A/N) I found out a few people thought this was over. It's not. I still have a lot of ideas people. I may not update frequently, but I will. This ain't over until i say it's over. Anyway, let's see this chapter has to do with an embarrassment kink. Kind of like being caught or found out is incredibly arousing to some, this is being aroused due to being embarrassed. This is vanilla compared to the previous chapters. I also touch on somethings a lot of newbies to the BDSM community don't know. I cannot stress aftercare enough. You have to take care of your toys or they are going to break! It applies to human toys too. So yeah, enjoy this chapter!

Also a question for all my readers (Which thanks for all the favs/follows/reviews. I love reading them and seeing the numbers go up) But should I focus heavily on just Eren or should I branch off into Armin's side story too. Or should it be a thing where Eren and Armin talk to each other about what goes on in their lives? Like if Erwin did "Politely ask Armin to get rowdy" do you want to read it, or would you prefer the little vixen to talk about it?

So, Eren went with Armin to the strip club. His bruises and marks were all hidden, and he bounced in his seat. He was waiting for The Captain to make his appearance. Eren already paid for a lap dance after his set. Private room, with all the touching he wanted.

When Rivaille took the stage, Eren almost lost his shit. The man was in a white button up, with a cravat around his neck. A pair of incredibly tight white pants, and brown buckles around his body. Including one that hugged his ass so beautifully, it might have been a gift from God. He also had on knee high brown boots that looked amazing on his feet and calves. The removal of the shirt got Eren's blood pumping. The Captain was ripped beyond imagination. He was nothing but muscles, and it was beautiful. Eren felt like a fanboy, a fanboy with one hell of a hard on. Watching the buckles follow the curves of The Captain's legs, and tumble down the floor, made Eren groan in his throat. The ass hugging belt was gone, but those pants were tight, and something about those brown knee high boots was fucking erotic. Watching the dark haired man strut around, swinging to music, removing clothes, and getting wet from sweat, was Eren's undoing. His desire, no, his need to be punished, was fulfilled in this moment. Especially, when grey eyes found him in the crowd, and the normally bored looking man, graced him with a smirk. A smirk that seemed devilish, as his hand trailed down his sculpted muscles, and began undoing his belt. Eren had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out, as just enough was shown. Perfectly trimmed dark colored curls, and the very base of a well endowed dick. Eren could have pulled his hair out. Pleasure was tingling through his whole body. It was like that whole dance was for him. That undulating body, and everything it did, was for his eyes. It drove him crazy. Getting riled up and being unfulfilled, was the worst kind of punishment, and Eren thrived from it. The lights went dark, and Rivaille was done. Thank God! Eren wasn't sure how much more he could have taken.

"Have a drink and calm your hormones, Eren." Armin told her friend, while handing him a drink.

"Is it that obvious?" Eren asked.

Armin only nodded. Blue eyes glued to the approaching man, Erwin.

"Armin, you are looking beautiful today." Erwin said, leaning against the counter "Mix me my usual, please."

Armin quickly got to work, and Erwin looked at Eren "Hope you aren't trying to steal my adorable bartender. You're here every shift she works."

Armin fumbled with a bottle when Erwin said she. Erwin knew Armin was born male, but referred to her as she. Erwin noticed the fumble, Armin never fumbled "Are you alright there, sweetheart?"

"She...you called me she."

"We'll look at you! You're obviously a girl."

"But...but," Armin was going to go into some long spiel about cis gender, transgender and everything in between. Most likely ending up by embarrassing herself. Luckily, Erwin interjected,

"But nothing Armin. You're a girl."

"Don't worry, Armin is just my best friend. And she's single." Eren gave a wink, and walked off to give them a moment. He sat at a table with his drink, and he closed his eyes. He was imagining what would happen when Rivaille came out. He felt a weight plop down on his lap, and his eyes flew open.

"Do I have the right little boy that paid for my time tonight?" Rivaille asked, grinding his ass onto Eren.

Eren nodded frantically, trying to control his breathing "I hope that's okay, sir."

Rivaille snickered "More than okay. Damn near perfect." He climbed off the boys lap, and grabbed his hand "Follow me. You paid for a room with exclusive touching. Don't want someone else getting jealous." He pulled Eren to the VIP room, and pushed him inside. He closed the door behind him "Get comfortable. What do you want?"

"N-nothing really. I didn't really think about it. "

"I can appreciate spontaneity." He watched Eren sit down, and immediately climbed onto his lap. He began grinding their bodies together, and Eren grabbed on to the sides of the plush couch, trying to hold back a moan. Rivaille smirked, and grabbed for Eren's wrist. He pushed the fabric back, and saw the tell tale mark of the handcuffs that had rubbed into his wrists. "The marks I left are all over your body. I don't think you need punishment. "

Eren shook his head wildly "No Captain. I always need punishment. I'm such a bad boy."

Rivaille stared at the boy with hard grey eyes. This brat was serious. He was a little vixen who was begging for it. The sound of his whining and begging was enough to get his tight pants fucking unbearable at this point. "Let's play around then. I want to make you ruin those expensive pants."

Eren blushed. That was incredibly humiliating. To have to walk outside, with a cold sticky mess in his pants, would be awful. He couldn't exactly ignore that the thought made him stupid hard in his pants.

"Oh, does the little submissive like that thought?" Rivaille asked, grinding his body into Eren's. "You're so hard because you're embarrassed. Fuck, you are bad for me." He ground mercilessly into Eren, grabbing the boy's hands, and placing them on his hips. He jut out his ass, and slid it against the hard lump in the boy's pants.

Eren began to pant heavily. The thrill, the rush, the impending embarrassment, was coursing through his veins. Pleasure sparked through his whole being. He shook his head, moans freely spilling from his mouth. Body covered in sweat. He couldn't help himself. He grabbed Rivaille harder by the hips, and manipulated his body, to grind just right against his. It eventually came to a boiling point, and Eren shoved his face into Rivaille's chest, and cried out as he came right into his underwear. He groaned as the wetness appeared on his pants, and his cheeks flushed in shame and arousal.

Rivaille climbed off his lap and chuckled "Filthy dog. You made a mess."

"S-sorry m-master."

"Sit tight. I'll be right back." Rivaille walked out of the room, and shut the door behind him.

That wasn't a problem. Eren couldn't move, even if he wanted to. His legs were jelly, and any movement would further spread the now cold, and sticky mess in his pants. He sighed heavily "What am I doing with my life?" He mused aloud.

Rivaille showed up, and knelt by Eren's feet. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Eren nodded "Embarrassed, satisfied, and dreading moving."

"Good. Here." He handed Eren a neatly folded bundle of clothes.

"What's this?"

"I'm a sadist Eren, not cruel. I wouldn't actually make you walk out in clothes you came in. That's fucking unsanitary. " he made a face "So go ahead and change. I'll even cover my eyes if you want."

Eren shook his head. He had no problems with modesty. He solicited a stripper for services. Modesty went out the window a long time ago. He immediately stood up, making a face when his essence began to run down his legs. He peeled his clothes off, and Rivaille handed him a wet rag

"Here. To clean up."

"You think of everything?" Eren asked.

"I'm like a fucking Boy Scout."

Eren took the rag, and cleaned up his thighs. He was really glad that Rivaille was so great at not only punishing him, but also at the after care. Most sadists completely ignored the most important part. To take care of the masochist they just beat the fuck out of. To make sure they came back to them self, and realize they were a person of worth. Too long without proper care, and a submissive might forget what love feels like. He pulled on the boxers and the pants Rivaille had given him. They fit like a glove.

"Wow! Thanks Rivaille." Eren said.

"Hey, you're all about discretion right?" Rivaille asked.

"Well yeah. In my position, discretion is important. Why?"

"Levi..."

"What?"

"My name is Levi."