LIKE A PORNSTAR - AN ATTACK ON TITAN FANFICTION

IIII

The route is a familiar one-way freeway going North out of Shinganshia, exiting Marialand. We pass a mountain and reach farmland, passing by cows and barns ten over the speed limit. It has been an hour and we're just now reaching Trost. We have an hour to Stohess, Roseland.

I sink in my seat smoking a joint. Snoop Dogg adds to the high, his song 'Gin and Juice' creates a chill vibe. Connie gently takes the joint, popping it in the corner of his mouth. He rode low in his black Mustang, its engine roars through the flat greenery. He pulled off this 'thug' look well, even plays the role excellently. It was a facade at first, then it became a part of him. Not a single tattoo or piercing, his skin is virgin like his anus.

Once he hands the joint back, I ask, "Who is this guy?"

"His name is Darius Zackly." He smiles at the road. "A prestigious judge."

"A judge?! Of law?" My eyes widen.

"The highest, dude."

"You're dealing to a f*****g judge?"

"He's crooked, Eren, but respected. He is leverage."

I see Trost in the distance. We pass the exit to take another going East. "I'm here as a guest."

"Sure thing." Connie snatches the joint and rocks his head. "I'm sippin' on gin and juice."

Connie's Mustang climbs the elegant hills of Stohess. Trees cover the outskirts of the tight city. Deep into the forest are mansions unseen, most sitting on a riverbank. He turns up a street, reaching a huge silver gate. Connie looks at me. "The code is zero-four-zero-nine." He puts in the code and a green light shines. The gate slides right and Connie zooms through. We pass a country club before diving back into trees. Every house is gated and far from the street. One sits far from the club and closest to the bank. He pulls in, stopping at another silver, but smaller, gate. No keypad, he has to push the big red button and wait.

"Hello?" An older gentleman answers.

"It's Connie." He looks at me. "I have a guest, too."

"Connie!" The man exclaims. "Come on in, my boy!" The gate clicks and slides left. Inside, we roll through a garden before reaching an actual castle. I stare in disbelief by its size, it blocks the sun with its high points.

"Cool, huh?" Connie nods.

"It's beautiful." I say as he pulls around a fountain. The double, two-story door unlatches. A tall, big-bellied man in suspenders emerges from the castle. He had a beard and glasses, tucking his thumbs under the bands. There’s a cigarette in his smile and twinkle in his beady eyes. I get out, standing straight as the wind blows my hair. His smile fades upon seeing me.

“Oh my...”

Connie swings around the hood to stop next to me. “Sup, Zack!” He nudges me forward. “This is my friend, Eren.”

“Eren Jaeger.” Zack’s smile returns.

My face cringes. “You know me?”

“I have your juvenile records from when I was appointed in Shinganshia.” He takes the cigarette out his mouth. “Your face hasn’t changed.” His eyes scan down my body.”

Connie breaks into a laugh, nearly skipping up the stairs. “It’s nice to see you too, Zack.” He pats his shoulder as he goes inside.

I begin to walk, not dragging my feet nor lowering my head. When we meet, he grins, flashing his fresh teeth. “And I know you’re like me.”

I lift my chin. “Am I that popular?”

“You’re on your way, boy.” Zack licks his lips. I blink and head inside. Connie found the living room behind the grand staircase, already rolling a fat blunt on the coffee table. Zack looks over his work as I plop next to him. “What is this called?”

“Titan Piss.” Connie laughs. “I grew it myself. It’s an indica with a kick.”

“It smells nice.” He squats on the couch.

“Dank. It smells dank.”

“My mistake.” His eyes stay on me. “Eren, how has life been treating you?”

I shrug, feeling my body clench. My legs pinch together, and I try to take a deep breath. “It’s been going, I guess.” My eyelids lower. I look over and ask, “Did we smoke this already?”

“Yeah. I want Zack to try it.” He hands Zack the blunt.

“What’s the kick?”

Connie looks at me. “A dash of Molly.”

“f**k you, Connie.” I mumble a slur.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t ready to take Molly today.” My eyes wonder to a statue of a naked man.

“What is Molly?”

“Baby meth.” I chuckle.

“That’s one way to put it. It’s a party drug, Zack.”

“I like to party.” Zack takes a lighter and inhales.

I rub my hands up my thighs. A urge to piss makes me clench them. “Why do you keep staring at me?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Connie drops the blunt on the table, slowly eyeing me. I glance at him for half a second before returning to Zack. “Thanks?”

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, that was weird.” Connie picks up the blunt and smokes it.

“I’m just amazed by this guest you brought.” He leans back, spreading his arms on the couch.

I found myself blushing, trying to hide behind my long hair. “You’re being flattering.”

“Do you have a partner?”

My head shakes. “I don’t.”

Connie frowns at me. “You’re done with Mikasa?”

“Yeah...” My eyes lower.

“A girlfriend?” Zack nods. “Interesting.”

“Ex-girlfriend.” I rub my thighs. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Down the hall to the right.” He watches me rise and leave. “No snooping!” He shouts as I disappear into the maze.

The bathroom was easy to find, the first room down a small hallway across from his office. It’s massive, decorated with fancy paintings of naked men. I really did have to pee. Once I did, I found myself staring out the double window. The weed is soothing my mind, allowing me to close my eyes. When I open them, I pull my pants up and flush the toilet. I stare at myself as I wash my hands. At the door, I open gently shutting off the light. However, I’m caught off guard by Zack leaning against the wall.

“Are you okay, Eren?” He asks with his head lowered.

“Yeah...” I shut the door behind me and fall against it.

“You look tired. Have you been sleeping?”

I nod fast. “Yup.”

Zack smiles warmly. “You don’t have to be scared around me.”

“I’m not scared. I have anxiety.”

“You have more than anxiety.” He shakes his head. “None of it matters to me.”

My hands rub together as I sigh deeply. “What do you want?”

“You.” He grins. “I’ve always wanted a sugar baby.”

I widen my eyes. “Sugar baby?”

“I want to spoil you, Eren.”

“You also want to f**k me?”

He comes close. “Do you want to be f****d?”

I blink and nod. “I do.”

“How?” Closer, he comes. I can smell his minty breath with a kick of whiskey. “How do you want to be f****d?”

“Hard.” My eyes glued on his until they shut. “I like it intense.”

“I can do intense.”

I open them along with my mouth. This is some good s**t. “f**k me, Zackly.” He shoves me into the door, pinning my arms. “s**t,” I gasp. He hovers his lips over mine. I kiss him, locking my lips on his. He adds tongue, slurping past my teeth. My eyes roll back. There’s a tightness in my crotch. Zack touches there, causing my body to hitch. My thighs clench on his hand. I moan in his mouth, groaning as he squeezes.

“f**k, Eren.” Zack grabs my ass, massaging and spreading the cheeks through the cloth.

I back away. “Who told you about me?”

Zack smiles. “Shadis.”

I roll my eyes. “The Shadman? That bald b***h opened his mouth about being gay?”

“He confided in me because I’m gay.”

“And he said my name?”

“More than that, boy.”

I pinch in my shoulders, laughing softly. My head tilts to the side. “He paid me.”

“How much?”

“Two-hundred.”

“I can give you a grand if you’ll be my expirement.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to see how many ways to make you come.”

My jaw drops. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Zack laughs creepily. He comes in for another kiss, backing away to say. “You’re nasty aren’t you? Show me, please.”

“For a grand I’ll do anything.”

“Okay. Come with me.” Zack takes my hand and leads me down to the room at the end of the hall. It’s dark inside. He shuts the door before turning on a light. It’s just a normal bedroom, but there’s a certain smell in here. I bask in it, inhaling deeply. s*x.

He feels up my body from behind, gently guiding me to the bed. Cuffs dangle from the metal frames. I climb up the edge, purposefully sticking my ass up. I’m struck by his hand, whole body hitching violently. Again on the other cheek. He snatches my pants down and gives me a double smack. I gasp a high moan. “Goddammit.” Zack breathes heavy.

I hear metal clacking. Suddenly my hands are behind my back. My breathing increases as he clasp the metal around my wrists. I gasp into the mattress. There’s so much pressure in my crotch, my c**k twitches in my briefs. A fogginess forms over me, one that could lead me into an orgasm alone.

He removes my briefs. Cool air kisses my flexing asshole. His fingers stretch the ring of the brown star, tracing down my gouche to my tight balls. My c**k dances when he grips the shaft. I moan into the sheets as he strokes. My hips wiggle and my ass twerks. “Fuck.” Another smack. I wink at him without my eyes, enough to really set him off.

The hairs of his beard scratches between my cheeks. I gasp out loud. His tongue dips through my muscle and my eyes shut close. Zack strokes as he munches my asshole. This plus the weed sends me into a slutty euphoria. My shoulders slump and my body goes limp. Sounds of wet smacking fills the quiet air.

When he adds a finger, I come back to life. My hands ball into a fist from the sudden tightness. I drop my jaw and relax my hole. The squishy sounds are like music to my ears. He adds another finger and I’m gone.

“f**k! f**k! f**k! Fu— ahh!” I whip my head side to side as my body is rocked violently. Ass cheeks getting slapped by Zack’s fat thighs, I can’t help but choke on my own moans. I fall into the sheets, drooling a pool of spit. Sweat drips down my forehead. My body is on fire, like a dog in heat. I even stick my tongue out to pant.

Zack grips my cheeks, increasing his speed. He barges into me, invading my exit, c**k spreading my walls. I scream again, “f**k! I’m coming!” I am, semen is ready to eject from my jumping c**k. The pressure is too much to bare, it climbs up my torso like weed does. I arch my back and plead, “Let me c*m, Zackly!”

“Turn.” Zack commands as he pulls out. He strokes himself as I fall on my back. He lifts my ass, placing it on his c**k. I hum out loud, almost exploding just from that. Zack returns to his fast pace, f*****g me and the bed. The pressure returns, pain turning into pleasure.

“I’m coming!” I do, spurting a few loads on my new jacket. “Fuck...” I exhale, eyes rolling back along with my head.

“Did that feel good baby?” He asks, stroking my sharp jawline. I nod and he smiles. “I can make you feel that in more ways than one.”

I breathe, unable to get up. My body is heavy, along with my eyelids. “I need to recover.”

“Go to sleep. Rest your pretty little head.” He brushes my hair behind my ear.

“Are you my daddy?”

He nods. “I will be.”