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Luin awoke slowly to the lingering warmth of sunlight on his muzzle. A few dim streaks of daylight trickled in through the sea-warped wood of the door to the cabin. The ship remained almost silent in the early morn, only the gentle creak of the hull and the short, choppy waves crashing along the bow seemed to make any noise. The young lizard shifted slightly in the narrow bed, blushing a little when he felt the warmth of a large body behind him. Glancing over his shoulder he made out Talon, partly curled up against him and holding him close with a brawny arm. The huge raptor looked almost adorable, as if slumbering happily with his favorite stuffed animal. Luin smiled and snuggled back into those inviting scales, taking a few moments of revere at his new surroundings. The peace was soon broken by a thundering fist at the door however.

"Up! Up! You sad sacks of scales! Or I'll have half a mind to throw you overboard and the other half to shoot you!"

The cabin soon became a flurry of motion as the few scraps of clothing left strewn about were recovered and thrown on in a hurry. Luin struggled a little, digging under the bed before he could find the tattered garments he had left to his name. The others lead him to the deck where many of the men stood assembled. The taskmaster, a grizzled and half blind komodo dragon, gave each of them an evil glare out of his one good eye. To Luin, the imposing figure frightened him even more than Talon had. The taskmaster was pockmarked with scars and half healed wounds, the worst of which was his left eye. Torn from it's socket and left an open wound, it had long since closed up into a twisted scar. It didn't take long from the taskmaster to notice the young lizard's unwavering gaze.

"You," the fetid breath rolled over Luin's snout like a cloud of poison. "See somethin' that needs staring at?"

Luin swallowed fast, "No, sir."

The komodo stifled a laugh, "Sir? SIR? Do I look to be wearing lace and linens? I'm no sir. I'm the one who'll whip your back if you disobey our fine captain, whelp! Now get about your business and work down the deck! Nails and planks are in the hold. The Sea Serpent took quite a few cannon balls to give you the luxury of coming aboard!" The taskmaster waved a meaty hand at Luin, giving him an icy glare until the lizard ran off to gather supplies.

It was not the first time he had done labor but it had been a good fortnight. The merchants wanted to bed him so often that he rarely left their quarters. Some even left him chained to their beds, tossing him scraps of their dinners like he was a pet. He did try to keep himself occupied when given the chance, and asked often of the others on the ship as to the nature of their tasks. So with tarred nails and dry lumber he set about hammering down the deck, tearing up the old, shattered wood and laying down new planks as even as he could. The sun beat down on his scales as he worked; leaving only the spray of the ocean breaking over the side of the ship to cool his sizzling hide. He worked diligently throughout the morning and well into the midday. When the last of his planks was laid into place, he felt a wave of relief as a shadow cast over him. He looked up from his labors to see the emerald green form of Talon above him.

"'ow ya be?" The large raptor leaned down and handed a canteen of fresh water to the young lizard.

Luin coughed through his parched throat, downing a swig of sweet water. "I've rarely worked this hard before. I feel as though my paws will swell and fall off soon."

Talon laughed and patted Luin's back, "Ya got's ta easy work. Wait'll ya prove ya c'n do more."

Luin's expression sunk a little at the comment, only imagining what job might await him.

As the days stretched into weeks, he soon found out. From lookout to oarsman, the young lizard was put to task on whatever could be found. Jobs that the others no longer could be forced to do, for they had the status of seniority over Luin. While Talon would often help when he could, Luin largely did these chores alone and in peace. It was good, honest labor and that alone was worth the effort. There were no chains to bind him or coins to pass him from one man to another. Everything that was done by his hand was a joy because he knew none other could claim it as their own. The nights were spent most often with Talon, gathered in the burly raptor's arms as the slept. The others had met him and would tease and cajole the smooth scaled lizard at first, but as every task Luin took on was done with a will that few could deny, they soon came to respect their fellow sailor.

Luin had also noticed a more... friendly atmosphere among the crew. While it had been odd at first how freely Talon, Salt and Slick would bed him and each other, he now found it to be common among the crew. Reptiles and amphibians of all forms and species would share the work and often each other as the ship cut through the waters to it's next destination. Luin had often watched with ruddy cheeks as Slick and many of the other amphibians would gather in a cabin to slate their lusts. He had never seen so many men so engaged with each other. His own groin stirred as he watched Slick hilt himself into Cerule, a deep, aqua blue salamander. Cerule was the ship's fisherman and assistant cook. Not much older than Luin, he was still a long standing member of the crew. Cerule smiled as he saw Luin watching, shifting his lithe form as he whispered up at Slick. Grins were exchanged as the two of them began to mate in the most open of views for the young lizard.

Cerule's azure shaft bobbed against his now exposed belly, drooling his watery pre along the firm, flat expanse. His legs remained partly splayed, one wrapped over Slick's powerful thigh as the older salamander pounded hard into him. Luin watched intently, seeing as Slick's shaft pierced Cerule's backside, disappearing into younger one's taut tailhole. His paw trailed slowly down to his own moistening slit as Slick slid his hands down to further expose Cerule's taut rump to view. The aqua salamander smiled blissfully, trailing his smooth paw lazily along his swollen length. Luin's paw slip slowly around his emerging length, his gaze wandering along the scene being played out for him.

Slowly, Slick began to nibble and kiss along Cerule's snout, whispering to him as the two continued to mate. Cerule grinned at some unheard suggestion and spread his legs open a little wider as Slick slid out just a little to expose the tight ring beneath the aqua salamander's tail. The young lizard blushed a little as he realized what he was doing, releasing his shaft as Cerule cooed to him. "Care to join in?"

Slick smiled at Luin's flustered expression, sliding a finger down to Cerule's taut ring and pulling gently on the muscle. The elicited hiss raised slowly in tone as Slick's finger pressed inside, running along the length of his already half sheathed cock. Cerule watched Luin through half-lidded eyes, flickering his tongue along his lips before pressing himself down on Slick's finger and shaft, burying them both in his backside.

Meekly, Luin stepped forward, his tattered pants falling to the floor as he lay down near the pile of intertwined males. Cerule's smooth hand slipped down and brushed along the young lizard's length, stroking it as he tested it's girth. It was obvious that the salamander enjoyed things on a larger scale and Luin's contribution was well-received. Gently, the aqua salamander began to shift Luin upwards, nuzzling along his snout and neck as the lizard's length drew closer to his taut pucker. Luin, for his part, shuddered at the sensations, whimpering softly as he felt Slick's hand wrap around his cock and guide it to the warmth under Cerule's tail. Slick's own length drew back slowly, pressing firmly against the young lizard's as his hand positioned the two cocks against the eager salamander between them. With a slow, steady thrust, both Luin and Slick sheathed themselves in Cerule, making the salamander cry out sharply in pleasure.

Luin himself was panting as he felt both the slick warmth around his cock and the smooth angle of Slick's shaft pressed tightly against his own. A hand came to rest on his hip as the older salamander began to guide their paired thrusts, moving in and out of a moaning Cerule with a steady motion. The azure shaft pressed against Luin's belly throbbed madly as the twin cocks pounded home within Cerule's tight confines. A stream of seed already churned out over the young lizard's scales and dribbled down into his slit as Slick continued to urge him to thrust in time. The aqua salamander held onto Luin for dear life, clenching around the twin cocks inside him and bucking back needfully with each thrust. His own length remained rigid, pulsing and throbbing as it emptied a steady flow of seed over Luin's belly. Soon Slick's urgings became more rapid, the two pairs of hips slamming home in time. Cerule clutched Luin tighter, arching back as incoherent moans rose from his throat. Slick too was reaching his edge, grunting as his thin pre began to coat Luin's cock as well.

The three of them shuddered against each other, whimpering as with one final thrust, both Luin and Slick emptied their tormented balls into the eager Cerule. Thick and thin streams of seed gushed into the aqua salamander, forcing another weak load of his own out and across Luin's chest. Slick continued to thrust as he climaxed, pounding the seed into the salamander until the last of it was pulled from his sac. With that, the three of them collapsed to the wooden floor, Luin slipping out as he rolled over onto his back.

Slick smiled between pants as Cerule slid onto his belly, his abused hole ringed with red and leaking the twin loads within onto the planks beneath him. The only sound the contented aqua salamander made was a steady gurgling.

Luin remained a ruddy color as he wiped the cum from his chest and belly with a rag. He smiled over at the two of them before pulling himself back to his feet and going to gather his clothes.

"Off so soon?" Slick asked, propped up on an elbow.

Luin smiled meekly, "I've still much work to get done before dark... but thank you for the diversion."

Slick chuckled and patted Cerule's taut rump, nuzzling up against the other salamander as Luin passed through the door and back up to the deck of the ship.

Outside, the sun had dipped down, the afternoon bringing clear skies and a gentler warmth than the midday. A few of the crew, their tasks completed, lay about the deck, drinking from the stores of water in the tar sealed barrels or simply enjoying the warmth on their scales. The ship itself was still a few days out from port and no other merchants had appeared on the horizon. Which meant little game and less to do than usual. Luin, however, returned to patching, ever mindful of wanting to make a good impression on the captain of the vessel.

"Still ah' ih'?" Talon's accent was recognizable almost immediately, as was the strong hand on Luin's backside.

"I've a few more holes to patch and I fear I took too long of a break."

Talon laughed and lay down beside the young lizard. "Ya work ta hard, lil' scale. Ya'll make us loo' bad befor' th' cap'n."

Luin smiled, "I appreciate the chance I was given though."

Talon nodded, "I'm fonda bein' 'ere too." The muscled raptor leaned over a moment and whispered, "An fonda ya bein' 'ere."

Luin blushed as he felt a kiss on his cheek. Talon had been the strangest member of the crew to him. A seemingly huge, brutish creature at first, Talon had become both caring and almost possessive of the little lizard since his arrival on the Sea Serpent. It was obvious that the raptor had a fondness for him and Luin did his best to reciprocate. It was a rare thing for him, to be desired for who he was and not simply as a sinful pleasure. Talon nuzzled idly along Luin's neck for a moment before the young lizard turned his head and kissed the raptor gently on the lips. The reaction was one of surprise before being quickly replaced by a grin. Gently, Talon's hand brushed along Luin's bare back, trailing over his tailbase and tail. The young lizard sighed softly, turning over and abandoning his work for the moment. The sun warmed his belly as the gentle embrace of the burly sailor pressed firmly against his back. To him, at this moment, if this was true freedom, he never wanted it to end.