Part 1: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/107v9qu/phantom_phallus_part_1_penectomy_castration/) Part 2: currently viewing Part 3: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10at5np/phantom_phallus_part_3_penectomy_castration/) Part 4: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10e8u1o/phantom_phallus_part_4_penectomy_castration/) Part 5: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10f8vy6/phantom_phallus_part_5_penectomy_castration/) Part 6 (FINALE): [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10hrs5y/phantom_phallus_part_6_finale_penectomy/) Alex and Trina's Fate: coming soon! \------------------- *Phantom limb syndrome is a condition in which patients experience sensations, whether painful or otherwise, in a limb that does not exist. It has been reported to occur in 80-100% of amputees, and typically has a chronic course, often resistant to treatment. But what happens when witchcraft, an over-eager 18-year-old boy, and a sexy crush get involved?* ​ ​ *Trophy.* The word played on repeat in Justin’s head as he laid in bed that night. *Trophy*. He was Celeste’s *trophy.* Well, part of him was. The most important part of him. Not his heart, no - his *dick*. His fucking dick. Everything seemed to happen so fast. One minute, he was a freshman crushing on a fellow classmate. The next, he was a sophomore watching her tits bounce during a presentation. Then a junior, staring at her pert little ass in gym. And now he was a senior, who not two hours ago had been on her bed with her in his lap, making out with her the way he’d always dreamed he would. Her lips had been so soft and delicious, but had it been worth it, now that he was left as nothing more than a dickless freak? A little bit of rage sparked inside him for a moment as he thought of his best friend. Trina was the one who fucking *cursed* him. If she hadn’t cast that damn spell, none of this would’ve ever happened. He’d still have his dick and balls. But then, he realized as he settled down, he’d been the one to ask for it in the first place. He was the only one to blame here. Stiffly, he hooked one thumb into the waistband of his pajama pants and looked down. There was no blood. No scar or mark of any kind. He simply *didn’t have a dick*, left completely smooth by the spell except for the nest of curly dark hair that had once wrapped around the base of his shaft. With a sigh, he turned over and eventually fell into a fitful sleep. His dreams were scary, yet somehow pleasurable, the images and thoughts flitting back and forth between all the things he could’ve done with Celeste if he hadn’t creamed himself, and what she would do now that his dick was strung around her neck like any old silly little charm. *What exactly* is *she gonna do with it?* *Making out with her was so fucking hot. Her waist fit perfectly in my hands…* *She could do so much with it. Is she gonna hurt it? Shit, I can’t even feel it anymore.* *Her pussy probably tastes so damn good.* *Maybe she’s gonna take it to school and make fun of me. Brag about how she castrated me.* He woke up in a cold sweat more than once, with what he could only ever describe as a phantom boner. He would’ve been hard if it were still there. The three-day weekend after presentation week went by in a blur of depression and confusion. He didn’t even talk to Trina, despite her relentless texts and calls. He ignored each and every little *ding* on his phone, stuck in a haze of uncertainty about what to do with the barren plain between his thighs. FInally, early Tuesday morning, Trina showed up to his house. She used her key, apparently greeted his mother, and woke him up by shoving him roughly off the bed. He groaned as he sat up from the floor, rubbing his eyes. “What do you want?” he mumbled. Trina rolled her eyes. “Dude, you’re supposed to be at school right now. This isn’t you - what’s going on?” “You’re supposed to be at school, too,” he grumbled. “Took the day off.” “Why?” “To deal with *your* stupid ass, dude, what’s been up with - ew, Justin, fuck!” Trina stopped and shielded her eyes as Justin suddenly tugged his pajama pants down. “I don’t wanna see your dick, what the fuck?!” “Just look,” Justin said grimly. “Why would I - oh, my God.” Her curiosity got the best of her, and she choked on her last words as she looked down with wide eyes, stunned by his complete lack of any genitalia. “I… um… uh - how, exactly?” “*It was your stupid spell*!” Justin spat, tugging his pants back up and throwing one of his pillows across the room angrily. He sat down on the bed and sobbed once, his head in his hands. When he spoke, his throat felt tight: “It was your stupid spell. The potion. The one *my* dumb ass chose to drink. God, I’m such a fucking idiot, I -” “Hey, hey now, easy,” Trina murmured, sitting next to him and pulling him into a hug. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know the spell would do this.” “It’s not your fault.” “What the hell even happened? You said you were doing well.” “I was,” Justin sighed as he stood up and sauntered over to his window, leaning his head against the glass with his hands in his pockets. “But at her house… she left the room and came back in fucking *lingerie*, and we started kissing, and she was grinding on me…” He looked at Trina forlornly. “It was all so built up and then the next thing I knew…” Slowly, sadly, he explained what he had been through. The way it had just fallen clean off, and how Celeste had grabbed it and run off with it. The way it looked hanging around her neck, and how she’d sent him home with a kiss on the cheek like nothing had happened. Trina shook her head sadly when he was done. “God, Justin, I’m sorry… I didn’t know the consequences would be that bad.” “It’s not your fault,” he repeated softly, sitting down next to her again. “You couldn’t have known. The book didn’t say.” “*The book!*” Trina’s excited exclamation startled him more than her jumping up from the bed and hurrying to the corner where she’d tossed her book bag. She dug through it frantically, talking faster than he thought his ears were capable of keeping up with. “It has a whole chapter on sex! Sexual wellness or something. There might be something in there to help you! Maybe we can get it back or get you a new one or something but either way I can still help you!” She sat down and tucked the book into her lap, flipping through the pages eagerly. A minute passed, and just as the sudden spark of hope Justin had began to fade, she stopped and pointed at one page in particular. “Here! This is the closest thing I can find - look!” She shoved the book towards him. *Restoration of Feeling After Dismemberment* *This spell can be used for both good and dark magic.* *Dark magic users may choose to use this against people they strongly dislike who happen to be amputees, for one reason or another. Perhaps the victim is a combat veteran who still ignites feelings of anger in a Korean or Vietnamese witch. Perhaps this person was dismembered by the witch themselves. A dark practitioner may choose to use this spell to make their victims feel the pain still tied to their lost limb, despite the nerves themselves being separated from the body.* *A light magic practitioner, however, may choose to use this spell for good. With the example of a war veteran, a young witch could use this to ease her grandfather’s battle-induced PTSD after losing one of his limbs. When using this spell for light work, make sure you know where the lost ligament is and what is being done with it - you don’t want to inflict unnecessary and unwanted pain for the victim.* “You think it’ll work for my dick?” Justin breathed. Trina nodded, still focused on the book. “It says all you have to do is visualize the specific body part you wanna feel while I do this chant over these items, that’s so easy!” “I can’t just have my dick back?” Trina ignored him, instead digging in her bag for the spell materials. “Come on, let’s do this!” ​ As detailed by the book, the spell took five days to take effect. Justin was so worried that he was stuck with a constant pit in his stomach. He didn’t know what Celeste had planned to do with his severed dick and balls. What if she was going to hurt him? He didn’t want to feel some sort of ghost-pain *on top of* not having a dick. He felt like a fucking Ken doll, and now all he could think of was what Celeste had in store for him, if anything at all. He hadn’t even spoken to her since the incident. Fuck it, at least he could do this week’s schoolwork with no issues. Usually he’d be finding as many ways as possible to tuck away his boners, but the only upside to the incident with Celeste seemed to be that he didn’t have to worry about those anymore. With every passing day, however, he grew more and more anxious. He tried to relieve his anxiety with all sorts of little hacks he’d found online, but none of it worked. His dreams had been getting stranger and stranger, and his waking hours were becoming more and more full of thoughts about Celeste rather than his schoolwork and daily life. Somehow, he was still infatuated with her. He didn’t hate her for what she did, but rather, he was scared of what she could do. And hell, if he was truly honest with himself, part of him wasn’t even scared - it was turned on. He hated to admit it, but yes, a small part of him was curious to the point of arousal over what she was going to do with his severed cock. Especially now that he would be able to feel it. The closer it came to the day the spell would take effect, the more *real* it felt. He had no dick. Celeste had his dick on a fucking necklace. Hell, she was probably home right now, admiring how it looked as it hung between her perfect tits. Justin laid on his side, staring at his bedside clock. 11:55 He wondered if it would take effect immediately, or be more gradual, like a limp “waking up” after sitting on it for too long. 11:56 God forbid she was doing something terribly painful with his poor manhood. 11:57 Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she’d actually do something good. 11:58 *I’d rather just have it back, but I don’t think that’s possible.* 11:59 This would have to suffice for now. Maybe forever. Fuck, *that* thought made his stomach tighten a little. 12:00 He turned over onto his back and sighed, waiting. He was completely hyperaware right now, and his room felt uncomfortably quiet and still. He held his breath, closed his eyes - and gasped, sitting up quickly as he felt something. It was right in the place where his dick should’ve been, different from phantom limb syndrome. It was stronger, more realistic. Hell, it felt like he had his cock back, like it had been reattached. He was sure he could reach down now and grab a handful of his own balls, and the knowledge that he couldn’t do that was fucking with his brain. His cock was… lying down? Yes, it felt like it was resting on something, something soft and warm… oh fuck. It was between Celeste’s tits. Pleasure suddenly flooded his body at the realization, a thrill that shook him from head to toe. Before he knew it, static splintered throughout his body as he came. It was all he could focus on for a moment, not caring how quickly and suddenly it had happened, not caring where his load ended up. He was simply bathing in the joy of regaining feeling in his cock, and the ecstasy of an unhindered orgasm. Then, as he laid in bed and let the shockwaves subside, he started to wonder if his dick had responded to the climax as well - was the recovered sense of feeling only in his own body, or was it a two-way street? *Oh fuck, did I cum on Celeste?* This thought, and the worries that came with it, played on repeat until he finally fell asleep. ​ The next day went by uneventfully, except that Justin texted his best friend to tell her that the spell had worked, and to thank her a million times over. He purposely neglected to mention the impromptu orgasm - was embarrassing, and therefore unnecessary. Monday arrived, and in the morning Justin found himself squirming as he opened his eyes from a groggy slumber. Something was happening to his dick. It was being held and caressed and then - placed somewhere. Somewhere rough but not painful, as if Celeste was trying to be careful with it. *Weird.* Justin trudged through the long and boring day with nothing on his mind except for his dick. It was *literally* in Celeste’s hands, and he was still uncertain about her plan for him, if she had any. The bell rang to signal students to move to their final class of the day, and Justin felt dread start to worm its way into his belly as he thought about the class. No assignments, no projects, no presentations, but *Celeste was there*. Seeing her after avoiding her for this long - and possibly cumming on her tits and face without even being there - was going to be interesting at best, and *devastating* at worst. But he had no choice. The teacher was already droning on, two minutes before class was even supposed to start. Something about how they wouldn’t be using real chemicals for a while, but would be doing a digital simulation, and how they’d need to wear their lab coats when they did this in real life. Fuck, why did such a hard class have to be so damn boring? Boring classes were so much harder to pay attention to, and Justin already had to Google answers sometimes just to - He suddenly gasped softly and gripped the edges of his desk as he felt his cock being stroked. First the tip of a soft finger, then a whole hand wrapped around it, as if he was being jerked off right here in the middle of class. A thought came to mind, but he pushed it away - there was no way it was true. There was no way Celeste had brought it to *school*, right? Doubt made him turn around momentarily, and his heart skipped a beat as he realized she was watching him. Her backpack was in her lap and her hand was buried inside. He must be right; *she was* *jerking him off*. Too soon for his liking, she stopped and put her bag down, leaving him wanting more. Fuck, he’d give anything for her to touch it again. He was delirious with pleasure already, barely paying attention to the lesson, and he suddenly didn’t care about not having a dick attached to his body. Fuck it, he still had his dick. It was just in separate hands. Soft, delicate, skilled hands that he’d been dreaming about touching him since the very beginning. The teacher continued to ramble about chemistry, to the point where Justin almost fell asleep. His ecstasy had faded and Celeste hadn’t touched him for a while, since the beginning of class. Still, the only thing keeping him awake was the anticipation for the next touch. When would it happen? Hell, *would it* happen again? He jumped as he heard Celeste’s voice call the teacher’s name, who turned around from writing on the board and sighed at his student’s raised hand. “Yes, Miss Birch?” “Can I go to the bathroom?” “Is it an emergency?” Celeste giggled. “Yes. It’s, um… a *lady* emergency.” She pulled a smaller purse out of her backpack, tapping on it to indicate that the contents were *very* necessary for her trip. The teacher made a disgusted face and waved her off, and Celeste smiled as she stood up. Her skirt flowed perfectly around her thighs as she walked past Justin’s desk, and - did she just *wink* at him as she passed? He thought maybe he imagined it, but then, she *had* kissed him not too long ago, and she’d been stroking his dick earlier. Maybe a wink wasn’t all too unbelievable. It took him about two minutes to realize that the wink was definitely intentional. Suddenly every cell in his body was fighting to keep him from hunching over and groaning in pleasure, right there in the middle of the classroom during an ever-boring lecture. The tip of his dick was pressed against something warm and wet, something velvety soft with a hard little nub. His heart started pounding in his chest as he gained some idea of what was happening. Celeste had locked herself away in the bathroom just to pull his dick out of her purse and rub the tip of it up and down against her clit. The *lady emergency* had been a lie so that she could hide away and play with him. He bit his lip harshly as she pressed the tip against her hole, feeling her wet folds practically begging to take him in. She was playing “Just the Tip” with him, pushing maybe an inch deep before pulling it out and rubbing it over her clit again. Over and over, and he was fighting hard to look normal. He was in class, he couldn’t let everyone see that he was basically having sex right now. His heart skipped a beat and he struggled to turn a moan into a cough as he felt Celeste suddenly push the whole thing in, as deep as it would go. His balls pressed against her ass, and he could feel her hand wrapped behind them to use as leverage - a feeling he was sure no man had ever experienced. She was using him like a dildo. Toying with him. Using him. And fuck, he’d give anything to just lay back and enjoy it, but his only choice was to ignore the urge to groan and hiss and whisper her name, instead gripping the desk and fighting not to buck his hips as she fucked herself. He wanted to fuck her faster, harder, and she *knew* that, and was teasing him. He was helpless, and she knew it. And just as he was about to cum, she fucking stopped. She didn’t pull him out, but the sudden loss of movement made him want to hit his knees and whine for her to continue like a submissive little bitch. There was some shifting, slow enough to make him want to scream in frustration, then maybe thirty seconds of *nothing,* before she walked back into class. Her purse looked flatter than before, and her thighs were wet… oh, God. *His dick was still inside her.* Fuck, he didn’t know how he was gonna make it to the end of class. But he did. Despite the occasional moan he needed to bite back whenever she shifted her hips in her seat, he managed to remain calm and sat through the rest of the class, and when the bell rang, he gathered his things quickly and was almost out the door when Celeste caught him by the arm. “Oh,” he said softly. “Um… hi.” He wasn’t quite sure what else was acceptable right now. “Hi,” Celeste giggled. “So… did it work?” “Did *what* work?” he muttered. She squeezed her walls around him, and he groaned. “Yeah,” he said quickly, “yeah, it worked.” She smiled at him, clearly satisfied with her work. “Listen, why don’t you come over after school tomorrow? We can have some more fun.” Her last sentence trailed off in a seductive whisper, and he could only gulp nervously and nod. He had thought the first spell would fix his previous issue, but he supposed this was an extenuating circumstance. Before he could even think of holding back, he shivered all over, and his cock twitched as it erupted. His face flushed as her eyes widened. “What… oh, my God, did you… did you just cum in me?” she whispered breathlessly. Justin nodded shamefully. “It’s… it’s not the first time.” That was what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. He may as well be honest. “I’ve made you cum just from *talking to you*?” Her eyes were wide, and she giggled excitedly. “Oh, you’re *so* coming over tomorrow! Holy shit, you’re gonna be a *lot* of fun to play with.”