It had been a week since Eren began his new lifestyle, and now he had settled into something of a routine. He lived in an abandoned loft in the meat packing district. The place was dirty, nothing compared to Ackerman Place, but at least he had a roof over his own head, that for the most part didn't leak. He had a constant stream of customers, and a few regulars. They always paid well for his services, so Eren found that at least he wouldn't be going hungry anytime soon. Also, now that he was no longer a maid, he found he could sleep in as late as he liked. This suited his new lifestyle, as he was often up until five or six in the morning.
Currently, it was five in the evening, and Eren was just finishing his supper. A knock on his door told him that his first customer was here. Eren made his way across the old wooden floors and opened the door to reveal one of his regulars.
"Adler," Eren said silkily. Clearly it was a fake name, but he couldn't really complain. He never gave any of his customers his real name.
"Rogue," the man nodded.
"Come in. I was just finishing putting away my dishes."
Adler made his way into the cheap loft, and went straight for the kitchen table. He had a kink for this domesticity, and who was Eren to complain if it meant a slight bonus?
"How was work today, honey," Eren said washing up his dishes. Behind him he heard Adler grunt. Eren turned around to see Adler already had a hand in his pants. He giggled. "Getting started without me? Now that's hardly fair!"
Adler grinned a crooked smile, "now poppet, who said I was getting started without you?"
Eren sighed, setting down the dishes, and walking over to the man. He sat on Adler's lap, and could feel the other's dick pulsing under his plush ass. Eren pouted, "why do you get to have all the fun? After all I made you your supper, and wash your laundry. Don't I at least deserve a little something."
Adler moaned, "beg you slut. Come on, now. Don't be shy."
"Oh honey. I do all this work for you. I even refrain myself from screwing the milkman when he comes every morning. Don't you think I've earned a little something from you," gasped Eren.
Adler had begun kissing and sucking on his neck. He pulled away, "You been screwing the milkman?"
Eren made his eyes go all wide and innocent. "Not at all! I wouldn't dream of screwing anyone but you, Adler~"
Adler moaned. "That's right baby, I know you wouldn't. Now how about you take of those pretty clothes of yours, and get prepared for me."
Eren knew what this meant. He stood, taking off everything. He made his way over to his bed, and began to suck on his fingers. Slowly, Adler made his way over, eyes raking up every inch of exposed flesh. One by one Eren inserted his fingers into his ass, slowly and methodically stretching himself.
"Come on poppet, you can do better than that," Adler said, undressing.
"Adler! You make me so hot and desperate," moaned Eren scissoring himself. "I could have seduced the mailman by now, but I know you want me to be pure and yours alone."
"That's right poppet, all mine."
Adler crawled across the bed and pushed Eren down, spreading his legs.
"Oh Adler, just touch me already," begged Eren.
Adler sat back on his haunches, watching his whore prepare himself. "Not just yet, Rogue. I know you want me to, but I'm having too much fun watching you."
Eren pretended to blush, and look away. "I don't disgust you?"
"Not at all poppet. Now continue to stretch that tight little hole of yours so that I can enter you," Adler hummed, stroking at his own erection.
Eventually, Adler couldn't take it anymore, and he pushed Eren face down into the bed. Eren could feel short stubby fingers spreading his ass cheeks, followed by Adler pushing his cock in. He could hear a sigh from the other man. Eren carefully shifted his head so that he wouldn't suffocate.
"Rogue, you're still so tight," groaned Adler.
Eren moaned. "You just fill me up, Adler. So full, I think I might pop!"
Adler chuckled. "Better not pop yet, there's still a lot more pleasuring you gotta give me."
Adler began to pull out and quickly pushed in. It wasn't as bad as Eren's first customer...nothing had been as bad as that. But it wasn't exactly pleasant. Sure he was moaning, and on one level it did feel good. But he was only moaning because he knew he got paid better if he didn't act like a dead fish...and even though it felt good, it didn't mean he was enjoying himself. Eren did his best to pretend that he was okay with strangers sticking their penises into him, he did his best to please them...but he missed Mikasa. And Petra and Hanji. He missed having a clean bed that he didn't have to share with a stranger. He missed the security of Rivaille Estate, the warmth of the kitchen, Armin, and yeah even Jean's stupid jokes. He even missed Levi.
"Oh god! Rogue! Yes poppet! Just like that!" screamed Adler climaxing.
Eren could feel the warm liquid run down his legs. He could feel Adler's grubby hands on his sweaty ribcage and the other's limp dick still inside of him.
"Good poppet," Adler said.
Eren could feel the weight shift from the bed, and he knew the other had stood up to get dressed. Slowly, with whatever dignity was left, Eren sat up to see the man checking his watch.
"Still be home in time to have dinner with the missus," Adler chuckled. "You always were a quick fuck, Rogue."
"Glad to be of service," Eren said dejectedly.
Adler leaned in, his breath smelling of onions and rancid meet. "Don't be like that, poppet. In a few weeks my wife will go to visit her pregnant sister. Then I can stay with you the whole night, won't that be nice? A whole evening with Adler?"
Eren nodded mutely.
The man cackled. "Thought as much. Here's your payment, plus a little extra."
Adler handed the cash over, before heading to the door. When he opened it, there were two men standing there. One was a regular, the other a stranger. Adler nodded, and brushed past the two of them out into the open air.
"Er, one of you is going to have to wait," Eren said wrapping a sheet around himself.
"Don't worry, Rogue. He's with me," the regular said coolly.
"I'm afraid I'm a bit of a mess," Eren said. His legs shook as he stood up to go clean himself off.
"Doesn't matter to me," the stranger said, "I don't mind sloppy seconds."
Eren cringed a bit. "Very well."
The regular, Mr. Patterson, laughed. "Well Rogue? Where's my kiss?"
Eren dropped the sheet and made his way across the drafty apartment to the tall, older gentleman. Eren raised himself onto his toes, and kissed Mr. Patterson on the lips. The stranger shut the door.
Eren pulled away and said, "you know it'll cost extra to keep him around."
Mr. Patterson laughed. "Now since when has money been an issue for me?"
Eren smiled blithely, "never, Mr. Patterson. And what shall I be calling our guest?"
"Mr. Edwards," the other lied smoothly.
Eren nodded, walking over to the shorter man. "Good evening. Mr. Edwards." He said it calmly, and slowly.
Mr. Edwards grinned like wolf, before pulling Eren into a kiss. It was sloppy, and a bit too wet. Behind them, Eren could feel Mr. Patterson come up, and start kissing his neck. In the middle of his back he could feel Mr. Patterson's erection poking into him. And in his stomach he could feel Mr. Edwards'.
Eren pulled away from them and put on his best seductive smile. "Well, aren't you two excited."
"That's what a young boy like you tends to do to us older gentleman, Rogue. You must be used to it by now," Mr. Patterson said suavely.
Eren's gut knotted up. He had almost forgotten how much Mr. Patterson liked to pretend Eren was underage. It made him sick. He smiled nervously. "You're such a flatterer, Mr. Patterson. How would you like me tonight?"
"On your knees," Mr. Patterson said icily, undoing his pants. The older man sat down on Eren's bed, spreading his legs.
Swallowing back the bile in his throat, Eren knelt down. Dedicatedly he began to suck on the older gentleman's hardened cock. Mr. Patterson's fingers wound in Eren's darkened locks, pushing his head up against the man's pelvis.
"Come now, Rogue. You know I like to see your beautiful green eyes when you suck me off. Look at me like a good boy," Mr. Patterson said sweetly.
Eren looked up, his green eyes meeting the other's dark blue eyes. Eren felt icy hands on his shoulders and back. He knew that it must be Mr. Edwards. Feathery light touches tracing down his spine. Eren shivered. Both men liked that, as one let out a chuckle and the other hummed in approval.
"What lovely skin, you have Rogue," Mr. Edwards murmured appreciatively.
He felt bony fingers kneading his ass, and he knew what was coming next. He felt one of the fingers slide into his hole. There was little resistance, as he was already stretched and there were still Adler's fluids leaking out of him. Hastily another joined it, and then a third, and soon enough the old man was fisting him. As Eren whined and keened, Patterson had begun to moan.
"Rogue! That's it, just like that!"
Edwards withdrew his fingers, and inserted his dick. Roughly he started pounding Eren, causing Eren's head to bob faster. Both men moaned loudly, Eren tried to keep from crying. The grasp on his hips tightened, and Patterson was now pulling at his hair.
"Agh. Good boy, Rogue," groaned Patterson.
"Good slut. Taking my dick like that, good slut," hissed Edwards in pleasure.
Eren's knees and wrists were hurting, not to mention his ass was really sore.
"God, I want you in me," Edwards whispered in Eren's ear.
Patterson laughed. "I think it's about time we switched positions."
Patterson helped Eren up onto the bed, as his legs were still pretty shaky. Edwards lay on his side, and Patterson aided Eren into spooning him. Eren adjusted himself, lining himself up with Edwards' ass.
"This may hurt a bit," Eren warned as he pushed his cock in.
Edwards just moaned, his hand going to his own dick. The bed creaked as Patterson got onto the bed behind Eren. Eren could feel the man's dick push it's way into his body. Soon enough the man was rocking against Eren, who was caught in the middle. He continued thrusting into Edwards, but the friction was burning him up. He felt Patterson cum inside him, and shortly after that Edwards came too. The two older gentlemen pulled away from Eren, leaving him lying on the bed. They talked quietly figuring that Eren passed out from exhaustion.
"See? What did I tell you? He's good isn't he?" Patterson laughed.
Edwards smirked. "Where do you find tramps like this?"
"I have my ways."
"And Emily. Does she know?"
"Heavens no! After she lost the baby last spring I stopped going near her. She's sick and weak. It would be better to have a whore like this as my wife, rather than her," Patterson chuckled. "And Martha?"
"What about her?"
"Well what would she think if she knew that you had had sex with a prostitute, and a male one at that," Patterson asked.
Edwards shrugged. "She'll never find out. She's bedridden because of this damned pregnancy."
In a low voice Patterson said, "what are you going to do with a brat? You already have three."
Edwards smiled. "Bide my time, then sell it into the slave trade. I have no use for another heir."
"And Martha?"
"I'll tell her it died at boarding school, or something like that," Edwards said airily.
And with that the two men departed.
Eren felt sick to his stomach. He knew his customers were seedy men and women, often looking for a quick fuck, but he had never imagined them to be such monsters. He knew he could never track them down, but he wished with all his might that Martha and Emily did find out. He hoped those women could escape such manipulative men.
On any other night, Eren would try to go out to a street corner and see who else he could attract. The night was still young, and he could do with the extra cash. But at this point he could barely walk. His back ached, and his ass was still throbbing. He didn't want to go search for more pathetic lonely people.
He made himself a hot bath, in the ice cold bathroom, and did his best to clean himself. He scrubbed his skin raw, trying to get rid of any trace of his customers. He used a douche to clean himself on the inside, trying to forget that horrible conversation he had overheard. Once he was done bathing he considered going out, but decided against it. He had made more tonight than he had expected, and he was content with that. Now he just had to hope none of his other regulars decided to show up.
Much to his disappointment, there was a knock. As quickly as he could he put on a robe, and made his way to the door. What was there surprised him. Standing there were two strange men. One was tall and thin, and had a nervous kind of expression on his face. The other was broad and muscular, and tough as hell.
"Are you Rogue?" the muscular one asked.
Eren cleared his throat, "That's me."
"Our boss wants to meet you," the muscular one continued.
Eren frowned. "I don't understand."
"Doesn't really matter. You're meeting her either way," the muscular one said gruffly.
"Her?"
The muscular one huffed before grabbing a hold of Eren and throwing him over his shoulder. Eren began to protest, and was about to scream, when the tall one leaned over him and said, "It's really no use, you know. She summoned you, so now you have to go talk to her."
"Who's her?" Eren asked again.
The muscular one let out a throaty chuckle. "The Woman."
Like that cleared things up, Eren thought angrily.
Hope this chapter was okay...? I don't really think things are going to be okay with Eren for awhile tbh. But I really appreciated all your reviews! They made my life so much better. And hey, don't worry, Erwin is going to get what's coming to him...just not yet. Let me know what you think. And who do you think the strangers and the Woman are, I bet you guys can guess. Loads of kokoros~ T.W.o.W.