Mr. Jackson, who ran the place stood up to speak. "Boys welcome to Camp Little Tomahawk," he said. "We have a really great summer planed for you with canoeing, Archery, camping, crafts and all sorts of fun activities. It's my hope that you will form friendships this summer that will last a lifetime. Now without further ado I will turn you over to Dr. Rosenberg who you all know as Jerry. Jerry has some very important information for everyone here."

I knew Jerry pretty well. He was a psychiatrist (Jerry the shrink, I called him, but not to his face). In order to get into camp with my friends I had to have a session with him. I know that sounds strange, talking to a shrink to get to go to camp, so please let me explain. Little Tomahawk is not just any summer camp, not by a long shot. It bills itself as, how did they put it, "Promoting positive body image and acceptance for special needs boys," and so I had to pretend to be special needs.

12 year old Peter, who was seated to my right, was "special needs". He had lost his penis while being circumcised. Peter was dealing with the loss pretty well, all things considered, but he was not looking forward to showering with boys at the Jr. high this coming fall.

11 year old Jason, who was on my left, was (like me) a complete boy. Jason's "special need" was that he wanted to be a eunuch. I know that sounds as creepy as all get up, but besides from wanting to be cut, Jason was a great kid. I was hoping that, given time, he would outgrow his castration fixation. As far as I was concerned Jason was just a bit mixed up and going thought a phase. His dad was a eunuch and was happy about it. I figured that would confuse any boy.

So where dose that leave me? I'm a boy with no desire to be cut but I wanted to join my friends at camp. If that meant attending some lectures on how we should all except each other even though we might be different so be it. I could live with that.

But back to Jerry the shrink. In the fire light he was telling us. "At this point it should come as no surprise that some of the campers gathered around this fire have suffered mishaps, or birth defects, and as a result might not look like other boys. Some of you do not have the same sexual abilities as other boys. This is tragic as other boys your age can be quite cruel. In our society growing up with anything less than fully functional genitals can be difficult. Young eunuchs can feel very lonely and isolated. Some young eunuchs have been treated as freaks. Some have been rejected by their friends. What's worse, some have come to think of themselves as freaks who don't really belong anywhere. But almost half the boys here tonight are either eunuchs or are minus their penis'. So guess what, you don't have to feel alone. Everyone of us is here to offer friendship and support. At Camp Little Tomahawk you can swim, shower and even go nude without shame or embarrassment of any sort."

That sounded good to me. I was told that, after the first week, nudity would be required of all campers. I couldn't wait to see who had what and, who didn't have what. Just the thought of spending time with so many young naked eunuchs made me hard.

Jerry continued. "Others of you are complete boys but wish to be eunuchs." That was true as well. To get excepted to camp I had to say that I wanted to be a eunuch. I was pretty nervous about lying like that but Jason (and his eunuch dad) coached me well. Then I sat down for a session with Jerry and fed him a bunch of crap about how I didn't like having boy parts and how I wanted them all gone.

It was pretty funny really. I could see that Jerry really did believe the lies I was telling him about how I wanted to be nullified. Heck, by the end of the session I almost started to believe it myself, I was that good. Before leaving his office Jerry even asked me to sign some papers saying that what I had told him was true. I signed without batting an eye. I smiled as I remembered how completely I had fooled him.

"Boys who want to be eunuchs face challenges every bit as sever as eunuchs who wish they were boys," Jerry said. "Many of these boys have been taken to mental health professionals who try to 'cure' them their 'sickness'. That is to say that young boys are told to be happy as boys even though they know they can never be. How many of you think that that is what you will hear at Little Tomahawk?"

I raised my hand and a lot of other hands went up as well. Of course Jerry was going to try to cure us. In my case I didn't think it would be too difficult. By the end of the summer I'd say that-at last-I realized the error of my way and I really wanted to be a boy after all. Everyone would go home happy, all thanks to Camp Little Tomahawk. I was surprised, but not overly alarmed to hear Jerry say, "If you haven't heard this before, let me be the first to tell you, there is nothing wrong with being a eunuch. And there is nothing wrong with wanting to be a eunuch."

Well the guy was open minded, I'll give him that. But what came next made my dick shrink and by balls pull up in moral terror. "I can tell you now that all the papers have been signed and all the arrangements made. It's a done deal. Those of you who have told me you want your dicks removed will have them cut off. not even a stump will remain. Those who have told me you want to be castrated will be neutered and your sacks removed. And those who have told me that you want to be nullified will leave this camp as full nullos."

As soon as Jerry said this the place went wild. Almost all the kids were screaming with delight. Jason was jumping up and down. His dream of being a nullo was coming true. It took what seemed like half an hour for them to settle down and even so a few of them were weeping tears of joy. At this point I stood up. All at once, 60 pairs of eyes were on me. "I've changed my mind," I said. "I don't really want to be sexually nullified. I just want to go home." No one said a word. The only sound to be heard was the crackling of the fire and the wind in the tree branches above us.

Then another kid stood up, and trying to keep himself from sobbing, said, "Me too! I don't really want to be cut." Boy was I ever glad! With two of us they'd have to let us go.

Jerry the shrink just smiled his good natured smile as if to say that he knew what was best for us even if we didn't know ourselves. For some strange reason my dick was making a tent in my shorts and I guess he noticed. He said, "Josh, Lukas, every summer I see a few boys like you two. Cold feet is expected in some cases but, trust me, you'll get over it. If I were to let you leave this camp as intact males you would regret it for the rest of you lives. You are to be nullified, that's what you need."

"I lied," I said in desperation. The smoke from the campfire blew into my face and I covered my eyes with my hands. "I never wanted to be castrated. I just said I did to go to camp."

"Josh, you signed papers saying you wanted to be a nullo," Jerry reminded me.

"Give me those papers and all burn them right here in this campfire for all to see." I pleated and then more forcefully I added, "There is no way in hell anyone is going to cut my balls off! Don't even try it!"

"Calm down Josh," Jerry said. "This is a happy occasion for your fellow campers. Let's not ruin it for them. The fact is if you didn't want to be castrated you wouldn't be here now. If you have changed your mind, well I'm sorry, but it's too late for that now. Like it or not I'm going to cut off everything that makes you a boy. You'll just have to learn to live with it. You might not want it now but someday you'll thank me for castrating you."

(To be Continued)