Happy's Little Contract

(This is my first time posting a story so I hope it turns out well. I typed this all on Google docs on my phone and copied it over.)

Dan sat nervously in some kind of back room, thumbs rubbing against each other as his eyes scanned the maroon and gold lined walls around him. This was the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin? He wasn't too sure, the signs he saw about the place went back and forth on the name, but the purpose of rehabilitation did stay the same. It hadn't even been a day down here before he decided to look for it, being chased around by cannibals sealing the deal that he should try this extreme to avoid the others.

But his sin wasn't so excessive, at least he didn't think so. Sure it doesn't take much to get down here, but is cumming on a couple girls in public really that bad, was it? At least that's what Dan thought, and it's what he wrote down as the most probable sin for his ending up in hell. Lust was just a natural part of life after all, so why should that be addressed?

His mind started to wander back just a few minutes before, walking into the extravagant waiting room of this hotel, coming almost face to face with what he could only call an angel. Long white hair that cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, pale grey skin that was unnaturally alluring. She was bent over behind the counter, top couple buttons on her blouse left undone so a lovely bit of cleavage was enjoyed from her average sized chest. Even while facing her Dan could see her wide hips and ass behind her, large bountiful cheeks covered with her silver hair and perfectly highlighting the exceptional rear. The whole sight made the dark blue fur across his body stand on end end, cock standing at attention for the fat assed angel speaking in tongues to him.

It was spectacular for the brand new sinner, unable to lie on his questionnaire with her looking over him from behind the counter. His cock peaking between his hands that rested on his thighs, not having found cloths yet to wrap his new blue furred body with. He rocked back and forth in the leather chair below him him, a fancy looking think that had an odd sickly sweet smell, not the most dissimilar to the cannibal town he ran from before.

The door to the smaller room swung open suddenly, causing Dan to move his hands over his rager for the pretty angel. He looked over with a stupid smile, unable to keep his eyes from wandering down from her face to her tight blouse and even tighter skirt, the ample size of her hips and ass stuffed into it made into a mini skirt. Dan was still too busy eating up the sight of her body to notice the look of disgust on her face as she walked in, heading towards a large desk in the room.

“Daniel?” She asked as she took a seat at the desk, leaning into the leather bound chair that mimicked the one he sat in.

“Yes! And you are?” Dan struggled to steady his voice, staring into her one good eye while reaching out to shake hands, accidentally letting his 6 inch cock to spring out for a moment.

“Vagitha… but you can just call me Vaggie. I will be in charge of your treatment, which seems very apparent.” She glared at his cock again, the whole of his reaction being inline with a serial masturbator. But she had a solution, and at least one powerful demon on her side in exchange for a meal.

“Vagitha is an interesting name, but Vaggie sounds better… May I be excused for a-” Dan couldn't finish his request before hearing a sharp snap, black abyss like tentacles launching from under his seat and quickly wrapping around his legs, arms and even neck, pulling him firmly into his seat and exposing him fully. He struggled to no avail against the tendrils, panicking slightly but calming once he saw Vaggie calmly scoot back from her desk.

“I am in charge of your treatment, you've signed the contract, so I control you to an extent. It is clear that lust is your vice sin, so my first order will be castration. So please sit still and shut up.” Vaggie pulled a draw from the desk and pulled out a small leather roll, unraveling it over had papers. Dan couldn't see all the tools from his angle be he could see the 3 items she did grab, a scalpel with a glowing white blade, a pair of standard forceps a roll of thin twine.

Dan was about to protest, but the tendrils around his neck wrapped further to wrap around his mouth, morphing into a kind of seat that kept him quiet. He breathed rapidly from his nose as the angel approached, cock starting to bounce with further excitement as it's focus was swaying of her voluptous hips. She knelt down between his spread legs, placing the twine on his left thigh as she examined his manhood.

Her soft left hand wrapped around his gonads, pinching around his sack to feel his cords and trace them down to his testicles. She wrapped her fingers around his testes and pulled them gently towards herself at first, slowly massaging and stretching his sack to their naturally peak. His surging cock was never a concern of hers, the unimpressive thing just outside of her field of chair for the time being.

The scalpel finally came into place, being squeezed into her right hand before being brought down and slowly dragged down the center of his sack, a quiet sizzle being heard by the angle as it effortlessly sliced through fur and flesh. Dan could feel a mixture of burning pain and ice cold hot his nads as they were yanked from his sack at once, the cut being big enough to free both and leave the glowing red pair in Vaggie’s gray hand. She pulled them farther from his body index finger sliding between both and flanking each teste with her thumb and middle fingers to pull them farther. He spasmed and trembled as he felt his balls being pulled farther than they naturally should, nauseating pain building in his lower stomach as flexing failed to retrieve his gonads.

She only stopped when she felt something give in his cords, tension dropping and allowing her to place the ruby like pair on the seat between his legs. She put the scalpel down next to the twine and took it instead, pulling the forescep back out to carefully and neatly tie off each of the loose testicles by their cords. A small smile spread across her grey face as Vaggie looked over her half complete work, but it was dashed when she saw the twisted libido show through his remaining cock.

Her left hand carefully moved up and around Dan's throbbing cock, pulling the rigid thing down while she sat up on her knees. She retook the scalpel and pushed the glowing tip into the top of his cock right up against his body, pushing in slowing until she knew she sliced a nerve. His eyes went wide as her soft hand couldn't be felt on his cock any more, the only feeling behind down in the root as his cock sprung back to attention. She gave his cock head another flick as a test, but Dan could feel nothing from it, only a small trickle of black blood emerging from the base of his cock to signify a change.

In a second she returned to his balls, pinching his numbing left teste and placing the blade against his cord, flicking just a little to rend the small organ from his body. She repeated with his right teste holding both in hand with a small smile, jiggling the mostly full things in her palm before reaching up and unbuttoning her blouse again to slip the pair into her bosom. The little display made Dan whine, unable to enjoy the sight of the grey cleavage as they took in his manhood to hide.

Vaggie put the scalpel away to finish sewing up Dan’s sack, not wanting any real damage for him before bending down to kiss his empty sack like it was nothing more than a boo-boo.

“All done, your new life towards rehabilitation starts now, with no real chance of relapse.” She stopped up and turned back towards the desk, gathering her few items before snapping again. The tendrils retreated from his body, allowing him to slump over a big, watching the fat assed angel strut away with no real feeling towards the sight this time. A key was left on his thigh, a room number written on it.

He could regret it, but there was no turning back now. Dan shakily got up from his seat, feeling the strangest sensation of emptiness between his legs before hobbling out, thanking Vaggie at the door before heading to his new home go get some rest and start his new life.