The truth about kicking my brothers nuts

Okay, I wanted to make a more personal post this time, as I did get a few comments and messages about how my stories have kind of got a bit more fantasized, and that's probably true. So I'm gonna stick to a much more grounded version and perspective this time.

So, basically, just to sum it all up, because I think this is a question I get a lot, there was about a year's period where I realized that kicking someone in the nuts gave me a rush, but at this point it wasn't sexual. I had seen my friend kick her ex-boyfriend in his testicles, and he had such an intense reaction, and I kind of fell in love with it.

I was thinking about that for, I wanna say, about a week or two before I felt the opportunity to kick my brother in his balls. And it was pretty simple. We were having an argument or something, I'm not even sure what it was at this point, to be honest, and I just remembered my friend's ex's face and his reaction.

So as soon as my brother gave me the opportunity, I just did it.

I kicked my brother right in his nuts as hard as I could!

I remember the impact more than anything else, because while most people think you can feel the guy's testicles when you kick them, it's not so tactile as that, but you can definitely tell the difference from, like, kicking someone in the leg compared to when you get their nutsack and the poor trapped orbs inside. It's much more tender, gives on your foot. I couldn't feel his literal nuts, but I definitely knew I hit the targets!

And it was almost immediately intoxicating, the sensation of, oh my God, I literally just kicked his balls. That was my brother's balls. I just squished them. I flattened them. I crushed them. All those kinds of thoughts just went through my head all at once.

Then, of course, he immediately sank to the floor, moaning in a way that... even though I had seen it before, it's like you can't expect it until you're the one who makes it happen. And this wave just rushes over my body and my face goes red. My body goes tingly. I LOVED kicking him in the testicles!

Unlike most people's expectations, I didn't gloat or stand over him, making fun of him and his sore balls or anything like that. As soon as I held his nutsack on my foot and then watched him fall, I kind of just ran away. 🤭

He was moaning about his balls, obviously, but I couldn't really deal with that in a moment. It was almost like it was too stimulating, too forbidden to just sit there and watch him. That basically happened every time... we'd have these little fights. I'd think about how it's the perfect moment, and as soon as he gave me even a slight indication, like if he spread his legs or looked away or anything of that nature.

For about a year, took every opportunity I could to kick him in the testicles (And yes, I know it's a bit weird to say testicles in this context, but honestly, there's something about saying that phrase, that I "kicked my brother's testicles", that's oddly stimulating to me, for lack of a better word 😋).

I'd say it was about 15 to 20 times total that I was able to catch him in his balls before I stopped. And yes, trust me, I know, it wasn't a good thing to do. I know the moral implications of it, but that's something I've had to come to terms with. And I stopped after a year once my friends kind of called me out for it when I tried kicking one of them in the balls and it got a bit awkward. So it became obvious I shouldn't go around kicking guys in the nuts like that.

But I can't help but I do enjoy it. The entire time that I was kicking my brother in his nuts, it wasn't really sexual at that point. It was more just the rush of taboo and naughtiness of going for my own brother's reproductive organs like that.

Obviously at the time I wasn't really thinking of it in such a way, but there was something about kicking him there between his legs, in his nuts, like its RIGHT in his BALLS... that was incredibly euphoric.

Even though it was such a bad thing to do, that in itself only made me want to do it more honestly. But eventually I came to stop and it was about, I'd say two years later before I kind of realized that I was reminiscing a bit too much about it. And it turned into something a little bit more, which is what led me here after I was having a conversation with a friend about weird kinks and they told me about this place.

That's when I started writing stories about it. And of course, Some of my stories are pure fiction, and even the ones that are not, are pretty embellished, because that's half the reason why I wanted to do this, was to kind of just let my imagination run wild when it comes to smacking my brother between his legs. And that's something I awkwardly have a passion for, as a few people who have spoken to me can testify to. 😅

So what I'm gonna do is I'll probably start mixing real stories with fantasy ones, and keep going in that angle, because as I go through the list of times where I kicked my brother in his balls, it becomes a bit tougher to make meaningful stories out of them, because all the events are kind of the same.

I'll try to find ways to mix them up, add different elements, again, add, like, dialogue that clearly never happened, because I basically, literally never, ever mentioned kicking him in the balls to him directly, or how much it must hurt when I kick his nuts, or anything that I would have loved to say, but couldn't in the moment. So I'm gonna add those things to the stories, and of course, if anyone would like to chat about that kind of stuff, I'm more than willing, but I would recommend checking out the post on my profile first, because there are a lot of people who don't quite understand what I'm about here.

Anyway, hopefully this is a bit more of a realistic and down-to-earth story and understanding about what I like to write about, and why I truly loved kicking my brother in his balls. 🥰🤭

Also, as a side note, I do regret the fact that I was hurting him. Don't get me wrong, this is not something that's pure joy in terms of my opinion on it in retrospect, because I know it was bad to hurt him like that. And he knows as well.

We're still good friends now. We've definitely moved past it, and we're actually closer now than we were back then, for sure. Probably because I'm not smacking him in his nutsack anymore. But there's no animosity between us, and while I do understand that some people would be worried about this type of stuff, it ended up all right, and it's much more interesting for people if I play up the having fun side rather than the, oh wow, I probably shouldn't have been kicking my brother in his testicles that hard side of it.

But if you do enjoy that kind of reluctant stuff as well, I understand, and that was truly how it was much more about as I matured. But at the time, unfortunately for him, I really just didn't care about his nuts and how much I hurt them. But people change, we grow. And we come to love the weird parts that we can't change. 😋