Piggy’s Balls: The Apology That Backfired

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

Author’s Note: Sorry for the week-long delay — this chapter was a tough one to crack. While it has some ballbusting, it’s heavier on relationship drama, aftercare, and emotional beats than pure CBT (same goes for Chapter 15). Hope you enjoy it!

I’ll be posting one chapter per week from here on out, so the rest of the 17-chapter saga + epilogue will roll out over the next 6–7 weeks. Stay tuned!

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) The front door clicked open a little after one in the morning. Alexis was sprawled on the living-room couch in nothing but her sheer black mesh bra and a pair of loose sleep shorts, the third rum and Coke of the night sweating in her hand. She’d been nursing it for the last hour, replaying the brutal kicking session from three days ago on an endless loop. The way Piggy had screamed. The way his balls had looked afterward—purple, swollen, still trying to look pretty for her even while they throbbed.

She heard the familiar heavy shuffle in the hallway and sat up a little straighter. Piggy. He didn’t call out the usual awkward “I’m home.” Didn’t even glance toward the living room. Just limped straight past the doorway, shoulders hunched, one hand pressed protectively to the front of his shorts like he was trying to hold something inside.

Alexis’s stomach twisted. He’d been distant ever since the kicking—polite, quiet, avoiding eye contact—but this was concerning.

She drained the rest of the drink in one long swallow, the rum burning warm down her throat. *He’s pulling away,* she thought. *And after what I did… fuck it. I’m not losing my Piggy over this.*

Bare feet silent on the hardwood, she followed him down the hall and pushed open his bedroom door without knocking.

Piggy was already sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, the overhead light casting shadows across his soft belly. His hands were cupped gingerly in his lap. He looked up, startled, eyes wide and tired.

“Piggy…” Her voice came out softer than usual, the rum loosening the edges. He could smell the alcohol on her breath as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “I’ve been thinking about what I did to you the other night. The kicking. I went a little too far.”

He blinked at her, surprised. She crossed the small room and sat on the bed beside him, close enough that her bare thigh brushed his.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and meant it. “For real. I went too far. I’ve felt like shit about it ever since. You’ve been distant… and I get it. Let me make it up to you. How about a nice handjob?”

“Do I have to wear the ball crusher?”

“No. No crusher. No games. No nothing. Just… me. For you.” She reached out and rested a hand lightly on his knee. “A real handjob. No strings.”

Piggy’s breath hitched. For a second his whole face lit up like she’d just offered him the world—exactly the over-the-moon look she’d been hoping for. Then something flickered behind his eyes. He shifted awkwardly, trying to angle his hips away from her without being obvious.

“You… you don’t have to do that,” he stammered, voice small. “It’s okay, Alexis. I know you were just… trying to make me better. You don’t owe me anything.”

She studied him a moment. The guilt in her chest sharpened. He wasn’t like this. She liked Piggy, and she didn’t want the light to go out in his eyes, the excitement to fade. But she could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he kept his hands cupped so carefully over his lap. Something was wrong… she had hurt him more than she intended, and not just by kicking his balls. She had to repair their friendship.

“Fine,” she said after a moment. The rum made her bold. She stood up, swaying just a little, and reached behind her back to unhook the sheer mesh bra. “I’ll do it naked. And you can grab my ass while I do it. Whatever you want, Piggy. Just… let me make this right.”

The bra slipped off her shoulders. Her B-cup breasts spilled free, long nipples already noticeably erect from the cool air. She hooked her thumbs into her sleep shorts and shoved them down her athletic legs, almost tripping as the fabric caught around one ankle. She kicked them aside with a clumsy little laugh, standing completely naked in front of him—shaved vagina glistening just slightly, thighs already warm.

Piggy stared, mouth half-open, cheeks flushed dark red. His eyes flicked over her body like he couldn’t believe it was real. She knew exactly what this meant to him. He’d been obsessed with her since they were kids—every punch, every kick, every cruel little game had been his price for these rare moments of closeness. And now she was offering it freely. Out of guilt. Out of pity. But still offering.

He swallowed hard, voice cracking. “Alexis… you really don’t—”

She cut him off before he could turn her down. Leaning forward, she gave him a gentle, tipsy shove, toppling him back onto the bed. Piggy let out a startled breath as she climbed over him, straddling his waist for a moment.

“Go ahead,” she encouraged softly, looking down at him. “Grab my ass. It’s okay.”

His hands slid hesitantly down her sides, then settled lightly on her beautiful ass. It had been years since he’d been allowed to touch her like this, and never had she initiated so openly. She was welcoming him to touch her magnificent body.

“Alexis…” he started.

“Shhhhh…” She slurred the sound just slightly; the smell of rum washed over him.

Making eye contact, she slid off the bed. His hands pulled away, but she caught his right one and gently returned it to her butt.

Now standing beside the bed, Alexis let her gaze drift down Piggy’s unattractive body, seeking out his small penis. As her eyes reached his cock she saw a streak of smeared blood.

She froze. Blood? That didn’t make sense. She wasn’t on her period—hadn’t been anywhere near it—and they hadn’t done anything rough enough to draw blood tonight. Her brow furrowed as she quickly glanced down at her own naked thighs and between her legs, checking for any trace she might have missed. Nothing. Her shaved pussy was clean.

“Alexis, what—” he started, voice already high and nervous, but she wasn’t listening.

The alcohol and the sharp edge of guilt had narrowed her focus into something almost clinical. She leaned in closer, one hand resting on his soft thigh for balance. With two fingers she gently but firmly lifted his small penis upward, tilting it to expose the underside and the top of his scrotum.

Her breath caught.

There, ringing the base of his shaft, were several fresh, angry bite marks—distinct tooth impressions pressed deep into the delicate skin, already bruising a vivid purple. And lower, on the upper part of his scrotum… a small, ragged patch of skin was simply *missing*. No bigger than a pea, the edges torn and uneven, still seeping a faint trace of blood. His large, hairless balls looked obscene next to the tiny wound, the skin around them swollen and shiny, the heavy orbs hanging low and meaty despite the damage.

A sick twist of heat flared low in Alexis’s belly. Her long nipples stayed hard, her thighs slick, but the arousal was tangled up with white-hot protective fury now.

Alexis’s eyes widened in horror. The handjob, the apology, the naked closeness—everything vanished in an instant.

“What the *fuck*?!” Her voice cracked sharp and loud, all softness gone. She jerked upright, still gripping his thigh hard enough that her nails dug in. “Piggy, what the hell happened to you?!”

Piggy’s face went pale. He tried to sit up, but she shoved him back down with her free hand, eyes locked on the damage between his legs.

“Alexis, it’s not— it’s fine, really—”

“Don’t you *dare* ‘it’s fine’ me.” Her voice rose, protective fury cracking through the rum haze. She leaned in again, two fingers still holding his small penis out of the way so she could stare at the raw pea-sized wound on his scrotum and the ring of deep purple bite marks around the base of his shaft. His large, pretty balls were marred by the ugly wound, now glistening with a faint sheen of fresh blood. “Who did this? When? And don’t you lie to me, Piggy. I *know* it wasn’t from the kicking three days ago. This is fresh.”

He swallowed, eyes darting away. “It was… it was Jodie. Tonight. After the movie.”

Alexis’s stomach dropped. She’d *warned* him. Over and over. And the second he was alone with that farm-girl psycho—

“She bit you?” Alexis’s voice went dangerously quiet for half a second, then exploded. “She fucking *bit* your dick? And bit a chunk out of your balls? Jesus Christ, Piggy! I knew she was fucked in the head, but I didn’t think she was a cannibal.”

“She didn’t bite a chunk out, she used a pocket knife!” Piggy blurted.

“A pocket knife? Was it sterile?” She moved his dick with her fingers, then used her other hand to manipulate his balls so she could see the details of the wound better. “Piggy, those edges are jagged. The knife must not have been very sharp. What the fuck were you thinking?”

The words tumbled out in that desperate, lovestruck rush. “She only took a little piece—it’s not like she cut off a whole ball! I talked her out of that. She likes me for me, Alexis. She said my balls are the prettiest she’s ever seen, even when she was… you know. She got carried away, that’s all. But she stopped when I asked her to. Mostly.”

Alexis stared at him, stunned. The guilt she’d felt five minutes ago was gone, burned away by white-hot protective rage. “She cut a chunk of your ball sac off with a dull pocket knife and you’re sitting here defending her? You limped home bleeding and you still think she ‘likes you for you’?”

Piggy’s cheeks burned red, but he kept going, voice cracking with that absurd hope. “She does! I mean… yeah, it hurt. A lot. But she was being my girlfriend, you know? Not like the games. She used her mouth down there on my penis. She sucked my dick, and she bit a bit, but I came, and it was loving. Then she got excited and… and wanted a souvenir. But I talked her down! She didn’t take any of my nut meat, just a bit of scrotum. She likes *me*, Alexis. Not just my balls. She said so.”

For a second Alexis couldn’t even speak. Her long nipples were still hard from the cool air, an expression of rage and concern that took most of the joy out of her nakedness. Instead of joy or even pity, she felt a desperate need to keep her best friend safe. She released his thigh and stood up straight, naked and furious, hands on her hips.

“You are *not* going back to her,” she said, voice low and final. “Not ever. Do you understand me? That girl is dangerous. I told you. I *warned* you.”

Piggy’s face twisted. For a second he just stared up at her—naked, furious, and towering over him. Then the words exploded out of him, raw and cracking.

“What the fuck is the difference, Alexis?!” His voice rose, shaky and loud. “You hurt me, she hurts me. I don’t mind the hurt—I *never* minded it! But I also want the love! She gives me that!”

The air crackled in the sudden silence.

Alexis’s expression softened just a fraction, the rage mixing with something deeper. “Piggy… I love you. I mean, I’m not attracted to you, but you are my oldest and dearest friend.”

“It’s not enough!” He sat up fast, shoving her hand off his thigh, cheeks burning. “I… I need more… More than pity handjobs and parties where I get to see girls naked. I need *romantic* love, Alexis! And Jodie has that for me!”

“Piggy, you are wrong,” she said, voice urgent now. “She is a predator, and she sees you as prey. She is dangerous. Please, Piggy, don’t see her again.”

He yanked his shorts up over his damaged crotch with a wince, standing on shaky, limping legs. His eyes were wet, but his jaw was set.

“I’m done being controlled by you!” The words came out half-stammer, half-shout. “You’re pretty and popular and it’s easy for you to make friends and have intimate relationships. I’m not those things… but I deserve something too!”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. He shoved past her, shoulder bumping the doorframe hard, and stormed down the hallway. The front door slammed behind him with a crack that rattled the walls.

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.

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