One perfect kick to my brother’s nuts
Okay, since a ton of people asked for more IRL adjacent stories, and most of my ball-kicking episodes with my brother happened in the heat of an argument or because he was being extra annoying, but there were definitely a handful that were just… a little more, personal. This is about one of those.
It was a random afternoon. Mom was at work, and I was folding laundry in the basement, and he came down to grab his basketball shorts out of the dryer. Super casual, zero guard up was literally the first thing my mind went too, lol.
He reaches past me to yank his stuff out of the dryer and, being a jack ass, he hip-checks me out of the way like I’m furniture. Not hard, just that lazy “move, you’re in my spot” kinda thing. Normally I would’ve just called him an asshole, but the combination of:
1. him being so damn smug
2. the fact that his legs were slightly apart while he rummaged through the clothes I just finished drying
3. me already being in the mindset of WANTING to kick his sack
…lit the little fuse in my brain again.
I didn’t even really plan the words, I just heard myself go:
“Y-you really just going to but into me like that?"
“You’re dramatic. Move faster next time.” He laughs without even turning around.
And that was it. That tiny dismissive laugh was the green light my brain needed.
I stepped back half a step... just enough to get the right angle, planted my left foot, and swung my right leg up in a smooth, flawless arc. No words or theatrics, just a quick, deliberate instep kick aimed straight into the center of the dangling targets between his legs!
The contact was... fucking perfect.
My bare foot sank in deep, I felt the soft, heavy give of his nutsack folding around the top of my foot, then the denser resistance of his actual testicles getting mashed upward and slightly flattening as they couldnt escape my kick!
There was that perfect, sickening little *thud* sound that only happens on a direct, undefended hit on a guys balls!
He made this startled, choked “NNNGG!!” noise, like someone just punched the air out of him. His knees buckled instantly. One hand slapped the dryer door for balance while the other flew down to cup everything. He kind of froze there for a second, bent forward, mouth open, eyes huge, before the real pain wave hit and he sank straight down to his knees on the concrete floor.
“Ohhh fuck… my balls… oh god my fucking balls… Sarah… why… my nuts… you just… my balls…” He moaned, rocking back and forth as he nursed his swelling sack.
I stood there looking down at him, foot still hovering a little, feeling that hot, buzzing rush flood through my chest again. The exact same cocktail I always chased... guilt...adrenaline... this weird giddy satisfaction that I just did the forbidden thing and got away with it.
I crouched down so I was eye-level with his red, miserable face.
“Ooh, did I hit your nuts?” I asked, trying (and failing) to sound innocent.
“You crushed my balls … why would you do that…?”
“Because you hip-checked me like I was invisible. And also… your balls were just hanging there. Easy target.” I said with a shrug as a smirked.
He didn’t say anything back for a while, just rocked back and forth breathing through his teeth while cradling his poor flattened package.
“I can literally feel my heartbeat in my balls right now… you hit them so fucking hard…” he wheezed through the pain after a good 5 minutes of moaning.
“Yeah I know. I felt them squish, I'm pretty sure I got both your nuts that time too!" I said, unable to hold back a giggle as I started to walk out of the room with the clothes bin as he shot me the most pathetic, betrayed glare.
“You’re such a bitch...”
“Maybe...” I said, stepping over his curled-up body “But you’re still gonna limp upstairs and leave me alone to finish folding, so… sucks for you and your poor sack.”
I walked past him toward the stairs and Behind me I heard him mutter,
"I swear to god if you ever kick me in the nuts again…”
I turned around at the bottom step, grinning.
“The next time i kick your balls, the only thing that might be different, is how hard i kick them~”
He just moaned into his knees again.
And yeah… I did it a few more times after that day. Not every week or anything dramatic, but whenever the stars aligned (he was being cocky, his guard was down, the house was empty, and I felt that itch again), I usually found a way to land one more perfect, nut-cracking kick.
Looking back now, I know it was messed up. I know it hurt him way more than I ever let on in the moment. But at the time? That rush of breaking the biggest “don’t ever do that” rule and watching him melt to the floor clutching himself and moaning my name & “my balls” was too amazing!
I’m glad I eventually did quit. But damn… some of those clean hits still live rent-free in my head, and probably his nutsack 🤭