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: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10f8vy6/phantom_phallus_part_5_penectomy_castration/) Part 6 (FINALE): currently viewing 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?* ​ ​ Justin was never sure how long he was knocked out for, but he knew he preferred the comfortable slumber to his current situation. The forced sleep had been calm and dark and warm, in great contrast with his cold nakedness and the stabbing, fiery pain at the base of his cock that startled him awake with a scream through gritted teeth. Still in the limbo between sleep and consciousness, he tried to flinch, but found that his wrists and ankles were bound to something. He must be tied to a chair, but he wasn't sure why. He opened his eyes to a thankfully-dim cabin - too much light would've hurt his eyes, and the only thing that illuminated the little cottage was the golden-orange glow of the crackling fireplace. *What the hell was that?* he wondered, his dick still stinging. Megan and Celeste's naked figures came into view as his sleepy haze disappeared, and for a moment he was able to dismiss the pain as he stared at them. They were both so fucking gorgeous. Celeste was slender and petite, her handful-sized tits sitting perfectly against her thin frame; Megan's wide hips and fat tits were completely novel to him, her thick thighs making him yearn to split them and write his name over her clit with his tongue. They were smiling brightly at him, holding his detached cock between them. Megan was holding it by the balls, her other hand gently supporting his tip, and Celeste was holding some thin, shiny silver thing. She twisted it - and he yelped again, white flashing behind his eyes as pain seared through his pelvis. They had pierced his cock. Celeste took hold of his cock to allow Megan to walk towards him, and he leaned away from her as best as he could, horrified. "Morning, sleepyhead," Megan teased. "Glad to see you're finally awake." "What the fuck are you doing to me?" Justin choked out, sweating at the pain in his cock. "Just a little decoration," the black-haired woman said with a smile. She held out her hand, and Celeste plopped his dick into her palm. There was a curved silver bar sticking out of the skin where his shaft met his balls, glistening bright silver in the firelight. The skin around the piercing was red and just a little swollen, and Justin cringed at the sight of it. Megan laughed as he turned away. "It's a little crude, yeah, but what do you expect? We're not professionals." "It looks good for what it is," Celeste added, grinning at her boyfriend. "Don't worry - we'll have plenty of chances to get it right." "What do you mean?" Justin begged, his stomach turning over nervously. "Well, we brought more than one piece of jewelry," Celeste answered, "and we've been looking up the different kinds of piercings men can get there." "We figured we'd decorate you before we play with you," Megan added with a smile. Celeste nodded, taking Justin's dick back from Megan and handing the piercing needle to Megan, who cleaned it off with a damp white cloth before aiming it at the underside of his tip. He stared in alarm, but his limbs were bound to his chair, leaving him helpless as the girls took turns piercing him. The next one was his frenulum. He couldn't watch, but he had no choice in the feeling of it. There was a split second of nothing but a sharp prick on one side of his frenulum, before a white-hot sting and a crushing pressure that radiated through his tip and his shaft as the needle pushed through. He screamed again, and it terrified him to know that nobody would hear him. He screwed his eyes shut tight against the agony, his face feeling hot and his head spinning. There was a still, tense moment where they giggled like young schoolgirls as they screwed the new piercing in place - the only sound he could hear over the ringing in his ears - then the worst of the pain was over, and he was left with a searing ache in the most sensitive nerve within his poor cock. Through the ringing, he heard them taunting him devilishly. "Look, he's so red!" "Aww, he looks like he's gonna cry!" "I think he can handle another one, yeah?" "No!" Tears welling in his eyes, Justin suddenly opened his eyes wide to plead with the girls. "Please, no, two is enough -" "Toys don't decide what's *enough*," Megan suddenly said firmly. "That's right," Celeste drawled, sauntering over and straddling him. He shivered as she ran her hands gently through his hair, feeling like she was caressing his very mind, her honey-flavored lips just inches away from his own. "You *do* want to be a good toy, don't you, baby?" Fuck, she was captivating. Every single word was pure enchantment, like drinking a love potion straight from her tongue. There was some rational part of him left that said he should be disgusted, he should feel violated, he should be trying to break free and call for help. But it felt so damn good to submit to these girls, so fucking *freeing* \- and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the pain. It was sheer agony, but it was exhilarating, and he craved more. "Are we gonna be a good boy and take it?" Celeste breathed, so close to his face that he was desperate to kiss her. He couldn't speak - be it due to the pain, or his boiling arousal - instead nodding softly, his eyes hooded and his heart pounding. His cock was fully erect now, throbbing against the new piercings, and he loved and hated how foreign each piece of metal felt. With a satisfied sigh, Celeste took Justin's dick gently from Megan, then the needle. Suddenly he was very curious to watch, though every cell within his body was screaming for him to look away, as if it would hurt less if he couldn't see it. He forced himself to stay glued to the scene before him - Celeste in his lap, his cock right between them with a needle aimed at his tip. His body shook all over, anticipating the torment that he knew was to come. *Anything for their pleasure,* he told himself, *anything for their entertainment*. The world slowed as she brought the needle closer to the head of his cock, and time froze for a moment as the tip of the needle barely touched his urethra. Then his girlfriend pushed the needle in, and his body jerked as he screamed out in agony. White spots were flashing behind his eyes again, and he suddenly felt his stomach shifting like he was going to throw up, but he kept his eyes trained on his own cock. Celeste pushed just a little too slowly through his flesh, drawing out the pain as best as she could while her best friend laughed at the sight of Justin's suffering. He did his best to breathe through the worst of it, each gasp coming quick and short in his heaving chest as he watched the needle enter his hole and return just above his new frenulum piercing. His hair was slick to his forehead with sweat, and he was sure he was about to have a heart attack, but his cock had never been harder as he watched Celeste take a silver ring from Megan to embed in his tip. "A Prince Albert," Megan said with a smile. "We just have one more to give you, okay? This one might tickle a little." Celeste handed her his dick, and this time, he wasn't sure whether he should watch or not. He wanted to, but he was disgusted with himself for it, and considering the way Megan was holding the needle straight over the middle of his cock, he didn't think he could stomach to watch. He turned away at the last moment, just as the needle pierced his skin. Moments like this made him rue the day he'd ever asked Trina to give him feeling back in his severed dick. He'd much rather it be completely detached from him right now, with no magical connection allowing him to be aware of what was going on. He was sure he could feel each cell splitting from its partner as the needle was forced gently through the middle of his shaft, in through the top of it and out through the underside between his frenulum and the lorum piercing that had woken him up. His throat ached as he screamed through the deadly agony, his eyes shut tight and his teeth bared in a tortured snarl. Every movement of the needle, however microscopic, was abrasive and sharp, like barbed wire strung right through the middle of the throbbing erection. Justin made a mistake in opening his eyes to look - for a moment, he sat breathing through gritted teeth, his eyes blurred with reeling pain. The girls were laughing and cheering together over his pierced cock, their soft, pale hands streaming with something dark and red... His cock was bleeding. The final piercing - a "deep shaft" piercing, he would learn later on - had been the final straw for his poor dick, and his raging erection didn't help the blood loss. The girls seemed oddly excited over this, and his reaction to the piercing. Justin's mind finally cleared just enough for him to truly register what was happening. The blood trickling from his shaft and inching its way down the girls' hands, dripping into small pools on the floor between them. The way his cock was still throbbing, now leaking sticky, clear precum all over the Prince Albert. The electrifying pain stabbing its way through his whole pelvis, the grainy tingling now itching the spot where his dick should be attached to his body... Suddenly his vision blurred again before turning black, and his head lolled forward as he passed out. ​ The next two weeks were packed with similar torment. Justin had known the girls were going to hurt him over their winter break. They were both sadists, devilishly excited by his pain. But he hadn't known it would be this intense, and he hadn't known he would like it so much. For the next ten or so days, Justin was left completely naked, and was abused and used however the girls saw fit. They were barely allowing his piercings from the first day of their vacation to heal, tossing his dick around like a dildo and occasionally hitting or flicking or pinching his tortured shaft and aching balls. He spent his days eating their pussies whenever they demanded, sometimes even cleaning them up after they masturbated or pissed, and he slept at the foot of the bed like a dog while the girls shared the bed. Some days, they let him watch while they played with each other, delighting in the fact that he couldn't jerk off to the sight of them. Some days, they would kiss and lick at his cock, their tongues working around the piercings with ease and skill, making him squirm like a needy slut. They made it a point to walk around the cottage completely nude, save for when they went out to collect firewood to keep the lovely warm fireplace burning. Their constant nudity, and the little sapphic shows they put on for him, the effortless teasing that crippled him so easily, and even the occasional degrading comment they tossed his way were all so overwhelming. He loved it - giving up his place as a real human, in favor of servicing these beautiful women whenever they chose, was absolutely euphoric. For roughly two weeks, he was kept as a pet, and tortured and abused until his cock leaked precum everywhere. Then everything came to a head on the morning of their last day at the cabin. The girls rarely let him sleep or wake up on his own terms, often forcing him into wakefulness by tugging on his new piercings or squeezing his balls hard. This morning was just the same - he startled awake from a dream about eating Celeste out, his shocked inhale stabbing the back of his throat and rattling his lungs. Megan had tugged on the Prince Albert to wake him up, and as he looked up at her, he saw her bundled up in several layers of fluffy jackets. He was rather confused - the girls never woke him up to collect firewood, and that was the only time they ever got dressed, so why was she waking him up now? *Never question the mistresses,* he reminded himself, something he had learned many days ago after a particularly harsh squeeze. "Morning, sunshine," Megan teased, grinning. "Ready for a little playtime? I think you're gonna like our plans for you today." As she spoke, Justin felt Celeste handling his dick in the other room. There was a moment of silence broken only by the sound of the front door opening, in which Justin let himself be both fearful and excited for their plans; then suddenly, he yelped in pain and shock as he felt something feathery and cold against his bare cock. The chill bit deep into the metal spiked through his flesh, shaking him to the bone, and he scrambled up from the floor to hurry into the living room with Megan laughing after him. The sight of what had happened to his dick horrified him. Celeste had thrown his dick out the door and into the snow, and was standing beside the door like the queen she was, bundled in just as many layers as her best friend. Justin rushed past her, his legs shaking so bad that he stumbled and damn near fell face-first into the snow. He ended up on his knees instead, and just as he reached to rescue his dick, Celeste turned and kicked it away, her foot landing right against his balls. His stomach churned, his face burning despite the cold, and he leaped into the snow after his freezing cock without a second thought. The biting cold air was hair-raisingly thin against his naked skin, and he was sure his cock was about to get frostbite. The freezing snow was almost burning him, and he dug desperately through the powdery white mess in a desperate attempt to save his dick from these girls' sick game. "Wow, you look adorable when you're panicking," one of his captors jeered. He spun around to see the girls standing in front of the closed front door, their arms crossed as they watched him search. "You're not gonna find it," Celeste purred, "not if we don't want you to." "We can't let you ruin our big surprise," Megan added. Justin stood up, his feet freezing in the snow, shivering all over. "Where is it?" he demanded softly, his teeth chattering in his skull. The sun was barely rising over the tops of the snow-capped trees, and the purple pre-dawn sky did nothing to warm him up. Celeste uncrossed her arms and sauntered over to him with a smile, nudging aside some of the snow with her foot to reveal his shriveling cock. The bitter cold had made it screw up tighter on itself, making the still-sore piercings hurt even worse. The short length of it was red and flaky, clearly reacting poorly to the icy weather. He reached for it, only for his sadistic girlfriend to kick it away again, this time with her foot hitting the deep shaft piercing and making him gag at the agony. His mind was blank, solely focused on getting his cock back. Not because he wanted to stop playing this twisted, ugly game that he loved so dearly, but because he wanted it to continue - and it couldn't continue if his dick was frozen solid, right? But as he reached for it again, his stomach turning over and his face burning against the frigid air. Megan was the one to kick it away this time, her foot hitting his dick hard enough to make him see stars, but he chased it again, knowing that his desperation was entertaining them. They were laughing and egging him on, jeering about how they should step on it just to fuck with him. He knew it should be difficult to get hard right now, but he could feel his cock throbbing with desire as they continued to kick it like a goddamn soccer ball. Before he could catch up with them, they stopped, and he could only stand there and stare as Celeste suddenly picked up his dick and held it out between her and her best friend. Panting with exhaustion, his lungs aching, he glanced around in his first attempt to finally take in his surroundings. The trees and foliage here looked different; they were sparser, carelessly dotted across the snowy rim of the clearing. No, this wasn't a clearing. *This was the lake*. Yes, this was the lake that bordered one side of the cabin, the lake that he'd thought would be fully iced over by now. Instead, from where he was kneeling, he could see random patches of darker blue that indicated holes in the ice, as if the girls had spent time leaving little pockmarks in the ice on purpose. The same girls that were holding his dick. "Celeste... Megan..." Justin said, his voice hoarse. "Please... don't do anything crazy..." "*Awww,* but *crazy* is what makes all of this so much fun," Megan teased. "Besides, you know you can't stop us," Celeste said with a giggle. She dangled Justin's dick in the air, taunting him, and he knew what was about to happen. He tried to scream, tried to beg her not to do what she was so easily ready to do, but the only sound that came out was a short rasp of air that grated angrily against his neck muscles. He clutched his throat with one hand, his eyes wide with terror, and the girls laughed at him. "Holy shit, he can't even say anything!" Celeste taunted. "Can't," Megan urged her with a grin, "or *won't*?" "*True*," Celeste answered with a knowing look. She turned back to Justin, who hoped his eyes were pleading with her enough. He knew it was no use - he enjoyed the thrill of it all too much to ever truly beg her to stop. His girlfriend looked him right in the eye, and suddenly his entire life purpose was to serve her. "You must *want* this, then, if you won't talk." He was frozen in place, his eyes glued to his own cock, pierced and bruised and bleeding and sore, as Celeste flicked her wrist, and let go of it. It was an odd feeling, to have just a part of him hit the water, when he wasn't even near it. The water was crisp and glacial, and he would've hit his knees if he wasn't already there. Instead his arms gave way, and his head hit the snowy ground a second before his left shoulder as he collapsed, gasping. His chest heaved as his breathing bordered hyperventilating, his heart suddenly pounding so hard that he was sure it would leave a mark on his chest. The girls' laughter faded to a distant blur of ringing in his ears as he felt his dick sink lower and lower into the depths of the lake, the metal bars and rings only serving to conduct the icy pain straight through the innermost nerves of his cock. Still gasping for air, tears streaming down his face, he let the girls drag him by the arms back to the cabin, and through the whirlwind of pain he'd never imagined he'd feel before, he could feel his brain rewiring itself. This was his purpose. He didn't need his cock and balls to serve these two. If being completely castrated was what entertained them, so be it. ​ When they made it back to the cabin, the girls took care of him for a bit before playing with him. They sat his dazed and reeling form in front of the fire, stripping for him before running their hands over his naked body, feeling him up like the toy they knew was theirs. Justin was still in shock, forced to constantly endure the sensation of his dick freezing to the core. He barely noticed the girls bring him to the bedroom, until he was suddenly on his knees at the foot of the bed; one of the girls had put her ankles behind his head and dragged him up against both of their bodies, and suddenly he was smothered between their naked, wet pussies. They were laying down together, Celeste on top of Megan, their legs spread so that he could feast on their cunts as they kissed each other. He already knew their hands were roaming over each other's bodies, and he wanted to do his best to offer them even more pleasure. He let his tongue stretch forward, dragging it from the very bottom of Megan's dripping hole all the way up to Celeste's in one slow lick, then right back down again. The girls moaned as he worked on them, and he grinned to himself, knowing he was doing such a good job, being such a *good boy*. With a contented hum, he raised one hand to play with Megan's clit while he tongue-fucked his girlfriend. He felt free here, servicing them however they saw fit. He did his best to please them, lapping at their oozing pussies like a man starved for years, their moans like music to his ears. They tasted so damn sweet, so delicious, and he craved more with every passing minute. His other hand moved above his head to reach around and finger his girlfriend, and suddenly he had two fingers in each girl, his tongue flicking between their clits as they kissed and touched each other. The sensation of his cock still freezing, and unfortunately going numb very quickly, only served to heighten his arousal, and he was shaking as he sucked on Celeste's clit, then Megan's, drowning in their juices and their moans. He was sure he came at least once, but it was impossible to tell with the way his dick was numbing up in the lake. But then, did it matter whether he got his? Maybe all that truly mattered was his girls' pleasure. He wanted to make them feel *endlessly* euphoric, he wanted to be nothing but their toy, for the rest of eternity if he could. ​ Their final days in the cabin went by in a blur of orgasms. Justin was never sure if he'd even feel his dick again - the damn thing had gone completely numb in the cold of that frozen lake - but it didn't matter. He spent his last few days eating Megan and Celeste out any time they asked, honing his skills until he was nothing but a good little cunt-licker. They returned home at the end of break, leaving Justin's dick where it was at the bottom of that lake thirty miles away. School went by almost the same now, though Justin was slightly sad that Celeste couldn't play with his dick in the middle of class anymore. Still, they sometimes snuck into the bathrooms together, or hid somewhere where there were no cameras or teachers, and she would lift her skirt and pull aside her panties (if she had even worn any that particular day), and he would drink her juices for as long as he could without getting them caught. Soon, the lake thawed, and something he hadn't anticipated was the sensation of the fish gnawing on his cock. It was barely there, muted by the numbness from his frostbite, but it still hurt. It was like a terrible itch he couldn't scratch, and for a solid three or four weeks, he had to sit through hours on end of the same gnawing sensation all over his cock. His girlfriend delighted in his constant suffering, and the day it finally stopped altogether, she took him home and sat on his face while telling him her theory: that the fish had eaten it all, and there was no more of his cock left. She told him that if his dick was gone, it would mean that he was now one-hundred-percent her toy, a full-time eunuch who only existed for her sexual pleasure. He better hope her theory wasn't true, she said, or she'd have no choice but to put his new title to use. He hoped to God, then, that her theory was true.