LMOM: Collared- Part 1
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katekintailTitle: Collared- Part 1
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Rentboy!Remus, unprotected sex
Pairing: Remus/OMCs
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 765
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
This man… this man Remus Lupin decided to call ‘the grunting man’. He grunted as he got out of his car. He grunted as he fished in his pocket for a few bills. He grunted as he pushed Remus up against the alley’s brick wall. He grunted as Remus tossed him. The man wasn’t as bad-looking as some Remus had been with, but he wasn’t a peach. Thick brown eyebrows, a startlingly bulbous nose, double-chin, pudgy belly, and far too small a cock.
That last bit was kind of a blessing, however. Remus was able to cover the length of it with his hand merely wrapped around it. And he knew it any sucking or sex would be a breeze. He might not even feel it, if he was really lucky. Not that he felt much of anything these days apart from fatigue and hunger.
“What will you do?” asked Grunting Man with—what else—a grunt.
“Anything,” Remus replied. His heart used to sink when he said that. In fact, he used to have standards. He used to have boundaries. Condoms. No kissing. Only in safe places. But the big money came with big risk. And Remus needed the money. Besides, he always had his wand if he got into real trouble.
“Anything, really? You’ll let me ride you bareback?”
“Sure,” Remus answered, closing his eyes. Thank Merlin for protection spells. “For an extra hundred.”
“Done,” he grunted.
*
The dawn broke while Remus lay face-down in the cheapest hotel room in England. The man who had last used him had sprung for two hours and had greatly overestimated his own stamina. The man had come and had vanished, looking slightly ashamed, leaving Remus a nice, warm place to stay for another hour and a half. Remus had taken a long shower, stripped the covers off the bed, and had climbed back onto the bed to relax.
For a few glorious minutes, he could pretend everything was all right. He could close his eyes and pretend he was back at Hogwarts, back where he had friends and good marks and a warm place to sleep. He could pretend the dull pain in his arse was from his boyfriend’s cock and not that of some random stranger who had paid him. He could pretend he was whole once more.
Eventually, he heard knocking at the door. Time was up.
Remus dressed quickly and left, heading out into the cold winter morning. If not for his monthly cycle, he would have lost track of the time of the year altogether. He was only vaguely aware of Christmas coming up soon, though that didn’t really mean a thing. He smiled at the motel owner, who didn’t smile back at him, and he found a secluded spot where he could Apparate home.
Remus shivered the moment he appeared in his flat. It seemed impossible but he was fairly certain it was colder inside his home than outside. He lit a fire in the fireplace, which wasn’t good for anything else now that its connection to the Floo Network had been discontinued because of lack of payment. Remus wasn’t very good at cooking either, so he settled for nibbling on a few slices of cold bread as he sat down to go over his finances.
He pulled the wad of cash from his pocket and spread the bills across the table along with the rest he had earned that month. Soon the room warmed enough for the visible puffs of breath from his nose and mouth in the cold to end. He still sat on one of his hands, pressing it under his thigh where it could get warm. He shuffled the money around into piles on the table. He had enough for rent this month, so Mr. Arnold wouldn’t boot him out on his arse again. And he had enough for food, assuming he stuck to a diet of bread, cheap fruit, peanut butter, and rice. Well, he would need some red meat around the time of the moon, or his body would rebel again and his cravings would take over his mind. The problem was, he didn’t have enough to pay the Ministry. Their new werewolf program was cost prohibitive and fees went up every month, it seemed. Remus would be forced to pay more than his life was worth just for the opportunity to pay for a place to live. But, given his finances, there seemed to be only one course of action left open to him: he would have to report to the Ministry of Magic.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Rentboy!Remus, unprotected sex
Pairing: Remus/OMCs
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 765
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
This man… this man Remus Lupin decided to call ‘the grunting man’. He grunted as he got out of his car. He grunted as he fished in his pocket for a few bills. He grunted as he pushed Remus up against the alley’s brick wall. He grunted as Remus tossed him. The man wasn’t as bad-looking as some Remus had been with, but he wasn’t a peach. Thick brown eyebrows, a startlingly bulbous nose, double-chin, pudgy belly, and far too small a cock.
That last bit was kind of a blessing, however. Remus was able to cover the length of it with his hand merely wrapped around it. And he knew it any sucking or sex would be a breeze. He might not even feel it, if he was really lucky. Not that he felt much of anything these days apart from fatigue and hunger.
“What will you do?” asked Grunting Man with—what else—a grunt.
“Anything,” Remus replied. His heart used to sink when he said that. In fact, he used to have standards. He used to have boundaries. Condoms. No kissing. Only in safe places. But the big money came with big risk. And Remus needed the money. Besides, he always had his wand if he got into real trouble.
“Anything, really? You’ll let me ride you bareback?”
“Sure,” Remus answered, closing his eyes. Thank Merlin for protection spells. “For an extra hundred.”
“Done,” he grunted.
The dawn broke while Remus lay face-down in the cheapest hotel room in England. The man who had last used him had sprung for two hours and had greatly overestimated his own stamina. The man had come and had vanished, looking slightly ashamed, leaving Remus a nice, warm place to stay for another hour and a half. Remus had taken a long shower, stripped the covers off the bed, and had climbed back onto the bed to relax.
For a few glorious minutes, he could pretend everything was all right. He could close his eyes and pretend he was back at Hogwarts, back where he had friends and good marks and a warm place to sleep. He could pretend the dull pain in his arse was from his boyfriend’s cock and not that of some random stranger who had paid him. He could pretend he was whole once more.
Eventually, he heard knocking at the door. Time was up.
Remus dressed quickly and left, heading out into the cold winter morning. If not for his monthly cycle, he would have lost track of the time of the year altogether. He was only vaguely aware of Christmas coming up soon, though that didn’t really mean a thing. He smiled at the motel owner, who didn’t smile back at him, and he found a secluded spot where he could Apparate home.
Remus shivered the moment he appeared in his flat. It seemed impossible but he was fairly certain it was colder inside his home than outside. He lit a fire in the fireplace, which wasn’t good for anything else now that its connection to the Floo Network had been discontinued because of lack of payment. Remus wasn’t very good at cooking either, so he settled for nibbling on a few slices of cold bread as he sat down to go over his finances.
He pulled the wad of cash from his pocket and spread the bills across the table along with the rest he had earned that month. Soon the room warmed enough for the visible puffs of breath from his nose and mouth in the cold to end. He still sat on one of his hands, pressing it under his thigh where it could get warm. He shuffled the money around into piles on the table. He had enough for rent this month, so Mr. Arnold wouldn’t boot him out on his arse again. And he had enough for food, assuming he stuck to a diet of bread, cheap fruit, peanut butter, and rice. Well, he would need some red meat around the time of the moon, or his body would rebel again and his cravings would take over his mind. The problem was, he didn’t have enough to pay the Ministry. Their new werewolf program was cost prohibitive and fees went up every month, it seemed. Remus would be forced to pay more than his life was worth just for the opportunity to pay for a place to live. But, given his finances, there seemed to be only one course of action left open to him: he would have to report to the Ministry of Magic.