A Sister’s Awakening, a Brother’s Nightmare
This is an as-yet-unfinished story by Sean D over at KITG.



“So you’re gonna do it?” Asked Hailey

“Oh yeah, it’s on,” replied Sarah, with determination.

“Wicked! Just think of the look on his face,” Replied Hailey.

Hailey had been slowly working to get her friend into ballbusting. It had started a few weeks back when they saw a guy at school get racked big time. His screams could be heard all around the campus. Hailey and Sarah had a front row seat as the guy carved a path across the turf, rolling and writing as he clutched his shattered gonads.

The school followed up on the incident with some messages and warnings to the students, especially the females, about the fragility of guys balls and the lasting consequences of a kick there. Although the school’s efforts could best be described as half hearted, since most of the staff were themselves women, and had no basis for empathy to really understand guys’ pain when they get hit in the nuts. Hailey swore she heard a few of the teachers discussing the busting and giggling.

A few days after that, Sarah had a big fight with her brother. It ended with doors slamming and Hailey sitting with Sarah as she fumed. She went on about how arrogant her brother was.

“I wish I could just…” Sarah paused, as she had no idea how to direct her anger.

“… kick him in the balls?” Asked Hailey.

Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked at Hailey, her mind clearly working. She had never kicked her brother in the balls. From a young age her mother had sternly told her never to do it. That she could do really bad damage to him. She had always been way too scared to do it.

“Wouldn’t you like to see him rolling around in agony like that guy at school?” Prodded Hailey, trying to encourage her friend.

Sarah smiled broadly. That fear, and that pity for her brother’s pain was gone. She was so angry at him. She wanted to see him suffer. To see his eyes bug out in agony. They both started laughing. “Yes! That’s it! That’s it! Oh, God, I want to do that sooo BAD!!”

Hailey grabbed her own crotch, the perfect V between her legs visible thanks to her skin tight yoga pants. Her eyes widened, her mouth went agape, “Aaaahhhh, aahhh!” She screamed and fell off the bed. She started rolling around. “My balls! My balls! You broke them!”

The girls both laughed hysterically.

For the rest of the week, Hailey showed Sarah a bunch of her favourite nut busting videos from YouTube. Many of them were sisters getting their brothers where it counted. Sarah was loving it. “I had no idea this was so common!” Said Sarah. “I really should have done this a long time ago!”

“Seriously,” said Hailey. “If I had a brother, he would be spending a lot of his time singing soprano!”

The girls discussed many different times, places and ways that Sarah could bust her brother. Hailey proposed something. “Well, my aunt has a shoe store… it’s not your normal shoe store…”

Hailey came from a ballbusting family. Sadly she had no brothers for her mom, sister and her to bust, but she had busted all of her cousins and all of the guys in the neighbourhood met her foot at one time or another growing up. Her aunt was a huge ball buster. In the back of her shoe shop, she ran a lucrative side business of ball crushing agony. Often it was women paying to bust men, but sometimes it was the other way around. Hailey’s aunt didn’t care, so long as it resulted in some scrambled eggs and a pay cut for her.

And of course the best part of it being in a shoe store was the endless possibilities of footwear for the ladies to use.

Back to the day at hand, the Sarah had just made her decision to do it, and they had already discussed where.

“But how do I convince my brother to come shoe shopping with me?”

Hailey smiled and winked. “Leave that to me.”

Sarah’s brother had a huge crush on Hailey, who had an athletic body and blond hair. And truth be told, Hailey was also interested in him, just not in the normal way. She liked guys. But what she liked most was to see them writhing on the ground, to see their eyes bug out in pain… not necessarily a normal thing, but it’s who she was.

Hailey walked down to the living room where he was watching TV. “Hey Doug, how are you?” She asked in a flirting voice.

Doug’s attention immediately snapped to Hailey. He couldn’t help but look at her rocking legs and butt underneath her tight yoga pants. She sat down beside him, pretending she didn’t notice him ogling her breasts.

“G..good” he said. “How are you?”

“Well I need to go pick out some new shoes before the weekend.” She moved her foot up and down, looking at it. “I would really appreciate a guy’s opinion. After all, us girls just want to impress you guys.” She smiled flirtingly.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

Doug’s face was less excited when he saw his sister by the door, but his hormones were in overdrive now and he followed Hailey like a dog on a leash.

They pulled up to Hailey’s aunt’s shoe store and walked inside.

The first thing they saw were a pair of running shoes. “Runners are under-appreciated,” said Hailey to Sarah. They analyzed the toe. “The width of the toe is actually the perfect size. And you don’t have to worry about being off balance, and you can keep doing it over and over again. They’re so comfortable.” Doug had no idea what they were talking about.

“Whoa,” said Hailey, as she walked towards some knee high leather platform boots. “With these, I think their weight does all of the work for you. One kick with these and…”

“CRUNCH” said a voice coming around the corner.

“Aunty!” Said Hailey as she embraced her.

“Ah, isn’t it Sarah? How are you?”

“Great” said Sarah with a wide smile.

“Hailey told me all about today. I’m so happy to help you with this.”

Doug stood there awkwardly. He alleviated his boredom by checking out Hailey’s butt.

“Why don’t you all come into the back and I’ll pick you a couple of shoes you may like. You can test them out there.” Her eyes darted towards Doug.

Sarah and Hailey giggled. “Sounds great!”

They walked through rows of stacks of shoes in the back, through another door, and into a comfortable looking room. “Have a seat ladies.”

Doug went to sit. “I said ladies. You, stand over there.” What was her deal? Doug thought. He wanted to get out of there soon.

After a few minutes she brought in some shoes.

First up were a pair of purple velvet short boots with a slightly pointed toe. The toe was capped with metal. “Those are cute,” said Sarah.

“And they are quite effective,” said the aunt. She snapped at Doug. “You, come over here.” Doug obeyed. To his shock, she crouched down and put the shoe towards his crotch. He shot backwards. She put her hand around his back and pushed him forwards, and his crotch thrust towards the waiting shoe. He could feel the metal tip brush his right testicle through the sweat pants. He hadn’t worn any underwear.

“Now with these, the best way to kick is a toe punt. The reinforced metal toe will completely protect your toes and they will cause significant additional damage.”

The girls laughed.

“What, what’s going on?” Doug demanded to know.

Annoyed, the aunt stood up and looked at him coolly. Sarah laughed and approached her brother. “What’s going on, bro, is that I’m finally going to do what I should have done years ago.”

He looked puzzled.

Hailey was annoyed. “She’s gonna kick you in the balls DUMBASS!” Doug’s express changed to shock, and then fear.

“Wait, no..” he started backing away but the Aunt pushed him back forward.

“Listen you punk. It’s unconscionable that your sister hasn’t been kicking your nuts for years. That would never have stood had you been in our family.”

“I’m leaving.” Doug tried to go for the door. The aunt grabbed him by the balls and he was paralyzed. Her fingers effortlessly cupped around his two orbs. He looked like he was standing on his tippy toes now. Afraid that one minor movement would cause his balls to tear off.

“Ahahah”’the girls laughed at the expression of terror on his face. Aunty smiled. “Listen boy. You’ve never even had your balls kicked, so I imagine this is hard for you to imagine. But I have CRUSHED more testicles than I can count. Do you hear me? CRUSHED them.

“I’ve felt balls, just like these ones here, explode in my hands.” Doug’s eyes widened as she tightened her grip just a little. The girls laughed.

“Us girls here, now we can’t even come close to imagining what it must feel like for you guys when your balls explode. I can tell you from their reactions that it was the most painful and terrifying moments of their lives.”

She looked over to the girls and put on a cute voice. “Of course, for me, it was simply marvellous.” They all laughed.

“Of course, my favourite way to turn a ballsack into mush at the moment is with a pair of these.” She picked up some stilettos. She walked over to a board in the corner. She picked it up and pointed to a little hole. “You see. We just lay you on the ground, slip your little nuts through this hole. I put the tip of my heel on your nut and let gravity do the rest.” She laughed. He shuddered. “It really is so easy. Your nut would collapse into mush within seconds. So don’t think I won’t do it!”

Doug was trembling in fear. “Now, would you prefer that…” she pointed to the board and stilettos, “…or a swift kick in your ballsies by your sister?”

Doug looked at his smiling sister. The sibling rivalry in him detested the thought of her doing anything to him, let alone something so painful and humiliating. He couldn’t stand the thought of her standing over him and laughing.

“Ok, but can’t it be Hailey?” He pleaded. “Please.”

“Oh come on, you afraid of your sis?” Said Sarah mockingly. “I promise, I won’t kick you too hard…” she smiled. “Well that’s not true. Who am I kidding? I’m going to kick you as hard as I can!” Hailey gave her a high five.

“This is your first kick in the balls Doug. And she’s never kicked a guy in the balls. It’s only fair your sister get the first… kick,” said Hailey.

They turned their attention back to the shoes. “You know” said Aunty, “there’s something simple and pure in a classic like these ones.” She picked up a pair of cream coloured high heels. Pumps. The toe wasn’t pointy but rather was slightly rounded. Sarah tried them on. She examined her foot. Then she looked at her brother in the eyes, and then down at his balls. “Let’s do it.”

Aunty and Hailey approached Doug and grabbed his arms. He pulled away. “No… no…” he started sobbing. “Please no.” There was no more delay now. The moment was at hand and he realized it. He was terrified. He had only felt the most minor ball pain from accidentally bumping into this or that thing, and he thought about how much those had hurt. Now his sister … his sister of all people! … was going to kick him full force with high heels there? His face went white.

They had firm hold of him and hooked their legs around his, forcing his legs into a wide V. “There we go,” said Aunty. “Now darling, stand about there. Yes, good. Now get your balance. Ok good. Now it’s very important to line up your kick.”

The toe of Sarah’s heel slowly rose into the V between Doug’s legs. She made contact and he could feel the coldness and hardness of the heel on his balls.

She lowered her foot. He looked his sister in the eyes. He was terrified and angry. And now he tried for pity. “Please, Sarah, don’t do this! I’m your brother! Come on, please.”

Her eyes softened as they stared at each other. She looked down at his balls, and then back up to him. He sensed uncertainty.

“You’re right Doug. I am your sister. And I should have done this a long time ago!”

Sarah shifted her leg back and then kicked upwards in a long arc. She felt a sudden nervousness as her foot arched forward. She desperately wanted to hit her target. What if she missed?

There was only an instant more, her foot was speeding towards its target. It was that last moment where she realized that she was just about to hit someone full force. And not just anyone, but her brother. And not just anywhere, but his nuts. She had a split second to decide to slow down her kick. Or angle it into his thigh.

She smiled. No way. She knew what she was doing and she wanted to do it.

CRACK! Came a loud sound as she felt the toe of her shoe go deep into his crotch and then hit the very hard resistance of his pubic bone. It wasn’t just bone she felt. In between the bone and her hard shoe, she felt something. Something soft. And fragile.

Doug swore he saw a lightning bolt streak across his line of sight. His nuts were being compressed, within a split second, to the breaking point.

He immediately fell to his knees. Aunty and Hailey happily let him go. Their work having been successfully accomplished. Doug had a thousand mile state .

“He’s in shock,” said Aunty. “Just give it a moment for the real pain to set in.”

A growing tide was rising within Doug’s abdomen. He couldn’t control it. Tears started rolling down his eyes. He looked frantically around the room. To Aunty, to Hailey, to his sister…

“Please, please, help me!” He screamed.

Sarah looked at him for a moment.

“Bahahaha!!” She pointed at him and laughed .

“Gggaaa!!!” Doug fell forward as his stomach muscles contorted. The pain wouldn’t stop. He felt like his entire body would explode. He started frantically rolling around, kicking his feet into the air. Anything to try to relieve the pressure. The ladies were all laughing at him now as he rolled around the room screaming and crying.

“I can’t believe I didn’t do this a long time ago,” said Sarah. She was feeling euphoric.

Hailey was already eyeing another pair of shoes. “Now it’s my turn. I think I’ll try those ones…”
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Continued from Pt. I. All credit to Sean D.

“Wham”

Jen felt a stinging sensation in her nose. She was stunned for a moment. She saw another fist fly at her. Instinctively she ducked. He missed her face that time. She quickly adjusted her stance and moved backwards. He was a head taller than her. She couldn’t help but be scared as he wound up for another  punch.

Jen put into practice everything she had learned. When his fist came forward again, she moved to the side, grabbed his arm and used his momentum to throw him off balance. She then gave him a side knee to the ribs and then a punch to the face. This time it was his turn to stand there dazed.

His eyes were wide as he looked around to get his bearings. His stance was wide as he was trying to keep his balance.

Jen’s karate training was clear on this. Time to put her opponent out of commission. She wound her leg backwards as far as she could, and concentrating all of her strength into her right leg, she flung it forward as hard as she could.

The top of her foot sailed into the middle of the V shape made by his legs. The white cloth of his karate outfit bunched up as her foot pushed easily past it and onto her target.

“Thwap.” Came a loud noise that echoed across the dojo. Jen felt a sharp pain in the top of her foot as her foot met hard plastic. She could feel the plastic bend inwards though as the force of her kick lifted her large male opponent off of his legs. She couldn’t help but thrust her leg forward as high as she could, despite the pain, hoping to get her foot through the cup and to the soft target underneath.

As her foot came down, her opponent immediately fell to his knees. His hands went to his crotch and he looked up at her with this confused and dazed look. He felt around his crotch, as if to check that his balls were still there. Jen was surprised to see pain in his eyes. He looked surprised by the pain too.

She could see him fighting it, but inch by inch, he slouched forward. He started groaning and then fully went into a fetal position.

Jen stood there surprised by the whole situation, not knowing what to think. She felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked up, startled.

“Nice one!”

It was her friend Kate. She had a wide smile on her face. She patted Jen on the back. Other groups around her had stopped their sparring to see what was happening. Jen blushed at the attention.

Emily, the dojo sensei, came over. Despite being in her late ‘30s and herself a mother, Jen had the feeling like being in elementary school at the principal’s office, like she was about to get into trouble.

“He has a cup on,” she said defensively, pointing down at her opponent, who was rocking back and forth and still making pathetic whimpering sounds.

“It’s alright,” said Emily. “The cup isn’t a 100% guarantee that he’s not going to feel any pain. With a hard enough kick, it’s possible that enough pressure can be exerted to still make contact with the balls. And probably the vibration from the cup itself transmitted a certain amount of force.”

Emily saw Jen’s worried look and smiled. “Hey, you did what you had to do. You did what you were taught. You defended yourself. And beat your opponent.”

Cheers erupted from the growing number of other women that were huddling around the scene. “That’s right!” Said Kate. “You got him good girlfriend.”

“You did indeed,” said Emily. “He’s lucky this was just a sparring match and that he was wearing a cup. If this were real life and he wasn’t wearing a cup, and if you had shoes on, well, I think you could easily have ruptured both of his testicles.”

Kate whispered into her ear, “Oh well, too bad, maybe next time.” She winked.

Jen playfully pushed her friend away. “Oh come on, you’re terrible.”

Jen couldn’t help but continue to think about the incident for the rest of the day. What was bothering her about it? She had this nagging sense of guilt. But why?

The next evening, the usual gang of friends came over for their book/movie night. There was Kate, with her daughter Hailey. Hailey and Sarah had been best friends for a while, and Kate and Jen had also become friends. Then Kate invited Jen to a book club with a group of ladies about 6 months back, and since then they had all become quite close. The theme of the book club was women’s empowerment. They worked their way through a number of books focused on dissecting the patriarchal power structures of society and discussed how they could empower themselves as women and their daughters. They also all joined karate, which is what they had been doing the night before.

“Hey Ms. G, heard you got a guy really good, right where it counts!” Said Hailey, laughing, as she entered the door.

“You heard about that?”

“Oh yeah. Of course! Mom and I had a great laugh talking about it!”

Kate giggled. “Well, maybe just a little.”

Sarah was waiting by the door to greet her best friend. Her eyes went wide. “Really mom? You kicked a guy in the nuts!? But you’ve always told me never to do that!”

“Well it was karate honey. It was self defence.”

Sarah didn’t look convinced. She leered over at her brother, who was hanging back from the conversation, standing awkwardly in the corner. Jen could tell he was uncomfortable about the topic of conversation.

“Hear that Dougy?” You better not try anything, or maybe I’ll have to do some self defence of my own!” Feeling very uncomfortable, Doug left and went to his room.

The group of women sat around the living room and were on their second round of drinks. They had caught up with one another and shared the latest round of gossip. Jen was embarrassed that a major topic of conversation was her recent kicking of a guy in the groin.

“How’s the foot?” Kate asked jokingly.

“Actually, it’s a bit bruised on the top.” Said Jen. It actually did hurt quite a bit.

“Stupid cups,” another woman chimed in. “They ruin all the fun!”

All the ladies laughed heartily.

“I suppose it would be hard to get men to come to the class voluntarily if they didn’t let them wear cups. Either that, or they wouldn’t be men for very long!”

They laughed again. Jen couldn’t help but laugh, even though she felt naughty for doing so.

“That brings us to our movie for tonight,” Said Kate, sounding more serious now. “It’s a documentary by avant-garde filmmaker Beth Walker. Unfortunately, it has received no support from the mainstream movie industry, which is typical, given that it’s ruled by our patriarchal system.

It’s called ‘Breaking the Family Jewels.”

There was a murmur of excitement from the ladies. They had all heard about it. It was a very controversial movie. Hailey and Sarah gleamed as they also joined the ladies to watch the movie. Kate had insisted.

The movie opened with two large, shiny jewels filling the screen. They glittered in the light as the camera moved slowly out. A woman’s narrating voice began speaking.

“The family jewels. Every girl learns growing up that her brother, cousin, classmate, has something that she doesn’t have. And no matter how smart, talented, or amazing she is, she’ll never have them. She can be an Olympic gold medallist…” the screen focused on the strong legs of an Olympic gymnast as she vaulted, to the cheers of thousands. “She can go to space. She can do any number of amazing things, but she’ll never have the family jewels. That is, unless she finds herself a man and marries in order to get some jewels of her own.”

“This is how our patriarchal system works ladies.” The diamonds still glittered in front of the camera, but now the narrator could be seen too, dangling them in her hand. “In this simple expression - used and known by all people in the world - we are summarizing an attitude that subjugates women.”

“And not only that. War. Violence. Crime.” Scenes of horrible violence filled the screen. “These all stem from these little jewels.”

The movie went on to develop the theory that testosterone in males is the primary cause of most of the world’s problems. It really wasn’t a hard case to make, thought Jen. It all made so much sense when someone actually just laid it out factually. Testosterone, the drive for sex and power, it’s what drove men to do terrible things.

“But what if things could be different?” Asked the narrator. “Well, we don’t have to imagine it. History is full of examples that prove that societies are better off when they break the family jewels.”

The movie delved into the story of the Amazons, the ancient group of warrior women, who defeated their male opponents and built a successful society that lasted hundreds of years. Historians were interviewed who pieced together the archaeological and written records. It made the case that the Amazons reproduced using selected males for reproduction, and all other men in their society were castrated. Castration ceremonies would be done after they won a battle, and would be done annually. When males reached a certain age of maturity, it would be decided if they would be breeding stock or not. If not, then they would be castrated in a large and public annual ceremony. Jen was shocked to learn that castration didn’t have to just mean the cutting off of the male genitalia.

“Based on our best evidence,” Said one researcher, “the Amazons typically preferred to crush the testicles in order to turn the man into a eunuch. This was more practical, as cutting could have easily led to infection and then death. Whereas if you crushed them, it’s possible that the body would naturally get rid of the… uh, remnants…” all the ladies in the room laughed. “…All the nutmeat, for lack of a better word, would naturally dissolve over time. And if it didn’t, or there were signs of infection, then a small incision could be made and the contents could easily be squeezed out, and then the sack could be sewn back up.”

The narrator asked, “Wouldn’t this process have been extremely painful?”

“Oh, without a doubt, it would have been the most excruciating thing a man could ever feel. It certainly would have made him wish he were born a woman!” Said the researcher, breaking into laughter with the narrator.

The movie went on to cover other ancient societies and their use of eunuchs. It made the case that eunuchs were not created as some sort of punishment, although sometimes it was the case, but they actually had a very useful role for society. China’s prosperity for thousands of years was due in large part to its use of eunuchs. What was missing, argued the film, was the additional step of putting women in charge. If most men were made into eunuchs, and only women were allowed into positions of authority, there would be a ying and yang balance that would lead to harmony.

“But we don’t only need to look to the past. There is evidence in our modern society.” Said the narrator.

The film covered a research study group of castrated males over a period of two years. The men all had different ways they had become eunuchs. The movie covered each story. Some were accidents - a motorcycle crash, a skateboarder, a man who fell from his roof and directly onto his fence. With one leg on either side of the fence, the fence broke his fall - and his balls. The movie did a dramatization of each castration and the ladies laughed it up.

Particularly amazing, though, were the non-accidental castrations. One guy admitted to touching a woman inappropriately at a bar, and she turned around and kneed him so hard that she immediately exploded his left nut.

“I heard this popping sound,” the guy said. “And I couldn’t believe it was coming from between my legs.” The ladies in the room all laughed really loud and cat called. Jen smiled but was surprised at their casual reactions to a guy losing a testicle.

“I know she heard it too,” the guy continued. “Her knee was still between my leg, and I know she could feel she had popped it.”

“How do you know?” Asked the narrator.

“Believe me, she had this wicked smile on her face. She knew. And she knew she had me beat. When she released her knee, all I wanted to do was crumble to the floor. But she pushed my shoulders up against the wall. And she kneed me again, and then again, and over and over…” The man was sobbing now as he recounted his own castration for a worldwide audience. “I lost count. I just remember wishing, “God, make this stop.” And then came a crunch sound. And the worst pain of my life. And at that moment, my life changed forever.”

The movie made clear that a court had found the woman not guilty of any crime, as she had acted in self defence. The man was pleading his case to the world, in the hopes they would see that she had gone beyond self defence. That she had intentionally castrated him when she didn’t have to. Little did he know that the audience of his film could have cared less. They all would have done exactly the same thing to him.

Jen shifted uncomfortably as all the women, including her own daughter, laughed. Would she have castrated that man? She just didn’t know.

The next intentional castration was of a random, completely innocent guy just walking down the street. He was just minding his own business, walking on the sidewalk, when a tall blond woman wearing sunglasses, a mini skirt, and big, large leather boots was walking the other direction.

“Out of nowhere, I see this blur as her leg shoots up towards me. I have no idea what is happening. Then I’m completely lifted off the ground. And I look down and realize that her boot is lodged between my legs. There was this sickening sound.”

“Can you describe it?” Asked the narrator.

“I don’t know… it was like a “squick” sound.”

“Oh my God, I’m gonna be sick,” Said the man, as he moved his head off screen and threw up. Just the memory of both of his nuts exploding at the same time was enough to make him sick. After he finished vomiting, the camera panned out as he lay on the ground shivering, re-living his traumatic ordeal.

“Wow, she clearly did a number on you,” Said the narrator.

The woman who kicked him was never found.

Jen couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy, although technically he wasn’t a guy anymore. A woman in her group though said “Meh, I’m sure he did something in his life to deserve it! And if not, too bad!” The women all laughed again.

The movie went on to cover the lives of the men after their castrations. It showed that after two years, all of their lives had turned around. They were doing better in all areas of their lives. Interviews with their female relatives, friends, coworkers found that they were much more sensitive and they contributed well to the successes of their families, teams, companies, etc. Although without their testosterone, they tended to shy away from male-dominated environments and they did better working with females.

“Ok, but you’re probably asking yourself, how practical is this? It’s not like we can just castrate all - or most men. Right?” She winked at the screen.

“There are a number of ways society could organize itself around that method,” said a sociologist. “Standardized tests, meeting a number of various physical criteria, behavioural tests, a number of ways could be used to determine which males would be castrated.”

And how would it be carried out? Asked the narrator. Who would do it?

The video showed clips of three different female researchers as they laughed at the question. “Well, I don’t think that would be a problem. There would certainly be no shortage of women willing to carry out the sentence.” The women in the room all yelled and laughed.

“Sign me up!” They said

“You could have a lottery… you could award the right to castrate to women who have excelled in certain areas, such as on standardized tests… or you could give the right to decide to the nearest female relative of the male.”

“Oh, imagine that!” Said Hailey to Sarah. “You could order the execution of your brother’s balls!” The two girls laughed hysterically.

Jen was taken aback. Imagine she or her daughter were put in a position where she had to decide who would castrate her own son?

“Ok, but pending some tidal wave in progressive feminists being elected to Congress and changing the laws, this system isn’t something we’re going to see overnight.” Said the narrator.

“So does that mean we just give up?”

“No!” Yelled the women.

The video went to a female biologist. “Well, let’s not forget just how painful a kick to the balls is. Short of more extreme measures, even just a simple kick will cause debilitating pain that can cause a man to think twice about his behaviour.”

The movie went on to explain what happens from even minor impact with the testicles. The number of nerve endings, the coursing of pain through the abdomen, the spasm of muscles.

“There was this researcher named Pavlov, and he found a simple but effective way to control behaviour,” said the narrator. The movie explained how repeated and regular kicks, hits, squeezes to the gonads could dramatically reshape a male’s personality and his behaviour.

“Every woman watching this video can recall a time when she dramatically changed a male’s behaviour by kicking him in the balls. Think of that schoolyard bully who was convinced to stop harassing you after your sneaker met his balls. Or the guy who’s unwanted attention led to him writhing on the floor. And if he saw you again, he crossed the street.”

All the women laughed as they remembered their own ballbusting experiences. Jen was guilty to admit that she fondly remembered just such a time from when she was younger.

As the film concluded, it laid out the type of male behaviour that should lead to “corrective” action. There were the obvious: violence, unwanted sexual attention. But it also laid out others. Male consumption of pornography, especially if degrading to women, should be punished. A male questioning the opinion of a woman, should be punished. The film even advocated for random kicks to the balls, done for no reason other than female enjoyment and to remind the male of his place.

The film panned onto the diamonds from the beginning of the film. “In this film, we’ve seen what a ridiculous notion are the ‘family jewels’. Rather than being the strong, solid foundation of society. They are a weak facade on which patriarchy bases its power. And you know what ladies? Just like the myth of the family jewels is not real, neither are these diamonds. These are just cheap knock offs.”

With dramatic effect, she placed the two fake diamonds on the hardwood floor. Her beautiful legs and high heels entered the shot. The stiletto heels of her black heels positioned themselves over the fake diamonds.

“Crush them! Crush them!” Yelled the women.

All of the weight of the stilettos came down onto the diamonds. Everyone held their breath. One second. Two seconds… then CRUSH. The left diamond exploded outward. One second, two seconds later… then the right one exploded. The stiletto heels ground into the remnants of the diamonds. Methodically crushing all their little bits into a fine dust.

The movie ended.

The women all clapped. Then they discussed the movie. It was clear to Jen that they were all in strong agreement with it.

“The question is how we start implementing this in our daily lives,” said Kate.

The women all agreed.

“Well most men are so embarrassed when they get kicked in the balls that they’re unlikely to report it,” said one of the women. The others nodded.

“And if they want to, you just make it clear that they won’t be men for much longer if they do!” Said Kate.

Jen was clearly reluctant. But as they talked through all of the arguments in the movie, she had to admit she agreed with all of them. She just wasn’t entirely comfortable yet.

“How did it feel when you busted that guy in karate?” Asked Kate.

“Pretty damn awesome!” Jen had to admit. They all laughed.

Sarah and Hailey looked at each other and had a great idea. They disappeared from the room and went upstairs. A minute later, Jen heard a loud commotion, and then a bunch of feet stampeding down the stairs. There was Doug being shoved into the room by Hailey and Sarah.

“Wha… what?” Asked Doug. “I wasn’t doing anything!”

“Yeah right!” Said Sarah. She displayed Doug’s laptop for all the room to see. They gasped.

Doug had been watching some pretty hard core pornography. Jen was disgusted. She had to look away. She was also so embarrassed.

She composed herself and approached Doug. “How could you? That kind of smut? It’s so degrading to women! Do you really think so little of women? Of all of us?” She pointed to all the room. “You think so little of me?”

Doug stammered but didn’t know what to say. He was embarrassed beyond words.

“I know for a fact that creepy little Dougy watches this stuff all the time. Just look at his search history.”

His search history was full of smut.

Jen became enraged.

“Well,” Said Kate, stepping forward. “I think this is a perfect way to start putting our new manifesto into action.”

Sarah and Hailey gleamed at each other.

“What do you mean?” Asked Jen.

“Well, he’s clearly broken the rules. And it’s clear what needs to happen next. We need to alter his behaviour.”

Jen stood for a minute pondering. She concluded that her friend was right. “You’re right, I don’t see any other way.” She looked at Doug.

Doug backed away and put his hands up defensively. He didn’t know what was going on but he knew it was no good for him.

“Look,” Said Sarah. “I have proof that kicking Doug in the balls will work. Look at his search history. You see this week-long gap of almost no usage about three weeks ago? Well, that was right after I kicked Doug in the balls. Really hard.” She winked and smiled at her brother. “Remember that brother?”

Doug’s hands instinctively went to his crotch. Jen was taken aback. “You did what?” But she realized she wasn’t angry. Not like she would have been. In fact now she was proud of her daughter.

“Hmm… seems you were only doing what I should have done a long time ago. I’m sorry I didn’t honey.” She said to her daughter.

“It’s alright mom! We can make up for lost time.”

“We sure can.”

“Doug, spread your legs.” Doug looked horrified at his mother.

“Spread your legs NOW,” she said, taking a step forward.

Doug complied and stood spread eagled in front of the room of women.

Jen looked around. Should she kick him? Should someone else?

Sarah saw what she was thinking and jumped forward. “Mom, I know for a fact that Doug has a gross obsession with Hailey. He’s probably thinking about her when he watches those degrading videos.”

All the women made sounds of disgust. Jen nodded. “Well it only seems fair that a victim of a crime get justice, no?”

Hailey giggled and screamed with excitement. “Thanks Ms. G!”

“Oh wait, let me go get some shoes on!” Her and Sarah disappeared up into Sarah’s room.

Doug stood there awkwardly, still standing with his legs apart, head down, as the group of women laughed and chatted about his coming ball punishment.

“You’re doing the right thing!” A few of them said to Jen.

“This is what’s best for him.”

“All men should be punished like this. Society will be better for it. Your family will be better for it!”

Jen had to admit that, not only did she feel right about her course of action, but she felt a sense of excitement. It brought her back to her youth, when she was just about to or had just seen a guy get kicked in the balls.

Hailey and Sarah came back down. There was a hard clattering on the hard wood from Hailey’s heavy black boots.

“Ooh,” Said the women, laughing. “Poor Dougy!”

Jen couldn’t help but laugh. Doug was sure going to get it good.

Hailey stood in front of Doug, who’s face went white and his eyes wide with terror.

“Look on the bright side, Dougy, I’m finally gonna touch your manbits!” They all laughed.

“No, no, please.” Doug backed away and looked around pleadingly. His eyes rested on Jen’s. “Mom, please no!”

Jen nodded to Sarah, who went behind her brother and grabbed both of his arms. She put her knee up against his back, shoving his legs apart and his pelvis forward. He was too scared and weak to put up a fight. He started crying.

“No, Dougy, the crying comes AFTER she kicks you. Gah, you can’t do anything right brother.” She taunted him.

Hailey’s face was focused now. Her eyes focused downwards,  between Doug’s legs. Doug knew this moment well. He remembered that same look right before his sister unleashed a hell of pain on him. All of his muscles tensed up. He couldn’t breathe.

Hailey’s right leg sailed upwards. The whole room held their breath. The black boot made a loud SMACK sound as it smashed up between Doug’s legs. The force of the kick knocked him clear off the ground and off of his feet. Sarah was still holding his arms though. He fell painfully onto his knees, but Sarah wouldn’t let him collapse into the fetal position. Instead, she pulled him back slightly so his face showed upward to the entire room. He couldn’t hide his agony. He wasn’t even allowed to suffer his pain how he wanted. All his hands wanted to do was to cup his balls, to feel them, to see if they were still there. Instead, as the pain coursed through his body, his face convulsed with pain, all of the women got to watch the show.

So many things were going through Jen’s mind. That had been a hard kick with a very hard and very heavy boot. Had her son’s nuts just been obliterated? She imagined that not even he knew the answer to that. But then she realized she didn’t care. She thought she would feel some strong emotion of fear or sadness for him, but she didn’t. They were just his balls. It wasn’t like he was dying. And so what if his nuts were mush? Wouldn’t he actually be the better for it?

Jen could feel a power coursing through her. And then an overwhelming sense of joy and satisfaction.

Hailey was admiring her work. She knew she had hit the mark perfectly. She wanted to jump with excitement. But she didn’t quite know how to react. How would Ms. G react at her giggling with excitement as her son writhed in unimaginable pain?

The other women in the room too were also looking to Jen for their cue on how to react.

Jen and Doug locked eyes. He looked so sad and pathetic. His eyes were begging for mercy as the pain continued to build through his abdomen. He wanted his mom to stop the pain, to do something, anything for him.

Jen looked up at her daughter Sarah, who was still holding Doug up. Mother and daughter had always had a deep connection, and they knew what one another were thinking. Slowly, a broad smile crept to Sarah’s face, and then to Jen’s. Then Jen couldn’t control it any longer and she started laughing out loud. Relieved, all of the other women joined in.

Sarah let go of Doug and he was finally allowed to collapse to the ground, his hands going to check his balls.

“Are they still there Dougy?” Sarah taunted her brother.

“I can check for you.” Said Hailey, laughing.

Hailey bounced up and down with glee as the laughter filled the room. Doug started writhing across the floor and shaking. This only made them all laugh even harder. Jen thought she might soon be laughing so hard she would be on the ground too.

Minutes passed. Minutes of pure joy and glee for the women. And of utter torment for Doug.

If Doug only knew what the future had in store for him, he would have wished that both of his nuts had been turned to mush that night.