The Silk Necktie
This is a weird one-- maybe you'll like it, maybe you won't, but either way here it is out of my head and onto the page. Heavily inspired by THIS older, non-tf story.
I've always gotten along great with my brother-in-law Jeremy. You'd never guess that by just looking at us-- he's the epitome of a hulking muscle jock, while I'm more of the slender, bookish type. But his wife and my husband are siblings, and neither of us knew that magic was real until after we had each gotten married.
"So, I hear Rebecca recently cast a spell on you," I said, placing a beer on the table in front of him. "And Rebecca says that it has massively spiced up your bedroom, whatever it is, so now Samuel wants to cast it on me. They're probably trading notes as we speak. So what can you tell me about it?"
He smiled at me, giving me a smug grin before taking a huge swig from his can. "Sorry, bro. Becca's already sworn me to secrecy about it. She knows how gossipy you get, and they both want it to be a surprise."
"Okay, true," I admitted. "But I have ways of getting you to talk... like this!" I lunged forward, grabbing the baseball cap off of his head. He let out the weirdest scream before chasing after me.
It didn't take long for him to catch up to me, of course, but instead of our normal tug of war banter, he just stood over me. "Bruh. Not the hat, not today. Just... give it back. I can't tell you anything else. We can get together after Sam casts it on you, and get drunk about it then. Okay? But it's a surprise."
I stared at him, noticing how he was panting heavily for breath despite exerting very little effort. His nipples had completely hardened, and I could see them poking through the fabric of his tight polo shirt. Was this going to be some sort of constant arousal spell? No wonder Samuel was eager to cast it on me. Jeremy wasn't going to tell me either way, so I apologized and gave him his hat back. The four of us had an enjoyable afternoon, though my anticipation overshadowed everything else.
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"You've been patiently waiting this whole time," Samuel said, once Jeremy and Rebecca had left. He smiled as he started tracing runes of power in the air, his fingers glowing with magical energy. I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing him casting spells like this, but I know he hates it when I fawn over things he considers to be completely normal. "I suppose you want me to cut to the chase?"
"Only if you do," I said, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve. The casual indifference was his favorite part of foreplay, and I knew how to play my part well. "I'm fine with the dining room. You know how much I hate cleaning the sofa afterwards."
Samuel stepped forward, lowering himself onto his knees to unfasten my pants. "You really are cutting to the chase," I said, placing my hands on the top of my head. He seldom enjoyed oral-- he was more about sloppy makeouts and topping-- so I was certainly not going to object. My cock sprang to attention as he rolled down the waistband of my boxers. He grabbed it firmly in his left hand, causing me to let out a soft moan as the warmth of his grip rippled up my spine.
I had expected him to start playing with the tip of my manhood with his tongue, but instead he pulled his hand away-- taking my cock and balls with him. "What the fuck?" I yelled, too confused to be angry. "That's mine, give that back!" I could feel it resting against the hardwood floor where he had placed it, and I could feel his fingers tracing my shaft as he kept casting whatever spell he had in mind.
After what felt like an eternity, he picked it back up off of the floor. I extended my hand to take it from him, but instead he started pulling and stretching it as if it were made of taffy. I let out a panicked cry, but it didn't actually hurt. Samuel was turning my junk into a silk necktie in front of my eyes. The process was edging me to the point of madness-- my body responded like I was rock hard-- but my body may as well have been a Ken Doll for all that it mattered. I looked up at him with desperation in my eyes.
"It's easy enough to reverse," he said, flashing that same smug grin that had caused me to fall for him all those months ago. "Even though it's just a necktie, you can feel everything." He ran his fingers along the length of the tie for emphasis, and it felt as if his fingers were teasing the shaft of my erect cock. "Everything except completion, that is. Now you can walk around in public with a massive erection, and only you and I will know the truth of it. Only I get to control when you can cum."
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I apologized to Jeremy the next time we met up-- how could I have ever known that his wife had turned his dick into a hat? He knew right away that Samuel had turned mine into a necktie, and we commiserated over the feeling of constant edging. Maybe our spouses would get tired of the spell over the next few weeks... but maybe not. Neither of us wanted to admit to the other that we actually liked it.
I anchored my cock in place with the tie clip that Samuel had bought for this purpose-- it was enough of a sensory overload to feel through the silk necktie without it flapping around in the wind. For the most part, I was used to the feeling of my own hands on my new cock, as well as the reassuring warmth as it rested against my chest. I was no longer embarrassed every time I had to sit down to pee, although I do miss being able to use a urinal. Samuel doesn't give me any time with my real cock outside of our time in the bedroom, and I'm slowly getting used to the feeling of absence between my legs.
He came up behind me and traced his fingers across the raised stripes-- he loved hearing me gasp for breath at the sudden, unexpected sensations. "I've already made our dinner reservations for tonight," he said as he rubbed my shoulders. "There's also a tailor nearby... I thought maybe we could also get you measured for a new suit?" I looked into his eyes. We both knew a tailor would brush his hands against my tie while collecting my measurements. I bit my lip, and nodded in agreement.
"Then it's a date," he said, wrapping his hand around my throat and brushing his fingers against the knot of my cock as he pulled me close for a deep kiss. I would have cum right then and there, if only my body had the necessary equipment.
