I knew it was a bad idea. There was no way it could have worked out well, I was just too horny to care and now I have to live with the consequences. Let me explain. It started with finding a spell. It was burried in an old book meant for a trick of detatching your finger and putting it back again, and to my surprise it actually worked perfectly. Of course it wasn't long before I got ideas about using the spell on things other than my fingers. I started small, just using it to remove my cock just to see what it was like. Pretty soon the temptation was too much, and jerking off was replaced with removing my cock and putting it in my own mouth. I started teasing myself, leaving it in a draw beside my bed while I watched porn on the computer on the other side of the house, able to feel how hard I was getting but unable to absentmindedly touch, and with no risk of anyone noticing an awkward erection. That lead to days where I'd just leave it at home and go out without it at all, an entire day at school wondering if any of the girls suspected I'd left something at home, day dreaming about how awkward it would be if anyone caught me in the act. Those days I'd get home practically zombified until I could get to the draw and pull out what I'd by then started to think of simply as "my toy".

Everything gets mundane eventually though, and my mind wandered to a new idea. A bad idea. One I kept pushing out of my thoughts because I knew how easily things could end horribly. But I was a horny, curious young guy, and somehow I convinced myself it wouldn't be that bad, it was worth trying.

First I tested my toy. The spell prevented pain or damage to the detached body part while in effect, so I didn't have to worry about that. Good and bad, it meant one less reason not to try the idea.

Then came a night I'd have the house to myself. I live with my stepmum and stepsister, cliche I know, and they were due to spend the weekend away leaving me two whole days alone. It was a bad idea, but I needed to try it.

They left, and I waited until I was certain they weren't about to run back for some last minute thing. Then I went to my room and took out my toy. I was nervous, but at the same time the thought of how wrong what I was about to do was aroused me. I left my room and walked out into our back yard. Our dog was a small lazy thing that spent most of it's time sleeping, walking around sniffing things, and occasionally playing with one of the various squeaky toys left around. She'd never destroyed anything, or else I'd never risk something this insane, but she'd always been delicate enough.

So I went to the middle of the lawn and placed my "toy" on the grass. It felt odd, the cool blades of grass pressing against delicate skin that rarely sees sunlight. Nice actually. I swallowed hard, and told myself again this was a terrible idea, but I was too horny to hear my own advice. I turned around and went back inside, shut the door and locked it. "Ok." I told myself, "Until tomorrow morning, I don't have a cock, that thing out there is just another one of the dogs toys."

It was a few hours before anything happened. I'd actually forgotten that the cock wasn't sitting in my bedside draw again until I felt a sudden hot breath over it, then an experimental tongue against the tip. I froze in place, feeling both a wave of pleasurable sensation alongside my own horror at what I was letting happen. I felt myself getting harder and harder, which apparently amused the dog because the sensations kept going, and then after about five minutes stopped entirely. I considered going outside and recovering my precious cock then, making myself cum and then washing it as thoroughly as I could. But I'd said one day, and time wasn't up yet. Instead I just took a long breath and tried to relax and carry on with the video game I was playing.

It happened again a few hours after that. This time I gasp out loud and felt like I might cum, but the sensations kept shifting just before I could. I tried to breath through it, and this time I thought to myself "ok, this is far enough."

But that is when the car pulled up. I thought it must have been the neighbours, since nobody was due home until monday so I ignored it. When I heard the front door unlock it was already too late. I heard my step families voices "Can you believe they didn't have any rooms available? How cra- what's that lucy has in her mouth, I don't recogni- Oh my god."

Just a thing floating around my head today :D

How do you think it should continue? I kind of imagine the step family just finding it hilarious, but then telling me no I can't have it back after that - but would they let the dog keep it as a toy? Make me throw it out? Wash it clean and then tell step-sis it's hers now since I obviously can't be trusted to own one?