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The morning sun blazed over Noxus, a military continent that is ruled by an iron grip. But that is only from the inside to those who are living within its walls and borders, it's a society that respects those with strength and skill, while those with hidden talents are sought out to cultivate and grow said skills. Hierarchy, family names, bloodlines, none of that mattered in Noxus, if you had the power, the skills, and the intellect to utilize both to the fullest, then you can rise in society and you will be respected, maybe even adored, for it.

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A lonely bar stood in the city, not many people visiting the place at the time, but whoever was they were still being a rowdy bunch. A lone yordle in Noxian military armor sat on the barstool, nursing a cup of beer with his weapon, a spear leaning on the bar, and a shotgun sitting on his back.

Kled was pretty well known around these parts as the crazy old man. Possessive and with a very short fuse, this yordle can explode from the tiniest of things, but what really makes him blow up is when someone walks into his property. He was also known for his abnormal ferocity in battle, able to handle an entire platoon all on his own.

That's why he was all alone on the bar, no one wanted to come close as to not get on his bad side or him in a bad mood.

Kled's ear twitched as he heard an increased level of rowdiness, glancing his eyes towards the source of the noise. At a table, a small distance away from the bar were a group of individuals, mostly Noxians with a few foreigners among them, the one that really stood out was another yordle with orange and milky-white fur, a lengthy wolf-like tail, and a pair of impressive tusks, who was clearly drunk and dancing on the table like a fool.

Gnar has had quite the victory in the Summoner's Rift a few days ago, earning him quite the bounty from it, so he's here celebrating and pretty much making a fool out of his drunken ass. "Blasted idiots..." Kled mumbled to himself as he took another gulp of his beer... only to feel a sudden weight on his back a few minutes later.

Gnar was planning on leaving, but when he saw the old yordle drinking all alone, he wobbled his way towards him, all friendly-like, draping an arm around Kled. "Heeey there... *hic*... Old man~" He slurred on his words as his beer breath wafted all over Kled's face.

Kled himself was used to the smell, it's this closeness that ticked him off. "Ya have five seconds ta get the fuck off me, kid..." He growled out his words in a low and threatening tone.

In his drunken stupor, though, Gnar didn't really hear it. "Oh, come on. What's a *hic* handsome fella like you doing all alone on an awesome night like this?" Kled pushed him away with his arm, but the clingy yordle didn't relent. "You're a sour little grump, aren't ya?"

With a growl and a roar, Kled grabbed his spear and took a swing at Gnar, who easily jumped up and dodged it. "Whoah! Watch it with that thing!" That near-miss seems to have sobered him up.

"I WARNED YA, YA LITTLE RODENT!!!" Kled took aim and pressed his finger on the trigger. "Looks like I'm getting a new fur coat tonight~!" Then pulled.

*BLAM* Came the loud noise of Kled's shotgun, which Gnar also dodged, but the tables and wall behind him weren't as lucky. "Alright, alright, you want to be left alone, right?" *BLAM* "Whoa!" Gnar didn't have any choice but to make a run for it.

But Kled being Kled, he didn't let it slide, he actually chased the other yordle, shooting his shotgun and causing quite the property damage. "THE FUCK DID YOU POOF TO!?" He turned to the side and saw the fluffy tip of Gnar's tail slipping into an alleyway nearby. "Gotcha!"

Seems like Gnar didn't think this through as he was met with a dead-end, facing a tall wall. He could climb it, but not fast enough, especially since he saw Kled's shadow looming over him in the distance. He slowly turned around to face the very angry yordle, who was aiming the barrels of his shotgun at him, stepping closer to the trapped yordle who was frantically trying to find a way out. "Hey, look. I get it. What I did was not appreciated, you just looked alone and thought you might like some company..."

"Yeah... I wanted ta be alone cause I like being alone... I like the loneliness... gives me peace and all that..." He came close enough to press the barrels of his shotgun right against Gnar's snout. "THEN YOUR MISERABLE, CRAZY ASS HAD TO COME AND RUIN THAT PEACE FOR ME!!!" He pulled the shotgun back only to press it against Gnar's chin while his own snout pressed against the other yordle's. "Any last words before I blast yer brains out?"

"Um... your handsome?" Gnar quickly clamped his mouth shut after saying that. That was not what he had in mind..."

Kled was taken aback, blinking a couple of times... then came even closer. "Say what now?" Gnar didn't reply for a while, then Kled felt something poke at his waist... both of them looked down... and noticed that Gnar had quite the boner tenting up his pants. Strangely enough, so did Kled, both tent tips rubbing and pressing against one another. Kled pressed his nose against Gnar's once again, causing their tips to tough again. "The fuck is all this about?"

Gnar let out a sigh. "Alright, you got me... I just... found you attractive and wanted to get to know you better." His ears drooped down as his eyes looked down. "Sorry if I overstepped my bounds..."

Usually, Kled would've shot his face off already... but something about this yordle made his trigger finger stay still. His eyes glanced down at their twitching tips poking each other... a small blush appearing on his face as not so decent images kept popping in his mind...

Until he finally pulled back and put his shotgun away. "Fine... you wanna keep your hide? Then help me with this." He commanded firmly, pointing down at the very obvious tent in his pants. He didn't know if it was the alcohol talking or his own pent up arousal.

Gnar blushed even harder but didn't say anything as he nodded and slowly got down on his knees, directly facing Kled's tent pole. He leaned forward about a bit and gently nuzzled his nose against the tip before undoing the older yordle's pants and pushing them down slightly... revealing Kled's black and red-striped jockstrap. Gnar let out a small whistle as he tickled the grumpy man's balls through the pouch with one finger as he began peppering the tip with gentle kisses and licks, stimulating Kled even more until a thick drop of pre soaked through the fabric.

Kled let out a deep growl as he grabbed a handful of Gnar's head fur and pushed him hard against his crotch. "Get the fuck ta work, ya brat!" He ground the yordle's face hard into his crotch, his bulge rubbing hard against his cheek. "I ain't got time for your 'foreplay' shit!"

Gnar managed a tiny nod, considering Kled's hand on his head, and began pulling the pouch of the jockstrap aside... until Kled's thick member swung out and smacked his face with an audible *SPLAT* electing a tiny huff from Gnar, who pressed his lips against the side of Kled's length, rubbing it along the side from base to tip then back again, slipping his tongue out to slide it against the underside of that thick shaft.

"Hhrrr... fuck yeah.... That's the stuff..." Finally getting what he wanted, he began humping his hips against Gnar's face, his shaft rubbing against the yordle's face, smearing his cheek with more and more pre. Then suddenly pulled back until the tip was pressed against Gnar's lips, who instantly took the head into his mouth and began nursing on it, his eyes looking up at Kled as he did, making the old man's heart leap a few times.

Gnar just moaned and huffed as he took more and more of Kled's dick until his snout pressed hard against the other yordle's crotch, he stayed there for a few seconds, swallowing around the shaft a few times before pulling back and started bobbing his head back and forth, sucking Kled off properly. Kled on the other hand was having a blast, for a guy, this yordle was giving quite the blowjob!

Suddenly, Kled let out a growl as he yanked Gnar off of his cock, stood him up, and turned him around, before shoving him into the wall. "Spread 'em and drop those pants. Gonna give ya what you're really after~" He commanded as he licked his fangs.

Gnar did as he was told, pushing his pants and underwear down as he raised his tail out of the way, fully exposing his rear as he leaned on the wall, one hand propping him on it while the other pulling one cheek aside, exposing his pucker to the angry, horned-up yordle behind him. Kled on the other hand didn't waste any more time, stepped closer and smearing plenty of pre all over Gnar's pucker... only to slam himself right in, electing a loud growl from the primal yordle.

Kled didn't even wait for him to adjust as he instantly began rutting him hard, his hips clapping pretty loudly against Gnar's cheeks. "Fuck yeah... gonna pump ya full, bitch!" He growled as he leaned forward and whispered hotly. "You'd love that wouldn't ya?" One hand suddenly wrapped around Gnar's throat. "Slap a nice and tight collar here... drag you around like the fucking mutt you are?" Even as he spoke, his merciless pace never slowed down nor stopped, in fact, his own words seemed to egg him on, fueling his arousal even more.

Gnar on the other hand, despite the demeaning promises and questions, he couldn't get mad, in fact, the way Kled spoke burned his insides even more, his own shaft, still buried under the front part of his underwear twitched and throbbed, almost painfully, swinging up and down in time with Kled's thrusts.

He was just about to answer when he suddenly felt Kled's sharp fangs sink into his shoulder, not enough to draw blood though but he'll be feeling that bite the rest of the day for sure. Kled sped up his thrusting, even more, the clapping and spanking of their waists echoing louder in the alleyway until Kled speared Gnar's rear hard and deep, letting loose wave after wave of hot come and painting his inner tunnels with his seed, growling and grunting with each throb and shot from his shaft until he had nothing more to give... then suddenly bit harder into Gnar's shoulder, actually drawing some blood this time and electing a small howl from the primal yordle, triggering his own orgasm as he painted the wall in front of him with audible splatters of his cum.

Seems like the treatment and his powerful orgasm mixed into quite the intense experience... as Gnar couldn't stand still and passed out, seconds later.

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A few hours later, the sun was setting way behind the horizon, the morning light fading away and now barely visible, giving the sky that beautiful mix of red and blue.

Gnar's eyes fluttered open as he woke up in a strange bed in a strange rundown house, it looked like an abandoned farmhouse from the looks of it, although parts of it were fixed and patched, luckily no vermin or insects crawled about. He made a move to stretch before wincing in pain and checking his shoulder... which had a medical patch covering it, then with that noticed he was also completely naked. Guess Kled got into the heat of the moment. He made to move and heard a small jingle, he looked down and noticed... a collar tag? Which was attached to a black leather collar... that was wrapped around his neck. "What the fuck...?"

"And the sleeping princess awakens." Came the mocking voice of Kled. Gnar turned to the door and demand some answers... but his words died in his throat as he saw the yordle at the door. Kled stood there, fully decked out in leather gear, complete with a harness over his chest, wrist and ankle bracelets, a black and red striped jockstrap, and a pair of black, heavy military boots.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Kled asked in his mocking tone, a wide, smug smirk spread on his face. He stepped closer to the bed before hopping up, the mattress creaking a little under his weight as he stood on the bed. "Didn't I say that I'm gonna wrap a nice collar around that neck o' yours?"

"Well, I didn't think you'd mean it literally."

"Then go ahead and take it off. I haven't locked it in place or anything." Then leaned down, still smugly smirking at Gnar. "But, the moment you do, you walk outta here and we never speak of this or to each other again." He straightened himself back up and placed his fists on his hips. "But if you keep it on, you'll be my sweet little pet, and if you're good, I'll treat ya right~"

Gnar wanted to tell him to go fuck himself... but he surprised himself by actually thinking about it... then shocked himself even more so when he let out the next words. "Alright. I'm all yours, sir~"

Kled stood over him and squatted down, Gnar's hardening shaft merely inches from touching his pucker, nuzzling their noses together. "Good boy. And for that answer, you deserve a treat~" He reached behind Gnar for one of the drawers of the nightstand beside the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube and a smaller bottle of some strange fluid. He grabbed the lube and gave Gnar a suggestive wink as he applied a small amount to his hands... then reached back and start lubing himself up.

This confused Gnar for a few seconds, then his ears perked up as a blush burned over his face... as he watched Kled lay back on the bed, grab his legs and raise them high up, exposing his lubed and ready pucker. Noticing his expression, Kled let out a small chuckle. "What, thought you're the only one to have fun. I want ma turn too, so get the fuck to it!"

Gnar's ears perked higher as he uttered a firm "Yes sir!" and slipped right inside Kled, his enthusiasm taking over as he instantly started thrusting in. With their current position, their faces were inches apart, Gnar couldn't help himself as he mashed their mouths together in a firm kiss, which surprisingly enough, Kled gladly accepted.

And they kept going like this throughout the evening, occasionally changing positions, switching roles, putting Kled's collection of toys to good use, they did it all. All the while Gnar's collar's tag was jingling about a bit audible, the front had his name carved into it, probably with a knife, while the back was also carved with a small declaration.

'Property of Kled.'