A/N: Good day and welcome to some BDSM naughty time! This is written from Eren's POV and contains very mature content. If any BDSM activities, especially WHIP PLAY is not your thing, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS.

If you have stayed tuned, I hope you enjoy this little monstrosity that is loosely based on a true story.

Apologies in advance for any spelling/grammar errors; this is an unedited document.

Disclaimer: I do not own SnK, its characters or any other brands/establishments mentioned in this story.

His large hands have a painful grip on my thighs, holding me in place with my legs splayed lewdly apart as he impales me with his impressive member in front of half a dozen nude bathers. They barely pay us any mind despite the sloshing of the water around our bodies and my poorly contained moans of ecstasy…they must be used to seeing people fucking in this heated pool by now, I guess. But even if they aren't watching me, knowing there are six nude people in the vicinity as I get pounded by the perfect stranger has me as high as a freaking space shuttle despite the embarrassment of it all.

Yet…

How did I get here?

How did I end getting fucked by the perfect stranger, in public?

How did I come to this place in the first place?

Damn Reiner.

It all started with an innocent conversation about kinks…however innocent that can really be. Between the three of us, Armin and I have relatively normal kinks – Armin enjoys a sensual spanking now and then, a little bit of hair-pulling, maybe some dirty talk if he's feeling adventurous, while I like pain; as long as it's moderated and not frightening, any form of pain will get me off – biting, scratching, spanking; just don't make me cry and I'm all for it. I am a part-time masochist and I'm not afraid to deny it. A part-time masochist an a full time student slaving away to attain an art degree that will hopefully make ends meet someday.

Reiner, on the other hand…good lord. He's a student by day but an absolute sex god come nightfall. The stories he's told me have scarred me; the kinks that crazy bastard has are interesting to say the least. Downright frightening when he's really in the mood. Fortunately for me, Reiner is just a friend, although that is unfortunate as well – he said that I, and Armin, at twenty-four years old should expand the horizons of our sexuality. He reckons that we are restricting our pleasure by not indulging in the fullness of the act of sex and all that leads up to it. I beg to differ but I decided that no harm could be done by entering Reiner's crazy world for a night.

Oh boy, was I wrong.

After very little convincing, Reiner had gotten Armin and myself access to a members only BDSM club that he says, and I quote, "will change your lives forever." He was so damn right, but I didn't know that upon agreeing to attend the upcoming party.

Standing at the large, dungeon-like door to what looks like any other club in the city, Armin and I brace ourselves for what we will be subjected to in the next few hours. Reiner, on the other hand, is borderline euphoric as he walks ahead of us, shoulders squared and large posture confident as if he owns the place.

"I am so not ready for this," Armin says with a shudder.

"Tell me about it," I agree. "Why the hell are we even here?"

"Because you boys need to get out of your comfort zones and experience true pleasure," Reiner says over his shoulders as he opens the large door. "Just enjoy it, gents. Trust me when I say there's a little something for everyone here."

"Well, here goes nothing," I say, giving Armin an encouraging pat on the back before following Reiner into a different world.

The corridor behind the door is dark but that doesn't shield the lewd display of sex toys behind the reception desk. An old man stands behind the desk, eyes scrutinizing a sheet of paper with a pen in his hand as we approach him gingerly.

"Good evening, gentlemen," a sultry voice purrs out.

The three of us whip our heads to the right to find a woman appearing seemingly out of nowhere, dressed for the occasion. She is wearing a black and read corset that enunciates her bountiful breasts, the lace creating intricate patterns hidden from us by the darkness of the area. Thigh-high stockings adorn her long, shapely legs and six-inch black heels with glow-in-the-dark skulls sit snugly on her feet. Around her neck is a simply black collar, the leash attached to it thrown haphazardly over her shoulders.

"Armoured Titan," she whispers with a seductive smile as her eyes land on Reiner. "It's so good to see you again! I see you've brought some friends."

Reiner smiled proudly and says, "Yeah, the boys need to grow up sometime, you know. This is Rogue and Bright Eyes."

Because of the nature of the establishment, all patrons use aliases when attending parties to maintain anonymity. I selected Rogue as my name because, well…I am a bit of a stray bullet on the best of days. Armin, however, had fretted for hours over an appropriate alias that wouldn't be too suggestive or too nerdy, and once my patience wore thin I eventually signed him up as Bright Eyes because damn…Armin has the brightest, bluest eyes a person can possibly have.

"So beautiful," the woman murmurs as she notes Armin's delicate features. "A very apt name, indeed."

Armin blushes and allows the woman's lips to brush across his knuckles as she peppers delicate kisses on his hand while Reiner steps up to pay our admission fees. Once the woman is done ogling Armin, she turns to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"A pleasure to meet you, Rogue," she says with a smile. "I hope you two gentlemen enjoy your first night in Rome."

First and last, is what I want to say, but instead I opt to nod politely. Reiner gives the woman a quick kiss on the cheek before leading us further down the dark hallway and into his world.

As newbies, Armin and I had to attend a welcome presentation where the club rules were discussed. We were introduced to the dungeons masters – people who kept an eye on proceedings and ensured safe, consensual play – and were told the dos and don'ts as well as the ins and outs of the club. It was a quick little speech but by the time we were released back into the club, Reiner was immersed in his world.

Instead of the clothes we came in, Reiner sports dark, torn-up form-fitting jeans and heavy-looking biker boots. His torso is bare and there's a collar on his neck, attached to a leash that is currently being held by a frightening yet petite blonde girl whose eyes are fixed on Reiner possessively. The girl's torso is bare as well, with naught but a little 'X' constructed out of insulation tape covering her nipples. She has a well-built body, probably toned enough to rival Mikasa's, and is proudly strutting around barefoot with only a pair of panties on.

"That's uh…a sight to behold," Armin says as he hands me a drink.

One of the perks of this club – open bar. Free drinks all night. Oh, and a buffet spread that a student like me desperately needs.

"He's the one that brought us here now he's abandoning us," I say with a heavy sigh. I watch as Reiner answers the blonde girl's every beck and call as if he's her slave.

"Let's take a walk around the place and see what lies within," Armin suggests.

I laugh at his ominous wording before taking the lead. The club is well decorated to say the least. The decor is in line with the Roman way of doing things, with statues of naked men in strange poses standing beside majestic pillars that size to the roof. It is a somewhat ill-lit room with the only light coming from the stage at the front of the public play area, in addition to several fluorescent lights of various colors lining the walls. The atmosphere is…intimate, if I may be so bold, and many people are clearly lost in it.

On our tour of the club, we bump into one of the dungeon masters that introduced himself as The Commander minutes earlier. He is every inch a commander indeed; he is tall and muscular with a proud posture that could rival Reiner's, his blonde hair neatly slicked to the side and his sky-blue eyes focused and calculating beneath his thick brows. The smile that spreads on his face as he catches sight of Armin and I is nothing short of predatory, but I keep up the pretense that I'm comfortable lest he prey on my vulnerability.

"You two are newbies, am I correct?" he asks us. His voice is deep and authoritative, beckoning an answer even though I want to run for the hills.

"Yes," I answer.

A warm smile lights up his face then, all traces of his predatory menace gone. "The club's favorite dom/sub couple will be doing a public whip play in a few minutes. You two should watch it…it isn't often that they come out to play in the public eye."

"Whip play?" Armin questions.

Although the name of the game is pretty self-explanatory, I can't help but pay attention as Erwin explains the dynamics of whip play to Armin.

"It is exactly what it sounds like," Erwin starts, and I can see Armin shudder as if he doesn't want to hear another word. "Generally whips are used as a form of 'punishment' for the sub and whippings can be administered gently or harshly. In this instance, however, our favorite dom is a bit of a…how do I put this nicely…extreme sadist. In fact, he is so sadistic that his subs don't often stay with him for very long because of his…administrations. This lady, however, has been his sub for months, the longest anyone has ever dared stay with him."

"So…this guy is basically going to whip a woman?" Armin confirms.

"That's correct," Erwin replies with a soft smile. "Rest assured, it is consensual. After all, everyone has their own definition of pleasure, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Armin whispers unsurely.

Erwin bids us farewell and wishes us the best for the evening, reminding us to enjoy some dinner whenever we are ready. I can already tell that Armin has no desire to watch the whip play but he will if I go…neither of us wants to be alone and since Reiner has abandoned us, I suppose we have to stick together for the rest of the night.

We find ourselves with front row seats to what many regular members of the club are saying will be an absolute treat. I am a little skeptical about this and Armin is downright against it, but nonetheless we take our seats and watch as the woman about to be whipped is lead to the stage by one of the dungeon masters that was introduced as The Original Zoe.

If it were the fit brunette that will be subjected to the whipping, I think I would've been able to stomach the idea better but when I see the petite woman walking beside her, my mind goes blank. She is a small, delicate-looking strawberry-blonde with wide, innocent eyes and a beautiful face. I may be gay but hell, that girl is gorgeous. She is short, her hair is tied up in a neat bun and her skin is flawless and pale from top to bottom of her soft yet athletic figure. I watch, gobsmacked, as Zoe gently places a blindfold over the woman's eyes, whispering something into her ear as the silky strip of fabric is secured over her eyes.

"Is she the sub?" Armin asks me with a horrified tone to his voice.

"It looks like it," I reply.

"Holy cow…"

We both watch keenly as the sub wrists are bound to a bar above her, her body clad in naught but a bright pink pair of panties. The dungeon master is continuously whispering to the sub as she is secured, reassuring caresses gliding over her silky skin as she is prepared for what is to come.

"I don't think I can watch this," Armin whispers.

I want to agree but I can't find the words. A part of me is deathly curious to see who the sadistic man is who gets a kick out of whipping a bound, blindfolded woman. I want to see what he looks like, how he behaves but more importantly I want to see how it is physically possible to enjoy something so heinous.

Keeping an open mind, I stay rooted in my spot. Almost every single member of the club has gathered before the little stage so this has to be something phenomenal. I've never been exposed to these sorts of things before so I cannot judge if I'll like what I see just yet. Although I doubt it.

Suddenly, the dungeon master steps away from the sub and stands off to the side like a schoolgirl awaiting a scolding, and even though the sub cannot see I notice that she stiffens as if an arctic breeze has frozen her in place. Looking around for the reason for the change in the demeanor of the women, I find nothing out of the ordinary except…

Holy shit.

That has got to be the hottest man to have ever walked this planet.

Wearing nothing but hurriedly ripped denim shorts, the epitome of masculinity saunters onto the stage with a rigid posture and eyes focused solely on the bound woman. His hair is as dark as the midnight hour, shaved at the back with long, silky strands falling lusciously over his face. The muscles beneath his pale skin could only have been carved by the hands of the gods themselves, every rise and ridge visible in the ill-illuminated room as he ghosts towards his sub with an elegance that should be illegal.

Oh and his face.

Fuck…

His jawline is sharp and clearly defined, his chin pointed as his skin absolutely flawless. But his eyes. Dear lord, those eyes. They are dark and brooding yet sharp and focused, his thin brows creased above them as he scrutinizes the bonds holding his plaything in place. He looks like a predator, like a creature built for the kill and his eyes hold the depthless bounty of his lust for inflicting pain.

He is the embodiment of power – raw, primal, unadulterated power.

"Shit," I hiss.

"That's him," Armin whispers beside me but I dare not remove my eyes from the man known only as Heichou.

I watch as his large hands caress every inch of the bound woman's body, fingers trailing lightly over her skin as his lips move beside her ear. She squirms at his words, her body trembling in anticipation as he sensually massages her exposed skin. My mouth goes dry at the thought of the dirty things he must be whispering to her, wondering what words could possibly make the woman rub her thighs together in a desperate attempt to create friction on her most neglected part.

After a long moment wherein he'd made the woman quiver and quake with his enticing hands and sultry words, he turns and walks to the opposite end of the stage where he retrieves a black whip that is easily three meters long. His fingers delicately inspect the length of his tool, sharp eyes searching for flaws in what will deliver the pain the bound woman so desperately seeks.

Satisfied, he takes the whip in his right hand and raises it above his head. With his back still facing the sub, giving the audience a perfect view of his flawless profile, he starts to swing the whip above his head like the rotors of a helicopter. I watch as the whip gathers momentum, its velocity through the air stirring up a low whistling sound as it is propelled ever faster through the air. The every muscle in his body strains and flexes as he swings the whip above him, rippling mouth-wateringly and bare for all our hungry eyes to feast upon. After a few seconds of swinging the large whip through the air, the man lunges forward and his arm shoots out, sending the whip before him in a pointed cascade of black leather that cracks through the air with a deafening snap.

I flinch at the ear-splitting thunder reverberating through the room, noting how the sub stiffens at the sound before quivering once again. He glances back at her and a barely noticeable smirk tugs at his thin lips before he raises the whip and repeats his actions several times more.

My eyes are between Heichou and his sub as the cracking of the whip grows ever louder. I watch how he observes her reactions to the sounds, his eyes excited and satisfied as the woman quivers and moans in anticipation. It takes a few more strikes at the air for me to realize what he is doing…

He's psyching her up for her punishment.

Sadistic indeed.

At the end of it all, the sub's back looks worse for wear; red lines streak across her back, welts forming on her smooth skin and blood trickling down her back, the deep crimson trails creating a stark contrast against her milky skin. Armin had left only minutes into the play, unable to stomach the sight of the woman's pain despite her having been brought to an earth-shattering climax through Heichou's ministrations.

I had been unable to move the entire time. The man's bored expression never faltered once as he delivered the blows to the woman, some teasingly soft and the others frighteningly ruthless. It was only the excited glint in his eyes that betrayed his enjoyment, and that glint is what kept my own eyes glued to him the entire time. I loved seeing him, watching him, and at times found myself wishing it was me bound, blindfolded and being subjected to his sweet tortures. But alas, he only had eyes for his sub, and once the play ended his sadistic nature quickly dissipated into a nurturing one.

After removing the bonds on the sub's wrists and laying her face-down on a medical bed, the dungeon master caresses the abused woman's hair lovingly, holding her gently as words are whispered to her once more. I watch with keen eyes as Heichou's hands delicately clean the wounds he'd created, washing them carefully before towel-drying the woman and gently applying anti-bacterial cream to her torn flesh. The excited glint in his eyes is no more, replaced now by that ever-bored expression hiding the tenderness his hands is displaying.

Once his sub is clean, Heichou's hands and lips replace the dungeon master's and once again I find myself fixated and longing as he gently runs his fingers through her hair, whispering something to the woman that has her nodding fervently and her body relaxing more by the second. A long while passes before he assist his sub to her feet, and the sheer elated bliss in her eyes has me wishing, once again, that I could trade places with her. Heichou promptly hands the woman over to the dungeon master before sauntering off towards the bathroom, never looking back as Zoe leads the unstable woman off the stage.

Just what is this guy?

How Reiner had roped Armin into a conversation that he actually seems interested in, is beyond me. I watch for a minute as Armin engages the blonde whose fingers are still tightly curled around Reiner's leash before making my way to the heated indoor swimming pool. I don't want to involve myself with whatever those guys are doing – or about to do if Reiner's excited eyes are anything to go by – so I decide to have a swim by myself.

Everyone in the pool is naked so I have no problem stripping myself bare to hop in. I'm comfortable with my naked body, mainly because even when flaccid, I must admit I pack a pretty impressive package. But maybe that's just my fragile male ego trying to keep itself alive. Either way, I promptly free myself of my clothing, folding them neatly and placing them on a dry spot at a level above the main swimming pool.

It is then that I notice a figure sitting in one of the smaller pools on the higher level. In the shadows of the dark room, I can't tell much other than that the figure is definitely male. Yet despite the lack of clarity, I can't help but find myself drawn to this person; I stare unashamedly at him, willing him to reveal his face simply to quell the mystery of who he is.

And when he looks up, my breath catches in my throat.

It's him.

Heichou.

His sharp eyes have me rooted in place as they gaze upon me, an undeniable flash of interest passing them as he stares. I feel heat rise in my cheeks and other places as he glares, his eyes dark and hungry on me. An immeasurable amount of time passes before those fingers I so desperately want all over my body rise from the water and beckon me towards him with slow, precise rolls.

I can't ignore a man like him. He is the definition of power, the very existence of it, and my disobedience will be nothing but disrespectful. Swallowing hard, I slowly slip into the pool before him, watching the interest in his eyes grow as my naked body is covered by the darkness of the water. I wallow over to where he sits in a dark corner, feeling my heart hammer in my chest as I close the distance between the damn gorgeous man that I want to ravish me.

"You're new," he states, his voice deep and powerful as it echoes off the walls of the room.

I feel myself shudder at the weight of his voice and can only nod in response, feeling the dominating aura emanating from him with such potency that it quells me to submit to him.

"Name?"

"Rogue," I whisper.

His interest in me has me hot in all the right ways, my focus now solely on him as I forget that half a dozen others can probably hear and see our exchange.

He grabs me then, his large, calloused hands locking on my wrists and yanking me towards him while spinning me around so that my back is facing him. With a gasp, I collide with his rock-hard, chiseled torso, my thighs sinking down onto his lap and my ass brushing against what is undoubtedly his erect cock. I swallow hard as his hands lock on my hips, holding me in place against his arousal and causing a violent wave of heat to tear through my body, waking my hormones with desperate fervor.

"Why Rogue?" he questions, causing me to shudder violently as his breath ghosts across my wet skin. He licks the shell of my ear sensually before whispering, "What makes you a rogue, hmm?"

"Uh…"

I can't answer that; I can't speak, I can't even think! His hands are gripping my thighs painfully and I can feel his cock throbbing against my ass, coaxing my own cock to hardness as he holds me in place. He doesn't wait long before he decides he doesn't care for an answer, on hand releasing my hip and sliding forward to fist my cock. I hiss at the sudden pressure around my shaft, my body instinctively jerking toward the heavenly stimulation.

"Don't run from me, Rogue," he purrs, allowing his other hand to glide across my torso to latch onto one of my erect nipples. "I want to fuck you."

A low moan escapes my lips as he abuses the little buds on my chest one after the other, his fingers hard and relenting as he ferociously pumps my cock. Torn between feeling pleasure and pain, I can do nothing but writhe in the man's lap and fall victim to his ministrations, letting him do as he pleases to me despite not knowing his name. I feel his teeth graze across the nape of my neck and my body stiffens at what I hopes he does next.

And boy, does he deliver.

His teeth latch onto my sensitive skin as he bites down hard on my nape, causing my back to arch and my head to fall back onto his shoulder as I cry out in pure bliss. The fire of the pain of his bite shoots through my veins, compounding on the overwhelming amount of arousal consuming me and setting my entire body ablaze. He releases the pressure on his jaw for just a millisecond before his teeth tear into my skin once more, causing me to cry out loudly once again as another mind-numbing surge of heat rockets through my already burning body.

Distracted from the pain and pleasure as it tangos within me, I barely register his next move until I feel his thick cock penetrating the tight ring of muscles in my ass. I cry out once again but this time it is from sheer agony, and the sadist behind me simply bites down harder on my nape as he shoves his cock into my un-lubricated ass in one fell swoop. Confused by the pleasure on my neck and the pain in my ass, I am unable to even breathe as I feel his cock begin to slide in and out of me with impressive strength.

"Shh," he coos before licking the blood on my neck. "Don't scream unless you say my name."

My mind shuts down. The pain engulfing my body rivals the pleasure of his agonizingly slow thrusts to the point where I can barely breathe. The water around our bodies have become stormy from the motions of his hips rolling against me, splashing loudly against the side of the pool as my body bounces up and down against his.

He purposefully misses my prostate with each thrust, his teeth once again latching onto my skin in the same place as before. A numbing pain engulfs me and I all but go limp against him, causing him to chuckle humorlessly and increase the pace and depth of his thrusting.

The heat in the room is dizzying and my heart is galloping in my chest; my vision begins to blur as his cock continues to piston in and out of me with the clear purpose of his own satisfaction. I mewl pathetically and writhe in his clutches, desperate to angle myself so that he can at least just touch my prostate at least once. I'm desperate as I chant his name, my breathlessness making it hard to distinguish the syllables in the exotic title he owns.

"Want this?" he asks as he thrusts against my prostate with exhilarating precision.

White-hot pleasure tears through me and my eyes roll back in my head as the jab to my pleasure spot sends smoldering need straight to my cock. I feel it lurch against me and my stomach curl nauseatingly as the pressure of him inside me increases tenfold with my spasm of undiluted ecstasy.

"Yes!" I cry out loudly, uncaring of those witnessing my sinful act.

I hear him grunt in my ear as I cry out, the desperation in my voice satisfying as he continues to thrust relentlessly against that spot that is quickly bringing me to orgasm. Both his hands find my chest and his fingers pinch my nipples painfully, bruising them as he abuses them while fucking me with the hunger of a man deprived. His teeth find my shoulder and the over-stimulation of pain assaulting my body quickly pushes me over the edge, an earth-shattering orgasm suffocating me in its clutches.

My cock lurches as I cum, my entire frame shuddering violently against the man as he continues to thrust into me despite the resistance of my clenching. It feels like I release for hours, my orgasm prolonged by his relentless assault on my prostate and exacerbated by his hot seed shooting deep within me.

As soon as his release is over, I feel him tear himself from within me and unceremoniously toss me beside him in the pool. In the wake of my bliss, I can barely register his brooding eyes as they meet with mine, the darkness in them suffocating and exhilarating despite my satisfaction.

"I never said you could cum," he growls.

I don't really care what that means at the moment. My body is still twitching and my heart pounding painfully in my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the euphoria of my climax consumes my body. A large hand cups my chin and his eyes bore into mine, the malevolence in them frightening if only I had the brain capacity to register it.

"I'm going to punish you for that," he states before releasing my chin. He straightens up then, revealing his wet, ripped torso for my hungry eyes to see. "You have five minutes to get to the bondage room. Do not make me wait, Rogue."

With that, he leaves the pool, oblivious to my delirium. I watch him wrap a towel around his waist and leave the room, the haze of my post-orgasmic bliss slowly lifting as his words replay in my mind on repeat. Only after several minutes of wondering does the gravity of the situation occur to me, and with the realization, I jolt upright as a numbing sense of fear encapsulates me.

"You're fucked," the familiar voice of Reiner bellows from the lower level of the pool,

laughter clear ringing behind his words.

He's going to punish me…

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