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: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10e8u1o/phantom_phallus_part_4_penectomy_castration/) Part 5: currently viewing 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?* ​ "A weekend in a cabin? In the woods?" "A *cottage*," Celeste corrected Justin, nudging him playfully. "Don't make it sound so creepy. It's not some scary movie plot, it's just a vacation." She swept her hair over her shoulder as she sat back in her seat, grabbing her coffee with sleeve-covered hands and sipping from the forest-green straw. "And it's gonna be the entire semester break, not just a weekend. Come on, you *know* you want to," she added with a giggle, nudging him again, this time with her foot under the table. Justin sighed, contemplating the offer. Just yesterday, she'd had him on his knees in front of her, almost blacked out from pain and pleasure, and had officially named him her boyfriend after that. Now they were sitting in a coffee shop after their final day of school, discussing plans for the next two weeks off from school. Celeste's best friend, Megan, came from money, and Megan's mother apparently owned a very nice, homely little cottage in the forest roughly thirty miles away. He'd seen pictures - the lovely oak structure was planted right beside a beautiful lake that would most likely be frozen over in this weather, the forest itself probably dusted with snow like the rest of their town. According to Celeste, it was equipped with a lovely fireplace and enough entertainment to occupy them for the majority of their winter break. Despite how nice the vacation sounded, there was a strange glint in Celeste's eye that told him she had something in mind other than the little woodland getaway. Knowing her, he was sure she'd find some way to fool around with him and his severed cock. He knew being tucked away from the public for two whole weeks would be all too tempting for her, but with Megan there, how much did she think she could get away with? Still, he was curious. Intrigued. Their little escapades had been fun so far, despite the occasional agonizing pain, so what was wrong with a vacation? Fuck it. "Fine," he said with a smile, "but only because I've never been to a cabin in the woods." "*Cottage* in the *forest*." "Those are *literally* synonyms." "Yeah, but stop calling it a *cabin in the woods*, it's so creepy!" "What*ever*, you're just being prissy," he laughed. "Fucking cottage-elf-princess." Celeste giggled and raised an eyebrow at him. "I should make you chop wood for that." She leaned forward, her newly-white-and-silver nails glittering in the light filtering through the frosted windows. They looked so soft and delicate, and he smiled at her as she placed her hand over his, shivering at the contact. No matter what, he was sure this trip would be fun. ​ The vacation itself was bound to be fun. Two weeks in a rather nice-looking cottage with a gentle blanket of crystalline white snow surrounding them as it sprinkled down from the plush gray clouds. Entertainment and food were already taken care of, nothing wrong there. But the fucking *drive* was absolutely *dreadful*. How could one thirty-mile drive be packed with so much... annoyance? Justin liked Celeste - loved her, even, though he wasn't ready to say it out loud - and maybe no relationship went without a little bit of a bug-bear here and there, but the headache beginning to squeeze around his skull was making him wonder if her pussy was even really worth this. Celeste and Megan (a beautiful, curvy girl with olive skin and jet-black hair down to her shoulders) had been in the backseat together, laughing their high-pitched laughs and singing their annoying teen boy-band songs for what seemed like the entire trip. He was frustrated, sure, but the golden glow of Celeste's hair and the lovely glint of happiness and excitement in her eyes made it worth the time. Her angelic beauty was such a contrast to the occasional devilish looks she shot him, and he knew she had plenty in store for him. He could already feel himself getting hard, but he assumed his dick must be somewhere in her pocket or luggage, because he couldn't see it around her neck. They pulled over roughly twenty miles in, upon Megan's request for a bathroom, and that was where the antics began. Celeste giggled to herself as she looked out the window, waiting for her best friend to come back from whatever rock or tree the curvier woman had chosen to utilize. She shifted a little as she dug through her purse for something, and Justin groaned as he felt her fingers wrap around his cock. She had it strung on the necklace again, and she made quick work of clasping the chain behind her neck and letting his cock settle between her tits. Justin groaned as she let her hands trail down to start stroking it. "What... what are you doing?" he choked out, starting to squirm in the driver's seat. "It's fine," Celeste said, bringing it up to her mouth and flicking her tongue gently over the tip. "She won't be back for a minute. I wanna play with you." Justin coughed quietly. "You can't wait until we get there?" "Nope," Celeste said firmly. She smiled in contentment as she sucked gently on his tip, moving her tongue expertly over it. She knew how sensitive he was there, and she was using it against him, lapping gently at the bundle of nerves in his frenulum before sliding his cock further past her lips. He moaned as she sucked him off, watching her intently in the rear-view mirror, his eyes never leaving those perfect plump lips as his heart started to race. Celeste smiled around her mouthful as the pulsing cock twitched on her tongue. She moaned so low and soft that it was a borderline purr, taking his dick as deep as she could without choking, working her tongue over the base until he was gritting his teeth to keep quiet. He was so enamored with the feeling of her mouth that he almost forgot why she'd even have to put it away, and the feeling of her suddenly pulling it out of her mouth and tucking it back between her tits was uncomfortably jarring. He startled out of his fog as Megan hopped back into the car, just in time to see Celeste toss him a wink before he started driving again. The journey was decently quiet for the next few minutes, thankfully, with both girls busy with their phones and Justin focused on the road. Megan had taken the shotgun seat so that they could both stretch their legs, and Justin's boner had subsided by now, though he'd enjoyed being played with during their impromptu pit stop, he also enjoyed finally being able to pay attention to the road. Maybe he'd gotten comfortable a little too soon. His hands suddenly gripped the steering wheel tight as he felt something warm and wet against his tip. He glanced into the rear-view mirror at Celeste, who, as far as he could guess, was rubbing his tip between her pussy lips. Her seat was right behind Megan's, so she remained completely undiscovered by her best friend, who was currently scrolling through her phone obliviously. Knuckles turning white, he reached up and adjusted the mirror ever-so-slightly, catching a glimpse of Celeste's lust-clouded eyes as she smirked at him. Fuck, how was he supposed to drive like this? He groaned as the evil girl pushed his cock deeper, once again teasing him inch by inch. Her pussy muscles worked around him in a glorious rhythm, milking him for every drop of precum that he was already leaking. It was warm and wet and so fucking tight... he bit his lip hard enough that he almost drew blood, trying not to groan out loud as the steering wheel threatened to slip from his sweating palms. He hoped his struggle to keep it in place was silent and unnoticeable, unsure how he could possibly explain it to the unwitting Megan. Hell, how would *Celeste* even be able to explain it? "*Yeah, I just use my boyfriend's magically cut-off dick and balls as a dildo sometimes. No matter if it's right behind you instead of at least waiting till we get to the cabin.*" Bullshit. Justin stifled a low, drawn-out moan as she pushed his dick all the way in, steadily, agonizingly slow. He'd give anything to act on his most primal instincts and just fuck her silly, but even if he *could* pull over and bang her right now, his dick was still completely in her hands. Still, the primal urges gave no heed to his smooth front - the animalistic need to pin her to that back seat and fuck her until she screamed his name to the skies was intense and overwhelming. And yet, unappealing. Sure, his first instinct was to dominate. But truly, really, he wanted to *serve*. He wanted to please her. As his girlfriend sat there behind her best friend, her yoga pants pulled down just enough to reveal her wet pink pussy to his fleeting glances, he realized just how badly he wanted to submit to her. Maybe it was just the fact that she had complete and total control over his manhood, and that she'd *had* control since the very beginning. He loved it, truly, and it was his biggest fucking desire to just give himself over entirely. This time, as his tip slid almost all the way out of Celeste's pussy before being stuffed roughly back into her hot depths, Justin couldn't suppress the low moan that pushed past his lips. Megan looked up, to his dismay, and studied him curiously. "What's with you?" she questioned. Celeste pulled his dick out of her cunt rather unceremoniously and giggled. "He just can't take the heat," she teased, presenting the cum-covered member to her best friend. Justin's face flushed with embarrassment, and he nearly swerved on the thankfully-empty snowy road. His eyes darted back and forth between the road and the two girls in his car, one of which was currently holding out his severed cock all too casually. He reached out with one hand, swiping for his dick. "Celeste, put it away!" he screeched, though his efforts were fruitless, and he only managed to smack his own balls hard enough to make him grunt with pain. Even if Megan somehow hadn't seen the dick in Celeste's hand, his reaction was extremely suspicious anyway. But Megan didn't seem bothered. In fact, she seemed *amused*, as if this wasn't the first time she'd seen his dick, detached or otherwise. In the same moment that he noticed Megan's amusement, he winced as Celeste suddenly grabbed his balls hard, her nails digging into the sensitive skin. His teeth were grinding uncomfortably against each other as his hand flew back to the steering wheel, steadying the vehicle. "Relax," Celeste said firmly. "Megan knows, okay? I told her *ages* ago." Her other hand gripped his shaft, and she twisted both hands in opposite directions, slowly, threateningly. "And guess what that means? We *own you* now. You have to do everything we say!" The last sentence trailed off in a sing-song tone as she slid gracefully across the backseat, riding up behind him and rubbing one hand up and down his bicep, the other gripping tighter on his shaft. "We don't wanna have to hurt you, so... you'll do what we say, right?" With a nervous gulp, Justin nodded. He knew his place for the next two weeks - he was nothing but their toy. Soon, they arrived at the cabin, and Justin was grateful for the lapse in their teasing. He helped them carry their bags in as well as his own, and entered the cabin with a heavy stomach and a pounding heart, knowing he was lined up for a *lot* of pain. The cabin was cold, but it was nothing a little fire in the fireplace couldn't fix, and he flopped down onto the soft couch in the main living room with a huff. He could at least *try* to enjoy himself before the next fourteen days of torture, right? He closed his eyes for a bit, barely responding when one of the girls handed him something soft and sweet-smelling. "Here," Megan said, "I was saving these for when we got here." Justin was tired enough that the strange comment barely registered, and he opened his eyes just enough to quickly examine what she'd handed him. It was one of those *macaroon* things that he knew some girls gushed over; two small, white-and-red cake-like cookies with a dollop of cream sandwiched between them. A little feminine for his taste, but he was hungry anyway, and didn't want to wait for something to be cooked, so he popped the sandwich in his mouth without a second thought. It tasted of strawberries and cheesecake, the cream filling smooth on his tongue. He smiled contentedly and leaned back in his seat, breathing a heavy sigh as he swallowed the treat. He wasn't sure how long he stayed there, but it took him a moment to notice that the world around him and slowed and blurred, and that his chest was rising and falling more rapidly, fighting for every shallow breath. He opened his eyes a little to see Celeste and Megan's distorted figures join him on the couch, their hands feeling like the most euphoric smoke as they ghosted over his chest and arms and thighs, truly *feeling him up* like they couldn't wait to touch him anymore. Distantly, he realized he'd been drugged, but somehow, he didn't care. *This is my purpose*, his dazed mind told him, *to serve them however they please*. Their excited giggles were the last thing he heard before his vision faded, and the world around him went silent and dark.