Welcome to the Afterlife: House of Pain

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.

Chapter 14: House of Pain.

"So, what was with the breast milk?" I asked Virginia, as we walked out into the warm breeze outside.

"I will forever be a part of you, just like you'll forever be a part of me." She said in a loving voice.

"How exactly does that work?" I asked her.

"Do I look like Anna to you? How the hell should I know?" She replied sarcastically.

She thought for a moment, then spoke again. "Basically, I was the first person your ball meat entered, which formed our bond. You initiated that. I finalized it, by putting my milk inside of your balls. It sealed the deal, we're fully linked now. Ain't that great?"

"First of all," I held up a finger, "I didn't initiate shit. It was Doris and her meat tenderizer who did the initiating. Although, I'm damn glad it's you." I said with a laugh.

Virginia laughed loudly, then blushed. "I'm damn glad too. You remember how before, I could feel your orgasms and regenerations, and you could feel my orgasms?" She asked.

"How could I forget?" I blushed.

"Well, it's more intense now. Now, we share them. Instead of just a tingle of pleasure, now it's the full thing. I cum, you cum, and vise versa." She smiled at me, then flicked one of my balls quickly.

"Fuckin ouch!" I cried out.

"That too, I can feel it! But it isn't painful, it's more like someone touching my clit." She said.

"Wait, wait, wait." I stammered. "You mean, me getting my nuts worked on is going to get you off, no matter where you are?" I asked her.

She reached down, squeezed my right ball and moaned as I winced. "Oh hell yes. The more pain they're in, the more pleasure my pussy is in." She winked at me, still squeezing.

"You realize you're going to be a squirting mess all over town, right? And what happens when someone, probably you, takes my balls again?" My mind was racing.

"The bond will stay, we're eternally linked. My milk will regenerate into each new ball.

Also, if you make me squirt in town, you're going to have one hell of a night." She winked at me, squeezed my ball harder and then let go of it.

"Every night is a hell of a night with you, and there's only been two!" We both laughed, then continued on our way to the gym.

As we made our way down several streets, my mind started to wander.

Day three here, and it already feels like it's been a year. I suppose constant torture and sex around every corner will do that to you.

If my math was right, which it probably wasn't, I died about an hour and a half ago on Earth. My family probably hasn't even seen my body yet. Hell, they might not even know yet. It had been raining for several days, some of the roads were shut down due to flooding.

I wondered about my friend who I was on my way to go see. He was in a pretty dark place. Could he be one of those stars up there in the night sky? He pretty much lived for D&D, wherever he is, I hope he's fighting that good fight. Knowing him, he'll be slaying monsters and chugging the best of ales.

My mind drifted to what lays out in the mist at the edge of the realm. I've always been a big D&D guy myself. Could there be something mysterious out there? I made a mental note to explore the edges of my realm. Maybe there would be monster girls?

A hard slap to the balls followed by a soft moan snapped me out of my reverie.

"Hey there, daydreamer." Virginia said with a smile. "Sorry to interrupt, but we're here."

I looked at the building in front of us. It was a white single story, with glass double doors. Above the doors on the left side was a silhouette painting of a woman kicking a punching bag. On the right, in the same silhouette style, were two crossed barbells with weights on them.

The sign said: "Barbell Barb's House of Pain."

Upon entering, I immediately saw several women doing various different workouts. Three were lifting weights, one was absolutely booking it on a treadmill and a woman with strawberry red hair was striking a punching bag.

Virginia and I walked up to the counter in the main entrance area, a very muscular woman met us there.

"Welcome to the House of Pain!" The woman said. "I'm Barbell Barb, but y'all can just call me Barb." She had a southern accent.

Barbell Barb was massive. She was around 6'3ft, with long black hair and deep green eyes. She wore a black tank top and black gym shorts, which did very little to hide her well muscled figure. On her feet, she wore high top black and white converse shoes.

Her arms looked like they crumble a brick if she squeezed it hard enough. Her legs were like tree trunks, with her thighs threatening to tear the fabric of her shorts apart. I had little doubt about the origins of her name, as her bodybuilder physique told the story itself.

"Hey, Barb!" Virginia greeted her. "Wanna meet my new friend?"

"Hey, Barb." I greeted her, a little nervously.

Barb gave me the elevator eyes, examining me. She held out a hand to shake mine. Her grip felt like I just got my hand caught in a hydraulic press. I'm pretty sure she dislocated at least two of my fingers.

"Nice to meet you!" Barb said, then released my hand. "Wanna train?"

I looked to Virginia, who gave me a reassuring smile. "What are we working on today?" I asked her while attempting to pop a finger back into it's socket.

"It's leg day!" Virginia proclaimed.

"Right this way!" Barb said, then motioned for us to follow her.

We followed Barb to a section of the gym close to the treadmills and stair climbers. There were punching bags hanging from chains on the ceiling, leg press machines, leg extension machines and rowing machines.

The woman at one of the punching bags stopped kicking it and walked over to us. She wore green yoga pants, a white tank top and black running shoes. She looked familiar. Very familiar. I remembered her biting one of my balls in half, and turning the other one to mush her with fingers.

"Come to pay your debt?" She asked me.

"Hey, Amber. I was going to pay it tonight." I said, giving her a smile.

"Well, you're here now, might as well!" She laughed, then gave me a light teasing kick to the balls.

"Oh yeah, do that again." Virginia said, moaning.

Amber and Barb both gave Virginia a quizzical look, then laughed as they realized what had just happened. Barb high-fived Virginia as Amber kicked me in the balls a little harder. I groaned in pain, she held her foot on them for a moment. Virginia clenched her thighs together as she shuttered in pleasure.

"I've got an idea." Amber said.

"What'cha got?" Barb asked.

Amber looked at Virginia. "Wanna have the best workout ever?" She stepped forward and kneed my balls.

"Yes!" Virginia said, gasping with pleasure.

The three women closed in around me. Barb reached under my arms and picked me up effortlessly. She walked over to the closest punching bag and held me against it, while Amber ran off to get something.

A moment later, she came back with some heavy duty duct tape. Amber and Virginia taped me to the punching bag while Barb held me in place. My legs were together tightly, with my cock and balls trapped in front of them. My arms were against my sides, preventing me from being able to protect my nuts. The only things that could move were my head, hands, feet, and the punching bag.

Amber placed her hands under my balls, lifting them up in her palms. She smiled.

"These have gotten a lot bigger since last time!" She said with excitement.

"Bigger targets are easier to hit. A few other changes have happened to him too." Virginia said.

The three laughed and admired my balls while Virginia went into detail about last night, the recent changes to my manhood and our link. Amber bounced my balls in her palms, causing Virginia's legs to tense up briefly. Amber squeezed them both gently, rubbing her thumbs into them. Virginia's breath shook as she locked eyes with Amber. She was hungry for more, and Amber was enjoying teasing her.

The first kick came, Amber's right foot slammed into my right ball with a devastating side kick. I cried out in pain while Virginia let out a soft scream.

Barb's left foot came next, a brutal front kick smashing my left ball against my thigh. I instantly starting seeing stars, the muscles in her leg rippled as she kicked me.

Barb and Amber took turns kicking me, alternating between different types of kicks. Amber did a textbook roundhouse kick that caught both my balls. I screamed and looked down, surprised to see that they were still attached. Barb caught the underside of both balls with a sharp snap kick that just barely missed my thighs. Precum flew out of my cock with each kick, more and more coming out each time.

Virginia was on the ground at this point, sitting against a wall, her legs shaking as the pleasure filled her.

Barb decided to switch things up. With three quick jabs, she punched my right ball, then my left, then my right again.

Amber struck them with her left elbow, then gave them an uppercut with her right fist. My eyes went wide and I struggled to breathe. The pain and pleasure was so intense, I desperately needed to cum. Virginia was getting close to cumming as well, she started rubbing herself frantically, her breasts jiggling wildly as she did so.

Barb grabbed my left ball with her right hand and aimed her left fist in front of it.

Amber did the same, mirroring her. The precum was now flowing out of my hard cock, the two women giggled as a stream of it landed on the floor between them.

"Three. Two. One." They both counted down together.

Their firsts slammed into my balls at the same time. Violent pain and pleasure shot through my whole body as I let out an agonized cry.

The punches didn't stop with just one, they kept coming. For a full minute, the two of them pummeled my testicles.

I came shortly after they started, but that didn't stop them. A massive load of cum shot out of me, landing a good two meters away. At the same time, Virginia's pussy erupted in a geyser of squirt and grool, some of it splashed against Barb's feet.

My orgasm was amplified by her's, as was her's by mine. Another orgasm reached me seconds later. I couldn't tell if it was from Virginia having multiple, if I was having multiple, or both. It was probably both. The sound of fists slamming into balls, my agonized cries and Virginia's orgasmic screaming echoed throughout the gym.

After the punches were over, Amber and Barb let me hang there for a moment.

Amber grabbed my right ball in her right hand and looked at Virginia. She dug her thumb into it, rubbing it around. Virginia, gasping for air, rolled her eyes back and smiled.

"You still owe me." Amber said, looking to me. "Should I take this one?"

She grabbed my left ball with her left hand and squeezed. "Or, should I take this one?"

"What do you think, Virginia? Which one?" Barb asked her.

"Take his right one!" She called out, her voice trembling with euphoric excitement.

"How do you want me to do it?" Amber asked her, kneading my right ball with her knuckles.

"Stomp on it until it explodes!" Virginia yelled out.

My heart raced as Amber went to go grab a box cutter. She returned a few seconds later, Barb held me in place as Amber cut the tape.

They put me against the wall about an arm length from Virginia. Barb spread my legs apart, squatted down and held my ankles. Amber stood in-between my thighs and turned around, putting her ass in my face.

I reached over to grab Virginia's hand. We both squeezed each other's hand as Amber's right heel found my right ball. She pressed down on it, grinding it against the floor. I screamed into her ass, her yoga pants were sweaty. Virginia yelled in pleasure as Amber stomped her heel down onto my testicle repeatedly. I felt it compress with each stomp, it was already on the verge of rupturing before she started.

She stomped harder, a wet squishing noise sounded out, my muffled screams drowned out the noise quickly. She kept stomping, then ground her heel against my mashed ball. Virginia let out a primal scream of bliss as she had another massive orgasm. Her orgasm forced me to have one, the pulp of my ball meat shot out of me along with a large amount of cum. My cock was angled right at Barb's face, which caught my load. She and Amber laughed hysterically while Virginia and I sat there, unable to move.

"Wow..." Virginia sighed, short of breath. "I am definitely crushing your balls tonight.. that was the best thing I've ever felt!"

"How's it taste?" Amber asked Barb.

"Like oatmeal protein cookies!" Barb replied while licking her ball-splattered lips. She wiped a finger against her face and held it up to Amber.

"I taste goulash!" Amber giggled, licking Barb's finger.

"That gives me an idea for dinner." Virginia said, her breath returning to her.

"Balls for dinner? Oh I am so in!" Amber said enthusiastically.

Amber still stood on my sack where my right ball used to be. Her ass was still pressed against my face. I felt the now familiar haptic tingling, my right ball was starting to regenerate.

I rested my free hand on her foot, she started to grind my newly forming testicle with her heel. She stopped a moment later and released me. I crumbled over, falling onto Virginia, my head landing on her thigh.

She caressed my head lovingly, running her fingers through my hair. My right ball was fully grown now, almost free of pain, while my left one was swollen and in agony.

"You want a drink?" Amber asked me teasingly, giving me a wink.