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Emilio shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight as he was roughly pulled from the cart, his manacled hands clumsy from being tied to the side of the cart for so long. The sun was harsh as it shone down, the air hot and dry. His throat felt as parched as the land looked, the grass beneath his bare feet crisp and crackling. His clothes were tatty and dirty, but for the moment he simply felt grateful that he had any to wear at all.

“Come on, get a move on."

A sharp voice barked at Emilio, followed by a shove at his back. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but managed to catch himself just in time. He grimaced as the cold metal manacles dug into the bare flesh of his wrists again.

A man in a dark coat grabbed hold of Emilio's arm and dragged him forward. Though Emilio had travelled with the man for many miles, he hadn't once learned his name. Nor had he ever been spoken to in any manner that wasn't a direct order, or a sneering grunt of disgust.

There could be no doubt as to their destination. A small farmhouse lay directly ahead of them, with nothing else around at all. No other signs of habitation, just miles upon miles of open farmland. The crops were green and moist, showing no signs of dehydration beneath the fierce sun. Emilio envied them as he eyed a couple of large sprinklers as they dusted the plants with a fine mist of spray. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a proper drink of water.

Led by his captor, Emilio was taken to the door of the farmhouse. His captor rang the doorbell, and they only had to wait for a couple of moments before the door was opened. A stern-faced man in dirtied clothes stood in front of them.

“This him?" the farmer grunted in a deep, gruff voice.

“It is."

The farmer grunted again, before grabbing Emilio's jaw in one strong, rough hand. The farmer appraised him like he would an animal or a piece of meat. His hands didn't spare Emilio at all, gripping into him everywhere, feeling how much muscle and fat he had on his slender frame.

“He's malnourished," the farmer said simply, keeping his hand on Emilio's arm and pulling him half a step closer, away from the captor.

“He came to us like that," the captor said simply, releasing his hold on Emilio's arm. “I trust he is satisfactory?"

“He'll do," the farmer replied. For the first time he looked to Emilio. “Get inside and sit in the kitchen. Don't touch anything."

Emilio nodded, not saying anything at all as he hurried past the farmer, eager to get away from his captor for the last few days. Inside was simple and rustic, with just the bare minimum amount of furniture in the couple of rooms Emilio was able to glance into. One armchair and a coffee table facing a television in the lounge, a desk and computer in the study.

The kitchen was similarly sparse, with a small table and two chairs in one corner. Nervously, Emilio approached the table and tentatively sat on one of the chairs. He stretched his aching legs out, his knees cracking as they moved. He didn't know how long he'd been standing up for, but it was far too long. His aching feet loved the respite, however short it may be.

Emilio could hear the two men discussing things at the door, finalising a couple of payments. He tried his best not to listen to them. He didn't want to know the details. He knew what he was, and why he was here, and it hurt him to think of such things. Instead he focussed on picking the couple of sharp stones that had caught between his toes.

A door slammed shut. Boots stomped on wooden floorboards as the farmer returned to the kitchen. Once again he looked down on Emilio like he was a mere animal. Which, according to local laws, he was.

“Strip," the farmer said, gesturing at Emilio's clothes.

With a silent nod, Emilio obliged. Though he didn't want to stand up, he had to do so to remove the torn shorts he'd been given a few days ago. He stood before the farmer, completely naked.

The farmer scoffed at what he saw. Emilio's ribs showed through, and his limbs were scrawny and wasted. He was covered in dirt and bruises. There were still a few red lines on his back from where he'd been whipped a few days before for not running after the cart fast enough.

“Pathetic," the farmer spat. He turned around and opened one of the cupboard doors. Emilio looked down at his chest, biting his lip and suppressing a whimper as tears sprung to his eyes. He felt like curling up, knowing that things were looking no better for him now than they had done in the cart.

He was then startled by a plate being put down on the table in front of him. He looked up to see a couple of slices of buttered bread with some ham and cheese. A glass of water soon followed. Emilio blinked at them a couple of times, then glanced up to the farmer.

“Eat," the farmer said, pointing to the plate. It was a meagre meal, but it was so much more than Emilio had eaten in many weeks. He needed no further encouraging, and it was all he could do to eat the offered food at a measured pace. It tasted so good and the water felt divine to his tongue and throat. Nothing had ever been so good.

After picking at the last couple of crumbs of bread, Emilio looked up to the farmer with a nervous smile. “Thank you," he said in a small voice. He hadn't spoken in so long, his voice cracked. He cringed, half-expecting some retribution for speaking out of turn, but the farmer simply nodded.

“I'm Luke McGill, but you can call me sir," the farmer said. In his hand he held a strip of leather. At first Emilio thought it was a whip of some sort, but as the farmer held it up he saw it for what it truly was. A collar. Embedded on both sides of the leather was a series of silver studs. Emilio was about to respond with his name, but a look from the farmer silenced him. “I don't want to hear it. Now, let me see your true form."

Emilio nodded and closed his eyes. He never enjoyed the change. It always felt so uncomfortable having his bones shifting around, having fur sprouting over his body. It was itchy and awkward, and it always hurt when his tail pushed out behind him. He gripped at the table, before pulling them away when he realised his claws were scratching the wood. He hoped the farmer didn't notice.

Emilio pushed himself off the chair and fell to the floor as the transformation neared completion. His face was always the last thing, his jaw cracking as it stretched out into a muzzle. He whimpered, then howled as it completed, feeling his muscles and bones setting into their new positions. He panted, tongue hanging from his mouth as he slowly raised himself up onto two legs, standing before the farmer.

The werewolf's fur was as mangy and dirty as he had appeared in his human form, and one of his ears was ragged and torn. His tail was missing some fur. All of this, the farmer took in as he sneered at the cowering wolf.

“Looks like I've got a lot of work in getting you fit and ready," Luke said as he placed the collar on around Emilio's neck. The werewolf whined at the momentary burn from the silver, but that soon faded into the background. He couldn't see how the collar looked around his neck, but it felt tight and secure.

Luke stepped back to appraise Emilio again. “Alright, now change back to human."

Emilio twitched his tail and closed his eyes again, trying to initiate the change back, but he just couldn't get the magic that controlled his body to start. He grasped at the transformation, but the magic just slipped away. He was stuck. His eyes snapped open and he glanced up at the farmer with a soft whine.

“Good. So long as you wear that collar, you'll be trapped in that form. I don't want anyone thinking I've got a human here, after all," Luke said, turning on his heel and leaving the room. He gestured with a finger for Emilio to follow.

The werewolf nervously followed after the farmer, idly tugging at his collar. He didn't dare attempt to remove it, not just yet at least. He couldn't help but feel that maybe this human wasn't so bad after all. He had fed him, given him water, and his disgust seemed more aimed towards the way he had been treated by his previous captors.

He was led upstairs and shown a small room with a bundle of blankets in one corner. The floor was bare floorboards. A small window overlooked the farmlands. A clock hung from one wall, ticking loudly.

“This shall be your room," Luke said. He gestured to the clock. “You can read that, can't you?" He waited for Emilio to nod. “Good. You're to be awake at five every morning, and not a moment later. On Sunday, you can make that six, but that's it. There shall be no excuses for being late or for sleeping in. If you are well behaved, then on Sundays you may also have the collar removed. Which reminds me. Stay."

Luke tapped Emilio on the nose with one finger before leaving the werewolf in the small room. True to the command, Emilio didn't move at all, remaining in the exact spot he had been, not even shuffling his aching feet to get to a more comfortable position. If he started being good now, then maybe he'd be let out of the collar straight away. He knew that today was Sunday, after all. He'd overheard his previous captor saying so. He didn't have to wait long before his new master returned.

When the farmer returned, he slid a padlock on to the locking mechanism of his collar and closed it. He held a key in front of Emilio's face, showing it to him before attaching it to the bundle of keys in his pocket. “You get let out of that on Sundays. But only if you're good," the farmer reminded Emilio.

Once more Emilio nodded to let the farmer know that he understood. Not that he had any choice. There were so many keys on that chain that even if he managed to get it off the human somehow, he'd be there for hours trying to work out which one to use on his collar, should he even be able to use his clumsy paws properly on the fiddly little bits of metal.

For the rest of the evening, Emilio was shown around the farm. Luke was civil to him in his tone, but there was always an undercurrent of a dismissive attitude. Like they weren't equals, something the werewolf had been reminded about almost from the moment of his birth. He had never been equal to anyone. He was property, and now he belonged to this farmer. His work was to be labour around the farm, as well as other special duties whenever the farmer called for them. He wasn't told what those duties would be, and Emilio soon dismissed them as not important to worry about just yet.

The whole time he was silent, just shuffling along behind the human and rubbing the collar at his neck. His throat was unsuited to speech like this, but he had learned from previous masters that any noise, especially his wolfish sounds, were not welcome.

As the sun started to set, he was led back towards the farm house. He was told to wait in the corner of the kitchen while Luke prepared dinner. The thought of food twice in one day got Emilio salivating so much he had to keep wiping his muzzle with the back of his arm. Again he hoped the human didn't notice. If he seemed too eager, he might not get a taste of any of the delicious smelling meat and vegetables that were being cooked.

When the food was finally prepared, Emilio tentatively approached the table, but he was fended away by Luke. The human carried just the one plate, which was set down on the table. The rest of the food was scraped into a bowl that was placed on the floor beneath the table. A second bowl, filled with water, was placed beside it.

“That's yours," Luke said, pointing to the bowl as he sat down at the table. He clicked his fingers once, then started eating his carefully prepared meal. Emilio whined quietly to himself, before kneeling down in front of his bowl. He reached down to grab a piece of meat in his paws, but the human tapped him lightly on the back of the head. “Don't be filthy."

Emilio whined again, glancing from side to side, but finding nothing else to eat his food with. Then he bowed his head in realisation. He knew what he had to do. He shuffled a little closer to his bowl, and then with a blush burning beneath his fur, he started to eat. Using nothing more than his tongue and teeth, he ate every scrap of food that had been provided to him before drinking his water. When his bowl was clean, he waited patiently for the human to finish his meal too. He felt full, such a strange sensation for the werewolf.

The human ignored Emilio completely as he stood up and started to clean the mess he'd made for dinner. Not a single word was shared with the werewolf, not even glancing in his direction. Emilio didn't know what to do, if he was required to stay still or not. Playing it safe, he chose to wait where he was, sitting with his back against the wall.

When the human was done, he left the kitchen without a glance towards Emilio. There was no indication whether he was to follow or not. Conflicted, the werewolf whined, but still he didn't move, not even when he heard the television turn on in the next room. He didn't know what was expected of him. He wanted desperately to please his new owner, especially if he was promising him a day a week in his human form. And he was being fed good food. He didn't want that to stop either.

Finally he heard a call from his master. “Come."

Nothing else was said, but it was like he had been unbound. He quickly hurried into the next room, not even rising up onto two legs but instead running on all four like the simple animal he was often considered to be.

Luke was sat on the lone seat, his legs stretched out in front of him. Not even looking to the werewolf, he pointed down to the floor in front of him and raised his feet. Emilio understood, and he slinked down to lie there, his master's feet resting on top of him. He didn't know how long they remained like that, and for a while he wasn't sure if his master had fallen asleep. Eventually though, the human gave Emilio a nudge with his foot to get the werewolf to move away. He scampered away to the far side of the room, bouncing on his toes as he waited for his next command. He held his paws just up off the floor, ready to drop down onto all fours if he needed to.

At first he didn't think he was going to get any instructions as the human walked past him, but as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, he paused for a moment. “My bedroom," the human commanded.

The werewolf nodded, but tilted his head in confusion as he followed the human up the stairs. He hadn't yet been shown the bedroom in the house, but he simply followed the human up. His master's bedroom was much nicer than his own, with a large double bed taking up one half of the room. The floor was covered in soft carpet, and there were several pictures hung on the walls. He wondered if he'd be getting his collar removed before he was sent to sleep.

The door was closed behind him.

Maybe he wasn't getting his collar removed after all.

Instead, the human grabbed his collar and used it to drag him towards the bed, pushing him face-first into the blankets. “Stay there," the human ordered. Without a sound, the werewolf obliged. He knew what was happening next.

He didn't dare move as he heard the human stripping down behind him. Clothes were just tossed to the floor before the bed creaked under their joint weight. Hands rubbed against his side, teasing through his fur. He tensed, bracing himself for the inevitable, but that didn't come. Instead the human's hands pulled away.

“Ugh, no this just won't do," the human muttered. Emilio didn't glance back, but his heart jumped in his chest. Was he not going to be used after all? Then the hand grabbed his collar and yanked him off the bed. The werewolf almost choked as he scrambled to his feet. He was dragged into the bathroom, and shoved firmly into the shower.

There was more than enough room for the two of them without being too much of a squeeze. The werewolf cowered back from the human as the water was turned on, the cold flow cascading over them both. In an instant the werewolf's fur was plastered against his body.

“Now don't think this is going to be a regular thing," the human said over the noise of the water. He lathered his hands up in soap. “Consider it a welcoming present. From tonight onwards I expect you to keep up with your personal hygiene. That means daily showers, minimum. I won't have any mangy mutts on my farm."

Emilio nodded to show that he understood, before the human started to rub his soapy hands through the werewolf's thick fur. Dirt and grime washed away from him beneath the human's gentle hands. His tail wagging, the werewolf enjoyed the unexpected tender moment while it lasted. He'd never had anyone caring for him like this.

Told to turn around, Emilio rested his paws against the shower wall as the human worked over his back and tail. Finally, his legs were seen to. For the first time in months, the werewolf felt clean. Then the human's hands found his waist again.

“Might as well see to my needs in here so I don't have to clean up again," Luke said, moving one hand up to press into the small of Emilio's back, pinning him in place.

Emilio nearly whined, before remembering his place and what was expected of him. He didn't want to jeopardise any chance of the human ever attending to him in such a way again by acting ungrateful. As the werewolf felt a firm cock pressing against his rump, he slowly lifted his tail out of the way.

“Good pup," the human said. He kept one hand on the werewolf's back, the other gripping into his ass. Slowly, the wet cock was pushed between his ass cheeks, prodding against his tailhole. He certainly wasn't a virgin in that regard, few werewolves were, but he was still tight and the human was surprisingly large.

Emilio whimpered as the human started to stretch his tailhole, slowly starting to thrust against him. He wasn't gentle, but nor was he particularly forceful yet, just about giving the werewolf the chance to adjust and get used to his girth before thrusting in a little deeper, using the flow of water as a lubricant.

The human panted as he pushed up into Emilio, keeping a steady rhythm. Water splashed against them both, the werewolf at times unable to breathe properly as it flowed down his muzzle, but the human didn't seem to care for the spluttering gasps Emilio made every time he inhaled more water.

Emilio then felt his head get jerked back as his master gripped his collar and pulled on it. He used it as a handle, holding the werewolf in place, providing a little more leverage for him to shove his cock deep inside Emilio's rump. The human's hips slapped against the wolf's ass cheeks, his cock buried right to the hilt with each thrust.

Closing his eyes to shield them from the cascading water, Emilio whimpered as the human's cock pressed at his prostate. His sheath was starting to respond to the stimulation, thickening up a little as the tip of his red cock started to emerge. He longed to reach for it, but he was sure his master wouldn't approve of that. In fact, the human didn't even seem to have noticed his growing erection; he certainly made no moves of his own to stroke it.

The human had good stamina, grunting as he thrusted into Emilio. His grip never slackened on the werewolf's collar either, yanking back hard with each thrust in, not seeming to care that Emilio could barely breathe.

Eventually the human's gasps and pants became faster and more urgent, his thrusts losing their rhythm. His fingers gripped into the leather collar, pulling back on it as he thrust in one last time before filling the werewolf's rump with his cum. Emilio could feel the human's legs shuddering as he pushed in as deep as he could.

They held that position for a few moments, before Luke pulled out with a pleasured gasp. He cleaned his cock in the water before shutting the shower off. The werewolf slowly slunk down to sit on the wet tiles, his canine shaft bobbing out in front of him, dribbling a little pre.

The human completely ignored Emilio as he towelled himself dry, before slipping into a pair of boxers from one of the drawers to the side of the sink. It wasn't until he hand was on the door handle that he turned to look at the werewolf.

“Dry yourself off. I don't want the smell of wet dog getting over everything. And remember, six in the morning. Not a minute later," he said, wagging a finger in the direction of the werewolf.

Emilio nodded, letting out a piteous whine as the human left him. He hadn't even mentioned the erection he still had, not giving him any permission to pleasure himself. With a whimper, he waited for his cock to soften and retreat back to his sheath before he stood up. He shook himself in the shower cubicle, before using the discarded towel on the floor to completely dry himself, rather than bothering his master by using a clean one.

Quietly, so as not to disturb the human at all, he trudged in to his bare room. Immediately he lay down on the hard floorboards, pulling some of the blankets close to him and wrapping himself up in them. He looked up to the clock on the wall, counting the hours until he had to be awake. He didn't want to think about what his punishment would be should he be late.

His eyes drooped. The floor was hard, but it was as comfortable as the werewolf had been sleeping on for the last few years. At least now he had blankets. He slept easily.

***

Emilio woke up at two minutes past six to a loud thump on his door. He yelped and scrambled to untangle himself from the blankets, bashfully opening the door. He cowered, expecting to see his master standing over him, but there was no one there. His ears twitched, hearing the human downstairs in the kitchen already. He hurried down to join him.

Luke didn't even appear to notice Emilio as he entered the kitchen. The scent of bacon and eggs filled the werewolf's nose as he sat down in his corner beside the table. His water bowl had been refilled, but his food one was empty still. He waited. Bacon and eggs was a luxury he'd never had before, and his tail wagged just thinking about the possibility of having something that smelled so good.

His wish was soon granted. Steaming hot bacon and eggs were scraped into his bowl. He had never tasted anything that good before, and his tail wagged eagerly as he ate, not caring that he was being reduced to a mere animal forced to eat from a bowl. His new master could do whatever he liked to him, and he'd never complain again if he got bacon and eggs.

“Have to put some muscle on you somehow," the human said as he sat down, even giving the werewolf a little pat on the head. “No use having to replace you after a few weeks."

Once breakfast was finished, Emilio was sent out into the fields. He was told he'd be started on the easy labour to begin with, before he was trained on the more complex tasks. Barred from wearing any clothes but his collar, he took just a bottle of water with him to start weeding the fields. The only tool he had was his own claws. He was grateful for the water as the sun beat down hard on his back and neck, but his shoulders ached from the exertion before it was midday. He didn't know what the human did during those hours, but the human was grimy with dirt when Emilio next saw him.

The human passed Emilio a sandwich, which he gratefully took. As he ate, Luke inspected the work the werewolf had been doing all morning. He tsked a couple of times and pulled a weed out from the ground he'd missed, but otherwise seemed satisfied with the wereolf's efforts. He instructed Emilio to keep going until the sun set, before walking off with the two large bags of weeds he'd already filled. Finishing his sandwich and taking a drink of the warm water in his bottle, Emilio got back to work.

His days slowly started to meld into each other. They all followed the same routine. He started to get better at waking up just before six, and only had to be woken by a bang on his door once more that week. He shared a silent breakfast with his master before being sent out to the fields to work all day. He weeded, watered, and fertilised the fields, all with his own claws. No one else seemed to work for his master at all.

Once nightfall came, he'd be called inside. He would shower and clean himself off while his master prepared a simple dinner for them both. Then his master would fuck him. That had quickly become a nightly routine, and Emilio was starting to look forward to them, even if he got no release from it at all. He was still waiting for permission to get himself off, but he hoped that if he was good, the human would allow him to do so.

Emilio could feel himself getting hard as he showered himself off after another day in the hot sun. He couldn't even recall seeing a cloud all day. He shook his head and shivered, trying to ignore the growing erection between his legs. His master would be expecting him in the kitchen soon. He growled as he dried himself off, trying to think of something that would ease his erection, but nothing worked. He knew he'd already taken too long, so he knew he had no choice but to go down to the kitchen with it out.

Sitting down in his corner, Emilio hoped his master wouldn't even notice. At first, everything seemed normal. The human dished up his own meal, before using the leftovers to fill the werewolf's bowl. He set the food down in front of Emilio, but this time commanded the werewolf to wait.

“Jerk yourself off, but stay right where you are," the human said, before starting to eat his food.

Emilio whined in appreciation, his paws going to his cock straight away. He didn't worry about masturbating in front of his master; he had the permission he craved. It felt so good, his cock warm beneath his pads. He panted and whined, longing to lean back and stretch out his legs, but he didn't want to disobey his master's other command. With his eyes closed, he soon brought himself to release. His tongue hanging out, he came hard. As he did so, he heard his bowl scrape across the floor, but he ignored that for the moment. He just revelled in the feeling of his post-orgasmic haze. It wasn't something he got to experience much. When at last he opened his eyes again, he looked up to his master.

“Eat," the human said, pointing to the bowl at his feet. Emilio looked down at his food and whined. His bowl had been moved to right in front of him. His cum had splattered right over his meal, and he was being instructed to eat it all now. His nose twitched at the scent, and the taste was strange on his tongue, but as always he didn't leave any scraps behind.

Once his food was finished, he finally allowed himself to lean back against the wall. He heard the jangle of keys as his master stood up. One key in particular was separated from the rest in the human's hand. “It's Sunday, and you have been good all week. I think you deserve one night, if you want it," the human said as he handed the key to Emilio's trembling paw. The werewolf looked up at his master, then back down to the key. He held the key up to his collar, even inserting it into the padlock, but that was where he paused. His master didn't say anything, offering no encouragement to him at all.

Emilio knew what he was. He was a werewolf, not a human. Why would he want to look like one? This was as kind a master as he could ever hope for, so he would want to please him as much as he could.

Why would he want to change back?

With a twitch of his muzzle, Emilio made up his mind. Under his master's watchful eyes, he twisted the key directly up. It made a most pleasant sound as it snapped in two.

The human ruffled the werewolf's head as he bent down to retrieve the broken key. Both pieces went into the bin.

“That's a good boy."