Piggy’s Balls: Epilogue: Joe’s future 10 Years Later

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) Chapter 14: “Angry Boyfriend” (Humiliation, Nailing) Chapter 15: “Rescue & Revenge” (Nail Removal, Stun Gun, Dick Crushing) Chapter 16: “The Day Piggy’s Balls Failed Him” (Aftercare, Reconciliation) Chapter 17: “Pin the Dick on the Piggy” (Needles and Staples) Epilogue: Joe’s future 10 Years Later Ten years later, Joe drove through a neighborhood that looked exactly like the kind of place he had once dreamed about owning. Manicured lawns rolled under old oak trees. SUVs sat in wide driveways. Kids’ bikes lay abandoned on sidewalks, streamers fluttering in the evening breeze like tiny flags of lives that had actually worked out. Joe’s ’98 Civic — primer-gray door, rattling exhaust, permanent pizza smell baked into the seats — looked like a stray dog that had wandered into the wrong yard.

He checked the address again. Delivering pizza wasn’t glamorous, but it was the best job he could get. At least it got him out of the house for a few beautiful hours, away from his wife.

When he pulled up to the big colonial with the wraparound porch and saw the familiar red kid’s bike lying on its side.

Box in hand, he walked up the steps and knocked.

Madison opened the door wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties and a half-full wine glass. Her body had only improved with age — still voluptuous, still confident. She didn’t even blink at the pizza guy.

“Pizza for Paul?” she asked, smiling like she already knew the answer.

Joe nodded mutely and held out the box. His eyes slid past her into the living room.

Paul — Piggy — sat on the big ottoman in the center of the room, pants around his ankles. His enormous balls hung heavy and smooth between his spread thighs, still shaved, still impossibly resilient after all these years, sporting fresh, vivid bruises. They looked exactly as alluring as the night Joe had nailed them to the kitchen table. Maybe even bigger. Joe couldn’t look away. Ten years and those balls still filled him with the same sick, shameful obsession — the same helpless, furious hunger he had never been able to kill.

Madison called over her shoulder, “Paul — food’s here.”

Paul stood up, balls swaying with the motion, and walked over without a hint of shame. “Thanks, man.”

Joe stared. He couldn’t stop.

Then Karen swung into view from the kitchen, topless, wine sloshing in her glass. “Hey! It’s Joe! I know that guy.”

Joe’s face went gray. Recognition slammed into him like a freight train.

Alexis stepped up behind Karen, arms crossed under her bare breasts, long nipples still as prominent as ever. Her voice was low and cold. “Joe.”

The pizza box hit the rug with a wet splat of sauce and cheese.

Joe’s hands flew to his crotch. “I’m sorry — I’m sorry — don’t hurt me again. Please don’t hurt me.” His voice cracked into a desperate whine. “I just deliver pizzas now. That’s all. I swear.”

He backed away so fast he nearly fell off the porch. Alexis took one calm step forward. That was all it took.

Joe spun, bolted down the steps, tripped over the red kid’s bike, and sprawled into the grass. He scrambled up, slipped again, then finally made it to the Civic. The engine coughed twice before catching. Tires squealed as he peeled away from the perfect house and the perfect life he would never have.

His hands shook on the wheel. Tears blurred the streetlights. Ten years and one look at those goddamn balls and he was right back on that dirty curb, screaming while Alexis crushed his dick under her heel.

The phone in the cupholder rang.

Joe glanced at the cracked screen. Jodie.

He answered on speaker, voice hoarse. “Yeah?”

Jodie’s voice came through the tinny speaker, farm-girl drawl thick with bored menace. “You better get your sorry ass home before the hogs get too rowdy, sugar. I don’t want them interrupting my stories. Otherwise, I might have to take another chunk of your right nut and feed it to them tonight.”

Joe’s knuckles went white on the wheel. A fresh wave of nausea rolled through him.

“I’m coming,” he whispered.

Jodie gave a satisfied little grunt. “Good boy. Drive safe now.”

The line went dead.

Joe kept driving into the darkening evening, the wrecked penis and partially amputated ball between his legs throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the same way it had every single day for ten years.

Back at the house, the door had already clicked shut.

Alexis raised her glass with a lazy smile. “To best friends… and old losers.”

Paul laughed softly, his massive, perfect balls still proudly on display, and followed the girls back into the warm light of the living room, ready for whatever came next.

Author's Note: That it. That is the complete story of Piggy and his balls. I hope you've enjoyed the journey. It was a hell of a creative experience. I would love to hear feedback from anyone willing to offer some.