LMOM: Collared- Part 6
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 6
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Voyeurism, public sex (sex on display)
Pairing: OMC/OMC
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: 994
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Remus was ushered through a series of doors and fireplaces, finally arriving in a startlingly clinical establishment. Everything was spotless and bright white. In any other circumstance, Remus would have admired the cleanliness. As it was, the unnatural place made him nervous and uncomfortable. He supposed he’d have to get used to that. This was his home now, at least until he was chosen. There was a long white hallway, at the end of which sat a man reading a comic book with moving illustrations.
The man looked up and shifted on his stool.
“New one for you,” said Macnair, shoving Remus forward.
“We’ll stick ‘im in with Jones and Franklin,” the man replied, glancing down the hall. “Unit eight.”
Macnair gave Remus another shove. “You heard him. Number eight, half-breed.” Remus hesitated. “You can read, can’t you? Get a move on.”
Remus walked down the hall, passing rooms on each side. The solid white walls gave way to nothingness. He could see clearly inside each of the rooms. The inhabitants all stared at him, inspecting him, sizing up their competition. Remus shivered in his bright red robes and hugged his arms to his chest. Self-conscious didn’t begin to describe how he felt now.
He found the room with the number eight hanging over it and tried to go in. As he tried to enter the room, he was pushed back by some invisible barrier. He shouldn’t have been too surprised that there would be measures to keep the enrolled werewolves inside. Remus glanced over at the man with the comic, hoping for an indication of how he was supposed to get into his assigned room.
Then he felt Macnair’s large, sweaty hands on him again, pushing him forward. The barrier resisted like a heavy weight against Remus’ front. But Macnair pushed and Remus broke through the heaviness, feeling relief as the weight lifted. Relief only lasted a few seconds, however, when he got a look at the room. There were two sets of bunk beds, a sink, and a toilet. That was all. It was little more than a cell at a muggle prison, though probably significantly more than what the prisoners of Azkaban got.
As he listened to Macnair laugh, Remus plopped himself down on the bottom bunk of one of the beds. He wished he could just blend into his surroundings, but the scarlet red robes against the white frame, white mattress, white sheets, and white blanket couldn’t be missed. The other bed was occupied by two werewolves—the aforementioned Jones and Franklin, Remus deduced. The sheets were rumpled on both beds and the two were sitting so close them might as well have been sitting on top of each other. They both looked at Remus but didn’t say a word to him.
It was clear Remus was going to be the odd man out in this arrangement, but that point was driven home not an hour later when a bell rang. Remus jumped up, startled, and looked across the hall at the other rooms he could see people lining up, trying to make themselves presentable, and standing at attention. The watchman from before was the one who called out, “Look alive, fellas. New owner coming through.”
Remus looked up to see a tall man with lamb chop sideburns making his way down the hall. This was Remus’ chance to escape this dreadful existence before it could get to him, so Remus stood straight and wore a kind smile.
Not everyone simply stood there, waiting to be inspected in their robes. Some of them cozied up to others, showing how physically affectionate they could be. Remus saw one turn and bend, striking a pose that showed what an incredible arse he had. Remus noticed two werewolves kissing rather passionately, showing their passion and skills. And he saw one slide down to the floor and do the splits to demonstrate flexibility. Remus’ roommates went above and beyond. They lay together on the bottom bunk of the bed Remus had not been sitting on.
Their hands raced up and down their naked bodies, fondling, squeezing, tweaking. They put on one hell of a show, rubbing each other hard in mere seconds. Remus was pretty good at having an erection on demand, but this was frankly incredible. They went from just sitting around to full-out hot and heavy in the blink of an eye. Remus couldn’t help but watch. He knew it would be a good idea to look interested in the potential owner, but it was also difficult to ignore the fucking happening not a meter away from him. He wondered how many times these two had done this.
The taller and darker of the two roommates took on a more dominant role, but both surprisingly acted like subs—hot little subs in need of punishment, or so it looked like. They kissed and nuzzled, their hands still touching everything and everywhere, naughty expressions on their faces. There was even spanking.
Suddenly, the shorter, blonder of the two gasped and reared back, arching his back, showing his body clearly as he shot a slick fountain of come. He reached out, sliding a few fingers up the other man’s arse, making him come as well. Remus stared, half amazed and half embarrassed for them. It was like a badly done muggle porno without the goofy soundtrack. And, yet, they did look rather good just then, glistening as white droplets rolled down their chests and stomachs. When one of the men bent down to lick the other one clean, Remus looked away. That was simply too much.
He was pleased to see that the new potential owner looked away as well. Remus watched the man walk up and down the hall several times before selecting the werewolf with the fine arse. Remus hoped they would be very happy together. He returned to his bed, trying to ignore the unavoidable, post-coital smells in the tiny space.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Voyeurism, public sex (sex on display)
Pairing: OMC/OMC
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: 994
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Remus was ushered through a series of doors and fireplaces, finally arriving in a startlingly clinical establishment. Everything was spotless and bright white. In any other circumstance, Remus would have admired the cleanliness. As it was, the unnatural place made him nervous and uncomfortable. He supposed he’d have to get used to that. This was his home now, at least until he was chosen. There was a long white hallway, at the end of which sat a man reading a comic book with moving illustrations.
The man looked up and shifted on his stool.
“New one for you,” said Macnair, shoving Remus forward.
“We’ll stick ‘im in with Jones and Franklin,” the man replied, glancing down the hall. “Unit eight.”
Macnair gave Remus another shove. “You heard him. Number eight, half-breed.” Remus hesitated. “You can read, can’t you? Get a move on.”
Remus walked down the hall, passing rooms on each side. The solid white walls gave way to nothingness. He could see clearly inside each of the rooms. The inhabitants all stared at him, inspecting him, sizing up their competition. Remus shivered in his bright red robes and hugged his arms to his chest. Self-conscious didn’t begin to describe how he felt now.
He found the room with the number eight hanging over it and tried to go in. As he tried to enter the room, he was pushed back by some invisible barrier. He shouldn’t have been too surprised that there would be measures to keep the enrolled werewolves inside. Remus glanced over at the man with the comic, hoping for an indication of how he was supposed to get into his assigned room.
Then he felt Macnair’s large, sweaty hands on him again, pushing him forward. The barrier resisted like a heavy weight against Remus’ front. But Macnair pushed and Remus broke through the heaviness, feeling relief as the weight lifted. Relief only lasted a few seconds, however, when he got a look at the room. There were two sets of bunk beds, a sink, and a toilet. That was all. It was little more than a cell at a muggle prison, though probably significantly more than what the prisoners of Azkaban got.
As he listened to Macnair laugh, Remus plopped himself down on the bottom bunk of one of the beds. He wished he could just blend into his surroundings, but the scarlet red robes against the white frame, white mattress, white sheets, and white blanket couldn’t be missed. The other bed was occupied by two werewolves—the aforementioned Jones and Franklin, Remus deduced. The sheets were rumpled on both beds and the two were sitting so close them might as well have been sitting on top of each other. They both looked at Remus but didn’t say a word to him.
It was clear Remus was going to be the odd man out in this arrangement, but that point was driven home not an hour later when a bell rang. Remus jumped up, startled, and looked across the hall at the other rooms he could see people lining up, trying to make themselves presentable, and standing at attention. The watchman from before was the one who called out, “Look alive, fellas. New owner coming through.”
Remus looked up to see a tall man with lamb chop sideburns making his way down the hall. This was Remus’ chance to escape this dreadful existence before it could get to him, so Remus stood straight and wore a kind smile.
Not everyone simply stood there, waiting to be inspected in their robes. Some of them cozied up to others, showing how physically affectionate they could be. Remus saw one turn and bend, striking a pose that showed what an incredible arse he had. Remus noticed two werewolves kissing rather passionately, showing their passion and skills. And he saw one slide down to the floor and do the splits to demonstrate flexibility. Remus’ roommates went above and beyond. They lay together on the bottom bunk of the bed Remus had not been sitting on.
Their hands raced up and down their naked bodies, fondling, squeezing, tweaking. They put on one hell of a show, rubbing each other hard in mere seconds. Remus was pretty good at having an erection on demand, but this was frankly incredible. They went from just sitting around to full-out hot and heavy in the blink of an eye. Remus couldn’t help but watch. He knew it would be a good idea to look interested in the potential owner, but it was also difficult to ignore the fucking happening not a meter away from him. He wondered how many times these two had done this.
The taller and darker of the two roommates took on a more dominant role, but both surprisingly acted like subs—hot little subs in need of punishment, or so it looked like. They kissed and nuzzled, their hands still touching everything and everywhere, naughty expressions on their faces. There was even spanking.
Suddenly, the shorter, blonder of the two gasped and reared back, arching his back, showing his body clearly as he shot a slick fountain of come. He reached out, sliding a few fingers up the other man’s arse, making him come as well. Remus stared, half amazed and half embarrassed for them. It was like a badly done muggle porno without the goofy soundtrack. And, yet, they did look rather good just then, glistening as white droplets rolled down their chests and stomachs. When one of the men bent down to lick the other one clean, Remus looked away. That was simply too much.
He was pleased to see that the new potential owner looked away as well. Remus watched the man walk up and down the hall several times before selecting the werewolf with the fine arse. Remus hoped they would be very happy together. He returned to his bed, trying to ignore the unavoidable, post-coital smells in the tiny space.