Page 95 of Under His Heel

Getting titty-fucked was weird as hell and not something Alex ever wanted to do ever again. He didn’t think he’d be able to do it to a chick anymore either.

Tracht held Alex’s scalp while he thrust between Alex’s breasts, occasionally ordering Alex to squeeze harder. Alex’s eyes started blurring up all over again, which was dumb because nothing really hurt. Sure, his chest was a bit sensitive, but this was better than his cock getting shocked.

“Open your mouth,” Tracht ordered. When Alex didn’t comply fast enough, he hooked a finger in there and pulled down hard. Alex trembled and watched Tracht’s cock thrust close to him, recede, thrust in again, and then the pressure on Alex’s scalp tightened and Tracht slammed forward even harder, coming in what felt like endless spurts.

Most of the come landed on Alex’s chest and neck, but some of it did reach Alex’s mouth and dribbled in. Alex waited until Tracht had removed his finger, and then he swallowed quickly, hoping to get rid of the aftertaste.

Tracht slid down to lie against Alex’s side, and he kissed Alex’s tears again. “Mmm. Not bad.”

Of course he couldn’t just let it all be over. Tracht started rubbing circles around Alex’s nipples. “Jerk yourself off.”

“Huh?”

“I want you to come while I’m playing with your breasts. Your tits.” Tracht squeezed the closer breast and then leaned forward to suck on the nipple.

Too tired to resist, Alex took his cock in hand. It was already half-hard, like it hadn’t gotten the memo that Alex didn’t like the tits. He stroked slowly, hoping to avoid actually getting to full hardness, only somehow his chest and nipples were a lot more sensitive now than they had been before. Everything Tracht was doing felt good.

Tracht paused for a moment to grab some of the spunk gunking up on Alex’s neck, and then rubbed it around Alex’s nipples. He squeezed and pinched and gently petted, licked and nibbled and sucked, and Alex didn’t actually have to do that much before he was so hard that he actually did want to come.

How did Tracht keep doing this to him? Alex was pretty sure this was too messed up to actually be sexy. He tilted his head towards Tracht and was really glad that Tracht kissed him right then.

He must have looked so gross, crying and sweaty and covered in spunk, and Tracht was holding him and saying things like, “That’s it,” and “good boy” in his ear.

Tracht bent low to suck on Alex’s tit again, and Alex came, spurting all over his hand and adding to the mess. He sobbed loudly. Tracht pulled back and opened his arms, and Alex went gladly, burying his head against Tracht’s shoulder and just crying like a goddamn kid.

“That was beautiful,” Tracht said. “Absolutely lovely.”

[Chapter 29]

Word about the breasts got around, and everybody on the ship tried to get a look. Nobody bothered Alex directly, probably because they were too scared of Tracht, but they weren’t exactly subtle about their staring.

Alex mostly avoided the common areas when he wasn’t with Tracht.

Thankfully, after another week of it—another week of Alex in tight, form-fitting shirts and blouses, of sports bras and open leering—Tracht got bored.

“I do prefer your masculine shape,” he said, and after that there were no more hormone supplements and no more visits to Singh.

It still took a while after Alex’s chest had shrunk back down to mostly normal for him to get up the nerve to head out alone. But he couldn’t really skimp on gym time much longer.

He did his workout as quickly as possible, but he wasn’t surprised that Parsons managed to track him down during that time. He ignored Parsons and went on with his workout.

Or, he tried to ignore Parsons, but that ended up being impossible. He almost tripped over his own feet when he craned his neck to see what Parsons was doing—which was simply lifting weights.

“Fine,” Alex growled. “What do you want?” He got off the treadmill and walked towards Parsons.

“Nothing,” Parsons responded. He set his weights down and wiped the sweat off his brow. “I mean, I said I wouldn’t get involved anymore. I’m—I’m gonna do that. Even if that was clearly a body mod.”

Alex folded his arms across his chest. “Doesn’t matter.”

“I know.”

“There’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I know,” Parsons repeated. “Look, it’s—no, it’s not fine. I mean, even if he can get away with it, doesn’t mean he should do it. But I don’t want to talk about him.” Parsons sighed loudly. “I’m gonna wash up. You?”

Something about the way Parsons was looking at Alex was weird. Parsons eyes darted in the direction of the gym washroom, and then he raised his eyebrows at Alex.

Oh. He wanted Alex to go along with him.

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