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“-if you’d follow me to the room, we can get started,” the nurse is saying. Dave clings to Bro’s arm uncomfortably- he doesn’t know what they’re doing here, but he doesn’t like it and he’d really like to get the hell out of here.
“And it’s perfectly safe?” Bro asks.
“Oh yes, extremely. It has an extremely high success rate, they’ve been bred for this for more than twenty generations- their lifespans, of course, not ours. It’s a win-win for us- we get their aphrodisiac byproduct, they get a meal, we get our omegas looking the way they should, and our omegas get one last happy ending.” The nurse chuckles at his own joke as he leads them into a strange room. Dave hesitates at the odd-looking chair, but Bro firmly pushes him in.
“Sit,” the alpha orders.
Dave sits.
“Oh, please have your omega remove his clothes,” the nurse says as he signs into the computer.
“What!” Dave yelps- but Bro silences him with a glare and a growl, so Dave reluctantly starts undressing. The nurse chuckles.
“They’re so much better fixed, aren’t they? Less backtalk,” he muses. Bro grunts in agreement.
“Wait- Bro- you’re not getting me fixed , are you-?” Dave protests, hands stilling, but then he’s pushed into the chair by a hand around his throat.
“I expect you to behave, omega,” Bro growls. Dave shrinks back and whines his submission.
“Y-yes alpha….”
“That means no talking unless spoken to.”
Dave shuts his mouth and nods. When Bro lets go, he quickly resumes stripping down, sitting his naked ass in the chair. It puts him at a weird angle, slightly leaning back while still sitting up, and he squirms uncomfortably on the padded leather.
“Mr. Strider, if you could come here and take a look…? These are the general options for final lengths, what would you like?”
Bro taps something on a laminated piece of paper. “This. All of it.”
“Excellent, that’s the easiest choice- no prep work, of course. Let me get your omega strapped in and we can get started.”
The nurse bustles over and starts putting straps over Dave’s body, buckling him in. He grabs Dave’s legs and unceremoniously yanks them open and that’s one of the things he hates the most about being an omega, how other people just treat his body like a thing.
But Bro’s already grabbed him once, so Dave doesn’t want to piss him off more. He stays silent and is strapped down with his legs spread wider than a bow-legged Texan.
He flinches when the nurse grabs his dick. He puts some kind of weird, clear tube around it, tucking his balls into it as well. Straps go around his legs and waist to keep it in place, then a sticky gel is applied to Dave’s body to seal it against his skin.
Okay. Dave is getting really fucking nervous. He looks anxiously at Bro, but the moment he sees the dude’s boner he knows there’s not going to be any help or reassurance there. The damn sadist gets off on Dave in distress.
“Okay, the doctor will be with you in a minute to get the ball rolling!” The nurse says cheerfully, and leaves.
The silence is deafening, broken only by the ticking of a clock. Dave stares down at his dick in a tube and tries not to panic. He has no idea what’s going on, Bro hasn’t told him anything.
When the door opens, an alpha doctor steps in, followed by two nurses wheeling…. something in. It looks like a goddamn cage.
“Afternoon, Mr. Strider,” the doctor says, completely ignoring Dave as he holds out a hand for Bro to shake. Bro shakes it like a goddamn alien being introduced to handshakes for the first time, a grip and then a firm up-down followed by release. “I just need you to sign a couple more things, I do see you went over the informed consent online and signed that already, just sign here for me, and here… stating that you will be present for the length of the procedure and you understand that you should not, in any way, handle our little assistant over there.”
“Yes.” Bro signs the paperwork where indicated.
“Excellent. Feel free to sit, stand, whatever you’d like. This is her last appointment of the day, so she might be a little full- not to worry, though, it’s not painful at all. It might just be a little drawn out.”
“That’s fine.”
What the fuck is going on?! Dave watches with wide eyes as a table is swung over his legs and locked into place. A smaller tube is connected to the one stuck to him and rested on the table. At the end is a wide mouth that one of the nurses holds, the other lifts the tube further down to keep it a straight line.
“We are ready to begin.” The doctor moves to the cage and opens the top, reaching in. “Come here, girl, one last meal for you today…”
He pulls out a goddamn worm. Dave’s brain blanks out, staring at it- it’s a pale shade of grey, about as long as his forearm and slightly less thick. The tail tapers off, but the mouth opens wide and inside are rows of suckers that look terrifying.
“N-no- no, Bro, please I don’t like this-“ Dave babbles as the doctor brings the worm to the opening of the tube. It slides in easily, crawling down towards his dick- oh, my god, what the fuck. He whimpers, watching it grow closer, closer- and the moment it brushes the tip of his cock, it latches on and begins to suck.
Dave’s eyes roll back.
“She’s latched on.” The nurse removes the second tube and clips the end of the one attached to Dave shut. “We’ll be back in a half hour to monitor her progress.”
Oh, god. It’s like a thousand little mouths are all sucking at his dick, focused entirely on the tip. Dave whimpers, thrashing against the straps, but he’s held tight and can’t move at all. The suckling moves slowly, slurping on his cockhead and massaging all the sensitive nerves there until he lets out a weak shout and cums, spurting right into the worm’s mouth.
But the worm doesn’t stop. It keeps going. Sensation tugs at him, yanking on his dick firmly like it’s trying to get him to focus. Sweat beads on his skin, limbs trembling. Pleasure dances over shivering nerves, gathering in his stomach.
“Bro, please,” Dave gasps. “I can’t-“
Bro says nothing, sitting in a chair and watching the worm’s progress. Dave whimpers, feeling his poor cockhead get massaged and sucked on, the little bundle of nerves on the underside quickly going from pleasured to oversensitive to painfully throbbing.
The worm moves down his shaft agonizingly slow. Maybe an inch, inch and a half is in its mouth. Dave pants and wills it to go faster, wanting to buck his hips into that amazing, horrific sensation but he just. Can’t. Move.
“Bro please,” Dave is not above begging, especially when it feels like his dick is melting with pleasure. “Come on, man, it’s too much- it hurts, lemme stop, stop whatever weird shit this is, it hurts.”
“Liar,” Bro says flatly. Dave flushes and tries to squirm, panting as his dick is slowly- agonizingly slowly- sucked on by the worm. He doesn’t even know what the purpose of this is, other than to torture him.
Another climax hits him and he shouts desperately, twitching and trembling. The oversensitivity is ramping up, it’s fucking insane. Goosebumps are rising all over his body as he pants desperately for air, his skin damp with sweat. He whines, feeling the slick puddling on the chair underneath him, god. Fuck. Fuck.
When he looks down again, the worm is halfway to his base. He whimpers, how is it only halfway, and another orgasm blindsides him as the tip of his dick is squeezed. He chokes and presses up against the straps holding him down, starting to drool out the corner of his mouth as tears run down his cheeks.
It would be less humiliating if Bro was touching himself, but he’s not. He’s just sitting there as still as a statue, his cock rock hard in his pants and just about popping a knot, and watching.
“Bro,” he whines, his voice hitting a brand new octave. His balls are so tight, drawn up against his body as every last drop of cum is sucked out by the worm. There’s nothing left, he’s firing on empty, but that doesn’t matter to this goddamn creature. Cramps are spreading from his gut, muscles clenching so tight that it’s painful as he sobs.
Bro’s expression is as impassive as stone.
Dave weeps desperately, thrashing and begging. “Please, please, help me Bro, alpha, it’s too much- it’s too much! It hurts, please!”
A rippling clench around his shaft has a dry orgasm tearing through his body like thunder. His eyes roll back.
The worm reaches the base of his dick and its mouth opens wider, sucking in Dave’s empty balls.
There’s a deep feeling of something pulling from his belly. His balls compress in a shot of pure pleasure to his central nervous system. This worm is sucking his goddamn soul out through his dick, wringing him dry into a shriveled husk.
His vision is blurry when the worm finally detaches. He can’t see, sweat stinging in his eyes and his body brutally sore.
“Hello, Mr. Strider! It looks like the procedure went perfectly. We’ll just take back our lovely assistant here and get your omega cleaned up…”
Someone gets rid of the straps. The glue. The tube. His face is dried off. Dave head rolls forward.
His dick is gone. His breathing speeds up- what did they do to his dick, it’s-?! Where-???
“As you can see,” the doctor says, gesturing to the empty space between Dave’s legs, “your omega’s penis has been reduced to the approximate size you selected. By my estimation, it appears to be no longer than half an inch, with fully intact glands and testicals completely severed. Sensitivity is…”
The doctor touches between Dave’s legs, nothing more than a swift little flick- and Dave’s voice jolts from his throat in a shocked moan as he cums, squirting a gush of clear fluid onto the floor, shaking and gasping as the feeling slowly throbs away.
“… very high. I would say this is a rousing success.”
“Yes.” Bro stands up. “Thank you. Please untie him now.”
“Of course, of course. Please be sure to check out at the reception desk to schedule a follow-up appointment for three weeks out.”
The nurses unbuckle him from the chair and leave. Dave staggers to his feet in a daze, looking down- but no, his dick is gone. Left in its place is a tiny little nub… his thumb is longer than what’s there now. It’s just a tiny little dickhead, throbbing and sore.
“Bro?” Dave whimpers. Bro looks at him- and then his brother’s hand is between his thighs, pinching what’s left of Dave’s penis. Dave’s vision goes white, his ears ringing as he grabs onto Bro, thighs shaking as every instinct in his body screams submit submit SUBMIT.
“A bitch clit for a bitch omega,” Bro says, matter-of-fact. He squeezes it ever so slightly and Dave’s legs give out as he squirts again, kneeling in a puddle of his own juices as pleasure trembles through him. “Now get dressed.”
“Y… yes, alpha…” Dave fumbles to get dressed- his new… clit is so insanely sensitive that it feels raw pressed up against the rough fabric of his boxers, so he takes them off and stuffs them into his pocket instead.
He realizes his mistake three steps out of the exam room. Without his boxers, the seam of his jeans rubs right up against his clit and makes his entire body shake with the effort of holding back a building climax.
Bro’s hand on his shoulder forces Dave to walk faster, his legs wobbling and his jeans starting to get damp in the front as his clit keeps spurting little dribbles of come. He has to hang off of Bro’s arm to stay standing, biting his lip to hold back his desperate moans.
It’s going to be a long drive home.