But it just so happened that I was standing next to a nine year old named Tobias and when he saw his name his eyes teared up. "It's just not fair," the little guy protested. "Why should I have to wait five more weeks when Josh gets done tonight?"

"Tobias if Josh is willing to trade places with you we can adjust the schedule," the guy who posted it said.

"Really?" Tobias said clearly thrilled that he might not have to wait five weeks for his date with the knife. "Josh please oh please will you trade places with me? I'll do anything I can to make it up to you," he begged. "You can have my dessert every night for the rest of the summer."

"Well if it means that much to you I guess so," I replied. "You can go first." I heaved a huge sigh of relief.

"Yippee," Tobias said as he jumped up and down unable to contain his glee, "I get to go first." What a strange little boy.

That night, after dinner, we had a special party for Tobias, "Toby" as he liked to be called. It was a "Last Night" party as in the last night as a boy. What a weird event! Although it was not required Toby attended naked so we could all see what he was about to loose. I could not help myself, I kept glancing down at it. Toby was equipped with a charming little uncut dick and plump round balls that he carried well. They were up close to his body not 'low hangers' and they made a delightful sight. I could not stop thinking that in only a few hours that delightful little 'boy package' would be floating in a jar of alcohol. They would make the trip back home packed in his duffel bag and yet Toby was as happy as could be in his funny little party hat. He held a nose makers in one hand and a big slice of his castration cake in the other.

And on top of all that everyone else was happy for him. I could understand that the nullos would be happy. After all with each new addition to their little club they became less of a minority. The became less freakish and their neutered state became a little bit more acceptable. But why would intact boys celebrate what was about to happen to one of their own? Didn't they know that their time was coming? Sure they did and they were looking forward to it. Was everyone in this nut house crazy? I wondered if they were all gay.

I asked one of the boys at the party if he liked girls and he said he loved them. "But you plan on having it cut off," I said in confusion. "If you love girls why not keep your dick and use it to make them happy?"

"It's because I want to make girls happy that I'm going to be neutered?" he said.

"What? But that makes no sense."

"It makes perfect sense," he said. "A dick gives a boy an unfair advantage over a girl. By having it cut off I'm just leveling the playing field. In my mind a dick is used for rape and a lot of other people see it that way as well. And balls just make a guy go crazy with lust. I never want that to happen to me. Nature created a huge imbalance between men and women and castration corrects that imbalance."

"Imbalance or not, you'll never be able to fuck," I said. "Doesn't that bother you?"

"You know what your problem is Josh" the boy said, "You think like a man. There is more to life then just dirty old sex. You don't need a dick and balls to love a woman and to please her. You can use your mouth, a finger or a dildo on her. That'll make her happy alright."

"But what if some guy comes along with a dick and your girlfriend likes his dick better than she likes your finger? What then?" I asked.

"Boy howdy Josh is your mind ever in the gutter. You need nullification more than any other boy I've ever met."

At 8:00 PM a nurse (female) appeared to collect Toby. The time had come to have his playing field leveled. There was also a big muscular black guy with the nurse just in case Toby had a change of heart. But the big guy wasn't needed. The last I saw of Toby that night he was wearing a grin and sporting a stiffy. I guess it was his last. All I could do was think; better him than me.

That night I had a weird sort of erotic nightmare. In it it was me and not Toby who was on the way to the castration table. When I woke up the first thing I did was reach down to see if it was still there. I was relieved to discover it was. But I knew that unless I found a way out I'd soon wake to a very different reality.

That night I went to see Toby after dinner. It had been almost 24 hours so I figured he'd be awake. I found him sitting up in bed still some what groggy from the medication. Taking a seat next to his bed I asked, "How you doing big guy? Do you feel all right?" I did not really know what else to say to a kid who had just had his balls cut off.

"Oh Josh it's you," he said sort of woozy like. "The stuff they gave me to make me sleep makes me feel all weird. When are they going to castrate me?"

"I'm pretty sure they all ready did," I answered.

Well that got his attention. Blinking away the sleep he asked with ever growing excitement, "Really? You mean I'm all finished? I'm a eunuch?"

"Yes," I said. "Congratulations you'll never suffer another kick to the balls."

"Cool," he said with a self satisfied smile and leaned back into his pillow resting his head on his inter weaved fingers. Toby was a happy camper indeed.

"Funny how it takes so little to please some people." I said.

At that point the nurse entered the room, "I see you are awake young man," she said to Toby. "And you have a visitor as well. I'm happy to say that the operation went great. You'll be back on your feet in only a few days but for the time being you'll have to rest. Now we need to and make sure that everything is clean and change you bandages. Shall I ask you friend to leave?"

"No," Toby said. "Don't make Josh go. I want him here."

"Very well," the nurse said as she pulled back the bed covers.

Toby was naked except for the well padded bandages covering his groin. He looked down and I knew he was as curious as I was. "Let Josh remove my bandage," Toby said to the nurse.

"Are you sure you want your friend to do that and not me? she asked.

"Yes," Toby said. "No offense but castration is a guy thing. I want a guy doing this."

The nurse agreed and Toby slowly spread his legs wide apart granting me access to his crotch. I took my place sitting on the edge of the bed and starting from his tummy I carefully pealed away the bandage that covered Toby's crotch. I could see Toby wince a bit as the medical tape pulled at his skin. I wanted to be as genital as possible after all the little guy had been through and I worked very slowly.

Finely I had the bandage free but I held it in place afraid to look under it. "Aren't you going to let me see?" Toby asked. I removed the bandage and dropped it in the trash. The three of us all look at Toby's newly empty crotch.

"I know it looks a bit messy now," the nurse said, "but that's normal. Trust me, it will soon heal and by the end of the summer it will be as smooth as a baby's butt. It will look like you never had anything there at all."

I wasn't so sure. Where Toby's dick and balls had hung just the previous night there was now only a neat little vertical line of black stitches. The flesh of his crotch was black and blue form bruising and it was swollen. Here and there there were small bits of dried blood. At the lowest point of the incision, just an inch so above Toby's anus, a thin plastic tube emerged from his body. This was Toby's new pee hole, he would never empty his bladder while standing again. I could not help but think that soon, much too soon, I'd look just like that.

"The tube will come out in a few days and after that you'll need to wear diapers for a week or so until we get you toilet trained as a eunuch," the nurse said.

"That's the first time anyone ever said the word eunuch and meant me," Toby said and he smiled a beautiful smile. The sight of his ruined crotch had not upset him.

"How dose it feel being a eunuch?" I asked.

"It feels great," Toby said. "I've wanted this since I was little. It feels like I've been set free. I don't have to carry around all that stuff down there. I never wanted it in the first place."

"I'm glad you are pleased young man," the nurse said as she produced a basin of warn soapy water and a sponge, "Now let's get you all cleaned up and dry and put a fresh bandage in place."

"Please don't call me young man anymore," the little eunuch said. "I'm not a man and I never will be and that's the way I want it. And let Josh clean me. I want him to be the first to touch me there."

I picked up the sponge and went to work. The skin was very tender indeed and so I worked very carefully as I cleaned away the dried blood and dried disinfectant. It would take weeks to fully heal but already it looked better. "I'm not hurting you am I Toby?" I asked.

"No Josh," he said, "You're not hurting me at all. In fact the water feels real good." Then he added, "Thank you Josh. Soon I'll be all healed and in just a few weeks I'll be doing this for you."

Not if I can help it, I thought.

(To be Continued).