Piggy’s Balls: “Rescue & Revenge” (Nail Removal, Stun Gun, Dick Crushing)

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

Be Warned, this chapter features potential permanent damage.

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) Piggy’s Balls Chapter 15 – “Rescue & Revenge” (Nail Removal, Stun Gun, Dick Crushing) The front door clicked open just as the first pale light of dawn crept across the kitchen floor. Alexis stepped inside, a thin white shirt that did nothing to hide her prominent nipples, and loose shorts she’d thrown on hours earlier when she’d stormed out to meet Ash. The moment her eyes landed on the kitchen table her entire body went rigid.

Piggy was still standing exactly where Joe had left him—naked, leaning forward over the table for support, his large, smooth scrotum stretched drum-tight and nailed flat to the wood in four places. The heavy orbs bulged obscenely on either side of the pinned skin, purple-black and glistening with dried blood and sweat.

“Piggy?” Her voice cracked.

For the first time in hours, Piggy smiled through the tears. “Alexis… you came home.”

She was across the room in three strides, dropping to her knees beside him. “Jesus Christ. What happened?”

“It was Joe, he was drunk.”

“That fucking animal.” Her hands hovered over the nails, trembling with fury. “Don’t move, baby. I’ve got you.”

She rushed to her party bag, grabbed the claw hammer that had once abused Piggy’s balls during a game of Simon, then returned. “This is going to hurt. I’m so sorry.”

Piggy was already babbling. “You were right. About everything. Jodie, she isn’t right in the head, she drugged me. I didn’t think I would ever escape. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen. I was so stupid—”

Thunk. She worked the claw under the first nail head and pried. The nail came free with a wet pop. Piggy’s breath hitched into a sharp whine as fresh fire lanced through the torn skin.

“I’m sorry I screamed when Ash used the stun gun,” he gasped. “I won’t complain about it anymore. I promise. I’ll take anything you want. Just—please don’t hate me.”

Alexis’s eyes flashed with protective rage even as she moved to the second nail. “Shut up. I don’t hate you. I love you, you big dumb idiot.” She pried again. Another nail came out. Piggy’s knees buckled; only the table kept him upright.

She worked quickly but carefully, talking the whole time. “I was so angry at you that night… but I was angrier at myself. I never should have let Ash use that stun gun on you without talking with you first. I pushed too far. I’m sorry.”

The third nail came free. Piggy was crying openly now. “You were right about Jodie. She’s crazy. She hung me by the balls, and then hammered them. I was so sure she was going to destroy them, and nobody would ever love me… you tried to warn me and I didn’t listen.”

Alexis paused with the hammer hovering over the last nail. Her voice softened, almost tender. “Piggy. You are my oldest and dearest friend. You are more than a set of testicles no matter how pretty they may be. I’m so sorry I let you doubt that.”

“You came home for me. It’s OK if you want to hurt me for being stupid, and not listening.”

“Oh Piggy! I know it hurts when I push your limits. I like pushing them. But I value you, Piggy. More than the games. More than anything. I respect your limits. From now on we talk first, okay? No more surprises like the stun gun.”

She pried out the final nail.

The moment the last nail was gone, Piggy’s legs gave out. Alexis caught him, lowering him gently to the floor. His scrotum was raw and bleeding in four places, the skin sticky with dried blood and sweat. She fetched two warm, wet washcloths from the sink and pressed them gently around his sack to loosen the mess.

“I have to clean this,” she whispered, voice thick. “It’s going to hurt.”

“When the door opened… I thought it was Joe… or Jodie… I thought they were coming to finish me off.”

She worked as tenderly as she could—wiping away the glued blood, scrubbing the puncture wounds. Piggy whimpered and twitched with every touch. Some of the scabs reopened. Then she brought out the hydrogen peroxide. The moment it touched the raw holes it fizzed and burned like fire. Piggy’s whole body jerked, a broken sob escaping him.

Alexis kept one hand on his thigh, steadying him. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’ll never let them hurt you again. I promise.”

When the wounds were finally clean she examined his balls one last time—huge, swollen, every shade of purple and black, but still beautifully smooth and resilient. She wrapped them carefully in soft gauze and medical tape, turning the whole heavy package into a thick, protected bundle.

Piggy was still babbling through tears, face buried against her shoulder. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I should have trusted you…”

She pulled him into a tight hug, his bandaged sack resting gently against her thigh. Her long nipples pressed into his chest. “We’re okay,” she murmured into his hair. “We’re both sorry. And Joe and Jodie are finished. You’re mine to protect now, and the only people that get to hurt my Piggy are people we both agree to.”

Piggy clung to her, crying harder, but it was relief this time. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt safe.

They stayed like that on the kitchen floor for several long minutes—her arms around him, his face buried in her neck, the only sound the occasional hitch of his breathing.

Then the front door slammed open.

Joe stumbled in, drunk, rumpled, still reeking of beer. He froze when he saw them on the floor—Piggy bandaged and held protectively in Alexis’s arms.

Alexis’s head snapped up. Her eyes went ice-cold.

She rose in one fluid motion, claw hammer clutched in her hand. She left the kitchen to greet Joe, vengeance on her mind.

Joe tried to back up. “Babe—wait—”

Alexis didn’t wait.

She was on him in two strides. The hammer slammed into his side and he keeled over vomiting, but he was a big man, and as he fell he took the hammer with him.

Disarmed, Alexis looked to the end table. She seized Ash’s stun gun. The terrifying blue lightning crackled to life as she squeezed the trigger.

Joe rolled, and she shoved the stun gun into his crotch, holding it for long hard seconds as he squirmed.

CRACKLE-ZAP.

Joe’s legs flailed helplessly. He screamed, high and panicked, as the electricity fried his balls through his gym shorts. Alexis kept the prongs pressed hard, he squirmed backward until he slammed into the wall.

“You nailed my Piggy’s balls to the fucking table?” she snarled, voice shaking with fury. “You pathetic, jealous little shit.”

She triggered the stun gun again. And again. Joe convulsed, piss staining the front of his shorts as he screamed.

Alexis didn’t stop. She ripped his shorts and boxers down in one violent yank, exposing his cock and balls, then jammed the stun gun directly against his naked sack.

CRACKLE-ZAP. CRACKLE-ZAP. CRACKLE-ZAP.

Joe thrashed and wailed, but she was stronger, faster, and far more sober. Between shocks she called him every name she could think of—coward, abuser, jealous prick.

From the kitchen doorway, still wrapped in the blanket she’d thrown over him, Piggy admired her efficiency, her brutality, her long nipples rock-hard with rage and adrenaline.

When Joe was a sobbing, twitching mess on the tile, Alexis looked over at Piggy. “Help me drag him outside.”

Piggy stood shakily. Together they hauled the half-conscious, naked Joe out the front door and into the empty street. The sky was just beginning to turn pink.

Alexis forced Joe onto his back at the curb, spreading his legs wide. His dick lay soft and vulnerable across the sharp concrete edge.

She looked down at him with pure contempt. “You will never touch my Piggy again.”

She reared back, athletic leg cocked, and brought the heel of her foot down with every ounce of protective fury she possessed.

The CRUNCH was sickening. Joe’s dick flattened grotesquely under her heel, warping and swelling instantly. He let out a broken, animal scream that echoed down the quiet street.

Alexis lifted her foot. The damage was immediate and brutal—his cock already purpling, misshapen, ruined.

Piggy stood beside her, voice soft but steady.

“You kept saying she was yours, Joe… but even when my balls were nailed to the table, she still came home to me. She always will.”

Joe could only sob, curled naked on the pavement, hands clutching his destroyed dick.

Alexis took Piggy’s hand, squeezed it once, and led him back inside without another word.

The door shut behind them.

For the first time in a long time, the house felt like it belonged to the two of them again.

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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