Popping them in the balls

Well the poll is over and it looks like a night at the prom will be the next story to receive an update... till then heres a new story.

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 Kimiko walked with a spring in her step as she wandered back to her room. Her coursework was done and in the fall she was expecting to move out of her parents house and study at University. She walked steadily up the stairs in her school costume - this would be the last few times that she would have to wear the outfit and so she had taken to wearing it at home even when there was no call for the formality of it. Her father had chided her for the irregularity of it but unlike usual he had not pressed the matter.
As she entered her room a gust of wind from her open window suddenly launched the ordered papers of Kimiko's assignment onto the floor.
She growled softly in annoyance as quickly she stepped over to pick it up. She bent at the waist - not at the knees - and took a moment to enjoy the tiny stretch that she felt all the way up her legs.
As her hand grasped the final sheet of wayward paper a number of things happened simultaneously. Kimiko suddenly felt the unmistakable draft of the wind against her ass and at the same time had the the tell tale prickling along the back of her neck that told her she wasn't alone in her room.

Several things then happened at once, Kimiko tried to stand upright but as she did she felt a full force palm slap strike her left buttock cleanly almost knocking her off her feet.

Trying desperately to fight both the redness on her cheeks and the shame welling up in her she tried for a mask of anger and indifference as she turned to face her brother Hideo. "Brother!"

The cheeky and unruly young man of the house was already on the way out of the room but looked back over his shoulder to throw her a grin. "Sorry sister, you were asking for it!"
Her retort stumbled in her throat and before she had time to collect her thoughts her brothers footsteps had receded, a door had slammed and Hideo had surely left the house.

Kimiko sighed sullenly and slumped ass first down onto her bed. The young woman winced as she did so, the smarting hand print on her ass tingling in her minds eye. The house was quiet and all that could be heard were a series of steady and even footsteps growing audibly closer.
Kimiko was an excellent observer and she knew that this was not her brother creeping back to spite her a second time, a few seconds later and sure enough her mother poked her head through the door and glanced around the room before looking at her daughter.

"I heard a commotion - are you alright dear?" said her mother, caring but guarded.
Kimiko felt herself tighten as she tried to bottle up what had happened but the words stumbled from her lips before they could be arrested.

"It was Hideo... Brother... he..." tried Kimiko before she bit her bottom lip in shame, unable to annunciated the humiliation.
Her mother stepped next to her daughter and sat down next her. She was a middle aged woman now, noted Kimiko as the woman's small paunch softly spread onto the mattress. Kimiko looked down at her feet and then up to her mother expecting a reaction; but Fujiko had pursed her lips and suddenly looked deep in thought - at this point Kimiko knew that she would have to simply wait for her mother to divulge her thoughts in her own time.
Kimiko looked back down at her slender legs and wiggled her toes as she waited and then the wait was over.

"You know... when I was younger... and boys gave me attention that I didn't want. I used to pop them... just pop them hard in the balls..." said her mother. Kimiko nearly put a crick in her neck as she turned to look at her mother, she had never heard this tone in her voice and as she examined her mothers features she noted the almost wistful look that she had.

Thnking about this apparently unguarded side of her mother's personality would have to wait though as Kimiko blinked uncomprehendingly back at Fujiko. For a moment she expected that she would explain herself but when it became clear that she wasn't going to the words fell automatically, if uncertainly, from Kimiko's lips, "Pop them... in the balls?"

Fujiko suddenly looked at her daughter as if she had never seen her before and despite her pre-eminent composure the older womans cheeks began to rouge.

With that Fujiko smoothed down her apron, stood up and walked without a word from the room.

Kimiko stood as if to follow but knew that she would be unable to get anything from her mother now - she had closed her wall around herself.

As Fujiko walked swiftly down the landing she cursed silently to herself for allowing such a faux-pas to slip out of herself. Though had she known about the tiny seed of curiosity that her words had planted in her daughters head she might not have been as eager to escape that bedroom as she had been.

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Back in her room Kimiko plopped ass first down onto her bed and flopped onto her back, for a few seconds she frowned thoughtlessly at her ceiling before vaulting her legs straight up in the air. She was proud of her athletics and knew that her toned legs were one of her best features. Her usually systematic thoughts were completely muddled at that moment though.

'Men had balls? And popping them there was some sort of deterrant?' It was almost as if her mother had spoken in another dialect for a moment. Kimiko couldn't make sense of the words and she supposed that she was unlikely to now. Suddenly though Kimiko's laterally thinking mind gave her the solution. Slowly her gaze drifted over to her computer. Somehow pursuing this idea seemed forbidden in her head, but she had rarely had the chance to pursue forbidden things in her life and this one dangled invitingly before her.

She slipped across her room, sat at her desk and booted her computer.

Within a few moments she had what she wanted. The internet browser opened and her slender fingers danced over the keyboard: "Popping mens balls".

A large number of confusing hits came up but Kimiko found swiftly that every link she tried was censored. Her parents - no, her father had spared nothing in her life and had been diligent in making sure that she was not exposed to things that would harm her, but now the thought formed in her head: how could looking at this harm me?

She tried another ten hits and found them all censored - her thoughts turned to giving up again but as she clicked one last hit it loaded. Her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes poured over the screen.

The website was a kind of colloquial urban dictionary that could be edited by anyone and someone had added an entry titled 'popping guys in the balls'.

The definition made her more curious though:

'To kick or hit a man in his balls. Hitting a guy where it hurts, smashing the family jewels.'

Kimiko felt a strange sensation within her but paid it no mind, the definition had left her none the wiser but she suddenly had much more ammunition for her search.

Her nimble fingers began typing in every variation of the new words she had seen and again and again she came up against the same problem - almost all of the sites she tried to visit were censored.

Almost all of them.
Without realising a mouse click finally yielded an uncensored result and as it turned out it was a video channel, that began playing almost as soon as it had loaded.

The video began with a white girl with blonde hair backing away from the camera. Despite her intrigue Kimiko smiled a little, the girl was attractive but she was wearing a typical cheerleader outfit, in her opinion girls who were cheerleaders were almost always hussies. As the camera panned though Kimiko involuntarily took a short intake of breath - standing across the way from the blonde was a boy, a man rather. He looked about the same age as the blonde. What caught Kimiko's attention though was that he was naked from the chest up and wore simple joggers from the waist down.

Her attention was drawn back to the blonde as she began to speak. "Ok! So today we're gonna try something a little different and well... I hope you enjoy it." The cheerleader turned back to her friend, placing her hands provocatively on her hips.

"You ready?" she asked and the boy gave a half-grimace half-nod in response.

What happened next made Kimiko's breath catch in her throat. In a single fluid move the cheerleader closed the distance between herself and the boy, placed her hands on his shoulders and thrust her pale knee into the meeting of the boys thighs. The feminine grunt that resounded from the young woman was quickly overtaken by the grovelling moan of pain that issued from the boy. Kimiko watched wide eyed as the muscley boy buckled in two - the blonde girl bursting into melodious laughter as he did so before giving the boy a shove that helped him on the way to the floor.

Shaking herself out of her reverie Kimiko paused the clip - she could feel her heart hammering in her ears and a flush colouring her face.

Then slowly and very deliberately she reached into her desk and pulled out a pair of headphones glancing skittishly at the door before inserting the jack and putting them on. She felt like she was in a dream as her hand moved automatically, scrolling the video back several seconds and stopping it just as the cheerleader had placed her arms around her studs shoulders.

For a moment Kimiko scrutinised the white boys face... it was hard to read but all she could discern was a certain hardness and, even though it didn't make sense, the boy was clearly afraid. Afraid of what was to come? Kimiko's eyes glanced down to the boys baggy joggers but they hung far too loosely to give anything away about the boys anatomy.

Running her tongue over her lips she finally clicked play - instantly the scene sprand back to life and the girls knee launched into the boys groin, striking with a resounding 'thwump'!

Instantly the boys rugged features crumpled, contorting in pain as his body buckled for the second time. Kimiko paused the video again and stared at the boys face - it didn't look like he was faking it.

She scrolled the video back and, without realising, watched the clip another six times. Pouring over every detail - the sound of the blonde's knee against the boys crotch, his reaction, her laughter. Again and again the girls athletic knee thundered into the boy and each time Kimiko felt a small heat begin to grow in intensity between her legs.

It didn't make any sense. For all her life men had been in absolute control. Her father made a living for the family - he made all the important decisions and had all the control. Kimiko had never questioned it - until today. Her brother, even though he played a fool, was going to be just the same. She could already perceive in him the hardening of his voice when he wanted to have his way and the seriousness that overtook his features. All of this made sense... it was how it should be.

So how could something between their legs be the undoing of that? It didn't make sense, it must have been fake, it was ridiculous... it made men seem... pathetic.

Even though she couldn't identify the feeling, the gentle throb that she had felt between her legs had developed into a smouldering heat and the thought of it was beginning to make itself known in her mind. The new and scary ideas turned over and over in Kimiko's head as she struggled to make it fit with everything she thought she already knew. She took her headphones off - letting them rest around her neck. She needed to see more...

 

It took a few moments but she quickly scrolled up to the authors link: 'bblinks' and clicked on it without a thought. Her eyes went wide in suprise as over 30 video posts popped up, making her lean involuntarily closer to the screen. Judging by the thumbnails the first few looked like they were more of the blonde girl with different guys - each time she looked like she was wearing a different outfit. Drawing a steadying breath the young Japanese woman scrolled down through hit after hit all with various different names until one hit made her stop dead in her tracks. The thumbnail was blank but the video was called 'Japanese hard Ballbusting'. Drawing bated breath Kimiko let the mouse hover over the link button for a few seconds before she finally clicked it - the seconds seemed to stretch out in front of her as the progress bar filled ponderously but then up sprand the video. The clip played for a second but then froze as it buffered.

It didn't matter to Kimiko though as her eyes drank in the tableau in front of her. The video showed three Japanese ladies - though they were not dressed like ladies. All three sported shiny micro bikinis and leud fish-net stockings. It was the kind of sight that would normally embarass and shame Kimiko, but standing - or rather being held up between two of the women was the most sorry looking excuse for a man that she had ever seen. The man was also naked though frustratingly someone had pixellated his groin, Kimiko squinted at the mess of pixels trying to make out the shape that they masked.

It was barely visible through the blur but Kimiko could still discern the shape of something dangling between the pitiful mans legs. Her mind quickly did the math - these were what all the fuss was about. Men had balls... hidden away in their trousers and somehow they were vulnerable.

The lady on the right reached her hand down into the swirl of pixels and suddenly the man twisted and contorted in the grasp of the two women.

It suddenly hit Kimiko as her eyes poured over every grainy detail of the video that in contrast to the man - who appeared as the weakest and most wretched example of a man she had seen - the women were incredible. Their bodies looked proud and even though a part of her rebelled against her watching it another part was so fascinated that nothing would compel her to close the video down.

The lady standing across from the man in a gold bikini extended her leg in front of her but let her foot dangle limply in front of the mans crotch - Kimiko watched as in response the man leaned over in a jumpy anticipation of the kick that was surely coming. The two restraining ladies burst into cruel laughter and enjoyed yanking the man's body bolt upright so that his package of pixels stuck out prominently.

Kimiko hadn't realised but her hands were now pressing gently against the insides of her thighs, something was slowly building inside her. She looked at the wincing man who was gritting his teeth in expectation. An expectation that, she realised with shock, paralelled her own.

"Come on Harue! Really take him down!" called the one on the left who looked to be really struggling to keep hold of the man. Harue smiled suggestively at the man before flicking her leg straight into his groin.

The kick was light and gave off only a small slap - the girl on the left called out "One!" whilst the one on the right shouted "Harder!" The man whined piteously and shook his head, repeatedly wimpering 'no' like a mantra.

The next three flicks of her leg were a quick flurry that forced a groan of anguish from the broken male and Kimiko noted how his knees began to buckle underneath him. Harue lowered her leg and the mans body visibly sagged at the suggestion of a reprieve - unwisely as it turned out as Harue cruelly launched into a step kick that burst the mans bubble.

"That's five! Hit him with more!"

The gold bikini girl now seemed really turned on to the task at hand and stood with one foot in front of the other, took several steadying breaths and then launched herself into a series of regular and systematic kicks that brought her instep into contact with the mans pixels - each time the room in the video echoing with a slap. "Eight! Nine!" came the call and each time the man made an even more pitiable whine - the women on either side of him struggling to keep him upright. "That's eleven Harue! Twelve! Keep going you've nearly got him!"

And Kimiko realised that she was right, the man had looked pitiful before but truly it appeared that every kick that the fierce female delivered was forcefully wrenching every drop of masculinity and dignity out of the man. "Thirteen! Forteen!"

As she watched intently it suddenly occurred to Kimiko that maybe she could be that strong woman - dealing out knees and kicks and chipping away at the facade men projected. "Fifteen! Sixteen!" The image of her brothers face floated into her head, arrogant and masculine. Kimiko felt her body tremble a little as she wondered whether she could make her brother crumble like the man in the video.

 

The harsh laughter of the two women holding the man brought Kimiko's attention firmly back to the video.

"Come on, show this man his place!"

Hearing this Harue hardened her gaze at the man for a moment before swinging her leg back as far as it would go and launching her foot into a full force kick that connected with the mans manhood with a resounding wet slap.

The pathetic man was whining in abject misery now - he seemed to be suffering so much that he had stopped responding to the kicks. The women on either side seemed to pick up on this because the next advice was: "No! No! Knee his balls! Finish him off!"

The gold bikinied girl nodded through her panting, bit her bottom lip and then did something that left Kimiko gasping. Holding her hands out as balance the girl paused for a momentum before launching into a knee kick that struck the man with such a resounding crack that he was lifted clean off the ground.

Pain streamed out of the man as steam from a kettle as the woman's powerful knee thrust smashed his previous pain threshold. Whatever masculinity that was left in the man must finally have been dislodged by the knee because now his legs crumbled completely and the two women could hold him upright no longer. All three women burst into giggles and a moment later the video abruptly ended and all that could be heard in the small room was Kimiko's heated breathing.

For a moment she couldn't think or move and sat in complete silence. It was then that Kimiko realised that her hands had wandered of their own accord from her thighs and were now pressed flush against her panties, basking in the heat that now washed off her.

Not a sound was heard in the house for a good few minutes as Kimiko sat in silence and then the front door slammed and some familiar footsteps echoed loudly around the house. Footsteps Kimiko knew by heart. She knew what she was going to do - she rushed down stairs. Her soft feet thumping against each step as she went, she saw her brother in the hall and almost launched herself onto him - embracing him tightly. "Brother!" Her reaction was so out of character that for the moment Hideo stood where he was utterly dumbfounded and then Kimiko looked up at Hideo's face.

For a moment she felt like the blonde girl in her cheerleader outfit - and in her brothers face she perceived a likeness to the young man in the video. He looked a little nervous and uncertain but still rugged and masculine. What happened next in the video flashed through her head and what happened next in reality occurred almost before she'd thought it through.

For one scary moment a part of Kimiko wondered, as she had earlier, whether this was all some big ruse, a trick to teach her some lesson. Her knee would connect with her brothers crotch and it would be smooth and he would laugh off her foolishness, but she would not know if she did not try.

Impulsively her hands tightened around Hideo's shoulders and before the young man could react Kimiko hiked her knee straight into her brothers crotch - but it wasn't smooth.
The embers between Kimiko's legs burst into an inferno as she felt the path of her knee halted by some soft danglings in her brothers pants and surge of excitement and pleasure shot through her young body.

It was all true.

For one ecstatic moment Kimiko revelled in the feel of her knee following through into what could only be her brothers most intimate parts - she watched with growing excitement as the look of shock on her brothers face transformed as his masculinity crumbled and his visage became a twisted palate of anguish and self-pity.

Kimiko soon found she could no longer hold him upright and as soon she let go of his shoulders her brother slumped to the ground like a sack. She found herself ignoring the writhing heap of pain at her feet as she began jumping up and down feeling giddy with excitement and flushed with the first thrill of arousal.

"Yatta!" she cried.

"Ughh, oh I can't believe you did that..." said Hideo his voice gravelly with hurt.

Kimiko stopped her jumping and suddenly remembered herself, she extended a grey socked toe and gently cajoled her brothers foetal form onto his back - he'd still got both of his hands wrapped protectively over his 'balls'.

"Well you can believe this..." said Kimiko in a hushed tone as she placed one foot atop Hideo's clutching hands - making her intent clear.

"Smack me again and I'll pop you harder brother!" At those words Kimiko saw the manly defiance that had been growing flee her brothers eyes and she felt a spike of pleasure from her most intimate area.

At that Kimiko left the defeated form of her brother to try and scrape himself off the floor whilst she skipped back to her room - her Mum had been right, all you had to do was pop them in the balls!