"This is stupid, why couldn't you take Armin with you?"

Green eyes shifted to the occupied front seats as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Come on Eren, you know Armin wouldn't dare step foot in a place like this. You have a little more backbone than he does. Plus, I heard this place is a new hot spot."

Eren sighed as he moved his arms, hands going to rub his thighs in anxiousness. This is not how he wanted to spend his Friday night. This is the first Friday he had off in months due to inflation at the hospital. Leave it to Jean and Connie to ruin that for him. His hand went to adjust the watch on his wrist as he scratched the skin underneath the cool gunmetal.

Eyes looked at Eren who was scowling in the back seat.

"Oh, come on Eren, how bad could it be? Leather and assless chaps?"

Eren lifted a brow as he looked at Jean through the rear mirror of his car. It was dark in the vehicle, save for the city lights.

"Just what kind of club are we even going to?" Eren's eyes shifted to Connie who was looking at Jean and trying not to laugh. His shoulders were shaking in silent laughter. He then punched Jean in the shoulder and then they both began laughing.

Eren lifted his hands in surrender and looked back out the window in continuous displeasure at being left in the dark. Why him? Why was it always him? They certainly wouldn't try to pull this shit with Mikasa, and Armin was on graveyard shifts. Armin also worked at the hospital that Eren worked at, Trost District Hospital. Mikasa also worked with them but she worked in an entirely different unit than they did.

Jean and Connie on the other hand…

They all had attended the same university together and studied together. Jean and Connie knew each other before they knew either one of them. They both were in civil engineering. Once they all had graduated, they kind of stuck together. Eren looked to Jean who was turning left and was leading them down a side road. He then reached forward and put his hand on Jean's shoulder. Jean looked over questioningly at Eren.

It was silent for a few moments before Eren spoke.

"What would I ever do without a horse for a friend?"

"Hey!"

Once the vehicle did come to a complete stop and Jean didn't kill them all in the attempt to get back at Eren's horse comment, Eren did finally look out the window at where the idiot had taken them. Opening the door, he stepped out, black converse hitting the pavement.

"Jean, what the fuck is this place?"

Jean shut the door and turned to make sure Connie had shut the door as well before locking the car. The location was rather discreet in comparison to the clubs and pubs they usually went to more in the city. It was a giant white house with a rather intricate staircase leading to giant wooden doors. People were coming and going, mostly going in. Eren looked to his watch. It was only 9:30 pm. Still early. He watched a car pull up a few spots away from them, a couple emerging from the car. His eyes widened at the attire the couple had dressed in. He then looked down to his black skinny jeans and short sleeved shirt.

At least he got the colour right.

They had made it to the front doors when Eren realized exactly where Jean had dragged him. No wonder why everyone was in either leather, scandalous attire if even anything at all! Eren was no stranger to the human body but in such situations, he definitely felt out of tune with the professional expression he usually kept.

Eren had stopped at the doorjamb shaking his head.

Jean and Connie looked behind them to Eren who had stopped. He was shaking his head.

"No, I'm not stepping in there."

"Eren take the rod out of your ass, all you do is go home and watch Netflix. You're getting in here with us!" Jean went to grab Eren's wrist and pulled him into the establishment. Eren jerked his wrist away from Jean's grip, rubbing his wrist in the process. The damn guy had a strong grip. Eren looked around, seriously feeling uncomfortable and out of place. He swallowed thickly. The front foyer of the club was rather tame, donning a receptionist desk and two hallways. One went towards the main club room and another that went behind the giant…staircase.

This place had a giant staircase. Was this somebodies house? Whoever, anyway, must have reeked of money. Eren looked around, flabbergasted. He could have paid his tuition with the money used to put this place up. Marble flooring donned the whole foyer, up until where two bouncers were standing at the club entrance. They definitely weren't the smallest of people. One had blonde hair and looked like he could take out a tank. The other was somewhat shorter but still had the build of someone who could take out a tank.

"Eren."

Eren turned to Jean who was calling him over to the desk.

What he did miss was the pair of silver eyes watching him since he walked in the front door.

"Jean, what do we even do in a place like this?" Eren was at a loss at what he let himself be talked into. Connie had left a few moments ago to grab the three of them drinks from the bar. Jean turned his head back to Eren, he was clearly occupied with something or someone. They got stuck signing a bunch of papers at the desk, and Eren honestly thought he was singing away his life. The receptionist had laughed and only said it's just for legal reasons and safety. Not to mention the entrance fee. Did Jean think he was made of money? He was the engineer, not him.

"Listen, I heard from one of the guys at work that usually comes here in free time. I'm a little shocked too but it can't be that ba-" Jean was cut off as they heard a rather loud moan come from the back end of the club. Eren looked around Jean and honestly had no idea what to say at this point.

A petite blonde girl was sitting on what looked like a vibrating chair and was holding onto it for dear life. She had someone standing near her, speaking reassuring words to her as she nodded while almost sobbing. It was not unchecked by either man that she was stark naked.

"You took me to a BDSM club and thought it was a good idea?! What kind of people do you talk to at work?"

"H-hey well you know that much at least!" Jean raised himself from his slouched position on the chair as Connie returned with 3 beers. Eren looked to Connie who sat down and sipped on his beer quietly. "Did you know about this?" He asked. Connie looked to Eren and shook his head. Eren let out an audible groan and took a large swig of his beer. He looked past Jean again and saw the same blonde girl being led off the weird seat thing by another male who had wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. He led her to a nearby leather couch and sat her down and patted her head. Eren felt like he was something watching wrong like he was almost intruding on something deeply personal. But he couldn't help himself. It just looked so… he couldn't even explain it to himself. The girl was now huddled on the couch as the man went back to the bench and was cleaning it. After he was done cleaning, he had returned to the girl and she immediately cuddled into the male's side.

Eren got up suddenly, both Jean and Connie looking at him.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I gotta take a piss. Know where the bathroom is?"

Connie thumbed over his shoulder while commenting, "I saw it in the hallway where the staircase is." Eren nodded before walking away from the high table where they sat. Eren walked past the two bouncers who looked at him with a neutral expression. Eren paused in the middle of the hallway at hearing a distinct slapping noise followed by a pained moan. Eren turned back to look at the bouncers with a confused expression. The bouncers didn't acknowledge his confusion, so Eren decided to ignore it. Eren kept walking through the foyer until he came to the long hall he saw earlier, and that Connie had mentioned. He began making his way down the hall until he saw two figures standing right in the middle of the hallway. One was evidently on his knees, also naked. Eren's feet glued to the spot. He clearly had come across something at the very wrong time. The other person standing in front of him had his pants around his knees, clearly, the other person was giving this person oral. The person on their knees suddenly let out a groan and began coughing, clearly choking. The person standing suddenly slapped the other person's face, grabbing him by the hair.

"Hey!" Eren walked quickly down the hall, his hand going to grab the offender's wrist.

"What do you think you're…"

"Doing? I'd like to ask the same thing, brat."

Eren looked down to the person on their knees who now had moved back and was looking at him with wide eyes. This person had some large strap of leather around their neck donned with a silver 'o' hoop in the middle.

A collar?

Eren heard footsteps behind him as he looked over his shoulder. It was the two bouncers from earlier. They were ready to grab Eren and he was ready to fight if he had to. The person standing in front of him lifted his hand indicating for them to halt.

"Leave this one here with me. Take Marco upstairs to one of the spare rooms."

Eren suddenly felt very small and stupid, and very much so afraid of the two hulking meat tanks ready to throw him out if they needed to. The one named Marco had gotten up and was covering himself as the two bouncers escorted him upstairs. The person standing in front of him watched as they left, then his cold stare fixated on Eren. Eren stood there awkwardly as the stranger tucked himself in and buttoned up his slacks.

"I didn't think anyone allowed such disobedience wander around here. Who is your master?"

Eren's eyes widened at the question. Master? What? Who the hell was this guy?

"I asked you a question, submissive. Answer me now."

Eren continued to be silent, becoming more and more distressed by the situation. What the hell had he just gotten himself into? He could be at home and probably asleep right now, but no. Here he was, being asked who his master was and being called a submissive. He then raised his gaze and looked at the man dead in the eye, green eyes shining strong defiance.

"I have no master, and I am owned by no one."

The other man let out a chuckle running his hand down his chin, clearly observing the stranger in front of him.

"Is that so? It explains you being so poorly trained, interrupting somebody else's punishment. Or are you a glutton for punishment yourself?"

Eren grit his teeth at the way this guy was speaking to him. Who the hell did he think he was? Fists clenched, he turned around, going to find Jean and Connie so they could get the hell out of here. The stranger watched in amusement as the stranger turned away, walking out of the small hallway. He removed his crossed arms and looked down to his tented slacks. Sighing, he walked out into the foyer and made his way to the second level.

*waves*

Howdy! Thank you for reading the first chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed it.

Just a teaser, and if you haven't already caught on this story will contain M/M relationships and consensual BDSM being written by an individual experienced in BDSM. If you aren't interested or this isn't for you, please don't bother to continue on. This story is not for the faint-hearted either due to those elements.

If you're still here then I'll see you in the next update! Thanks for reading!