Motivation (A Helluva Boss story)

***A/N: Got this one done pretty quickly. That being said, it's a little different than what I normally write, but not by much. Anyways, onto the story!***



“S-Stella, I do-“ \*crunch\* “-urg!”





“Quiet imp.” Stella immediately replied, gaze not wavering from where it was focused on Striker’s crotch. She gave his sack one last squeeze before releasing her grip, allowing his battered balls to fall back to the bottom of their bag. “I’m working here.”





“S-so I t-take it the rumors are t-true?” He inquired, glancing down at her through squinted eyes. “The o-one’s about ya b-busting your husband’s balls-”





\*Whack!\*





Striker was forcibly interrupted when Stella swiftly punched his nads, sending his sack swinging as he let out a choked gasp of pain.





“I said \*quiet.\*” She growled, glancing up to meet the imp’s eyes with her own piercing gaze. After a moment, she let out a sigh before continuing. “Do not try and distract me. You have failed your assignment once again, and as such my disgraceful husband still lives.” As she spoke, she wrapped a hand around the neck of his scrotum, forcing his twin orbs to the bottom of their bag. “Clearly, further motivation is required, and being the gracious princess I am, I will provide it for you.”





Striker opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a moan as his gonads were uppercutted into his pelvis, deforming nicely around Stella’s knuckles. The cowboy’s entire body tensed up for a moment before going slack, leaving him panting as he groaned in pain.





However, pain wasn’t the only thing rolling through his body in waves, as the sharp sting of embarrassment filled his chest. Once again, he was subject to the whims of an elite, and this time, he had no one to blame but himself for falling for it.





He’d returned to Stella after his latest failed assassination of her husband, ready for anything. After all, she was well known for her temper, so the idea that she’d try and punish him for his failings was fully expected.





However, when he’d arrived, she’d merely looked at him with a contemplative expression for a few moments before sighing and heading off further into the mansion, gesturing for him to follow.





He’d been confused, obviously. What, no scathing remarks, no violence, not even a dirty look? Curious, Striker followed after her.





She’d lead him to what he thought for a moment was just another room. Upon entering however, Striker’s eyes widened as he realized it was actually something like those sex dungeons he’d heard about. Toys of various size and purpose lay on shelves, a large, plush bed lay against the far wall, accompanied by a wooden stockade and full body x-shaped rack that both stood nearby. To top it all off, the room was bathed in rose red mood lighting.





Striker blinked, caught very much off guard. “Uh…”





Before he could really speak, Stella turned around and knelt down so that they were eye to eye.





“You should feel honored.” She spoke in her usual regal tone, though the harsh bite that was practically synonymous with her voice was gone. “Aside from my soon-to-be-late husband, you are the only man in Hell who will be treated to such an experience.”





His brow furrowed. “What a-?”





She kissed him.





The action was so sudden and unexpected that for a moment, Striker merely blankly stared, even as Stella closed her eyes and slipped her tongue past his lips, the long appendage carefully exploring his mouth.





A few moments later, he closed his eyes and leaned into it, his own serpentine tongue battling Stella’s for dominance.





If he were to be asked later why he did so, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself. He’d probably just blame it on the fact that he’d gotten pent up in the prior weeks, too focused on work and such to take a load off (literally). Blue balls does make a guy act differently than normal after all, especially when a (admittedly sexy) demoness is kissing you.





Eventually, the two parted for air, a thin line of drool connecting them momentarily as they stared at each other with lust-filled expressions. After a moment, Striker practically dived back in, taking Stella by surprise somewhat as he kissed her fiercely, one hand holding her cheek to keep her face still.





Not to be outdone, the Goetia princess met his ferocity, kissing him deeply while pushing him back against a wall, one hand gripping his collar to lift him so that they were literally eye-to-eye as they made out. Her other hand traced the outline of his erection through his pants before shifting slightly lower to grope his balls through their cloth confines.





Striker flinched slightly, his rock hard cock visibly twitching which garnered a raised eyebrow from the bird demoness.





As if testing a hypothesis, she gave his sack another hard grope. When she did, Striker let out a small, almost silent grunt as his traitorous cock throbbed heavily against the tent in his pants.





Stella quickly broke the kiss, her beak twisted into a knowing smile which drew a confused look from the cowboy.





Before Striker could ask her what she was on about, she suddenly whirled around, imp assassin in tow as she strode over to the full body rack, locking him in before he could so-much as blink. The next moment, both his and Stella’s clothes disappeared in a flash of violet magic, leaving the both of them stark nude as Striker hung on the rack, arms above his head and legs strapped apart with his junk dangling defenselessly before the nude princess.





“Wha…what-?”





“Shush.” Stella quietly ordered, gaze focused solely on Striker’s rather impressive set of cock and balls. She slowly knelt down (the imp pointedly ignored the way her ample curves and tits jiggled as she did so) so that she was eye level with his groin, one hand reaching up to cup his rather hefty sack. After a moment, she met his gaze, hand beginning to squeeze the twin orbs in her grasp.





“Allow your princess to properly..." The was a sudden, dangerous gleam in her eyes as she smirked in a way that made Striker's stomach drop. "...*motivate* you.”





Eyes wide, Striker’s lips parted to speak, but before he could, Stella swung her fist up betwixt his thighs.





\*Whump!\*





That ball-crushing blow had merely been the first of many nutshots to come. For what felt like hours on end, Stella worked over Striker’s nuts with almost terrifying skill, punching and squeezing and kneeing and kicking them with striking power and efficiency. While he had quickly been reduced to a panting, groaning, sweaty mess, she barely looked out of breath. In fact, going by the way she occasionally rubbed her thighs together or fondled a tit, he’d say she was enjoying herself.





\*Thump!\*





Another powerful punch from Stella sent his sack swinging like fleshy, swollen pendulum. Letting out a yelp of pain, Striker tensed in his restraints for a moment before falling slack, head hanging down as his gaze eventually refocused on his ‘equipment’.





His balls were completely battered and bruised from the Goetia’s skillful ministrations, not one inch left untouched. Adversely, his rock hard erection was left entirely untouched, jutting straight out from his groin as the neglected length drooled precum into the steadily growing pool on the ground.





\*Whud!\*





The imp let out a throaty moan as Stella swung her fist up between his thighs in a harsh uppercut, her knuckles crushing his nards against his pelvis. Twisting her fist back and forth, the princess rearranged the contents of Striker’s sack for a few moments, seemingly reveling in the grunts and moans of agony emanating from the cowboy before finally lowering her hand.





Bringing it up again, she lightly slapped his cock head, earning her a slightly quieter groan from the restrained imp and staining her fingers with droplets of pre that she then wiped on Striker’s chest.





Chuckling lightly, Stella gently grasped the imp’s sack in one hand as she met his pained gaze. “I must say, how lucky am I that both Stolas and yourself enjoy this, having these \*pitiful\*-“ She emphasized the word pitiful with a harsh squeeze, eliciting a keening wail from the cowboy as his balls were forcibly morphed into ovals by the princess’ grip. “-things hurt.”





“Ah….. Ah d-don’t l-like…” Striker tried to refute, his voice stuttering heavily. Stella merely grinned before flicking the head of his cock.





“This little thing seems to disagree.” The Goetia stated with a smug grin. As she spoke, she gave his sack another squeeze, making Striker groan as his cock throbbed heavily “See?”





The imp didn’t respond verbally, but the blush on his cheeks was answer enough. Chuckling, Stella stood up, gaze roving over his form before she spoke once more.





“With that in mind, allow me to amend our contract somewhat.”





At that, Striker tensed up somewhat, gaze flicking to meet Stella’s grinning visage as his gut turned to lead. The apprehension must’ve showed on his face, because a moment later Stella sighed and rolled her eyes.





“Nothing too extreme imp, don’t worry.” With a flash of violet, the contract appeared, floating in the air between them as a new paragraph appeared word by word, written in gold script. Once it was finished, the princess gestured to it, prompting Striker to look it over.





It read as follows:





\*Until completion of the contract, Striker’s male-hood (both penis and testicles) will belong to Stella Noctis Ars Goetia. Until such a time as the completion of the contract or Stella wishes is, Striker will be prohibited from ejaculating in any way, shape or form. Any and all attempts to do so, by Striker’s own hand or by others aside from Stella, will be met with swift punishment.\*





Striker stared blankly at the contract for a few moments, silently reading and re-reading the addition again and again. Eventually, he glanced up at the still-grinning Stella.





“…what?” Was all he could manage.





If Stella noticed his disbelief, she didn’t comment. “Now I just need you to agree with the addition and everything will be set.” She spoke nonchalantly, as if expecting him to actually be okay with said addition to his contract. However, her words suddenly reminded the imp that she didn’t have the power necessary to force the contract change. Her husband maybe, but not her. He still had the power to say no. And he was certainly gonna use it.





He shook his head, obviously disagreeing. “Of fucking course no-”





\*Whump!\*





“-guh?!” He grunted, caught off guard by the sudden explosion of nauseating ache in his groin. Glancing down, he saw Stella had swung her foot up between his still-spread thighs, crushing his balls against his pelvis. His gaze flickered up to the Goetia to see her looking down at him with a raised eyebrow.





“What was that?” She inquired, bringing her foot down pointedly as she almost lazily crossed her arms beneath her sizable tits. Striker took a moment to gather himself after the agonizing blow before responding.





“I…I s-said n-”





\*Thud!\*





“-urg! Fuck!” He grunted, eyes squinting shut in agony as his body tensed up once again for a moment before he fell slack in his restraints, head hanging low. “F-fuck, my balls.”





“What was that.” Stella spoke, no longer asking as she folded her arms between her tits, gaze narrowed down at him.





Steeling himself, Striker met her gaze. “I…I said, n-”





\*Crunch!\*





Over and over, Striker would reject the change and Stella would respond with a harsh kick to his already thoroughly battered berries before asking again, entirely uncaring of his pain nor the precum that was staining her shin more and more after each kick.





Initially, the imp hoped that he could maybe wear Stella out, but quickly realized that it wouldn’t work. She \*liked\* cracking his eggs, she could and likely would kick his balls all day if she had to. Meanwhile his resolve was weakening with each punt she slammed into his swollen, aching nads.





Eventually, after a particularly brutal nut kick, he gave in. With tears pricking the corners of his eyes, he reluctantly agreed. And just like that, the contract was finalized.





With a victorious grin (Striker’s stomach turned at seeing that, even more so than it already had), Stella dispelled the contract with a wave of her hand, her other hand resting on her hip. “See? Was that so hard?”





Striker would’ve growled at her if his balls weren’t still entirely at her disposal. Instead, he merely groaned as he tried his best to endure the lingering ache and agony emanating from his groin.





“Yes, yes, fine.” Stella spoke, rolling her eyes as she waved her hand. Suddenly, the restraints released, allowing Striker to fall to his knees, hands immediately clutching his family jewels as he fell to one side, moaning and groaning all the while.





In another violet-hued flash, Striker’s clothes laid in a pile beside him while Stella was once again fully clothed.





“You’ve got maybe an hour or so before Stolas gets back.” She informed him, looking back at him from the doorway. “Ensure you’ve left before then, imp.” The ‘or else’ was more than implied.





With that, Stella left, leaving Striker to wallow in his pain and misery.





Emotions of all kinds raced through his head. Anger, worry, frustration, shame, etc. He wanted to chase after Stella and give her a big kick in her cunt, to see how \*she\* liked it. He wanted to rip that stupid contract up. He wanted…





He let out a sigh, sitting up slightly with a wince as he continued to cradle his battered balls. Such thoughts wouldn’t be of any help as the moment, especially when he was in too much pain to move. Right now, he had to focus on getting through the agony still lingering in his groin.





Everything else would come after.