Math class goes differently

Jesse looked distracted, gazing down the hall with a sad longing. He was staring at Angela Brown’s fat backside. That ass was like a shelf and everyone wanted a piece. When Alejandro grabbed him by the armpits and effortlessly hoisted him into the air, smashing him into the hallway lockers with a crash, only a sad “oof” escaped him.

Mr. Washington, a big, burly, African American Beta gym teacher, snapped his head around. His face already furrowing with rage at the blatant bullying. When he saw it was Alpha on Beta **** his face folded inwards into a sour grimace. He inclined a respectful nod at Alejandro who hadn’t even noticed him and scurried away down the hall.

Rumors persisted that Mr.Washington’s son had given him standing orders to put out for the school’s Alphas. That his huge muscular bubble butt was open season for the gayer Alphas. And that he was in the demographic of black men who sprouted teeny weenie tootsie rolls, and not a BBC. Not that anyone cared, natural penises were never a match for Alpha cock anyway. Jesse was one of the many purveyors of such rumors, and didn’t deserve help even had he gotten it. He wistfully watched Mr.Washington run off as Alejandro crushed him against the lockers.

“What the absolute fuck did you do to me?!” Alejandro whisper-screamed at Jesse in the highest pitched little squeak he could muster. It came out as a rich baritone but at least it didn’t make everyone cream their jeans.

That had happened earlier when an old lady had asked him for directions on his way to school. He’d run away from the bus stop as fast as he could and learned since that the highest pitch of his new register was all that prevented him from being surrounded by cumming betas.

Jesse went from being filled with sad longing to genuinely terrified as even the weakened voice adjusted his brain chemistry, that and the six foot five, two-hundred sixty pound Alpha bearing down on him.

“Alpha Voice… it’s called Alpha Voice. Put me down. Please.” He said as he slowly got himself together.

Alejandro let him plop to the ground. He looked down at his ruffled friend and grabbing him by the arm set him upright again. “What does that mean, Jesse?” He asked again in the highest squeak possible.

Jesse started to smile. He rubbed at his arm and inspected Alejandro. “I think it’s working too.”

Alejandro gave him a cross look.

“It’s a voice modulation mod, basically your vocal cords now vibrate at frequencies that make your voice irresistible to the human brain. A shortcut to beta lust and obedience.” He smiled wildly now. “And I think it fucking works too. What’s happened? Has stuff been happening??”

Alejandro told him about dinner and the bus stop. Jesse’s eyes went wide with glee, Alejandro noticed a small boner in Jesse’s pants.

“Duuuude gross. This is a serious issue. How do I undo it?”

Jesse hurriedly adjusted himself looking embarrassed before he continued. “Undo it?? What? No. This is too cool. We gotta use it!”

“We?” Alejandro thought. Jesse was still speaking. “You can’t anyway. It’s permanent. So enjoy it!” A total lie, but Jesse was too excited to let this slip away. Dreams of all the power he now commanded racing through his mind even if it was in the hands of another man. A best friend though, he could work with this, Alejandro would give him that taste of the Alpha life, no doubt.

Alejandro looked at his diminutive friend the delusions of greatness plain on his face.

The bell rang for last period.

Mr. Wilson slapped Jesse on the back of the head as he handed Alejandro a note. He let the Alpha read the note in peace of course.

“It’s Angela! She’s eighteen. You gotta bag her!” the note read. Alejandro snorted. Everyone knew that Angela had skipped two grades. He passed the note back to Jesse with it saying so. Jesse hurriedly passed it back.

“No it’s not true! She lied she’s been eighteen for months!! She just doesn’t want to be someone’s brain dead bimbo. You’ve seen the way she acts.”

It was true. Angela for sure looked eighteen and acted like a total bitch even to the Alphas. There was talk of them following the haughty transfer-student/Local to college and modding the bitch out of her, and the dick-slut into her, in a way she’d never forget. Angela in response loudly planned of going to her dream college well out of OZ reach.

“How do you know?” Alejandro whispered.

“Her transcript in the office.” Jesse whispered back, earning him a withering glare from Mr. Wilson. Jesse worked in the office. His older brother had arranged it instead of detentions. It checked out.

“Well?” Alejandro hissed. “What should I do about it then?”

“Bag her for us! Make her your Beta. Big bro hasn’t been letting me use mom and my nuts are swollen dude. We’ll double team her behind the school by the dumpsters after class, c’mon.”

“That’s two hours of detention for you Jesse Flowers! Don’t make it three!”

The class snickered and Jesse pouted. “Think about it dude.”

“Alright three it is!”

Alejandro sighed and stood up. His paper in hand. He’d finished early, a few people groaned. Calculus was hard at an elite OZ school but Alejandro’s work was always perfect and everybody knew it.

Mr. Wilson knew it too and took it beaming. His star student. His star student who was really Elena Torres’s star student. Still it pleased Mr. Wilson who was used to Alpha’s getting smart Betas to do everything for them.

“You’re free to go home early if you would like Mr.Torres.” Alejandro nodded and turned to get his stuff. Angela was behind him paper in hand, she’d finished early too.

“Thank you Ms. Brown. Please return to your seat.” Mr. Wilson said as he took her paper.

Something came over Alejandro. It was as natural as breathing, and discomforting as puberty. A coming of age that only happens in an OZ.

Alejandro turned and whispered in a sonorous rumble. “Angela can leave early too.” the older math teacher shuddered as his neurons fired and rearranged in time with Alpha Voice.

“Ms. Brown, you are also free to go.” Angela looked surprised and even spared a glare for Alejandro before she very quickly packed her things and hurried out the door. Jesse was positively beaming as Alejandro hurried after her.

“Angela! Wait!” She didn’t turn and walked faster down the hall. Her expensive shoes clicking loudly on the linoleum floors.

“Leave me alone loser, I’m not thankful or anything. Go away.”

“Stop.”

She did. What choice did she have. Alpha Voice was in control now.