Tannim's Jump Rope
by tannim
January 6, 2009

	Tannim stretched his legs as he got ready.  Squatting down, standing up, back down again.  He stretched his left leg far to the left, and squatted again, right leg to the right and squatted yet again to stretch the muscles.  Normally he didn't bother, but with what he had planned, he wanted to keep it up for a while.

	The dragon smiled as he thought about the recording he was making, it was something he'd wanted to do for a while, but had just never gotten around to.  He slipped out of his shirt and slipped on the special one he'd ordered.  The front read "Pump It Up" with the P raised just a bit.  Under the P was a bike pump with the cord pumping what could be a large vulva or a pair of balls.  He enjoyed that it could be left up to the viewer.  When viewed as a pair of testicles, though, it fit him better.

	Tannim's own nuts were hanging between his legs, but his scrotum was wrapped around his waist several times like a rope belt.  The end of the "belt" draped over his his currently unaroused sheath which was hidden by the shirt after he put it on.  He clipped an old MP3 player to the shirt and put the ear buds in his ears and turned on the song that the camera wouldn't pick up.

	Finally ready he grasped his scrotum, just above his balls and uncoiled them from around his waist.  Coil after coil unwound until his scrotum lay on the floor like a fleshy eight foot long rope with a rounded end.  The dragon enjoyed unwinding his overly stretched sack and loved how long it had grown.  The could stretch further still if tugged but the relaxed state was plenty long for what he planned.

	Again he grabbed his sack behind his balls with his right hand, this time about ten inches behind them.  Tannim wrapped the extra length around his wrist so they dangled with a little slack out of the way.  He gripped his scrotum about thirteen inches from his groin with his left to leave enough slack and began.

	He spread his hands to spread out the soft scrotal rope into a long smooth loop and flung it over his back.  There was enough slack in it to let it fly over his head easily and it thumped against the floor with a fleshy slap.  He winced, just a bit but then grinned.

	"Yeah, it aches, but it's worth it." He said to the camera as he swung them back over his head.

	His special jump rope flew over him and arced down.  He jumped just before it got to his feet and it slid smoothly under him with another fleshy SLAP onto the floor.  The long dragon sack swung behind him and up over his head again.  Another jump, another slap, another slide and wing. And then another rotation.

	Tannim's balls bounced at his wrist as he jumped, his sheath flopped heavily but flaccidly under his shirt.  He wasn't trying to get aroused while jumping his scrotal rope, an erection would get in the way too much.  He had to curl his tail around his leg to keep it out of the way as it was.  He'd felt that as soon as he tossed his scrotum back the first time.

	The thumping on the ground ached in a good way though, and soon he found himself panting.  His tongue hung out, his left eye closed a bit.  He had to concentrate to not swell and ruin the show with a stiff dragon dick slapping his belly each jump.  His balls around his wrist unwound as he continued to jump the rope until they dangled and bounced several inches under his hand.

	Tannim let them be since he didn't want to stop.  They got in the way a bit, slapping against the fleshy rope every down swing, but they also added to the entertainment.  Every time his rope slapped them they swung in a circular motion, adding more movement to the video.  The ball pain from being mildly beaten wasn't a problem.  He enjoyed a bit of ball busting and sped up his swings to hit them a bit harder.  He kept jumping, while his belly clenched with each new slap to his balls.

	Time after time his feet hit the floor and push him back up into the air moments before his scrotal rope slaps the tile floor and swing under and over him.  Time after time his balls and whipped by the thick cord on its way down.  Every swing the length of his flesh is slightly different.  The loose tissue stretched with inertial depending on the speed of the swing.  The faster he swung the longer it grew as more of the soft skin spread out.

	The dragon tried to vary the speeds, but didn't have to.  His body couldn't maintain a set speed and varied it constantly without any effort.  The best he managed to do was make it really fast a few times before he had to slow down or trip.  His balls swung crazily as he sped up one last time.  Both his legs wobbled a bit and a bulge was rapidly pushing his shirt up and out of the way.  He'd lost control and gotten too aroused from the activity.

	Tannim's breathing was heavy from more than just the workout.  He'd gotten off on the minor ball busting too much and a dark spot rapidly bloomed into a big oval in the front.  His cock flopped out finally, stiffening fully for the camera as it bounced with him.  As he'd worried, it swung up and slapped his belly with each jump and put him off balance.  The scrotal rope passed over it easily though.

	He kept jumping, nearly five full minutes on the camera, the growing strain showed as he struggled to catch his breath.  His lust grew, the ache in his balls, the constant belly slapping, the thump of his scrotum itself slapping onto the ground, even the tug of his hand on the length of sack between his grip and his groin. They all made his pleasure build higher and urge him ever onward.

	While he hadn't intended to have it, he didn't mind the orgasm as it hit.  His grip slipped, his last jump made him land heavily, his rope and balls at the end swung freely right towards the camera like a whip.  The dragon's long sack flung forward with his testicles at the far end trailing behind until they whipped forward just missing the camera by a few inches.  They struck the wooden chair instead, sending the deep guttural pain of a hard nut punch along the lengthy cords and to his gut.  His cum spurted out of his shaft as it slapped his belly and hit his chin before for the first load.  The rest spray out copiously into the air before him as his dick bounces back down.

	He tugged on the base of his sack, holding it and not his erection as he rode out his orgasm.  Seven more loads shot onto the floor before he came down.  He sagged, panting, his cock drooling the last bit of cum onto the floor under him.  A few moments of recovering and he waved to the camera.    He stumbled over to it, saved the movie to his computer, and turned it off.  After catching his breath he wound his balls back around his waist while waiting for his friends to come on to show it off.