Part 1: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/107v9qu/phantom_phallus_part_1_penectomy_castration/) Part 2: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10advjv/phantom_phallus_part_2_penectomy_castration/) Part 3: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10at5np/phantom_phallus_part_3_penectomy_castration/) Part 4: currently viewing 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?* ​ ​ Streaks of sunlight streamed through the window as Trina opened her eyes, and for a moment, she simply turned over and groaned softly, not wanting to get up for school quite yet. Sure, today was their last day for the semester, but that didn’t mean she was any more excited to get it over with. Then she remembered. *The spell!* Throwing the blanket aside, she rushed to her altar, holding her breath as she looked at Freya’s offering dish. The cloth was still there, but it was just a little scorched, and a small rose petal lay beside it that hadn’t been there before. Trina bit back an excited squeal - the spell had worked! ​ ​ The excitement at the spell being completed was almost completely dashed by the end-of-semester test that Trina had to take in Calculus; math subjects had never been her strong suit. Still, it was an opportunity to put her spell to work. Alex Griffith sat right next to her in this class, something she had been ever-grateful for since the very beginning of the semester. This was one of two classes she happened to have with him - first period Calculus, and fourth period Health and Wellness. In Health, sadly, he sat a few desks away from her, but here and now, he was right by her side, and the knowledge of what was in her bag was suddenly even more thrilling. Disregarding the still-blank test paper in front of her, she reached down and grabbed the twine-wrapped cloth out of the side pocket in her backpack, tucking it carefully into her sleeve and hoping the teacher didn’t see. No? No. She was in the clear. Trina leaned against her palm as she recalled what the spell had said. ​ *Once the spell has taken effect, intention is the most important factor in the use of the voodoo toy. Keep your mind focused on the target (the person whose name paper the practitioner wrapped in cloth). Picture the cloth as their member BEFORE doing anything to it, or the spell will not work. Just because the toy is connected to the target does not mean it will be effective without the proper use of intention.* *BEWARE OF USING THIS SPELL WITH ILL INTENT. Ill intent could draw into play the Power of Three (see Page 412 for Threefold Returns of Energy).* ​ Heart beating fast, Trina attempted to steady her breathing as she crossed her arms and leaned on them, being extra mindful of the cloth bundle within her sleeve. She glanced at Alex, and for a moment couldn’t believe how handsome he was, and the fact that she was about to have all of that under her control. He seemed to sense her looking at him, and looked up, meeting her gaze and smiling that gorgeous smile before returning to his test. Trina shivered as she felt more and more excitement flooding her veins. With a slow, calming breath and as strong of a mental image as she could conjure, Trina closed her eyes and stroked her pinky finger over the hidden bundle of cloth and herbs and oils and his name paper. She opened her eyes and glanced over, wondering what his reaction was. Nothing. Fuck, the spell was a bust! Frustrated, Trina felt the sense of power and excitement drain away, replaced by that familiar feeling of jealousy as she remembered what kind of power Celeste had over Justin. It was so unfair! With a soft huff, she picked up her pencil and began her test. Several minutes passed, and Trina could barely focus, frustrated and disappointed. How could the spell not have worked? She did everything it had said, down to the letter, what had gone wrong? Maybe it was her intention. Could the Universe feel her intent to control him through his cock? The rule of three - a Universal law that said that any energy spent would be returned threefold, be it negative or positive - wasn’t exactly specific. Not always. The desire for a large amount of power was considered negative intention, but small-scale control shouldn’t bother anybody, right? A cough to her left startled her, and Trina looked over to see Alex looking rather uncomfortable. He was tense, his whole body stiff as he stared down at his paper, and she watched as he stuck one hand in his hoodie pocket, as if he were readjusting or hiding something… Confused, Trina reached back into her bag to grab the cloth bundle. How did he have a boner now - so much so that he seemed to be struggling to keep his cool - when the spell hadn’t even worked? She dug as quietly as possible for a moment, searching for the spell, and suddenly realized the cloth was still within her sleeve. And in that moment, she understood. Trina had a habit of fidgeting when she was struggling academically. During tests she was known for tapping her pencil or, in this case, fiddling with her sleeves. She’d been stroking the cloth bundle residing within her sleeve without even realizing it, and it seemed that the tiny little attention had given him the beginnings of what was now a major problem on his end. *So… the spell worked?* she wondered. Curious, Trina reached into her sleeve again and rubbed one end of the cloth bundle, the way her thumb would circle over the tip of a cock. Alex responded with a slight jerk of his leg and a hand flying up to tangle in his hair as casually as possible. She had him. He was finally under her control. And it was going to be *so* much fun. ​ ​ Justin sighed as he opened his notebook. One more day of this bullshit, then he could go on semester break. Fucking *finally*. He couldn’t wait for break - Christmas was what he was most looking forward to, but the idea of three weeks off from school was almost even more appealing. “Justin!” He jumped at the sound of his name, looking up to see the teacher glaring at him. “Are you paying attention?” “Um… yes?” “Then maybe you could tell me,” his anatomy teacher said as she crossed her arms, “what section of the course we’re doing this project on?” He hesitated, then hung his head. “I thought so,” she concluded as his face turned pink, scattered snickers drifting through the class. “As I was saying, this project focuses on section four of the course - penile development and anatomy. Quiet, quiet, come on, you guys are *seniors*. You’re practically adults, the word *penis* shouldn’t be funny to you. Now, this project focuses on male anatomy, particularly the inner workings of the penis. Because this is a small class, and because you are a higher grade level, I’ve decided that this year’s end-of-semester project will be to perform a dissection of the penis.” The females in class groaned in disgust, some of them giggling, while the males crossed their legs and coughed and gagged. “Oh, settle down,” the teacher sighed. “They won’t be real.” She used her pencil to tap the closed box resting on her desk. “They’re fake, almost like, um… *adult toys*. They’re made of silicone, designed so that you can see and identify the insides of a penis when you make your -” she used air quotes to accentuate the last word - “*incisions*. Now, let’s make a single-file line on this side of the room, and I’ll pair each of you off with one of the silicone figures, a craft knife, and a worksheet that will tell you what to do. Do *not* forget to answer the questions, people, it’s not just directions. And be careful with the knives, they’re small but they *are* sharp, and I don’t feel like sending anyone to the nurse today.” Justin sighed, feeling just as uncomfortable as the rest of the guys in here. He couldn’t think of *any* guy who would *want* to see a dick dissected, even if it was basically just an anatomically-correct dildo. But then, at least he was about to be paired with Celeste. She’d been transferred from first period Anatomy to sixth period a week or two ago, and had been sparing him today - thought it was kind of unnerving due to the relentless teasing and in-class orgasms she’d been subjecting him to almost every day now. He didn’t mind too much, however, just allowing himself to enjoy the break she’d been giving him before the end of the semester. The class split into their respective pairs, each branching off to a different desk and pulling up chairs so that two people could fit at one desk. Celeste smiled and gave Justin a soft “hey”, to which he responded with a smile and a nod. “Are you doing okay?” she asked him quietly. “Just waiting for the end of the day.” “Dude, me too. Can’t wait to go home.” “Any plans?” In response to his question - an innocently-intended question that she was no doubt about to twist - she looked away and grinned. “A little, actually. I was hoping you’d come home with me after school today? Unless you’re busy, of course.” She glanced back up at him curiously, and he wasn’t sure he could resist those beautiful eyes. But, shit, last time he’d visited her house, they’d nearly hooked up, and… clearing his throat, he leaned forward and whispered cautiously, “I’m not gonna lose another body part, am I?” “I don’t think so,” Celeste giggled. “I just wanted to… y’know, hang out.” *Hang out*. Was she implying a hook up? How could he even manage that with no dick? God, he desperately wanted to fuck her, but it didn’t seem feasible considering his dismemberment. Celeste seemed to guess what he was thinking, because she brightened up a little and leaned forward. “I almost forgot!” she whispered. “I wanted to play a game with you.” “Game?” “A game!” She smiled as she put her backpack in her lap and put her hand into one of the pockets. “Remember that one night when you called me? Like, two weeks ago, maybe? The freezer?” Justin felt his whole body go stiff for a moment, his blood running cold and the hair on his arms and neck standing up. The word *freezer* immediately reminded him of the entire night’s worth of memories from roughly two weeks ago. The freezer had been so cold it almost burned, and she’d delighted in leaving it in there until he was on the verge of tears before taking it out and soothing his manhood under warm water from the sink, then doing it all over again. He could handle it, at least, but then she had “accidentally” dropped his dick in the garbage disposal, and had made him beg over the phone for her not to turn it on. He thanked God his dick was still intact after that little *game*, and was nervous about what she had in mind this time. “What, um… what does that night have to do with this new *game* you’re thinking of?” Before answering, Celeste looked around the classroom, as if checking that the coast was clear. Instinctively, Justin looked around as well - everyone was too engrossed in their projects to look at them - and when he turned back around, Celeste was sitting up straight with her hands neatly folded in front of her, her bright smile striking him as a little unsettling. For a moment, he didn’t register why she was suddenly so focused on their work. She had just been digging around in her bag for something, apparently looked around to see if they were being watched, and then…? Oh. *Oh.* *Oh, fuck.* His dick was lying on the table in place of the hyper-realistic dildos they were supposed to be working with. The dildos they were supposed to be *dissecting*. And she was picking up the craft knife, her eyes twinkling. “What the fuck kind of game do you think you’re playing?” he hissed as he stared down at his own dick. “A fun one,” Celeste whispered back, placing the blunt side of the tiny blade against his tip and leaning forward again. “I wanna see how far I can push you.” “You’re *sick*, woman.” His stomach turned over at the thought of what she was about to do, and he hated himself for getting hard for this. His dick was already growing on the table. “You still like me,” Celeste teased. “Don’t worry, this will be quick. I just wanna know if you’re coming over today.” “I know what you wanna do, though,” he said. “How am I supposed to do any of that when my… ugh… when my dick is right on this fucking table?” “It’s easy,” Celeste purred. “I don’t want to fuck you. I want something more fun.” She lifted the knife for a moment, and he sighed in relief. “Oral.” “Oral?” He hesitated, looking at her curiously. “Oral,” she repeated quietly. “You’re not my first hookup or my first boyfriend. But I’ve never had my pussy licked. I wanna see if you’re any good at it.” Justin started to fidget in his seat, his cock growing harder on the desk between them, almost completely erect now. His stomach was heavy with anxiety and he was suddenly very sweaty. “I’ve - I’ve never eaten pussy before.” “Well, it looks like that’ll be another of your firsts, then. From the giant loads you’ve given me, I’m guessing I’m your first blowjob? *And* your first fuck.” She lowered the knife again, this time putting the blade to his tip and giving it a feather-light amount of pressure. Justin’s heart raced at the threat. “And if you don’t come over and eat me out today,” Celeste purred, “I’ll make sure I’m your last, too. What’s it gonna be?” Justin gritted his teeth as she dragged the knife gently down his shaft, hissing at the tiny, agonizing pinpricks from the blade barely breaking the sensitive skin. Almost microscopic beads of blood followed the knife’s trail, and as she reached his balls, she pressed a little harder, making him want to scream in agony as his body flushed with heat. He hated that she had this much control over him, and he wanted to be defiant, but he could feel everything. His dignity wasn’t worth his balls. “Fine, *fine*!” he hissed under his breath. “I’ll come over after school! Just *please* stop it with the fucking knife!” He breathed a sigh of relief as she obliged, tucking his dick back into her bag and replacing the dildo they were supposed to be using. He watched, frozen in fear and sickness, as she dragged the knife down the middle of it, from the frenulum straight down to the balls. The skin separated easily, too easily, revealing silicone in varying shades of red and pink. Justin felt nauseous, but he couldn’t deny the throbbing in his own dick, hidden within the depths of Celeste’s backpack as she so swiftly dissected the false penis, clearly satisfied with herself. ​ ​ Getting to Celeste's house, setting his things down, and even her pulling him into a passionate, lustful kiss - it was all mostly a blur. Yet here he was, his tongue sliding into her waiting mouth with ease as she dragged him onto her bed. He groaned in pleasure as she reached down beside her bed, where she’d dropped her bag, and began stroking his cock. She pulled it out and held it tight in one hand, and he could feel himself throbbing in her grip already. Slowly, gently, he began kissing downwards, trailing kisses and nibbles down from her lips. Along her jawline, across her collarbone, his stomach feeling tight with nerves. She moaned as he cautiously pushed up her shirt, exposing her tits. She hadn’t worn a bra that day, and fuck, her tits were perfect. Smooth and soft, her pink nipples standing up at attention against the cold bedroom air - or perhaps in anticipation of his tongue. He moved lower, grabbing one of her tits in his hand while flicking his tongue over the other one’s nipple, smirking as she moaned again. He sucked the little pink nub between his lips, rolling the other one between his fingers to make her arch into him. His earlier worries seemed to melt away with every flick of his tongue, and he groaned against her chest as she tightened her grip around his severed dick, her fingers finding their way around his balls to squeeze them hard. Justin glanced at her hand and saw his dick getting bigger as his arousal grew, and almost moaned as she raised the member to her lips and stretched her tongue out to swirl around the head. Still sucking on her nipple, he watched as her tongue swiped the underside of his tip, his body tingling all over as she took a few inches into her mouth. It was warm and wet, not quite the same as her pussy, but intoxicating all the same. No matter how many times she did this, he could never get enough. He moved lower over her body as smoothly as possible, kissing his way down her bare midriff. She stopped sucking his cock for a moment, leaving it sitting on her tongue like a lollipop to help him remove her shorts, nursing gently on it as the fabric pooled at her ankles. He smiled breathlessly as he tugged her panties to the side, his limbs trembling as she grabbed his dick again and began sliding it in and out of her mouth again. Holy *fuck*, she had a pretty pussy. Working with instinct more than anything, Justin leaned forward and dragged his tongue gently from her hole to her clit, and received a moan in return, a clue that he was doing well for his first time. She tasted divine; urged on by her flavor and the song of her moans, he delved a little deeper into her sweet, creamy pussy, his tongue fucking her hole before swiping upwards to circle her clit. She was pushing her hips against his face now, grinding her pussy against his tongue as she throat-fucked herself with his cock. With a quick, deep breath, he buried his face against her cunt, lapping at her juices with increasing excitement as she took his dick even deeper into her mouth. His cock twitched on her tongue as he sucked gently on her clit, and the pleasure only drove him to lick deeper, his mind spinning with lust and hunger. Then he pulled away and hissed as a sharp pain lanced through his shaft, like lightning striking the base of his cock. He looked up to see that she had pulled him out of her mouth, her hand sitting under his balls and her fingers wrapped around to stab her manicured nails into the base of him. “Use your fingers, too,” she ordered. “I want both.” “But… I don’t know how -” She dug her nails in deeper, and he yelped. “Fuck! Fine…” One arm wrapping around her thigh, he slid his other hand up her leg to spread her pussy lips a little, opening her up for him before pushing two fingers into her. She moaned again, louder this time - was she already close? He’d heard guys his age talking about what to do, so he at least had *some* idea of how to make her cum. He pumped his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace, drawing her clit between his lips again and flicking it with his tongue as his fingers worked inside of her. She was definitely louder now, her moans reminiscent of his favorite porn videos. She was writhing underneath his touch, her grip on his dick tightening as she squirmed. Her nails were stabbing painfully into his balls now, and he hoped that he could make her cum soon so that she would let up. But then… what was the worst that could happen? He was harder than he’d ever been before, his dick throbbing and his body quaking as he licked at her pussy. Would his balls burst if she grabbed them too hard? Somehow, the thought of her rupturing his oh-so-vulnerable manhood made him shiver with ecstasy. As if she could sense what he was thinking, her hand grabbed even tighter, her hips bucking up against his face. He did his best to steady himself, his fingers curling inside her and his tongue flattening against her clit to rub up and down over it as fast as he possibly could. She screamed in pleasure, her free hand flying to his shaft to grip it tightly as her nails speared his balls. He groaned loudly in agony as his stomach lurched, and he tried to pull away to breath, but her legs wrapped quickly around his head, and suddenly he was trapped between her thighs for the entire duration of her powerful orgasm. He had no choice but to continue licking and sucking and fingering, delirious with pain as his poor sack nearly burst. In the midst of the whirlwind, he suddenly felt every one of his nerves dissolving at the ends, fizzling into nothing but pulsing light as his cock suddenly splattered her naked chest with hot, sticky cum. His vision faltered for a moment in the blur of pain and pleasure, and he was sure he blacked out, only regaining consciousness when she finally unlatched her legs from behind his neck and allowed him to breathe. For a moment, he just stared at her, his lungs whining with every shaky breath. She looked so damn pleased with herself, her pussy dripping in front of him with the same juices that coated his face. She was gasping, a grin stretching across her rosy lips, and as she sat up, the world still seemed to move in slow motion around Justin. He had never had an orgasm that strong, and had never felt that much pain in one sitting. “We should get cleaned up,” Celeste said, her voice sounding ever-distant. “You made a fucking *mess* of me.” Justin nodded, still dazed and drunk on her, his cock pulsing with heat as she tossed it onto the bed beside her like it was just another dildo.