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.
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