Piggy’s Balls: “The Day Piggy’s Balls Failed Him" (Aftercare, Reconciliation)

Disclaimer: These stories are a work of fiction. None of the events depicted have occurred as they are depicted.

This is a significant emotional chapter that works best if you’ve read the previous ones (especially Chapters 14 and 15). It features what I consider the emotional climax of the series. If you’ve been following these characters, I think you’ll enjoy this one.

Here are the previous chapters.

Chapter 1: Planning (Threats and Setup) Chapter 2: New Friends (Punching Game) Chapter 3: The Thrill of Victory, the Agony of Defeat (Crushing) Chapter 4: Playing Simon (Hammering Game) Chapter 5,6,7: Jodie’s Date (Mallet and Blowjob) Chapter 8, 9: Red Light, Green Light (Punching and Stun Gun) Chapter 10: Scream for Me (Brutal Kicking) Chapter 11: Netflix and Definitely Not Chill (Threats and Cutting) Chapter 12: “The Apology That Backfired” (Aftercare, humiliation) Chapter 13: The Darkest Low Point (Ball Hanging, Hammering, Fear) Chapter 14: “Angry Boyfriend” (Humiliation, Nailing) Chapter 15: “Rescue & Revenge” (Nail Removal, Stun Gun, Dick Crushing) Piggy’s Balls Chapter 16 – “The Day Piggy’s Balls Failed Him” (Aftercare, Reconciliation) The house was quiet in a way it hadn’t been in weeks. Joe was gone—dragged away by Jodie after Alexis had called her, warning her to stay away from Piggy for good, but offering Joe up as a substitute. The kitchen table had been scrubbed. The only evidence left of the night before was the four neat holes in the wood and the thick gauze bundle between Piggy’s legs.

They had talked for a long time on the couch, soft and halting. Piggy kept saying how sorry he was. Alexis kept telling him it was over, that both Joe and Jodie were finished. Eventually the words ran out and she simply took his hand.

“Come on,” she said, and led him down the hall.

Not to his small bedroom. To the big one she had shared with Joe until yesterday. She closed the door behind them, kicked off her shorts, and pulled the thin white shirt over her head. Then she climbed onto the bed and patted the space beside her.

They lay facing each other. For a while they just breathed. Her fingers traced the edge of the gauze around his balls—gentle, almost reverent.

“We’re both so fucked up,” Alexis whispered eventually. “I mean… really fucked up. And somehow we found each other.”

Piggy gave a small, shaky laugh. “Yeah. So fucked up. Yet perfectly matched. It’s like magic.”

She smiled, leaned in, and kissed him. Slow at first. Then deeper. Her hand slid down his chest, over his belly, and carefully cupped the heavy, bandaged weight of his sack. She stroked him with her thumb, feather-light, and felt him twitch and harden against her wrist.

They kept kissing as she rolled on top of him. Her shaved pussy brushed the head of his small cock. She reached down, lined him up, and began to sink down.

“Alexis, stop.”

The words were out before he could second-guess them. He took a long, shaky breath. This was the thing he had wanted most his entire life, and he was about to throw it away.

“Alexis… you told me you would respect my limits. That we’d talk first. If I want you to respect mine… I have to respect yours too.” His voice cracked. “I love you. I want this more than anything. But I don’t want to ask you to do something you don’t actually want.”

He looked into her eyes, waiting for the disappointment, the withdrawal, the end of whatever fragile thing they had just rebuilt.

Alexis paused. For a heartbeat her face showed surprise, then something softer—relief—before it bloomed into a huge, genuine grin.

“It’s not a limit,” she said, voice warm. “Not for me.”

She resumed guiding him, sinking down in one slow, deliberate motion.

The first thrust was wrong.

Pain flared through Piggy’s balls—sharp, deep, impossible to ignore. The second thrust made his eyes water. He froze beneath her, hands gripping her hips.

“Stop,” he gasped.

Alexis stilled immediately, concern flashing across her face. “What’s wrong?”

He looked up at her, a few silent tears slipping down the sides of his face. His voice cracked.

“Everything good in my life has come because of my balls,” he whispered. “And now, when I finally have the chance to get the thing I always wanted most… it’s my balls that keep me from it. They hurt too bad. I can’t do it.”

Alexis’s expression softened. She stayed perfectly still, his cock still buried inside her, and brushed the tears from his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Shhh,” she murmured. “It’s okay. I’ve got another idea.”

She lifted herself off him with care, then slid down his body until her face hovered over his groin. The gauze came off gently. His balls were still grotesquely swollen and mottled, but they were his—still large, still smooth, still hers.

Alexis looked up at him, eyes dark and warm at the same time.

“Let me take care of you the way I should have a long time ago.”

She took him into her mouth—slow, wet, and impossibly skilled. No clumsy teeth, no awkward scraping, no selfish rushing. Just warm, deliberate suction and the soft glide of her tongue. She hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight through his cock and into his aching balls. One hand cradled his sack with infinite gentleness while the other stroked the base in perfect rhythm.

Piggy’s head fell back. A broken, grateful sound escaped him.

This was nothing like Jodie. Nothing like any of the rushed, duty-driven handjobs Alexis had given him over the years. This was her choosing him. Caring for him. Making him feel like the center of her world.

He lasted longer than he expected, but not by much. When he finally came it hit him like a wave—deep, shuddering, almost painful in its intensity. Alexis swallowed every drop, never once pulling away, her eyes locked on his face the entire time.

When it was over she rested her cheek against his thigh, still gently kissing the side of his softening cock.

After a long, blissful silence she lifted her head. She gave his sensitive head one last teasing lick, then crawled back up his body and settled against his chest. She kissed him softly on the mouth, then rested her forehead against his.

“I’m probably done with men,” she said quietly. “Like… actually done. Yours will probably be the last dick I ever suck. The last one inside me that isn’t fake.” She smiled, soft and wicked at the same time. “But don’t worry. I still want to have parties with your balls as my party favors. I still want to train you to be the best damn host I can. And I’m nowhere near done using them.”

Piggy let out a shaky, relieved laugh. He reached down and brushed her hair back from her face.

“Good,” he whispered. “I don’t ever want you to be done with me. Or with my balls.”

Alexis grinned, the familiar predatory glint returning to her eye.

“Then we have a deal.”

She draped one beautiful leg over his, careful not to press on his sore balls, and let out a contented sigh.

“Get some sleep. Tomorrow we start figuring out what our new normal looks like.”

Piggy closed his eyes, her warmth against him, her permanently erect nipples brushing his skin, and for the first time in his life he felt completely, perfectly chosen.

A moment later Alexis’s voice drifted up again, low and playful.

“Do you think your balls can be ready for a new party by Wednesday? Ash and I really had a good time last night, and I don’t want to let the spark die.”

Author's Note: I have drafted the entire Piggy saga. 17 chapters and an Epilogue. It's the most insane work of art I've ever been a part of.

I really appreciate feedback. In particular, I’d love to know how the emotional moment between Piggy and Alexis landed for you.