Falael
12-14-2009, 07:59 AM
Here's the first story...
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The Asian Fetish
My girlfriend Kanako (Kana) is Japanese. Which is to say she was born in Japan, though she moved here when she was 8 and grew up speaking English. She's short - only 5'2" - but I think she's beautiful, with big soulful eyes and the cutest smile I've ever seen. She's also in great shape - her dad is apparently a jujitsu master, and had raised his daughter in his image. Sometimes I would just have her stand in front of me and let me inspect every cream-colored curve and line of muscle as it traced its way over her petite, compact body...but I won't go any further, because she'd be embarrassed if I did. Anyway, when this story happened, we had been together about two years, and things were going great.
But one problem with dating a Japanese girl is that, at some point, someone accuses you of having an "Asian fetish." Now I'm not saying there's no such thing - I've seen guys who would hit on a dachsund if it had black hair and oval eyes. But this certainly didn't apply to me. Kanako was the one for me, and that would have been true if she was black, brown, purple, or whatever. But people still lobbed that "Asian fetish" thing at me every once in a while.
Ironically, this time, it was an Asian girl making the accusation. Her name was May, and she was Taiwanese-American, I think. Anyway, about ten of us were out at the pool - me, Kanako, and a bunch of Kanako's college friends (I was 23, in my fifth year of college, going for my master's in engineering. Kanako was two years younger.). So we were out at the pool, sitting around a table, and this girl May starts going on an on about "Asian fetish guys" and how disgusting they were.
"I can't even go to the mall without, like, 20 of those guys trying to look up my skirt," she sneered. "Like, everywhere you go there's one or two. For example, Joe here."
"Hey," I said, holding up my hands in protest, "whatever!"
"Joe's got the Yellow Fever?" one of May's friends asked.
"Well just look at who his girlfriend is," May said, pointing to Kanako, who was just coming out of the pool. May was wearing a pretty revealing black bikini, and it looked like she had spend a lot of time on the beach or in a tanning booth, while Kanako, in contrast, wore a more conservative blue one-piece.
"Hey, hey," I said, slipping my arm around Kana's waist as she came to stand by me. "I don't have an Asian fetish, I've got a Kanako fetish." People laughed.
May got irritated. "Nice, your little Japanese doll," she said. "Couldn't get a Chinese girl, huh?"
Eyes widened, and a low chorus of "Ooooohhh" went around the table. Kanako was visibly upset but said nothing.
"We all know that Japanese girls are ho-bags," May said. "They're like a cheap substitute for guys who can't get the real thing." As if to back up what she was saying, she stretched her body out in front of us.
"Hey, don't talk about my girlfriend like that," I said. "Take your racist bullshit somewhere else."
"Ooh, racist bullshit," May said, mocking me. "Keep talking, Asian-fetish Boy."
"Look," I said. "I don't care what you think about me. Now take back what you said about Kanako."
"Or what?" May asked, taking off her sunglasses and staring me in the face. "You'll kick my ass?"
Another chorus of "Ooooohhh."
"Take it back," I insisted stubbornly.
"No, Joe, it's OK," said Kana softly. "Let it go." Her arm slipped around behind me and squeezed my shoulder supportively.
"Look, your little doll is protecting you," May taunted. "Big man, big man!"
Kana obviously wanted me to walk away, but I was getting angrier and angrier. I leaned forward and my hands balled into fists.
"Oh, look at that," May laughed, "He's ready to fight. Wanna go right now? Let's go, right outside the fence on the grass."
I was pissed, but getting into a fight with a girl was something I'd never done and never wanted to do.
But May just wasn't letting it go. "Hey," she said. "Did you know I work in the financial aid office? I'd hate to see your loan get cancelled next semester because of a computer glitch."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You fuckin better not," I said.
"Alright," said May, standing up and walking over to me. "Fight me right now, tough guy, and if you win, I'll take back what I said about your little girlfriend. And if I win, you admit you have an Asian fetish."
What else could I do? Even though Kana was shaking her head "No, no, no," I stood up and accepted May's challenge. I figured I wouldn’t have to really hurt May to knock her on the ground, and then it would be over.
Five minutes later we were standing on the grass behind the pool, with the other eight people forming a ring around me and May. May was practicing punches and kicks, and I was getting a little worried - she looked like she knew some martial arts, and I had never even been in a real fight. I had taken a semester of boxing a few years ago, but that was it. Still, I outweighed May by a good fifty or sixty pounds, and I was undoubtedly much stronger. The main thing I was worried about was hitting a girl.
"You ready, Asian fetish boy?" May asked, facing me. I nodded.
"One last chance to take back what you said about my girlfriend," I spat.
"Once I beat your ass you'll have to call her your boyfriend," May said. "Except of course she'll leave you and get with a tougher guy."
"Alright, let's fucking go," I snarled. She raised her hands and came at me, and the match was on. Kanako was biting her nails anxiously on the sidelines.
May came at me on the balls of her feet, hands raised like a fighter. I raised my hands too, and came at her edgewise, like I had seen guys do in kickboxing matches. I threw an exploratory jab, but May danced away and laughed at me. I advanced, throwing light jabs.
Then she threw back. Her punches were short and snapping; I could tell she had done martial arts. She didn't have much weight behind the punches, but her small fists smacked painfully into my forearms.
Watching May dance and weave, I noticed her body for the first time. I usually didn't spend a lot of time checking out other girls (I usually have eyes only for Kana, cheesy as that sounds), but it was hard not to stare when we were fighting each other. May had long, thin, tan legs, slim hips, a flat bronze stomach, small nicely-shaped breasts...I may not have had an Asian fetish, but I knew a hot 21-year-old woman when I saw one. Lots of guys would have been excited by the sight of her in that little bikini, bouncing on her toes and sweating in the sun. As for me, I was just a little bit fascinated...
Then her leg kicked out at my knee, and I quickly danced back. She could kick too! I might be in trouble.
"Hey, Asian-fetish Boy, too busy checking me out?" she laughed as she came right at me.
Irritated, I hit her with a right hand. I was still wary of hitting a girl, and I didn't put my full weight behind the punch. She came in close and started jabbing at my stomach and throwing knees. I crouched and hit at her with elbows, trying to knock her back. Her knee thudded painfully into my side - she really knew how to kick! I reached out with an arm to shove her away.
She grabbed the arm and almost twisted it! She might have broke my wrist and ended the fight right there, but I was too quick. I twisted my arm and yanked it away, and with my other arm I reached around her head and grabbed her in a headlock.
She heaved, trying to get free, but I held on. I could feel her skin hot and sweaty up against mine - we were only wearing bathing suits, and hers frankly didn’t cover very much. I wondered if Kanako would get jealous, which was kind of an absurd thought given the fact that I was trying to beat the shit out of this girl, not make out with her.
Then May, struggling to escape my headlock, slapped her hand backward, catching me in the balls. It wasn't a crushing blow, but it sent a jolt right through my body and I instantly let go and stepped back, dropping my right hand instinctively to protect my groin. May danced back and raised her hands again. Strands of black hair, pulled out of her ponytail by my headlock, fell down across her face as she glared at me.
I backed off until the momentary shock and minor nausea of the ball slap receded. I had to be careful with this girl, she really knew how to fight a guy.
"Come on," May breathed. "You want some more of that? You ready for some more of that?"
I lashed up with my right hand, no longer caring about hitting a girl, knocking May right in the face. Surprised, she gave a little cry of pain and fell backwards onto her ass in the grass.
I stood there, hands ready, waiting for her to get up, glaring right back.
Slowly, she got to her feet. I thought she would be wary of me now, but she was even angrier than before. She came at me fast, striking with a speed I couldn't match, kicking and kneeing. I gave ground, managing to deflect most of her blows, but some found their way to my shins and thighs and ribs, and one time she even caught me in the head.
That made me mad. I threw a jab to her face, putting her off-balance, and then hit at her chest with a mighty punch. She fell back -
- and then bounced back, and her leg swung up, and her foot snapped out and caught me right in the balls.
I felt the contact through my flimsy swimsuit. As quickly as it had hit me her foot was gone, and a shock of pain zapped right through my body like electricity to the back of my eyes. My eyes widened and I let out an "Oooooh!" of shock, and both my hands dropped to my balls a second too late.
For a moment nothing happened. I half-crouched over, staring at May, who was now standing back from me, her hands on her hips, grinning. My balls felt numb, and I wondered if it was a false alarm, and if I should rush forward and knock her to the grass...
Then the pain hit. It felt like a hand was inside my abdomen, clenching and unclenching and squeezing everything inside. A sick wave of nausea washed over me, and every muscle in my body started to feel weak and soggy.
I had been hit where it counts before, during sports, though never this directly. The worst thing about a nut shot isn't even the pain or the nausea - it's the weakness, the sense of powerlessness and defeat, that it sends to your brain. Getting hit in the balls isn't really more painful than breaking your arm – but breaking your arm makes you want to run away and jump up and down, while crushed testicles just make you want to curl up, die, and vomit, in that order.
So as May stood there laughing at me, I was fighting like crazy just to stay on my feet. Stay up, I ordered myself, stay up. I may have just been beaten in a fight, but I wasn't going to go down and give this asshole girl the satisfaction of seeing me rolling around in agony at her feet.
I was bent double, my breath coming hard, both hands cupped over my busted gonads. I looked up wide-eyed at May, who was standing in front of me laughing.
"Hey, having trouble?" she asked sarcastically. "Are you okay?"
"Fuck you," I wheezed, as another wave of nausea nearly made me heave.
Then she slapped me in the face. It was hard, but casual, full of contempt. I barely felt the sting - the fire burning through my lower body was way too intense - but the indignity of it, the shame of not being able to block the slap, and just having to take it quietly, really cut me.
Don't go down, I thought, whatever happens, just don't go down. My legs were like noodles, but somehow I was standing.
But May had other plans. She put her hands on my shoulders - conveniently bent over in front of her - and shoved down. I was no match for her strength, and I collapsed to my knees.
"I win!" she yelled to the other people. "Hey, Joe, how are your balls feeling?"
I could only moan in response. The pain just didn't stop. My stomach muscles clenched and unclenched. I felt tears well up in my eyes. That was the ultimate humiliation - this bitch hadn't just sent me to my knees in agony with one kick, she had made me cry. I tried to hide it, putting my head down onto the grass, but she saw.
"Joe, are you crying?" She asked. "He is! He's crying!"
She walked over in front of me. Through the haze of tears I saw her legs, tan and shapely, but totally evil and arrogant. She bent over and reached for me...
...then a voice called out, "Leave my boyfriend alone!"
It was Kanako's voice! Out of the corner of my eye I saw her rush at May, still dressed in that blue one-piece suit. She was like a little ivory ball of fury. "You fucking bitch!" Kana yelled - you could tell she wasn't used to cursing, which made her sound even angrier.
May was surprised but ready for her, and danced back, throwing a fist and a knee. I rocked back onto my back, still holding my battered crotch, but the pain was subsiding enough that I could sit up and watch the new fight. I reached up and wiped the tears out of my eyes - and gaped at what I was seeing.
May might have known some martial arts, but they were pretty useless against Kanako’s jujitsu skills. Kanako grabbed at every punch or kick May threw, and kept May dancing back, trying to hit Kana from long range.
But it didn't work. As May threw a punch, Kana launched herself under it, and grabbed May's legs, taking her down to the grass. They struggled and squirmed furiously, with May trying to use her weight to throw Kana off. But Kana hadn't spent all those months in the gym with her dad for nothing. She wrapped her legs around May's, immobilizing them, twisted May around so that May's face was to the ground, pinning the Taiwanese girl's left arm underneath her. As May writhed, the top of her black bikini caught on the grass and slipped down to her stomach, exposing her breasts to the crowd. Her breasts were small but well-shaped, as tan as the rest of her body, with small wine-dark nipples. I can't say I was in either the physical or mental condition to be aroused by that, but not so for the other people there. At this point, everybody else was just gaping - they had never even hoped to see anything like this in their lifetimes.
Then Kanako grabbed May's right arm in an arm-bar, threatening to break it.
"I give up!" May was shouting. "I give up!"
If Kana had increased the pressure on May's arm, she could have broken it. But she wasn't done getting May back for what May had done to me. With her free hand, Kana reached up to May's neck and located a critical pressure point, and began to squeeze. It was May's turn to cry in pain as she began to sob into the grass. Between the arm-bar and the pressure point grab, she must be in as much or more pain as I had been in. Combine that with her half-naked state, and I almost felt sorry for May. Then I felt the ache in my balls, and I stopped feeling sorry for her.
Kanako wasn't letting up just yet. "Eat grass," my girlfriend commanded, and May did, gnawing at the ground with her teeth. Only then did Kana stand up, releasing May's arm and neck. As I saw Kana standing there, triumphant, a rush of affection momentarily drowned out the throbbing in my nether regions.
May sobbed into the grass for another moment before climbing slowly to her feet, looking down, utterly humiliated, covering her tear-stained face and ignoring her exposed chest. Kanako, still angry, but now under control, stood looking at May with her hands on her hips. Then she glanced over at me, worried, to see if I was all right.
"All right" wasn't exactly the word I would use to describe myself, but I was feeling worlds better. The ache in my balls and the nausea in my abdomen had faded to a dull throb, and I found I could stand up with only a little difficulty. Walking forward slowly and a bit gingerly, I went over to Kana and put my arm around her waist. She put her arm around mine, and gave me a little squeeze. I smiled.
May, having recovered enough to realize her semi-nude state, covered up with her hands, then turned away and pulled her bikini top back up over her breasts. Then she turned back and walked toward me and Kana.
I almost bent over to protect my balls out of pure instinct, but realized that the fight had gone out of May. I reached out my hand, and she shook it.
"I'm sorry," she said in a small, defeated voice. I nodded silently, wincing slightly at the remnants of my testicle pain.
To my surprised, Kanako said, "I'm sorry too," and went over to give May a hug.
I may never understand girls. But Kanako, what a girl.
And that was the end of that. That night Kanako and I made some of the sweetest, most intense love that we ever have - although, due to the still-fragile state of my bruised gonads, we had to take it pretty slow. I don't think either of us minded at all.
And as for May, I never talked to her again, although we did pass each other once or twice on campus. Each time we greeted each other with a short little nod. I definitely didn't want to get into anything with her again...but I'm sure she was even more afraid of me - or, rather, my beautiful, wonderful, sweet little Japanese gladiator girlfriend. The only Asian, or girl of any type, that I have a fetish for.
The End
"Alright, let's fucking go," I snarled. She raised her hands and came at me, and the match was on. Kanako was biting her nails anxiously on the sidelines.
May came at me on the balls of her feet, hands raised like a fighter. I raised my hands too, and came at her edgewise, like I had guys do in kickboxing matches. I threw an exploratory jab, but May danced away and laughed at me. I advanced, throwing light jabs.
Then she threw back. Her punches were short and snapping; I could tell she had done martial arts. She didn't have much weight behind the punches, but her small fists smacked painfully into my forearms.
Watching May dance and weave, I noticed her body for the first time. I usually didn't spend a lot of time checking out other girls (I usually have eyes only for Kana, cheesy as that sounds), but it was hard not to stare when we were fighting each other. May had long, thin, tan legs, slim hips, a flat bronze stomach, small nicely-shaped breasts...I may not have had an Asian fetish, but I knew a hot 21-year-old woman when I saw one. Lots of guys would have been excited by the sight of her in that little bikini, bounching on her toes and sweating in the sun. As for me, I was just a little bit fascinated...
Then her leg kicked out at my knee, and I quickly danced back. She could kick too! I might be in trouble.
"Hey, Asian-fetish Boy, too busy checking me out?" she laughed as she came right at me.
Irritated, I hit her with a right hand. I was still wary of hitting a girl, and I didn't put my full weight behind the punch. She came in close and started jabbing at my stomach and throwing knees. I crouched and hit at her with elbows, trying to knock her back. Her knee thudded painfully into my side - she really knew how to kick! I reached out with an arm to shove her away.
She grabbed the arm and almost twisted it! She might have broke my wrist and ended the fight right there, but I was too quick. I twisted my arm and yanked it away, and with my other arm I reached around her head and grabbed her in a headlock.
She heaved, trying to get free, but I held on. I could feel her skin hot and sweaty up against mine - we were only wearing bathing suits. I wondered if Kanako would get jealous, which was kind of an absurd though given the fact that I was trying to beat the shit out of this girl, not make out with her.
Then May, struggling to escape my headlock, slapped her hand backward, catching me in the balls. It wasn't a crushing blow, but it sent a jolt right through my body and I instantly let go and stepped back, dropping my right hand instinctively to protect my groin. May danced back and raised her hands again. Strands of black hair, pulled out of her ponytail by my headlock, fell down across her face as she glared at me.
I backed off until the momentary shock and minor nausea of the ball slap receded. I had to be careful with this girl, she really knew how to fight a guy.
"Come on," May breathed. "You want some more of that? You ready for some more of that?"
I lashed up with my right hand, no longer caring about hitting a girl, knocking May right in the face. Surprised, she gave a little cry of pain and fell backwards onto her ass in the grass.
I stood there, hands ready, waiting for her to get up, glaring right back.
slowly, she got to her feet. I thought she would be wary of me now, but she was even angrier than before. She came at me fast, striking with a speed I couldn't match, kicking and kneeing. I gave ground, managing to deflect most of her blows, but some found their way to my shins and thighs and ribs, and one time she even caught me in the head.
That made me mad. I threw a jab to her face, putting her off-balance, and then hit at her chest with a mighty punch. She fell back -
- and then bounced back, and her leg swung up, and her foot snapped out and caught me directly in the balls.
I felt the contact through my flimsy swimsuit. As quickly as it had hit me her foot was gone, and a shock of pain zapped right through my body like electricity to the back of my eyes. My eyes widened and I let out an "Oooooh!" of shock, and both my hands dropped to my balls a second too late.
For a moment nothing happened. I half-crouched over, staring at May, who was now standing back from me, her hands on her hips, grinning. My balls felt numb, and I wondered if it was a false alarm, and if I should rush forward and knock her to the grass...
Then the pain hit. It felt like a hand was inside my abdomen, clenching and unclenching and squeezing everything inside. A sick wave of nausea washed over me, and every muscle in my body started to feel weak and soggy.
I had been hit where it counts before, during sports, though never this directly. The worst thing about a nut shot isn't even the pain or the nausea - it's the weakness, the sense of powerlessness and defeat, that it sends to your brain. Getting hit in the balls isn't really more painful than breaking your arm, but breaking your arm makes you want to run away and jump up and down, while crushed testicles just make you want to curl up, die, and vomit, in that order.
So as May stood there laughing at me, I was fighting like crazy just to stay on my feet. Stay up, I ordered myself, stay up. I may have just been beaten in a fight, but I wasn't going to go down and give this asshole girl the satisfaction of seeing me rolling around in agony at her feet.
I was bent double, my breath coming hard, both hands cupped over my busted gonads. I looked up at May, who was standing in front of me laughing.
"Hey, having trouble?" she asked sarcastically. "Are you okay?"
"Fuck you," I wheezed, as another wave of nausea nearly sent me to the ground.
Then she slapped me in the face. It was hard, but casual, full of contempt. I barely felt the sting - the fire burning through my lower body was way too intense - but the indignity of it, the shame of not being able to block the slap, and just having to take it quietly, really cut me.
Don't go down, I thought, whatever happens, just don't go down. My legs were like noodles, but somehow I was standing.
But May had other plans. She put her hands on my shoulders - conveniently bent over in front of her - and shoved down. I was no match for her strength, and I collapsed to my knees.
"I win!" she yelled to the other people. "Hey, Joe, how are your balls feeling?"
I could only moan in response. The pain just didn't stop. My stomach muscles clenched and unclenched. I felt tears well up in my eyes. That was the ultimate indignity - this bitch hadn't just sent me to my knees in agony with one kick, she had made me cry. I tried to hide it, putting my head down onto the grass, but she saw.
"Joe, are you crying?" She asked. "He is! He's crying!"
She walked over in front of me. Through the haze of tears I saw her legs, tan and shapely, but totally evil and arrogant. She bent over and reached for me...
...then a voice called out, "Leave my boyfriend alone!"
It was Kanako's voice! Out of the corner of my eye I saw her rush at May, still dressed in that blue one-piece suit. She was like a little ivory ball of fury. "You fucking bitch!" Kana yelled - you could tell she wasn't used to cursing, which made her sound even angrier.
May was ready for her, and danced back, throwing a fist and a knee. I rocked back onto my back, still holding my battered crotch, but the pain was subsiding enough that I could sit up and watch the new fight. I reached up and wiped the tears out of my eyes - and gaped at what I was seeing.
May may have known some martial arts, but they were pretty useless against Kanako. Kanako grabbed at every punch or kick May through, and kept May dancing back, trying to hit Kana from long range.
But it didn't work. As May threw a punch, Kana launched herself under it, and grabbed May's legs, taking her down to the grass. They struggled and squirmed, with May trying to use her weight to throw Kana off. But Kana hadn't spent all those months in the gym with her dad for nothing. She wrapped her legs around May's, immobilizing them, twisted May around so that May's face was to the ground, pinning the Taiwanese girl's left arm underneath her. As May writhed, the top of her black bikini caught on the grass and slipped down to her stomach, exposing her breasts to the crowd. Her breasts were small but well-shaped, as tan as the rest of her body, with small wine-dark nipples. I can't say I was in either the physical or mental condition to be aroused by that, but not so the other people there. At this point, everybody else was just gaping - they had never even hoped to see anything like this in their lifetimes.
Then Kanako grabbed May's right arm in an arm-bar, threatening to break it.
"I give up!" May was shouting. "I give up!"
If Kana had increased the pressure on May's arm, she could have broken it. But she wasn't done getting May back for what she had done to me. With her free hand, Kana reached up to May's neck and located a critical pressure point, and began to squeeze. It was May's turn to cry in pain as she began to sob into the grass. Between the arm-bar and the pressure point grab, she must be in as much or more pain as I had been in. Combine that with her half-naked state, and I almost felt sorry for May. Then I felt the ache in my balls, and I stopped feeling sorry for her.
Kanako wasn't letting up just yet. "Eat grass," my girlfriend commanded, and May did, gnawing at the ground with her teeth. Only then did Kana stand up, releasing May's arm and neck.
May sobbed into the grass for another moment before climbing slowly to her feet, looking down, utterly humiliated, covering her tear-stained face and ignoring her exposed chest. Kanako, still angry, but now under control, stood looking at May with her hands on her hips. Then she glanced over at me, worried, to see if I was all right.
"All right" wasn't exactly the word I would use to describe myself, but I was feeling worlds better. The ache in my balls and the nausea in my abdomen had faded to a dull throb, and I found I could stand up with only a little difficulty. Walking forward slowly and a bit gingerly, I went over to Kana and put my arm around her waist. She put her arm around mine, and gave me a little squeeze. I smiled.
May, having recovered enough to realize her semi-nude state, turned away and pulled her bikini top back up over her breasts. Then she turned back toward me and Kana.
I almost bent over to protect my balls out of pure instinct, but realized that the fight had gone out of May. I reached out my hand, and she shook it.
"I'm sorry," she said in a small, defeated voice. I nodded silently, wincing slightly at the remnants of my testicle pain.
To my surprised, Kanako said, "I'm sorry too," and went over to give May a hug.
I may never understand girls. But Kanako, what a girl.
And that was the end of that. That night Kanako and I made some of the sweetest, most intense love that we ever have - although, due to the still-fragile state of my bruised gonads, we had to take it pretty slow. I don't think either of us minded at all.
And as for May, I never talked to her again, although we did pass each other once or twice on campus. Each time we greeted each other with a short little nod. I definitely didn't want to get into anything with her again...but I'm sure she was even more afraid of me - or, rather, my beautiful, wonderful, sweet little gladiator girlfriend. The only Asian, or girl of any type, that I have a fetish for.
The End
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The Asian Fetish
My girlfriend Kanako (Kana) is Japanese. Which is to say she was born in Japan, though she moved here when she was 8 and grew up speaking English. She's short - only 5'2" - but I think she's beautiful, with big soulful eyes and the cutest smile I've ever seen. She's also in great shape - her dad is apparently a jujitsu master, and had raised his daughter in his image. Sometimes I would just have her stand in front of me and let me inspect every cream-colored curve and line of muscle as it traced its way over her petite, compact body...but I won't go any further, because she'd be embarrassed if I did. Anyway, when this story happened, we had been together about two years, and things were going great.
But one problem with dating a Japanese girl is that, at some point, someone accuses you of having an "Asian fetish." Now I'm not saying there's no such thing - I've seen guys who would hit on a dachsund if it had black hair and oval eyes. But this certainly didn't apply to me. Kanako was the one for me, and that would have been true if she was black, brown, purple, or whatever. But people still lobbed that "Asian fetish" thing at me every once in a while.
Ironically, this time, it was an Asian girl making the accusation. Her name was May, and she was Taiwanese-American, I think. Anyway, about ten of us were out at the pool - me, Kanako, and a bunch of Kanako's college friends (I was 23, in my fifth year of college, going for my master's in engineering. Kanako was two years younger.). So we were out at the pool, sitting around a table, and this girl May starts going on an on about "Asian fetish guys" and how disgusting they were.
"I can't even go to the mall without, like, 20 of those guys trying to look up my skirt," she sneered. "Like, everywhere you go there's one or two. For example, Joe here."
"Hey," I said, holding up my hands in protest, "whatever!"
"Joe's got the Yellow Fever?" one of May's friends asked.
"Well just look at who his girlfriend is," May said, pointing to Kanako, who was just coming out of the pool. May was wearing a pretty revealing black bikini, and it looked like she had spend a lot of time on the beach or in a tanning booth, while Kanako, in contrast, wore a more conservative blue one-piece.
"Hey, hey," I said, slipping my arm around Kana's waist as she came to stand by me. "I don't have an Asian fetish, I've got a Kanako fetish." People laughed.
May got irritated. "Nice, your little Japanese doll," she said. "Couldn't get a Chinese girl, huh?"
Eyes widened, and a low chorus of "Ooooohhh" went around the table. Kanako was visibly upset but said nothing.
"We all know that Japanese girls are ho-bags," May said. "They're like a cheap substitute for guys who can't get the real thing." As if to back up what she was saying, she stretched her body out in front of us.
"Hey, don't talk about my girlfriend like that," I said. "Take your racist bullshit somewhere else."
"Ooh, racist bullshit," May said, mocking me. "Keep talking, Asian-fetish Boy."
"Look," I said. "I don't care what you think about me. Now take back what you said about Kanako."
"Or what?" May asked, taking off her sunglasses and staring me in the face. "You'll kick my ass?"
Another chorus of "Ooooohhh."
"Take it back," I insisted stubbornly.
"No, Joe, it's OK," said Kana softly. "Let it go." Her arm slipped around behind me and squeezed my shoulder supportively.
"Look, your little doll is protecting you," May taunted. "Big man, big man!"
Kana obviously wanted me to walk away, but I was getting angrier and angrier. I leaned forward and my hands balled into fists.
"Oh, look at that," May laughed, "He's ready to fight. Wanna go right now? Let's go, right outside the fence on the grass."
I was pissed, but getting into a fight with a girl was something I'd never done and never wanted to do.
But May just wasn't letting it go. "Hey," she said. "Did you know I work in the financial aid office? I'd hate to see your loan get cancelled next semester because of a computer glitch."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You fuckin better not," I said.
"Alright," said May, standing up and walking over to me. "Fight me right now, tough guy, and if you win, I'll take back what I said about your little girlfriend. And if I win, you admit you have an Asian fetish."
What else could I do? Even though Kana was shaking her head "No, no, no," I stood up and accepted May's challenge. I figured I wouldn’t have to really hurt May to knock her on the ground, and then it would be over.
Five minutes later we were standing on the grass behind the pool, with the other eight people forming a ring around me and May. May was practicing punches and kicks, and I was getting a little worried - she looked like she knew some martial arts, and I had never even been in a real fight. I had taken a semester of boxing a few years ago, but that was it. Still, I outweighed May by a good fifty or sixty pounds, and I was undoubtedly much stronger. The main thing I was worried about was hitting a girl.
"You ready, Asian fetish boy?" May asked, facing me. I nodded.
"One last chance to take back what you said about my girlfriend," I spat.
"Once I beat your ass you'll have to call her your boyfriend," May said. "Except of course she'll leave you and get with a tougher guy."
"Alright, let's fucking go," I snarled. She raised her hands and came at me, and the match was on. Kanako was biting her nails anxiously on the sidelines.
May came at me on the balls of her feet, hands raised like a fighter. I raised my hands too, and came at her edgewise, like I had seen guys do in kickboxing matches. I threw an exploratory jab, but May danced away and laughed at me. I advanced, throwing light jabs.
Then she threw back. Her punches were short and snapping; I could tell she had done martial arts. She didn't have much weight behind the punches, but her small fists smacked painfully into my forearms.
Watching May dance and weave, I noticed her body for the first time. I usually didn't spend a lot of time checking out other girls (I usually have eyes only for Kana, cheesy as that sounds), but it was hard not to stare when we were fighting each other. May had long, thin, tan legs, slim hips, a flat bronze stomach, small nicely-shaped breasts...I may not have had an Asian fetish, but I knew a hot 21-year-old woman when I saw one. Lots of guys would have been excited by the sight of her in that little bikini, bouncing on her toes and sweating in the sun. As for me, I was just a little bit fascinated...
Then her leg kicked out at my knee, and I quickly danced back. She could kick too! I might be in trouble.
"Hey, Asian-fetish Boy, too busy checking me out?" she laughed as she came right at me.
Irritated, I hit her with a right hand. I was still wary of hitting a girl, and I didn't put my full weight behind the punch. She came in close and started jabbing at my stomach and throwing knees. I crouched and hit at her with elbows, trying to knock her back. Her knee thudded painfully into my side - she really knew how to kick! I reached out with an arm to shove her away.
She grabbed the arm and almost twisted it! She might have broke my wrist and ended the fight right there, but I was too quick. I twisted my arm and yanked it away, and with my other arm I reached around her head and grabbed her in a headlock.
She heaved, trying to get free, but I held on. I could feel her skin hot and sweaty up against mine - we were only wearing bathing suits, and hers frankly didn’t cover very much. I wondered if Kanako would get jealous, which was kind of an absurd thought given the fact that I was trying to beat the shit out of this girl, not make out with her.
Then May, struggling to escape my headlock, slapped her hand backward, catching me in the balls. It wasn't a crushing blow, but it sent a jolt right through my body and I instantly let go and stepped back, dropping my right hand instinctively to protect my groin. May danced back and raised her hands again. Strands of black hair, pulled out of her ponytail by my headlock, fell down across her face as she glared at me.
I backed off until the momentary shock and minor nausea of the ball slap receded. I had to be careful with this girl, she really knew how to fight a guy.
"Come on," May breathed. "You want some more of that? You ready for some more of that?"
I lashed up with my right hand, no longer caring about hitting a girl, knocking May right in the face. Surprised, she gave a little cry of pain and fell backwards onto her ass in the grass.
I stood there, hands ready, waiting for her to get up, glaring right back.
Slowly, she got to her feet. I thought she would be wary of me now, but she was even angrier than before. She came at me fast, striking with a speed I couldn't match, kicking and kneeing. I gave ground, managing to deflect most of her blows, but some found their way to my shins and thighs and ribs, and one time she even caught me in the head.
That made me mad. I threw a jab to her face, putting her off-balance, and then hit at her chest with a mighty punch. She fell back -
- and then bounced back, and her leg swung up, and her foot snapped out and caught me right in the balls.
I felt the contact through my flimsy swimsuit. As quickly as it had hit me her foot was gone, and a shock of pain zapped right through my body like electricity to the back of my eyes. My eyes widened and I let out an "Oooooh!" of shock, and both my hands dropped to my balls a second too late.
For a moment nothing happened. I half-crouched over, staring at May, who was now standing back from me, her hands on her hips, grinning. My balls felt numb, and I wondered if it was a false alarm, and if I should rush forward and knock her to the grass...
Then the pain hit. It felt like a hand was inside my abdomen, clenching and unclenching and squeezing everything inside. A sick wave of nausea washed over me, and every muscle in my body started to feel weak and soggy.
I had been hit where it counts before, during sports, though never this directly. The worst thing about a nut shot isn't even the pain or the nausea - it's the weakness, the sense of powerlessness and defeat, that it sends to your brain. Getting hit in the balls isn't really more painful than breaking your arm – but breaking your arm makes you want to run away and jump up and down, while crushed testicles just make you want to curl up, die, and vomit, in that order.
So as May stood there laughing at me, I was fighting like crazy just to stay on my feet. Stay up, I ordered myself, stay up. I may have just been beaten in a fight, but I wasn't going to go down and give this asshole girl the satisfaction of seeing me rolling around in agony at her feet.
I was bent double, my breath coming hard, both hands cupped over my busted gonads. I looked up wide-eyed at May, who was standing in front of me laughing.
"Hey, having trouble?" she asked sarcastically. "Are you okay?"
"Fuck you," I wheezed, as another wave of nausea nearly made me heave.
Then she slapped me in the face. It was hard, but casual, full of contempt. I barely felt the sting - the fire burning through my lower body was way too intense - but the indignity of it, the shame of not being able to block the slap, and just having to take it quietly, really cut me.
Don't go down, I thought, whatever happens, just don't go down. My legs were like noodles, but somehow I was standing.
But May had other plans. She put her hands on my shoulders - conveniently bent over in front of her - and shoved down. I was no match for her strength, and I collapsed to my knees.
"I win!" she yelled to the other people. "Hey, Joe, how are your balls feeling?"
I could only moan in response. The pain just didn't stop. My stomach muscles clenched and unclenched. I felt tears well up in my eyes. That was the ultimate humiliation - this bitch hadn't just sent me to my knees in agony with one kick, she had made me cry. I tried to hide it, putting my head down onto the grass, but she saw.
"Joe, are you crying?" She asked. "He is! He's crying!"
She walked over in front of me. Through the haze of tears I saw her legs, tan and shapely, but totally evil and arrogant. She bent over and reached for me...
...then a voice called out, "Leave my boyfriend alone!"
It was Kanako's voice! Out of the corner of my eye I saw her rush at May, still dressed in that blue one-piece suit. She was like a little ivory ball of fury. "You fucking bitch!" Kana yelled - you could tell she wasn't used to cursing, which made her sound even angrier.
May was surprised but ready for her, and danced back, throwing a fist and a knee. I rocked back onto my back, still holding my battered crotch, but the pain was subsiding enough that I could sit up and watch the new fight. I reached up and wiped the tears out of my eyes - and gaped at what I was seeing.
May might have known some martial arts, but they were pretty useless against Kanako’s jujitsu skills. Kanako grabbed at every punch or kick May threw, and kept May dancing back, trying to hit Kana from long range.
But it didn't work. As May threw a punch, Kana launched herself under it, and grabbed May's legs, taking her down to the grass. They struggled and squirmed furiously, with May trying to use her weight to throw Kana off. But Kana hadn't spent all those months in the gym with her dad for nothing. She wrapped her legs around May's, immobilizing them, twisted May around so that May's face was to the ground, pinning the Taiwanese girl's left arm underneath her. As May writhed, the top of her black bikini caught on the grass and slipped down to her stomach, exposing her breasts to the crowd. Her breasts were small but well-shaped, as tan as the rest of her body, with small wine-dark nipples. I can't say I was in either the physical or mental condition to be aroused by that, but not so for the other people there. At this point, everybody else was just gaping - they had never even hoped to see anything like this in their lifetimes.
Then Kanako grabbed May's right arm in an arm-bar, threatening to break it.
"I give up!" May was shouting. "I give up!"
If Kana had increased the pressure on May's arm, she could have broken it. But she wasn't done getting May back for what May had done to me. With her free hand, Kana reached up to May's neck and located a critical pressure point, and began to squeeze. It was May's turn to cry in pain as she began to sob into the grass. Between the arm-bar and the pressure point grab, she must be in as much or more pain as I had been in. Combine that with her half-naked state, and I almost felt sorry for May. Then I felt the ache in my balls, and I stopped feeling sorry for her.
Kanako wasn't letting up just yet. "Eat grass," my girlfriend commanded, and May did, gnawing at the ground with her teeth. Only then did Kana stand up, releasing May's arm and neck. As I saw Kana standing there, triumphant, a rush of affection momentarily drowned out the throbbing in my nether regions.
May sobbed into the grass for another moment before climbing slowly to her feet, looking down, utterly humiliated, covering her tear-stained face and ignoring her exposed chest. Kanako, still angry, but now under control, stood looking at May with her hands on her hips. Then she glanced over at me, worried, to see if I was all right.
"All right" wasn't exactly the word I would use to describe myself, but I was feeling worlds better. The ache in my balls and the nausea in my abdomen had faded to a dull throb, and I found I could stand up with only a little difficulty. Walking forward slowly and a bit gingerly, I went over to Kana and put my arm around her waist. She put her arm around mine, and gave me a little squeeze. I smiled.
May, having recovered enough to realize her semi-nude state, covered up with her hands, then turned away and pulled her bikini top back up over her breasts. Then she turned back and walked toward me and Kana.
I almost bent over to protect my balls out of pure instinct, but realized that the fight had gone out of May. I reached out my hand, and she shook it.
"I'm sorry," she said in a small, defeated voice. I nodded silently, wincing slightly at the remnants of my testicle pain.
To my surprised, Kanako said, "I'm sorry too," and went over to give May a hug.
I may never understand girls. But Kanako, what a girl.
And that was the end of that. That night Kanako and I made some of the sweetest, most intense love that we ever have - although, due to the still-fragile state of my bruised gonads, we had to take it pretty slow. I don't think either of us minded at all.
And as for May, I never talked to her again, although we did pass each other once or twice on campus. Each time we greeted each other with a short little nod. I definitely didn't want to get into anything with her again...but I'm sure she was even more afraid of me - or, rather, my beautiful, wonderful, sweet little Japanese gladiator girlfriend. The only Asian, or girl of any type, that I have a fetish for.
The End
"Alright, let's fucking go," I snarled. She raised her hands and came at me, and the match was on. Kanako was biting her nails anxiously on the sidelines.
May came at me on the balls of her feet, hands raised like a fighter. I raised my hands too, and came at her edgewise, like I had guys do in kickboxing matches. I threw an exploratory jab, but May danced away and laughed at me. I advanced, throwing light jabs.
Then she threw back. Her punches were short and snapping; I could tell she had done martial arts. She didn't have much weight behind the punches, but her small fists smacked painfully into my forearms.
Watching May dance and weave, I noticed her body for the first time. I usually didn't spend a lot of time checking out other girls (I usually have eyes only for Kana, cheesy as that sounds), but it was hard not to stare when we were fighting each other. May had long, thin, tan legs, slim hips, a flat bronze stomach, small nicely-shaped breasts...I may not have had an Asian fetish, but I knew a hot 21-year-old woman when I saw one. Lots of guys would have been excited by the sight of her in that little bikini, bounching on her toes and sweating in the sun. As for me, I was just a little bit fascinated...
Then her leg kicked out at my knee, and I quickly danced back. She could kick too! I might be in trouble.
"Hey, Asian-fetish Boy, too busy checking me out?" she laughed as she came right at me.
Irritated, I hit her with a right hand. I was still wary of hitting a girl, and I didn't put my full weight behind the punch. She came in close and started jabbing at my stomach and throwing knees. I crouched and hit at her with elbows, trying to knock her back. Her knee thudded painfully into my side - she really knew how to kick! I reached out with an arm to shove her away.
She grabbed the arm and almost twisted it! She might have broke my wrist and ended the fight right there, but I was too quick. I twisted my arm and yanked it away, and with my other arm I reached around her head and grabbed her in a headlock.
She heaved, trying to get free, but I held on. I could feel her skin hot and sweaty up against mine - we were only wearing bathing suits. I wondered if Kanako would get jealous, which was kind of an absurd though given the fact that I was trying to beat the shit out of this girl, not make out with her.
Then May, struggling to escape my headlock, slapped her hand backward, catching me in the balls. It wasn't a crushing blow, but it sent a jolt right through my body and I instantly let go and stepped back, dropping my right hand instinctively to protect my groin. May danced back and raised her hands again. Strands of black hair, pulled out of her ponytail by my headlock, fell down across her face as she glared at me.
I backed off until the momentary shock and minor nausea of the ball slap receded. I had to be careful with this girl, she really knew how to fight a guy.
"Come on," May breathed. "You want some more of that? You ready for some more of that?"
I lashed up with my right hand, no longer caring about hitting a girl, knocking May right in the face. Surprised, she gave a little cry of pain and fell backwards onto her ass in the grass.
I stood there, hands ready, waiting for her to get up, glaring right back.
slowly, she got to her feet. I thought she would be wary of me now, but she was even angrier than before. She came at me fast, striking with a speed I couldn't match, kicking and kneeing. I gave ground, managing to deflect most of her blows, but some found their way to my shins and thighs and ribs, and one time she even caught me in the head.
That made me mad. I threw a jab to her face, putting her off-balance, and then hit at her chest with a mighty punch. She fell back -
- and then bounced back, and her leg swung up, and her foot snapped out and caught me directly in the balls.
I felt the contact through my flimsy swimsuit. As quickly as it had hit me her foot was gone, and a shock of pain zapped right through my body like electricity to the back of my eyes. My eyes widened and I let out an "Oooooh!" of shock, and both my hands dropped to my balls a second too late.
For a moment nothing happened. I half-crouched over, staring at May, who was now standing back from me, her hands on her hips, grinning. My balls felt numb, and I wondered if it was a false alarm, and if I should rush forward and knock her to the grass...
Then the pain hit. It felt like a hand was inside my abdomen, clenching and unclenching and squeezing everything inside. A sick wave of nausea washed over me, and every muscle in my body started to feel weak and soggy.
I had been hit where it counts before, during sports, though never this directly. The worst thing about a nut shot isn't even the pain or the nausea - it's the weakness, the sense of powerlessness and defeat, that it sends to your brain. Getting hit in the balls isn't really more painful than breaking your arm, but breaking your arm makes you want to run away and jump up and down, while crushed testicles just make you want to curl up, die, and vomit, in that order.
So as May stood there laughing at me, I was fighting like crazy just to stay on my feet. Stay up, I ordered myself, stay up. I may have just been beaten in a fight, but I wasn't going to go down and give this asshole girl the satisfaction of seeing me rolling around in agony at her feet.
I was bent double, my breath coming hard, both hands cupped over my busted gonads. I looked up at May, who was standing in front of me laughing.
"Hey, having trouble?" she asked sarcastically. "Are you okay?"
"Fuck you," I wheezed, as another wave of nausea nearly sent me to the ground.
Then she slapped me in the face. It was hard, but casual, full of contempt. I barely felt the sting - the fire burning through my lower body was way too intense - but the indignity of it, the shame of not being able to block the slap, and just having to take it quietly, really cut me.
Don't go down, I thought, whatever happens, just don't go down. My legs were like noodles, but somehow I was standing.
But May had other plans. She put her hands on my shoulders - conveniently bent over in front of her - and shoved down. I was no match for her strength, and I collapsed to my knees.
"I win!" she yelled to the other people. "Hey, Joe, how are your balls feeling?"
I could only moan in response. The pain just didn't stop. My stomach muscles clenched and unclenched. I felt tears well up in my eyes. That was the ultimate indignity - this bitch hadn't just sent me to my knees in agony with one kick, she had made me cry. I tried to hide it, putting my head down onto the grass, but she saw.
"Joe, are you crying?" She asked. "He is! He's crying!"
She walked over in front of me. Through the haze of tears I saw her legs, tan and shapely, but totally evil and arrogant. She bent over and reached for me...
...then a voice called out, "Leave my boyfriend alone!"
It was Kanako's voice! Out of the corner of my eye I saw her rush at May, still dressed in that blue one-piece suit. She was like a little ivory ball of fury. "You fucking bitch!" Kana yelled - you could tell she wasn't used to cursing, which made her sound even angrier.
May was ready for her, and danced back, throwing a fist and a knee. I rocked back onto my back, still holding my battered crotch, but the pain was subsiding enough that I could sit up and watch the new fight. I reached up and wiped the tears out of my eyes - and gaped at what I was seeing.
May may have known some martial arts, but they were pretty useless against Kanako. Kanako grabbed at every punch or kick May through, and kept May dancing back, trying to hit Kana from long range.
But it didn't work. As May threw a punch, Kana launched herself under it, and grabbed May's legs, taking her down to the grass. They struggled and squirmed, with May trying to use her weight to throw Kana off. But Kana hadn't spent all those months in the gym with her dad for nothing. She wrapped her legs around May's, immobilizing them, twisted May around so that May's face was to the ground, pinning the Taiwanese girl's left arm underneath her. As May writhed, the top of her black bikini caught on the grass and slipped down to her stomach, exposing her breasts to the crowd. Her breasts were small but well-shaped, as tan as the rest of her body, with small wine-dark nipples. I can't say I was in either the physical or mental condition to be aroused by that, but not so the other people there. At this point, everybody else was just gaping - they had never even hoped to see anything like this in their lifetimes.
Then Kanako grabbed May's right arm in an arm-bar, threatening to break it.
"I give up!" May was shouting. "I give up!"
If Kana had increased the pressure on May's arm, she could have broken it. But she wasn't done getting May back for what she had done to me. With her free hand, Kana reached up to May's neck and located a critical pressure point, and began to squeeze. It was May's turn to cry in pain as she began to sob into the grass. Between the arm-bar and the pressure point grab, she must be in as much or more pain as I had been in. Combine that with her half-naked state, and I almost felt sorry for May. Then I felt the ache in my balls, and I stopped feeling sorry for her.
Kanako wasn't letting up just yet. "Eat grass," my girlfriend commanded, and May did, gnawing at the ground with her teeth. Only then did Kana stand up, releasing May's arm and neck.
May sobbed into the grass for another moment before climbing slowly to her feet, looking down, utterly humiliated, covering her tear-stained face and ignoring her exposed chest. Kanako, still angry, but now under control, stood looking at May with her hands on her hips. Then she glanced over at me, worried, to see if I was all right.
"All right" wasn't exactly the word I would use to describe myself, but I was feeling worlds better. The ache in my balls and the nausea in my abdomen had faded to a dull throb, and I found I could stand up with only a little difficulty. Walking forward slowly and a bit gingerly, I went over to Kana and put my arm around her waist. She put her arm around mine, and gave me a little squeeze. I smiled.
May, having recovered enough to realize her semi-nude state, turned away and pulled her bikini top back up over her breasts. Then she turned back toward me and Kana.
I almost bent over to protect my balls out of pure instinct, but realized that the fight had gone out of May. I reached out my hand, and she shook it.
"I'm sorry," she said in a small, defeated voice. I nodded silently, wincing slightly at the remnants of my testicle pain.
To my surprised, Kanako said, "I'm sorry too," and went over to give May a hug.
I may never understand girls. But Kanako, what a girl.
And that was the end of that. That night Kanako and I made some of the sweetest, most intense love that we ever have - although, due to the still-fragile state of my bruised gonads, we had to take it pretty slow. I don't think either of us minded at all.
And as for May, I never talked to her again, although we did pass each other once or twice on campus. Each time we greeted each other with a short little nod. I definitely didn't want to get into anything with her again...but I'm sure she was even more afraid of me - or, rather, my beautiful, wonderful, sweet little gladiator girlfriend. The only Asian, or girl of any type, that I have a fetish for.
The End