About half an hour later, it was free time. I'd been laying on the bed in my cabin worried sick about Armin. He'd been acting weird that day. I should have stayed and waited for him. Where could he be, I wondered. All of a sudden, I heard a rapid knock at the door. I got up and opened the door. Armin spilled onto the floor. He was a crying dirty mess. I was quick to close the door and crouch down by his side. I was worried. "Armin what's wrong? What happened?" I asked frantically. "It hurts!" he yelled, in excruciating pain. 

"What hurts? Did someone hurt you?"

"No," he cried. I rubbed his back and asked him what was wrong. He shakily sat up and pointed at his huge crotch bulge. He was embarrassed to be seen in that state by me. "It's so painful, Y/N. I feel like I need to pee really bad but I can't. I tried peeing but my body physically won't let me," he sobbed. Mucus ran from his nose onto his lip, he sniffled it back up. His hair was messed up and he shook uncontrollably. It kind of reminded me of how he was when he had his night terrors. 

"Well what do you want to do? I mean, you've been pent up for a while now so maybe it's just because you need to let it all out. When was the last time you actually, you know, masturbated?"

"I don't know?" he whined. I sighed, "do you wanna try peeing again?" He nodded, sniffling. I got up and pulled him up beside me. He leaned on my shoulder. "Armin, don't cry," I comforted, "you probably just really need to go. You'll be fine, I promise." 

I brought him outside, far behind my cabin into the thick forest. His crying had calmed down to a few whimpers here and there. I sat down by a tree. "I'll stay here and you can go over there. I promise not to look. I'll even cover my eyes if you want," I suggested. Armin assured me it was fine and that he didn't care if I looked. He wandered a few meters away from me and hid behind a tree. He was terrified. What if it didn't go away? Why did everything bad have to happen to him? He felt like he was cursed. 

Armin undid his belt, once again, followed by unzipping his dirt-covered pants. He hyperventilated as he pulled out his penis. He strained his bladder as hard as possible, trying to force any liquid out that could be in there. Again, nothing. He began to cry again, so I got up and stood beside him. I asked him if he peed and he told me he didn't. Nothing would come out. I rubbed his back, kissing his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, that must feel terrible. Maybe it's just some weird hormonal thing? You should try sleeping it out. Want to do that?" 

He agreed, whimpering. I tucked his throbbing, hot prick back into his pants and zipped them back up for him. The both of us walked back to my cabin. I told him to lay down in my bed and he obeyed my command, doing that exactly. I sat down on the couch and indulged in an interesting book. For the next hour and a bit, Armin rolled around in bed, gripping at his waist, crying. It had been so long and this was still going on. I began to worry. I got up, rushed to his side, and rubbed his arm, asking if there was anything I could do to help. He told me he didn't know. 

"That doesn't help me. I'm really worried about you, Armin. This isn't normal. I need you to just tell me if there's something I can do. Have you ever experienced this before? What could have triggered this? Did you do anything different today? Did you eat or drink anything different than you normally do?"

That's it, the pill. Armin knew he had to tell me about it. He didn't want to believe that Eren would have purposely spiked his drink with malice, but it was starting to look like that was the case. "E-Eren put a pill in my water today. That's why it looked foggy. He told me it was an energy booster kind of thing," Armin confessed. 

"What?" I yelled angrily. He was terrified.

"Where'd he get it from? Why the hell did you trust him? You're so much smarter than that, Armin."

I felt bad for saying what I did. I shouldn't have taken a shot at his intelligence, that was uncalled for. "I-I don't know. He said he was sorry and that he wanted to be friends again! He probably stole it from his dad. His dad was a doctor. Y/N, I don't know what else I can say. I'm sorry. I know this is my fault," he wept. I put my forehead in the palms of my hands. What pill could have possibly triggered a reaction like this? There was really only one type I could think of, but why would Eren's dad have that? I asked, "Armin do sexual stimulants exist here?"

"Y-Yes, but those are what dirty old men buy, from what I've been told. You don't think–"

"A fucking stimulant, great. I bet that's what Eren gave you. It makes sense. He had access to it and he knew he could easily trick you into taking it. He's not your friend, he did this to watch you in pain! Or maybe this was just some kind of sick test of our relationship. After all, he thinks I'm just some whore only here to sleep with you when I get the chance. Maybe he's trying to present that chance to see how I'd react. How dare he think I'd ever take advantage of you like that. I can't believe he'd hurt you, for whatever reason," I snapped. Rage boiled inside of me. "I don't believe it, he's my best friend. He wouldn't do that to me," Armin cried. 

"It was all an act. He never wanted to make up with you. If he wanted that, you would have talked elsewhere. He wouldn't have immediately tried to give you some stupid pill. As long as you're with me you'll continue to go through pain. He's pissed that you won't leave me and so he's punishing you for it," I explained. 

"Oh my God."

He covered his face with his shaky, fragile hands. I took a deep breath. I needed to calm down. Armin was going through unexplainable pain and I was yelling at him. I needed to compose myself and remain level headed. I apologized, "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Armin. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at what Eren did to you. This isn't your fault." I gently rubbed his back. I could feel him sweating through the thin fabric of his shirt. Poor boy. He was so innocent. Eren just wanted Armin to feel pain and that wasn't fair. I wasn't sure what I'd do, the next time I saw him. 

"Armin, I don't think you have many options. You can try to sleep it off or you'll need to relieve yourself. I haven't experienced this myself, but I can imagine how terrible it must be. The choice is yours."

He sobbed even louder at his two terrible options. "I just wanna die," he cried out.

"I'm sorry that you're going through this, I really am. You should choose how you're going to handle it, though. Just know what whatever you pick, I'll still be here for you."

Armin told me he wanted to sleep. I figured he'd choose to do that. I thought it'd probably be easier and quicker to just relieve himself, but I respected his decision. I asked him, "Want me to play with your hair?" He nodded. I sat beside him on the bed and ran my fingers through his tangled blond locks. I wanted to take revenge on Eren. This was too cruel. As if shunning him wasn't enough, he just had to fuck everything else up. Not just Armin's mind but his body too. "Y/N, it hurts so bad," Armin whined, in obvious pain. He was wearing his white pants, part of our uniforms. I suggested he take them off, as it could help relieve some pressure on his groin. He whimpered as he began unbuckling his belt following and unzipping his fly. He pulled his pants down and kicked them off his ankles. For the next minute or so, he was a bit quieter. The silence didn't last long. 

"Y/N, it hurts just breathing. I can't do this."

"Armin, don't say those things. You'll get through this, I promise. Do you want to try relieving yourself?"

"Y/N, believe me, it's so tempting, but it's dirty. I couldn't do that with you here," he explained, sniffling. "Armin, you've already masturbated in my room with me here. What's another? I'm not judging you. I don't think it's gross. I can even leave, if you'd like," I assured him. He told me he thought it was distasteful and disrespectful. I said, "Armin, it's probably not good to hold it in anyways. You're putting so much strain on yourself and I think that's unhealthy." Armin had made up his mind, he knew what he needed to do. Tears stained his face as he sat up in the sitting position. I asked him if he was going to do it and he told me he was. I patted his shoulder.

"You're doing the right thing."

He asked if I'd stay with him. "Where?" I asked. 

"Right where you are, beside me."

"Alright, if you change your mind just tell me and I'll go. Whatever makes you most comfortable is what I want."

Armin slowly pulled down his almost see-through pre-cum covered underwear, letting his erection spring free. It practically yelled for attention. Armin looked at me nervously, then back down at himself. Once he finally built up the courage, he grabbed his penis firmly, stroking it. He hardly refrained from moaning. As his pace increased, so did his moans. I could tell he was close to his climax. I just wanted this to all be over with. I prayed this would help. Armin squealed before releasing a massive load of cum all over himself. He panted, cock still throbbing hard in his hand. I heard him whisper from behind me, "Y/N, that did nothing. I mean, it helped a bit but I feel like I need more. I'm too tired to do this."

I got up, turned around, and crawled over him. 

"Then let me do it instead."