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Interview with a Nullo
Member No.: 157
Joined: 11-January 10
(I found this linked in the Reddit for Cosbydaf's Normal Porn for Normal People. Feels like something right from the lips of a Savage Love submitter. It's funny how this can double as a horrifying creepypasta and just plain fetish fic.)
Mark is a 45-year old white male with a stocky build and a beard. His head is shaved. He responded to my ad to be interviewed for this article wearing only leather pants, leather boots and a leather vest. I could see that both of his nipples were pierced with large-gauge silver rings.
Questioner: I hope you wonít be offended if I ask you to prove to me that youíre a nullo. Just so that our readers will know that this isnít a fake.
Mark: Sure, no problem. (stands and unbuckles pants and drops them to his ankles, revealing a smooth, shaven crotch with only a thin scar to show where his genitals once were).
Q: Thank you. Thatís a remarkable sight.
(laughs and pulls pants back up). Most people think so.
Q: What made you decide to become a nullo?
(pauses). Well, it really wasnít entirely my decision.
Q: Excuse me?
The idea wasnít mine. It was my loverís idea.
Q: Please explain what you mean.
Okay, itís a long story. You have to understand my relationship with Scott before youíll know what happened.
Q: We have plenty of time. Please go on.
Both of us were into the leather lifestyle when we met through a personal ad. Scottís ad was very specific: he was looking for someone to completely dominate and modify to his pleasure. In other word, a slave.
The ad intrigued me. I had been in a number of B&D scenes and also some S&M, but I found them unsatisfying because they were all temporary. After the fun was over, everybody went on with life as usual.
I was looking for a complete life change. I wanted to meet someone who would be part of my life forever. Someone who would control me and change me at his whim.
Q: In other words, youíre a true masochist.
Oh yes, no doubt about that. Iíve always been totally passive in my sexual relationships.
Anyway, we met and there was instant chemistry. Scott is a few years older than me and very good looking. Our personalities meshed totally. Heís very dominant.
I went back to his place after drinks and had the best sex of my life. Thatís when I knew I was going to be with Scott for a long, long time.
Q: What sort of things did you two do?
It was very heavy right away. He restrained me and whipped me for quite awhile. He put clamps on my nipples and a ball gag in my mouth. And he hung a ball bag on my sack with some very heavy weights. That bag really bounced around when Scott fucked me from behind.
(laughs) Yeah, no kidding. At first I didnít think I could take the pain, but Scott worked me through it and after awhile I was flying. I was sorry when it was over.
Scott enjoyed it as much as I did. Afterwards he talked about what kind of a commitment Iíd have to make if I wanted to stay with him.
Q: What did he say exactly?
Well, besides agreeing to be his slave in every way, Iíd have to be ready to be modified. To have my body modified.
Q: Did he explain what he meant by that?
Not specifically, but I got the general idea. I guessed that something like castration might be part of it.
Q: How did that make you feel?
(laughs) I think it would make any guy a little hesitant.
Q: But it didnít stop you from agreeing to Scottís terms?
No it didnít. I was totally hooked on this man. I knew that I was willing to pay any price to be with him.
Anyway, a few days later I moved in with Scott. He gave me the rules right away: Iíd have to be naked at all times while we were indoors, except for a leather dog collar that I could never take off. I had to keep my head shaved. And I had to wear a butt plug except when I needed to take a shit or when we were having sex.
I had to sleep on the floor next to his bed. I ate all my food on the floor, too.
The next day he took me to a piercing parlor where he had my nipples done, and a Prince Albert put into the head of my cock.
Q: Heavy stuff.
Yeah, and it got heavier. He used me as a toilet, pissing in my mouth. I had to lick his asshole clean after he took a shit, too. It was all part of a process to break down any sense of individuality I had. After awhile, I wouldnít hesitate to do anything he asked.
Q: Did the sex get rougher?
Oh God, yeah. He started fisting me every time we had sex. But he really started concentrating on my cock and balls, working them over for hours at a time.
He put pins into the head of my cock and into my sack. He attached clothespins up and down my cock and around my sack. The pain was pretty bad. He had to gag me to keep me from screaming.
Q: When did the idea of nullification come up?
Well, it wasnít nullification at first. He started talking about how I needed to make a greater commitment to him, to do something to show that I was dedicated to him for life.
When I asked him what he meant, he said that he wanted to take my balls.
Q: How did you respond?
Not very well at first. I told him that I liked being a man and didnít want to become a eunuch. But he kept at me, and wore me down. He reminded me that I agreed to be modified according to his wishes, and this is what he wanted for me. Anything less would show that I wasnít really committed to the relationship. And besides, I was a total bottom and didnít really need my balls.
It took about a week before I agreed to be castrated. But I wasnít happy about it, believe me.
Q: How did he castrate you?
Scott had a friend who was into the eunuch scene. One night he came over with his bag of toys, and Scott told me that this was it. I was gonna lose my nuts then and there.
Q: Did you think of resisting?
I did for a minute, but deep down I knew there was no way. I just didnít want to lose Scott. Iíd rather lose my balls.
Scottís friend restrained me on the living room floor while Scott videotaped us. He used an elastrator to put a band around my sack.
Q: That must have really hurt.
Hell yeah. Itís liked getting kicked in the balls over and over again. I screamed for him to cut the band off, but he just kept on going, putting more bands on me. I had four bands around my sack when he finished.
I was rolling around on the floor screaming, while Scott just videotaped me. Eventually, my sack got numb and the pain subsided. I looked between my legs and could see my sack was a dark purple. I knew my balls were dying inside.
Scott and his friend left the room and turned out the light. I lay there for hours, crying because I was turning into a eunuch and there wasnít anything I could do about it.
Q: What happened then?
Eventually I fell asleep from exhaustion. Then the light switched on and I could see Scottís friend kneeling between my legs, touching my sack. I heard him tell Scott that my balls were dead.
Q: How did Scott react?
Very pleased. He bent down and felt around my sack. He said that it felt cold.
Scottís friend told me that I needed to keep the bands on. He said that eventually my balls and sack would dry up and fall off. I just nodded. What else could I do at that point?
Q: Did it happen just like Scottís friend said?
Yeah, a week or so later my package just fell off. Scott put it in a jar of alcohol to preserve it. Itís on the table next to his bed.
Q: How did things go after that?
Scott was really loving to me. He kept saying how proud he was of me, how grateful that I had made the commitment to him. He even let me sleep in his bed.
Q: What about the sex?
We waited awhile after my castration, and then took it easy until I was completely healed. At first I was able to get hard, but as the weeks went by my erections began to disappear.
That pleased Scott. He liked fucking me and feeling my limp cock. It made his dominance over me even greater.
Q: When did he start talking about making you a nullo?
A couple of months after he took my nuts. Our sex had gotten to be just as rough as before the castration. He really got off on torturing my cock. Then he started saying stuff like, ďWhy do you even need this anymore?Ē
That freaked me out. I always thought that he might someday take my balls, but I never imagined that heíd go all the way. I told him that I wanted to keep my dick.
Q: How did he react to that?
At first he didnít say much. But he kept pushing. Scott said I would look so nice being smooth between my legs. He said my dick was small and never got hard anymore, so what was the point of having it.
But I still resisted. I wanted to keep my cock. I felt like I wouldnít be a man anymore without it.
Q: So how did he get you to agree?
He didnít. He took it against my will.
Q: How did that happen?
We were having sex in the basement, and I was tied up and bent over this wooden bench as he fucked me. Then I heard the doorbell ring. Scott answered it, and he brought this guy into the room.
At first I couldnít see anything because of the way I was tied. But then I felt these hands lift me up and put me on my back. And I could see it was Steveís friend, the guy who took my nuts.
Q: How did you react?
I started screaming and crying, but the guy just gagged me. The two of them dragged me to the other side of the room where they tied me spread eagled on the floor.
Steveís friend snaked a catheter up my dick, and gave me a shot to numb my crotch. I was grateful for that, at least. I remember how bad it hurt to lose my balls.
Q: What was Steve doing at this time?
He was kneeling next to me talking quietly. He said Iíd be happy that they were doing this. That it would make our relationship better. That kind of calmed me down. I thought, ďWell, maybe it wonít be so bad.Ē
Q: How long did the penectomy take?
It took awhile. Some of the penis is inside the body, so he had to dig inside to get all of it. There was a lot of stitching up and stuff. He put my cock in the same jar with my balls. You can even see the Prince Albert sticking out of the head.
Then they made me a new pisshole. Itís between my asshole and where my sack used to be. So now I have to squat to piss.
Q: What has life been like since you were nullified?
After I got over the surgery and my anger, things got better. When I healed up, I began to like my smooth look. Steve brought friends over and they all admired it, saying how pretty I looked. It made me feel good that Steve was proud of me.
Q: Do you have any sexual feeling anymore?
Yes, my prostate still responds when Steve fucks me or uses the buttplug. And my nipples are quite sensitive. If Steve plays with them while fucking me, I have a kind of orgasm. Itís hard to describe, but itís definitely an orgasm.
Sometimes Steve says heís gonna have my prostate and nipples removed, but heís just kidding around. Heís happy with what heís done to me.
Q: So are you glad Steve had you nullified?
Well, I wouldnít say Iím glad. If I could, Iíd like to have my cock and balls back. But I know that Iím a nullo forever. So Iím making the best of it.
Steve and I are very happy. I know that heíll take care of me and weíll be together always. I guess losing my manhood was worth it to make that happen for us.