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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 basically 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!”
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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.