as he grunts and pounds away, his hands holding me tightly while also rubbing my stump. My mind races, part of me wants to fight but another just wants to enjoy the feeling of being helpless like in my fantasies and to finally get the release I've been denied all day. I breath hard and move my hips pushing his cock deeper inside me, my mind lost to my desperate need to cum, one which grows with every thrust. The pleasure inside builds and my body shakes as I cry out silently in bliss as I cum feeling my master filling me as he groans in pleasure. My mind numb with bliss as I gratefully enjoy the relief my master gave me, I happily fall asleep in his arms.

Epilogue:

Waking from a deep sleep, I feel my stump desperately try to grow into morning wood, I wait patiently as I lay on the bed, awaiting my master and carer to wake, his own morning wood pressing into my ass, only making me more horny.

It's been several years since our fateful encounter at the bar, at first it took some getting used to but I've learnt to live without my arms or voice. It was frustrating at times for a while but through it all i had my master, he gladly opens doors for me, holds me, guides me, feeds me, gives me drinks, scratching itches for me, washes me and helps me cum at least twice a day. I even not feel like I need to speak to him, he knows me so well and I have found ways to show him how much I love him, be it burying my face into him as we embrace or by dropping to my knees and sucking on his cock. I'm so grateful to him, for everything he does for me, not just looking after me but for letting me live out my wildest fantasies.

I smile as I hear him wake up, knowing what to do I expertly wiggle myself under the covers and slide my mouth over his hard sweaty cock and begin to give him his morning blowjob, while relieving him of frustration the taste and feel of his cock and cum only makes mine go up, master's playful rubbing of my stump now and throughout the day doesn't help but he loves to keep me needly until he eventually rewards me later in the evening.

Having had my breakfast I climb out of bed and kneel on the floor as master gets up and slides his now soft cock into my empty mouth. I close my lips around it tightly as I feel the strong tasting, warm, morning piss flow into my mouth and I hungrily swallow it down and lick the remaining drops from his cock. Hooking on my leash master leads me to the bathroom and attaches my leash to a pipe, leaving me alone while he walks away to the kitchen to have his own breakfast. Knowing that I won't have another trip in here for a while I sit down on the toilet and relieve myself.

As master walks in he turns on the shower and grabs my leash guiding me into it. The warm water feels pleasant, as does master's hands running over me as he cleans my body, spending extra time around my shoulders, stump and ass, playfully toying with them and smiling knowing that he is just making me more desperate and needy.

Stepping out of the shower master gently dries me off with a towel, once again taking time to play with my body. Afterwards he leads me over to my stand and I feel the familiar feel of the dildo enter deep inside my ass, holding me in place, like some kind of perverted, horny mannequin. I've learnt to enjoy the feeling of being left this way, proud to be on display for my master, his prized toy, something valuable and treasured enough the be shown off.

As I wait for my master my mind slowly fades as I move up and down slightly on the dildo, quickly lost in lust and thoughts of my master, my carer, my love.