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Levi hurriedly made his way back to the train, moving quickly and quietly, his eyes darting nervously around every corner. He carried guilt in his chest for fleeing from possible companions. The red-head girl seemed nice enough, and there was a sense of familiarity when it came to the girl with pigtails. It was nice, he admitted, to encounter human beings that weren't plagued with whatever disease had spread through Prehevil. The boy had been traversing his old hometown for hours, fighting off grotesque creatures all while trying to evade his childhood traumas. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he had anyone else with him – maybe then he’d have the guts to explore the old orphanage.
Right now, he had other things to worry about.
He needed to focus on survival. He needed to find food and enough bullets to get him through this nightmare. He needed to somehow find a way to handle his withdrawals.
And he needed to piss.
He needed to go quite badly, but the constant threat of danger kept him on edge. His bladder had been a persistent nagging presence for a while. With nowhere to relieve himself, he ignored his urges. Levi didn’t dare try relieving himself somewhere in town. At any moment a moonscorched monster could jump out at him. The woods didn’t seem like a very safe option either. The one hut he’d found was too rancid and disgusting to step foot in for more than a second. The stench alone made him retch.
Levi hoped there would be an available bathroom on the train for him.
As he returned to the train, he rushed past the girl with glasses, who sat by her lonesome outside. Levi pitied her. She didn’t seem the type to actively want solitude. She appeared to be frail and delicate, somehow more than him.
The fog from the early morning still hadn’t rolled away completely, though thankfully it was a little easier to see. The train casted eerie shadows from the dim light. Upon approaching, Levi’s heart began to race faster. He hurried up the steps and slipped inside, the relative quiet of the train car a welcome reprieve from the outside horrors.
Inside, the train was eerily silent. Levi could hear his own frantic blinking. He moved cautiously through the narrow aisles, his footsteps muffled by the carpet beneath him. He passed by empty seats, some personal belongings thrown about.
Relief washed over him as he crossed to another car, one he remembered having a bathroom. Just as he reached for the handle, a loud clatter echoed from further down the car. He froze, his body tensing up as he held his breath to listen. The train was vacant when he entered. He assumed someone had gotten on. For a moment he considered ignoring it to tend to his needs, but the survival instincts drilled into him over the years wouldn’t allow it. The ache in his bladder was worse than it was moments ago, but having to be on the battlefield for hours, sometimes even days without proper rest, Levi was more than capable of holding his pee for a few minutes longer.
Carefully, he crept away from the door and slowly moved towards the source of the noise, readying his rifle. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat reminding him of the fragile line between life and death. As he neared the next car, a chill went up his spine. He peaked through a crack in the door and saw movement in the dim, flickering lights. A light shadow passed between piles of luggage, too quick for him to identify.
Holding his gun tighter, he pushed the door open just enough to slip through. As he ventured through, every sense in his body was on high alert. He began to wonder if he had been followed. He wasn’t sure if he’d rather be chased by a contestant or one of the many monsters roaming the lonely Prehevil streets.
A shuffling sound behind him caused him to stiffen in response. He barely had a moment to react before a shadow loomed over him.
“G-gah!” He yelped, turning slowly to face his tormentor. The imposing figure of the uniformed man blocked any chance of escape. Levi scanned the man’s uniform from head to toe, a rage burning within him. He could recognize the familiar eagle crest on the man’s hat from anywhere. He was face-to-face with someone from the Bremen Empire. To make matters worse, the man’s uniform signified he was a lieutenant, giving him more authority over Levi.
“At ease, soldier,” The older man said with a smirk, a gloved hand squeezing Levi’s shoulders. “You’re an antsy one, aren't ya?”
“Bremen pig,” Levi spat. The boy raised his weapon to the lieutenant, finger poised to pull the trigger. His grip was strong, turning his knuckles white. Before he could act, the other soldier quickly brought out his own weapon, aiming it directly between Levi’s eyes. It was a smaller pistol. Levi clearly had an advantage on whose gun was stronger. What he didn’t have an advantage over, however, was having the guts to use said gun.
The older man’s eyes narrowed, his smirk still remained. “That’s Lieutenant Pav to you,” he said, his voice low. “I’ve taken care of many of you Eastern Union scum, but the war is over now, yes? Let’s not act rash now.”
“I’m- I’m not afraid of you,” Levi lied, his voice trembling. He winced and took a step backwards, putting distance between the two like they were back in the trenches. His whole body trembled, and he wasn’t quite sure if it was because he was scared or because of how badly he needed to piss. Maybe it was a mix of the two. Either way, he wouldn't let his enemy spot his weakness. Instead he stood still, legs pressed tightly together, hands clenching the fabric of his coveralls by his upper thighs.
“I didn't call for attention, soldier,” The lieutenant seemed to understand the younger boy’s predicament, and Levi concluded he was acting a fool to embarrass him further. “You're quite the obedient one, though, eh?”
Levi remained silent.
“Drop your weapon,” Pav commanded. “Now.”
The ex-soldier took a deep breath before lowering his rifle. Obeying an enemy troop’s orders like an obedient little dog was somehow more humiliating than the fact he was close to pissing himself. He could've very easily blown the other man's head clean off if he wanted to. There was no way of knowing what Pav was thinking, or what he was capable of. Frankly, Levi didn't want to deal with this right now. He gently placed his rifle on the floor, hissing in pain as he bent over and applied pressure onto his swollen bladder.
The sound of the rifle hitting the ground echoed in the otherwise silent space. Pav’s eyes never left the young soldier.
“Good boy. Now kick it here,” Pav intrustructed, his voice steady and authoritative. His own pistol retreated back to its home in his pocket, offering Levi some sort of relief. “Don’t want you getting any ideas now.
Levi let out a quiet whine as he nudged the rifle over with his foot. He began to pick at a scab on his arm to distract himself from the pain in his lower stomach. Even the slightest movement had the boy feeling like he was going to piss himself. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, hoping the other man wouldn't notice. He couldn't show weakness. Not now.
Pavel watched Levi’s discomfort with a calculating gaze, his expression unreadable to the boy. The room’s tension was palpable. A silent standoff between the two soldiers. Levi tried his best to stand tall, to appear unaffected, but his body betrayed him with every twitch and quiver. The weight of his bladder was too much. He couldn't help but bend over a little. He clenched his trembling fists, his nails digging into his palms.
Without warning, Pav lunged forward, grabbing the younger boy’s wrists. Before he had the chance to properly react, Levi was spun around and pressed against the wall. The sudden movement resulted in a sudden dampness in his underwear. Panicked, he quickly squeezed his thighs together to prevent himself from losing control completely.
“Be still,” Pav murdered, his voice a low rumble. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a length of rope. Levi found it odd he just had that with him, but he supposed maybe it was useful in combat, and wasn't for completely nefarious reasons. Then again, this man was a wild card. There was no telling what went on through his mind.
The ex-soldier’s eyes widened, panic setting in. He tried to squirm, but Pav only tightened his grip, keeping him in place. The rope dug into Levi’s skin as it wrapped around his wrists, binding them together behind his back. The boy gritted his teeth, trying to focus on anything but the overwhelming pressure in his bladder. He felt the knot tighten, securing his wrists together. Another piece of rope was tied around his legs for extra security. He was then dropped onto the carpeted floor.
Pavel stepped back to admire his handiwork, chuckling at the defenseless soldier.
“Lookit you,” He taunted, voice dripping with mockery. “Hard to believe you were a soldier.”
Levi glared at Pav, his eyes a mix of fear and anger. His body trembled. He squirmed and writhed against the ropes
“What’s the matter, soldier?” Pav chuckled, kneeling down to meet the boy’s level. “You seem uncomfortable.”
Levi bit his lip, refusing to give Pavel the satisfaction of seeing him break. He met the other man’s gaze, his eyes burning with defiance. As the seconds ticked by, the pressure became more unbearable. A single tear fell from his cheeks, and he cursed under his breath.
Levi’s cheeks burned with humiliation. The dampness in his underwear spread, and despite his best efforts, a trickle of urine escaped. By the time he managed to stop the flow, there was already a noticeable stain on the front of his coveralls. He clenched his eyes shut as if that would shut out the rest of the world.
If only it was that easy.
Pavel chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement. “Well, well, well,” he reached out to wipe the tear away. “Looks like you’re in quite the predicament.
“Please,” Levi whispered. ‘L-let me go- I can’t-”
“Can’t what, hm? Speak up.” Pav was well aware of the other boy’s situation. He just thrived on the other’s humiliation. He wanted to drag this out as far as he possibly could.
“I can’t hold it.”
Pav’s eyes lit up, his face displaying an expression of cruel amusement. “Then don’t.”
Levi shook his head. He curled into a fetal position, squeezing his thighs together as tight as he possibly could. He refused to give the older man the satisfaction he was looking for. Although he was fighting a losing battle at this point.
Pav placed a hand on Levi’s head to ruffle his hair, while his other was on his lower abdomen.
Levi opened his mouth to speak, only for his words to be replaced with a whine as the hand on his stomach was pressed down. It was a light press, but with how full he was, it was enough to make him lose control for a second once again.
“St-stop!” Levi cried out. There was something weirdly pleasurable about all this, but Levi would never admit that, especially not to an enemy. It was bad enough he’d let himself get into this situation. He should’ve just blown the other’s head off while he had the chance. Now he was stuck here, tied up, helpless, with another man’s hand on his bladder. It was uncomfortable, yet there was a familiar tingling between his legs. There was something weirdly pleasurable about this humiliation.
The other man’s smirk grew wider, sensing the subtle shift in Levi’s demeanor. Pav pressed down harder, watching the younger boy squirm and whimper. “What’s the matter? Nobody’s stopping you. You can go any time.”
The ex-soldier’s face was a mixture of agony and mortification. His body trembled uncontrollably. He tried his best to hold on, tried to keep some semblance of dignity, or what little he had left, but his body was betraying him. His bladder was reaching its limit and there was nothing he could do about it.
With a shuddering breath, he let go. Warmth spread down his legs as he lost control, urine soaking through his pants and pooling into the carpet beneath him. The shame was unbearable, but so was the growing arousal. The wetness of his pants made the outline of his twitching cock very visible.
Pav leaned back, watching the scene with a satisfied grin. “Good boy,” He said in a mocking, yet weirdly soothing tone. In any other situation, Levi would’ve found it comforting. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it? Do you feel better now?”
Levi couldn’t bring himself to respond. He was utterly defeated, his body shaking with the aftereffects of both the physical release and the emotional toll. Sniffling, he curled into himself in an attempt to hide from the world, but the reality of his situation was inescapable.
“I can’t just keep you in these clothes now, can I? You’ll get sick.” Pavel made his way back towards Levi, The boy hoped the other soldier had a fresh pair of clothes for him, but he knew better than to let his hopes up. Something in his gut told him his torment wasn’t over just yet. “I can’t just leave you with this, either.” Pav motioned towards the tent in Levi’s pants. It wasn't long before Pav laid behind him, almost in a spooning position. However, the older man’s hardon poking Levi’s rear erased any ideas of wholesome intentions.
The wandering hand of the Bremen soldier slowly made its way up Levi’s chest to hastily pull at the collar of his coveralls, popping open a few buttons in the process, exposing the younger boy’s pale skin. The cold leather of his gloves dragged along Levi’s chest, drawing goosebumps and shivers. Restrained and powerless, all Levi could do was squirm as a futile attempt to escape from the inevitable. His protests came out in choked cries, desperate and pleading, as the wet fabric of his coveralls was peeled from his trembling thighs.
Every sound in the dimly lit cart seemed amplified - the soft rustle of clothing, the click of a belt buckle, the soft murmur of breathing. Levi’s heart pounded in his chest, reminding him of how helpless he really was. He knew what was coming next. He silently prayed to All-Mer that his suffering would just end already, but deep down he knew there’d be no divine intervention.
“No! No, no! Don't- Please! P-please don't!” Levi begged, as if it'd do anything. In the end, it was all hopeless. All this squirming and crying did was fuel Pavel’s and - unfortunately - his own arousal. This was all just a game to Pav. A game Levi found himself playing into. Yet he still tried to fight off the other soldier and his own growing arousal.
Pavel’s hand moved with a deliberate slowness, as if he was savoring the control he had over the young soldier. His gloved fingers trailed down Levi’s side, lingering at the waistband of his underwear before pulling them down. The fabric fell away, leaving Levi even more exposed and vulnerable. Pav’s other hand reached for his own trousers, the sound of his zipper cutting through the silence. The whole ordeal already aroused Pav enough, his cock coated with a layer of precum. He positioned himself at Levi’s entrance, teasing him and basking in the boy’s tense body and shivers.
“Good boy. Doesn't that feel good?” Pav whispered, his breath hot on Levi’s ear. The words made Levi’s stomach twist in a mixture of revulsion and unwanted desire. He hated how much the phrase “good boy” affected him, and how a small part of him craved to hear it more. Pav pushed forward, his cock sliding into the boy’s hole with ease.
Pavel’s grip tightened on the boy’s hips, holding him in place as he began to thrust, drawing cries and moans from the younger boy’s throat. Each movement was calculated to elicit response from his captive. Levi bit down on his lip, trying to suppress his own moans, ashamed of how his body reacted to the abuse. Tears welled up in his eyes as he began to grind himself against the air. Maybe if he came soon enough, Pav would stop. At least that’s what he told himself. It was only him trying to justify the arousal he was experiencing.
Levi’s mind raced as he tried to dissociate from the horrible act, but the sensations were impossible to ignore. He was forced to bear through the Bremen soldier’s grunts, his own muffled cries. The older man’s breath was hot and heavy on his neck. It made his hairs stand up on end. Each thrust was to remind Levi of the power Pavel held over him.
“That’s it, good boy,” Pav murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re taking it so well.” The words were mocking, yet they still sent shivers through Levi’s body. Clenching his eyes to focus on anything but the current situation was impossible. The heat, the friction, the involuntary pleasure - it was all too much to handle.
Finally, Pavel’s movements became erratic. His breaths came in sharp gasps as he plowed into Levi. The tension built, the inevitable climax approaching. With one final thrust, Pavel grunted, his release filling Levi. The warmth of the other soldier's load finally forced an orgasm out of Levi, too. The lieutenant’s grip loosened before he pulled himself away, leaving Levi feeling hollow and used.
Levi laid there, trembling and trying to process what had just happened. The room had gone silent, except for Levi’s ragged breathing. He felt an assortment of mixed emotions. Anger, shame, fear. He hated himself for how he reacted. Why didn’t he just fight back? Why did he let an enemy soldier violate him like that? Was he really that weak? All he could do was lay there, broken and defeated, hoping to be untied.
“Good boy, kid,” Pavel chuckled as he got himself dressed, acting as if nothing had happened. His voice was full of condescension that even Levi could understand. “Well, I’ll be off now. Someone else can deal with ya”
With that, the Bremen soldier left the room, leaving Levi alone with his own thoughts and lingering shame, his coveralls halfway off and covered in his own fluids. He curled up, burying his face into the coarse fur of the carpet. Tears finally spilled over as he tried to make sense of the violation. The pain and humiliation would haunt him, a scar on his soul that would never heal, much like all the war memories. In that moment, all he could do was lie there and cry, violated and alone, the weight of everything pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.