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And yes, of course it's SummGub.  I just love them, whoops.  Also this is a fanfiction I started a while ago and only now just finished, I'm so bad at that, yikes.

 

This fanfiction includes: SEX, BONDAGE, CURSING, and an over abundance of cockiness and anger.  Also this is not tentabulge smut.  I figured I might as well try my hand at uh... not, tentabulges.  But you are free to imagine squirming alien goodness if you so please.

 

Under cut vvvv  I do hope it's not too terrible, haha.  I tend to make them bitch at eachother a lot.

 

 

 

He's not sure if he let him.

 

He had to of let him. Had to. There was no possibull possible way he'd get him like this on accident, it was just way too much troll to bind up. Besides, their fights on the battle field did well to show Summoner how adept this ass hole was with this huge claws of his, show him how well he could throw that weight around. Accidental? Yeah, he'd have an easier time pinning down Mindfang's lusus and convincing it to have a picnic with him before he could get the Highblood bent over.

 

But that's just it, he got him, got that hulking mass of indigoblood on his knees, elbows bound together under him as well, a L shape under him, like some kind of female woofbeast getting ready to present. Maybe it was on purpose... Sure, there was a bit of a struggle, but when wasn't there with this huge fuck? Any time they got a 'little intimate' it always started as a strife, hell, sometimes even ended up in a strife, not even getting to a climax for either of them because they just kept making verbal jabs at eachother.

 

Or... well, Summoner kept making verbal jabs, and this ass hole was just too stupid to think of proper comebacks that weren't laced with 'motherfuckers' so dense you could choke a juggalo with them-- hatever that is.   So the fucking resulting in snarling and pushing and ...well. You get the idea.

 

Maybe. Black romances are weird, romance is weird. Summoner would just like to get to fucking, it was easily, intricate emotions were hard and confusing.  He was a natural romantic, but once he tried or thought about it he just got nervous.

 

But this? This was something he could do.

 

Though, he's still fucking baffled as to how he got this son of a bitch bound.

 

Truth is, it was indeed a fluke. Poor Summoner, but then again, why should he care. Hell, he doesn't give a shit. He's got him like this and he'll use it.

 

Summoner does well to ignore the wide grin on the Highblood's face, shrouded by a mass of unkempt black hair as he stays on his elbows and knees on the bloodstained floor of his hive- their usual meeting place for these types of things.

 

Yeah, he had let him, pulled some punches and faked a few falls, lost his own rope 'by accident'. What the mother fuck of it? He liked Summoner cocky, liked him being a smart mouthed little prick. "Liked" as in hated it, hated it in that good way that got your blood rushing, got your adrenaline pumping, made you want it. He knew very well that he was the stronger side, Summoner making up for his lack of strength with his amazing dexterity and speed. But still, once it came to pailing, strength definitely did well to take charge, and it was usually the Highblood who controlled it. He preferred that, of course; loved to get his fucking claws into it, get his fangs deep, slam up into that little fucker till all his lips could release were hot sounds of eager motherfucking want for a clown brother's cock.

 

So sue him if he wants to fucking mix it up a little. He's a creative guy, a painter at heart, and he's for trying new things because who the mother fuck is going to stop him? The motherfucking ropes won't, can tell you that. But that's just even more of the fun to add to this little show. He knows he can split them, atleast the binding on his arms. The pole bind keeping his legs open and bent would be a little tough though. The Highblood can feel the hard tips over either end of the bar press into the inside side of either knee, rope curled tightly around his legs and the bar to keep it there. Yeah, that would be a little tough, but once he got his arms and hands free he'd be fine.

 

But he doesn't, because this was his fucking idea, and as he feels the Summoner grind his hips against his ass, feeling the cloth of both their pants grate and brush against eachother hard, he's pleased with himself once again.

 

A sly smile coils over The Summoner's lips as he leans forward, hands gliding over the other troll's wider hips. He rubs his own hips again, enjoying the feel of the Highblood's ass as it presses tight against his hardening bulge. Summoner's pretty sure by now this was on purpose on the other troll's part. But uh, not really going to care? Because he's still getting it, and this power switch is definitely getting him up. He fucking loves seeing The Highblood like this, bent over, a submissive position that just looks fucking hilarious on this particular troll. Hilarious and really fucking sexy.

 

He can see shoulder blades push out, a rippling flex of muscle as the indigo's body stiffens, and he can feel a similar reaction against this other troll's ass as he grinds. It's amazing on his crotch, makes him want to rub against him again and he does, rocking hips hard, feeling his dick slide up vertical against the crack of the Highblood's ass through either of their pants.

 

"I feel like a thanks is in order, but uh, it's not like I need to make things weirder do I?" Weirder because wow this was actually ...just weird. But good weird, good enough that he's already up and ready. But it's Summoner, of course he's got a bit to say. A charismatic rebellion leader always has something to say, especially to assholes; he's not just a nice face after all, has to be able to talk his way into people's hearts and minds too.

 

Or to fuck with 'em.

 

"Ah huh, keep fucking talking shitblood, you keep motherfucking talking," a snort, the Highblood rolling eyes as his head sulks, hair shadowing all his features as he just smiles wide. Keep talking because he fucking hates it, because you being so motherfucking cocky when this was practically given to use it fucking idiotic.

 

"Oh come on, indick, get into character," a smile, grinding against him again. His hands slowly moved to glide over the hem of the Highblood's pants, drifting around his sides. He had to work these pants down, they already had their shirts off, good thing too, watching the Highblood's back was pretty amazing as he twitched and slowly rocked back into the Summoner's hips.

 

"Get into character? You mother fucking kidding me? I think I did e-motherfucking-nough here." Yet another eye roll, but he was infact bucking his hips back a little into each buck of Summoner's. The Grand Highblood could start to feel his bulge pulse as well, some how managing to make those loose pants a bit tighter on his thick thighs.

 

Summoner just smiles, eyes half lidded, fingers sliding under the other troll's pants hem and starting to tug them down as he pulls his hips back. Once he gets them down- the loose slacks dropping by his knees, one of his hands leaves, moving to retrieve something from his sylladex.

 

The Highblood hasn't really noticed the missing hand, instead just focusing on how Summoner's current hand is working done his pants. How he can feel the back of a few fingers slide over his twitching length because yes, he goes commando, no mother fucking restraint under his pants, hell no.

 

Fingers of the lowblood are hot, and he lets out a small breath feeling them return to his bulge again, index finger tip swirling over the tip of his rather endowed length. Summoner spends a few moments feeling the slick royal tinted precum glide under his fingetip, swirling it in a circle around the small opening before the hand quickly goes to grab the Highblood's cock hard.

 

He shifts, the indigo blood letting out a harsh gasp, muscles tensing, feeling the Summoner suddenly pushing his hips hard against his ass.

 

"Again, chuckles, I fucking said get into character," and that's when the missing hand shows up again.

 

It's fast, something he didn't expect, and his hair gets caught and pulls when the leather bound whip is roped around either horn tight. Summoner's hand works fast, and his other quickly lets go of the Highblood's bulge to help as he wraps the whip around each horn fast, tight, pulling either leathery end back. It's a longer whip, meant for ranching, unlike the crop he has for his cavalreaping mount. But he has a good range of ranching materials in his sylladex. Hell, he has a good amount of animal based tools period, saddles, various medical supplies, reins, bits, you name it. All meant for riding and animal care taking of course, but Summoner sees no reason he can't get a whip into this power play and he tugs hard, watching the Highblood's neck crane back, head facing up now.

 

"Or I can just help you! I really do value roleplaying you know, it's just so fun," Summoner voice is sly and he chuckles softly, leaning over the other's back and watching indigo irised eyes get wide and stare at him with a snarl accompanying the shocked and aggravated expression.

 

"You fucking little-"

 

"Brat? Prick? Bastard? Peasant- shitblood- filth- fucker? You fucking fucker? Oh come on you can think of something better than that!" He quickly interrupts, snickering again as he hand tugs the whip, causing the Highblood's head to jerk back again.

 

Summoner's hips grind again, holding close, moving in hard circles as his free hand slowly slides down the Highblood's side and rejoins his dick between his legs. His dick that's of fucking course surprisingly!!!!- Harder now!- For some reason!

 

Oh come on, The Grand Highblood can't even kid himself here. He's fucking furious... but at the same time he agrees with his cock that was doing so well to betray him, doing so well to show how hot he thought this was. How fucking hot, and pissed and just FUCKING FURIOUS he felt. FURIOUSLY FUCKING HOT. He didn't fucking think this punk would push it further... but he did. And again, even though he could break his arms free, whip him off, and take over, he doesn't.

 

It's fairly surprising seeing how the indigo complies, not bucking back, shoving him off. The silliness of it seems to just fuel that cockiness, and Summoner's grin is at a constant. It's serpentine even, a devilish smile to go along with his amorous gaze, glaring down at the other troll as he grinds his hips hard, feeling his engorged bulge slide against the divide of the other troll's ass.

 

His hand holds the whip tight, keeping the Highblood's neck straining, tugging a little harder every so often as his other hand works the indigo's bulge. The Grand Highblood's erection is beating, diamond fucking hard and standing to attention as the Summoner's hand curls around it and pumps it back and forth with an aggravatingly slow pace. The indigo groans and tries to push his hips into the hand more, his massive fangs clenched tight like his hands balled into fists. It's painful how slow the lowblood's hand is going, and he's keeping away from the indigo tinted tip now, though the generous amount of precum dripping from it does well to seep down to join the Summoner's hand as it works back and forth over the thick length.

 

"I suppose if I told you to beg y-you'd be inclined not to even more, right? Pretty used to how that works now, heh," a rather pleasant tone of voice Summoner is using, a lot more playful than what his sinister expression would imply. He's enjoying the groans and huffs leaving the huge troll, enjoying watching his back and shoulders shake and flex as he tries to push his cock faster into Summoner's hand. It feels good for him too, those hips with their rocking adds into his own grind and he's starting to feel a yanking pain in his bulge as it aches for something more.

 

"You fucking got it, ain't a motherfucking subjug gonna beg for no motherfucking rusty venture," a cackle, though it's interrupted when Summoner's hand quickly gets tighter and stops. The Highblood looks to the corner of his eyes, as if trying to look back, though he is still facing away. It's a little unnerving. He can feel the Summoner's hand release him... Can feel how it slides over his side. Hips pull back from his ass and as Summoner slowly loosens his own pants, the Grand Highblood can hear the cloth sounds... But there's not much else happening, besides a light tug on the whip.

 

"The the motherfuck is your pro-!!"

 

And then he feels it.

 

Summoner's hand had moved down to give attention back to the Highblood's bulge and it's-

 

fucking painful.

 

He can feel a slicing pain graze up the bottom of his length, starting at the base, and as Summoner slides the claw up further it grates the skin just enough to hurt and not cut. STILL, it's fucking terrible. The Highblood is one for pain, taking it and dishing it out, but he hasn't fucking felt it centered on his motherfucking dick before.

 

He snarls, head bowing, yanking at the whip, which Summoner generously allows, still holding on but letting the other bow his head. The indigoblood twitches, letting out a rasping grunt of pain, his hips jerking away from the finger but he can feel Summoner press his claw tip up more. Gliding up... further, towards the head, it's slow, painful, maddening, his legs are shaking and his nostril's flare.

 

"FINE, FUCKING FINE, JUST MOTHERFUCKING STOP!" The words are loud, pained, growling from his mouth and he has a mind to shred the binds on his huge wrists and fore arms and choke this bastard. But once he yells Summoner stops, the claw not pulling away. The Highblood can feel the tip still sitting there, pressing against the sensitive skin just below the ridge of his head.

 

"Fine~?" Summoner replies, his tone still positive and playful. His eyes watch the top of the other's head before drifting down his back, soon with his own head tilted down. Eyes stare at his own erect cock sitting ever so close the Highblood's ass, watching... waiting for another response.

 

"Fine as in, just fucking stop and I'll mother fucking beg."

 

"Oh?"

 

"Don't you fucking 'oh me'."

 

"Right right, you'll be doing the 'oh-ing' once things really start, sorry!"

 

"...Shut the motherfuck up."

 

"Fine fine! As you were saying?" And his claw pushes against the Highblood's dick just a little more, causing the huge troll to twitch and snarl before letting out a long breath.

 

"Fucking do it," he pants, his eyes with a low lidded gaze stare at his own hands under him, watching his fingers curl tighter. Begging, hah, sure whatever the fuck. It made his pump biscuit seep hatred like it was pumping tar from it's chambers instead of blood; something so much more sinister than indigo. It felt good, how fucking angry he was, how he needed a fucking release, how he wanted it to be aggressive and hard and he wanted to just get his motherFUCKING rocks off while he felt like this, teeming with rage at the gull this motherfucker had.

 

But then again that's why he's with him isn't he? For moments like this. Moments where all he can fucking think of is either hurting him or fucking him.

 

"Do what- come on, you call me an idiot, I'm dumb, I need every little thing spelled out for me!" Summoner smirks, his tone rather gleeful as he keeps his claw in place, a little prick by a little prick if anyone asked the Grand Highblood. The huge troll's fuming right now, yet blood is still beating in his hard cock and he can feel his leg muscles start to shake in desperation. He licks his lips, a wet sound leaving that Summoner can't help but smile at. He can hear everything in this painful silence, but he just waits, waits for more words to drip from the Highblood's painted lips.

 

"FUCK YOU-"

 

"Ah! Ah- ah- aah! Come on, we know it'll be the other way around this time, eh? So uh, get on with it so we can both get a bit ah somethin' somethin', okay big guy?" A chuckle follows and the Grand Highblood sneers, feeling his heart beat fast. He can't stop thinking about ripping from his binds and slamming his dick into that cocky mouth to make him shut up and- oh that's a nice thought... His dick twitches and he breathes in deep, hands clenching a little.

 

"Touch me-" He can feel his face heat up a little from saying it.

 

"Touch you- you. Hmmm yoourrr-?" A quick snarky reply and the Highblood growls, his eye lids low.

 

"My motherfucking bulge, work me off, you disgusting shitblood," though the last word is gasped as the point of a claw leaves and is replaced by curling fingers and a sturdy jerk. The Highblood groans, closing his eyes and rolling his hips a little. He can feel The Summoner's dick twitch against his ass-- that actually making him a bit nervous, an indigo brother's not really used to... taking it from the back, it's normally always him pitching-- But feeling the other troll's desire right against him as he touches his bulge is satisfying.

 

A few more jerks and soon the hand is gone again. The Highblood is about to flip his shit when he feels Summoner's dick move against him. The lowblood has his hand around his own cock now, working it a little harder as he softly prods at the indigo's ass. The Highblood shivers, ducking his head as much as he can, the hand still holding the whip tied around his horns making it still a little hard to move his neck. But he still groans, his body relaxing a little, trying to prepare him.

 

There's a bit more fidgeting and gasps from Summoner, having gotten something out of his sylladex to work on his cock, lubing it up. He'd fuck the Highblood dry, but he'd like to fully enjoy it himself and would prefer not to get burns on his dick thank you. Even if this fucker doesn't really deserve that saving grace.

 

"Bet you don't get this often," he gasps, pushing the head of his dick against the hard circle of muscle. The Highblood pulls in a quick breath, bucking his hips a little.

 

"No, we motherFUCKING DON'T. Heh heh, best not motherfucking get all sympathetic on me because of it either you sack of shit. Motherfucking KNOW how emotional you can all get." The indigoblood chuckles, though a bit nervously, gazing at the floor through long strands of hair. The Summoner laughs low, grinning, pushing his bulge in just barely. He can feel the Highblood's body tense around him, hear a short breath gasp from his lips. He doesn't stop there and tugs on the whip a little, edging his dick in more, slowly closing his eyes as he pushes all the way in. The Highblood is cooler than other trolls, he knows that, and it sends a chill through him. He's tight, shit... Probably doesn't get a lot of action up this way and it's practically swallowing him up with pressure.

 

"D-Damn, ah-" The lowblood curses, his now idle hand moving around to slide fingers against the Highblood's cock. It jumps at the sudden stimulus and the indigo blood lets out a low moan, bucking his hips, feeling his face grow a little hotter, knowing his cheeks are tinted indigo under his face paint.

 

The feel of that buck makes Summoner twitch, feeling the sudden tensing on his cock and he gnaws on his lower lip, keeping deep inside of him for a moment longer. But he needs to start moving, fuck, the anxiety is killing him, he's shaking a little, feeling muscles clench around him and blood beat against his hand as he slowly pumps the Highblood's dick, listening to every little sound and relishing them, knowing those sounds to be rare to anyone's ears.

 

But then he needs it, needs to move and he pulls out, stopping with his head just inside. The Highblood gasps, suddenly feeling rather empty, his muscles and skin moving suddenly as the bulge is gone and then little by little to make up the lack of girth filling him. His face heats up, Summoner's hand tightening around him more.

 

"Aww look at y-you, shaking like that. It's like a little wriggler's first time! Heh, fucking feels like it if anything, damn." Summoner smirks, his comment is a little shaky. The Highblood's just about to snarl a retort when that length is fully slammed into him again. Not at all like the first-- slow and tender, curious to how it'll first feel-- it's hard and his muscles flex and constrict the cock deep in him. Summoner gasps at that, feeling every little thing and curls forward.

 

"Ah.. hah- damnit-" Another gasp as he pulls out, arching over him, his wings opening up a little. He starts a pace, working in and out as he jerks the Highblood off at a similar speed. A hand still holds his head back, pulling at the binding on his horns and the Highblood's legs shake in their own binding, going a little numb from that bar between his knees.

 

Summoner is mostly quiet besides his little strained gasps, his hips slamming in and out, legs and ass tight as he desperately pleases himself with the Highblood's ass. The Highblood who can't stop gasping and panting, not used to riding another cock and at the same time getting his own touched. He can feel Summoner's hand go up and down his length fast, occasionally stopping to give his head more attention before pulling down to his base again.

 

"Ah- yeah-" The lowblood gasps, continuing to hump the larger troll with vigor, the indigo blood loving how hot the other troll is pressed against him, inside of him, even if it hurts like hell he can feel- something. Like The Summoner's slightly changing angle is edging towards-

 

"A- AH...ha-ha... f-fuck, fuckfuck-" The huge troll shudders, his mouth opening wide, head pulling back and shoulders shrugging. He can hear a small laugh, Summoner realizing what just happened and does well to keep pounding in that position, getting more pleasured gasps from the Highblood as he presents his ass further for his cock. It's fucking- pathetic, ugh, being the bottom like this, sticking your ass up for someone. But damn, when he feels that hot length shove against the perfect spot inside of him he... can't fucking help it and he feels a push and tug in his stomach, his bulge readying for climax.

 

"Tell me you want it, you carni fuck-" The Summoner heaves, continuing to push in and out fast, fully slamming his length all the way in, feeling how tight the Highblood is, only to pull out and push in again.

 

"Fucking say you want to be filled by lowblood swill-" A snarl, jerking on the whip and tugging his head back slightly. The Highblood groans, his jaw locked, fangs clenched.

 

"Just fucking do it, fuck- I want it you COCKY LITTLE SHIT-" The indigo responds, his words furious and at the same time grinding his ass against Summoner when he plunges in deep and rolls his hips deep against him, trying to push his cock in even further. Summoner feels a wave of pleasure move through him and a push of orgasm start, but he doesn't keep moving, stays like his is, pushing back his climax. His hand never stops though, constantly pumping the Highblood who's almost whining as he rolls his hips desperately.

 

"Do you-"

 

"Yes, FUCK- YES- nnghh-" Another small laugh from the Summoner after that, still inside of him, grinding his hips just a little. His strokes upwards on the other's cock, stopping near his head and rolling his thumb over the tip. The indigo groans, jerking his hips forward against the touch and The Summoner gasps, feeling that, he needs to move again, he's so damn close and he can feel how close the other troll is too with how he's shaking and breathing. Sweat is beading on both of their grey flesh and his hand movements are starting to get a little sloppy.

 

"Ahhh, yeah- y-you got it, just make sure to scream for me, chucklefuck." And he pulls out again, shoving in hard. The Highblood gasps loud, his eyes rolling back. Another few pumps by Summoner's hand and he's spent, feeling a wave of pleasure beat through him as he releases purple tinted material on the lowblood's hand and the floor, a little hitting his stomach. Summoner works him through the orgasm, his eyes just barely open, lips quivering, he can feel everything on his dick and the constricting muscles and strained pleasured sounds of The Grand Highblood's orgasm coaxes out his own.

 

"NNneh, ah, yeah-" Lips curling into a smile as he pulls away both hands from their previous places and grabs onto the indigoblood's hips. His claws instantly sink deep into his skin, getting a gasp from the large troll before Summoner starts to pound into him hard, filling his tight insides with orange tinted genetic fluid. The Highblood gasps, his head finally getting to drop low, ass still high, grinding back against The Summoner as he finishes. The lowblood's fluid is hot and the sound of him slapping against his back is a beautiful fucking sound, feeling him shake and gasp as he works his climax into him. The Grand Highblood smiles to himself, a satisfied smile, enjoying how desperate the orangeblood sounds and feels as he releases into him. Loving the fact that he can hear those beautiful wings flutter and rustle behind The Summoner in his climax. At the same time it's a lot to handle and he still can feel himself shaking as all the genetic material unloads into him.

 

"Ha- ah... haha-" A slight chuckle from The Summoner as he pulls out finally, his eyes looking down to see a good amount of orange gush from the indigoblood's ass. His smile pulls wide, pulling his claws out of the other troll's hips and smacking his ass hard. It stings, fuck, ow, stings his hand great and The Grand Highblood growls loud, jerking his head to look back. But all he gets from The Summoner in response is an eyebrow raise, a wink, and two words that make him so very pissed off.

 

"Hey babe."