Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of gay male, incest, non-consensual or reluctant sexual situation.
All characters depicted here are 18+
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WARNING- this chapter drifts into some slightly more extreme territory than past chapters.
The two boys were trapped in a daze. Barley sat on the bed staring at Elliot's minute dick, waiting to hear his story.
"I don't know how the hell it happened but I woke up this morning and it was just....like this!" Elliot sounded extremely distressed. "I panicked and begged my Mom to let me stay home. I just couldn't go into practice with the guys, they'd tear me apart."
Barley was still processing the situation. He took a break to try and console his friend, "C'mon, they wouldn't be that bad."
"Yeah they would. You just said they gave Danny so much crap just cause he popped a boner."
Barley frowned as he felt a tinge of guilt. Hedleft out the part where he was responsible for exposing Danny to the team, as well as Danny being dragged off to the showers naked.
"But that's not the same. Danny's always had a tiny dick. They've seen yours before, they know this isn't how you usually look," Barley reassured him.
Elliot's face dropped, looking hurt. Hearing Barley confirm his tiny size was a massive blow to what little self-esteem he had left.
"It doesn't matter. One of them would let it out and then the whole school would know. Then my life would be over." Eliot dropped his arms, letting his shirt fall to cover the little wrinkled pile of flesh where his cock used to be.
"Elliot...uhh...I'm not sure how to put this but...." Barley was choosing his words very carefully, "Are you sure it's not.....I dunno.... Just cold.."
Elliot shot him a look that could kill.
"Maybe?" Barley added anxiously.
"Fuck's sake Bar, you've seen it before, you know it's not this small!" Elliot affirmed.
"I know, I know but maybe you had a semi when i saw it? I never saw it hard," Barley explained, trying his best to be supportive, "So I only have your word to go off."
Feeling defeated, Elliot pulled up his pants and boxers, "God, you sound just like my Mom." He slumped onto the bed next to Barley.
"Wait, she knows?"
"Yeah. When I saw it I just screamed and she barged in. She said the same things you did, 'are you sure it's not meant to be like this, some boys are just a little smaller, it's not the size that counts it's how you use it', it was so embarrassing." He lowered his head into his hands, "She only gave me the day off school because I started crying."
"But she's seen it hard hasn't she? You said she caught you jacking off a bunch of times,"
"Yeah, but she wasn't exactly stopping to examine it was she? She just assumed she saw it wrong I guess and didn't believe me,"
Barley didn't know what to do, he couldn't figure how Elliot's dick could've changed size like that. He'd seen it so many times and it never looked semi-hard, it always just looked soft as well as long.
"I believe you man, but you gotta admit it doesn't make any sense." Barley wrapped his arm around the slumped over Elliot's back.
"I know. It's weird, today I actually thought maybe I deserve this," he whimpered.
"What do you mean?"
"Just for laughing at Jay yesterday. I actually thought that's what this was, karma for laughing at Jay's little dick. You saw me, I must be the same size as him now right?" Elliot looked up, red-faced with tears in his eyes.
"Yeah, I guess you are about the same as Jay....." Then it hit him, "Oh fuck...." Slowly it all fell into place. "That sick, twisted little fucker!" Barley spat out.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Elliot asked, confused.
Oh crap
, Barley thought. He knew Jay had something to do with this, but he couldn't tell Elliot. It would mean telling him he was a witch. How could he hope Elliot would even start to understand?
"Oh god I'm so sorry Elliot, this is all my fault," he confessed. He was overrun with guilt. If he hadn't gone after Jay then he never would have retaliated like this.
"I promise I'll make this right." He got up running over to the window but he felt Elliot grab him.
"Wait you can't leave! Please you gotta tell me what's going on," Elliot held tight to Barley's hand. There was a thick glaze of desperation in his eyes.
Barley put his hand up to Elliot's face pulling him in close. "I'm sorry, once I fix this I promise..." He paused, hesitant to make this commitment, "I'll tell you everything."
He jumped up onto the open window ledge ready to jump.
Elliot called out, "Dude what the hell are you doing? Are you trying to break your neck?"
Barley looked out the window and let loose a sharp *whistle*. He turned back to look at Elliot who was holding his arm to stop him falling. With a confident smile, he grabbed Elliot's shirt and pulled him in fast, pushing his mouth hard against his friend's lips. Locked in a passionate embrace, Barley held his hand out the window. As he savoured the last few seconds of the heat from Elliot's face against his own, he felt the long wooden handle of the broom he lost shoot into his hand.
Taking his cue Barley pulled away. Unsure of what to say, he stared into Elliot's emerald eyes and simply said, "See you soon."
Elliot was aghast as he quickly went from admiring Barley's adorable face to him slipping out the window.
"HOLY SHIT!" He called out, throwing his head out after him.
Looking down, he expected to see his friend a mangled mess on the ground. Instead, he barely had time for his eyes to adjust to the dark when he saw Barley shoot straight up into the air. Elliot fell back onto the floor stunned.
What the hell was that?
Elliot's mind screamed.
He scrambled to his feet looking out the window again. Briefly glancing down he saw no sign of Barley. Utterly perplexed he looked up into the sky and was amazed by what he saw. For the most fleeting moment, he could have sworn he saw Barley flying into the night.
Thinking aloud he asked, "Was that a....broom?"
***
Barley flew home with the sight of the town passing him below, focusing on his balance so not to fall. His hair billowed in the cold night air. For all he'd done it before with his Mom the sensation of flight wasn't entirely lost on him. He couldn't deny it was incredible to be soaring through the air on his own. He was staying high to avoid any chance of being seen but that was the least of his worries. He was on a mission and Jay was his target. He'd warned Jay he'd be coming for him if he came after him or his friends but he never planned to follow through. He was sure the threat would be enough.
He soon came up to the house, spotting his mother driving down the path into town. As he dove towards Jay's open window, he was glad his mother was out. Things were about to get loud.
He crashed through the window. Jay had been standing in the centre of the room when Barley flew in so both brothers were knocked to the ground in the crash. Dazed and confused, Jay sat up groaning.
"Wha...what..." Jay said woozily.
He didn't have time to gather his thoughts.
"YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" Barley yelled.
There was a loud whoosh, followed by the rough bristles of the broom being swung into Jay's face. With a loud *thwack*, his head was knocked back.
"OUCH!" Jay cried.
Barley threw the broom down and tackled his brother. The two rolled on the floor breathing heavily, desperately trying to gain the upper hand.
Jay had his head slammed against the floor with his arm held behind his back. Barley pushed all his weight on his brother to keep him pinned down.
Barley prepared to cast a freezing spell to hold Jay in place. "Grogon...."
Oh no you don't
! Jay thought, raising his free hand. "Locomatio!"
One of the drawers from the bedside cabinet flew out hitting Barley square in the gut. He fell to the ground with the wind knocked out of him. This was bad, if he couldn't breathe he couldn't cast!
Jay spun up to his feet raising his hand for another spell. Thinking fast Barley spun on his ass, sweeping Jay's leg knocking and him on the ground again. As Barley leapt up to charge, Jay swiftly lurched his hand forward, projecting, "Zasuria!"
There was a flash and Barley was paralyzed. Every muscle tensed up as he felt jolt after jolt of electricity fire from Jay's fingertips into his seizing body. After a few seconds, the spell subsided, letting his limp body flop to the ground.
Red-faced, Jay stood up catching his breath. Pacing toward Barley's twitching body, Jay smiled arrogantly.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I think I'm going to enjoy this."
He pointed at Barley again, "Locomo-corpus."
Barley felt himself lift off the ground. Very unsteadily he floated through the air, not yet having regained control of his body. Once he was over the bed he was spun around, facing down. Jay dropped his hand, canceling the spell and letting Barley fall hard, landing on his knees with his face buried into the pillows and his butt pushed up into the air.
"What was the spell you used on me?" Jays said sinisterly, "Oh yea, that was it. Gorgonis!"
Barley felt a cold shiver run through his previously numb body as he was frozen solid. Only his head could still move. This wasn't how he planned this. He'd expected a repeat of their previous fight, with Jay being easy to take down. Things were different this time. Jay seemed stronger somehow and his spells more fluid and honed.
Barley fought with all his strength but he couldn't budge. All he could do was shift his head from side to side. As he regained his breath the fear set in. He suddenly wasn't so happy that his mother had just left the house since it was now just him and Jay.
"So, Barley learned to fly did he?" Jay crept up to his brother admiring the compromising position he'd put him in.
