Mike raised the brush as if to whack the stable boy in the balls.
"Wait!" shouted Christine, "Pull his trousers off, and as I incant sweep his balls away from him and toward you."
"You mean brush them toward me, what good with that do?"
"Well, if I get it right, you'll be ungelded and the stable boy will be singing soprano forever."
"Shit, no, you can't!" the stable boy cried struggling against the magic arrows pinning him to the wall as Mike pulled down his trousers and boxers to reveal his manhood.