Welcome to the Afterlife: Chapter 6

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.

[Contains: Biting, Multiple orgasm, Rupture, Regeneration, Substances.]


Chapter 6: Glass Half Full.

"You know, the physics of this realm still perplex me." I said to Anna.

"How so?" She asked.

"Well, the kick from that Amazonian warrior, for example. That kick should've annihilated my balls. Those punches from Virginia too, it seemed like they were moving faster than my eyes could register."

Anna softly laughed. "That kick definitely was powerful. You're right, by the way, it should have." She had a thoughtful expression on her face.
"I'll use a human metaphor for this.
Your balls basically have super strength. They're not invulnerable, nor are they invincible. They can take an extreme amount of damage, more-so than your human vessel could ever hope to endure."

"Let me guess, with each regeneration, my balls get stronger, but they lose their pain tolerance."

"That is correct, up until a certain limit is reached, then it will stay at that limit forever."

"What about Virginia?" I asked her.

"As I said before, the women of this realm all have a certain amount of devine power. Virginia's manifested itself as superhuman speed and strength." Anna looked to me for a reaction, then grinned upon seeing the smirk on my face.

"So I got my balls beaten by a blonde Wonder Woman. Awesome. How about that drink? The Conjoined Soul."

"The food and beverages here also have some perks. Some may make you feel euphoric, some may amplify pain, others may do things such as soul entanglement. I recommend you experiment with everything."

"That wording right there. 'Soul entanglement,' does that mean that there are other souls within this realm?" The thought had been eating at me since I read the drink description. Malia and I contemplated it, but we weren't able to determine if the idea was true or not.

"Yes, but not as you would know them.
The other souls here are entirely devine in nature. I am excluding myself, as I will not be here forever."

"Will I get to meet them?" I asked her.

"You will, I will take you to one tomorrow."

We headed down Broken Balls Ave for about half a mile, then turned right onto Piercing St, then a left onto Cum-a-Lot Rd. The damn street names in this place. If I have any control over this realm, I'm changing this shit.
Two blocks down Cum-a-Lot Rd is what looked like a biker bar saloon. Old wooden building, a raised porch section with the roof over it, a dirt lot where vehicles would park. The windows had shutters on them, and the entrance didn't have a regular door, it had the batwing style entry from an 1800s saloon. I almost laughed. Everything here was so stereotypical. A 1950s diner where the staff had period correct names, a farm with a giant red barn, and now a 1800s saloon turned biker bar. I love this place.

The porch had a few woman on it drinking what looked like beer and whiskey, they were clad in leather biker gear. I made eye contact with one of them, a short woman with dark skin and green eyes. She smiled, then looked at my balls and bit her lip.

We entered through the batwing doors. The interior perfectly matched the exterior.
There was a large bar section on our left, straight ahead and to the right were a bunch of tables. Some had active poker games going on.
Towards the back of the bar was a stage area, complete with an old-school piano, a lovely looking woman was playing Enter Sandman by Metallica on it. The back right corner had a spiral staircase heading up to a loft section. Near the staircase was a pool table, a crowd of women were intensely watching a game of 9-ball.
The place was chock full of woman. Some wore black leather biker attire, others were sport bike gear, and a few looked like fancy ladies from the 1800s.

"I knew it! Aces high!" A yell came from one of the poker tables, followed by a loud mixture of cheers and boos.

Anna and I went straight to the bar.
The bartender was a tall black woman who clearly spent a lot of time at the gym. She wore a black t-shirt with a Slayer logo on it. Her black leather pants perfectly accentuated her large ass and thick thighs.
She placed a drink menu in front of us. Anna ordered another red wine as I looked through the menu.

The menu contained all of the regular cocktails, liquors, beers and so on that one would usually find at a bar. The back of the menu had the special drink selection. They all read like a video game description as well. Most of them just did things like enhancing pain, enhancing pleasure, increasing sperm count, prolonging orgasms, and other things of that nature. A few of the more notable ones were:

"Inflated Ego: Upon consuming, enlarges both your cock and balls to a substantial amount. Walking may be uncomfortable for the foreseeable future.
Warning: A larger target is easier to hit."

"Machine Gunner: This drink doesn't prolong your orgasm. Instead, it provides you multiple consecutive orgasms. Each 'shot fired' has the same effect as a regular orgasm, meaning you won't be 'shooting blanks.'
Warning: Once you're out of ammo, you'll need to reload."

And

"House Special: This drink changes daily. Ask your bartender for details."

Machine Gunner definitely sounds intense. I was curious what the house special was.

"What's the house special for today?" I asked the bartender.

"It's the Chef's Kiss. It makes your cum taste like each individual womans favorite food." She replied with a smile.

"I'll take a whiskey, neat, and a Machine Gunner." I told her. She promptly went off to make the drinks, then returned with them, along with Anna's wine.

"That will be two knees. Are you paying now or running a tab?" The bartender asked.
Shit, I hadn't even considered what a tab would look like where, none of the drinks had a price next to them.

"It'll be a tab." Anna told her.

I drank the Machine Gunner cocktail, it tasted like a mixture of cinnamon whiskey and vodka. It gave me a tingling sensation in my cock and balls.
As I started to drink my whiskey, a woman in sport bike attire approached. She was around 5'7, with gently flowing red hair. Her leather suit was white with red accents, it showed off her hourglass frame quite well. The front zipper was undone just enough to give me a good view of her ample cleavage. On her feet she wore black riding boots that were no doubt steel toe.
Her face was lightly freckled, and her eyes a deep blue.

"Hey stanger." She said, her voice had a nice rasp to it, I felt myself getting turned on almost instantly. I leaned on the bar and positioned myself to where I was facing her.

"Hey there, what's your name?" I asked her.

"Amber. Would you like a drink?" Amber asked me.

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"

Amber proceeded to stand right in front of me and unto her zipper. She pulled out both of her large breasts, then placed her hands under them to push her nipples up.

"The left will make you feel higher than heaven. The right will make those balls hungry for more abuse."

I leaned forward and took her left breast into my hands. Giving Amber's nipple a gentle lick, I took it into my mouth and began to suck as I massaged her tit. Her milk seemingly flowed into my mouth like I was drinking from a water fountain. She moaned as I drank her milk, I immediately felt myself getting more and more stoned. By the time I was done, it I felt as if I had been backstage at a Snoop Dogg concert.

"Wh..what's the catch?" I asked her while struggling to keep my balance on the bar.

"You only owe me one thing. Would you like another drink?" Her eyes were soft and welcoming.
I took her right tit into my hands and repeated the same process. Her breast milk gave me a tingling sensation in my balls. The more I drank, the more my balls longed for a good solid beating. Knowing that they were going to get another round of hell anyways, I continued to drink from her. Might as well make it worth it.

"That's two, now you only owe me two things." She said with a warm laugh.
"Come on, let's head upstairs." Amber said, as she took my hand and guided me towards the spiral staircase.
As we approached the pool table, one of the women had just racked a fresh set of balls. The woman with the pool stick held it out in front of us, blocking our way.

"Not so fast, you." The pool stick woman said. "You gotta pay the toll first."

"The toll?" I asked. She gave my balls a thwack with the stick, then motioned for me to get up on top of the pool table.
I climbed up.

"Sit in front of the rack, face me and spread em." She told me. I did as she asked. She leaned forward, guiding the stick to the cue ball to ensure a perfect hit. Instead of breaking the racked balls, she nearly broke my balls. The stick hit the cue ball with a sharp strike, which sent the cue ball right into my balls with a sickening thud. My balls instantly started to ache, but then yearned for even more. It was a perfect hit indeed.

Amber continued to lead me towards the staircase. Up on top, the loft area was actually quite nice. There were luxurious Victorian era sofas and ottomans with several of the fancy ladies lounging about.
Amber and I sat down on one of the sofas.
She placed a hand on my balls and started to massage them, the pressure of her massage increasing slowly.

"You know," she started, "I've always wondered what that Machine Gunner drink would be like. Thankfully, you owe me two balls tonight."

"Are you.. taking them?" I asked her. I was so stoned that the thought didn't really scare me. My balls actually wanted it, plus I could feel that drink forcing more and more cum build-up inside of me.

"Oh yes. I heard a little birdie tell me that Virginia has claimed them already. She and I have a bit of a rivalry." Amber said.
Oh shit. She's going to try to one-up Virginia, isn't she?

"How do you want to do it?" I placed a hand on her inner thigh and started to rub, working my way closer to her pussy.
She stifled a moan as she squeezed my balls.

"Something like this." She said with a malicious grin.
Amber stood up, undid the rest of her zipper and pulled her arms out of the leather suit, letting it hang behind her. Her breasts jiggling as she did so.
She pushed my legs apart, then began to step on my balls with her riding boots. She rubbed them with her boot, pushing them against my pelvis, then down into the couch.
She then started to kick my balls with the toe of her boot, it was definitely steel toed. Each kick felt euphoric due to her breast milk. I would suffer anything for this beautiful redhead.

After around 20 or so kicks, she dropped down onto her knees, then pulled me to the edge of the couch by the balls. She took both of my balls into her left hand, then started to strike them with her right elbow. Her blows descending downward with vicious accuracy. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her perfect nipples as they rose up with her arm with each strike, knowing that they were the source of my enlightenment.

Amber switched from elbows to punches, alternating between my left ball and right ball. Each punch was harder than the last. She was warming them up, getting them ready for the main event. It was now that I remembered that Anna hadn't eased the pain in them before we left the Shock and Awe, my balls still ached from Malia's treatment of them. I heard myself screaming in pleasure as the punches rained down on them.

After she was done punching them, she placed one ball in each hand and started to squeeze them tightly, pressing her fingertips into them. She started to suck my cock as she squeezed. Her teeth brushed against my shaft, biting me up and down, then paying special attention to my head as her tongue explored my urethra. I felt myself getting close to cumming.
Her fingertips dug into my balls, her nails feeling like they were about to pierce the skin. My balls demanded more, they needed to be ruptured by this woman.
She worked my cock with her mouth faster now, all my senses screaming out in pleasure and pain.

I came into her mouth. Just as the drink description said, it just kept coming. I blew a massive loud every second, the orgasms felt like they wouldn't end. Every flex of my cock shot another loud of cum into her mouth as she squeezed my balls harder and harder. Amber didn't slow down either, she kept sucking quickly, taking everything out of me. My cock became extremely sensitive, more than ever before, and she didn't stop. I was so stoned that I couldn't fight it, all I could do was lay there and take it.

After a full minute, the louds of cum finally stopped coming. My balls felt extremely empty, yet they still wanted more, they weren't done yet.
A separate pain set in, as I felt my sperm production go into overdrive. The reloading.
Amber got up and stood over me, cum all over her mouth, neck, running down her chest, and onto her stomach. She smiled at me as she stuck her fingers inside of her mouth. They came out covered in my cum. She traced her fingers between her breasts, down her stomach and into the crotch of her suit. She started to rub herself with my cum.

After a few seconds of pleasing herself, she leaned forward. Placing her hand on my chest, she pressed her large breasts into my face. She reached down to grab my balls again.
Holding them in her hand, she started to knee them repeatedly. Each knee making me scream into her tits. I took her right tit into my mouth and began to suck as she continued to knee my balls, making me want even more.

My balls were the size of grapefruits now, the pain in them feeding my pleasure. Her knee struck them individually, slamming them against my pelvis. She struck my left ball, then ground her knee against it, pushing her bodyweight into it. This made me launch another wave of massive cumshots onto both her and myself. She was kneeing the cum out of me in sync with my orgasms.

After another minute of busting nut after nut, she stood back up. Her entire chest and stomach were covered in my cum. Amber took her boots and suit off, then started wiping the cum all over her thighs and pussy, licking her hands as she did so.

"Don't forget, you now owe me thrice." She said in a cold voice. I could tell she was about to finish my balls off.

She got back down and grabbed a ball in each hand. They were so swollen now that she didn't have to try hard to grab them.
Amber started to bite into my right ball. She bit so hard that the pain overpowered the pleasure. She squeezed my left ball as she bit down harder onto my right one. We both heard a wet squishing noise, then the muted clicking of teeth as she bit through my ball. My entire body erupted into an overwhelming pain. She started to chew on the remains of my left ball, grinding it into a pulp with her teeth.
I felt it coming out of my cock. I looked and saw a mixture of red, pink and white shooting out of me, landing on my stomach in ropes. This is what it looked like when my balls shot out of me and into Virginia.

"Time for the other one!" Amber said excitedly. The other ladies up here with us were all gathered around now to watch.
Amber placed her mouth on my cock and began to suck and she squeezed my left ball with both hands. She squeezed so tightly that it didn't take her long to explode it. She dug her fingers into my ball, splitting it apart, then squeezed the remains out of my sack. She drank the remains of my right ball, then started slurping up what landed on my stomach.
The women around us all cheered in delight.

I was in a daze, my entire being on fire with white-hot pain and drowned in otherworldly ecstasy.
Amber continued to suck my raging erection. She looked me in the eyes as she lovingly sucked me, she was so happy and fulfilled with herself.

The regeneration started after a couple minutes. Haptic tingling, then growing of new testicles, the oddly pleasant feeling of them stretching out my sack.
The pain was entirely gone, as was the effects from her milk.
Amber held my now larger balls in her hand, then gave them a gentle squeeze. I winced in pain.

"We'll save that third one for later. Consider it a debt." She said with a kind smile.