I don't remember when I got into the idea of amputation but the idea of being so helpless, unable to move or do anything on my own, unable to refuse the desires of my master, being nothing but an object to be toyed with, it always makes me hard. Lately I've even been talking to another who loves how amputees look and who would love to own one as a slave, we even had a bit of fun roleplaying what it would be like if I were his limbless slave, my cock was hard reading about how he'd use me and look after me, have me live in a drawer when not needed or put on display. He even suggested ideas that I'd never thought of but which also turned me on, like removing my teeth and vocal cords, turning my mouth into a mute fuck hole, and even blinding and deafening me, reducing my only sensations to his touch, that one did scare me somewhat and he understood but I also told him that it turns me on slightly. Today though I get an interesting message, one that fills me with a mixture of excitement and fear.

"I'm in town this weekend, have a job that required my skills, and I'd love to meet up with you in person. Maybe we could move our roleplaying from the keyboard to the bedroom." I look at the message for a while, do I really actually want to meet with him or do I want to leave this all as a fantasy? Hesitating I feel my cock harden in response and my desires get the better of me, my more rational mind quickly silenced to the back of my mind as I reply.

I stand nervously on the corner of the road, as I wait my mind has time to question myself, like asking why we're meeting here and not anywhere more public like at a restaurant. Maybe like me he wishes to keep this side of his life a secret, not everyone online is an evil psychopath.

My thoughts are cut off as I'm suddenly blinded by bright headlights, this must be him. As the vehicle comes closer I realise that it isn't slowing, my legs refuse to move as I watch in horror as the car turns directly towards me.

I suddenly find myself laying on the hard ground, the world around me spinning as my head throbs and my chest hurts, my right arm and leg burning with pain. As I fade into darkness I barely make out some words.

"Relax, this is all part of the fun my dear. Soon our fantasy will be reality."

A bright light shines above me, blinking as I get used to the blinding light, I feel my head hurt as it slowly clears of fog. What happened to me? I try to move my hands up to my face to rub my eyes, only for one to meet resistance from something and the other has no feeling at all. What's going on? I look down and gasp in horror, my left arm is held down by several large padded restraints, like those in hospitals and mental wards, my other arm however is missing, bandages wrap around the small stump of my shoulder where it should be. Panic fills my body as I look around for anyone to explain what has happened, only the room doesn't look like a hospital at all, more like something from a horror movie or thriller, like a makeshift hospital in a basement or something. As I lay helplessly, waiting for someone to come and tell me what is going on a new fear enters my mind as I vaguely remember someone saying something to me before I passed out. Oh god, please no, not that.

"You're awake, that's marvellous news." I pull on my restraints as I see the man who I was going to meet.

"What's happening? What's going on? What did you do to me?" I feel has hand gently rest on my chest.

"Calm down my dear. You were in a car accident and I had to remove you arm and leg due to how badly they were injured. For a moment I wasn't sure if you'd wake, you were unconscious for several weeks." What? How long? I pull on my restraints again needing to move and maybe get away, for some reason I don't fully trust him, maybe another doctor can explain things better.

"Why am I restrained through?" He smiles reassuringly.

"Oh, that's to make sure that you don't wonder off before your treatment is finished." I watch helplessly as he pulls out a needle and injects something into my drip.

"Don't worry about them though, when you next wake you won't be needing them anymore." What did that mean? I try to ask but my mind and body suddenly feel tired and sleepy, my mind slowing and my body becoming unresponsive as the world darkens and my eyelids grow heavy before everything goes black.

I wake with a start, no longer feeling the restraints holding me in place, but something else feels different. I raise my arm to check that my restraints are gone and stare in horror, fear gripping me as I slowly look down at my remaining leg. Both my hand and foot were gone, both limbs ending in an unnatural bandaged stump. Of course I no longer need to be restrained when I can no longer leave my bed or fight back. I'm helpless, just as I'd always fantasised about. I lay defeated on my bed, staring at the hanging light above me, fear and a strange excitement filling my mind as I try to piece together what is happening and will happen to me. Is this as far as he will go? Or am I to lose more of my body? What will he do with me once he has finished mutilating me? All these questions have many answers, each more terrifying than the last, but somehow I also find them somewhat intreging, my cock slowly growing hard as I frustratingly realise that I can't do anything about.

Suddenly I'm snapped out of my thoughts and jump slightly as my doctor's hand gently grips my hard cock and slowly strokes it. Completely helpless as he plays with my cock I can't help but moan as pleasure builds inside me, slowly building towards climax my now useless arm moves as my remaining leg wiggles pointlessly as I'm brought to a mind numbing orgasm, my cum spraying over my body, covering it in my quickly cooling cum, my mind both 8n blissful happiness and also disgust at myself for enjoying it so much, surely i should be more angry and scared of this man who has made me so helpless.

"I see that you're enjoying your fantasy so far. Rest up my dear, tomorrow we will enter the next phase of your transformation." My eyes widen in shock and fear as he leaves me alone and helpless. What is he going to do to me next? How can I escape? Maybe I can ask him to stop, leave me as I am now? I lay helplessly in my bed, unable to get up, unable to do anything, only wait, wait in dread at may next operation.

I wake from a restless sleep as a hand toys with my cock, causing me to moan instinctively. 

"Are you ready for your next step dear?" Now is my chance, I can say no, I can tell him to stop, but as I feel him stroking my cock all I can do is moan before he injects my drip with another dose. As my body shuts down once again panic fills my slowing mond and I try to speak, I try to tell him to stop, I try to say no but it's to late.

I awake in pain, my throat feels sore, as does my mouth. What has he done? I move my tongue around and feel only soft gum where my teeth should be. I cry out in shock only for nothing to come out. I try to speak as horrible realisation hits me, my vocal chords must have be cut.

The fear fully waking my mind I feel another terrifying absence, as I feel slightly aroused I don't feel my cock hardening. Looking down in fear I see why and manage to let out a quiet whimper. What's left is just a tiny stump, barely half an inch tall as my body tries to get hard. Why did he take it, why? I go to rub my now stump but realise that my arm is also gone, along with my remaining leg, I'm now a completely limbless and mute body, totally helpless and unable to do anything, I can't defend myself, call for help, or even get an erection. I lay terrified of what comes next, am I to just be his living toy, his plaything? Or will he rent me out to others to use? Both thoughts make my stump try to be a cock once more, as I'm filled with fear and an overwhelming feeling off helplessness, unable to control my own fate from now on.

I wiggle slightly and let out a quiet moan as a hand starts rubbing my aching stump.

"I see that everything has healed nicely my dear." Unable to do anything or respond I just wiggle uselessly enjoy the sensation as he continues to play with my body, my doctor smiling in response.

"Well we only have two more changes to make and everything will be complete." More? What else is there to take away? I Watch in horror as he picks up a needle and moves it up to my head, I turn it in fear as I desperately try to move it away from the object but his other hand holds it still as he slowly slides the point into my ear. My limbless body spasms and I scream quietly in agony as the needle pieces my eardrum and thick liquid fills the space behind it, blocking any sound except that of my beating heart. Tears form in eyes and I shake my head as he brings another needle up to my ear and I'm once again brought to agony as deafened to the outside world. As my body shakes and cries, my doctor's arms wrap around me comfortingly, allowing me to slowly calm down as I come to terms with my new reality, one where I'm unable to hear anything ever again.

My head is stroked lovingly as I'm lowered back down and my tears are wiped away with a caring smile. Laying and recovering I watch as he holds up a mirror and says something which falls on my now deaf ears as I look at my reflection, the image burning into my mind, that of a head and torso, one with a toothless mouth and no cock, only two swollen and denied balls. As he puts down the mirror I watch completely exhausted and defeated as he brings something over to my eye and lowers it toward my fearful and wide eye. My vision suddenly grows dark as my eye is injected with a black substance, slowly blocking all light and leaving me completely blind in one eye. I look at my doctor in fear and for what I know is the last time, as he lowers the object towards me once more and I'm plunged into a nightmarish eternal silent darkness.

Epilogue

I watch my helpless plaything wiggle and moan silently as I rub his stump where his cock once existed, the dumb mindless smile across his toothless mouth, clearly whatever is left of him inside his immobile body is enjoying the sensation. There can't be much of him in there now, not after all these years of nothing, unable to move, do anything, unable to see or hear, his only stimulation is when I play with him, hold him, wash him and use him, my touch the only thing he knows, trapped inside his own body for so many years. At first he moved around, desperately trying to learn how to move on his own, trying to figure out where he was, trying to gain some level of independence and control no matter how small but he needs me for everything, his existence is completely dependent on me, which he soon learnt and became docile, learning to enjoy and crave my attention, no matter what it is, whether I'm washing him or using him, or as I am right now teasing him.

I move my hand away and smile as my helpless toy breathes hard and moves his hips desperately begging me to continue, a look of animalistic sad longing and need on his face, that's all that's left, a horny and desperate, pathetic and helpless creature. I roll him over onto his front and climb onto the bed and ram my hard cock uncaringly into his well used ass, his body moving slightly as I thrust deep inside him, quickly feeling his limbless body tremble as he is brought to an orgasm, the feeling around my cock quickly bringing me over thw edge and feeling him with my cum. Pulling out I roll him over, allowing him to catch his breath better before shoving my cock into his toothless mouth and down his silent throat. His tongue eagerly cleaning me, hungrily for any taste since all his food is pumped directly into his stomach.

Finishing I lift him off the bed, his head burying itself lovingly into my chest as we embrace, and I place him down gently inside the draw underneath the bed, wrapping his lower half in a diaper to prevent any mess as I don't know when I'll use him next, I kiss him on the lips before closing the draw shut, leaving him safely stored away until I next want to play with him.