A/N) I didn't expect the amount of love for this story that I got. It is insane! You are all messed up people and I love it! I'm not alone. Just to reiterate, this part of the story starts the BDSM. I didn't even go all the way to the end just to give you a taste, and can back out now if you realize this isn't your thing. I try to be sensitive to other peoples sensitivities! I try to be kind. Thanks to everyone for all the love. It really gave me the drive to do a second chapter! So Please, enjoy it!
"Eren, calm down. It's five minutes away." Armin told his friend.
Eren couldn't stop moving. He drummed his fingers, and bounced his legs. He was way too excited. He saw the captain walk over, and shot out of his chair. The man looked amazing in tight leather pants, and a deep green v neck shirt.
"Let's go, brat." The man said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Yes, okay. Bye Armin. We will talk later." Eren said with a smile.
"Bye Eren, have fun. Treat him good, Rivaille."
As Eren and the man walked off, Eren looked at him "Rivaille?"
"Don't get all fucking excited, it's a fake name. Can't tell people my name is Captain. That's a stage name."
Eren nodded. Captain would be a ridiculous name. He didn't really need a name, eventually the only thing he would be calling Rivaille is master.
They got in Eren's car, and Rivaille directed them to a pretty trashy motel. They checked in, and went to their room. Eren snapped his fingers when he remembered something, and ran back to the car. He returned to the room with a suitcase. Rivaille lifted a brow "What's in the suitcase?"
Eren set it down on the bed, and blushed brightly as he opened it up. He stepped to the side as he lifted the lid, and looked away in embarrassment. Rivaille looked inside, and sucked in a breath "Fuck me..." He reached inside the suitcase, and began pulling things out. Different restraints from ropes to chains, blindfolds, riding crop, paddles, spreader bar, vibrating plugs, and a treasure of other things. "You stay prepared, huh?"
Eren nodded "I keep all my own supplies, and keep them pristine."
It was like Eren said a magic word that sent shivers down Levi's spine "Strip down now, brat!"
"But, uh..." Eren stuttered around. Suddenly, he felt his head impact the floor, and spots danced in his vision. Rivaille then put a leather boot on Eren's chest, and slowly added his weight. Eren could feel his chest compressing, and it was amazing
"Did I tell you to fucking argue with me? I said to strip, now. That's a fucking order!" Rivaille growled.
Eren shuddered in bliss "Yes master." When Rivaille moved his foot, Eren scrambled to his feet, and stripped down to his underwear. He hesitated to pull those down.
Rivaille rolled his eyes "I said strip. That means everything!"
Eren blushed harder, but complied. That shame and humiliating feeling sending waves of bliss crashing over his body. Rivaille grabbed Eren roughly by his wrist, and threw him down onto the bed. "Belly down, ass up." He commanded.
Eren hesitated to comply, but flipped his body over. He laid the top part of his body flush with the bed, and his bottom half was up in the air on his knees. He had to mindful of the suitcase on the bed.
"You've been bad haven't you? Why else would you need someone to punish you?" Rivaille purred into his ear "The main question is, what should I use first? Tell me Eren, what do you want me to use first?"
"Whip me master. Please! I need to be punished!" Eren cried out.
"Straight to the good stuff, huh?" He pulled the suitcase off the bed, and put it on a table in the room. He rooted around in the bag of treasures until he came across the riding crop. What a good way to shock the little submissive. Make him believe he's going to get whipped, and smack him with this instead. He looked back to the boy on the bed. He was panting in excitement. He glanced between his legs, and saw he was already hard. That's no fun. He looked around in the bag and found a cock ring. It wouldn't completely stop an orgasm, but it could hold it off for a little. He grabbed the circular device, and walked over to the boy. He grabbed a fistful of chocolate locks, and pulled the boy's hair until he was sitting up on his knees.
The sting made Eren suck in a breathe. He closed his eyes from the pain, but they flew open when he felt a pair of hands on his dick. He looked down, and saw Rivaille snapping a cock ring onto his impossibly hard penis. "M-master?" Eren asked, looking into steely grey eyes.
"Wouldn't want the fun to end to soon. Lay back down."
Eren relaxed, and laid back down. He shifted his legs to get more comfortable. He couldn't wait to feel the crack of a whip against his body. He closed his eyes and sighed. The anticipation coursing through his veins. Maybe Rivaille was smart to put the ring on him. Suddenly, a harsh snap crossed over his ass and he jolted. That wasn't a whip. He cried out in pain. The pain came with a rush of pleasure.
"Oh, what's your safe word?" Rivaille asked. A safe word was important. Submissives had boundaries, every one of them had a different tolerance for pain. Doms needed to be aware of how much was too much.
"Titan." Eren breathed out.
"Your safe word is Titan? That's fucking stupid, but I guess that works. Let's see how much you can take." With that, he smacked the crop against the back of Eren's thighs.
Eren sucked in a breathe, as his hands twisted into the sheets. Another blow across his back side made him moan lowly in his throat. It hurt, it hurt so fucking bad, but it gave him so much pleasure. He cock was so hard, the head flushed red, and beading up with pre-come.
Rivaille was impressed at how well Eren was taking this, most submissives were screaming out safe words by now, but not Eren. He took blow after blow, only crying out in pleasure. Suddenly, he got a wicked idea. He gave Eren a reprieve of the blows, and went back to the suitcase. He found a pair of handcuffs with safety latches on the side. Perfect! He laid the crop down, and grabbed Eren by his hair again to pull him up. The boy was drooling, his cheeks pink with arousal, and his beautiful eye color was almost gone from how blown with lust his pupils were. Rivaille bit his bottom lip as he felt his cock stir to life. That was new. Normally this stuff, he liked to do it, but it didn't turn him on. What was it about this boys fuck me face that affected him like this? He ignored it, grabbed Eren by his limp arms, and twisted them behind his back. He effectively locked the cuffs around those delicate wrists. Then he pushed Eren down into the pillows.
Eren moved his face to the side so he could breathe. He squirmed in the cuffs, and felt them rub his wrists. The squirming earned a harsh smack. Eren felt like he couldn't breathe. It was all so good. Damn, this stripper had him desperately clinging to the last bits of sanity he had. He flinched when he felt cold hands on his reddened and abused globes of his ass. The cold hands were both soothing and painful. Then came the embarrassment. His cheeks were spread apart. His face lit up in a blush. He felt a finger slide down his crack, and circle around his entrance.
"You have a slutty, greedy, little hole, don't you Eren?" Rivaille asked. He got a whimper in response "Would you like something shoved in your greedy hole, with your wrists behind your back, while I blemish your beautiful skin? Hmm? Do you want that Eren?"
Eren nodded, but felt a sharp sting across his cheek. He had been slapped for not answering his master "Punish me, captain."
"Say it really dirty. You can do that, right?"
"Yes master. Fill up my greedy hole, and hit me! Hit me so fucking hard I won't be able to sit right. I want you to shove something in my ass, and make it hurt master. I want it so deep inside of me! Please! Please!"
"Damn brat, you're going to be the death of me."