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As a child you probably heard the story of the girl named Rapunzal. She was the baby given to a wicked witch when her father was caught stealing from the witch's garden, and her hair grew to such an unusual length. Well, that man had a brother, and he too was caught stealing from the witch. She demanded his first-born child as well, but this baby was a boy. When he was placed in the witch's arms, she drew back the blanket to have a good look at him. She immediately saw the possibilities. She reached out a warty, witchy finger, and touched the bulging little sac of balls between his legs, casting a spell on them. "Your name shall be Scrotumzal, and I have big plans for you when you grow up." So Scrotumzal was taken to the witch's tower and locked in a room high above the ground. Through his infancy and early childhood, Scrotumzal was a normal, although an exceedingly handsome, little boy. But when he reached puberty, remarkable changes began to take place. He grew taller, of course, and his body became quite muscular and manly, and his face became even more handsome. But the most astonishing changes were taking place between his legs! His cock grew larger, long and thick, crowned with a large mushroom head covered by a drooping foreskin. Large as his cock was, it was no bigger than that of any other well-endowed mans. But his balls grew as big as large potatoes, and his scrotal sacs stretched to let those "spuds" reach the floor! With all that hanging between his thighs, Scrotumzal no longer wore his pants, but went about his tower room totally naked, his balls dragging on the floor behind him. Now the witch became a more frequent visitor, sometimes just looking at him with an odd expression on her ugly face, but sometimes lifting his balls from the floor to carress them in her hands. She would pull on his sac, gently at first, then harder and harder until it hurt. Then she would smile at his frightened face, and then carefully place his balls back down on the floor. No matter how often she came to see him, she never touched any other part of him; not his handsome face; not his beautiful body; not his hard, throbbing cock. Only his big balls and the unusual bag they hung in. He couldn't know that she was strengthening the spell she had first cast on him. His scrotum grew longer after each of the witch's visits. At first he pulled his balls back between his legs, up his back, and let them hang over his shoulder down the front, where they hung at a level similar to other men. But after many more visits, his velvety smooth bag seemed determined to reach the floor. His sac was finally so long, that he could leave his balls lying on the floor in the middle of the room, and walk about as he pleased, his scrotum like a lifeline to his manhood behind him. One day when Scrotumzal was about eighteen, and he was bored with watching the world go by from his high tower window, he was suddenly seized with a fit of exhibitionism. He looked down at the ground so far below, and on an impulse, he gathered up his gonads and dropped them out the window! To his surprise and delight, they hit the ground and bounced! Oh, how GOOD it felt! The warm sun, and the warmer stones of the tower wall against the smooth skin of his sac. And the sensational feel of the impact when his balls hit the soft earth. He hauled his big globes back up, hand over hand, and let them drop again and again. However, he failed to notice, all caught up in his sexual pleasure, that each time his balls hit the ground and bounced, they bounced and rolled a little farther from the tower. When he finally realized that it was taking longer to pull everything up again, his scrotal sac was over a hundred feet long! Now his ballsac was so bewitched, he could stretch it himself! Full of curiosity, and a lot of pride, he dropped his balls out the window again. Unfortunately, the witch chose that moment to look out her window, to check for more thieves in her garden. Her view was suddenly blocked off by an unusual pinkish curtain. She had no idea what it was, but the sun shining through it cast a pretty pink glow in her room. She opened her window and reached out to grab a fold of the mysterious material. It was warm and soft and pliant. She pulled on it and found that it would stretch. She pulled harder until she could feel some resistance. Then she gave a great tug on it! Far above her, she heard a great cry, and quickly realized what she had in hand. With one last malicious yank on his delicate sac, she raced up to his room, and caught the boy pulling the last twenty feet of his bag through the window. She was furious! "I cast a spell on you when you were just a babe. You would be as other men if not for me. Your balls and the sac they hang in are for MY pleasure, and if I see them hanging out of this tower again.............I'll do some trimming that you'll regret!" And to be sure, she moved the terrified boy to a room even higher in the tower. A year passed. At first Scrotumzal carried his large orbs around in his hands, frightened by the witch's threats. And because they were no longer dragging behind him, his ballsac began to shrink. It finally reached thirty feet in length, but after a hundred feet, it didn't seem as impressive. As the days passed and the witch made no more threats, Scrotumzal would forget to grab up his balls each morning, and finally he let them drag once more. On a warm summer day, Scrotumzal was again at his window, and was again finding time, and his balls, heavy on his hands. He remembered how good it felt to let his scrotum hang against the warm wall of the tower, and the wonderful feeling of his balls rolling in the grass. He just had to feel it once more. He reasoned that his ballsac had shrunk and that he was much higher in the tower. His balls would never reach as low as her window so the witch would never know. Scrotumzal decided to take a chance and hang his balls against the tower wall. He opened the window and carefully lowered his balls over the windowledge. The tower wall was so warm, and it felt wonderful as his ballsac rubbed against the rough stones as it dropped lower and lower. Because it WAS dropping lower, getting longer as it warmed and relaxed in the sunshine. With his eyes shut and an ecstatic look on his handsome face, he kept feeding his bag out the window. Suddenly, to his surprise, he felt the tickly touch of grass on his balls. He opened his eyes and looked way down to where he could just see his balls resting in scrotal folds in the summer grass. He couldn't believe it. He was much higher in the tower and yet his jewels had once again reached the ground. He remembered the last time when they had bounced and rolled farther and farther from the tower. He had to see just how long his sac could become. In a frenzy he hauled his big testicles up the tower. They swung wildly, and bounced off the wall as they went. Now he didn't just drop them from the window, but flung them as far out as he could before they began to fall. Again and again he hurled his huge globes from his window and savagely yanked them back up again. This frenzied abuse not only lengthened his sac, but his balls began to swell as well! Once the size of potatoes, his squash-sized balls hit the ground fifty feet from the tower. His melon-sized organs struck the earth even further. And his scrotal sacs developed so many wrinkles and drooping folds that he could barely grasp his bag beneath his engorged rearing cock. It too had never been so big or swollen, his cockhead like a huge red mushroom about to burst! He began to stroke the full twelve inches with one hand, and twist a handful of his sac with the other. When he finally came, gallons of his juice sprayed from the window and ran in rivers through the folds of his scrotum to soak the ground. Finally spent, he leaned against the window frame, gasping for breath, his cock lying over the windowledge, his scrotum flapping loosely against the tower wall, and his balls in the grass far from the tower buried in folds of scrotal flesh. Luckily for Scrotumzal, the witch was out hunting for poisonous plants, and so she missed this phenominal exhibition. But a passing wizard saw the whole thing. This was a young, handsome, horny, and a very GAY wizard! He had been walking by the witch's tower and, chancing to look up, had seen a pair of very large testicles appear on a windowledge; wizards have very good eyesight! But he couldn't believe his eyes as those balls began to drop. The scrotum just kept coming through the window, and the big nuts kept dropping until they touched the ground. In amazement he watched the scene that followed. The last fling of the gigantic orbs nearly hit him where he stood rooted to the spot. His own large cock had thrust it's way from among his robes, and when he saw the waterfall of cum, he came as well, without even touching himself. walked to where one of the huge balls lay in the grass, and began to pull aside loose folds of scrotal skin until he could lift it from the ground, needing both hands to manage the size and weight of it. Cradling the huge organ against his chest, he took a fold of the sac in one hand. The skin was so fine and thin, with delicate veins running through the soft hairless flesh. Setting the big ball back on the ground, the wizard waded into the yards and yards of scrotum that covered the ground. Measuring from his nose to his thumb, like a tailor, he tried to tell just how many square yards of sac flesh that surrounded him. Looking over to the tower, he saw the tremendous cascade of pink flesh streaming in loose folds from the window high above. In the window itself, he saw a handsome young face still recovering from that gigantic climax. The young wizard was curious to know who this handsome young man was, and how he came to be so favored in the balls department. Of course he knew that a witch or wizard had to be involved, but he'd like to know how to cast such a spell himself. He liked men with big, lowhanging balls, and such a spell could make for some interesting encounters. He called up to the boy, "Who are you, and do you have a cock to match these fantastic balls?" Scrotumzal was startled out of his revery, and looked down to see a very handsome young man standing among the scattered folds of his scrotum. "My name is Scrotumzal, and I'm the prisoner of a wicked witch who lives in this tower." Seeing the wizard's erect cock still protruding from his robes, he added, "My cock isn't any bigger than yours, but my balls and nutsac were bewitched when I was a baby." He suddenly felt embarrassed that someone should not only see his difference, but actually be standing in the middle of it. The wizard however soon put him at his ease. He again picked up a huge testicle and began to tenderly stroke it. "I wish mine were like this. I love to play with a man's balls, the bigger the better. If I can't find someone else's, I'll play with my own." And setting the big organ down again, The wizard dropped his robes and displayed his own large genitals. His cock was still standing erect and Scrotumzal could see a fine pair of big balls stretching their fine-fleshed sac to rest several inches below against the wizard's muscular thighs. "Your's are not what I'm used to, but they look very nice like that. As long as you're happy with them. I like my BIG balls, I like the way they drag on the ground, and the way my sac feels against the warm tower wall. And in the cold winter, I can wrap myself up in my sac to keep warm. It's very handy when you don't have any clothes," explained Scrotumzal. The thought of a totally naked young man decided the wizard. "I've got to meet you. How can I reach you up there?" "There's no door to the tower. The witch comes and goes on her broom. I don't know how you can get in, but you must try, I want to meet you too!" The wizard grabbed a handful of ballsac and said, "This seems to be the only way up. Do you think it will bear my weight?" "It should. I've been pulling those heavy balls around for a long time now. Let me get a good grip on it, and then you try to climb up." Scrotumzal grabbed his sac about three feet below his cock, and braced his feet against the wall. The wizard had several false starts among the loose folds of skin scattered across the grass, but finally found a portion that went taut when he pulled on it. "I'm on my way", he yelled at the window high above him, and slowly began to climb. Slipping on the sweaty sac sometimes, he made slow but sure progress up the tower. Scrotumzal found that the only part of his sac that hurt was the part that went over the windowledge. But he wanted to meet this handsome wizard so much, he ignored any discomfort. Finally the wizard was at the window. He looked in at the handsome youth before him; eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched in his handsome face; sweat running down his powerful chest and arms; his strong hands slipping and gripping on his tremendous sac. "Well, I made it," he said as he entered the room. Scrotumzal opened his eyes and saw before him a handsome, naked young man, with a big swollen cock standing out from his pubic bush and pointing straight at him. He released his bag and immediately reached down to feel the wizard's big balls and sagging sac. "Is this what I would have been like without the spell?" The wizard moved his hips so his balls would swing back and forth between his legs. He pulled them down, and let them spring back up and drop to swing again. "Mine are bigger and hang lower than those of a lot of men, but they're considered normal. I believe you would have been the same as me." Scrotumzal ran his hand up the wizard's cock, then held it against his own throbbing dick. "We're the same here, I bet our balls would have matched as well." He continued to stroke the two cocks with one hand and pull on the wizard's ballsac with the other. As hard as he pulled, the sac would not lengthen. The wizard laughed and said, "Let's get those big balls of yours up here, and we can compare them, too." So with much touching, kissing, licking and laughing, the two young men began to pull Scrotumzal's large balls up the tower. Scrotumzal told the wizard how his bag would grow if his balls were banged against the tower, and they lengthened it a few more feet by swinging the nuts against the wall. Laughing, kissing, groping, and still pulling the long scrotum up the tower, neither of them saw the witch returning, high in the sky on her broom. From far away she saw the heavy folds of scrotum inching it's way up the tower. "I warned him what I would do if I ever saw that thing hanging out the window again." She landed in her garden and snatched up the sickle she used to prune her grapes. Back on her broom, she flew up to Scrotumzal's window, past the drooping folds of scrotal sac that still hung against the tower wall. She flew through the window only to find that Scrotumzal and the wizard had abandoned the job of retrieving the heavy balls, and were in each others arm on the bed. The witch was enraged. She had been saving the boy for herself, and now, not only had someone beaten her to the prize, but it was a MAN! As big as his balls were, her Scrotumzal was GAY! Well they would both suffer. She grabbed the wizard by his hair and dragged him off Scrotumzal. "I'll deal with you in a minute", she snarled at him, "but first I have to punish this wretch for disobeying me." Scrotumzal lay on his back, his mind still focused on his wizard lover, his eyes closed to what was happening. His legs were spread wide, the great mass of his sac flowing over the bed, across the floor, and out the window. Still bemused, he realized that the wizard was no longer lying on top of him. He felt a rough, clawed hand seize his tender scrotum, exactly where it had rubbed on the windowledge during the wizard's climb. He opened his eyes to the horror of the ugly witch standing between his legs, his scrotum held in one hand, a sharp curved sickle in the other. "I warned you once, and still you had to show the world the glory I bestowed on you. That was for my pleasure, and no one else's. I gave it to you, and now I take it back!" Before Scrotumzal could blink, the witch hooked the sickle beneath his sac, pulled back on his fleshy bag, and with one slice, pulled the sharp weopon up through his scrotum. His ballsac came away from his body with the sound of ripping silk. At first he lay completely still, his legs spread, his cock erect. Then the realization hit; they were gone in an instant; one stroke of a sharp knife had severed his big beautiful balls. His amazing hundred feet of scrotum was lost as well. He screamed and sat up on the bed, his hands thrust under his shooting cock. His seed and blood covered his thighs, and he rocked back and forth, sobbing. Finally he rolled onto his side, and drew up his knees. The wizard had watched all this in disbelief, his own cock still pointing at the ceiling, and his balls hanging low, swinging, just as vulnerable to the knife. He quickly covered his genitals with his hands, and backed against the wall by the window. When the castration took place, he involuntarily came in his hands. The witch now turned on him and held out the severed opening of the lost scrotum. "You wanted this so badly, why don't we make a trade. This one for YOURS!" She thrust the lopped-off sac into his hands, and reached down to grasp his own ballsac. Yanking it away from his groin, crushing his balls in her fist, she swung the sickle high in the air. But on her downward stroke, he wrenched himself away from her, only to fall naked out the window. He still held the severed bag in his hands, and as he fell, it ballooned open above him, the huge testicles fell out, and he floated gently to the ground. As he fell, the severed flap of skin began to shrink smaller and smaller, until safely on the ground, the yards and yards of bewitched scrotum had shrivelled to the size of the wizards own nutsac. Before the witch could catch him, the wizard disappeared in a puff of smoke. He was, after all, a wizard! Back in the tower, Scrotumzal still lay sobbing on the bed. Remarkably, the bewitched wound had healed. There was no more pain or blood. But the fact remained; he had no balls either! There was still a lengthy remnant of his sac left hanging under his cock; fleshy enough that no one could tell it was empty, unless they felt it. The witch drove him naked from the tower, his big cock bobbing, his empty sac flapping. She decided that boys were more trouble than girls, and that from now on if anyone wanted anything from her garden, they were welcome to it. Scrotumzal eventually found his way to Austria, where he founded the Vienna Boys' Choir. In its' early days some of the boys were gelded to preserve their sweet voices. It appears that poor Scrotumzal held a grudge. Who can blame him? The wizard, believe it or not, became Santa Claus, and the bewitched scrotal sac became his magic pack, able to stretch to accomodate enough toys for all the children of the world, and yet shrink small enough to fit down a chimney. And what became of the two huge testicles that fell out of Scrotumzal's severed ballsac as the wizard floated to earth? One became Arnold Schwartzenegger and the other Dolph Lundgren. With that much testosterone, what else could you expect? And they all lived happily ever after - except for Scrotumzal, who watches the young men playing with their balls in the showers, and fantasizes about knives, and fingers his fleshy, but empty, ballsac every night. No matter how hard he pulls on it, it won't grow an inch. At least Rapunzal regrew her hair again! |