Welcome to the Afterlife

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


Did you know that the afterlife exists? I sure didn't. I mean, there was always a thought in the back of my head that there could possibly be something waiting for all of us on the other side. But I never gave it too much thought. Boy, was I surprised with what I saw after my bike went over that guard rail. It was a rainy day, and I shouldn't have been out riding, but my car was in the shop, and I had to go see one of my friends who was in a bad place. That back tire broke loose from the pavement while I was going over a bridge, which made my front tire get a bit squirrely. A bit too squirrelly. The last thing I saw before impact, was the river under the bridge getting closer and closer, and then it was lights out. Well, it was lights out, until there was this blinding bright light. A concussion, I thought. I must've been knocked unconscious, and the light was from a paramedic shining a flashlight in my eyes. It wasn't. Life as I knew it was no more.

Let's back up a bit, an introduction is in order.
My name is Jonah, I am, was, a single thirty year old man from the Midwest. My life was never very exciting, it was mainly just boring shifts at the local hardware store, long nights gaming with some buddies on whichever shooter game was the latest hit and some occasional D&D. Most of my excitement came from riding my Yamaha R1 and seeing a few friends with benefits of mine. I was never really big on relationships, they never seemed to stick, so the FWB route worked out perfectly for me. I'd go out to dinner with one of them, we'd go back to their place or mine, have a lot of fun, and then part ways for a few days. Life was great. But it's so much greater now.

Do you know what happens when you die? Turns out, it's not pearly gates or hellfire. Well, it might be, if that's what you're into. As it would turn out, the afterlife is how you make it. Not consciously like in a lucid dream, and not subconsciously like those intrusive thoughts that work their way to the surface. Each one of us has our very own version, based off of what we loved to do during our lifetimes. Is golf your favorite thing on Earth? Congrats, you're golfing the best 18 hole courses in the universe. Do you have a passion for off-road racing? The Baja 1000 doesn't have anything on where you're going! Some poor sap out there probably has an afterlife where all they do is watch paint dry, but hey, to each their own.
But me? There was one thing that I loved more than just about anything... a good old fashion punch in the balls by a beautiful woman. Yep. Those FWBs I had a lot of fun with, they beat the hell out of my balls, and believe me, they had fun with it too. I don't exactly know why or how the fetish started, it's just always been there. I loved being with a woman, letting her do anything she wanted to me, shy of permanent damage. Knees, kicks, slaps, punches, squeezing, biting, I loved it all.

The blinding bright light gradually eased, and before me stood a visage of a humanoid form, a woman. A soft, almost angelic female voice called out to me.
"Jonah," the voice said, "Can you see me?"
"Y.. yes," I replied, "Where am I?"
"This may come as a shock to you. Your existence has changed." The figure said. I could see her more clearly now. She was tall, fair skinned, with silvery-white hair down to her elbows. She wore a pure white gown. I truly thought she was an angel.
"My.. my what?" I asked.
She smiled at me, and a warm feeling crept over my being.
"You have departed from your earthly body, your soul has transcended through to the next plane of existence." She reached out her hand towards me and continued. "I know you have many questions, and I will answer them all. But first, I am Anna, and I will be your guide."
"My guide? Am I dead?" I asked, my mind reeling. Could I really be dead?
"After death, the human soul transcends to a different plane of existence. An eternal one. This is the final stop for the soul on a very long voyage through different planes.
This is the afterlife you have fabricated from your earthly life, one of pleasure and pain. Take my hand, I shall guide you to your realm."

I took her hand. It was soft, but firm. Anna led me through a vast plane of white, into what appeared to be a small town. It looked like every stereotypical small country town in the U.S. with a population of less than 3,000. It was my ideal town, not too big, not too tiny, and perfectly secluded. After a short while, we stopped at a quiet little establishment on the main street of the town. The sign on the front read "The Stocking Club."
I couldn't believe my eyes. The Stocking Club was staffed with only women. Goth women, about seven of them. I've always had a thing for goths. Melissa, one of my FWBs was as goth as they come, and damn could she apply some pain to my cock and balls.

"This shall be your introduction to your new realm." Anna said to me, eyes gleaming. "Lucy," Anna called out to one of the women in The Stocking Club, "Come meet Jonah. He's here to fulfill your every desire. Please do show him a good time."

Lucy gingerly strode up to both Anna and I. She was slightly shorter than me, shoulder-length jet black hair, and a beautiful hourglass frame. She was clad in a black courset, breasts on full display and black miniskirt, with fishnet stockings rising out of her black boots. She looked at me, eyes the color of emeralds and full of lust. I was speechless.
As she got closer, she reached out her right hand. Thinking that she was going for a handshake, I reached out as well. She was not going for a handshake. Her hand went straight for my crotch, she fingers expertly finding my balls, she gave them a firm squeeze.

"Woah!" I cried, "What are doing? I don't know you!"
"Not yet, you don't." Lucy said, her voice was like a trickle of warm water rushing over me, incredibly seductive. She squeezed my balls a little harder, rolling her thumb around my left ball. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before. I love ball pain and the pleasure that comes with it, but in this place, it was intensified. The pain was more present than ever, but so was the pleasure.
"Come with me," she said as she turned around, leading me by the balls to a room off to our right. "You will get to know me very well, you will get to know all of us very well." She said with a malicious giggle.

When we entered the room, she pushed me down onto a bed, the most comfortable bed I'd ever laid on. She closed the door behind us and turned around, her snakebite piercings glinting in the light. "You're all mine for now, but don't worry, we all share in this place. But, first I must tell you the rules."
"The rules?" I asked. "What rules?"
"The rules are simple," she said in a seductive voice. "Rule 1: We all get to have fun with you, and do whatever we please.
Rule 2: Whatever you do not wish done to you, simply state it after I've read you the rest of the rules.
Rule 3: You don't have to only be with one girl at a time, it's actually encouraged to be with multiple at once.
Rule 4: The only way you're allowed to cum is through ballbusting. If you cum without having your balls busted, you suffer a mandatory regeneration.
Rule 5: if you fail to satisfy any woman in this realm, the consequences for your balls will be more severe than a single mandatory regeneration. You would do well to please us all.
Now, what are your limits on what is to be done to you? It may be a multitude of kinks and fetishes, but ballbusting is mandatory."

I didn't even know how to begin processing that. Mandatory regeneration? What the hell is that?
"What's a.. mandatory-" I began to ask, before being cut off.
"I will explain after you have listed your limits." Lucy said. She placed her left knee on my balls, her breasts nearly touching my face.
"Well, I'm not into anything involving scat, piss, vomit, or anything like that. I'm also straight, so I only do stuff with women." I tried to think of more, but Lucy seemed to think this was enough.
"Very well. No scat, urine or vomit, and no entities that are not female in nature. Everything else goes. As for your question, a regeneration happens when your balls are destroyed beyond all repair. Permanent damage does not last permanently here, as your balls will regenerate themselves quickly. A mandatory regeneration happens when a rule is broken. A woman will destroy your balls entirely. Don't worry, they'll come back."
What. The. Hell. Did I hear that right?
"Hang on, what about safewords?" I asked.
"Not needed here." She said with an evil grin, her knee pushing further into my balls. Her breasts smelled sweet, like lilac.

With that, she pushed me onto my back and began to pull my pants down. After removing all my clothes except for my shirt, she went down on me, giving me the best ballbusting blow job ever. Her teeth grazed the skin of my cock, she began to nibble at it slightly while she held my balls in one hand and slapped them vigorously with the other. I noticed that the usual pain in the stomach that accompanied a hit to the balls wasn't there.
She squeezed them tightly as her head moved up and down faster, her grip like a vice. She pulled her mouth off of my cock and looked up at me, "Ready for the real fun?" She asked.
Before I could say anything, she jumped up onto the bed and positioned herself right over my face, her miniskirt leaving nothing to hide as she smothered me with her wet pussy.
"We're going to play a game. You're going to get me off by screaming into me, and I'm going to control your screams. Lick my clit if you agree." Her pussy was so incredibly wet, I thought I might drown. Could I drown in the afterlife?
I licked, long and hard.
She grabbed my sack with one hand and held my balls to where they couldn't escape and began lightly punching my balls with her other hand as she rode my face. My whimpers and groans urging her on as my tongue went inside of her.
As she rode, she started punching my balls harder and harder, my groans turning into yells.
"That's it, getting closer, let's up the ante a bit." She said with a sinister voice. "Grab my nipples and squeeze them, the harder you squeeze the harder I squeeze."
I grabbed both of her perfect nipples and began to squeeze. When I did, she began squeezing my balls. As I squeezed harder, so did she, to the point where I was screaming directly into her pussy in a mixture of agony and ecstasy.
When I thought I couldn't take any more, I eased off of her nipples, which only made her squeeze my aching balls even harder. She leaned forward, clamping down onto my cock with her teeth and started giving me another biting blow job, her grip on my balls tightening even more. I reached forward and grabbed both of her breasts and began squeezing them tightly. I screamed long and loud, it was one of those primal "I'm in danager" screams. She flowed like a river onto my face, her pussy juices filling my mouth as I filled hers. She squeezed the cum out of my balls, the most violent orgasm I had ever had. She quivered on my face as she rode me more, slapping my balls with one hand while stroking me with the other.
"Not bad for your first day. There's many more to come, and many more women you need to present your balls to. There's only seven of us here, but there's a whole town out there. You're here forever, so we're all going to get really well acquainted with your balls." She said as she slid off of my face.
"Come now, Anna is waiting, you have another stop to make. I'll see you again soon."

With that, she pulled me up off of the bed, leaving my clothes behind as we strode out the door. My balls were in pure agony. Amy, another one of my FWBs, would leave my balls feeling similar after one of our sessions, she was a biter and a fan of crushers. But this, this was on a whole new level with the added pleasure. I could feel all the the ball pain, with none of the stomach pain.
I could barely walk, which Lucy took as a sign that I needed to be dragged by the balls again. She gripped tightly, giggling as we moved toward Anna.

"Well," Anna said in her warm angelic voice, "How was your first session with our little she-devil here?"
I could only manage a whimper, as Lucy rapidly loosened and tightened her grip on my balls.
"It was.. amazing.." I finally managed, between squeezes.
"Good," Anna said with a smile, "Lucy, it's time to let him go. He'll be back soon."
Lucy released her grip on me, and with another slap, she let me go to Anna.
Anna placed her hand on my balls. I was expecting another round of pain, but this was different. Her touch was a soothing one, my balls began to feel better. They went from an otherworldly raging pain to a dull ache. I had a feeling that she could make it all go away, but I decided against asking, at the risk of a mandatory regeneration.

"Any questions?" Anna asked as we headed out the door and onto the street.
"Loads. Loads and loads of questions." I said, unable to take my mind off of everything that just transpired.
"Next I will take you to a fun little place called 'The Farm.'"
"I can't tell if that sounds more pleasant or more unnerving." I said.
As we walked down a sidewalk, I saw beautiful women everywhere. As we passed them, they would all stare. Stare right at my bare balls which were just awaiting more punishment.
"Welcome to the afterlife, Jonah. Your journey has only just begun. We have so much more to explore."
And with that, we set out into the town.



Edit: Author's note. If you enjoyed, let me know, because I've got a lot more ideas for this storyline. Cheers!