The First Cut

Kenny stepped into The Pink Clinic's operating theater, his heart pounding against his ribs like a trapped animal. The sterile scent of antiseptic couldn't mask the musky undercurrent of sex that permeated the air. His eyes darted to the wall of monitors displaying the live-stream feed, already flooding with crude comments from subscribers eager for the day's show. Barbara stood by the operating table, her form-fitting scrubs accentuating every curve as she ran her perfectly manicured hands over Thalion's chiseled torso, and Kenny felt his mouth go dry.

"Nice of you to join us, Kenny," Barbara purred, not bothering to look up from Thalion's body. Her fingers traced the defined ridges of his abs, dipping dangerously low. "Our audience has been asking where their favorite little assistant was hiding."

The chat scrolled rapidly on the screen:

*Show us the cuck!*

*Does he have a hard-on yet?*

*Make him measure himself against THE BULL*

Kenny swallowed hard, his palms growing slick with sweat as he moved to the tray of surgical instruments. He tried to focus on arranging the tools, but Barbara's voice cut through his concentration.

"Today, we're performing another Barbara-fied upgrade on our favorite bull, Thalion." She gave Thalion's pectoral muscle a squeeze, smirking when he flexed under her touch. "We're enhancing what nature already blessed him with."

Thalion's smug grin made Kenny's stomach clench. The man reclined on the table like a god accepting tribute, his massive body taking up space in a way that made Kenny feel smaller with every passing second.

"Kenny," Barbara snapped, her green eyes piercing him—"hand me the marking pen. And for fuck's sake, look at me when I'm talking to you."

His fingers fumbled as he passed her the sterile marker. She snatched it from him, deliberately brushing her fingers against his in a mockery of intimacy that sent an unwanted shiver up his spine.

"See how Thalion's deltoids already have perfect symmetry?" Barbara spoke to the camera as she began drawing surgical lines across Thalion's shoulder. "We're going to enhance the natural cut of these muscles, giving him even more definition. Kenny, tell our viewers what you think of Thalion's physique."

Kenny's throat tightened. "It's... very impressive."

"Very impressive?" Barbara laughed, the sound like glass breaking. "Is that all your limited vocabulary can muster? Zephyrine, help our little assistant find better words."

Zephyrine slinked into frame, her platinum blonde hair framing her predatory smile. "I think what Kenny means is that Thalion's body puts his own to shame. Isn't that right, Kenny?"

The cameras zoomed in on Kenny's face, catching the flush that crawled up his neck. The chat exploded with laughter and crude remarks.

"Let's give our viewers a proper show before we begin," Barbara announced, her fingers working the buttons of her scrub top. She revealed a black lace bra beneath, her ample cleavage spilling over the delicate fabric. "Thalion deserves a proper prep, don't you think, Kenny?"

Before he could answer, Barbara tugged at the waistband of Thalion's surgical gown, peeling it down with deliberate slowness. Thalion's cock sprang free, thick and imposing, already half-hard from Barbara's earlier touching.

"Now this," Barbara said, wrapping her hand around Thalion's shaft—"is what a real man's equipment looks like. Kenny, come here."

His legs moved automatically, years of medical training overriding his desire to flee. Barbara reached beneath the surgical table and pulled out a flesh-colored object that made Kenny's heart sink.

"We 3D-printed a replica of Thalion's cock for reference," she explained to the camera. "Kenny, hold this for me while I prep our bull."

The dildo was heavy in Kenny's hands, warm from the recent printing. It was obscenely detailed, every vein and ridge captured in silicone. The chat went wild:

*Look at his face!*

*Bet that's bigger than his arm!*

*Make him compare!*

"You heard them, Kenny," Barbara said, stroking Thalion's actual cock with measured movements. "Show us how you measure up."

"I... I need to prepare the anesthesia," Kenny tried, his voice cracking.

"Zephyrine can handle that," Barbara dismissed, nodding to the nurse who smirked as she adjusted the camera angle to get a better view of Kenny's discomfort. "Now be a good boy and do as you're told."

Thalion chuckled, the sound reverberating through the room. "Listen to the lady, little man. We all know the answer anyway."

Kenny's cheeks burned as he held the massive replica in one hand, his eyes fixed on its impossible girth. Barbara's crude laughter sliced through him.

"Look at this, Kenny, Thalion's cock could crush your pathetic little thing. Hold this replica and feel what a real man is." She squeezed Thalion's actual member, which thickened further under her expert touch. "I bet you're getting hard just holding it, aren't you, Kenny? Show the viewers how much you love being put in your place."

The weight of the silicone cock in his hands felt like a judgment. Kenny's own body betrayed him, a tent forming in his scrubs that the cameras instantly zoomed in on. The chat erupted in a frenzy of mockery.

Barbara began stroking Thalion more intensely, her surgical gloves discarded for skin-to-skin contact. "This is how a real surgeon preps her patient," she purred. "Kenny, keep that toy right where I can see it. I want to compare as I work."

Thalion groaned as Barbara bent over him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered something that made him buck his hips upward. She slid her scrubs down, exposing herself fully, and climbed onto the table to straddle him. With a deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto his thick shaft, gasping as she took him in completely. Kenny tried to focus on the instruments, on anything but the erotic display before him and the humiliating replica in his hands, but the sounds of their bodies connecting filled the room—wet, rhythmic slaps as Barbara rode Thalion with increasing fervor, her breasts bouncing free from her bra.

"You're trembling, Kenny," Zephyrine observed, adjusting a monitor near him. "Excited or scared? Maybe both?" She reached out and flicked the tip of the silicone replica, causing it to bob in Kenny's grip. "I think he loves it, Barbara. Look how flushed he is."

Barbara's moans grew louder, her hips grinding against Thalion as he thrust up into her, his hands gripping her thighs. She maintained eye contact with the camera, narrating for the audience even as her voice turned breathless. "Feel that power, viewers? This is what a real bull can do... filling me completely, unlike anything Kenny could manage." Thalion's groans mixed with hers, building to a climax that had Barbara arching her back, crying out as she came, her body shuddering atop him. Moments later, Thalion followed, his release spilling inside her as the chat exploded with demands and applause.

Satisfied and glistening with sweat, Barbara dismounted, sliding off the table with a triumphant smile. She adjusted her scrubs back into place, though the flush on her skin and the scent of their coupling lingered. "Now that our bull is properly prepped," she announced, her voice still husky, "let's begin the procedure."

As the surgery commenced, Barbara worked with clinical precision, her hands steady on the instruments as she enhanced Thalion's muscles. "Kenny, pass me the next instrument," she ordered. "And while you're at it, tell everyone exactly how Thalion's anatomy compares to yours."

His hands shook as he handed her the tool. "It's... much larger."

"Details, Kenny. Give the viewers the explicit comparison they paid for."

"It's... at least three times thicker," he stammered, each word a needle under his skin. "And longer by... by several inches."

The chat devoured his humiliation, comments scrolling faster than he could read.

"Good boy," Barbara cooed, completing a perfect suture. "Now hold that replica against your own body so we can all see the difference."

Kenny complied, holding the massive silicone cock against his scrub-covered groin, the contrast painful even through the fabric. Barbara's smile was all teeth and triumph.

"For our next patient, Kenny will need to study this equipment thoroughly," she announced, finishing the final suture with practiced ease. She approached Kenny, taking the dildo from his hands only to press it back firmly against his chest. "Take this to the prep room and memorize every inch. I want you to be able to describe it in your sleep."

Kenny clutched the replica, its weight a constant reminder of his position in Barbara's hierarchy. As he turned to leave, the chat's demands for more followed him like hungry wolves.

"And Kenny," Barbara called after him, her voice dripping with false sweetness—"make sure you're ready for the next patient. He's even bigger, and I'm sure our viewers will want another comparison."

The door closed behind him, but the laughter, both real and digital, echoed in his ears long after he left the theater.

***

Kenny slumped against a cold metal locker in the clinic's break room, the 3D-printed monstrosity still clutched in his trembling hands. Sweat cooled on his brow as he tried to steady his breathing, the echo of Barbara's mockery and the viewers' comments still ringing in his ears. The silicone replica seemed to pulse with its own gravity, pulling his gaze down to it no matter how desperately he wanted to look away.

The door clicked open, and Kenny shoved the dildo into his locker with clumsy urgency. Isolde slipped in, her auburn curls bouncing as she hurriedly ducked her head to avoid meeting his eyes. She clutched her tablet to her chest like a shield, her slender fingers fidgeting with its edges.

"I... I need to adjust some settings for the next stream," she murmured, crossing to the small desk in the corner.

Kenny nodded, his throat too tight for words. Isolde had seen everything, had been watching from her tech booth, had probably been the one to zoom in on his face when Barbara had forced him to compare himself to Thalion. The thought sent fresh heat crawling up his neck.

"The numbers are good today," Isolde said after a moment, her voice so soft he almost missed it. "Over fifteen thousand viewers."

"Great," Kenny croaked, the word like broken glass in his mouth. "Fifteen thousand people watching me get humiliated. That must be some kind of record."

Isolde's fingers stilled on her tablet, her eyes finally flicking up to meet his. Something like sympathy, or was it pity?, flashed across her face before she looked away again.

"Barbara says it's what they pay for," she whispered, more to herself than to him.

A harsh electronic buzz cut through the tension as Barbara's voice crackled over the intercom.

"Kenny, Isolde, playtime's over. Get your asses back to the theater. We've got a special procedure lined up, and our viewers are getting impatient."

Kenny's body reacted before his mind could process, a Pavlovian response to Barbara's commands that sent an unwanted surge of heat to his groin. He hated himself for it, hated how his body betrayed him even as his mind recoiled.

"Kenny, wait," Isolde said suddenly, her voice urgent as he moved toward the door. "The next patient... he's been here before."

Kenny paused, one hand on the door handle. "So?"

"He's... he's worse than Thalion." Isolde glanced nervously at the ceiling, as if Barbara might be watching through the vents. "Last time, he made the assistant before you cry. Barbara loved it. That's why she keeps booking him."

A chill ran down Kenny's spine despite the flush still warming his skin. "Why are you telling me this?"

Isolde opened her mouth to respond, but the door swung open, nearly smacking Kenny in the face. Barbara stood in the doorway, her green eyes glittering like a predator's.

"Well, well, what have we here? A little strategy session between our cuck assistant and our voyeur technician?" She sauntered into the room, her presence immediately filling the small space. "How sweet."

Isolde shrank back, her tablet clutched tightly against her chest. Kenny stood frozen, trapped between Barbara and the lockers.

"I was just telling Kenny about the—" Isolde began.

"About how wet you get watching him squirm?" Barbara cut in, her smile razor-sharp. "Don't think I haven't noticed, Isolde. You're not as invisible behind that control panel as you think."

Isolde's cheeks flamed crimson as Barbara turned her attention to Kenny.

"Did you study your homework, Kenny?" Barbara asked, stepping close enough that he could smell her perfume, something expensive and heady that made his head swim. "Where's my present?"

Kenny reluctantly opened his locker and retrieved the silicone replica. Barbara's smile widened.

"Perfect. Now, describe it to Isolde. In detail. Tell her exactly how it compares to your own... equipment."

Kenny's throat constricted. "Barbara, I don't think—"

"That's right, you don't think. You obey." She crossed her arms, waiting. "Go on. Educate our little tech girl."

Isolde's eyes were wide, her breath coming in shallow pants that made her chest rise and fall rapidly beneath her loose shirt. Kenny felt sweat beading at his temples.

"It's... significantly larger than mine," he forced out, the words sour on his tongue. "Thicker around than my wrist."

"More specifics," Barbara demanded, reaching out to stroke the silicone shaft. "Length? Texture? How does it make your little cock feel, knowing women like me prefer this monster?"

Isolde gave a small, choked sound that might have been discomfort or, God help him, arousal. Kenny couldn't tell, and that uncertainty made everything worse.

"It's about nine inches long," Kenny continued, his voice hollow. "The veins are pronounced. It's... intimidating."

Barbara laughed, the sound cutting through the tense air. "Intimidating, he says! What do you think, Isolde? Does our little cuck assistant sound intimidated or envious?"

Isolde stammered something unintelligible, her eyes fixed on the floor.

"I can barely hear you, darling," Barbara said, stepping closer to her. "Maybe you need to be part of the show instead of hiding behind your screens. Our viewers would love to see your reaction up close when Kenny has to hold this monster next to his own pathetic cock."

Isolde's head snapped up, panic flashing in her eyes. "I'm not, I can't—"

"Oh, but you can," Barbara purred, running a finger down Isolde's cheek. "You've been watching for months. Don't you want to play?"

Kenny saw genuine fear in Isolde's eyes and felt a rush of protectiveness that surprised him.

"Barbara, the next patient is waiting," he interjected, drawing her attention away from Isolde. "Shouldn't we get ready?"

Barbara's eyes narrowed, but her smile remained. "Always so professional. Fine. But this conversation isn't over, Isolde. I've seen how you look at the screen when our bulls are on display."

She turned, gesturing for them to follow as she strode from the room. Kenny exhaled slowly, exchanging a brief glance with Isolde, who mouthed a silent "thank you" before hurrying after Barbara.

Back in the theater, Thalion lounged in a recovery chair, his enhanced body barely covered by a thin robe. His eyes lit up when they entered, his gaze lingering on Kenny with predatory amusement.

"There he is," Thalion called, his deep voice sending an involuntary shiver down Kenny's spine. "Barbara's been telling me about your next assignment. Can't wait to watch."

Barbara smiled as she checked Thalion's vitals, her hand lingering on his chest. "Thalion's staying to observe the next procedure. He's very interested in our work."

Kenny busied himself with prepping the surgical tools, trying to ignore the weight of Thalion's stare and the growing dread in his stomach.

"The next procedure is going to push some boundaries," Barbara announced, her voice dropping to a sensual purr as she ran her fingers through Thalion's hair. "Our viewers have been asking for something more... interactive."

Kenny's hands stilled on the instruments. Interactive? What the hell did that mean?

"Oh, and Kenny," Barbara added, her smile widening to show perfect white teeth—"I've had Isolde install a new camera angle. It captures your every expression, every twitch, every... reaction. Our viewers won't miss a thing."

As if on cue, a monitor flickered to life, showing a close-up of Kenny's pale face. The chat immediately erupted with crude comments and demands.

"Get ready," Barbara whispered, leaning close enough that her breath tickled his ear. "The real show is about to begin."

***

The operating theater had transformed in Kenny's absence. The harsh surgical lights had been dimmed to a sensual glow, creating dramatic shadows that accentuated the curves of the equipment, and the bodies. Thalion reclined on the table, his enhanced physique gleaming with oil that someone, Barbara, no doubt, had applied while Kenny was gone. In the corner, the 3D printer whirred and clicked, extruding another flesh-colored monstrosity layer by layer. Kenny's stomach clenched as he realized this replica would be even larger than the last.

"Finally," Barbara said, turning from where she stood adjusting a camera. She'd changed her scrubs, if they could even be called that anymore. The top barely contained her breasts, cut so low that the dark circles of her areolae peeked above the neckline. "Our audience was getting impatient."

On the monitors, the chat scrolled frantically:

*Make him touch it!*

*Show us his pathetic dick next to the bull's!*

*He's getting hard just looking at it, the little cuck!*

Kenny forced his eyes away from the screen, only to land on Barbara as she slinked toward Thalion. She ran her hand up his thigh, not stopping until she reached the impressive bulge beneath the thin surgical drape.

"Today's procedure is a continuation of our earlier work," Barbara announced to the camera, her voice taking on that performative purr she used for the streams. "But first, I think Thalion deserves a proper... examination."

With a fluid motion, she pulled the drape away, revealing Thalion's cock, already half-hard and imposing. Kenny tried to look away, but Barbara snapped her fingers.

"Kenny, come check the printer's progress. I want you to compare the replica to the real thing. Our viewers insist."

His legs moved automatically, professional training overriding his desire to flee. The printer had nearly completed its work, the silicone shaft taking its final form as he approached.

"It's remarkable how accurate our scans are," Barbara continued, her hand wrapping around Thalion's growing erection. "Every vein, every ridge, perfectly captured. Kenny, take the model."

The replica was warm from the printing process, the silicone strangely lifelike against his palm. Barbara beckoned him closer to Thalion, who watched with hooded eyes, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Hold them side by side," Barbara commanded. "Let our viewers see the comparison."

Kenny held the replica next to Thalion's actual member, now fully erect under Barbara's ministrations. They were identical in size, intimidatingly massive.

"Now," Barbara's voice dropped lower—"show us how you compare."

A cold sweat broke out across Kenny's forehead. "Barbara, I—"

"That wasn't a request." Her green eyes flashed dangerously. "Or would you prefer to find another position? One that doesn't pay your sister's medical bills?"

The threat hung in the air, sharp and undeniable. Kenny's hands trembled as he placed the replica on a surgical tray and reached for the drawstring of his scrubs.

"Just the outline," Barbara conceded, her smile cruel. "For now. Press yourself against your scrubs so our viewers can see."

Relief mingled with humiliation as Kenny pressed his own erection, traitorously hard despite his shame, against the thin fabric of his scrubs. Next to Thalion's exposed manhood, the contrast was painfully obvious.

The chat exploded with laughter and mockery:

*LMAO is that all he's got?*

*Barely a third of the bull's size!*

*No wonder he's a cuck!*

"I think the viewers have their answer," Barbara purred, climbing onto the table to straddle Thalion's thighs. "Kenny, adjust camera three. I want them to see everything."

As Kenny moved to the camera, Zephyrine appeared at his side, her platinum hair gleaming in the dim light. "Pathetic," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "I bet you're leaking in your scrubs right now, aren't you? Getting off on seeing what a real man looks like."

Her fingers brushed against the front of his scrubs, confirming the wet spot where his unwanted arousal had indeed leaked through. Kenny jerked away, but not before Zephyrine's knowing laugh cut through him.

"Barbara," she called—"your little assistant is making a mess of himself."

Barbara, now grinding herself against Thalion's exposed cock, looked over with amusement. "Already? We've barely started. Kenny, focus the camera on us, then come hold the retractors. We do have a procedure to complete... eventually."

Kenny positioned himself beside the table, medical instruments in hand, as Barbara continued her explicit display. She lowered herself onto Thalion with a theatrical moan, her scrub bottoms pushed aside just enough to allow penetration. The camera captured every detail of their joining.

"This," Barbara gasped, rising and falling on Thalion's shaft—"is what power looks like, Kenny. This is what women want. Not your pitiful excuse for a cock."

Thalion groaned beneath her, his enhanced muscles flexing as he gripped her hips. "Fuck, Barbara, you're so tight."

"Tighter for you," she cooed back, before turning her attention to Kenny. "Hand me the marker. I need to mark the incision lines."

Kenny passed her the surgical marker, trying to keep his hand steady as Barbara rode Thalion harder, her moans filling the room. She marked lines across his pectoral muscles with surprising precision despite her rhythmic movements, but soon set the marker aside, focusing fully on the act. Her hips ground against him with increasing intensity, Thalion's hands roaming over her body, fondling her exposed breasts as she arched her back. The chat went wild, demanding more, as Barbara's cries peaked in a shuddering orgasm, her body clenching around him. Thalion followed soon after, thrusting up into her with a deep groan, his release spilling inside her.

Breathless and satisfied, Barbara dismounted, adjusting her scrubs with a triumphant smirk. The air was thick with the scent of their coupling, and she wiped a bead of sweat from her brow before picking up the marker again. "Now that the examination is complete," she purred, "let's proceed with the procedure."

The actual surgical portion passed in a blur of humiliation for Kenny. Barbara worked with clinical precision, her scalpel steady as she made incisions and enhancements, never letting Kenny look away. She made him recite the steps of the procedure for the viewers while she taunted him relentlessly.

"Explain what I'm doing now, Kenny," Barbara ordered as she made the final sutures.

"You're... completing the pectoral enhancement with..." Kenny's voice caught as he recalled the earlier display. "With subcutaneous sutures to ensure minimal scarring."

"Very good," she purred. "And what will this enhancement allow Thalion to do better?"

Kenny swallowed hard. "It will... improve his muscular definition and... physical dominance."

"Physical dominance," Barbara repeated, her voice still husky. "Something you know nothing about, do you, Kenny?"

The procedure completed, but Barbara showed no sign of ending the stream. She climbed off Thalion only to position herself between his legs, taking his massive cock into her mouth while maintaining eye contact with the camera.

"Clean the surgical area, Kenny," she commanded between licks. "And narrate what I'm doing for our viewers. In detail."

Kenny moved robotically, his hands disinfecting the skin around the sutures while his voice, hollow and detached, described Barbara's explicit actions.

"Dr. Barbara is... performing oral stimulation on the patient," he recited, each word a fresh wound to his pride. "She's using her tongue to... to trace the length of his shaft while maintaining suction."

"More explicit," Barbara demanded, pulling away from Thalion with a wet pop. "Give them the dirty talk they're paying for."

Kenny's face burned. "She's... she's sucking his huge cock, taking it deeper than I could ever hope to... to satisfy a woman."

Thalion laughed, the sound echoing through the theater. "Fuck, this is better than the surgery. Look at him squirm."

The chat agreed, comments flooding in with demands for more humiliation, more comparisons, more of Kenny's degradation. He moved through the motions of post-operative care, his body on autopilot while his mind retreated to a numb, distant place.

As the session finally wound down, Barbara wiped her mouth and looked directly into the primary camera.

"For our next procedure, we have something special planned," she announced, her voice husky from her activities. "Our subscribers have been asking for more involvement from our assistant. And I think it's time we gave them what they want."

Kenny froze, ice replacing the blood in his veins.

"Next week, Kenny won't just be observing. He'll be an integral part of our demonstration." Barbara's smile was all predatory teeth. "We'll be exploring just how much... or how little... it takes to satisfy a woman. With live comparisons."

The chat erupted in excited messages, subscribers pledging additional payments for the promised spectacle. Kenny stood rooted to the spot, the instruments in his hands suddenly unbearably heavy.

"Clean up, Kenny," Barbara ordered, sliding off the table and adjusting her barely-there scrubs. "And get plenty of rest. You'll need all your... stamina... for next time."

As Barbara and Thalion left the theater, arms wrapped around each other, Kenny remained frozen under the unblinking gaze of the cameras, the dread of what was to come settling over him like a shroud.