I liked my gentials but the idea of being cut did something for mw. I guess you could say that I liked having a boy's cock and a boy's balls but I didn't want to watch as they grew into something fat, harry, ugly anf gross. I didn't want to have a man's genitals. Now that I was 12 I could legally have myself cut without my parents consent or knowledge. That was a good thing because I knew that never in a million years would they let me be castrated no matter how much I wanted it.

Still I wondered if perhaps my castration obsession wasn't just a passing erotic fantasy that I might someday out grow. How would I feel if I woke up one morning to find that there really was nothing between my legs? Let's face it, nullification is a very big step and a very scary one as well. The thought of going under the knife was scary enough and there was a lot more to it then just that. After being nutered what would the other kids think once they found out? Sooner or later they would find out, something like that you can't hide forever. Would they make fun of me? Would I regrett having it done? No matter how you look at it there is something deeply embarrassing about being gelded. There were so many questions and the biggest one of all was; why did I want it so bad?

Thank goodness I had a friend who shared my interest and my desire. I would have never have had the guts to seriously consider castration on my own. Rollo wanted to be gelded just as badly as I did but I knew that he was afraid as well. I don't think that either one of us would have had the balls to go it alone. I had told my folks that I was going to spend the night and the following day at Rollo's place and he had told his parents that he was spending the night with me. That would give us 24 hours to disappear so that we could make contact with a cutter and decide if we really wanted to have it done.

By the time Rollo and I met on a prearranged street corner the sky was starting to get dark. I had butterflies the size of seagulls in my tummy and my knees felt so weak I wondered if I would be able to walk more then a block. But even so my dick was as hard as a rock. The idea of meeting a person who might actually castrate us turned me on like nothing else. Rollo took one look at me and said, "Nate are you going to be able to go through with this?"

"I don't know," I replied. "Rollo what the heck are we doing ? Are we really going to let some lady take our boyhood? It's crazy! Maybe we should wait six months or a year to make sure we still feel the same way then."

"It's now or never," Rollo said. "I don't know about you but I've noticed that my balls are starting to grow and yesterday I found my first hair down there. In another six months my dick might start shooting. You know what they say about that. They say that shooting is addictive, once you start you'll never be able to give it up. You'll never be able to let anyone take that from you. We can't wait much longer. Soon it will be too late" I knew Rollo was right but I could see that he was as scared as I was. He needed me with him. I was his friend, I had to help.

"Look Nate, if you'd like we'll only talk with the cutter," Rollo said. "We can back out at any time before she starts to make the first cut. That's our right. It's the law."

I knew Rollo was right. There was no danger in just talking. I could back out at anytime and so could he. "Okay," I said. "We'll just talk with the cutter and if we want we can come back next week to have the job done. Let's not have it done tonight."

We walked to a near by park and saw that the motor home of the cutter was parked there. It was a big new fancy thing. I wondered how the mistress could aford it. Where was the money coming from? We walked to the door but as it turned out neither one of us had the balls to knock. I was about ready to turn and run when the door opened of it's own accord. We were both surprised to see that it had been opened by a boy a bit smaller than we were.

The kid had long curly dark hair, blue eyes and was very pretty. He was wearing nothing but a bath robe as if he had just finshed as shower. Rollo and I were too stunned to speak but not the boy. He smilled sweetly and said, "You must be Nate and Rollo. I'm so happy you came. Lots of kids we hear from checken out at the last moment and we never see them. My name is Nicky. Won't you please come in?"

Rollo was the first to recover his witts, "Where is the cutter?" he asked.

"The mistress is not here," Nicky replied. "She sent me to meet you. She told me that I was to take extra good care of you and make you feel at home. I have ordered pizza and coke. Won't you please come in?"

"Why would the mistress send you, a little boy, to meat us?" Rollo demaded. "It doesn't make sense."

"I'm not a little boy," Nicky said and the little guy smiled proudly.

"You don't mean to say that you're a..." I started to ask but I couldn't finish the sentance.

"It's okay Nate," Nicky replied. "You can say it. I'm a nullo. There is nothing wrong with that. I like being a nullo. I like it better than being a boy and I don't care who knows."

Neither Rollo or I had ever met a real nullo before and I'm sure Nicky knew that. "Let's be friends," he said. "Why don't you come in and I'll answer all your questions. Don't worry, I don't bite."

Rollo and I entered the motor home and standing on level ground I noticed that Nicky was even smaller than I first thought. He couldn't have been more than ten or eleven years old. "Please sit and make yourselves comfortable," he said.

"Nicky are you really a nullo or are you just pulling our legs?" I blurted out. Nicky just gave be a coy little smile and then turned away from Rollo and me. He then let his robe fall from his shoulders and drop to the floor. He was completely naked and I marveled at his cute little well rounded butt. He was so beautiful that I wanted to touch him. I wanted to hold the little guy and take care of him. He placed his hands on his hips and like a lady doing a striptease he turned his head and looking at us over his shoulder, he gave us a sexy little smile and winked. My heart was pounding like a hammer in my chest and my dick was harder than it had ever been before. Slowly Nicky turned to face us. We both gasped when we saw his crotch; it was empty. Nicky was indeed a full eunuch. He was completely smooth between his legs. But he was beautiful and although he had no sex he was very sexy. He wasn't male or female but even so he looked so fine. Rollo and I couldn't take our eyes off him

I would have thought that for any nullo standing before two fully clothed boys for their inspection would have been humiliating and degrading but Nicky seemed quite proud of what had been done to him and he carried it well. He knew the effect he was having on us and he enjoyed it.

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"Yes," Nicky replied. "But not too bad and not for very long. Would you like a closer look? Would you like to touch it?" he asked as he stepped closer. Needless to say I couldn't resist. I examined the smooth perfect skin where Nicky's dick and balls had once hung. I ran my fingers over the area and I could see that Nicky was enjoying it as much as I was. Nicky giggled and said, "That feels good. I like it when you do that!" Nicky then took my right hand and he kissed it. He then produced a small ink pad and placed ink on my right hand thumb. It seemed an odd thing to do but I didn't resist. It was only ink. He did the same thing to Rollo.

"What was that for?" I asked

"Nate," Nicky replied. "I can see that although you and Rollo are excited about castration you are also very afraid of it. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make it easier for you to give up your boyhood. You might well be too frightened to sign your names on the castration consent forms and so this will make it easy. All you need do is place your thumb prints on the lower right hand corner of these forms and everything is as legal as can be. It's that simple. Who's first?" the little naked eunuch said as he produced two sets of contracts. One had my name on it and the other had Rollo's

"Rollo looked at them and said, "But Nicky, these aren't castration consent forms. These are slave contracts! Our thumb prints would make us into slaves!"

"Really?" Nicky asked as he looked at the forms. "Well how about that! Rollo you are right. Clearly there has been some sort of mix up. But I don't see how it really makes any difference at all. As slaves the mistress will have every right to castrate you and Nate. Afterwards she can set you free again. So you see, the outcome is the same either way."

"But if she desided not to free us Nate and I will have no legal recourse and neather would our families," Rollo said. "The mistress would own us and there wouldn't be a thing we could do about that!"

"Well I guess you are right about that Rollo," Nicky admitted and then he gave us a wicked grin, "But that makes castration even more exciting. Imagine the thrill of being castrated as a slave! That's sort of sexy, don't you think?" Nicky said.

At this point I decided it was time to get out and Rollo felt the same. I didn't want to be anyones slave. Nicky, for all his beauty, was a bit too much for me. I tried to get up but my legs felt as if they had turned to noodles. They didn't have the strength to carry me. My arms were to weak for me to lift! Rollo was having the same problem. "What have you don't to us Nicky?" he asked. "We can't stand!"

"Oh I guess I must have forgotten to tell you," Nicky said innocently. "There was a powerful muscle relaxant mixed into the ink I put on your thumbs and it was absorbed through your skin. You are now quite helpless but not to worry. It will wear off in less than half an hour and by that time I'll have the two of you stripped and harnessed. I guess you might be just a little bit mad at me for playing this trick on you but in a few weeks we'll all have a good laugh over it and you'll thank me, really you will."

"Nicky you monster!" Rollo yelled.

"Ouch!" Nicky said, "Rollo I'll have you know that I have feeling too. Sure you are upset but I see no reason for name calling! Now if you don't mind I'll need your thumb prints."

I tried to resist. I tried to pull my hand away but the drug the little nullo had given me made me too weak and clumsy to fend him off. The eunuch said, "Nate please don't fight it. It's really want you want. You'll understand after you've been castrated. He then got my thumb print on the contract. I was a slave. I was owned by the mistrees; who ever she was. Nicky then did the same thing to Rollo who was by now crying. Nicky gently whipped his tears away and kissed him.

About this time a tall, handsome and athletic looking young man of about 25 entered the motor home. Nicky made no effort to hide his nudity. It didn't seem to embarass him at all. Instead he told the young man, "Johnny place the boys on the bed and then strip them. Then place them in their slave harnesses. Be quick about it as the drug I have given them will soon wear off. But be very gental as well. Nate and Rollo are my friends. If you harm them you will be punished.

"After what you have just done to us you consider us you friends?" I asked Nicky.

"Nate we are almost brothers," the little naked eunuch replied. "You are now the property of the mistress and the mistress is my mother."

(To be continued)