Cover the cock!

You don't even register the movement of your hands as they slap over your modest equipment. You do register the pain of slapping your nuts at high-speed, and your eyes begin to water slightly. Unfortunately, this just makes the goddess laugh even harder.

"Please," she says, wiping a golden tear from her eye, "no need to cover yourself on my account. It's nothing I haven't seen before." You awkwardly remove one hand from your dick, the other lightly rubbing your balls. Zeus, that stings.

It occurs to you that there's something a bit odd about this situation. Well, odder than you might expect when you die and are summoned half-naked to the balcony of a goddess on what you can only assume is Mount Olympus. If you're dead, why are you facing Aphrodite instead of Hades? Why would she bring you here? And why is Lady Aphrodite acting more like a flirty older woman than, well, a goddess?

Aphrodite catches your confusion and smiles. Oh gosh, that smile sends a shiver through you- you realize that you're still rubbing your crotch despite the pain having ceased. She does not seem to notice, or care.

"Is there something you wish to ask of me, John?"