For obvious reasons the idea of actually going threw with getting nulled was pretty intimidation, when I was 20 or so I discovered enforced chastity as an alternative. After a few years the CB-2000 and similar devices brought the idea to an affordable reality for me. I ordered my cb-2000 and started spending weekends or weeks locked up. I even managed to find a few local masters to hold the keys for a month or so.

In the end the CB-3000 always felt like a poor substitute for the more secure devices on the market and my interests in nullification continued with a vengeance. My dream was to find a master to lock me up in a stainless steal belt for a year and then nullify me upon my release from the device. Both the logistics of affording the device and finding a master willing to help me with this dream were insurmountable. Until one night on the archive chat room I was contacted.

"Location?" He asked.

"Baltimore MD" I answered.

"Stats?"

"5'7"/145lb/30" waist/hazel eyes/go between a short military haircut and a shaved head."

"What is it you want boy?"

I went on to describe my fantasy with him. He said he could help me realize my dreams. He said he only lived an hour or so from Baltimore so distance wasn't an issue and that he had a reliable cutter he had used for other boys before. As far as the belt was concerned, if I agreed he would meet me and do the measurements and the belt would be locked on when it arrived. I would have the keys for three months so that any comfort issues could be ironed out but after that I would have no access to the belt. After the year I would be nullified and spend one year as his slave.

This got me horny as one could guess, and not using my best judgment I agreed to meet him. We met in public and then proceeded to my place where he did the appropriate measurements. He also locked a collar on my neck and said that I would be his boy till I was nulled and his slave after. He made me shave from the neck down and check in with him daily.

At first I was hot as hell thinking about what I had committed to, but then concerns set in. Had I made the right decision? Could I back out on our deal?

After about a month a package arrived in the mail. It was the belt. Since the whole package arrived I had the locks and what I assumed were the keys. I figured it couldn't hurt to try it on and see how it felt. Once everything was secured in place I looked in the Mirror. I was so horny I HAD to jerk off. I grabbed the keys and went to open the lock, but the keys wouldn't work.

I immediately went online to see if Sir was available. I had an e-mail waiting for me.

***

boy,

I see from my tracking number on your package that the belt has arrived. If you have not already put on the belt I would like you to. I received an e-mail from the manufacturer that they accidentally sent the wrong keys for the belt and have sent the the correct ones to me. I know this will not be an issue since we see each other so often and talk daily. I can personally address any comfort concerns you have with the belt. After we are certain that the belt fits properly I will send them to the cutter to hold for one year from today. Please call me promptly at 6 tonight.

Sir

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I didn't know what to do. At this point I had no real options. I got dressed and made myself dinner. At Six I called Sir.

In our conversation I felt powerless to protest in any way and went along with whatever he said.

"Over the next three months I will take you to weekly hair removal treatments. By the time we permanently lock the belt on you you will no longer have to worry about hair from the neck down."

"Yes Sir."

"You should start making arrangements now to move in with me. I would like it if you moved in sooner than one year, but will allow one year since it is what we originally discussed. Would sooner be possible boy?"

"Yes Sir. I could give my notice at my apartment on the first of the month."

"Good boy. You will also have to quit your job. I have responsibilities for you here."

"Yes Sir. I can give notice at the same time as my apartment."

"It's settled then. on the first of the month you will give notice and then at the end of the month I will move your possessions into storage."

"Yes Sir."

"I am very pleased with you boy."

"Thank you Sir."

I hung up the phone feeling both excited and empty inside. I liked my job and my apartment. My friends were all kinky but wouldn't really understand this. I decided I had no real choice at this point. I did as I said I would and gave my notice at work and for my apartment. At the end of the month Sir moved me in with him.

I was kept naked (excluding the belt) when I was home. Sir insisted that I get a construction job since he wanted me to work in a blue collar atmosphere like him. I had not trade skills so this was my only real option. I did all the cooking and cleaning around the house and serviced Sir sexually whenever he wanted. I found that I really started to enjoy sucking cock, it was the only thing that satisfied my intense sexual frustration.

We settled into our routine. In the morning I would suck Sir off, then make coffee while he was in the shower. I would eat out of a dog bowl on the floor most of the time. Aside from the fact that I was always naked, and in chastity it was very much like a marriage. Sir took care of me and the hair removal treatments took effect. The construction work as well as the workouts that Sir insisted upon made me develop a muscular body. Before long we had reached a year.

A year with no access to my cock. I could feel it stirring from time to time, but attempts at erections were fewer and fewer. I had occasional wet dreams, but Sir assured me that they would end once I was nullified. I wasn't afraid.

We drove out to the cutter's and he restrained me to a surgical table. After much discussion over weather I should even be able to see my cock (it had been a year after all) they decided that I could watch the procedure, but would not be allowed a final orgasm.

The operation was much longer and bloodier than I expected. I had always dreamed of my still warm cock being placed on my belly, but when it was finally slid off the catheter it was cold and lifeless. I was stitched up fell asleep.

Sir told me that he let the cutter keep my cock as payment when I awoke. We were already half way home and I was sore and tired. He thought me how to apply my hormone treatments and our routine continued much as it had. I did however know that there really was no going back. Our agreement to one year was obviously a farce. It turned out that Sir made a practice of selling his slaves when they no longer worked out. I had no intention of leaving him, I was happy, and his cock was more than enough satisfaction for both of us.