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The cum stain on the skirt of his uniform didn’t erase with the first wash. Uncomfortable at noticing it, Levi washes the garment once more. It’s not that he needs that dress; Levi has a variety of identical uniforms he sews himself, as modest as he likes them, but this stain makes him uncomfortable. As an impertinent reminder, it does it.

It turns him on, above all.

He bites his lip at the basin; he shouldn’t think about these things outside the scene, that is, the shadow that crushed him last night. But how does he return to his ordinary life, where he’s a maid who serves and nothing else, after meeting that other world?

The one they will visit at the end of the week when they finally return to Divine Decadence.

Levi dips the dress into the basin and scrubs to remove the stain. He tries to focus on that, but his hands move on their own, busy washing while his mind, absent from the chore, travels.

Floats.

After coming, his master held him tenderly in the middle of the bed, both breathless. He paid such attention to massaging Levi’s buttocks, caressing them, making Levi sigh calmly and not anxiously; his hands had ceremonial patience, an absolute delicacy in every touch. 

Later, locked in his master’s bathroom, Levi saw his red ass—some fingers marked on the roundness of his buttocks made him gasp. He still feels it, the amazement at the discovery of beauty coupled with the burning sensation penetrating his skin.

Levi returned to bed; his master hugged him again, lifted his skirt, and continued rubbing his burning buttocks. A fire went through his spine from his feet after closing his eyes.

He felt so sensitive. So vulnerable to everything that brushed against him, the fabric of the dress, the thick air, his master’s breath with which he wanted to fill himself.

Fill, indeed.

The feeling that overwhelmed him was so peculiar. It was like being naked in front of a crowd, with nothing at hand with which to cover himself.

His master looked at him then. As sensitivity made Levi’s skin thinner and thinner, the blue eyes pierced every pore. He did nothing but stare into Levi’s eyes with latent satisfaction in the curve painted on his lips. Until he held Levi’s wrists above his head, opened his legs with his knees, and jerked him off. Just like that, out of nowhere.

He responded to what Levi unknowingly needed so badly.

More attention.

However, master Erwin didn’t make it as Levi does in solitude, fast, rough. It wasn’t mere release; he took his time. Sweaty brow, his mouth panting as his hand moved frantically against Levi’s flesh, his master brought him to the edge at least three times. When Levi felt he was going to explode, when his throat screamed master hoarsely, the hand stopped. Levi, though frustrated to the core, could take it the first two times.

The third time, unable to believe it, he burst into tears. 

“Please,” Levi said, crying. “Please, let me—”

His master kissed his heated forehead. 

“Hold on a little longer,” he said, barely holding his cock, just rubbing it with his open palm, wet from Levi’s precum, sweat, and spit. 

Levi’s hips quivered, so did his belly, and so did his legs.

He needed it so much that—

Thick tears fell down each side of his face as his toes curled and his legs tried to kick on either side of his master’s hips. Levi attempted to calm himself; it was worthless. The quivering subsisted; his hips moved on their own, desperate for a touch that Levi’s null experience little allowed him to comprehend at the moment.

What did he want? That was the only thing he could think of, to find that answer, to find it in the deep pits of his being. That unexplored place until that night, when curiosity arose with overwhelming power, ready to destroy everything in its path. 

It was too much, all of it. Needing something so much, but not understanding why.

What per se.

“What is it, dear?” his master asked.

Levi opened his eyes and found shadows even within his pupils.

“I want—”

“What do you want?”

What did he want? What does he want now as he cleans the cum stain? What has he been wanting for so long, sunk in a well with no access to the outside?

“I want to come, master Erwin,” he uttered, his hips thrusting against the air.

“How badly do you want it?”

“A-a lot.”

“Very much?”

“Yes.”

“Soon, I promise.” The eyes darkened a little more. The shadow could cover his master, too. “But on one condition.”

“Which one?”

“I want you to scream out how much you want it; in lavish detail. You must tell me all that goes through your mind as I touch you.”

Levi blushed, or so he felt over his cheeks, that a sinful blush covered him, even beyond his face. He couldn’t do such a thing, not with the shame that always filled him regarding himself.

But here he is, remembering and not imagining everything he said, every word, every damn word he uttered between whimpers that didn’t respond to suffering but the most painful despair. Come. Nothing else Levi wanted. Nothing else Levi needed to keep floating in the darkest void. 

It wasn’t a simple thing to bear, though. Asking someone for something when you only know how to give is a challenge.

Always.

“Jerk me off!” he asked at last, breathless.

“Say it dirtier, dear.”

“M-make me come!”

“You want me to make you come? Like when?”

“Like when I came in your mouth! Please—”

“Be clearer, nanny. I don’t think I understand you.”

One hand tightened its grip on his wrists; the other slowed the back-and-forth motion on his flesh.

“I wanna fucking c-come!” Levi cried, feeling the heat on his cheeks and blood circulating like boiling water inside his veins. His hips unhinged, moving frantically, dragging the entirety of his quivering body.

Like a bolt of lightning, pleasure violently pierced his body as it generated a severe shiver that ran through him, every millimeter, every corner of him. The stain appeared soon after. 

Before going to sleep, his master changed Levi’s clothes and took all the time in the world.

Attentive as a maid. 

By waking up, Levi was alone in his master’s bed wearing his master’s shirt; only shame overcame him as he remembered all that had happened. Just to wonder what would change between them from that moment on frightened him. He didn’t want his master—

He doesn’t want—

“Nanny, you woke up.” Master Erwin appeared dressed as he had the night before, sitting in the space between Levi’s body and the edge of the bed, just to his right. “Good morning.”

A caress on his cheek informed Levi about what would happen.

They would continue.

Realizing they would, Levi rushed to get up, nervous, but his master, with a simple gesture of his right hand, asked him not to do it. 

That alone was enough for him; immersed in the blue that gave no break from staring at him, Levi lay down again like when he woke up, well cushioned by the blankets that covered his master’s bed.

“Why so rushed?”

“I wanted to shower and prepare breakfast.”

“Come on, Levi—it’s barely dawn, and I’m not working today. Just have to review some files to get them ready to sign on Monday, so we have a little time before we start the day. We can have breakfast in a little while. Also, I would like to talk to you.”

Craving both his master’s hands on his body and also to fill the curiosity his words evoked, Levi could only nod, immovable on the pillow and hidden under the sheets. No, though, he told himself.

He needed to clean himself to feel comfortable.

“I will prepare breakfast and bring it to bed, master. Before we talk, I would like to clean myself. I will feel more comfortable that way.”

A caress on his right cheek with the back of an index finger accompanied by a smile preceded the only condition his master imposed:

“Put my shirt back on, please.”

Levi nodded and left.

A little over half an hour later, Levi sat on the edge of the bed wearing his shirt. His master had cleaned himself up, too, and now wore a fresh pair of pants and robe over his body. Thanks to the dawn manifesting behind the windows, the room lit little by little.

His master’s chest looked so kissable in front of his eyes.

After having tea together, master Erwin set the tray on his nightstand and cleared his throat before beginning.

“First, I want to make sure you wish to continue what we started last night.”

The official confirmation of everything he longed for, of everything he needed to expand.

Levi nodded.

“I want to.”

“Good. Then I would like to establish a routine if that’s okay with you.”

Confused, Levi tilted his head to the right.

“R-routine?” he whispered.

“Indeed. It’s essential to understand each other to enjoy the experience properly.” His master took his left hand with astonishing gentleness; he held it between his own as if Levi were a jewel, a treasure. “A dom and a sub can choose which dynamic best suits their needs; considering that we are just starting out and still have a lot to learn, I would like to be cautious. I have already told you about the concept of a scene in our community, right?” Levi nodded again, remembering loose comments about that concept, a bubble in which it’s safe to play, the right place to enjoy your sex life. His master smiled at him, looking at his hand and stroking it with warm fingers. “A scene is a safe, consensual situation in which you and I will decide to enter the roles that our dynamic allows, but that doesn’t mean that I will be your dom 24 hours or vice versa. There are people like that, but I’m not one of them—I prefer to enter that role after the start of each scene. It’s nice to get out of there, too.” An enigmatic gesture took over his master’s countenance. Levi still couldn’t identify it to decipher what kind of connection it had with the idea of getting out. “To do this, it’s crucial that we feel ready to face it, which means you can reject me for whatever reason—you don’t owe me explanations.”

Levi nodded. Considering the extremism of some practices and how something as violent as whipping someone was erotic for the community, Levi found it curious to realize the number of rules with which they make sure nothing happens inappropriately.

Necessary precautions in pursuit of respect and pleasure, probably.

He liked the idea.

“And how should I refuse, master? Is there any prudent way to do it?“

Still looking at his hand, his master described an agreement in the community regarding the use of colors, like any traffic light in downtown Liberio. Green means continue; yellow means wait a moment; red means stop. Also, hand signals in case the submissive cannot speak.

“There’s not much agreement about it; it’s up to each individual.” His master showed him his hands, one closed and one open. “If I ask you if you are okay and your answer is closing your fists, I will understand that you want to continue. In case you want to stop, you can open your palms wide with your fingers spread apart. Is that okay with you?” Levi nodded at every word. “Of course, if you were to ask for me, I would use the same code for accepting or refusing to enter a scene. Although I don’t think I could ever reject you, even if I needed to. You are too sacred to me, nanny.”

Sacred—it was just how his master had held his hands. It was what the mere touch had expressed.

However, Levi knew he had to interrupt the moment and resume his chores. With that in mind, he stood up. As he did so, he heard his master laugh.

“It’s about time, isn’t it?“

“That’s right, master.”

“Very well.” Master Erwin hugged him, kissed his forehead for long seconds, and headed for his dressing room.

An hour later, after his master locked himself in his office to make some progress with his work, Levi started with his chores, and their routine started again.

And there he is, at dusk, washing his dress for the second time.

Thinking of everything he shouldn’t consider right now.

Master Erwin didn’t touch himself even once. He didn’t even try to look for satisfaction in Levi’s body. Is that a bad thing? Should he have told him he could have sex with him if he wanted to?

Did Levi want his master to fuck him?

What does he—?

Leaning his buttocks against his heels to be more comfortable in front of the basin on the floor, Levi hisses. The burning sensation is noticeable.

Indeed, he wanted to have sex with his master.

He still wants it. Right now, as soon as possible.

Stop serving. Let Erwin Smith’s expert hands hold his body on a bed, all to do the same as the night before.

Float.

Levi looks for the stain after scrubbing it for several minutes; it’s gone. The skirt is clean.

After hanging up his dress, it’s clear he can no longer continue with his chores. Not like this.

Burning.

The heat squeezing him, choking him, whipping him, and spanking him just as his master did the night before.

On his way to his room, Levi passes through the door to the office, now open. Over the desk, his master has reports Levi recognizes as those about the cadets he trains, but a book whose spine says nothing is covering them.

They look at each other, one from the doorway and the other from the desk. Master Erwin is quick to laugh.

“I should work, not read. Are you going to tell me off, nanny?”

The heat embracing him moves down from his face toward his chest.

“You always had a restless mind, master. Years of reprimanding you have had no effect.”

Another mischievous smile on his master’s lips shines like the sun.

“Do you want to know what I’m reading?”

Levi nods, not without some embarrassment; sometimes, when the spine has nothing printed on it, it means the book his master is reading was a forbidden one. Other times, maybe they say something, but they do it under a false name.

Just like his father, master Erwin reads plenty of forbidden books.

When Levi pretends to sit on the other side of the desk, his master pats his knee as he smiles at him.

“Come here, please.”

Levi does so, his cheeks burning. After sitting on the knee, he quivers by perceiving his master’s hot breath against his neck. It’s enough for him to read just one sentence to understand the book is pornographic.

The queen was hungry; all her king could do was obey every impulsive demand of her unbridled intimate desires.

Holding back his release to make her enjoy was his mission. Fuck her, let her fuck him, fuck both, fuck in all positions and all forms until their reason left the room, the castle, the realm, the existence. 

Fuck like beasts in heat, as if the world would end tomorrow.

His master holds his waist with firm hands.

“Nanny,” he says, digging his fingers into his flesh. “Are you okay?”

Spank me, Levi thinks, squinting his eyes because of a shiver that runs through him like threads of fire.

“Yes, master.” Levi ducks his head, always obliging but too hot. Even his clothes suffocate him; he cannot stand the uniform.

He can stand nothing.

“You are very flushed.” After saying it, something that triggers another shiver up and down Levi’s spine, his master closes the book but not before leaving a bookmark between the two pages he was reading. Since he’s at home today, he’s not wearing his uniform; master Erwin is wearing his casual clothes, ones he hardly ever wears. Pants, sweater, and shirt.

“Are you sure you are feeling okay?”

Sincerity—an inherent attribute. All maids must be sincere. 

A submissive, too.

“If I tell you what’s wrong with me, you will get mad at me.”

His master’s brow furrows.

“Try me, nanny. Nothing you say or do will bother me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” Levi squeezes the skirt of his uniform tightly as his master’s hands lightly run down the shape of his body. “Tell me, please—what is the problem?“

“The memories of last night are embarrassing me. I-I can’t stop thinking about it, and it’s distracting me from my chores.”

His master, smiling slightly, leans his back against his chair. Levi doesn’t follow him.

If he does, then—

“I see. Does that bother you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I have to serve you, sir. I have to finish cleaning the house.”

“Not if we start a scene right now.” Holding Levi against his chest after pulling him back, master Erwin holds his jaw and turns it towards him. “What do you say?”

His master’s smile is lascivious; inside the blue eyes, the shadows don’t just appear or grow; they come out. Like tears, they release themselves from the eyes and advance slowly, insistently toward Levi. 

He squeezes his knees, one against the other, holding on.

“P-please.”

“All right. What can I do for you, dear?”

“I’m—horny, master.”

“Are you hard?” The heat on his cheeks arises again. Levi nods, trying to focus on being able to breathe as he does so. “I see…” His master releases his jaw and slides his face to the back of his neck. Levi shivers, sensing the other breath on his skin. It’s too much. Too much. It’s too little compared to what—“Color? Tell me how you feel.”

Levi clenches his teeth.

“Green. I-I need—” The words stop him; he doesn’t know how to say them. There’s no way to know what to say when you don’t have a vocabulary suited for such descriptions. All that would be necessary to describe this desperate need devouring him from the inside. “Master, I don’t know what I need, but I need it right now,” he states with a trembling voice, as flushed as his boiling face. “Please—”

“Can I choose for you?” Levi nods. His master, always from behind, leans his mouth against his right ear. “Do you need me to tell you, or do you trust me? I won’t do anything extreme, not yet.”

But what if he wants his master to do something extreme? His tortured nipples, his skin red from a whip, his body full of marks after hanging from the ceiling for hours, his—?

“I trust you, master. Please, just—”

His mouth nibbles on his earlobe; Levi gasps as his legs, tired of squeezing, pull away from each other.

His master holds his hips roughly and places him no longer on his thigh but on his groin. That hardness he feels against his buttocks is—

“Can you feel me?”

Everything falls silent, everything except his master’s breathing, quiet, though indeed noisy. Levi nods again.

His master rocks his hips against him, both rubbing slowly.

“Do you like to feel me?”

Levi opens his mouth; he needs more air. A force rises along with the heat, fills him with energies he doesn’t know, those that push him, that make him know a thousand things in a second, but that don’t allow him to discern them.

Impossible to do so with such intensity around.

“I like it, mast—” His master’s hips thrust hard against him, so hard that they both end up getting up from the chair. A thud lets him know the chair fell behind them both. “Oh!”

His master gasps all over his ear.

“Put your hands on the desk. Don’t move them.” Levi obeys, his breathing a mess with very little. “Now feel me.”

And he does. Levi feels his master’s rock-hard bulge rubbing up and down between his buttocks.

It’s so dirty. To have master Erwin rubbing against him like that, like one dog against another in full heat, is too much. That’s how it feels on Levi’s skin, like something frantic, rough, and totally—

“Ah!” Levi groans. He swears to hear something inside his head, like a click. More energy overflows, invading his limbs until Levi ends up pressing his nails against the desk and his eyelids together, all with immoderate force. Between his buttocks, the heat generated by the friction only brings dissatisfaction, resulting in more and more heat and more and more energy, too.

It’s—

“What do you think of anal sex, Levi? Would you like me to come inside you?” his master asks as his hips speed up, rocking more emphatically between his buttocks.

“Yes!” his voice responds instead.

Levi’s mind cannot.

“Would you like me to use toys inside you?”

“Yes!”

“And my fingers?”

“Yes!”

“Would you like me to use my tongue?”

A hard thrust against his ass doesn’t allow him to respond. Levi lays his torso on the desk and feels as his master lifts his legs without stopping rocking, which makes his feet lose contact with the floor.

Levi takes a deep breath, feeling his hair damp from the sweat that already coats it.

“Y-your tongue?”

Master Erwin’s bulge stops, staying very close to his half-open buttocks, where he feels his panties squeezing his hole.

“My tongue. I would adore eating your ass, Levi. I have wanted to eat it for so long, for many reasons; you have no idea. Will you let me try?“ Forcefully, his bulge thrusts again; Levi’s panties squeeze over his hole. “Or are you embarrassed by the mere idea?”

I’m embarrassed is the first thing his mind whispers, indeed. He should clean himself very well, which is not a problem, as it’s something he always does, to be spotless no matter what.

His voice, however, driven by the same force that fills his limbs, expresses something else:

“Eat my ass! Please!”

The bulge stops moving; his master gasps at his right ear.

“Go to your room and jerk off on the bed,” master Erwin demands. Levi quivers from head to toe, unable to reach the floor with his feet. “Be as loud as you can while I spy on you.”

His master watching him as he pleasures himself? Levi doesn’t realize he’s nodding until he sees himself in front of the blue eyes, his feet at last on the floor and the desk behind them both, and the most glistening smile on his master’s lips.

What is this extra energy?

He walks towards his room with trembling legs, anticipating the pleasure he needs to free himself from all these memories, live in peace with them to continue with his chores, and be able to focus on something else, not lust. Behind him, footsteps as heavy as steel follow him, one after the other, keeping a prudent distance from him but always on the lookout. 

By passing through the hallway window, Levi sees through the glass. Outside, dusk takes its time to advance.

He should serve, not vice versa.

But—

Levi enters his room, austere and tiny, leaves the door ajar, and lies down on his small bed to the right of a small window. He takes off his shoes with nervousness numbing his toes, and free of them, lies down.

He looks toward the door only once; in the darkness, blue eyes that radiate shadows stare at him without blinking.

Levi closes his eyes, lifts his skirt, pulls his panties down to his knees, and lets his hands get busy jerking off. His throat complies with master Erwin’s request to the letter by releasing the most shameless moans despite how red his cheeks are, repeating only one name between one and the other.

“Master Erwin!”

The fire rises millimeter by millimeter up his legs, accompanied by the blood traveling obsessively towards a single spot. In his mind—atrophied by the heat—rushed memories and the most confusing fantasies intermingle.

“I want you to eat my ass and stick it in me!” he screams. “I want your cock inside me!” What is he saying?! Levi whimpers as he feels the shame rise alongside the fire, the blood, the most unbearable pleasure, the energy of an unknown source; the mixture ignites something inside him and awakens a particular instinct. It was already there, Levi finds out; from the first day. “I want your cock, master Erwin! Your cock in my hands and my mouth and my—!”

He comes and floats as he does so, the tips of his toes stretching inside his stockings as sweat drips from his forehead and his tongue tries to escape from his mouth. When he opens his eyes, a gasping mouth accompanies the eyes that blink slowly in the darkness behind the half-open door.

“You are so good to me, nanny,” master Erwin says, breathless, without coming out of the shadows. “When the time comes, I will fuck you so hard you will never want me to leave your body anymore.”

Without further ado, the eyes disappear, the breath choking down the hallway together with his master’s slow, lazy footsteps.

Jerking off is not enough. Not anymore.

Never again.

*

Not much else happens, not for the rest of the week. Although master Erwin, or so it seems to Levi, teases him. He looks at him, brushes past him, and grabs one of his legs out of thin air. He tantalizes him.

Only to leave later.

Levi has thought more times than he dares to admit about sitting on his master’s lap after dinner, right on his thighs, and kissing him on the lips. He has pictured himself kissing his master, holding him by the neck, keeping him glued to him.

All while his master spanks him.

With both hands, one dedicated to each buttock. Blow, blow, blow.

Again.

And again.

A thousand times.

Nothing Levi wants more than to ask for more, kiss the lips, and touch the body.

He wants to ask his master, using his body and not mere words, to serve him again.

However, it’s true—Levi knows how to serve but not how to order.

He doesn’t quite understand what he wants, either.

So he does nothing. Until Friday morning, only rubbing and glances repeat themselves countless times.

But something changes.

Levi finishes serving breakfast; Friday is just starting. To his left, at the head of the table, his master fills a toast with homemade lemon jam, the kind Levi has made for him since he was a child.

He still gets his fingers dirty when smearing; he never learns.

“Are you laughing at me, nanny?”

Levi watches him—his master smiles at him as he chews. Fortunately, he has learned to close his mouth while doing so.

“I was just observing how you still don’t know how to spread your toast, master. You always smear your fingers when you do it.”

Erwin looks down at his fingers and lets out a hearty laugh that warms not Levi’s body, but a little deeper inside.

Smiling in response is a must.

“There are things even you couldn’t instill in me properly, nanny. That and decency regarding sex.”

Levi abandons his smile as the blush creeps up his skin to warm his cheeks. How pathetic it is at 35. 

“I did my best to make you a decent man, master,” he replies, embarrassed and amused.

“You did, but I ended up being curious and pervert.”

The blue eyes don’t move away from him. Obsessed, they remain locked on Levi, his face—increasingly warmed by his blush—and his narrowed eyes.

“Nanny, you will come with me to the club today as we agreed, won’t you?“ As he finishes his toast, and after sucking three of his fingers, his master finally stops looking at Levi. He peels an apple and focuses all his attention on it.

“Yes, master.”

“Great. I hope I’m not being nosy, but I want to ask you something. Of course, if you disagree, I will understand.”

Curious, Levi nods as he finishes his tea.

“Tell me, please.”

The apple peel falls slowly onto the plate. Master Erwin keeps making the mistake of cutting too much pulp when peeling.

He’s still childish about certain things.

The same as Levi, or so it seems.

His master bites into the apple. Juice drips down one corner of his lips, which he wipes with his napkin as he leaves the apple on the plate. 

“Last night, I mentioned some things to you regarding your hole. Do you want us to play with it today? I want to bring everything I need to the club to do it in case you like the idea.”

Levi squeezes his legs. It has become the worst and the best of habits. He cannot stop this reaction, squeezing his legs as the most urgent reflex.

His hole. Anal sex. Fingers, toys.

A tongue.

One hot tongue between his legs, stimulating the most sensitive area of his body, the one he never touches, remaining unreachable for his fingers because of how unbearable the emptiness becomes every time he tries.

“Please. I-I will clean my body very well.”

His master nods as he sucks on the apple he has just greedily bitten into with narrowed eyes. The sight of him awakens a different shiver in Levi’s lower back, forcing him to swallow a sigh.

“Do whatever you need to do to feel comfortable, please. You must relax.”

Levi nods while still squeezing his legs, one against the other, and his buttocks against the hardness of the chair.

His master doesn’t speak again until he leaves the apple pit on the plate. He could have bitten into it a little more; master Erwin is so childish despite being so manly, massive, and mature. He is. 

An indecipherable hint covers his eyes, although Levi doesn’t get to study it enough; after kissing his forehead and saying he will be back after six o’clock, master Erwin leaves.

*

The club looks as it did the week before, so infrequently beautiful, with the same infrequency of everything on stage. As soon as they arrive, before moving down the hallway leading to the show, master Erwin stops walking.

“That’s Uri Reiss, the owner,” he says, surprised. If Levi recalls correctly, it’s the first time he sees him. “I know because he brings his submissive with him.”

Uri Reiss is a man in his fifties, or so it seems to Levi. His body is small, as small as his, and his grey hair reaches his shoulders. On a leash, he brings a tall, very tall man who rings a bell to Levi from somewhere. He swears he has seen him on the streets, living the worst life along with many others during the country’s economic crisis. 

“I heard Uri hired Kenny as a bodyguard after taking him out the streets, and that’s how they began their relationship. In their daily life, Kenny is Uri’s protector; I guess being the heir to a substantial fortune is difficult. However, their bond within the scene has a different dynamic, as you might guess,” master Erwin says.

A man lost in the streets with an opportunity in his hands. A lone wolf, living a relationship filled with consent, both enjoying their dynamic and sexuality together. 

Both equals.

Levi smiles as he watches them move through the hallway, Uri tugging at the leash.

That detail gives Levi goosebumps.

“What does the collar mean?” he asks, advancing alongside his master down the same hallway.

Holding him by the shoulders, master Erwin explains in whispers:

“The collar means that the one who wears it is the submissive of the one who holds the leash.” Levi swallows as he feels his master’s breath on his left cheek. “It’s a way of showing the status of a relationship; within the scene, Kenny belongs to Uri, and no one should ever approach.”

A possession game, Levi concludes.

Blushing, he understands he likes the idea of playing that.

Why?

Once they are in front of the stage, Hans welcomes those present. The club is full of people, perhaps even more than the previous week.

“If you want to have fun after the show, remember you can visit the upper floors!”

His master’s hand tightens on his shoulder; before the stage, it holds him just like last time, in front of the same table. Levi wears the most impeccable of his self-made uniforms, with no headpiece or apron. His master, a black suit with a tie, his military bearing present even in casual clothes. Under the chair, he has left his bag.

After the question he asked him in the morning, Levi kept wondering if that bag—

“Do you want to go to the upper floors after the show, dear? The dynamics are the same, but some slightly more explicit things happen.”

The heat answers for Levi.

Curiosity does.

“Yes, master. Take me, please.”

What is this fever that mechanizes all his answers? What is this fire that never stops surrounding him? As intense as the memories, the eyes glowing in the darkness, and his hand rubbing around his flesh. Levi has felt like this all week, floating.

Even outside of a scene, reaching the floor is impossible.

From that click in the middle of his head, so quiet that even he’s not sure he heard it.

Something changed inside of him.

“I will take you there.” Master Erwin’s hand squeezes. “I feel you suffocating. What are you thinking about?”

Levi turns to his master. He looks at him without knowing how he does it, with what implications; he feels a screw is loose inside his head.

He can no longer hide anything from him, no matter how hard he tries.

His master frowns. He studies him, one hand holding his chin and the other firm on his shoulder. 

“Nanny, you are insatiable.”

Levi looks down; the hand tightens around his jaw in a way that only makes his buttocks burn beneath him.

“You don’t have to feel sorry for being insatiable; regarding exploring the limits of our pleasure, being insatiable is a virtue.” The hand squeezes a little tighter, gripping his chin. Levi nods; they are doing nothing, but he’s still floating. 

“I’m just surprised, master. I mean, huh—” Is it wise to be honest? It always is, he reminds himself, as his legs squeeze against each other like every damn time. “I didn’t know something like this could happen to me. I never looked for it.”

Master Erwin smiles. He looks satisfied.

Somewhat thoughtful, too.

“Waking up as desiring creatures is like being born again,” he says as he turns the squeeze into a gentle caress. “You had a hidden passion inside you, one that not everyone has but is worth finding when it exists; you just needed someone to invite you to explore it. That’s why you are insatiable now; you can no longer repress curiosity, perhaps the most beautiful thing a human being can feel. It will be a pleasure to accompany you in your discovery, Levi; if you allow me to do so, I will love keeping you company.”

Shivers travel through every part of his body, outside and inside. Levi feels that something is choking him, that the air is no longer what he needs to breathe.

“Thank you, master,” he whispers with emotion, one that surprises him to hear so palpable in his voice.

“Just let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

Have sex with him, taking him over this table, taking him to the depths of his core.

Eat him alive.

Levi’s cheeks burn. He cannot stand anything anymore.

He doesn’t want to be here.

He wants to be—

“I’m overwhelmed, master Erwin.”

“Why?”

“I can’t stop thinking about the things we did.”

“And you feel rejection when you remember?”

Levi shakes his head.

“On the contrary. I—” He tries to look down again.

The hand, implacable, stops him.

“Look me in the eye, nanny.”

Levi obeys; the shiver that splits his back into two demands that he do so. 

He watches. The shadows are there, inside the pupils.

Or the shadows are their extension. 

“When we are in the club or a scene at home, you must always look me in the eye.”

“What if I can’t?”

His master’s eyelids squint.

“I will have to punish you.”

Levi bites his lip. His whole body trembles like a leaf in the wind.

His master’s thumb squeezes right where Levi has just bitten. He rubs his skin without taking his eyes off him. 

“No lip biting. Come here.”

His master kisses him. The music plays, as festive as ever, and on stage, Reiner moans—at what point did he appear on stage? At what point did Bertholt torture his nipples?—and his sounds are music, too. But Levi cannot see or feel outside the kiss, let alone when one hand runs up his leg, just below his skirt, while the other grips his shoulder.

“You are so horny, nanny,” the mouth says before taking his once more.

“It’s—” Levi doesn’t continue, not when the mouth kisses him so, so well. “I can’t control it.”

And he doesn’t lie.

Fuck, he’s not lying.

“I’m horny too; I won’t lie to you.”

Levi presses his body against his master. Timidly, he does so. His master embraces him possessively.

Neither of them wants to be here.

“You want us to go upstairs? We will touch each other more freely there.”

Levi opens his eyes. Reiner is almost naked, only wearing leather panties and a lace bra, both dark. Bertholt pulled down his bra, maybe even ripped it in doing so, and is holding his left nipple with two fingers of his right hand.

He loves it, but no, he prefers this mouth that doesn’t take long to kiss him again, to devour him just like Levi—

“Erwin, go upstairs already. You are stealing Reiner’s attention.”

Both Levi and master Erwin look up. Wearing a dress similar to the previous week, albeit pink, Farlan stands between the stage and them. With a smile, he just watches Levi. He does so excessively.

His master hugs Levi and holds him against his chest. In response, Farlan laughs.

“You are quite possessive of your nanny. I would love for them to let me watch some time; I promise not to touch them.”

“Levi is still learning.” His master’s voice is as relentless as the hand squeezing Levi’s shoulder. “Don’t overwhelm him and don’t scare him, either.”

“Am I scaring you, nanny?”

Farlan is particular. Maybe it’s the light blue eyes or the mischievousness of the smile, but Levi looks at him, and no, he’s not afraid.

He shakes his head, convinced. Farlan’s response is a nod.

“If you want to look at something specific, let me know, and I will be there. Same for you, Erwin.” 

Farlan leaves after a long, tense look focused on his master. 

“Farlan taught me several things at the club,” his master says. He does so quietly; he’s secretive. “It was a very educational experience. He’s an excellent sub.” Levi blinks at full speed. “I told him a lot about you, how much I wanted to learn so I could do all this with you.”

As he blinks and blinks, Levi understands that what he hears moves him. That his master assures him the initiative to learn came from the idea of sharing all this with him—

“Does it bother you?”

Levi looks at his master, bumping into his eyes immediately. The childlike sparkle is the one in the pictures above the fireplace; it’s his master at ten years old saying he didn’t do his homework.

He’s embarrassed.

“Why should I bother, master? Is there something wrong with it?”

“Maybe you are jealous or something. I don’t like those things, jealousy, and insincerity.” A hand caresses the right side of his waist; Levi feels it so immense on his skin, so warm despite not directly touching him. “I had other partners, of course, but—”

“I see no reason to be upset about that, master.” Levi is not lying. “But I appreciate your sincerity.”

The sweet smile on his master’s lips doesn’t last long; the desire returns when the eyes darken.

“Let’s go upstairs.” Without further ado, his master stands up and pulls his left hand. Levi looks back once the stage is away from them; Reiner continues to moan as Bertholt tortures his nipples and speaks to him in whispers.

Will it feel good? Will the pain give pleasure through his nipples as well?

They go up through a spiral staircase illuminated by golden lamps embedded in the walls; the environment gets blurred, like the most obscene of dreams. Then master Erwin slows down. To the right are the stairs that will allow them to return; to the left are the stairs that lead to the next floor.

“You must choose, dear.” His master looks at the door, the only one before them. “There are two options, though one splits into two. The first option is to enter this door, inside of which there’s another bar and tables and couples performing more extreme practices.” He releases Levi’s hand and clasps his shoulders. From his right shoulder hangs his mysterious black leather bag. “So that no one feels uncomfortable, everyone who enters here accepts, in principle, that they will watch and let others watch, whatever they do. Those on the right side looking from the door accept other people join them; those on the left accept others watch. We can sit in the middle, too, and accept the same as the ones on the left without taking a leading role.”

The air leaves Levi. It’s too much. All of it. The idea of watching, of knowing, of learning.

The idea—

“I don’t want to be with someone else, master.”

He smiles.

“Me neither.” Master Erwin kisses his left hand for more than a few seconds. He takes his time, pressing his lips against his skin, squeezing it as he holds his hand. “If you want to go there, you will accept eyes on you; even if you are not on your left side, they might look at you. How do you feel about that?”

The question loosens his legs for a significant moment. The answer is simple.

“I could try,” Levi says.

“I would love to try that too; foreign gazes are a fetish that’s very hard to explain, Levi, but it has a special charm.” Another kiss on his hand, and his master looks toward the stairs leading up to the second floor. “Upstairs are private rooms; no one who goes there agrees others watch or bother them; with what I have in my bag in the right place—perfect for this kind of practice, safe, clean, and trustworthy—we can do anything you want.”

Levi swallows as his throat feels dry.

The bag—

“Anything?”

His master nods, and Levi’s legs, in response, loosen a little more.

“Everything.” Just one word is enough for Levi to feel the surroundings get more blurred. “I still need to set up my room—I will soon—so there’s no better place to try more complex practices than here.”

Levi looks toward the stairs, then toward the door. Does he want strangers to watch him? Maybe he’s not ready. 

Does he want to be alone with his master? Of course, right now.

But Levi needs to know more about this world inside the shadow first.

He needs to know what else he can enjoy next to this man made of shadows.

Without further ado, Levi takes a step toward the door. His master clings to his shoulders, nodding as he glances sideways at him, and they both move forward.

The room is vast. It looks like a hospital ward, although it doesn’t look as sterile as one. The lights and the decoration don’t allow it; the gasps coming from the corners, above all.

Nothing is sterile in this room.

Dark floral patterns on a gray background cover the walls. Red and gold lights fall on them, saturating his eyes even more than the stage and everything around it. Levi notices there are a few people, only about 20 people spread between the walls, the bar in the background, and the small tables with sofas and high stools in the middle.

“Most people come here after the show,” master Erwin says, pointing at every spot. He leads him to a free divan next to a small table in the very heart of the room; all corners, left and right, are visible from there. Master Erwin sits down and holds his hand. Levi remains standing next to him. “Sit on my legs, nanny.”

The request is enough to seduce him. Only as he does so does Levi see what is in front of him, his eyes immediately deranged at what they behold in the front row, right under his nose.

They are two men, probably in their fifties. Both are thick; one is bald, and the other has a beard and short hair.

“Mr. Magath and Mr. Shadis used to be my instructors in the military; I’m filling in for Mr. Shadis now. I mean, the bald man.”

Mr. Shadis—bound with thick ropes, his entire body except his ass covered in shiny leather, lies on a table face down. Behind him is Mr. Magath, also dressed in leather. He’s fucking Mr. Shadis with a dildo while pressing him against the table. He sinks the dildo between his buttocks.

Mr. Shadis shouts he’s useless; Mr. Magath agrees with him, repeats it back to him, and makes it worse by telling him he’s a failure, a bastard, a—

Levi sinks his face into his master’s shoulder, which squeezes him wonderfully.

“What don’t you like about what you see?” he asks.

“I don’t like how he treats him; I don’t get why he says those things to him. It’s too aggressive, master. Also, he’s very rough with the toy. I don’t know if I enjoy seeing them.”

“Good to know; you don’t like degradation.”

“I—I don’t think so.”

A kiss on his cheek unsettles Levi. It’s the most tender thing his master has done since touch became necessary between them. 

“When you don’t like something, you look away; as simple as that. This divan serves that purpose.” His master points to the right of where they are sitting, facing the wall full of people who allow strangers to join.

They are a young man with a shaved head and a red-haired girl. He’s on his knees, wearing only black panties similar to Reiner’s, with shackles on his wrists, while she’s holding him by the jaw with her left hand. With her right, she forces him to lick a raw potato.

What—

“No.” Levi turns as far as possible so as not to see it.

His master laughs as he hugs him.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it.”

“It’s disgusting.” He knows his heated tone is not suitable for speaking to master Erwin, but his anger is overwhelming. “Food is not a joke; people are dying for starving right now. It shouldn’t be a toy for stuff like that.”

“I strongly agree; you did the right thing by turning around. What about what I see on the left?”

Still disgusted by what he has just seen, Levi follows his master’s finger. He finds two girls in their twenties. One is blonde, short, pale, and wears black underwear; the other is tall, muscular, with dark hair and Asian features that are unusual here in Marley. She’s dressed in typical Hizuru clothes but made of dark fabrics, their floral motifs resembling those on the papered walls.

The dark-haired girl plays an active role in tying up the blonde. Patiently, she does so, making a kind of harness similar to the one Levi saw on Krista the week before. The blonde girl ends up being a trembling ball on the floor, crouched in front of the other, immobilized.

His master has restrained his hands and immobilized him, but not like this, with ropes.

What will it feel like to have ropes all over his skin? 

“Mikasa and Annie were my subordinates during our stay in Hizuru during the war two years ago. Mikasa is probably the best spy Marley had during the war; she’s a weapon in human form. After losing her boyfriend very early on, she became too cold. Meeting Annie allowed her to take that frustration and pain outward by doing things that Annie thoroughly enjoys sharing with her.”

Mikasa holds a leather-covered stick from which straps of the same material hang, all dark, and caresses Annie’s back with it. Annie quivers profusely.

Mikasa goes from caresses to blows. She strikes to one side, to the other of Annie’s thighs. After each one, Levi’s shoulders jump; they work like a drum deep in his gut.

He exhales all the air he held in for who knows how long, seduced by Annie’s screams, as Mikasa lets her rest for a moment, quivering like a rag ball on the floor, gasping and crying.

“Good,” Mikasa says. 

Levi is glad to hear her despite all the voices prevailing in the room where the air is thick and hot.

“You like the flogger,” master Erwin says.

“Do you mean that kind of whip?”

“Indeed.” His master holds his face with one hand and his waist with the other. Levi can only focus on looking into his eyes. “It’s one I especially like.”

Levi shivers, his dry eyes glued to those of his master. He wants to tell him to try it with him, but he’s overwhelmed.

He doesn’t know how to be measured; he doesn’t want to get carried away. He wants to choose as his master deserves.

Aware of the implications and convinced to give consent.

Not like this and feeling how he feels, rushed by the arousal that the mere idea of shivering on the floor before his master’s flogger awakens in him. This desire is animal, not human.

It’s raw and uncontrollable.

“Oh, hold on.” His master holds him in his arms, standing up. Levi sinks his face into the squishing fabric without understanding what is happening. When he senses how master Erwin takes a seat, Levi understands they turned on the divan to see the wall on the left more comfortably. “Mike and Nanaba are here.”

Levi looks at the smile on his master’s mouth and how he waves a hand in greeting. He looks to where his master does and sees two people. One is a man with blond hair that threatens to cover his eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. He’s massive, well-built, and even taller than his master. Next to him, a pale blonde woman with short hair looks challenging, wearing a corset, shorts, garter belt, and stiletto heels, all in black latex. She’s beautiful.

Mike is, above all. 

Wearing shorts of the same shiny ebony latex, with a matching bracelet on each wrist, both of which have links that look like those of a thick chain, he’s stunning. Levi has always known he likes men, but has never explored the nuances of his tastes.

Mike and Nanaba smile at Erwin and return his greeting as they settle into the place chosen for their public scene. 

“I think you like Mike, nanny. You are all flushed.”

“Huh—” Embarrassed, Levi looks down. “I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry.”

A strong hand, the one he loves to feel so much on his skin, holds his jaw again. Levi feels the eyes not invading him but sucking him in.

“No, don’t apologize. It’s okay if you find other people attractive. I’m not jealous, though perhaps I’m possessive; I can give Farlan that.” His master kisses his lips for only an instant. After the superficial touch between their mouths, Levi finds himself a mess who only wishes to continue what they had been doing downstairs in front of the stage, Reiner’s yells pushing his arousal further and further. “That’s why I don’t want to share you with anyone, dear.”

“Me neither, master.”

Another kiss. Levi even feels frustration rising in his flesh.

Nothing is enough for him; he needs what was happening as Reiner moaned, kissing his master while forgetting that several dozen people surrounded them.

Lose himself in the mouth, in the internal and external heat, and think of nothing else; that’s what he wants.

But he needs to learn more, as his instinct reminds him. So he takes a deep breath and focuses on Mike and Nanaba, keeping one side of his face buried in his master’s chest.

Listening to his heart does him so, so good.

“Rub yourself against me, dear.”

Levi’s heart freezes; that’s what he feels when his master’s voice alone is enough to give him goosebumps.

“R-rub against you?”

“Like a cat trying to settle into its master’s lap so it can sleep.”

Something about the idea seduces him; to behave like a cat, one full of love for its master.

Love.

It doesn’t take him long to do so, to rub himself against the chest. Mike and Nanaba continue to get ready as Levi closes his eyes and surrenders to the sensation of rubbing his cheek against his master’s dark clothing and warming it under his skin.

A hand slides from his shoulder to his waist; it’s like a snake entangling itself in the curves of his body.

“Dear,” his master whispers.

“Master—”

“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

Levi squeezes his eyes shut after a twitch in his groin claims all the blood in his body, which goes there and stays there, as the bulge he feels hardening between his legs betrays.

“Ve-very much.”

“A lot?”

“Yes.”

“How long?”

“All night long.”

“And the next day?”

“The next day, too.”

“Will you let me tie you to the bed and fuck you whenever I please? Leave you there waiting for me and fuck you when I want, just to put it in and then leave.”

Levi clenches his legs. His cheek burns, moving across his master’s chest. He bites his lip as waves of heat crackle from his feet to his groin, where the twitches keep repeating themselves.

A hand squeezes hard, very hard, on his waist.

“What did I tell you regarding your lip?”

“I-I’m just very—”

“Open your eyes; Mike and Nanaba are about to start. Just look at them—it’s an order.”

“Roger, master.”

Levi opens his eyes just then, his cheek insisting on his master’s chest, and the heat climbing up his legs is unbearable, so much so that Levi needs to clench his teeth—he mustn’t bite his lip. He mustn’t. He must never do so when his master calls him dear.

The scene has already begun.

Tied to an X-shaped structure against the wall, Mike cannot move. He looks uncomfortable; the shackles keeping his hands and legs restrained force him to a constantly stretched posture.

“M-master…” Levi sighs without realizing it, picturing himself just like that. Shackles on his hands, shackles on his legs, and pain in his spine.

Pain.

A beautiful, perverse pain keeping his cock hard—pleasure in an unexpected land.

The divine decadence of extreme pleasure ordinary eyes will always find despicable.

Nanaba grabs Mike’s bulge and squeezes on it; Mike’s gasps echo around Levi’s eardrums as much as Moblit’s screams did a week ago, pushing his body against the same place. 

The shadow.

“Master…” he sighs again.

Nanaba squeezes again on Mike’s hard bulge just as a hand moves up Levi’s leg and sneaks under his skirt.

“I want to touch your bulge. Are you okay with that?” Levi nods without looking at his master, always watching Mike and Nanaba’s beauty before his eyes. “Good boy.”

The hand goes up a little more; Levi clenches his teeth again, desperate to bite his lip and squeeze his eyelids. Two things his master won’t forgive. 

“You let me touch you so well, puppy,” Nanaba says with a radiant smile on her lips. “Now, I want you to get ready to take my whip. Can you do that for me?”

“I will, mistress.”

“That’s my boy. Be as good to me as you always are, puppy.”

Master Erwin’s hand reaches for his cock and rests on it with a palm that’s too huge. Levi shudders at the feel.

Feeling it while listening to how—

“Would you like that?”

“What do you mean, master?”

“Would you like me to shower you with compliments and make you feel like a good boy?” Levi feels his cock jerk inside the palm. He doesn’t look at his master, but he knows his master is smiling. “I knew it.”

“Is that a fetish?”

“It is, dear, and I was sure you would like it.”

Why?

“Why, master?”

“I will tell you soon, as I promised.”

What is it?

Levi cannot focus on that, on anything. Not with his master’s hand on his bulge. Much less considering what is happening in front of his eyes.

Mike screaming as Nanaba, holding a whip in her hands, lashes one of his thighs.

“Look at that mark, puppy. It looks so beautiful on your skin,” Nanaba says.

“Look how excited you are by what you watch and listen to, Levi. You are so beautiful…” his master whispers right against his left ear. “It turns you on to be complimented, to know you are doing a good job inside the scene. It turns you on that there are people around, and you don’t care about that because you only like my hands on your body.”

Levi swallows. The sequence of lashes makes Mike scream, and scream, and leave all the air in each one. The marks on his skin only embellish him more. Nanaba congratulates him so much, meanwhile.

“Nobody wears these marks like you do, puppy.”

“No one will ever be able to wear those marks like you, dear.” Something wet and warm moves along the edge of his ear. Levi shudders, legs pressed together, lips dry, teeth aching from clenching. All while Mike screams and screams and screams. “Your ass looked divine after the spanks.”

Again, something wet, rigid, and warm above all moves along the edge of his ear. Levi understands his master is licking when, inside his panties and the hand that covers them, his cock twitches again.

“Dear, how hot you are. I want to move my hand a little deeper. Do you trust me?”

Levi keeps looking at the lashes, keeps looking at the marks, and keeps falling in love with the red line on Mike’s right thigh while Nanaba’s mouth smiles, showing all her teeth.

She’s enjoying it, too.

“I trust you, master.”

The hand leaves his bulge; in front of his eyes, Nanaba rests her mouth on Mike’s nipple, catches it between her lips, and pulls on it. Mike gasps, suffocated, his feet struggling to stay on the floor, his hands tugging at each shackle.

Levi lets out an involuntary moan that makes him blush, partly from what he sees, partly from what he feels—his master’s hand slipping under his panties to move along the elastic and reach his buttocks.

“M-master, I can’t take it anymore,” he says, no more air in his lungs.

“Of course you can, dear. You have to.” Fingers sink into his buttock, and Levi hisses, the nails digging into him. He jerks onto his master’s lap. “You can be a good boy and hold on a little longer. I promise it will be worth it if you are good, Levi, too good.”

“I can be good.”

“You can be excellent. You already are.” A finger slips between his buttocks. “You have no idea how much I’m dying to eat your ass.”

“Eat it.” What is he saying? “Eat me.”

“Today?”

“Now, master. Please.”

“Shh…” The tongue licks his earlobe once more. “Remember to be patient, and your master will reward you as you deserve for it.” The finger slides in a little further.

Levi presses his mouth against his master’s chest to hold back the scream he wants to release. In the meantime, Nanaba releases Mike, and he falls to his knees on the floor, his skin full of red lines, his mouth smiling as his eyes water.

“Excellent, puppy,” Nanaba tells Mike, lifting his head as she tugs on his hair, a firm hand on his scalp. Levi tries to keep his eyes locked on them and not close them, not scream, not jerk at what his master is doing, stick his finger between his buttocks, almost reaching—“now I will make you choose, but first things first, okay? How are you?”

“Amazing, mistress.” Nanaba lets his hair down, and Mike kneels on the floor, his entire torso leaning forward and sweat pouring down the red marks coating his skin.

Nanaba stands behind Mike’s back, connects one wristband to the other with a short chain, and uses one of her stiletto heels to push his back. Mike wheezes, curling as close to the floor as possible. His hands struggle with the chain.

His master’s finger touches his hole, and Levi bites the fabric of his shirt to keep from yelling.

“Dear, do you need to bite something?”

What? Levi answers before noticing, his instinct always ready to understand the situation.

“Yes, please.”

Without looking away as Nanaba digs his heel into Mike’s back, Levi notices how his master abandons his buttocks to lean to one side, keeping him close to his chest. A zipper opens.

The bag.

He hears the zipper again; in front of his eyes, Levi sees a leather strip with links at each end held together by a rubber-like ball.

“It’s mine and clean. You can bite it if you want to.”

That makes Levi after he says yes to his master, and this one puts the strap around his head. Levi bites the rubber ball that’s not warm like the lips, that’s bitter and doesn’t please him, but it turns him on enough to bite to hold on a little longer.

As not to come right now by the slightest caress of his master on his hole.

His master doesn’t advance after that; his finger returns, but he doesn’t. He only pretends to touch him but doesn’t do it. Levi gets frustrated; he needs the touch.

Nanaba leaves Mike’s back and walks over to a latex suitcase on the side of the giant X. She holds it, opens it in front of Mike, and grabs him by the hair to force him to watch.

“Which one do you want today, puppy?”

In the briefcase are five different models of dildos attached to panties. Each one is more monstrous than the previous one. They all look like rubber or something similar.

Is she going to—?

“The second one, please,” Mike says.

Nanaba holds the second one and wears it on top of her latex shorts, although Levi notices the dildo has two ends, and one is on the inside of the fabric.

When Nanaba places the other end between her legs after opening the zipper of her shorts, she blushes.

“They can both enjoy it,” his master explains. “It’s a useful tool.” Levi shudders as he senses his master’s hot breath. He remains frustrated.

The finger doesn’t move forward, does nothing, just hovers close, but not close enough, to his hole. Meanwhile, Levi watches as Nanaba does to Mike everything Levi wants his master to do, entering him with two fingers smeared with lube.

“Would you like that, dear?” his master asks, jerking him with his breath, but Levi cannot coordinate his thoughts, not with this frustration making the worst combination with the arousal, not seeing what’s going on between Mike and Nanaba.

His master’s hand grabs the rubber ball from his teeth; he wants an answer.

“Yes,” Levi replies to no question; his voice sounds like a whine.

Two moans, Mike’s and Nanaba’s, make him gasp; nothing of the dildo is visible, one tip inside Mike and the other inside Nanaba. 

A finger squeezes his hole after his master returns the rubber ball to his teeth, and Levi tears up as he clenches the rubber and swallows desperate moans, sounds that the rubber won’t allow him to release. As Nanaba thrusts into Mike, he screams each time she reaches his depths.

His master’s finger massages his hole vigorously but without sticking in it. A mouth licks his ear and nibbles it; Levi sees himself over the fire like a kettle whose water is about to boil.

He cannot take it anymore.

Cannot stand a single—

“Do you want that? Do you want to have me inside you? Answer with your head, darling.” Keeping his eyes on the roughness with which Nanaba fucks Mike, Levi nods. “I want it too; I can’t stop imagining it.”

Levi makes a sound; he has no idea what’s coming out of his mouth. He just watches the hips, how Nanaba gives and Mike receives, how he gasps and screams, how they sweat as Nanaba’s hands spank Mike’s reddening ass. The heat emanating from them is like standing before a campfire; sweat gets Levi damp as if he were part of the scene.

It’s as if it’s hypnotizing him. The hips, the gasps, the mouth pressed to his ear, the voice.

The finger squeezes over his hole, anticipating how rough it will be when his master’s cock enters his flesh.

“You will take it so well, dear; you will look beautiful when I fill you, giving you all the pleasure you deserve.” Levi perceives master Erwin’s squeezing arm around his waist. It’s a snake ready to immobilize him. “It will be beautiful—the pleasure, the need to perpetuate it, you. You will be beautiful as you enjoy and ask for more.”

Levi shivers, his eyes glued to Mike and Nanaba’s shared ecstasy, his ear glued to his master’s mouth, a finger glued to his hole.

No, he cannot take it anymore. Levi discovers it when the finger slides the fingertip into his hole. Helpless, Levi whimpers soundlessly, his teeth holding on to the rubber.

“Do you want to go to a private room?” Levi nods, desperate. “As soon as Mike comes,” he tells him at the precise instant Levi feels a bead of sweat merge with a weeping tear and how both, as they fall, drip past his jaw.

Nanaba clings to Mike’s torso from behind and keeps on thrusting; squatting and at her mercy, Mike has surrendered.

It’s the same feeling while spanking at home; Mike is floating. The shadow has eaten him, and now he’s floating inside it. His skin, pearly with sweat, looks like covered in diamonds.

A scream and a smear follow; Nanaba spends an entire moment kissing Mike’s shoulders and back, whispering words of encouragement after the shared climax. Levi gasps with one cheek against his master’s chest, as exhausted as Mike is, though never to that level.

One in which Levi needs—

“Nanny.” His master shivers against his ear; Levi feels the word hit against him like an enraptured cock entering a body. “Can I take you with a collar?”

Why? Why does the mere idea of wearing a collar push his body down into a numbness, forcing his skin with fierce insistence? After arriving, he saw the owner, Uri, taking his lover and protector by a collar as if he were his slave.

His submissive.

His.

While considering what he felt and still feels, hypnosis and envy mixed amid his boiling blood, the answer is natural.

He wants it.

Levi nods with no more air in his lungs, between whimpers without form or meaning, giving up everything but the desire he has to feel pleasure, to end with this frustration, to have something beautiful and bright like his master’s eyes over him, against him.

Inside his fucking body right now. 

What will it feel like to embrace his master inside of his body? He wonders as his eyes remain locked on his master, specifically on his mouth twisted into a mischievous smile, his hands sliding a leather strap around his throat.

Even Mike and Nanaba, so dear to his eyes until a moment ago, seem to have left the room. 

The burning reality is all Levi can perceive.

His master clutches the end of the leash attached to the collar, and his frown relaxes.

Not so the mischief in his eyes.

“On your feet, dear.”

Levi stands up, his eyes clinging to the back of his master’s neck as the chain-made leash resonates with the movement, his master in front, Levi behind. When they reach the stairs to the next floor, Levi holds onto the railing and puts what little attention he still masters into climbing, climbing, climbing, his heels echoing with each step.

The nape of his master’s neck above his eyes, tugging at him as much as the leash.

When they arrive, Levi notices a long, dark hallway ahead and a person standing behind a desk on the other side of the stairs, where the stairs to the next floor would be if there were one. Levi pays no attention to the person or what they look like; he looks at the back of his master’s head.

A rattling of keys is all he distinguishes before moving forward once more.

Pushing along the hall allows him to hear screams, cries of the most vivid pleasure; it’s like entering a spell, which uses every scream to hypnotize him, to make the hardness between his legs press harder than ever against his panties. It’s so unbearable.

Master Erwin only slows down at the end, at the last door. He opens it with a key, probably given to him by the person behind the desk, and invites Levi in. 

It’s like falling not into the shadow but into a pool of blood. That’s how red the lights are, so much so that it’s hard to believe that technology that allows something similar exists. 

He takes a few seconds to make sense of what he sees.

A bed with elongated bars that reach the ceiling is just beyond, lit by a single lamp over its middle, trapped between two walls that squeeze it as tightly as Levi continues to clench the rubber between his teeth. It’s like a cave inside the room; the bed seems longer than it is, thanks to the three-way mirror that papers the three walls surrounding it. Black curtains are hanging at each end, where the ceiling rises. Out of it, the rest of the room begins.

In the middle of the room, before a comfortable couch covered in dark leather, there’s a sort of table or bench hooked to the floor and covered with black cushions. It has shackles up and down it, attached to armrests placed below the level of the main surface. At the right of it, looking from the door, another mirror reflects it.

In each corner, that is, on either side of the door, there are two tables filled with items like the ones he has seen other people use in the club.

Everything, absolutely everything. Whips, ropes, floggers, and canes.

“We won’t use any of that, dear; I don’t like sharing tools with strangers. I reserved this room for us before coming, so don’t worry—everything is clean. We value hygiene here.”

Knowing it relaxes him; hygiene matters to him. Not feeling it around him doesn’t allow him to enjoy anything.

It means that—

“Let’s talk for a moment first. Come here.” His master leads him toward the couch. He never lets go of the leash. Levi sits on his left. He looks at the bench in front of him and wonders what it is—“I would like to start a solid scene in which we can both feel comfortable, okay? I want you to enjoy it.”

Levi blinks non-stop after his master removes the rubber from his mouth. He’s very enthusiastic, his eyes fixated on the table and the shackles and the possibilities that—

“Is something wrong? Talk to me, nanny. Please.”

Levi looks at him. When he does, his master holds his jaw and smiles at him. They are so close; Levi feels everything so far away.

The kiss, finger, and tongue; he wants it all. 

He wants more.

With that in mind, he bends his jaw before his master, showing obedience.

“Nice.” Master Erwin strokes his lower lip. “Now, dear—talk to me.”

Levi takes a deep breath; his jaw trembles. Just perceiving it gives him goosebumps.

“I can’t take it anymore, master.”

“Why?”

“I—I’m very—”

“Horny?”

Levi ducks his head.

“I am.”

He is, and hiding it makes no sense.

If he doesn’t get some relief, if nothing soothes all this fire, the shadow won’t take him to a wonderful place but an even darker and not-at-all-pleasant one.

That’s why he needs to pay attention.

“I hear you, master. Tell me everything you need to say,” Levi then says. “Please—I want to go to a wonderful place.”

His master’s smile mutates and softens. Something looks touched, as much as other times. Even more.

It looks beautiful.

Before Levi can pay attention to the powerful emotion that overcomes him when he recognizes his master’s beauty, he kisses him only for an instant on the lips and then embraces him and lays him on his chest. His master caresses the chain between his fingers.

“Remember,” he says, “this is always about playing.” Levi nods. “What I want is for you to obey to the letter everything I ask of you and, in turn, accept the punishment that will come with not obeying.”

Levi swallows.

“I accept,” he says when instinct confirms that he loves the idea.

“That’s right,” his master continues. “You will tell me that something doesn’t please you. For that, we will use the method of colors and gestures that I already explained to you.” Levi nods once more. Green, yellow, red; fists clenched, palms wide open. “Are you okay with me listing what things I want to do to you and how I will do them?”

Anxiety is choking him. Levi nods a thousand more times.

“Please…”

Tenderness leaves his master’s face; his gesture shows a distinct character.

It’s the dominant he bears inside. 

Master Erwin stands up and dumps his overcoat on the coat rack by the door, only to return and sit Levi on his lap with no gentleness, something that in Levi unleashes a loud gasp.

A mouth rests on Levi’s ear, and a hand, the same one that holds the leash once again and playfully stretches it, turns into a fist on his left knee. 

“I’m going to tie you to this padded bench, lift your skirt after removing your underwear, put the rubber between your teeth, and beat you with the flogger until you scream so loudly that the rubber falls out of your mouth and beg me to stop.” Levi opens his mouth and presses his buttocks against the lap to suppress the gasp that keeps insisting inside his throat. “Then I’m going to tie you to the bed and eat your ass while you beg me to put it in you, to stick something bigger than my tongue in you.” The gasp abandons him; it comes out of his mouth. Levi feels and watches as the hand squeezes harder on his knee. “If you are good, I will take your clothes off, tie you up kneeling before me, and come on your face as I make you want to suck me off.” 

“Please!”

Levi doesn’t realize he’s saying it until he says it; his face is boiling. He has never imagined a cock in his mouth; the idea of having his master’s cock there is—

“Please, what? Be clear, dear. “

“I want your cock in every part of my body and your cum covering all my skin.” And when he says it, Levi believes in his voice and what his instinct expresses through it. Then something falls out of him, maybe a screw, a gear, or a chain. It’s the click, and it’s not timid. It screams.

No more filters remain alive.

Something changes after that; it’s what his master proposes, of course, but above all, all that Levi’s mind demands.

How did his master know there was a submissive inside him? How does he know what he wants? 

How does he turn the shadow into something so wonderful? 

So, so wonderful that Levi loses all these screws at once only to see a new image of himself in the mirror, a Levi who no longer feels shame and wants it all.

All, for fuck’s sake.

His master has broken something inside him, but that’s not true; Levi knows that.

He just found a rough jewel and is helping him shape it, Levi’s hands working while his master’s remain on his shoulders, encouraging him to do so, to let the jewel take the shape that he, Levi—no one else—decides.

“Soon, dear,” master Erwin replies. “I will fuck you every day and every night, and you will never want to stop.”

No, he will never want it.

Is it because he’s so horny? Is it the horniness that unleashes his tongue and makes him want, desire, and need everything his master can give him and more? Because that’s what he wants, more, the hand that squeezes his knee but squeezing his cock and his waist and his nipples and his neck and his hair and—?

“Fuck,” Levi whispers, his voice drowned out by another gasp.

The hand barely rubs up his thigh.

“What’s the matter, dear?”

“I’m very horny—and have no filter anymore, master.”

That’s right.

He no longer has it.

His master is looking at him, staring at his innermost face, and Levi can no longer hide.

Seen—that’s how Levi feels.

“That was what I wanted to encourage, that you get rid of a filter that here, with me, won’t do either of us any good, but that it was important for you to tear down by yourself.” His master kisses his cheek, smiling. “Are you ready?”

Feeling his body numb from the wild excitement that brings a deep dissatisfaction to his skin, Levi nods.

Master Erwin, with the utmost gentleness, removes the collar. The rubber continues to hang from his neck through the straps.

“On your feet, dear.” Levi obeys, standing with his back to his master right in front of his spread knees. “Don’t move an inch from where you are. Do you want me to be rough removing your clothes?”

Levi no longer needs to hesitate, no longer without a filter, so transparent to his master’s wishes.

As seen as he is now, Levi only needs one thing.

Ask.

“Be rough, please.”

Master Erwin’s hands are quick to obey, both completely silent. Without lifting his skirt, his master’s fingers pull down hard. Levi feels his panties reach his knees and then his feet. His master instructs him to raise his right foot, then his left, and the panties remain on the floor.

His hands lift his skirt, and Levi feels sweat sliding down his neck.

“Oh!” he cries out as one hand grips his hip and the other hits against his right buttock.

“It’s amazing—you love spanking, dear. I would spank you all night long.”

“Do it.”

“Easy, dear. Your master knows what’s good for you; you mustn’t question his judgment, okay?”

Levi bites his lip, hoping his master doesn’t notice, with his eyes narrowed at the locked door.

“I’m sorry, master.”

“That’s the way I like it, my love.”

My love.

Master Erwin manipulates his body, pushes him onto the bench face down, and pulls his ass so that it ends up in the air. He presses his face sideways against the leather, and Levi feels pure electricity against his crotch.

“Oh, master! I can’t take it anymore!” he admits with tears in his eyes. “Please—”

The hand squeezes tighter.

“Too spoiled, dear. If you insist I hurry, I won’t touch your cock until the next time we come to the club, nor will I allow you to touch yourself behind my back. Is that clear?”

Levi gasps. The mere thought terrifies him, but as the heat in his groin tells him, it also turns him on.

“I’m sorry, master.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Excellent.” The hand stops squeezing, and his master pulls away from him; Levi’s breathing quickens, though he struggles to regulate himself. 

It’s in vain.

His master rests Levi’s legs against each support underneath the bench. One leather strap burns against his right ankle; then, between tightening sounds, the same sensation covers his left ankle. After resting each arm on the supports on each side of Levi’s torso, he adjusts the leather straps on his wrists.

Finally, he puts the rubber ball between his teeth.

“Remember: closed fists, keep going; open fists, stop.”

Levi nods just before his master pulls the end of the seat on which his torso rests. A space between a padded bar—on which his forehead rests—and the rest of the bench opens. Staring at the floor, Levi struggles to keep breathing.

A flogger appears below him.

“I’m going to start.” Levi clenches his fists with all his might. “Stay sharp; if you stop answering me, I will stop.”

Without further ado, the flogger leaves. Levi hears his master’s footsteps position him behind him, right behind his ass, still covered by his skirt. His master doesn’t take long to uncover it; it’s enough for Levi to feel a shiver from the impact of the room temperature on his bare skin.

“That garter belt looks dreamy on you, Levi. You look beautiful like that, pinned down and at my mercy.”

Levi fills his mind with vague longings. Hit me, fuck me, use your tongue and your cock and your hands and whatever you want.

Just don’t stop.

He gasps against the rubber, sensing strips of leather caressing his skin; it’s the flogger, of course, preparing to whip him. It strokes him from one side to another, inducing a tingling that only sensitizes him to his limit, if that’s even possible. And it is, Levi understands after his pores get open to scream, demanding violence.

He wants his master to subdue him and make him scream with lust.

He wants so many fucking things, Levi thinks as he tears up. So many things, fuck.

“Ready? We will get into it slowly.” Levi clenches his fists at the same time. “Alright, dear. Be good to me.”

The straps hit him, albeit gently, on his right thigh. Levi moans. The straps burn as they caress him.

It’s not enough.

It’s not fucking enough.

No—

Oh.

Levi grunts against the rubber—that contracts between his teeth—when master Erwin hits his left thigh with more force. There follows a gentle spanking and stroking of the straps against his buttocks, which he swears are open, displaying too much intimacy before the blue eyes. His cock, meanwhile, remains pressed against his belly.

“Let’s make it more comfortable,” master Erwin says as he settles his cock on the edge of the cushion, dangling and dripping shamelessly. “I won’t whip you there, don’t worry.”

Not a second passes; his master hits the middle of his left buttock, then his side, after his thigh. He repeats the order on the right side just before attacking with all his might against his two buttocks.

Levi releases a high-pitched whine that even the rubber cannot hide, his clenched fists denoting approval.

He loves it.

That he feels when his master strikes again, and again, and again, and again, sometimes soft and sometimes hard; he loves it. He loves the burning sensation that doesn’t take long to grow and the electricity of each lash.

Nothing is enough—that’s what he feels.

“Levi, how well you are taking it; I’m surprised. Would you like me to try something a little heavier?” Immediately after, master Erwin shows him a paddle barely bigger than his hand.

Rubbing his forehead against the padded bar, Levi nods tearfully.

His master returns to his ass. He holds his waist with a massive, implacable hand; Levi jerks in anticipation.

He hits him with the paddle. They are quick blows; they don’t resonate against his ears like spankings, but they hit hard enough against his flesh to keep Levi tearing. There’s something so fragile about feeling this, about delivering this.

He even wants to tear out his heart. That intense is everything that fills him, the warmth and fragility before the gaze of others and the desire and—

He moans against the rubber when, after warm caresses from his master’s hands, the paddle returns to give him three accurate strokes on his right buttock.

“You are turning red, my love.” My love, again. It sounds so—“I’m going to take your rubber off; let me hear you moan.”

He does so a moment later. Levi takes a deep breath without taking his forehead off the padded bar. His master asks for color; when Levi moans a green, he notices how his master positions himself to his left, holds his waist tightly, and hits him with the paddle once again.

“Oh!” Levi cries. More caresses; he wants so much more. Much, much more. “Oh! Master!” he cries out as the paddle hits the middle of his left, right, and left buttocks. “Oh!”

His whole body is jerking; each contact burns more than the last. Levi can no longer feel his legs or arms, only the piercing, burning sensation covering his buttocks.

“Master!” Lash. “Ah!” Lash. “Yes!” Lash. “Harder!”

Master Erwin stops.

“Asking for things again, dear? You were being so good.” There’s such an amused hint in his master’s voice; he sounds playful. He’s enjoying this as much as Levi is. This knowledge unleashes another kind of shiver. It’s so—“If you bear it a little longer, I will reward you. What do you say?”

“Green.”

“Great. Just give me a moment. You can look to your left.”

Levi turns his face, feeling how saliva dries around his lips; his master, with his back to him, is undressing. He removes his tie, then his shoes, then his pants, then his stockings. Finally, master Erwin takes off his underwear. His wide-open shirt is all that remains on him.

Levi looks at his bare ass; it’s so meaty. So are his thighs and his waist and his—

His—

As he turns around, his master smiles at him.

“I’m sorry, Levi. I rarely like to undress during a scene, but it’s pretty hot here.”

In his right hand, his master holds his cock. It’s hard and wet at the tip.

A shiver runs down his back; he never imagined feeling so damn hungry before a cock.

Levi’s face burns at what he sees; his master squats down in front of his face and smiles at him.

Is it a shame that glows somewhere in the pits of his eyes? 

“Do you like to see me?”

Levi’s chest twitches; it has nothing to do with sex or the scene.

Is this what his master meant by getting out?

“Of course, I like it, master. I—” A caress on his cheek, and master Erwin stands up again. Levi opens his mouth as he feels saliva on his lips; the cock stands so still, the veins around the flesh seeming to pulsate as he—“I want—”

A chuckle warms his face even more.

“Only if you are good. You are doing great.”

His master disappears from his sight. Holding Levi’s waist once more and after new, intense caresses of his open hand, he returns to the flogger, which he uses with calculated brutality on each of his buttocks, hitting him at great speed. Levi’s moans turn to screams; overwhelmed, they come out of his mouth in shock.

“Master?!”

Levi doesn’t get to scream loud enough when he receives another lash, another one, and another, and another. The paddle returns, more lashes follow, and his throat burns as much as his buttocks when he screams at the top of his lungs. His whole body quivers; under his dress, sweat envelops him. His hips shake and twitch. They expect the blow; they seek it. While his cock dangles alone, yearning for attention that never comes.

A spank follows; it makes him let out a long cry. Then silence. 

His master caresses his hole with the flogger straps.

“Let’s untie you.” Master Erwin’s voice denotes less and less encouragement as it sounds.

When he unties him, Levi cannot move one from his place, his body too shaky to act out of its free will. His master, perhaps noticing it or to fulfill that longing to serve him with which he has insisted so much, helps him up and carries him to the bed in his arms. He lays him on his back and moves away for a moment, but not before turning on the warm light, one coming from above the bed in this cave.

The bed is so soft, so fluffy. Levi squirms on the mattress, his chest rising and falling from his uncontrolled breathing. His ass burns against the bedspread and nothing could make him happier at this moment than the smile he finds as he turns to the mirror on the right.

He had never felt this way in his life.

Beautiful in front of his reflection, not disappointed by the genericness.

Maybe because there’s no filter, no screws left. Nothing.

Only him.

Only the Levi of the guts, exposed to his master and no one else.

Master Erwin returns. He has his underwear on again. He seems more embarrassed than Levi expected about his body.

Despite feeling so foreign in an environment devoted to obscenity, certain tenderness fits into the scene.

It’s not out of place.

“Ready to continue?”

Levi looks at his smile in the mirror.

“Yes, master.”

“How pretty you look like that, Levi. So smiling...” His master gives another caress to his cheek. Levi feels a lump in his throat. His eyes won’t stop crying. “My love, you look so, but so beautiful…”

My love. 

Again.

Levi gasps when his body asks him to. He still feels the tension of the longed-for release, which increases when master Erwin grabs him by the waist, smiles at him, and—back inside the scene, judging by his attitude—turns him over in a single movement. He’s as abrupt as Levi likes it, in that way that makes him turn on in a single instant.

That’s all it takes, just for a second, to make him feel seen in that unbearably beautiful way, making him moan while his master shackles each of his wrists and heels with which he ties him to the bed. All with chains that make his body tense by the forced posture of his limbs stretched too much, forming an X like the one Mike showed.

With his face sunk into the mattress, Levi smiles as he gasps. His mouth hurts. It’s like lying on a cloud, floating under the bluest sky.

His master’s eyes thirsting for him and whispering my love. 

Hands lift his skirt sharply, which covers Levi’s entire back. Two spanks seek to make him sink into the spell Levi has already plunged into with so little.

But nothing compared to what he feels next, how the sacred finger returns to his hole. Although this time wet with saliva, the one his master said he would use so he could fuck him with his tongue.

“M-master…” he sighs, tearful and smiling. “Do whatever you want to me. I trust you so much.”

“I know, dear. I know.” The finger massages his hole and smears it with saliva in circular motions. Levi presses his cock against the mattress and hisses. “Let’s bring that over here again.” He grips his cock and stretches it downward in a caress that forces Levi to curl into himself, something the chains, noisily, don’t allow. Levi groans between desire and the most unstable frustration.

“Color?”

“G-green. Master, I can’t take it anymore.” Levi feels overwhelmed to hear himself so heated in a second. It’s as if everything evaporates around him. Suffocated by the heat that has returned a thousand times more powerful, he doesn’t know what he wants anymore, just that he wants it now, right now. “It’s too much.”

“It’s the idea, dear, that it overwhelms you, sensitizes you, and allows you to achieve a much more mighty pleasure.” A spank makes him cry at how much the sound turns him on, not just at the harsh burn it installs in his already burning right buttock. “Dedicate yourself to enjoying it and be very vocal, please. Let me hear you.”

What is this heat that floods him inside? Levi wants to moan and cry and laugh like a madman. All that he wants, all the sensations that such actions unleash together, forming a single thing.

The shadow.

To it, he returns. To its perverse confines. He closes his eyes and rests his face on his right side while his master’s finger twists and turns and twirls around his hole. 

The finger squeezes, twists, squeezes, and finally slides in.

“Oh!” Levi cries out as he feels it, tears of relief draining from his eyes. Though the tears also come from the discomfort that, for a moment, fills him with anxiety.

“Y-yellow! Please don’t pull your finger out. Just stop for a moment.” Levi rubs against the mattress as if such a banal action could take away a little, just a little of the unbearable horniness that fills him. His master stops his finger immediately. “I-it’s so weird to feel something there. It makes me feel—”

“Fragile? Sensitive? Overstretched?”

Levi holds back a yell.

“All of it.”

Eyes on him; his body, floating.

He feels seen.

“I know; it’s a little awkward at first, but you will like it, I promise.”

Something in the promise calms his anxiety, such as the trust he feels. Although his master only uses the softness of his caresses to relax him completely. Levi lays his face against the mattress and tries to calm down all his limbs. Even his cock, even if nothing, can calm it down as it is, throbbing with uncontrollable desire.

“Levi…”

His master’s voice gives him goosebumps. Levi opens his eyes; he sees himself on the bed, thanks to the mirror; he sees master Erwin kneeling in front of his ass, stunned but smiling.

“M-master?”

“You can’t be that perfect. I want to look at you all night.” The smile widens; it’s an obscene fascination. “You are divine, Levi. I can’t stand to look at you.”

His master’s hand hit his spread buttocks. Levi watches as his master’s hands massage his buttocks up and down, pushing against him harder and harder.

Are there any filters alive inside of him? Screws? Looking at himself, Levi understands that there’s nothing left.

Only him, paradoxically, something before which it’s inevitable to feel fear.

To see himself too naked before such hungry eyes, those of his master and his own on themselves, hungry both for the pleasure that this body—one that doesn’t belong to him, not here—needs to achieve. 

He takes a deep breath and, overwhelmed, decides the wisest thing to do.

Stop watching.

Regarding feeling, what the fuck can eyes do? They only distract, only confuse, only disfigure.

Better is—

“Ah!” Levi cries out as something wet, hot as a thousand suns, squeezes over his hole, and breaks through with movements that, between his legs, feel like a snake that nothing but venom needs to spill out. “Master…” The snake-like tongue squeezes harder. “Oh!”

Rubbing himself whole to bear it, to endure as the tongue moistens the skin’s sensitivity with the fire of its heat, Levi whimpers. It’s too much, too fucking much.

It’s an overload again. Like when the electricity fails, and everything blows up, like when steam and more steam comes out of a kettle. It’s all the vulgar descriptions together, all forming one, the sensation of the tongue pressing against Levi’s hole.

“M-master! I—! AH!”

And it all leaves. Everything. Even Levi. 

Or not. 

Because he grows, hardens like a cock, and becomes too sensitive. As if his skin stretches and becomes too fragile, and only a single blow can shatter it. That’s how he feels when the tongue, at last, enters him.

“Master!” Levi whines. His mouth turns into a shapeless smile. Saliva keeps dropping into the image returned to him by the mirror, perhaps more real than any other because it’s showing the only thing left, him, hard and fragile and hot, as the tongue flicks out and in of him. “Green! Green! Keep going! Don’t stop!”

The movement hypnotizes him, that of the tongue licking his inner walls and his body receiving it; it’s like a piano playing the same note over and repeatedly. Levi goes back and forth, rewinds, and continues, while his master sinks his face between his buttocks without ceasing to squeeze them, on which Levi, although he finds it very hard to pay attention, even feels the nails burning against his skin. It’s addictive, all of it.

It’s enrapturing, back, forth, back, forth, back, forth, just like his voice does when he shouts.

“Master!” He cannot stop. As he looks into his eyes, his image leaving and returning, Levi cannot stop screaming. “Master! Master! Master! M—” His master’s hands rise and impact against his reddened buttocks. “Yes! Master!”

The tongue swirls inside him, widening his insides while the lips suck around the hole. With no more breath left to cry out, Levi tries to retrieve it; as he does so, he hears his master’s gasps, which make his hole shiver as they contact his moistened hole and his fragile, limp interior, as greedy as his whole body.

“Your hole is perfect, dear.” Levi moans an ah or an oh. The tongue slides out and in and out at such speed he cannot even reach it with his senses. It’s tearing him apart. Hands fall back together and hard on his reddening buttocks. “It’s a drug. I want more, Levi. I want everything from you, my love…”

My love.

Levi runs out of air as he sobs. He breathes as deeply as he can, out of his mind.

Or being more him than ever, maybe, as the rawness of his face reddened by excitement denotes in the mirror.

“Take me! Please fuck me!” he says with no more voice or breath. “I need your cock! I need you! I need the whole thing inside me!” His body trembles as the tongue invade him and invade him and invade him and invade him and his legs and arms struggle to break free, to flip him over, to grab his master’s cock and pull it inside him with his bare hands. He jerks his hips as the tongue enters whole and slams against his inner walls. The shudder that the frantic strokes unleash closes Levi’s eyelids and his lungs. That’s enough. “Fuck me! Fuck me now, please!”

And the tongue leaves him. 

Disoriented, Levi looks into the mirror: his master leaves but returns to untie him. Levi closes his eyes and lets master Erwin do it all, exhausted again.

It’s like that first morning together in his master’s bed, like when he jerked him off and stopped and went on, only to stop again. Levi squeals in the same way, only without voice or breath anymore.

Arms lift him and pull him to his feet; Levi sinks his face into his master’s chest and hugs him when he tells him to do so. Behind his back, he feels fingers unbuttoning his uniform.

Finally.

Levi breathes heavily and presses his face and arms tightly against the other body until his master finishes unbuttoning his dress and slides it down. Levi hears the heavy fabric falling to his feet; master Erwin releases him afterward. The footsteps move away; judging by the sounds, his master has just sat on the couch.

“Come here, dear. Let’s finish with this—you have been very good to me, and I need to reward you.”

Trembling, Levi slowly walks to position himself in front of his master, half a meter away from him. Master Erwin takes his shirt off and throws it away as he greets him.

They are naked, both of them. Only Levi’s garter belt remains on. His master has a smile on his lips and a frown on his face; looking at him, he seems different. Gone is that childlike sparkle in his eyes, the one at the club is mere mischief, and gone is that dom attitude that turns Levi on.

He’s a different master Erwin.

Is he moved?

His master takes a deep breath. Having regained his dom composure, he leans back against the couch.

“Kneel,” he orders. Levi obeys, not without difficulty, given the insistent trembling that refuses to leave his legs. His master nods, satisfied, just before standing.

Only then, Levi notices he still has the shackles on his wrists and heels, and his master has much shorter chains than those on the bed. After Levi kneels in front of him, master Erwin ties his four limbs together by linking his wrists to his heels and each other in a single binding.

Levi barely pulls. There’s no way to leave this position, squatting and at the mercy of his master. 

He stands in front of Levi and holds his hair. The thick cock jumps in front of his eyes.

“Color? Do you like me to hold your hair like this?”

Enraptured by the size of the cock, the hunger it arouses, and the tug of the hand on his hair, Levi nods with parted lips.

“Green; I like it.”

“Then take it, dear.” 

His master jerks off. He’s neither gentle nor patient; he’s savage in doing so. Levi watches as his hand jerks his flesh, as the skin wrinkles and stretches and the veins enlarge as much as the cock; unconsciously, he opens his mouth wider. Squeezing his hair, something that makes him gasp, his master strokes the tip of his cock against his lips.

Levi squeals.

“I want it.”

“You will have it soon. You will have everything from me, my love.”

My love.

Again, the excitement that comes not from Levi’s insides but from that which is underneath.

Levi sobs. He lifts his eyes from the cock to the blue, and his master stares at him harder, and harder, and harder, as he squeezes his hair between his fingers. Their breathing is a mess; neither of them can coordinate it. Saliva drips from their mouths as they both pant in unison, locked on the same note.

“Levi—” His master squints his eyes and tears up. When he does, Levi gets overwhelmed by a powerful feeling.

That he had seen nothing in the world until capturing this, how his master’s eyes, as naked as his, show how they are aglow.

Like nothing else in the world, they do. 

Perfectly.

“Close your eyes—” master Erwin pleads. 

Levi obeys, albeit reluctantly, and receives the impact of his pleasure against his face immediately afterward, beautifully decorated by his master’s low, incoherent grunt, more akin to the growl of an animal than a human. Thick drips fall through his face like tears.

Perfect.

But it’s still not enough.

There remains the trembling to see himself immobilized and still unsatisfied. Levi knows he has been good and that his master, who has just left for a moment, will reward him. He shows it after wiping his face with a handkerchief and untying his heels, but not his wrists.

On the couch, sitting in front of his master, who remains kneeling in front of him, Levi feels the same as that morning, how his master tempts him and then leaves him overstimulated, thirsty for things that Levi doesn’t yet understand. However, master Erwin accompanies the obsessive movement of his right hand with the middle finger of his left hand, which, as it fucks him, caresses a single spot. When he does so, Levi screams.

“Master!”

He’s shaking from head to toe. What is that? Where did it come from? What’s in that spot that feels like a tingling that needs to stop, that needs to calm down, that his body begs him to calm down because otherwise it will explode, but it just gets more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more— 

What the—?!

“OH!”

His hips move on their own as he comes on his belly. His master strokes his cock gently until not a drop remains to spill. He kisses his forehead and tells him he will clean it all while Levi tries to come again, to return to the world, without success.

“What was that, master?”

“The prostate, dear. Something that, to those who were born as men, gives infinite satisfaction in the hands of the right person.”

The smile that follows is the most beautiful Levi remembers seeing, although he’s so exhausted, so overwhelmed, that he cannot understand what is happening.

Only the burning sensation stayed inside him.

Now that he knows how to float, he doesn’t want to stop.

Little remains after that; the scene doesn’t extend much further, although they stay for several hours in the room. In the bathroom, master Erwin bathes, cleans, and dries him. He lays Levi on his body in the middle of the bed—his face against his chest and his legs spread between his—and devotes whole minutes to each buttock, which he massages with a special oil, as he explained before starting. Levi sometimes naps, and others bites his lip. Gently, saying nothing.

It’s what they limit themselves to, to rest after pleasure, to float with no more anxieties to soothe.

To feel and nothing else.

Together.

The memory of the blue eyes intact by glowing inside Levi’s chest.

*

Whispers muffled against his pillow, longings piercing his pores as he pounded the mattress with a clenched fist just by imagining his hands lifting Levi’s skirt and pulling down his panties, all to do things he didn’t know how to do.

At fifteen, sixteen, seventeen; always. 

Levi is Erwin’s unique forbidden fantasy. 

During the war, too. Huddled up in a hidden base in the enemy’s territory, thinking of Levi with his legs spread wide under his hips to forget the horror outside for five fucking minutes. The face he pictured over others in his early scenes, most of all. After the damn war, those times when he was nothing more than Farlan’s apprentice at the club. 

Levi owns the name Erwin whispers as he comes, since he understood such an obscene and glorious act as sex existed.

Because Levi is that all; he’s even more than Erwin thought possible, and he always is.

All the time.

Before his eyes at this precise moment, for example, both in what the club calls the bondage room. Levi, his body upside down, suspended in the middle of the room. His hands tied, arms behind him, one leg stretched straight, and the other tied to the thigh.  

Magnificent.

Levi is more, indeed, and not only more; he’s everything. All that’s inside, underneath, above, to one side, to the other. The sky that walks beside him on this earth, one so polluted by humanity.

Levi is everything and how easy it’s thinking beyond sex, the scene, and the red ropes over Levi’s dark uniform when he’s in front of him.

Or up, as he is now.

Satisfied with the harness he has tied perfectly, Erwin walks around Levi, who breathes neatly, as Erwin always instructs him.

They have been coming to the club for three months, and Levi has learned fast.

“Color, dear?” Erwin asks.

“Green. I’m fine. Just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous; you are doing great.”

“It’s just that—” Levi closes his mouth, swallowing, and Erwin cannot stand the urge to come closer, but he holds back by taking a deep breath. “You said you would surprise me with what you will do to me.”

“But it won’t be anything we haven’t done. I never tie you down for trying something new; don’t worry.” He caresses his face; Levi’s eyes, those that always seem indifferent behind the fatigue that the eternal dark circles under his eyes denote, look touched. In his way, because everything in Levi is always in his way—perhaps because of everything he had to face from the earliest age. Injustice, hunger, cold—but there’s always something genuine about him.

There’s always something so genuine in what Levi expresses, so raw and beautiful for being so.

“Thank you, master.”

“Thanks to you, dear.”

Erwin holds his paddle—barely more prominent than his palm and black like most of his toys, always matching his attire according to the club etiquette—and lifts it behind Levi’s back. He propels himself backward only to blow hard at Levi’s left buttock, who yelps as he recognizes one of his favorite toys.

“Color?”

“Green. Don’t stop, master. Please—“

Erwin doesn’t; he uses the paddle to hit the buttock one, two, and three times. Then he adds ten, fifteen, twenty, and the buttock glows crimson right in front of his deranged eyes.

He has fucked Levi with toys, his tongue, and his fingers. He has fucked his mouth, his thighs, and his closed palms. Erwin has fucked many parts of Levi’s body, but he still cannot fuck his hole.

There’s something that doesn’t allow it.

Levi has asked him more than once. Although he has never done it outside of a scene—Levi always begs for more moaning and whining for being overstimulated.

Maybe that’s the problem.

The scene.

After stopping striking Levi, only to rub his reddened buttocks, Erwin takes a deep breath. It’s as if the air is heavier than usual inside his lungs.

What is this dissatisfaction?

He has everything he ever wanted. Levi is in his bed every day and night and in every room in this club. He has Levi awake and eager to know every sensation his body can experience. A curious, proactive Levi who never stops learning.

He has Levi, a Levi who’s happy to share this experience with him.

However, feeling the heaviness inside his chest, Erwin gets it.

Something is holding him back, and he must find out what it is before it’s too late.

“Please, master, you can continue if you want to. I need you.”

In case it’s not too late already.