The cold metal of the handcuffs holding his hands tied behind his back cruelly bit his skin and the persistent contact of the stone floor against his knees was increasingly painful. Eren clenched his teeth and kept his head down, his gaze detailing the large stone slabs filling his narrow field of vision. The discomfort he felt kneeling and handcuffed in the middle of the courthouse distracted him. It was difficult for him to decipher the fragments of anxious and contemptuous conversations that reached his ears. Although the meaning of what he was hearing still eluded him, the subject was familiar : everyone was talking about him.

Suddenly, a thick silence fell on the assembly of soldiers who had come to attend the trial. The door creaked, and a deafening sound of boots echoed through the room. Eren looked up to see the General Zackley sitting in his seat at the top of the stage in front of him.

His ears were now ringing annoyingly, still preventing him from understanding what the general was saying. It was probably a bunch of crap anyway. He must not have missed much, but still, it was starting to get bothersome. Eren turned his head. The general had stopped talking to let a high-ranking officer from the special brigades speak. The latter was now yelling at a priest of the wall seated to his left. The sight of these two clowns properly making fools of themselves during a martial court hearing would normally have been enough to make Eren burst into a scornful laughter. This time, however, the subject of their heated conversation was enough to keep him serious. Indeed, if the soldier was suggesting to dissect the accused to extract information from him, the cleric seemed to favour a summary execution. Not seeming to find any consensus, the two jokers now seemed to put their differences aside in order to make common cause to question the humanity of Mikasa. This was definitely going too far.

Had Eren been frightened when he'd been pushed into the courtroom earlier, all trace of that emotion had now vanished, giving way to a powerful rage.

These assholes were not satisfied with his humiliation, they were also dragging his friends right into the drama. They had never seen a fucking titan in all their miserable lives, hiding like rats behind their ramparts and they thought they were getting not only his head, but also the ones of those protecting them? It was just unthinkable, impossible. It wouldn't happen.

"Shut up..." Eren's weak voice rose to cut short the hysterical debates that had now invaded the court. A mass of outraged looks instantly fell upon him.

"Why are you even afraid? You've never seen a titan," Eren said stronger this time, staring at the soldier who lashed out at Mikasa minutes ago. The high-ranking officer hissed, a look of pure hatred on his face.

I can still stop myself. I shouldn't insult them anymore. No... I'm going to tell them everything I think!

« You who are so powerful, why don't you fight? If you're too afraid to, at least help us. You cowards! »

Eren had screamed, and seeing the shocked faces of the bastards gathered to witness his killing, they had heard him just well. As powerful wave of protest rose from the heated crowd, Eren thought that it was too late to back off now. Anyway, he didn't fucking want to.

Those assholes were gonna let him finish. They were going to listen to every word coming out of his mouth and print the sad, hard truth into their amorphous brains. His peripheral vision distractedly recorded that guns had been pointed at him, but the information failed to move him.

He reopened his mouth ready to scream again, his eyes darting flashes of black anger at the white-hot crowd, but instead of the expected shout only a breath of air violently escaped his lungs.

Eren tried to figure out why he did not manage to speak, but the stabbing pain spreading violently in his abdomen made it impossible to think properly.

Another blow hit him in the ribs and he raised his head just in time to see a military boot crash hard against his cheek. The young soldier yelped painfully as his head fell heavily to the ground. This time the boot pressed on his skull with force, holding his head down on the ground. The metallic taste of blood filled Eren's mouth. What the hell was going on?

« Shut your filthy mouth, you disgusting dog. Shut your filthy mouth, you disgusting dog. You need to be tamed, not spoken to. And pain is the best tool for discipline. As to now, you breathe at my command only or I will beat the shit out of you. Understood? ».

A deafening silence followed the statement. Corporal Levi's loud voice had worked as a cold shower on the assembly. No one dared to speak anymore. As if to emphasize his words, the Corporal's foot pressed again on the beaten-up face on the ground.

Eren whined loudly. His ears were ringing and he was still stunned by the violence of the blows received. He had just been bashed by humanity's strongest soldier and it was said soldier's heel coiling his skull ever harder against the cold stone floor. His brain was still lagging, but he was beginning to understand.

However, there was still a fucking thing he didn't understand. From where on earth came this abnormal heat slowly starting to set his body on fire? And how could he even be so hot? Eren felt a furious blush creeping up his neck as he realized his position.

He was being humiliated, tied up and on his knees, in front of the whole damned army by no one but the man he had worshipped like a god for years already. All right, he probably should have kept quiet earlier, but being treated this way in front of a whole crowd was still unfair as hell! He tried to open his mouth to protest, but the heel of his Corporal pressing ever harder on his face prevented him from opening his jaw. Resigned, Eren simply looked up.

His gaze met the steely stare of his torturer and the expression of pure scorn he saw there killed any remaining will to protest. He immediately lowered his eyes, unable to support any longer the intensity boring holes into him as a pitiful moan crossed the barrier of his lips.

Eren heard aghast the sound he just released and his body temperature rose up another notch. A wave of burning shame washed over him. How could he have made such a shameful… submissive sound? Realizing that everyone probably just heard it made him feel even hotter. His cheeks were burning. His ribs were burning. And all that heat seemed to build up insidiously somewhere in the depths of his belly.

The pressure on his skull disappeared briefly, instantly replaced by an iron fist in his hair. A sharp thrust lifted his face up and his eyes locked again with the shadowy gaze fixed on him. He fidgeted, trying to escape, but the hand grasping tightly his hair prevented him from doing so.

He then felt a leg casually creep between his knees to end up brushing against his crotch. His eyes widened impossibly and electricity rushed up his spine. If only it could have short-circuited his brain and put an end to his miserable existence on the spot, Eren would have cheerfully embraced his fate. But apparently even this last favor would not be granted to him.

Having thought the heat he felt throughout his body was building up in his belly, Eren now realized how wrong he had been. It was actually between his thighs that the fire had gathered up and it was now impossible to doubt that a painful erection was throbbing between his legs. Moreover, seeing the flash of sadistic amusement illuminating his superior's features, it was also impossible for Eren to doubt that Corporal Levi had felt it too. Unable to avert his eyes and paralyzed by incomprehension, Eren felt so ashamed he could have died on the spot. He simply couldn't puzzle out what in the shitty situation he was in might have turned him on that much!

Admittedly he had already noticed that seeing Corporal Levi, even from afar, tended to make him restless. And they were especially close this time. From this distance, Eren couldn't help but smell the musky scent stemming from his idol. Realization this, an influx of saliva invaded the young soldier's mouth, immediately followed by an influx of blood rushing to his crotch. His own reaction made him shudder with disbelief, which did nothing to help. As a matter of fact, Eren's surprise motion only served to pull on the locks held in the iron grip still securing his head. The slight pain sent a heat wave directly to his erection, which brushed ostentatiously against Levi's ankle.

This can't be a fucking thing. It cannot be happening to me. Dammit, am I out of my fucking mind or what?

Eren saw a wicked grin appear on the lips of the man above him, and felt the grip tighten in his hair.

"I asked if you understood me, you fucking brat," Levi blurted.

"Y-yes," Eren stuttered in response, not even knowing what he agreed with ; the embarrassment caused by his arousal annihilating the rest of his brain capacity once and for all.

"Yes who? Say it out loud so that all our little friends here can hear you. »

"Yes, Corporal! »

Eren's pants tightened even more ; the humiliation feeling like alcohol fueling the fire in his groin. Levi leaned towards him, his leg now pointedly pressing against Eren's erection, bringing a pitiful whimper out of him. Eren felt the warm breath of his superior against his neck as he bent down to whisper in his ear. An unrestrained shudder of desire made the youngest's body vibrate at the sensation.

"Holy shit Jaeger, you're fucking disgusting. Getting a hard-on when you're kicked around like a bloody animal. Did you think I wouldn't notice? It actually turns you on being on your knees in front of me, doesn't it, kid?"

A shameless moan escaped Eren's lips at those crude words and a sardonic grin bloomed wickedly on the officer's lips.

The situation caught Eren up at once and he finally broke eye contact to look around. He was still at his trial and a good hundred people were looking at him uncomprehendingly. If lightning could have struck him on the spot, he would have thanked all the gods whose names he knew. Unfortunately the shock did not seem to come and the pressure against his throbbing cock sufficed to remind him that he was not stuck in the worst nightmare he could ever think of.


So, first chapter of quite a few! Hope you enjoyed, but the best it still to come.

By the way, this is a trad of my original story (initially written in French). So if you encounter any misspelling or grammar mistake, please feel free to tell me and I'll correct them right away.

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