All characters depicted here are 18+
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Standing outside Jays door Barley felt a familiar tingle in his groin. He looked down to see once again he was fully erect. He couldn't make heads or tails of this. The thrill of going to challenge his brother gave him such a kick. He thought back to what his mother told him about using this feeling to fuel his magic.
"Could this really be what mom meant?" He thought.
Reluctantly he turned away from Jays room. As he walked down the hall he pondered his options. He couldn't face his brother in this state and even if he wasn't hard, what would Jay do if he felt cornered? Barley had no idea what wild or sadistic spells Jay might throw at him in a fit of rage. He needed to plan a decent defence.
Back in his room he knelt down by the chest at the foot of his bed, pausing to readjust his agitated cock through his jeans into a more comfortable position. After a few moments rummaging through the contents he found what he was looking for. It was a small origami butterfly with the word "Patridium" written across the wings. It was a gift his mother gave him as a child after a particularly heated fight between the boys.
Years back, Jay had invited some friends over and had kept magically pulling Barleys pants down in front of them.
He remembered how they kept goading Jay, "Get his undies down too!"
Although Jay was clearly trying and almost did, he failed time after time. After Morgan separated the two boys she explained to Jay that was no way to exploit his gifts. Jay paid her no mind and sauntered off with his friends.
Barley told her, "He always does this mom. He uses magic to prank me cause I can't do it back."
Morgan thought for a moment then gave him the small paper bird.
"You need to try and stand up for yourself honey. But until you can, use this. It's a talisman imbued with a shield spell. If Jay ever tries again just hold the bird, think of a safe place and say the word. Do that and it will block any basic spell," she explained.
Barley used to use it daily to hold off Jay but it was very inconsistent. However he was desperate for any protection he could find. Holding it in his hand he wondered if he could perfect its effects. With his mother's explanation maybe he could figure it out. He recalled her example of using the feeling of the shower to make it rain outside. So if he could somehow create a feeling of safety, could he then make the shield spell protect him?
In theory it made sense but he needed the right situation, the right fuel. He wouldn't be safe confronting Jay, so he'd have to make himself safe in a dangerous place. He tried to remember the last time he felt safe in a dangerous situation. And then it hit him. The garage!
When he was in there earlier he knew it was dangerous, that he might get caught, and eventually did. But he felt so at bliss in that moment of sexual pleasure.
"No that won't work," he thought.
The memory was tainted by his mother. Every time he thought of it he was overcome with that same shame of her finding him hunched over cock in one hand and his other teasing his asshole. But it was so close to the perfect feeling he needed.
"If only she hadn't walked in," he thought.
Then as though a little devil was whispering in his ear he remember something. She wasn't home.
He stood up trembling with anticipation, feeling afraid but still excited by the danger of what he was about to do. His rigid member rubbing against his jeans felt like it was taunting him to follow through with his crazy idea. Worst case scenario Jay found him but he needed that risk. Cautiously he went back down to the garage hoping to reignite the same rush. With every step he felt the heartbeat quicken and his cock twitch
He entered and looked around the site of his recent humiliation. He checked and noticed no stains on the floor, his mother must've cleaned up the "mess" he made.
"Damn she's just the best," he thought feeling a tinge of shame at the thought of his mother cleaning his stray boy seed. He looked around the room slowly stroking his boner through his jeans observing his surroundings. Once again he unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to the ground along with his boxers.
He quickly picked up where he left off earlier getting a steady pace jerking his sizeable cock and arching his head back. He held his left Palm infront of his exposed cock head to massage it with every thrust. As he built momentum he focused on the danger he was In. That at any moment his brother could walk in. He was now viciously fucking his hand with thick precum leaking over his tightly clenched fists. But something was missing.
He recalled earlier how he'd began teasing his hole for the first time and how much he wanted to do it again. He took his left hand now glazed in precum and lead it directly behind him. Squatting down to gain better access, his thick legs planted him to the ground holding him steady. His long middle finger now nicely lubed up by his own semen gently graze his virgin hole.
As soon as he made contact he let out a light gasp. He knew he wanted this. It was so bizarre to him. He'd had this lust before many times but it had always seemed so dirty. Now however he wanted to be dirty. He wanted more than just jerking off to pictures and videos. He wanted to engage every nerve in his body, too explore every forbidden crevice in the search of this new ecstasy.
Gently his finger teased his anus smoothly poking in further and further. It didn't hurt, it just felt so new. His finger slid in and out in rhythm with his right hand jerking his pulsating rod. It was a rush unlike any he'd had before. His ass clenched tight around his intruding digit. The feeling of his hole stretching and contracting around each thick joint of his finger was an intense new experience. He felt so at risk of being caught but at the same time he felt safe in this newest pleasure.
Barley closed his eyes taking note of everything he was feeling right now. Parts of his body felt like they were crying out for attention. His balls slapped hard against his thighs like they were craving any degree of touch available. His abs were tensing and relaxing with ever long drag on his cock. He continued only distracted slightly by a tingling in his lips. He lightly closed his jaw around his lower lip letting it crawl through his teeth. But it wasn't enough. There was something missing. Something more he wanted but he didn't know what.
Shaking this thought from his brain he aimed his focus back to his quivering hole. His finger slid deeper through his lubed opening feeling the heat of his till then most unexplored realm of pleasure, until it hit something. A small fleshy mound that sent a fast electric shock firing through him from head to toe. Like swift waves coursing through him of orgasmic joy. He didn't hold back and let his cock fire off his second orgasm of the day out his rock hard pulsing cock.
"Oh...oh fuck.. UNHhhh!" He groaned as Stream after stream of hot cum launched out his dick onto the floor. Letting the feeling take over he submitted entirely to his most basic instincts to submerge himself in this bliss.
He'd done it. He'd found that feeling of safety in danger he'd been looking for. Now he knew he could use the shield spell properly if he had to, he just had to remember this feeling.
He came to a stop, standing up straight to look at the mess he made. He scanned the room for a rag or something to clean up with and found an old towel. Quickly grabbing it he set about cleaning up the mess. He had to remove all evidence. Only half an hour ago he'd promised his mother he would refrain from using the garage for his sexual exploits. He was sure if he explained it was to further understand his sexuality and magical skill she'd be understanding but if he could he was eager to avoid a repeat of the conversation she had with him earlier.
While he was scrubbing at the ground he knocked over a pile boxes . He quickly cleaned up the last of his cum off the floor, wiped down his toned chest and crotch and threw the old towel in the laundry hamper.
He turned his attention to the pile of boxes he'd knocked over and set about picking it up. Among the clutter he found a farmiliar object he hadn't seen in years, the old bird cage.
He became flush with embarrassment remembering its significance. The last time he saw it was the day the family parrot escaped. The day he last failed at magic and wound up naked in front of his entire extended family. His mum must have put it down here when Pernasus flew away.
He didn't want to look at it as it just stirred up his most humiliating memory. Picking it up however he saw that it wasn't empty. He wouldn't have given it much thought had he not recognised the cages odd occupant. His suspicions were confirmed as he reached in the cage and pulled out that same hideous itchy outfit he'd been wearing that day. The outfit he hated so much and then just disappeared leaving him cold and exposed to all those peering eyes. He felt itchy just looking at it but what the hell was this thing doing here? It had been neatly folded and covered in the straw lining the base of the cage.
He put the cage back on its shelf and headed out the garage taking the dusty old outfit with him. Walking through the house to the large main hall staircase. He couldn't put it down, it was just too perplexing. Did his mother put it there? Why wouldn't she just throw it out? Did he put it there after that shameful day and just forget? It just made no sense. His train of thought was interrupted by Jay's shrew piercing voice.
"Hey dickless I'm going out so don't leave without locking up," He said condescendingly, clearly assuming that Barley had forgotten their interaction in the locker room that afternoon.
Jay chuckled spotting what his brother was holding.
"Hey look at that it's your old dress suit. Haven't seen that since the last family get together. Well the first half of the get together anyway. As I recall you spent the bast part of that day in your birthday suit," He said cackling at Barleys visible discomfort.
"It wasn't the best part of the day it was like a minute at most," he said feeling his blood boil in a mix of anger and embarrassment.
"Yea but it was still the best part of that day. Even if it was a very "little" part," Jay said sneering wickedly holding his pinky finger up. Waving it mockingly at his brother.
For all Barley was ready to punch Jay there and then he thought it best not to address the fact that he knew Jay had been spying on him and his teammates just yet. He wanted to test his knew found talents in magic just in case things went south. He wanted to make sure he could match Jay on his own turf. He had after all proven he had no qualms using magic for more nefarious purposes so Barley had to play it safe.
"Whatever, I won't be heading out either way," Barley said innocently
Jay had already turned and was out the door.
"Yea do whatever you want!"
*SLAM*
Barley stood looking at the door angry. He'd never hated his brother. They were brothers after all so they never really hated eachother. But damn this felt close, he wanted to run after Jay and call him out as a cocky prick, an egocentric jerk, a selfish little bitch. All were equally fitting.
"You've got some nerve telling me to do whatever I want. Thats always been your only real talent..." The thought trailed off as Barley had an idea. A possible explanation.
"Do whatever I want," He said aloud. Listening to the words. He looked down at the itchy irritating outfit in his hands.
