Piggy’s Balls: “Angry Boyfriend” (Humiliation, Nailing)

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: 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) Piggy’s Balls Chapter 14: “Angry Boyfriend” (Humiliation, Nailing) The front door creaked open just after three in the morning. Piggy slipped inside still completely naked, the cool night air clinging to his sweat-slick skin. His balls—large, smooth, and normally so resilient—swung heavily between his thighs with every limping step. They were a disaster: deep black-purple from Alexis’s kicking session days earlier, freshly hammered while stretched on Jodie’s winch, the ragged little knife-cut patch still raw and seeping. Every slap against his legs sent fresh nausea rolling through his gut.

He just wanted Alexis. She was his best friend, his safety, the one person who understood. After the nightmare at Jodie’s he needed her to see him, to hold him, to tell him it was going to be okay. He didn’t even care if she yelled. He just needed her.

Loud male laughter rolled down the hallway from the kitchen. Joe’s voice, thick with beer, boomed over the others.

“—swear to God, the kid’s got the biggest, prettiest fuckin’ balls you’ve ever seen. Like two goddamn ostrich eggs, man. They just take it.”

Piggy froze. He tried to sneak past the kitchen doorway toward his room, but Joe’s head snapped around.

“Piggy! There he is. Get your ass in here, buddy.”

Piggy hesitated, one hand instinctively cupping his wrecked sack. “Uh… where’s Alexis?”

Joe grinned, mean and sloppy. “Off with some dyke named Ash. Again. You know how it is.” He waved a beer bottle at the two big jocks sprawled at the kitchen table—Tyler and Marcus, both built like linebackers, both halfway through a twelve-pack. “Come on, don’t be shy. The boys wanna see what I’ve been telling them about.”

Piggy stepped into the harsh kitchen light. Tyler’s eyes went wide. Marcus actually recoiled, beer sloshing onto the table.

“Holy shit,” Marcus muttered. “Dude… he’s naked. And look at his balls. They’re fucked up.”

Tyler leaned forward, voice tight with genuine worry. “What the hell happened to you, man? You okay? That looks bad.”

Joe cut in fast, laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “Relax, he’s fine. This is just Piggy doing his thing. College girls beat the ever-loving shit out of his nuts all the time. It’s his whole deal. Right, Piggy?”

Piggy swallowed hard, voice small and painfully honest. “I was angry Alexis kicked me in the balls really, really hard because I screamed when Ash used her stun gun on my nuts, so I went to my girlfriend Jodie’s and Jodie took a little piece of my scrotum with a pocket knife. When I came home Alexis tried to give me a hand job, and then was angry that I let Jodie take a piece of my scrotum with her pocket knife, even though I explained to her that I had talked Jodie out of cutting off any real ball meat. I didn’t understand Alexis. She was saying Jodie hurts me, but Alexis hurts me all the time, too, and Jodie gave me a blow job, so I went to crash at Jodie’s, but she hung me up by my balls, and hit them with a hammer. It was scary. I just want to see Alexis, and tell her I forgive her for letting Ash use her stun gun on my testicles, and for kicking me a bunch.”

The kitchen went dead silent for a beat.

Tyler stared, mouth slightly open. Marcus looked like he was about to be sick.

Joe clapped Piggy on the shoulder hard enough to make him wince. “See? Told you. Piggy’ll do anything we tell him. Watch.” Joe stepped back, eyes gleaming. “Spread your legs, Piggy. Hands behind your head.”

Piggy obeyed instantly, legs shaking as he opened his stance. He was still trying to be good—for Alexis, for the house, for whatever fragile place he still had here. Joe reared back and drove a savage kick straight up into Piggy’s hanging balls.

THWACK.

The impact was wet and heavy. Piggy’s large orbs flattened brutally against his pelvis before springing back fatter and darker. A raw grunt tore out of him as he dropped to his knees, hands flying to cradle the fresh agony.

“Get up,” Joe snapped.

Piggy struggled to his feet, breathing hard, tears already pricking his eyes. He wanted to beg, but Alexis was already so angry with him, and if he did anything to offend Joe, Alexis might not forgive him, and without Alexis the world was too cruel a place for someone like him.

Joe turned to Tyler. “Your turn. Kick ’em. Go on, they’re tougher than they look.”

Tyler stared, horrified. “I’m not kicking some dude in the balls while he’s already fucked up like that.”

Joe laughed and kicked Piggy again himself—harder. Piggy folded, gasping, but forced himself upright once more. “See? This is what he does for fun. Girls do it all the time. Tell ’em, Piggy.”

Piggy’s voice was even smaller now. “It’s… it’s true. Alexis says my balls are her best party favors, and that the way for me to get girls to like me is to let them hurt me, and to make sure they think I’m having fun. I didn’t have fun when Jodie hung me up by the nuts, or the time she took me to the drive-in and she hit me in the balls with a hammer, but sometimes it is fun like the time that Ash P-bagged me while Jodie and Karen… hit me in the balls with a hammer.” That last part didn’t seem right to Piggy. He wasn’t making sense. He wanted Alexis. She could explain so much better.

Joe laughed again. “See Marcus, this is his deal, he likes it. Wouldn’t you love to sink your knuckles into those big juicy nuts? Feel those huge juevos shoved up against your knuckles? Look at those magnificent things, you can understand why my girl likes giving them some action.”

Marcus stood up fast, chair scraping. “Jesus, Joe, you sound kinda gay right now, man. I’m not touching that shit. I’ve got a scholarship on the line—I’m not getting mixed up in whatever the fuck this is.”

Tyler was already grabbing his keys. “Yeah, we’re out. This is too fucking weird.”

Joe’s face went scarlet as the front door slammed behind them. The laughter died. The kitchen was suddenly quiet except for Piggy’s ragged breathing.

For three full seconds Joe just stood there, fists clenched, staring at the empty doorway. Then he turned on Piggy like a switch had flipped.

“You fucking ruined it, you fat little freak.”

The first punch landed hard in Piggy’s soft belly. Air exploded out of him and he doubled over, collapsing to the tile. Joe’s sneaker slammed into his balls twice while he was down—quick, vicious kicks that made the heavy orbs bounce and darken even further.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, you little shit!” Joe snarled as he geared up for another round of kicks. Then a nasty smile slowly spread across his face.

“Fuck it. I’ve got a better idea.”

He stormed over to the junk drawer, yanked it open, and came back with a claw hammer and a little box of nails they used to hang pictures around the house. Piggy’s stomach lurched.

“Get up. Stand right here next to the table, or I’ll fucking kill you right there on the floor.”

Piggy obeyed on shaking legs, still trying to de-escalate with the very drunk, very dangerous man, still hoping Alexis would come home and protect him as she always did.

Joe shoved him against the edge of the kitchen table.

“Spread those pretty balls out on the tabletop. Flat. Now.”

Piggy’s hands trembled as he lifted his heavy, bruised sack and laid it across the cool wood, stretching the scrotum as best he could. The raw knife-cut patch from Jodie burned. The overly stretched scrotum from the winch burned. His balls looked obscene—massive, smooth, and utterly wrecked—resting there like an offering.

Joe pressed the first nail against the thick skin at the far left side of the scrotum. “Don’t you fucking move,” he growled, voice low and jealous. “This is your fault. Making me look bad in front of my boys. Alexis always choosing you and your stupid balls over me. Giving you handjobs, letting you watch her get off. You think you’re special? You’re just a fucking party favor.”

THUNK.
THUNK.

THUNK.

Three solid hits drove the nail firmly into the heavy wooden tabletop. A sharp line of fire bloomed. Piggy gasped but stayed perfectly still, tears leaking down his cheeks.

Joe lined up the second nail on the right side. “You’re the reason she’s out with that dyke right now instead of here with me.”

THUNK. THUNK. Another nail pinned the skin flat.

Third nail, closer to the center.

THUNK. THUNK. The skin pulled tight between the nails, stretching the heavy orbs into two bulging, helpless mounds.

Joe leaned in, breath hot against Piggy’s ear, hammer hovering. “Alexis is mine to use when I want. Not yours. Mine.” His voice cracked with ugly jealousy. “I wouldn’t want to ruin those pretty balls, though… so I’ll just nail the sack instead.”

THUNK. THUNK. The fourth and final nail went in.

Piggy’s scrotum was now stretched drum-tight and nailed flat to the kitchen table in four places. He couldn’t pull away. Couldn’t even shift without the nails tugging viciously at the pinned skin. A thin trickle of blood welled from two of the puncture points, mixing with the sweat already coating his sack. The blood-sweat mixture made the skin feel slightly glued to the wood—uncomfortable, sticky, impossible to separate without tearing.

Joe stepped back to admire his work, hammer still in his fist. Piggy’s large, smooth testicles bulged obscenely on either side of the nailed skin, purple-black and throbbing, completely trapped.

“Stay there,” Joe snarled. “Maybe when Alexis gets home she’ll finally see what a worthless piece of shit you really are.”

He gave Piggy one last hard punch to the gut for good measure, then grabbed his keys and stormed out, slamming the front door behind him.

The house fell silent.

Piggy stood alone in the kitchen, naked, balls nailed to the table, every tiny breath sending fresh fire through the pinned skin. Tears ran freely down his face. He whispered, voice hoarse and broken:

“Alexis… please come home…”

Minutes turned to hours. The blood-sweat mixture made the skin feel slightly glued to the wood—one more indignity on the worst night of his life. He tried to pry the nails out, tried to drag the table toward a tool, but his fingers had no strength and nothing useful was in reach.

He wept, exhausted, leaning over the table for support.

He was still waiting when the first hint of dawn light began to creep through the window.

Then he heard the front door open.

“Piggy?”

Alexis’s voice cut through the silence like the prettiest sound he had ever heard. For the first time in hours, Piggy knew that things were going to work out. Alexis was here, and even though his testicles were nailed to a kitchen table, he smiled broadly.

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.

This chapter features my favorite monologue I've ever written: "I was angry Alexis kicked me in the balls really, really hard..." It's a magical combination of heartfelt, true, unhinged, and lacking in context for the person who hears it.

I really appreciate feedback. Throw me a comment if you like my writing to let me know what you'd like to see in the future.