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katekintail) wrote2010-05-08 12:34 am
katekintail) wrote2010-05-08 12:34 am
LMOM: Collared- Part 8
Title: Collared Part 8
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Oral sex
Pairing: Remus/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: 947
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Remus felt his new owner shudder and spill his seed with a cry. Remus held still until the man finished and pulled out. Then Remus turned and opened his arms, letting the man snuggle in. Remus held his still-shaking owner with one arm while he picked up a cloth and wiped him off. The lube his owner had purchased was thicker than what Remus was used to and, when combined with come, it took some time to wipe them both clean from the stickiness. By then, his owner had fallen asleep in his arms. Remus removed the man’s glasses so they wouldn’t get broken, slipping them off his face gently.
His owner’s name was Linus Wilkins, and Remus had only gleaned that piece of information after seeing his name on some mail an owl delivered. He had also guessed that his owner had been a virgin up until 6 hours ago.
In Remus’ capacity as a rentboy, he had encountered a few young men looking to lose their virginity the quick and easy way. Remus wondered why Linus had felt it necessary to do so with a werewolf and not some prostitute. More to the point, he wondered why Linus hadn’t just gone out to pick up some random bloke, because he looked pretty sweet. Surely he could find someone to cop off with if he tried.
Maybe he had a thing for werewolves. Or maybe he had a thing for men in collars. Maybe both.
Remus sat up straight so he could see his reflection in the mirror on the dresser, across from the bed. He had to admit it looked good on him, even if it wasn’t the kind of collar he had once fantasized about. The werewolf collars from the Ministry were highly charmed, magical objects. This one kept Remus from Apparating, to start with. But it also restricted his use of any magical spells. Even if he managed to steal his owner’s wand, it would do no good. Moreover, it kept him from communicating. All right, he could manage hand signals if there were something important to convey such as “I’m going to die of thirst. I need water” or “Your house is on fire.” But he was unable to speak and unable to write.
It was the strangest feeling, really, to suddenly be unable to speak. He had tested it with a whisper, then a normal word, and then a scream. But all that came out in each instance was silence.
No time was it more noticeable than when he was having sex with his owner. His owner had been whimpering and moaning, and Remus had been forced to be silent. His owner had cried and uttered such dirty things, and Remus had been forced to be silent. His owner had even asked him questions, but Remus had been forced to be silent. It was strange and unnatural, and Remus wasn’t at all used to it yet. But at least it kept him from saying something he might regret in the heat of the moment. There were certainly worse men he could have ended up with as his owner than Linus.
Linus might be quite new at this, but he wasn’t all that bad. He needed gentle guidance and reassurance along the way. He needed Remus to guide him and let him know what he was doing was correct and working. His thrusts were phenomenal. His touch was soft. And he was completely devoid of grunts.
Remus knew better than to get attached to anyone, but he could see himself in this relationship for a long while. He was sure he would never love the man—not the way he had loved Sirius Black—but in time the way he petted and held Linus after sex might actually come from emotion and not requirement. In time, he might end up having sex with the man not because it was his job but because he genuinely enjoyed it.
Stirring in his arms, Linus woke. He looked up at Remus and smiled. “Hello there. How long was I out?” Remus shrugged and eased the man up to a sitting position.
Linus stretched and gave a hearty, body-rattling yawn. Then he spread his legs. “I think my cock could use some waking up.”
Remus agreed by opening his mouth and bending over. Linus gasped the second Remus’ wet tongue circled the tip of his cock. Remus smiled, wishing he could remember precisely the sensation of his first blow job. All he remembered was that Sirius had made him feel more amazing than he thought he could feel. It was up to Remus to get Linus to that very place.
Remus reached out for Linus’ hand, guiding it to his own sandy hair. If he could have talked, he would have instructed Linus to direct his head as desired, but Linus figured it out, fingers burrowing in. Remus’ head bobbed up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Every so often, Linus thrust upward, using Remus’ mouth. But, mostly, Linus sat there and let Remus work his magic. Remus’ wet tongue lapped, stroked, circled. Remus sucked and hummed and, when Linus finally came, Remus swallowed.
“Amazing!” Linus exclaimed. “I want… ah…” He closed his eyes and put his palm to his face. Remus could see the look of embarrassment on his face around and between his spread fingers. “I want you to do that again as soon as possible. I want so much more of that. So good. So very, very good.”
Smirking, Remus stretched out with his head in the man’s lap. As soon as his cock regained some energy, Remus would repeat the ministrations.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Oral sex
Pairing: Remus/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: 947
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Remus felt his new owner shudder and spill his seed with a cry. Remus held still until the man finished and pulled out. Then Remus turned and opened his arms, letting the man snuggle in. Remus held his still-shaking owner with one arm while he picked up a cloth and wiped him off. The lube his owner had purchased was thicker than what Remus was used to and, when combined with come, it took some time to wipe them both clean from the stickiness. By then, his owner had fallen asleep in his arms. Remus removed the man’s glasses so they wouldn’t get broken, slipping them off his face gently.
His owner’s name was Linus Wilkins, and Remus had only gleaned that piece of information after seeing his name on some mail an owl delivered. He had also guessed that his owner had been a virgin up until 6 hours ago.
In Remus’ capacity as a rentboy, he had encountered a few young men looking to lose their virginity the quick and easy way. Remus wondered why Linus had felt it necessary to do so with a werewolf and not some prostitute. More to the point, he wondered why Linus hadn’t just gone out to pick up some random bloke, because he looked pretty sweet. Surely he could find someone to cop off with if he tried.
Maybe he had a thing for werewolves. Or maybe he had a thing for men in collars. Maybe both.
Remus sat up straight so he could see his reflection in the mirror on the dresser, across from the bed. He had to admit it looked good on him, even if it wasn’t the kind of collar he had once fantasized about. The werewolf collars from the Ministry were highly charmed, magical objects. This one kept Remus from Apparating, to start with. But it also restricted his use of any magical spells. Even if he managed to steal his owner’s wand, it would do no good. Moreover, it kept him from communicating. All right, he could manage hand signals if there were something important to convey such as “I’m going to die of thirst. I need water” or “Your house is on fire.” But he was unable to speak and unable to write.
It was the strangest feeling, really, to suddenly be unable to speak. He had tested it with a whisper, then a normal word, and then a scream. But all that came out in each instance was silence.
No time was it more noticeable than when he was having sex with his owner. His owner had been whimpering and moaning, and Remus had been forced to be silent. His owner had cried and uttered such dirty things, and Remus had been forced to be silent. His owner had even asked him questions, but Remus had been forced to be silent. It was strange and unnatural, and Remus wasn’t at all used to it yet. But at least it kept him from saying something he might regret in the heat of the moment. There were certainly worse men he could have ended up with as his owner than Linus.
Linus might be quite new at this, but he wasn’t all that bad. He needed gentle guidance and reassurance along the way. He needed Remus to guide him and let him know what he was doing was correct and working. His thrusts were phenomenal. His touch was soft. And he was completely devoid of grunts.
Remus knew better than to get attached to anyone, but he could see himself in this relationship for a long while. He was sure he would never love the man—not the way he had loved Sirius Black—but in time the way he petted and held Linus after sex might actually come from emotion and not requirement. In time, he might end up having sex with the man not because it was his job but because he genuinely enjoyed it.
Stirring in his arms, Linus woke. He looked up at Remus and smiled. “Hello there. How long was I out?” Remus shrugged and eased the man up to a sitting position.
Linus stretched and gave a hearty, body-rattling yawn. Then he spread his legs. “I think my cock could use some waking up.”
Remus agreed by opening his mouth and bending over. Linus gasped the second Remus’ wet tongue circled the tip of his cock. Remus smiled, wishing he could remember precisely the sensation of his first blow job. All he remembered was that Sirius had made him feel more amazing than he thought he could feel. It was up to Remus to get Linus to that very place.
Remus reached out for Linus’ hand, guiding it to his own sandy hair. If he could have talked, he would have instructed Linus to direct his head as desired, but Linus figured it out, fingers burrowing in. Remus’ head bobbed up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Every so often, Linus thrust upward, using Remus’ mouth. But, mostly, Linus sat there and let Remus work his magic. Remus’ wet tongue lapped, stroked, circled. Remus sucked and hummed and, when Linus finally came, Remus swallowed.
“Amazing!” Linus exclaimed. “I want… ah…” He closed his eyes and put his palm to his face. Remus could see the look of embarrassment on his face around and between his spread fingers. “I want you to do that again as soon as possible. I want so much more of that. So good. So very, very good.”
Smirking, Remus stretched out with his head in the man’s lap. As soon as his cock regained some energy, Remus would repeat the ministrations.