Weekend with Nullo

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   The photos of the empty crotch on the internet intrigued me, to   
say the   least.  A bush of pubic hair and a snake tattoo were now 
the only   adornments   in an othewise flat crotch.  Formerly a man, 
he now likes to be   referred to   as "it".    That works just fine 
for me.  I sent it an e-mail with   a photo of   myself, shirtless.  
There was some shit on his web page saying   only a nude   photo 
would be accepted, but that was just to discourage picture   hounds.  
I   didn't want more pictures.  I'd seen all I needed to.  I   
wanted "it" here.  I wanted   to play with it, until I was 
satisfied.  I told it I'd send a   plane ticket.  That It wasn't to 
talk after arrival.  It was a   dog, who would   only bark to answer 
any questions I had.  I would have it for a   week, to   do with as I 
pleased--  no limits.   After we reached agreement,   which came   
quickly after seeing my picture, I sent the ticket, and picked it   
up at the   airport.  Not bad looking, dirty blonde hair, moustache, 
masculine   in   appearance.  I held the scruff of it's neck and led 
it to the   car.  It had no   bags, as directed.  I decided to call 
it "mutt" for the length of   its visit.    I locked a collar around 
mutt's neck and cuffed its hands behind   it.  Once   home, I peeled 
off its shoes, cut off its T shirt, and finally   stripped off its   
pants.  I felt especially virile and hung, with my new sexless   
pet.  I ran my   hands over its flat crotch, fingering the peehole.  
I pulled out   my cock and   pushed its mouth onto my pole.  I 
slapped its head and said, you'd   better be a   fucking good 
cocksucker, mutt.  I paid good money to have you   here.  And suck   
it did.  Almost made me cum, the little fucker.  I slapped it on   
the face a   few times, hard.  My way of saying stop sucking.  I 
threw mutt on   its back   and slid my dick into its hole, fast.  
Must have hurt, at least I   hope so, but not a wimper.    What a 
fantastic feeling to fuck without balls and a dick getting   in my 
way; just     a clear view of my cock sliding into the hairy puckered 
hole.  I   came pretty   quickly the first time.  Pushed my dirty 
cock into the mouth for a   cleanup.    So far, it hadn't said a 
word, or even come close to not obeying a   command,   verbal or 
implied.  Good mutt...  Out to the garage with you.  In   your cage 
like a  good boy.     What a rush, fucking something that didn't have 
sex organs.    Before, when   boys came over and I fucked them, I'd 
mostly ignore their boners,   but I still   had to look at them, and 
in some unspoken way, acknowledge that   they were   men, with sexual 
needs, not unlike myself.  But this thing, fuck,   this was   
perfect.  It consisted of an ass and a mouth.  Those were its sex   
organs, and   they were both submissive, receiving organs.  It had no 
choice,    There was no   decision, conscious or otherwise to ignore 
sexual needs.  It had   none, other   than to meet mine.  I've had 
sex with women before, and the only   thing I   liked about it was 
the fact that our anatomy made it obvious that   I was the   
agressor, the dominant.  That a pussy was a harmless sexual organ,   
waiting to   be fucked.  But having nothing there, emptiness, thats 
even   better.  I felt extremely   justified in taking my pleasure 
with it and then tieing the mutt   up until I   needed it again, 
making it sit there mute until I needed it again.      I didn't like 
my boys to play with themselves when I wasn't around,   and I even 
had a metal   tube, which locked over their dicks while they were in 
their   cages.  No need for that-- The mutt  took care of that worry 
for me, permanently.      I decided, after a couple of days, that I 
didn't like the hair on   mutt's body.  I took it into the   bathroom 
and shaved it off- first witht he clippers, and then with   a safety 
razor.  On a whim,  I then ran the clippers over its head, moustache, 
and eyebrows,   then repeated the shaving process.  I even took a 
little wax and   buffed its bare skull.  It never even occured to me 
that it might   object to this   treatment.  Any slave thats had its 
cock and balls removed is up   for anything.  I could do whatever 
the  fuck I wanted.  And I did.  I liked the way it looked totally   
smooth, less masculine than before, less   human even.  I took some 
pictures.  Shoved some stuff up its ass   and took a few more.  I put 
a butt  plug with a furry tail on it, and left it in.    I really 
liked watching it take a piss.  I walked it around the yard  on a 
leash.  I wouldn't let mutt hike its leg on a tree though--   too 
masculine.  Besides, there was nothing   there to direct the piss--  
so mutt squated like a good girl dog   would and the steaming piss 
hit the ground  in a a straight stream.  It sat under the table while 
I ate my   meals and took scraps from my hand.  Sometimes I had it 
blow me or   just sit on all fours with my dick in its mouth, in case 
I had to   piss.      Mutt went home yesterday.  I kinda miss having 
it here.  Its a drag   to have to get up from watching TV   to go 
piss.  Maybe I'll send it a one way ticket next time.