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#lmom 2010, author: katekintail, kink: collaring, kink: d/s, kink: dubious consent, kink: spanking, remus/omc

LMOM: Collared- Part 15
Title: Collared Part 15
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: BDSM, dub-con (non-con), spanking, 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: 807
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010

Remus could remember the exact moment he broke but not much after that. He’d been standing with the tip of his nose against a wall, as he had done a handful of times before, and the man’s wand had been striking his backside as it had dozens of times before. As before, he felt anger toward his owner for hurting him like this just to achieve a little orgasm. It was cruel and senseless and not remotely what Remus had had in mind when he had envisioned his perfect dom-sub collared relationship. Every fiber of his being raged against his owner, not understanding how anyone could fancy this so much.

He couldn’t even remember the preposterous reason for this particular punishment. His owner always made something up to justify it, but Remus had stopped listening some time back, choosing instead to assume whatever position was called for and get the beating over with as soon as possible. This time, though, the anger and rage seemed to drain out of him so that by the end he felt nothing. Even the idea of a reward did not make him happy.

His shoulders sagged, his body relaxed, and he took each stroke as if it were a reward in and of itself. He looked back at his master with a dazed expression and moved automatically. No more thinking, no more feeling, only doing.

*

The winter season had never been Remus’ favorite. And though he was hardly aware of the time of year and certainly hadn’t so much as looked out a window in days, he did noticed when his owner came down ill.

The man lay in bed, ordering Remus to get him this or that and swatting Remus for being too slow in the getting or not anticipating the care that was needed. When his owner was asleep, Remus knelt beside the bed, watching silently, not knowing what else to do, waiting for his next command. So deep into submission was he that he couldn’t even fathom doing something on his own.

When his owner was awake, Remus tended to him, applying cold compresses to a hot forehead, fetching food and drink, more pillows and blankets, even dressing and undressing the man. He took care with his master, making sure he was warm and comfortable at all times. It was his job now, his role in life, his reason for being.

Spending the whole day ill and in bed made the owner restless. He was more generous with the swats and the fucking. Countless times Remus was thrown onto the bed, spanked, and then violated. The man would cough incessantly through the whole thing and sneeze unrestrainedly, catching Remus more than once. But Remus didn’t flinch, didn’t wince, didn’t react. He let it all happen and stayed unchangingly submissive the whole time. It was so much easier like this that Remus couldn’t understand why he hadn’t submitted sooner. That was what the collar was for, after all.

*

Remus woke the day before the full moon with a pounding headache and a stuffy nose. He knew he shouldn’t be surprised; the werewolf blood compromised his immune system so he caught pretty much anything going around without really trying. Being in close quarters with an ill man had gotten to him.

Yet he barely felt the extra discomfort as he dragged his broken body up before dawn to fix breakfast.

“Took you long enough,” said his owner, lounging in bed with a book Remus didn’t even glance twice at.

Remus set the tray down and wiped his running nose on his sleeve before it ran visibly, knowing his owner wouldn’t like that at all.

“Are you ill?” the man asked.

Remus nodded, turned his head and sneezed. It was a strange sneeze, silent apart from the breathy components. But it made his owner’s face screw up in disgust. The THWACK he got on the rear for it was one of the hardest yet, but it felt like a comforting presence, a familiar warmth, to Remus. “How dare you!”

The man had him against the wall in a split second, taking stroke after stroke. In a daze, Remus didn’t feel a thing. Even when the man entered him and sneezed again on him, Remus didn’t react as though he noticed.

When it was over, his owner shook his head in disapproval. “This won’t do. You’re all weak and broken now.” He turned Remus around and frowned at him. “I’ve got to take you back to the Ministry for your transformation anyway… and I don’t think I’ll be back to claim you afterward.”

Remus buckled at his knees found himself on the floor, pressing his lips to the man’s feet. This was his master, and his word was law. But Remus didn’t want to be separated from him. Not now. Not ever.