Honeymoon

i gave Master a moment to savor the image of my slowly spreading hole. He knew that he could stand right then, enter me, and enjoy the tight grip of my sphincter, but he did not move. He wanted me to continue my little striptease until i revealed the secret of my emasculated crotch to him.

i still looked ordinary when viewed from behind. From that perspective, the alterations that Master had inflicted upon me were not visible. As i bent with Master sitting low behind me, however, the view between my legs would remind him of the cruel modifications that i had endured to satisfy his sadistic appetites. My stretch would provocatively inch my vacant groin into his view.

i sank further, dropping my torso below my hips and poking my rear even higher into the air. After licking my middle finger to moisten it, i reached behind myself and placed the finger on the crack of my anus. i suggestively circled the tip around my hole before slipping it into myself.

From his low position, Master could now look through my legs and spy the skin in front of my asshole. He could see that no penis dropped between my legs and into his line of sight. Nothing hung in front of my anus, no shaft or ballsack. At the very limit of my stretch, the tiny slit an inch forward of my asshole that now served as my pisshole would just peak into Master's view and reveal the shame of my nullification.

Before i finished my little flashdance, i felt the bulbous tip of Master's stiff cock lining up against the crack of my anus. He called me a whore and slapped my ass hard before forcing himself into my warm, tight hole.

Not having genitals of my own changed my perception of the act of being fucked by Master. Without even a tingle of arousal to temper my senses, i now appreciated the full measure of Master's selfish lust. Having him inside of me felt like being raped by a dangerously horny rottweiler.

Before my operation, there had always been at least a hint of excitement when he used me. Even during the vicious sessions of cock and ball mutilation that he had inflicted upon me, i felt at least some sexual stimulation. Now, even that was gone, but the pain and humiliation remained.

He groped his hands around my front and stroked the smoothness of my hairless, empty crotch. The hardness of his shaft grated against the tender skin of my asshole with each of his brutal thrusts. Losing himself in his passion, Master became an animal inside me. Each time he jammed his shaft forward, i fought to keep from losing my balance and crashing to the floor. With every thrust, his muscular thighs beat against my firm asscheeks and the masculinity of his balls swayed up between my thighs and tapped against the neutered disgrace of my pisshole.

As his right hand roughly stroked the scar between my legs that served as the only reminder of my ever having been male, an enormous gush of thick, warm ejaculate filled my colon.

Master had stolen my ability to experience any form of sexual gratification by taking me to a cruel Thai doctor half-way around the world and having my cock and balls sliced from my body. Still, although i felt no sense of sexual satisfaction, i needed to be used as Master's slut. Being the target of Master's cruel lust made me feel a little like a human being again, at least for the few minutes it lasted. i needed his cruel attentions because i had nothing else in my life. i also knew that i had to keep him interested or suffer dire consequences. When he bored of regularly using me, he would store me in a small cage in his cellar, so he did not have to even look at me. Before my procedure, he had locked me in this cage for sometimes over a month at a time.

Master had chopped off my penis just to make fucking me more of a thrill. He deprived me this last vestige of manhood for no better reason than to satisfy his fantasy of dominating a boy who did not have the distraction of a dick of his own. i never asked for this to happen to me, and Master had not sought my opinion. i was his property, and he did not need my permission. He had not cared how i felt about anything in the three years he had owned me.

If he had asked me, i would have responded with the indifference of a totally broken slave. i had already lost the ability to care about things as trivial as my penis. The three years of almost constant abuse that i had suffered at his hand had left me almost mindlessly submissive. Knowing the brutal consequences of even slight disobedience, i did exactly whatever Master told me to do.

i knew at the time that losing my cock and balls could not possibly be any worse than the abuse that he had already inflicted upon my penis. His cruelty had already made me impotent and had mangled my dick to the point that it could hardly be recognized as a male organ. The only thing i knew for certain was that nullification would make the constant pain in my balls stop.

i only began to appreciate his decision to cut me on the day after my procedure, when Master again started to again use me as his sexual slave. With my dick gone, he desired me with an intensity that he had not displayed for over a year. He did not merely want to fuck me, he needed to fuck me. He could not even wait the few days that the doctor had advised for me to heal. The oral sex that i had given him before even leaving the clinic on the day of my emasculation did not satisfy him. He needed to jam his cock into the tight asshole of his new dickless toy.

The first time after my nullification, it only took him a few thrusts for him to shoot his load. Afterward, he did not even withdraw himself. He just waited the minute or two that it took for him to harden and he fucked me again. He took it a little slower the second time.

It felt good to again be the object of his intense lust. Before the procedure, he had fucked me too many times in too many ways for it to continue to be interesting for him. He had not tired of sex, he was still a virile young man, he had merely tired of sex with me. He needed something new, something beyond entering my mouth or asshole, or fisting me, or even the extreme cock and ball torture he had inflicted upon me. He needed more, and nullification was all that i had left to offer.

Finding myself again able to please him so totally made all of the pain, and fear, and humiliation that i had endured in losing my manhood worthwhile. With my dick gone, every move i made seemed erotic to him. i had become something he had never before experienced, and he wanted to savor me over and over again. i felt complete as his slave.

Master acted like a teenage boy discovering the delight of fucking for the first time. Just like a boy dreaming of his lover, the mere thought of my altered body caused Master's shaft to engorge to pleasurable hardness, and glancing at me as i walked past drove him to the peak of desire. Cutting off my cock and balls had reinvigorated the pleasure that he no longer achieved from sex with me. i could now provide Master with something that he had not had in quite a while, a new experience.

Master hungered for me with an intensity that he had not felt in years. Even the horrible cock and ball torture that he had inflicted upon me in the months leading up to my nullification had not driven him to such heights of passion. It had excited him when he nailed my scrotum to a board for the first time, or when he crushed my balls in a vice, or when he took a razor and split my urethra down the shaft of my penis, but none of these things satisfied him as much as the simple sight of the unnatural smoothness of my butchered groin.

i think it surprised him the first time it happened, but even the sight of watching me fumble around when i pissed aroused Master. Unaccustomed as i was to urinating through the new slit in my crotch, i moved clumsily when i relived myself, even though i, of course, no longer tried go while standing, the way a man does. i sat on the bowl, but even then i would sometimes disgrace myself by aiming badly and squirting the foul stream onto my own thigh.

Master enjoyed this show. My pissing emphasized just how very much he had changed me. With my urethra now just a tiny slit between my legs, i had become neither man nor woman, and nothing made this more obvious than the sight of my trying to urinate.

To give himself the pleasure of watching the struggle i displayed when relieving myself, he would occasionally deny me the privilege of urinating during his workday. Then, as soon as he returned home at the end of the day, he could enjoy the performance of his neutered slut humiliating himself on the toilet.

About six weeks after my nullification, Master gave me such an order. He had started that day in an almost playful mood. Although he did not usually require me to live as his pet, he made me take my breakfast out of dog bowls set on the floor that morning. He said that now that he had neutered me like a dog, i should begin living as a dog. Knowing that this would probably lead to his fucking me like a dog, i eagerly obeyed.

The sight of my naked butt bobbing in the air as i lowered my face to eat from the bowls had the desired effect, and before long Master had plunged his long cock into my anus. He came explosively.

With him still inside of me and knowing that it would please him, i continued to act as his dog and lapped water from my dish. In a casual tone that made it seem like a spur of the moment decision, he told me not to drink too much because he wanted me to hold my piss until the end of the day.

If i had known his wish, i would have been careful not to take so much fluid with my breakfast, but by the time he delivered his command, i had already lapped up quite a bit in my effort to please him by behaving as his mutt. In anticipation of the long day ahead, a tiny sting began to burn in my groin.

After Master left, i busied myself with my chores through the morning, which kept me from thinking about my slowly growing need to urinate. As per Master's standing instructions, i spent the afternoon exercising in an attempt to keep my body toned and desirable to him.

As i stretched, and lifted, and rowed, each contraction of my abdomen, sent a little reminder of my growing need for relief. Moving hurt but, in a strange way, also gave me a sense of gratification. After six weeks with no sensation at all, It pleased me to feel anything down there, even pain. In a perverse way, i experienced the agony in my bladder as a vague shadow of the erotic stimulation that i could no longer savor. My mind not being used to the idea of living without a penis, the agony in my groin seem to be emanating from the shaft of a dick that was no longer there, the phantom pain gave the sensation of a dick full of burning urine.

My crotch ached in anticipation Master's return in a depraved echo of the way it had in the early days when he had first accepted me as his slave. Once again, my groin yearned for the release that would only come with his return. For a few moments, i felt almost normal, like a man waiting for his lover to arrive, although what Master would do to me would not be anything like love.

Soon, my man would be home, and he would want me. i would have to do nothing more to entice him than to humiliate myself by pissing before his eyes, while he leered at the deformities that i had accepted to please him.

While i exercised, i fantasized that after i finished my duty on the toilet, he would insult me for being such a pussy before taking me to the bedroom and shoving an enormous plug up my asshole. To accentuate his dominance over me, he would spank me while reminding me that only a total faggot would allow his cock to be sliced off. When he tired of beating on my butt, he would remove the plug and fuck the asshole of the worthless slut that i had become.

By the end of his workday, i found myself already dancing around the house like a little boy trying to ignore the growing pain in his bladder, the only difference being that i had nothing in front of me to grasp while i danced. Master did not, however, arrive home at his usual time.

i sat and waited patiently.

By the time he finally did come home, four hours later than usual, the pressure in my crotch had become nearly unbearable. Fearing that i would be unable to hold it, i spent the final hour before Master's return sitting in the bathtub with the stopper in place. That way, if my bladder did accidently release, i hoped that his rage at my disobedience would be tempered by the sight of his slave sitting is a pool of my own urine.

When i finally heard Master at the front door, i left the tub to greet him. i knew right away from his look and smell that he had gotten drunk after work, and bitter experience had taught me that drinking made him mean. i understood that he had spent the four lost hours partying with friends, and all the while he knew that i was at home suffering.

In spite of the extreme discomfort he could see on my face, Master insisted that i complete the ritual of submission that he had instituted years earlier for me to worship him on his return. i helped him to remove his clothing then moved behind him to rim his crack. As i knelt to position my mouth near his asshole, my stomach muscles contracted and squeezed the strained bladder within me. Excruciating cramps caused my abdomen to shudder.

A second before it happened, the realization that my bladder was about to release made me flush with terror. i feared Master's reaction to my disobedience but was unable to avoid it. With all of my determination, i clamped down with the muscles in my groin, but not in time. A small acrid squirt splashed onto the tile floor of the entrance to Master's home. Clenching to halt the release shot waves of agony through my body, but i could not despoil the tile floor with any more of my disgusting urine. i almost lost consciousness, but i managed to stop the flow.

Fearing his reaction, i tried to ignore my filthy indiscretion. i moved my face to his asshole, and we shared a a perfect kiss, my lips joined with the lips of his sphincter. i gently massaged his anus with my tongue.

As a few drops fell from me, i trembled in terror of Master's reaction to this misbehavior on my part. i had never disobeyed him is such a great way, both forgetting his order not to piss and befouling his home. Hoping for his mercy, i pushed the tip my tongue into the crack of his asshole.

Master surprised me. Instead of reacting with anger, he told me not to worry, it would not be a problem. He told me that i could lick up the piss later.

A few minutes of my mouth on his asshole satisfied him enough to give me the permission me to urinate. Eager for release, i dashed to the bathroom and mounted the toilet. i spread my legs widely and hunched forward to aim my unfamiliar pisshole at the bowl. The acrid stream of piss surged from my slit, the splash of the intense flow echoing loudly.

The joy of my release was tempered by a sight that drove me to the brink of despair. As Master entered the bathroom, i noticed that for the first time in quite a while, he approached me without an erection. Instead of finding the sight of my neutered body irresistibly alluring, his dick hung limply before him.

In a pathetic attempt to make myself more desirable, i spread my legs a little wider and shifted my weight backward on the seat to afford Master a better view of my vacant crotch. While still sitting, i raised my heels from the floor and held my feet on tiptoe to give my legs more of a long, lean look. i accentuated the availability of my moist mouth by slowly circling my tongue against my red lips. With the urine still flowing from me, i took the index finger of my right hand and suggestively stroked my empty groin.

With my body in this position, Master could fully appreciate the perversity that i had become to meet his needs. i no longer looked anything like the virile twenty-one year old that he had taken as his slave only three years earlier. Although the hormones that he gave to me kept my trim body, and exercise kept me in fine tone, i had lost even the slightest vestige of the overwhelming look of youthful confidence that i once displayed.

Under Master's direction, i shaved my body daily to keep my skin free of all body hair, and the long, flowing blond mane that once covered my head had been trimmed to short stubble.

Liking the idea of toying with my appearance, Master had instructed the doctor who neutered me to alter my nipples to give them a feminine impression. The underlying muscle of my chest he left alone. The idea of using implants to create supple tits that bounced when i moved did not appeal to Master. He wanted me to become a freak sculpted to meet his whims, not to be transformed into a woman. He simply had the doctor enlarge my nipples to the point that they would have looked absurdly out of proportion even on the breasts of a well-endowed woman. At Master's direction, the doctor fashioned thick nipples which jutted out almost an inch from the enlarged circles of red areolae that covered almost one-third of each breast.

Not wanting me to become female, Master choose a tiny piss slit for me instead of fashioning my genitals into a vagina. By doing this, he denied me even the tiny measure of humiliating sexual gratification that i could have achieved by being fucked from the front. He made me into a totally nonsexual thing, neither male nor female. All traces of my genitals had been fully erased from my body. Only the long, red scar remained.

i knew that my efforts to arouse Master while sitting on that toilet came across as more pathetic than erotic, but i had to try. i needed for him to desire me. i could not accept that my extreme act of submitting to nullification would only hold his interest for six weeks.

Fortunately, Master liked pathetic. My inept attempt to seduce him while trying not to piss myself with the unfamiliar configuration of my urethra served as a perfect demonstration of the depths to which i had fallen. The pitiful sight of his boy desperately gyrating on the seat of a toilet appealed to his most base desires. He delighted in having degraded me to this level. It pleased him to know that i endured this shame for no better reason than to please him.

As i suffered through this humiliation, he hardened.

Master approached me before i even stood from the toilet. He placed his now hard penis in front of my face for me to take into my mouth while the last few drops of urine trickled from my slit.

Being this close to his manhood, i could see the small lumps of crusted sperm that coated his shaft. Even before placing my lips on his cock, i could smell the odor of another Man's spit on Master's shaft. He had not merely gone for a few beers while i waited in agony. He had stopped to have another man suck his cock.

At that moment, i knew that the short period of perfection between him and me had ended. The realization that i had traded my cock and balls for only six weeks of his cruel attention came crashing down upon me. Even my most extreme act of debasement had already begun to bore him, and i had nothing more to offer.

i knew that his seeking pleasure from other boys would be only the beginning. For a while, he would continue to use me with regularity, but that would trail off with time.

Much too soon, he would again begin to pimp me to other men.

i opened my mouth and took his penis deep into my throat in one smooth motion, then i pulled back and sucked hard as i withdrew. The taste of the stranger who had pleasured Master permeated my mouth as i wiggled my tongue against the bottom of Master's shaft. Fearing the future, i tried to give Master the best blowjob of his life.