He rubbed his hard cock against mine. “Sure. Give him what he wants. But do it my way.”

He hooked his finger through the dangling cock choker and pulled it taut. Tighter and tighter. The chain sank into the gathered flesh, my cock bulged until I thought the skin would burst. I knew what was about to happen, and my mind plummeted deeper into the numb stupor that was its only protection.

Michael licked his free hand. His saliva seemed to glow with blue light. He worked his wet fingers mysteriously around my cock and balls. I saw his lips move, as if he were whispering inaudibly. The thin chain flashed with blue flame—

Then the chain slipped through. He dropped it quickly and raised his hand to lift the genitals free. He held the nine-inch shaft by the testicles in his right hand. In its place there was a smooth hairless swelling of flesh between my legs.

Again I tried to scream, though I knew it was hopeless. “I said, don’t twist your face up like that,” he growled. He swung the disembodied cock and slapped me across the face with it. My eyes welled with tears, making the candlelit room swim and sparkle.

My mind was sinking. I longed for unconsciousness. But his voice pulled me back.

“It’ll stay hard,” he said. He was rubbing thick lubricant over my cock. There was a dim sensation of pleasure somewhere below me. “All the energy of the spell holding you is focused in your cock, like a powerful conductor. But I have a warning for you. When you come—when your cock ejaculates—you’ll break the spell. You’ll remain in whatever condition you’re in at that instant. So unless you want to stay in three pieces, you’d better hold off.” He smiled, and slid my cock through his fist. “Of course, you won’t have much control.”

He returned to my body and struck it with the cock, wielding it like a blackjack. The body jumped like a startled animal.

He dug the nails of his left hand into my right nipple and pulled the body, headless, sexless, up onto tiptoes. He stepped forward and rubbed his cockhead against the denuded stump where my cock had been. My body responded instantly—thighs parted, hips rocking back and forth. The body rubbed its groin against the blunt tip of Michael’s cock.

He bent at the knees, lowering his cock and breaking the contact. My body followed blindly. The hairless groin sank down and searched for Michael’s cock, found it, rubbed itself on the silky knob. Humping, like a bitch in heat.

Michael folded smoothly to his knees and settled his ass on his ankles, his hard cock pointing up like a missile. The handcuffed body spread its knees and squatted deeply, craving more contact.