Page 94 of Under His Heel

The sports bra fit snugly around Alex’s chest. It pushed the flesh down, but it was still incredibly obvious that Alex now had tits. He closed his eyes and pulled on the shorts, and then very pointedly avoided looking down or at the mirror in the room.

Tracht kissed the corners of his eyes. “Lovely. Come along then.”

The halls were, thankfully, mostly empty. Alex crossed his arms and tried to hide his chest, though at least one person they passed did a double take when he looked at Alex.

Only two people were in the gym. The one woman was one of the ones that liked perving on Alex. He got the impression she found a way to be around whenever Tracht played at the public humiliation thing. Normally Alex could take it in stride, but now that she was staring at his chest, he felt even more exposed than usual.

The other woman took one look at Alex, packed up her things, and left immediately.

“Treadmill first, I think.” Tracht set the treadmill up for a brisk, angled pace, and then just watched.

Alex grit his teeth and started jogging.

Three steps in, and Alex understood why the sports bra had been necessary. Even with it on, there was a mild tug on his chest every time his body moved. Without it, he’d have been in pain at every step.

Tracht looked inordinately pleased with himself. He pinched Alex’s ass and then got started on his own workout.

A couple of people poked their heads in, and one of the crew took the treadmill next to Alex on the other side and spent a good ten minutes just staring at Alex’s chest.

Alex did his half hour on the treadmill and then went to lift some weights. He really, really didn’t like the way his chest heaved with each movement of his arms. And he realized that when he did his usual exercise of lifting two weights above his head, it exposed his chest for all to see.

Whatever. Alex ignored the whistles from the onlookers and focused on maintaining his balance while he lifted.

“I love the way the sweat soaks through your clothes,” Tracht said, way closer than he’d been earlier.

Alex opened his eyes and saw Tracht right in front of him, his eyes shining with lust. Heat rose up in Alex’s cheeks, anger and embarrassment all at once.

He made the mistake of looking down, and he saw his nipples outlined starkly in the bra. He set the weights down quickly and crossed his arms.

“Can we go?” Alex asked in a low voice.

“I should have us stay just because you asked,” Tracht replied. He got close and kissed Alex on the lips. When he pulled back, he was smirking. “But I’m ready to make use of you as well.”

The guy who’d been on the treadmill called out “nice tits” when Alex walked past. Alex wanted to deck the guy, but Tracht laughed loudly.

“Mr. Giehl, I’ll let it slide due to an immense irony, but I do hope you don’t act like that around any of the female crew.”

Giehl stood straighter. “Uh, no sir. Of course not. It just seemed… appropriate right now?”

“Yes, yes. As I said, no harm done. But don’t let me hear of you harassing anybody on ship.” Tracht took hold of Alex’s arm and led him out of the gym.

Parsons was waiting just outside.

His eyes widened and he stared, and stared, and fucking stared at Alex’s chest. Alex wondered if this was going to be another round of Parsons being disgusted by Alex, and if they could just get that over with as quickly as possible.

“Mr. Parsons. Do step out of the way,” Tracht said sharply.

That drew Parsons’ attention to Tracht. He looked like he wanted to say something, but apparently he changed his mind. He stepped aside, giving Alex a pitying look.

Alex hurried after Tracht.

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Tracht had Alex strip down completely, even took the cock cage off of him, and then made him lie on the bed.

“Push your breasts together,” Tracht ordered. He took his own gym clothes off and got on top of Alex, straddling his chest.

With dread, Alex pushed the sides of his chest together and watched Tracht slide his cock between the... the breasts. The glistening head of Tracht’s cock poked through, mocking.

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