Piggy’s Balls Chapter 8 and 9: Red Light, Green Light

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

Here are the previous chapters.

* [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/105f9yu/piggys_balls_chapter_1_planning_threats_intro/) (Planning, Threats)
* [Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/109z0ne/piggys_balls_chapter_2_new_friends_punching/) (Punching)
* [Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1aw4hsd/piggys_balls_chapter_3_the_thrill_of_victory_the/) (Crushing)
* [Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1aw4w7c/piggys_balls_chapter_4_playing_simon_hammering/) (hammering)
* [Chapter 5,6,7](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1sbthuj/piggys_balls_chapters_5_6_7_jodie_the_evil/) (Mallet Hits)

# Piggy’s Balls Chapter 8: Don’t Screw This Up

Piggy floated through the next morning on autopilot. His balls ached—deep, swollen throbs that spiked every time he crossed his legs in Chemistry—but he didn't mind. The pain had always been worth it. Popularity with a price, sure, but last night with Jodie was different. She wanted him. Called him boyfriend. Gave him a blowjob. It was real for the first time.

He pushed open the front door after classes. The smell of vanilla body spray and pizza crust hit him first. Alexis was on the couch—tiny black shorts, cropped tank, nipples hard against cotton, leg slung over the arm like she owned the room. She looked up from her phone, eyes flicking to his waddle.

"You're limping like you’ve been recently worked over.  What did you do last night?"

Piggy hesitated. He hadn't planned to spill—Jodie felt like his secret—but Alexis's stare pulled it out anyway. "Jodie. She... she went at 'em with a rubber mallet. Then a blowjob after. Said I'm her boyfriend now. For real."

Alexis blinked calculating. Then a slow grin spread. "Jodie? The loudmouth farm girl? Damn. That's... unexpected." She sat up, patting the cushion beside her. "Come sit. Carefully."

He eased down, sack settling heavy between his thighs—purple-mottled, still fat and smooth. She reached over, gave one ball a gentle roll through his shorts. No squeeze, just checking. "Still intact. Good. You've always been tougher than you look."

Piggy beamed despite the ache. "Yeah. It was... nice. She kissed me."

Alexis nodded, but her eyes went distant—planning. "Hey. I need a favor. Big one."

He straightened. Favors from Alexis always meant girls. More hands, more laughs, more chances to be seen. "Sure, what can I do?"

"Karen's bringing Ash tomorrow. Ash—the quiet one with the dark hair? She's... she's special. I want her. Like, want to jump her bones special. And Karen's her best friend—so if Ash feels safe, if the vibe clicks..." She trailed off, biting her lip. "I need you to be perfect. Not just endure—make it fun. Make 'em laugh. Make Ash forget she's ever been scared of guys."

Piggy's chest puffed. This was his lane: the party favor who kept the party going. "I can do that. Wide smiles, no whining. Whatever she throws."

Alexis leaned in, her voice softer. “I know you can. You’ve done it for me a million times.” She gave his balls another light, almost affectionate pat. “If you nail it, I’ll give you a nice long handjob as a reward. But if you fuck up and ruin the night… well, you know I’ll have to make the last crusher session look gentle by comparison.” Her tone stayed warm, almost pleading. “Mostly though, I’m asking because you’re my bestie. We’re a team. I bring the girls, you keep them entertained and coming back. If tomorrow works? Ash might stick around. And if she touches me while she plays with you… I’ll make sure you get touched too. We both win.”

He swallowed. The foolish hope flickered—maybe this time, Alexis would see him as more than the toy. Maybe she'd finally... But he shoved it down.  He had to be the perfect piggy.

"I won't let you down," he said, quiet but sure. "I'll ice 'em tonight. Keep 'em big, smooth. Ready."

She ruffled his hair—big-sister style—then stood, hips swaying toward the kitchen. "Good boy. And if Jodie texts? Tell her you're busy. I need your head clear. This is our night."

Piggy stayed on the couch, hands cupping his tender sack, heart racing. Tomorrow: Ash, Karen, whatever games they brought. He'd smile through every hit. Take every torture, every slap. Because Alexis was his bestie. And deep down, he hoped she’d reward him nicely.  Either way, he needed the girls she pulled in, to keep alive the chance she'd one day turn those eyes on him alone.

He'd be perfect. Because that's what best friends do.



# Piggy’s Balls Chapter 9 – “Red Light, Green Light”

Alexis clapped her hands with a big grin. “Piggy, grab the light.”

Piggy pulled out their familiar red-and-green party lamp and turned it on. The big green bulb glowed.

“Rules are simple. Green light means walk toward him. First girl to reach him and touch his balls wins the round and gets to punch them. If the light turns red and you flinch or move, you lose one item of clothing. Only the losers drink at the end of each round. Socks count tonight.”

Karen bounced excitedly. “This is gonna be so much fun! I can’t wait to punch his balls!”

Ash was silent.

Piggy stood against the wall, completely naked from the waist down, his large smooth shaved balls hanging full and resilient, still unmarked for now.

Round 1. Green light.

The three girls lined up. They started walking. When the light flipped to red, Karen wobbled and, seeing Karen falter, Alexis intentionally took an extra step.

“Losers drink,” Alexis said. Karen pulled off her socks. Alexis peeled off her t-shirt, revealing her sheer mesh bra with her long nipples already poking through the fabric, her athletic torso on full display.

Both girls took a shot.

Meanwhile Ash approached Piggy. She studied his testicles, and then carefully lined up and delivered a punch to his meaty ball bag.

His large smooth balls absorbed the blow with a dull thud, the resilient orbs flattening slightly before springing back, a faint pink flush beginning to spread across the shaved skin.

“Oof. Good one, Ash!” Piggy praised her for hurting his balls.

Round 2. Green light.

Ash tripped on a red light. She kicked off her socks. Alexis intentionally moved slowly to let Karen win one, and took off her bra to stand topless, her medium breasts free and her long nipples stiff and prominent. She was intentionally escalating the moment for the others.

Ash and Alexis drank.

Karen excitedly stepped up to Piggy. She measured the distances, and buried her bony knuckles into his nut meat.

His balls were already starting to feel heavier, the faint pink now deepening to a soft red where her knuckles had landed.

“Oof. Nice swing!” Piggy complimented her, secretly hoping she won more often because she didn’t hit as hard as the others.

Round 3. Green light.

Karen and Ash lost to Alexis. Karen pulled her sweater over her head, revealing her lacy pink bra cradling her small pale breasts. Ash dropped her shorts, showing off her toned, well-muscled legs and cute athletic panties that hugged the curve of her athletic butt.

Karen and Ash drank.

Alexis gestured to the girls with her fist to get their attention, then planted it into Piggy’s sensitive gonads. Piggy bent over and squealed.

Alexis crowed, “That is how you do it girls. Top that if you can.”

Round 4. Green light.

Alexis and Karen got caught. Alexis slid her leggings down, now standing in just her panties and socks, her athletic legs and shaved mound visible beneath the thin mesh fabric of her panties. Karen slid her jeans down, revealing scrawny pale legs that ended in small pink panties.

Alexis and Karen drank.

Ash took her moment to attack Piggy’s balls. She swung brutally, her fist driving deep into his sensitive organs. The meaty impact sounded with a heavy thud, his large smooth balls distorting visibly as the left one compressed flat before rebounding, the shaved skin now blooming a deeper red and beginning to puff outward. Inside, a rolling wave of nausea surged up his gut, hot pulses radiating from the core of each testicle. Ash watched with dark satisfaction as the sack started to swell.

Piggy bent and expelled all the breath from his lungs, forcing out, “Oof… good one,” through gritted teeth.

Ash looked at Alexis, “Was that good enough?”

Alexis smirked back playfully.

Round 5. Green light.

Ash and Karen lost the round. Ash pulled her tank top off, now down to her sports bra and sporty panties, her toned abs flexing as she moved. Karen reached back and unhooked her bra, letting her small pale breasts with puffy pink nipples bounce free, the thin freckles across her chest catching the light.

Ash and Karen drank.

Alexis lined up, and waited until Ash was watching, and then delivered a shocking brutal punch to Piggy’s balls. He fell to all fours, and struggled to breathe.

Alexis taunted Ash, “Think you can top that one?”

Ash looked at Piggy thoughtfully.

Round 6. Green light.

Karen stumbled at a red light. She slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, now completely naked—her narrow thighs pale and freckled, the sculpted triangle of red pubic hair crowning her pronounced outie vagina on full display. Alexis let Ash win, and removed her panties, her shaved vagina visible, but her socks stayed on.

Ash looked her up and down, and said “Nice fashion statement.”

Karen and Alexis drank.

Ash stepped up to Piggy; there was something in her eyes that made Piggy a little afraid. She was a small woman, but athletic. She pulled her fist back, and let fly.

The savage punch landed with a deep, fleshy thwap. Piggy’s large balls distorted dramatically, the orbs flattening and warping around her small fist before slowly rebounding, the balls a vivid angry red that was rapidly darkening toward purple at the impact points, the entire sack swelling heavier and starting to hang lopsided. Inside, a sickening heat bloomed deep in his gut, nausea clawing upward as each testicle pulsed with fresh agony. Ash’s eyes lit with savage satisfaction as she watched the bruising bloom. Piggy was down, struggling with the pain in his sensitive testicles. His smile failed for the first time, but his fetal position hid his fault.

Alexis appraised Ash. “Good swing.” Then prodded Piggy with her toes. “What do you say to Ash, Piggy?”

“Th…Thank you.” Piggy said as he could find enough breath.

Round 7. Green light.

Karen had nothing left to remove, so she joined Piggy at the light. Alexis and Ash tripped each other up, both falling during a red light, Alexis playfully grabbed Ash’s ass as they rolled around on the ground.

“You both lose!” Karen exclaimed.

Ash said, “I shouldn’t win on a disqualification.”

Karen: “Fair enough, but I get a shot at Piggy’s balls.”

Alexis nodded.

Karen took her swing; bony knuckles landed painfully, but nothing compared to what the other girls could deliver. Piggy doubled over anyway. Then he grunted out, “Good one,” as he eyed Karen’s pretty crotch, the sculpted triangle of red pubic hair crowning her pronounced outie vagina.

Round 8. Green light.

Alexis was on a mission, and with her experience she easily beat Ash. Ash shrugged, and pulled her sports bra over her head, revealing her small athletic breasts that sagged in a soft feminine way, complementing her toned abs and the big tattoo running down one leg, the big wooden ear piercings giving her an edgy look. Ash took a drink.

Alexis approached Piggy, who eyed her beautiful body. She prepared for her victory celebration. She paused to say, “Are you ready Piggy?”

Oh shit! Piggy thought. This is going to hurt.

Alexis swung with her full power. She was an artist at delivering testicle pain, and she made this punch a masterpiece. The impact cracked loudly—SMACK—his already bruised and swollen balls compressing violently, the large orbs warping into ugly flattened shapes before they rebounded heavier than before, the purple bruising now spreading across the entire sack, the skin tight and shiny from the rapid swelling. A fresh wave of gut-wrenching nausea exploded upward, the heat inside turning molten as his balls throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Alexis watched with hungry eyes as the sack continued to darken and puff.

Piggy fell to the floor.

The girls watched him squirm about and giggle.

Round 9. Green light.

In the final round Alexis pushed hard but still lost. She pulled off her socks—and stood confidently naked in front of everyone, her athletic body and shaved vagina on full display.

Ash was now the clear winner of the game, still wearing her athletic panties. She stepped back, breathing heavily, eyes dark with excitement.

“This has been fun… but I brought something special.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out the small black stun gun. She clicked it on. A sharp blue arc crackled loudly between the prongs.

“I bought this to protect myself when my drunk boyfriend got rough with me. Instead he took it and used it on me. I’ve always wanted to shock a guy’s balls.”

Ash turned to Alexis. “Alexis… can I use this on Piggy’s balls?”

Alexis’s long nipples were rock-hard, eyes bright. “Sure. Go for it.”

Piggy stared at Alexis, eyes wide and desperately pleading, silently begging her to stop.

Ash pressed the crackling prongs firmly against Piggy’s swollen, purple balls, trigger already depressed.

The stun gun erupted with a vicious CRACKLE-ZAP. Piggy’s body seized violently, every muscle locking as the electricity surged through his battered gonads; the large smooth orbs contracted and twitched uncontrollably, the purple bruising seeming to darken further under the assault while the shaved skin jumped and spasmed. Inside, white-hot fire exploded through his balls and straight into his gut, a searing nausea so intense he felt his stomach try to climb his throat, terror flashing that the current would cook them for good. A raw, high-pitched scream tore out of him as he collapsed to the floor, writhing and wailing in agony, but Ash leaned in to try and keep the stun gun frying his nuts.

Alexis grabbed her, pulling her into a bear hug. Ash released the trigger, tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she said.

Alexis saw her moment, and kissed Ash deeply, as she gently took the stun gun away from her. Kiss finished, she released Ash, who had some of her traditional fire back.

Then Alexis leaned down, and extended the stun gun.

Piggy looked up, voice breaking. “Alexis, please… no more…”

“It’s part of the game,” Alexis said firmly and pressed the stun gun back against his balls. The second jolt hit even harder—CRACKLE-ZAP—his already swollen and deeply purple sac convulsing violently again, the bruised orbs jerking and darkening under the electric burn while the internal fire felt like lightning tearing through tender meat, the nausea doubling until he was sure he would vomit, fear spiking that permanent damage was seconds away. Piggy screamed even louder, thrashing wildly on the floor.

Alexis finally pulled it away and turned to Karen, still holding the stun gun. “Your turn, Karen.”

Karen’s face had gone completely pale. She wrapped her arms around her naked body and took a step back. “No. I’m done. This isn’t fun anymore. I’m out.”

Karen and Ash exchanged uneasy glances. Karen quickly gathered her scattered clothes, her pale freckled body flushed with discomfort, while Ash, still breathing hard, pulled on her things in silence. They dressed in a rush and slipped out the front door without a backward look, the latch clicking shut behind them.

Alone now, Alexis’s playful energy evaporated. Her eyes narrowed, lips curling into a cold, scary smile as she stared down at Piggy’s trembling form on the floor. The room felt heavier, the air thick with unspoken promise. “Those screams are going to cost you tomorrow, Piggy,” she whispered, voice low and dangerous, the ringmaster gone and something far more intense taking her place.

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**Author's Note:** I have a full outline for this entire story cycle, so generating future chapters should be fast.

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