Page 93 of Under His Heel

But Parsons shook his head. “You could have gotten jobs. Stealing is… stealing is wrong.”

“Did you really come here just to lecture me?” Alex started standing, and he hid a wince when his chest jiggled more than it was supposed to. He didn’t make it far though; Parsons grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. More like… I don’t understand. Why steal when there are safer methods?”

“First of all, we stopped stealing pretty early on,” Alex growled, pulling his arm away from Parsons. “People just really wanted to give Nick their stuff, okay? They just shouldn’t’ve been that dumb. Second of all, most places we could find work at wouldn’t have paid nearly enough. And the last few times Nick was ripping off gangs and casinos. They pretty much deserve it anyway.”

He thought that would set Parsons off, but Parsons just kind of laughed awkwardly. “Yeah. You could work yourself to the bone and still not get what you need while the people who got lucky or cheat get everything handed to them on a silver platter.”

That was not the reaction Alex would have expected at all. He eyed Parsons warily. “Maybe I should be asking if you’re okay.”

Parsons shook his head. “Sorry. I’m not. I’m just… doing the math and no matter what I do I can’t… there’s no way…”

“Is this about that dumb school?”

“Yeah. The dumb school that’s going to ensure Meilin has a good future and is one of the lucky ones who does get ahead in life.” Parsons buried his head in his hands, and for a moment Alex thought he was going to cry. He looked around nervously to make sure nobody else had come into the lounge, but they were still alone.

“Do you want me to beat up the principal for you? We can rough her up and threaten to do it some more unless she lets your kid stay enrolled?”

Parsons laughed bitterly. “That would just get us arrested.”

“Look, uh. I’m sure your kid’ll be fine either way.” Alex tentatively reached out to pat Parsons’ shoulder. Usually Alex kind of liked it when Tracht petted him, so maybe Parsons just needed a pat too. “I mean, I’m fine and you’re fine, and we didn’t go to fancy schools. Everybody on the crew is probably okay. I bet Espinosa didn’t go to the fancy school and she’s got the whole snobby rich attitude going on, too.”

“Yeah.” Parsons looked up again, and thank god he wasn’t crying. “Thanks. I think. Just… uh, tell me about whatever you’re studying right now.”

Alex pulled his hand away and got the tablet to display his study material again. Parsons mostly listened, helped Alex with some of the infuriatingly worded sentences, and only a few more times asked about Nick.

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Two weeks into Alex’s breast growth, when they were larger and heavier than Alex could have imagined, Tracht said, “Let’s go to the gym.”

Followed by, “Your clothes are on the bed.”

Alex had been avoiding the gym. He’d started double layering his shirts too, one tight on the bottom and then a looser button-up shirt on top to mask the deformity on his chest. With dread, he took a look at what Tracht had prepared for him.

The same teeny tiny gym shorts, but instead of a loose shirt, he’d laid out a sports bra.

Alex shook his head and backed away. “No. No way. No!”

Tracht stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist. “Alex. The correct answer is yes. You put that on, we go out. We’ll show off your breasts to anybody who happens to be around. If you don’t, you’ll find out just how sensitive those breasts of yours can be.”

Tracht squeezed on one of Alex’s pecs for emphasis, sending a sharp pain through him. Alex couldn’t believe that chicks walked around with these all the time.

“I once saw a woman take a crop on her breasts. I wasn’t particularly interested, of course, but there was a certain beauty to the way her chest moved and the crop pushed her flesh down.” He bit down on Alex’s ear, and Alex shuddered and tried to break free of Tracht’s grasp.

Alex would rather take the pain than have anybody seeing him with breasts. It was unnatural. It wasn’t him. He looked disgusting with the extra flabbiness on his chest.

“But maybe a flogging isn’t enough of an incentive? And I can’t starve you right now, since you need the hormone doses. So…” Tracht let Alex go and tapped his wrist to make the cock cage send electric shocks to Alex’s dick again.

Alex howled and doubled over in pain. “Stop! Stop!” Alex begged, only his voice was too slurred and he could barely breathe.

“Tch. I think I could turn it up a bit higher. Do you really need a functioning cock, Alex?”

Some part of Alex brain knew it was probably a bluff. Tracht liked playing with Alex’s cock, and whatever body mods Tracht forced on Alex had to be reversible.

The other part of him was in too much pain to care. When Tracht stopped the electricity, Alex crawled over to the bed, tears blurring his vision.

“That’s better.”

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