Fuck, no, he couldn’t think like this.
They entered the house and Celeste led him up to her room, where they both took places on the bed. They pulled out their laptops and began clicking and typing away, working together to get the project done, and it actually managed to shift Justin’s focus for a while. Once or twice, he had to stop himself from glancing at her soft breasts, shoved to the top of her low-cut t-shirt by what must be a push-up bra, but he eventually dragged his attention back to the task at hand, and still, no accidental emissions.
Things changed, however, when she stood up to go to the bathroom. Justin sat quietly, working on a portion of his part of the project that needed a particular fix, and looked up for just a moment when she came back – only to do a double-take and blush bright red when he saw her. She had removed her jeans and t-shirt, leaving her in a matching dark red thong and bra. They were both see-through, and he could see her clean-shaven mound and the perfect outlines of her divine nipples. Justin felt his dick growing harder, and started to panic again. “Uh, wh-what are you… what are you… doing…?”
“Listen,” Celeste purred, “I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t want to. But I’ve wanted you for a long time. Like… a long time. Years.” She sauntered over to him, her long legs glistening in the setting sunlight filtering through her bedroom window. She sat next to him, just a few inches from touching him, and leaned in so close that he could smell the mint on her breath. “I got so upset when you started avoiding me this week. I thought maybe you just… didn’t like me anymore. But I asked Mr. Dana to make us partners, and -”
“You rigged it?” Justin’s voice was barely a breath.
“Kinda.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I just wanted to be close to you. I’ve always wanted to be close to you, you just…” She touched his chin, turning his face to meet hers, and smiled softly.
“You just turn me on.”
Oh, fuck, he wanted her so bad. Things were moving fast; it felt like a fucking dream, a dream come true. He suddenly found himself lost in the moment, aching to kiss her, touch her, feel her. A distant part of his mind screamed for him not to do it, but right now, he had no idea why any of him would think that. He wanted to do this so fucking bad, he had for years, how could he pass up an opportunity like this?
Slowly, gently, she kissed him, and he melted against her soft lips and the taste of peaches and cream. He’d been dying to kiss her since at least the first time they’d spoken, maybe the first time he saw her. Absently, he set his laptop aside and instead reached around to hold her by the waist and pull her closer to him. She moved herself onto his lap, straddling him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, and he found his hands roaming up her thighs and over her ass, grabbing a handful as he mused over how perfect her body was. His bulge pressed determinedly against his jeans, and as she started to grind herself back and forth on his dick, he felt his hips unconsciously pushing up into the contact. One of his hands left her ass to tangle in the hair at the back of her head, holding her gently as she moaned into their kiss again. She reached up and wove her hands into his own locks, and at the same time, her hips pushed against him in just the right way, and suddenly he felt himself shooting deliriously towards the edge. He groaned and tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, and bucked his hips against hers as his muscles tensed, and a bolt of pleasure shot through his whole body, shaking the entire world around him. Something shifted as his dick twitched in his pants, and a moment later he felt the fabric grow wetter with the thick deposit of his cum, and…
And too late, he remembered the spell.
Abruptly, he broke the kiss, gently but frantically moving her off of his lap and making up some bullshit excuse as he rushed to the bathroom. His heart pounded hard against the inside of his chest, and his stomach had twisted dreadfully, and he was sure he was having a panic attack as he undid his pants. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. He couldn’t feel his dick. Was that the consequence of the spell? A million things ran through his mind as the world moved in slow motion around him. It was smaller now, a micropenis, surely. Or it was numb forever. Or it would never get hard again. Or maybe it – it had fallen off.
Justin was sure his heart stopped as he pulled his pants down to his knees and stared. His dick and balls had come clean off, right at the base, and were just sitting there, still hard and proud in a sticky puddle of white. For a moment, Justin was numb. Shell-shocked. One of his hands traced absently over the spot where his manhood should be, and he shivered as he was met with nothing but a patch of coarse curls of pubic hair. It felt like a woman’s mound, yet without the sweet prize hidden just a little further south. It was foreign, and terrifying. What the fuck was he supposed to do about this?
Then the bathroom door handle started to jiggle. “Justin? Are you okay?” His blood ran cold as he realized he’d forgotten to lock it, but the door opened before he could stop it. “I’m sorry if I – oh, my God!” Celeste jumped back for a moment, though her eyes remained fixed on the mess in his pants. “How did… what did you…”
“It’s, uh – I dunno… Celeste, please, this is a spell, Trina did it, I mean, you know she’s a witch, I can explain…” His rambling trailed off as he noticed the look in her eye. Amusement? Admiration? Fascination?
In the blink of an eye, she reached forward and grabbed his severed cock, and took off back to her room with it. “I know just what to do with this!” she called over her shoulder.
Justin struggled for a moment to pull his pants up again, reeling with confusion and the remaining horror at what just happened. He stumbled after her, and finally found her in her room, standing in front of a flower-framed mirror on the wall. She was fastening a necklace behind her neck, and as he entered the room and leaned on the doorframe, panting, he watched her admire whatever it was. “Holy shit, this is perfect,” she said happily. She turned around to face him, and Justin was still in so much shock that he almost didn’t recognize what she’d hung around her neck.
She had tied a thin chain around the base of his cock, wrapping it around a couple of times so that his balls were nicely tied up, and had strung his poor organs up by a slightly thicker silver chain. The entire necklace glittered beautifully against her neck and left his dick hanging right between her tits. He could only stand there numbly as she wandered over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a drunken kiss. “God, this is awesome,” she said with a giggle. “My own little trophy, all to myself!”
“Trophy?” Justin was still dazed.
“Trophy,” she confirmed, stroking it with one delicate hand. “You’re all mine now, aren’t you?”
Justin shivered at her words. What the fuck was she planning to do with him?