The Weeks before Nulofication

Before that time, he had always been sadistically cruel to me, but, for the most part, he limited himself to activities which would not cause permanent injury. Occasionally, lust would overwhelm him, and i would find myself with a new scar, or piercing, or brand, or nuts which stayed numb for weeks at a time, but my cock and balls had remained largely whole. Then, without warning or explanation, the level of torment increased dangerously. He no longer seemed to concern himself with the mutilation his actions caused. Rather, each new injury i endured seemed only to whet his appetite to damage me even more.

Eventually, i came to understand his motives. Master no longer had to concern himself with the permanent injuries he inflicted on my penis. Even the most extreme injury would be only temporary. My cock and balls themselves would soon be gone.

My life, which had for years been an agonizing torment of sexual abuse, became an absolute hell as i relived each degrading act of genital torture that i had ever endured, only this time Master had no reason to hold back. Unencumbered, he could fully explore the intensity of his sadistic sexuality. He could finally satisfy himself fully.

Without restraint, Master tormented me and i willingly submitted to his brutal desires. My only reward for surrendering my genitals to him, for allowing myself to be mangled, was the sight of Master's unbridled lust and the feel of the overwhelming orgasms which he released into me. He abused me daily, then, when his dick engorged into an iron rod from the sight of my suffering, he would rape my asshole or choke my throat with his thick manhood. Afterward, still unsated and knowing that my dick would soon be unavailable for his violations, he would start again, repeating the pattern of torture followed by brutal carnal release two, three, and sometimes four times a day for over six weeks. Like a horny teen experiencing sexual gratification for the first time, Master awoke with a stiff rod every day and ended each night exhausted after firing his seed into me one last time.

In spite of my agony, i relished every moment. This was what my deepest, most base nature required me to be, what i had spent years under his patient training striving to become. A fantasy which i had dreamed as a boy masturbating alone had become a reality. Beyond my wildest dreams, Master had fulfilled the only promise he made to me when he accepted me as his slave, the promise to usurp my freedom and control every essence of my being as his whim commanded. He had turned me into a owned thing, a fuck toy, and i savored the feeling of total submission. Each of his sadistic orgasms drove home the certainty that Master had nearly completed my transformation from the muscular twenty year old blond that i had been when he accepted me as his property into the ass-licking pussy boy i would soon become. It felt so right.

About seven weeks before the operation, i came for the last time. i did not know that it would be my final orgasm, maybe Master had not yet made up his mind, either way, he did not bother to tell me.

He released me from the chastity harness which he had shackled me into almost two months earlier. This harness was a tiny egg-shaped wire cage which opened on a hinge in the front. When closed it encased my cock and balls and secured with a small, but sturdy, padlock under my nuts. Even though the cage fit so tightly while fastened that it could not be disengaged without also removing at least one of my nuts, Master ensured that it remained in place by securing the padlock to a ring pierced into the skin between my balls and asshole. The ring had been welded closed after insertion. A small hole in the front of the harness allowed me to piss. When in place, this cruel device bit into my shaft every time my member hardened in even the slightest way, reminding me of the truth of my position as a bottom, preparing me for a life without sexual pleasure, the neutered life that i would someday live.

The night he released me from the wire cock cage, i had spent most of the evening suspended in a sling while Master pounded his fist into my asshole. He had already shot a warm load down my throat, and i thought him satisfied for the night. As i hung, still shackled within the sling, he reached under my balls, inserted the key into the tiny lock, and released my dick. His sudden interest in my groin startled me, i had actually begun to wonder if Master even remembered that i had a penis.

Master inspected my dick with the thoroughness that a rancher would use on livestock he intended to purchase, examining every inch, roughly yanking the nuts upward when he sought a better view, testing the firmness of the shaft by squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger.

My penis bore the marks of years of sexual torment. Brands and the scars of temporary piercings covered the skin, obscuring the now faded tatoo which had once covered my shaft. Master had modified the cockhead by splitting it above and below the pisshole with a razor. A bright chrome ring dangled from a hole bored through the shaft. The balls hung numbly, the result of countless sessions of constriction and beating.

I think the pitiful condition of my member pleased Master by reminding him of the patient training he had used to get it into that condition, i hope it did.

I now believe that Master used the close examination of my dick to organize his thoughts for the next month and one half, to decide where and when he could strike, where he could pierce, how he could crush. He seemed to savor the moment.

He shoved an enormous butt-plug, larger even than his fist, into me then released me from the sling. He sat in a chair and ordered me to kneel in front of him and remove his boots. When i did, he told me to lie on my back, my legs widely spread. He stood up and drove his bare heel into my nuts. He crushed the sole of his foot into my shaft, and then surprised me by ordering me to cum. In spite of the agony and debasement of his torments to it, my dick still hardened. Just being touched by his calloused foot drove me to the brink of ecstasy.

Even though Master had commanded it, the sight of my firm shaft disgusted him and he told me so. He lifted his foot and kicked me squarely in the balls. A wave of pain exploded throughout my midsection. Still i remained iron hard. Just as he returned his foot to my shaft, as the big toe barely brushed me under my split cockhead, i came, months of pent up sperm oozing out.

As i had been taught, i used my tongue to immediately lap my pathetic ejaculation from between his toes. i did not even wait a moment to savor the long denied release. i scooped my seed from my chest with my hand and licked it from my palm, consuming it all as i always did with each of my ejaculations.

Afterward, he locked me back into the sling, the huge dildo still in place within me. Using a chain, he securely suspended a five pound iron plate from my balls. He took pleasure in repeatedly wrenching the weight up high then dropping it. Each time it slammed down, the chain crashed into my nuts. It seemed that my ballsack would actually rip form my body.

He left me that way for the night, returning only once to viciously flip the iron plate over my thigh and out of the way, remove the dildo, and quickly satisfy himself within me. Afterward, he reinserted the dildo, dropped the weight back between my legs, and left.

With each passing minute the strain from the heavy burden intensified, turning into a fiery anguish by morning. i thought that this must be what it feels like to have my nuts crushed in a vice, but i was wrong. A few days later, Master demonstrated that having my nuts crushed in a vice hurt much worse.

For weeks i willingly endured every form of cock and ball torture. Master pierced, constricted, waxed, beat, and shocked. He did whatever his whim could conceive. One day, when he found himself short of time but in need of stimulation, he quickly heated a metal rod over the gas flame of his stove until it glowed red and branded my left nut.

It pleased me that i obediently suffered these vicious assaults, although my acceptance in no way served as any form of credit to me. i really had nothing to do with it. Rather, it bore witness to the effectiveness of Master's patient training.

Years earlier, when he first accepted me as his slave, even the slightest abuse to my tender nuts turned me into a pathetic, whimpering wretch. Each time i humiliated myself in this way or any other, he generously took the time to punish me ever more severely, constantly ratcheting up the intensity. If i failed him, he acted swiftly and sternly, and every punishment became part of my ordinary routine. There was never any going back.

Early on, he burned all of my clothing after i whined during one of his cruel sessions, effectively making me a prisoner within his home. Constantly exposed, i have cowered naked within his house ever since.

i failed him again by gagging while deep throating his thick shaft, making his orgasm less pleasurable than he expected. From that point, i have dutifully shaved my crotch every day.

When my youthful drives overtook me, i succumbed to the temptation he most despised and he caught me masturbating. He became enraged, pinned me down beneath his massive, muscular frame, and performed an unplanned piercing by jamming a thick needle through the meaty part of my still engorged shaft. i would wear that ring until my day he removed my penis.

By that time i thought i had learned my lesson, but it turned out that i needed much more instruction. i lasted for several months, but finally succumbed to my own weaknesses and cried one night as he beat my nuts with a paddle. i would never again cum without an enormous butt plug tearing at my tender sphincter. The only change he allowed over the years was the ever increasing size of the plastic plug.

Now, he no longer had to waste his valuable time disciplining me. i had progressed beyond the need for it. The torments that he once used to train me had become a routine part of my daily life because they please him. i gratefully accepted each attack, as i had been taught to do.

i adored Master for this.

One night, a few weeks after i came for the last time, he securily wrapped my member in soaked lengths of leather so tightly that an aching throb immediately assaulted my groin. He then waited for the straps to tense cruelly as they dried. Hours later, Master lay stomach down on the carpet with his legs wide apart while i burried my face between his muscular asscheeks and licked his crack. By that time, a throbbing numbness masked any sensation from my groin. i feared that the lack of blood flow would permanently incapicate my penis, and i knew that i could not endure the type of abuse that Master had been subjecting me to for much longer without incurring permanent damage to my cock and balls. His actions were literally destroying my manhood.

As i rimmed him, it came to me. Through my long weeks of torment, it had become brutally obvious that Master no longer concerned himself with the possibility of causing a disfiguring injury to my member, and, at that moment, with the tip of my moist tongue planted against his sphincter, i understood why. My dick no longer mattered because it would be gone soon. Master planned to complete my emasculation by nulofying me in the near future.

For the first time since he accepted me as his property, Master was truly free to do what he really wanted to do to me. Without restraint, he could finally pleasure himself by literally destroying my dick, and he planned to take advantage of this most rare opportunity.

i adored him for the intensity and authenticity of his dominance. At that moment i knew for certain that owning me was no game to him. He planned to make my slavery permanently and dangerously real. To make me what i needed to become, a sexless thing.

Secretly, i shared a perfect kiss with him, my mouth to the lips of his asshole.

About two weeks later, he revealed his plans to me. From the day he accepted me as his slave, i had known that one day he would take my cock and balls. i had enthusiastically agreed to it, although i do not think i fully understood the implications at the time. i always knew that it was what i needed, and, more importantly, what Master demanded. He explained that in a month i would be neutered and instructed me to use the time to prepare myself. From that moment, even before the procedure, he explained, i would live my life as i would afterward. i would never cum again.

The finality of it all terrified me, but somehow it felt so perfect at the same time. The day of my total submission was at hand. I would soon give Master the last thing i still owned, the last piece of my former self that i could surrender, my very manhood. Emotion overtook me. The exhilaration of submitting to him in this way made me weep. i thanked him, and told him that i would do anything to please him. Although i could not be so bold as to request it, i hoped he would celebrate the moment by cumming inside of me, and he obliged in a most creative manner. He yanked the skin from my ballsack over my shaft, using the skin to cover my member in such a way as to conceal the dick and give the illusion that the removal had already occurred. It excited him, and, using sterilized needles and thread, he pierced the sack and patiently sewed my ballskin into place over my rod. By the time he finished, as i lay burning from the assault to my groin, he could barely contain his lust. He locked me into the sling and fucked me standing up, all the time his eyes stared down, fixated on my groin, fantasizing on a time one month in the future when my emasculation would be real.

He left me sewn in that way until morning, allowing him one more opportunity to use me before he left for work.

For thirty more days the torments never ceased. By that time his abuses had already taken their toll My shaft would no longer harden.

Tomorrow, we leave for Bankok. Through connections with other sadists, Master has found a doctor there who performes these types of procedures. This doctor will aid Master in removing my cock and balls, leaving me only a tiny hole to piss through, though Master will do all of the actual cutting under direction. For an extra fee, the doctor even offered to form the skin in my genitals to look like a vagina, but Master declined this offer, saying that he did not want a woman, he wanted a eunuch.

Afterward, the Doctor will patch me up sufficiently so that Master can fuck my ass that very night.