You stumble in a witches house. You are watching her cast spells and brew up potions, and she is getting annoyed. You didn't even say hello, you are just standing there being a creep. She tries to ignore you, but you are getting turned on by being a creepy voyeur. You want to see some magic? Well, be careful what you wish for. She grabs some magic clay and begins to shape it into a dick. She casts a spell on it, and it instantly becomes solid. It's no longer clay. But something is different. She points out that your boner is suddenly gone. You reach down to check and your dick is gone! It d...

You stumble in a witches house. You are watching her cast spells and brew up potions, and she is getting annoyed. You didn't even say hello, you are just standing there being a creep. She tries to ignore you, but you are getting turned on by being a creepy voyeur. You want to see some magic? Well, be careful what you wish for. She grabs some magic clay and begins to shape it into a dick. She casts a spell on it, and it instantly becomes solid. It's no longer clay. But something is different. She points out that your boner is suddenly gone. You reach down to check and your dick is gone! It disappeared. But it didn't go far. You see, she used magic to castrate you. She is holding it. Your ability to feel pleasure is in her hands, literally. She holds the power to either let you go on through life without ever feeling pleasure, or return it back to you when she decides. Who knows. But you probably won't creep around a witch anymore. She taunts you about being a dickless perv and decides she can be REALLY mean and tease you with your body now that you are harmless. She snaps her fingers and her dress disappears. She rubs all over her half naked body and shakes her ass in your face while holding on tightly to your manhood. She occasionally takes it out to play with it and see if you can feel when she is touching it, or sticking it in between her butt cheeks. She can do whatever she wants with it and you won't be able to enjoy it. Ever again. Until she returns it to you of course. But we never know if or when she will. You just have to face the consciences of being a creep.