LMOM: Collared- Part 14
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 14
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: BDSM, dub-con (non-con), spanking, frottage, bad treatment of the sweet Remus
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: 754
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Remus woke to the sharp pain and the jolt of contact as the man’s wand hit his side. Exhausted, he opened his eyes to find that he had fallen asleep on the floor amidst a small collection of books. The night before, he had started out with a short book he had never before read but that he thought looked good. He had consumed its contents so quickly that he had proceeded right to another one. That one had been dreadful, so he’d given up on it after a few pages and had tracked down a favorite: Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson.
He had curled up with a blanket and pillow on the floor of the library, letting himself get lost in the Scottish classic about loss, betrayal, mistaken identity, rebellion, adventure, and justice. He had read the book so many times before that he couldn’t even remember how far into it he got before falling asleep. Of all the things he had been deprived of since entering the Ministry’s program for werewolf and since his finances had dwindled to little, books were what he missed the most. They were magical in how they let him completely escape his miserable life. And even when the stories they held contained misery, they always came out happy in the end.
Most unlike life, apparently. “I thought I made it clear that you could earn rewards only by obeying me to the letter. I woke this morning to find you hadn’t even made breakfast for me.” The man’s wand smacked against Remus’ arse again, sending a stinging hot pain through it. Then he bent down and caressed Remus’ cheek. “What am I going to have to do to teach you a lesson about this, werewolf?”
A lesson already? It wasn’t even… Remus caught a glimpse of a clock on one of the bookcases and saw it was quarter-til-six in the morning. The sun wouldn’t even be up yet and he was expected to be done with breakfast already? Remus shuddered and another strike of the wand found his backside. The pain in his body was tremendous.
Remus’ owner settled himself down in a chair and motioned. “Undress and come here.”
Utter pain raced through Remus as he walked over. He couldn’t see what state his body was in, but he was sure there were plenty of marks. He could feel the difference, the skin stretched and stiff. And he could feel it even more when he was face-down and bottom-up across his owner’s lap.
“Look at that.” The man ran his fingers across Remus’ arse, making Remus’ skin crawl. “I’d better use my palm or it might open you up, you’re so raw.” Remus wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt the man’s cock stir beneath him. “So beautiful and hurt.”
Remus closed his eyes, bracing himself. Several seconds passed, and Remus became uneasy. He wasn’t a fan of unpredictable. If he was going to be hurt, then he wanted it over with. SMACK! The man’s palm was even harder—and certainly wider—than the wand. Remus jumped, startled at the sharp pain. He kept his head down and let the tears come, glad his owner could neither see nor hear him.
The man hit him again and again. The more he hit, the harder he became. Soon the erection was pressing hard into Remus’ chest. And the more he hit, the more Remus squirmed, trying to adjust so some less pained portion of him came into contact with his owner’s palm. The more Remus squirmed, the more he rubbed against the erection, which naturally caused Remus’ owner to go crazy with desire and hit harder. Frotting was added to the cycle, starting small and building to full on grinding through trousers against Remus’ front. It was warm and hard and so eager against Remus’ body.
The man delivered an especially hard smack to Remus’ backside, and Remus yelled silently, taking the blow because he had to because of his choices and the Ministry and the entire Wizarding world. Remus was here because he had to be and no one was coming to save him.
The session on his owner’s lap that morning lasted forever, or it seemed to at least. Remus suffered through every smack, hoping that one would eventually push the man over the edge. Just as Remus was thinking about reaching down to help the man along, Remus’ owner came. He howled excitedly, almost like a wolf, and made a mess of his pants that Remus knew he would be the one to clean up.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: BDSM, dub-con (non-con), spanking, frottage, bad treatment of the sweet Remus
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: 754
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Remus woke to the sharp pain and the jolt of contact as the man’s wand hit his side. Exhausted, he opened his eyes to find that he had fallen asleep on the floor amidst a small collection of books. The night before, he had started out with a short book he had never before read but that he thought looked good. He had consumed its contents so quickly that he had proceeded right to another one. That one had been dreadful, so he’d given up on it after a few pages and had tracked down a favorite: Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson.
He had curled up with a blanket and pillow on the floor of the library, letting himself get lost in the Scottish classic about loss, betrayal, mistaken identity, rebellion, adventure, and justice. He had read the book so many times before that he couldn’t even remember how far into it he got before falling asleep. Of all the things he had been deprived of since entering the Ministry’s program for werewolf and since his finances had dwindled to little, books were what he missed the most. They were magical in how they let him completely escape his miserable life. And even when the stories they held contained misery, they always came out happy in the end.
Most unlike life, apparently. “I thought I made it clear that you could earn rewards only by obeying me to the letter. I woke this morning to find you hadn’t even made breakfast for me.” The man’s wand smacked against Remus’ arse again, sending a stinging hot pain through it. Then he bent down and caressed Remus’ cheek. “What am I going to have to do to teach you a lesson about this, werewolf?”
A lesson already? It wasn’t even… Remus caught a glimpse of a clock on one of the bookcases and saw it was quarter-til-six in the morning. The sun wouldn’t even be up yet and he was expected to be done with breakfast already? Remus shuddered and another strike of the wand found his backside. The pain in his body was tremendous.
Remus’ owner settled himself down in a chair and motioned. “Undress and come here.”
Utter pain raced through Remus as he walked over. He couldn’t see what state his body was in, but he was sure there were plenty of marks. He could feel the difference, the skin stretched and stiff. And he could feel it even more when he was face-down and bottom-up across his owner’s lap.
“Look at that.” The man ran his fingers across Remus’ arse, making Remus’ skin crawl. “I’d better use my palm or it might open you up, you’re so raw.” Remus wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt the man’s cock stir beneath him. “So beautiful and hurt.”
Remus closed his eyes, bracing himself. Several seconds passed, and Remus became uneasy. He wasn’t a fan of unpredictable. If he was going to be hurt, then he wanted it over with. SMACK! The man’s palm was even harder—and certainly wider—than the wand. Remus jumped, startled at the sharp pain. He kept his head down and let the tears come, glad his owner could neither see nor hear him.
The man hit him again and again. The more he hit, the harder he became. Soon the erection was pressing hard into Remus’ chest. And the more he hit, the more Remus squirmed, trying to adjust so some less pained portion of him came into contact with his owner’s palm. The more Remus squirmed, the more he rubbed against the erection, which naturally caused Remus’ owner to go crazy with desire and hit harder. Frotting was added to the cycle, starting small and building to full on grinding through trousers against Remus’ front. It was warm and hard and so eager against Remus’ body.
The man delivered an especially hard smack to Remus’ backside, and Remus yelled silently, taking the blow because he had to because of his choices and the Ministry and the entire Wizarding world. Remus was here because he had to be and no one was coming to save him.
The session on his owner’s lap that morning lasted forever, or it seemed to at least. Remus suffered through every smack, hoping that one would eventually push the man over the edge. Just as Remus was thinking about reaching down to help the man along, Remus’ owner came. He howled excitedly, almost like a wolf, and made a mess of his pants that Remus knew he would be the one to clean up.