Hazbin or Bust CH. 2: Day 1 Part 1

Angel had thought he’d known what pain was. Now, after working for an asshole like Valentino for so long, he’d had no reason to think otherwise.

Of course, that was before he’d taken several dozen kicks to the undercarriage, all in the space of a little less than an hour. Now, he was starting to realize he hadn’t really known the meaning of pain.

SQUELCH!!

Angel let out a squeal as his nuts were flattened into pancakes for the hundredth time. His arms shot straight out as he was racked with a pain that seemed to never end, the pointed toe of the high-heel that had buried itself between his legs only making it worse.

The demon kept her foot buried in his crotch for a moment, shifting the contents of his ballbag around for a moment before she dropped her leg back down, leaving Angel to cradle his damaged goods.

The demon, a slender, but busty woman wearing a one-piece dress and high-heels let out a low chuckle.

“Thanks for the good time, sweetie.” She spoke, walking away with only a wave of her hand. “Might see you again sometime for round two.

”Groaning, Angel used every scrap of strength he still had to not fall to his knees, despite how much he wanted to. His eyes were shut tight, tears threatening to leak from behind his eyelids as he tried not to focus on the pain radiating from his groin, fading though it was.

After a minute, he finally looked down at his battered ball-bag. His orbs were swollen a bit, that much he was sure of. The pink and white fur of his sack had gotten a shade or two darker as well, but besides that, they seemed perfectly intact.

He let out a sigh as he glanced up to look at the queue, which had lessened to roughly half of what it had been when he’d first gotten his balls kicked into his throat.

He grimaced. ‘One hour down. Fuck, I hope one of them falls before I do.'

That had been the deal. When one of them goes down, then the other four would finish their bustings and then they would stop until the next day in the 2 - 4 day-long event. Honestly, Angel hoped that there wouldn’t be enough demons to fill out those spots, but his gut said otherwise.

A moment later the clock rang, announcing the end of his break and prompting the next demon to step forth.

Said demon was a short lady, with wiry blonde hair and even crazier blue eyes. She wore a pair of shorts and what looked like a sports bra, but nothing else.

She grinned widely as she stood in front of him, at least two heads shorter than himself.

“Hey, Angel Dust!” She exclaimed.

The spider-demon grinned back thinly. “Hey miss. How many?”

Her grin became even wider. “My foot’s got 3 meetings scheduled with your nuts!” She threw one leg out in a practice kick that made Angel flinch backwards slightly. “So, spread your legs and drop those eggs, honey! Mama’s got some balls to bust!”

Sighing, he readied himself as he spread his legs apart, ballsack flopping out to hang vulnerably between his quivering thighs.

“Ooh-hoo-hoo.” She hummed, licking her lips as she stared at his family jewels. “Oh, the girls are gonna be so jealous.”

Before Angel could ponder the meaning behind her words, she stepped forward. One leg drew back, then swung forward, passing up between Angel’s legs to slam his balls into his pelvis. The familiar ache of busted nuts flared up from his groin as he instinctively curled inward, hands clasping his bruised bits the moment the demon’s foot was clear.

“Ooooog…”

“Awww.” The demon spoke, head tilting to one side. “You’re already covering up. I suppose it makes sense though. You’ve been getting your eggs kicked for an hour now, not many could last as long as you.” She took a step back, flexing her legs as she did so. “Still, I was promised three kicks, and I will have my three kicks! So spread ‘em!”

Reluctantly, Angel found it in him to spread his legs once more.

“Don’t hold back, do ya?” He asked, wincing in pain.

“Nope!” Was her response, leg already careening upwards to slam into his balls with the force of a soccer player kicking a penalty kick.

The nut-ache flared up once more as pain shot through him like fire was rushing through his veins. He could feel every centimeter of his nards, squashed up against him as they desperately cried out in pain.

Humming contentedly, the demon slowly dropped her foot as Angel hunched over, cradling his ball-bag as his knees quivered and trembled.

“G-g-god!” He muttered, massaging his battered testicles in hopes of assuaging some of the pain. “Fuck!”

“Oh, god, I love that.” The demon murmured, a blush on her face as she stuck a hand down her shorts to caress her slit. “The feeling of your balls all squished up and shit. Mmm! Love it!”

She stood there for a few moments, feverishly rubbing one out before she eventually stopped, looking at Angel with an almost predatory grin.

“One last one, buddy-boy. You ready?”

He groaned in resignation before standing up straight once more, forcing his legs apart as his ball-bag hung down, vulnerable and oh-so-very kickable.

“Just get it over with.” He forced out, body tensing.

“Will do.”

With that, she took a step back before rushing forward and jumping, leg swinging back before rushing forward straight into his awaiting sack.

THWACK!!

Angel Dust let out something between a shriek and a squeal as his feet forcibly left the ground due to the force of the kick. His balls screamed in agony as they were flattened like pancakes against his crotch.

He couldn’t think, his mind focused entirely on the fiery pain that shot from his groin and lanced throughout his entire body like a strike of lightning. The ache followed close behind, the oh-so-terrible ache that he was coming to be very familiar with that was near debilitating for the pornstar.

He slid off her foot as it was perched in mid-air, falling straight to his knees with his balls cradled firmly in all four hands.

“Ooooooh, that one got you real good, didn’t it?” The demon crooned, hands on her hips as she teased the fallen spider.

Without responding, like he could even if he wanted to, Angel fell flat on his face, his furry bosom saving him from cracking his mug on the floor. With a groan he rolled onto one side as he curled into a ball, massaging his battered and bruised nards.

He laid there for a little while, massaging and soothing his aching testicles in the hopes he’d get the strength to stand, but when the clock rang once again and he found himself no closer to standing, he couldn’t help but admit defeat.

“I-I’m done.” He called out.

He heard a frustrated groan come from in front of him, obviously from the demon who’d just missed the opportunity to kick his balls into his throat.

‘Well, he can wait.’ Angel thought with a grimace. ‘He’ll have plenty of other chances.’

“Oi, pornstar!” Came a gruff-sounding voice, accompanied by loud, hurried footsteps which were quickly approaching him. “Buck up, I’m not missing my chance to bust your balls!”

Angel’s eyes widened as he tried his best to stand, despite the pain racking his body.

“Oi!”

THUD!

“Urk!”

Suddenly, the footsteps were replaced by a thudding noise and a small yelp of pain. The spider demon managed to look up to see none other than Husk, the Hotel Bartender, fist buried between the legs of a stocky, gorilla-type demon, who had a shocked/pained look on his face.

Husk narrowed his gaze as he twisted his fist in deeper, drawing a crunch-like noise from the demon’s crotch as he shrieked and fell over in a ball-busted heap.

Suddenly, Angel’s pain was forgotten for a moment as his figurative knight in shining armor spit on the fallen demon in disdain. “He said he’s done, ya piece of shit.”

“H-Husky?”

The cat looked over at him, a slight hint of worry in his gaze. “Angel. How are you feeling?”

“B-better, now that my hero\~ has arrived.” He replied, still curled up on the ground, balls cradled in his hands.

“Hm.” Husk hummed, looking not the least bit impressed. With one hand, he clicked a small button on the side of the clock. One had been installed in each clock, and when pressed, would notify the others that one of them had quit and to wrap it up. “You feel okay to walk?”

“Uh, y-yeah. Just give me a second and I’ll be up.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Want me to carry you?”

“Please.”

**\*\*\*\*\***

Alastor had to hand it to these ladies. They were tenacious.

He found himself growing more and more tired as the minutes dragged on. His frequent and reckless usage of tentacles for busting the cunts of the poor ladies who walked before him had started to drag on him. He was powerful, but his energy was not limitless.

That was why, as a wolf-like demon stood before him, legs spread and pussy already dripping its juices into what was becoming a growing puddle, he decided to mix it up a bit.

“How many, my dear?”

“Just two, sir. Not sure I could take more.”

“Very well.”

With that, he took a step forward, something which obviously surprised the wolf-girl, going by her shocked expression.

“Sir? What are yo-?”

Before she could finish, Alastor raised his cane high before swinging it down, sending the head of it crashing between the demon’s thighs and into her cunt.

She let out a yelping bark as the cane hit home, hands clutching her pussy the moment Alastor removed his cane from her crotch. She curled inward slightly, a pain-filled expression covering her face.

“Wha-why did…?” She breathlessly asked, legs quivering as she struggled to stay upwards.

“Hmm?” Alastor inquired. “Full sentences, please, my dear.”

She took a deep breath, then continued. “W-why did you use your cane on one as lowly as myself?”

“Oh. Well, honestly, there’s no particular reason. Just thought I’d mix it up a bit.” His grin widened ever-so-slightly. “Unless you don’t want me to-?”

“No!” She yelled suddenly, surprising the Radio Demon at her sudden shout. “I-I mean, no. Thank you. If you wish to use your cane, then do as you please, sir.”

‘My.’ Alastor thought wryly. ‘These fangirls really are dedicated, aren’t they?’

“Very well. Now…” He spoke, waving his cane. “...if you would be so kind as to spread those furry legs of yours?”

The demon blushed, then nodded as she did so, legs spreading as far as comfortingly possible. She took a moment to rub her pussy before looking up and giving the Radio Demon a nod.

Nodding back, Alastor raised his cane, though this time, it was bathed in a pink-ish glow, which prompted the wolf-girl eye’s to widen.

“A little extra oomph.” He elaborated, then swung it around and into her cunt. Briefly, he appreciated the dull thump as his cane slammed into her pussy like a punch to the gut, as it squished the wolf’s lower lips like a rubber ball, or peach, for that matter.

There was a small explosion of power at the moment of contact, which blasted the demon upwards a few feet. She made no sound, expression locked in a moment of bliss-filled agony as she fell back to earth, still standing.

Then, she fell to her knees, tongue lolling out of her head as a goofy grin formed on her face. Her pussy was absolutely drenched, dripping its excess juices onto the steadily-growing puddle on the floor.

Her breasts had perked up, nipples showing through the fur that covered her boobs before they disappeared as she fell face-first to the floor.

“...Hmm.” Alastor hummed, staring at the fallen demon for a moment before his attention was drawn elsewhere.

**Dong-dong!**

He looked at the clock, which had just made the noise to start wrapping things up. He glanced to his left to see Husk carrying Angel back towards the hotel, bridal-style. Angel Dust looked quite happy to be carried by the bartender, despite the pain he was still feeling, as seen by the way he was clutching his crotch.

“Ah. Well, I suppose that will be it for today.”

He briefly glanced at Charlie to see if she would be up for dispelling the crowd that still remained, telling them to come back tomorrow and all that. But one look at the Princess’ crumpled form told him everything he needed to know.

He sighed. “Honestly, Charlie.” He muttered, grinning as he held up both arms. “What would you do without me?”