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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/Erwin_Smith
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert, Erwin_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Light_Bondage, Rimming, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-08 Words: 3659
****** The Charm of Intimidation ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     To Armin Arlert,
     Come to my quarters at nine this evening. You should not wear
     anything underneath your clothes.
     This is not an official summoning, but I shall be expecting you.
     Burn this letter once you have read it.
     Sincerely,
     Erwin Smith
The letter had been burnt, as instructed. Upon first receiving it, opening the
seal and reading it through, he had felt that it must have been a jest. But
there was no mistaking the commander’s handwriting or signature, and so Armin
had held the letter in his hands, shaking, before setting it aflame.
Now he stood outside of the commander’s quarters. Wearing casual clothing, no
underwear on beneath, he had followed the letter’s instructions flawlessly.
There was still time to turn back, but he had never really wanted the choice to
deny the commander what he desired.
Erwin opened the door at nine, after Armin had stood silently outside of it for
five minutes straight. He was let inside, and removed his shoes before
following Erwin through the hall, the small living quarters, and into the bed
chamber. A few candles had been lit, standing on the desk and windowsill. The
blinds had been pulled down, and the bed made ready for the night. Erwin
stopped in the middle of the room, standing next to the four-poster bed, and
Armin halted his steps in the doorway.
“I am glad you decided to show,” Erwin said pleasantly. He had a way of
speaking so politely, yet never showing any of his proclaimed happiness in his
eyes. Sometimes, Armin had noted his lips twitching into a smile, but mostly,
the commander kept a calm façade.
“I burnt the letter, sir,” Armin assured him, even though he hadn’t been asked.
A twitch smile from Erwin’s side was followed by his words; “That’s good to
hear. You are a very obedient boy.”
The word boy was condescending for a soldier to hear, but Armin didn’t take it
to heart. There was always a reason why Erwin spoke the way he did, and finding
out the true meaning of his words had become a habit for Armin. I am glad you
decided to show was Erwin saying “had you not come, I would have been very
displeased with you”, for instance.
But it was not just to end up in Erwin’s good graces he had decided to come.
His natural curiosity had been the main contributing factor.
“I only act as a soldier should,” he replied.
“Indeed. Though many of the soldiers lack that conviction,” Erwin said. “You
are a very exceptional boy.” He made a nod back with his head. “Take off your
shirt.”
The sudden command caught Armin off guard, and he felt a blush spread across
his cheeks. He had never been asked to strip least in the infirmary, but the
setting was incomparable. Even though he was still clothed, the mere wording
made him feel vulnerable.
“May I ask the reason why, sir?” he asked.
Erwin might have smirked at that. “Use your critical thinking, Armin. Why would
I ask you to come here without anything underneath, and ask you to strip?”
Swallowing, Armin said: “I understand the intention, sir. I do not comprehend
the reasoning.”
He stood his ground firmly, though half of him wanted to escape, when Erwin
suddenly advanced towards him. The commanders stopped just a foot away, the
height difference being significantly embarrassing for Armin.
“I feel very fortunate to have a subordinate like you, Armin,” Erwin confessed.
His large hands were placed on Armin’s shoulders, almost like a threat, but
also a comfort. “Your intellectual input has been most helpful for our cause.
However, there are other things I appreciate about you than your mind. You have
a very young body, and a very sensual voice. I like to imagine that you would
be very loud, were I to lie with you.”
His words were masqueraded partly behind eloquence, but Armin could only hear
the words “fuck you hard”, when Erwin spoke with such raw power. It intimidated
him, and yet, he had no desire to resist.
“Sir,” he started, fighting his blush as he convinced himself to continue. “I
think… I would disappoint you. I am a virgin.”
“When you are older, and desire a young man many years your junior, you will
look back to those words and laugh,” Erwin commented. “Your virginity is a
selling point when you’re young. And I wish to mentor you in more ways than for
military gains.”
The words took their sweet time to process, but when Armin felt ready, though
nervous enough to shake with his entire body, he nodded. Erwin took a step
back, and watched Armin’s hands unbutton one button after another, starting
from the top and working his way to the bottom. His milky skin revealed was
marred by the straps of the 3D manoeuvre gear, a common issue with young
soldiers, and a secret attraction of Erwin’s. He watched the red strap of
bruised skin crossing Armin’s chest intimately, as the shirt was discarded.
“Now take off your pants,” was Erwin’s next command. With hands even more
trembling, Armin tried to open his belt buckle. When it took to long for him to
so nervously attempt it, Erwin was quick to assist, with steady hands sliding
the belt off, and letting it fall to the ground. Armin stared down at the floor
with red cheeks as he opened his pants, and slowly pulled them down, until
gravity did the rest and he stood with them on a pile by his feet, nude and
exposed.
Erwin’s hand was hot against his shoulder, as he gently caressed the naked
skin. He slid his hand down Armin’s slender arm, feeling the sort of minimum
strength hidden in the slightly defined muscles, as his eyes raked the boy’s
body.
It felt humiliating to stand in his commander’s office by the value of his
physical appearance, but Armin was silent in his protests. Part of him almost
enjoyed the attention, thinking of whom it was who was touching him, but his
fear of disappointing the man made him too hesitant to focus on anything else.
“Lie down on the bed,” Erwin commanded him. His voice had a husky, frightening
quality to it, one Armin didn’t dare disobey. For this as well, there was a
reason to be submissive, though he wondered how far it would go before he
wanted out.
The sheets were freshly cleaned, and smelt of grass, a wonderful scent of
spring and freedom. Armin felt awkward, lying down on it, so he had his elbows
propped up as he lay on his back, eyeing the commander and awaiting either a
swift end, or a dangerous second command.
Right before the bed, Erwin stopped, his controlled eyes and even expression
revealing nothing as he looked over Armin again. His shadow was cast over
Armin’s smaller body, as he swiftly removed his tie, and dropped it on the bed.
Next, he opened his shirt, button by button. His torso was firm, wide, and
strong. Witnessing it exposed just for Armin’s sake should be privilege, but
whatever he was feeling, it was not pure gratitude.
After removing the belt, but keeping his pants on, along with his opened shirt,
Erwin spoke. “Would you prefer me fully nude, Armin?”
It was a trick question. Letting him keep on parts of his clothing made Armin
appear even more vulnerable in comparison, but asking the commander to strip
felt like move which required far more arrogance than Armin possessed.  It
didn’t boil down to what would be the right answer to give, he realized. The
question was only if he wanted to see what Erwin looked like naked, or not.
“Please,” he requested. “Naked, sir.”
A twitch of a smile flickered across Erwin’s face, and then he had dropped his
shirt to the floor, and opened his pants. Like Armin, he had neglected
underwear for the evening. But unlike him, he was well hung, every bit of a
grown man, and his sex was already hard. Armin wished that he could focus on
the strong thighs, on the broad shoulders or the firm torso. Yet his eyes could
only look at the cock, and his mind could only process its purpose.
Joining him on the bed, Erwin crawled up until he was lying almost on top of
Armin, standing over him on all four. His knees were on either sides of Armin’s
thighs, and his hands framed the boy’s face.  Armin willed his breathing to
calm, but keeping it steady was difficult, as Erwin’s own hot breath caressed
his face.
“You are of very much value to me, Armin,” he said. The way he said his name
was almost a lover’s whisper. “But it is not good if you fear me. Do you wish
us to stop?”
Armin knew what he was asking. It would be his final chance at backing out,
before it had properly started. If he just said a word, he wouldn’t have to do
anything more. He would be allowed to dress and leave, and they would both
forget about it, return to their normal schedules. The commander could probably
find someone else who was young and willing. It didn’t have to be him.
But as soon as he was given the option, he knew that it he had no desire for it
to stop. He was nervous, but not unsure of his lust. Commander Erwin was his
aspiration, his idol, the one man Armin thought shared his ideals, and wouldn’t
judge him for it. Arrogantly, Armin had entertained the thought of being
someone who mattered to Erwin. His chance to sate that lust was now.
“Sir, I want to continue,” he assured him, though his voice was weak, body
shaking, and breathing uneven.
“Good boy,” Erwin all but murmured, before he closed the distance between their
faces and claimed Armin’s first kiss.
It was tentative, and soft, softer than Armin had expected. Once the shock of
being kissed ceased, he kissed back, pressing his lips back against the
commander. The gentle, soothing act made him instantly calmer, and he closed
his eyes, letting himself only enjoy the moment.
Their kisses reminded him of something, but he didn’t realize what it was.
Taking his fear away, rueing him into a false sense of comfort, he became
spellbound, happily entrapped in the loving motion. Only when Erwin sucked on
his lower lip, and he felt the commander move one of his hands away from beside
his face, did he know something was amiss. And when Erwin suddenly plunged his
tongue into his mouth and grabbed Armin’s hands, tying the wrists above his
head with the tie he had picked up, Armin finally knew what the kissing
reminded him of. The calm before the storm.
Gasping for breath once the long kiss ended, Armin was given no chance to
recover before the commander had tilted his head to the side and sucked on his
neck. He struggled against the binding of his wrist, but realized soon that it
was useless. Erwin’s hands worked their way down his sides, while he kissed,
bit, licked and sucked on every part of the boy’s neck he found. The pressure
was painful, and Armin groaned. The hands on his hips moved to touch his half-
hard cock, and only then did he realize that the pain from the biting, and
restriction to his hands, were factors in his arousal.
Moaning, wantonly or no, felt embarrassing to do. Yet Armin recalled the
commander commenting on his voice, so he let it out, shamelessly expressing his
desires. With hard strokes of his cock, bringing him to a full erection, he was
graciously rewarded.
From then on, it all happened very quickly, in a jagged, but undeniably
calculated pace. He was flipped to his stomach, manhandled roughly, with the
strong hand of the commander stroking across his back and pushing him down.
When Erwin’s cock was grinded against his ass he let out a whine, but there was
too much touching of his body to distract him from thinking of its purpose.
Erwin moved down, sitting over his legs instead, and his hands soon followed.
Grabbing onto Armin’s ass painfully hard, he squeezed and fondled it as Armin
squirmed and gasped. He pulled up the boy’s hips so that the ass stood well
exposed in the air. The position felt like the most humiliating one yet, but
Armin didn’t struggle, not even internally, with how arousing it was. His ass
cheeks were spread, but he thought little off it, until Erwin leaned forward
and licked at his opening.
Immediately Armin’s entire body went rigid, but he had no time to linger on
first impressions. Erwin worked fast, as he pushed his tongue against the anus,
until the applied pressure made it give in and allow entrance. Soon the tongue
had pushed itself even further in, and the sensation Armin experienced was
indescribable.
Being taken by a tongue had never even crossed his mind, and yet there he was,
with a tongue moving inside of him as if though it was a kiss. To assist its
effect, Erwin moved his right hand to grab Armin’s cock, and he started to
stroke it, almost painfully hard, same as before, while his tongue fucked
Armin’s ass. The feeling of the tongue was intensified as he was simultaneously
jerked off, and as he tried to squirm and move, almost involuntarily, Erwin’s
firm hand on his ass kept him in place.
Not just embarrassing, not just humiliating, having his virginity taken by a
tongue felt dirtier than what he would have ever imagined. Feeling something so
slick, yet surprisingly solid plunge in and out of his ass was strange, and
wrong, but the more he thought of what it was, the more he thought of the fact
that it was the first time he had been penetrated, the more his body responded.
The mere fact that it should be considered dirty made him ache for more, and he
moved his body up against Erwin, shamelessly begging for it.
Positioned like that, with breathy uncensored moans quicker in succession, he
came hard. His seed splashed against his own stomach and trickled down to the
sheets behind him, and Erwin kept milking his cock until it was all out.
Armin panted, trying to catch his breath, but his hands were still tied, and
his hips still propped up, leaving him no time to relax. Soon Erwin had moved
him them to the other side of the bed, and Armin was flipped around, now facing
the commander head first, though he was still left lying on his stomach, with
his tied wrist above his head. Seated on spread knees, Erwin presented his cock
to him without restraint, and gave him an expectant look. Despite his
inexperience, Erwin seemed to expect Armin to flawlessly preform exactly how he
wished him to. The pressure was heavy to bear, but Armin wondered, briefly,
what would happen if he didn’t do well. Would he be punished? He wondered what
that would mean, in these circumstances.
Rather than finding that out, however, he was eager to excel. He wanted to make
the commander feel even better than he had just felt, coming in his hand, and
he wanted to try doing everything he had tried not to dream of. The positioning
of his head close to Erwin’s cock made the wordless instruction almost blatant,
and he understood it, without even knowing how he would do it.
With his hands tied he pushed himself up to stand on all four, and was then on
eye level with the large erection. He wished that his hands had been free so
that he could at least hold it down, but that wasn’t what Erwin had wanted, and
so he wouldn’t do it even if he still could. Instead he raised himself just
until his mouth was level with the tip, and he cast a quick look to Erwin’s
face, to see that he was doing correctly, before he took the head in his mouth.
There was a weird taste to the precum which almost made him gag, but he fought
through his disgust, and sucked. The groan leaving Erwin’s mouth was his first
direct sound, and a feel of power surged through Armin’s body. He hadn’t
thought to find it so exhilarating, but it the idea of him making someone like
Erwin break his cool aroused him more than he had thought possible after such a
short time following his orgasm. Excitedly, he forced himself to take even more
of Erwin into his mouth. His teeth scraped against it, but he quickly realized
that it must be unpleasant, so he opened his mouth wider, and slid the cock
down his throat.
Breathing through only his nose made him feel dizzy, but the moan of pleasure
the commander let out made his efforts worth it. To his best ability he moved
his tongue across the cock, caressing it whilst he sucked, a difficult, though
rewarding double task. When Erwin suddenly pulled out, he feared he done
something wrong, something displeasing, but with another passionate kiss, where
thinking of where their tongues had been shortly prior made him harder still,
he forgot his trail of thought.
“Good,” Erwin breathed, when he pulled apart. Their eyes met for the first time
of the evening, and Armin could see a hint of pleasure in the commander’s eyes
he had never witnessed before. “We are both prepared now.”
From what little Armin had learnt of sex between men, lubrication and
preparation was needed. Did Erwin think that saliva, and a tongue, had been
preparation enough? As he was again manhandled, pushed down on his back and
legs forcibly spread, he panicked, thinking it couldn’t have possible been
enough to save him from foretold pain.
Although, he thought when he looked up at the commander’s face, whose cock
aligned with Armin’s ass. Maybe he wouldn’t mind much the pain. Like his
humiliating positioning, his embarrassing sounds, their dirty acts, maybe he
would enjoy even this. And when Erwin read the acceptance in his eyes, again
there was a twitch of a smile, and a hard thrust inside.
Armin screamed, unable to keep it out of him, as he felt like his body was
split in two. Much harder, and much much larger than a tongue, even their
saliva offered no remedy for the fraction. The cock inside of him felt worse
than a sword, more intrusive than a blade through his chest, and hurt him more
than anything he could have imagined.
He must really be some sort of freak, he thought faintly, when Erwin started to
move. Despite the pain he felt with every single trust, his cock was still
hard, his breathing still heavy, and his lust for his commander still present,
still raw, and still undeniable.
Erwin’s hands were on his hips, and he forced his body to move to meet with his
own thrusting. If not for the pain leaving him almost immovable, Armin would
have tried to help, but as it was, he was a simple tool by then, a doll for
Erwin to move without a will of his own. The degrading thought made him moan.
He had been used and twisted ever since stepping inside of the commander’s
quarters, but as he was taken, fucked painfully into the mattress, he knew that
it had been because of his own desires. Erwin must have recognized it, seen
that Armin even unbeknownst to himself had wanted this. Being violated and
treated without care, bound and played with, Armin had enjoyed every moment of
it. His cock and dirty mind both screamed of his pleasure, and since it pleased
his commander so, he let out his voice, shame forgotten as he moaned in pain
and pleasure combined. The speed of the thrusting increased, but he was lost in
a daze, not so much recognizing the thrusting as he recognized the uncontrolled
image of desperation for more on the commander’s face. Had his hands not been
tied, he would have touched himself to that image.
Erwin came inside of him, his seed soiling Armin on the inside. His spent cock
was red with blood when it slipped out of the boy, but the bleeding had not
been serious enough to warrant attention. Just a few quick and violent ruts
against Erwin’s palm made Armin come again, and he was so out of it by the time
he was finished, he barely realized that blood and semen both were leaking from
his ass.
His hands were numb when they were released, and he didn’t make any effort to
move them from their position over his head. He simply stared at the white
satin canopy over the bed, and heard his heart pound loudly still.
The kiss planted on his lips barely registered to him, but he heard the words
spoken.
“I apologize for hurting you. I should have been gentler to a first timer.” He
wiped his blood stained cock on the sheets, dirty as they already were.
“I didn’t mind,” Armin assured him, though he wondered why there had even been
an apology. He had been convinced the commander had been in control of his own
actions the entire time.
“No,” Erwin smirked. “It would appear you didn’t.” He kissed Armin again, and
he lazily responded.
Exhausted in every way, it didn’t take many more sleepy kisses until Armin had
fallen asleep. His naked, filthy body was left as a perverse picture lying on
the stained sheets and covered in all things sexual, when Erwin left to wash
up. He decided to keep the image of Armin’s shamelessness for a moment longer,
and didn’t move to wake him, even when he was fully clean.
The virginity had indeed been a selling point, but the way Armin had performed
only made the price go up. Erwin looked fondly upon his treasured subordinate,
with a full, arrogant smile plastered on his face.
He would enjoy writing the instructions for the next letter Armin would have to
burn.
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